#ps plz excuse typos

[safyresky]

okay i lied last one

anyone else have "Fino says the CS equivalent of 'you can't have shit in detroit' meme" on their CS version 3.7.2 bingo card???

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The ghost of the seas

[spoilery, I guess but whatever, it’s nothin major]

The seabird leads Jess to a small town base of the republic, wherein she finds a figure from her past -- Marco Velasco, captain of the Ghost -- a ship said to be deadly and swift, silent as a phantom.

Just a rough draft of what I want him to be like.

Honestly, I’m struggling with working out Marcos character so thoughts + feelings on him would be great? I want someone who challenges Jess’ ideas of the past and her rose-tinted view of her mentor. Like feedback would be good of the kind of vibes ya’ll are getting? Just plz be nice I’m figuring things out.

Excuse any typos as well :[ I tried to write within a time limit to see what would happen and I don’t have an editor/beta anymore. (So uh, that’s open right now, if anyone wants to hit me up~)

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all below the cut :] isn’t that long but o well.

“The both of us, we’re alive for a reason.” Jess murmurs, trailing her fingers along his jawline, his cheek, lightly across the leather strap of the eyepatch. “We survived for a reason. The last children of the Leviathan.”

“You’re the only one who claims such a title. Emmerson is my past, I don’t intend to make him my future.” Marco reaches up for her hand, still resting on his cheek, intertwines their fingers as he pulls her hand away. “I wonder what the republic would say, if they knew the truth of the Leviathan’s bastard son.”

“Do you intend to tell them?”

“No.” He murmurs, letting go of her hand and dropping his arm. “You wound me to assume I would ever betray you.” He pauses, seemingly skims her expression, before. “Besides, you fit the role quite well.”

“Oh?”

“You’re quite like him, you know,” Marco tells her, a sardonic smile playing on his lips -- and the look he’s giving her is almost pitying. She despises it. “It’s almost as if he put a piece of himself in your heart, carved a place there to stay.”

“Thank you.” She replies, meeting his gaze head on -- matching the fire in that single, gleaming hazel eye. There’s more burning determination there than when he still had two.

“I didn’t mean it as a compliment.” Marco retorts, casually, and Jess balls her hands into fists by her side, nails digging sharply into her palms -- it’s all she can do not to wrap her fingers around his throat.  He’s still smiling, head tilted slightly to the side as he watches her. “Emmerson’s mistakes were what got him killed. I hoped you would see that.”

“He was like a father to us.” She bites out, through gritted teeth, muscles in her clenched jaw jumping. “And yet you insult him.”

“He was like a father to you.” Marco corrects her, voice still soft. “Never to me.”

“He loved us.” Jess hisses back -- how can he deny that? “All of us.”

“I don’t doubt that. He loved us as any man loves his weapons. They protect him, after all.” Marco shrugs, and his gaze is fixed on her still -- and finally, that smile wobbles, becomes something more like a grimace.

“He was training us.”

“To be his soldiers.”

“To be his crew!”

“We were children.” It’s the first time Marco’s voice has raised, has come anything close to harsh -- but he’s composed himself a moment later. “What good man does that? What good man moulds a child into a weapon?” He stares at her for a while longer, before scoffing, dismissively.” “You want to hit me for that, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes. I don’t see why not; it’s what Emmerson would have done.”

There’s a deadly pause then -- a stiff, awkward silence, and she can feel the tension crackling in the air between them. She digs her nails deeper into the palm of her hand as she fights to restrain herself, jaw clenched so tight that her teeth hurt.

“No, that’s not you,” Marco says, gently, almost fondly, with a soft sigh. “You wouldn’t do that. I always thought you’d be like Emmerson, but I always hoped that you’d be better.”

“No one could be better.”

“You don’t really believe that, do you?” Marco asks her, single eye alight with something new now -- deeper than pity, beyond some condescending sneer. Concern? “If you do, perhaps you truly are lost.”

[bleusarcelle]

The Melody Itself

Psh, I forgot to post this! It’s just a small Shallura sick fic with slight background Klance. 

What to expect: Shallura, Bg Klance, Bg Broganes, Sick Shiro, Unsure Allura but she triES. 

*Shrugs* Uh, enjoy? Also, YES PEOPLE AGAIN WITH THE GREEK PETNAMES. Let me live. (Translation: Agapi means love, so “Agapi Mou” means My Love. And for the ones who don’t know me yet, Asteraki means Little Star and I love Allura and Lance Brotp.) 

Guys, these are rough rough translations, don’t kick my ass, ok? Anyways, I’m done rambling. 

Ps. I wrote this like so long ago but I didn’t had a chance to edit so plz excuse any cringy typos or grammar errors.

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

Lance twist the small towel in his hand above the bowl before dropping it gently on Shiro’s forehead.

“Sh.” Lance shushes gently when Shiro winces at the cold cloth and tries to shrugs it off him, “Stop, Shiro, please.” He reprimands softly, sighing when the sick leader whines in discomfort but stop trashing against him.

The brunet leans back a little to get a better look of Shiro and bites his lip in worry when he notices that he doesn’t look that much better since they started treating him.

“You just had to be a brogane and hide these things, huh?” Lance mumbles, sparing a quick glance to the slumped sleeping body of his boyfriend on the chair behind him, “It must run in the family.”

“It must, I’m sure.” A new voice answers him and Lance jumps in surprise before he turns to meet Allura’s eyes, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stratled you, asteraki.”

Lance shakes his head, smiling softly at her. “It’s okay, I was just distracted.” He shrugs, humming when Allura pushes his hair back fondly.

“How long have you been awake, Lance?” She asks gently but stern, smiling amused when  the teen groans, looking away from her.

Lance limits himself to shrugs helplessly, “Not as long as than that mop of black mullet over there, that’s for sure.”

Said mop of black hair mumbles in his sleep just in time, making both Lance and Allura chuckle softly.

“Please, go rest up for a bit.” She says gently, patting him on the cheek, “I can watch over Shiro, don’t worry. You still gotta take care of yourself, alright?”

“But -” Lance tries to argue but Allura shushes him in time.

“Please, asteraki.”

Lance sighs, “Alright, fine. Keith needs a bed anyways, if not he’s going to be moaning in the bad way tomorrow.”

Allura rolls her eyes fondly as she watches the brunet walk over his sleeping boyfriend, easily gathering him in his arms and carrying him out of the room, giggling to herself when the brunet mumbles sweet words to the sleeping paladin’s ear.

“They have come so far.” Allura whispers amused as the door of her bedroom closes behind them, “Unlike someone who still thinks he needs to put up a strong face for everyone every single tick of the day.” She says, her eyes falling on Shiro in her bed.

“We’re having a long talk after you get better, agápi.” Allura promises, taking seat on where Lance had been seated on the edge of the bed besides Shiro, “But you need to get better first, alright?”

She doesn’t get an answer and she suppresses the feeling of disappointment inside her even though she had expected it.

“You really scared me, agápi.” She murmurs, propping herself into the bed and laying besides her lover, “It seemed like every normal day where you would walk in and have breakfast but then this morning you froze and …”

Alllura pushes back the lump on her throat, “But it’s alright now. Hunk and Pidge explained to Coran and I what happened to you. I’m still getting used to the whole cold and fever concepts but….I still don’t know how to make you feel better….I don’t -”

Allura sighs, dropping her head against Shiro’s shoulder and placing her hand on his chest, taking comfort on the steady heartbeat beneath her fingers.

“Lance told me...that when Keith got...sick, I believe that’s what you call it, he sings to him.” She confesses softly, frowning unsure, “I...I honestly don’t know a lot of earth songs, Lance tried to teach me once but…” She trails off sadly before nuzzling her face against her lover’s side.

“I’m sorry, agápi, I can’t do much to help but…” She pauses and then takes a deep breath, “I...I have a vague memory of my mother, you know this, but my father used to tell me that she would always sing this one melody to me, every night, before sleep.”

“I don’t remember the entire melody but….sometimes I feel like I can hear her humming in my sleep and it’s comforting enough in those lonely nights.”

She stops talking when Shiro takes in a sharp breath and whines, thrashing around helplessly before growing more intense by the second.

Allura sits up immediately, hovering above Shiro unsure and she’s about to call out for Lance when a hand grabs her wrist and there’s a soft mumble of her name.

With wide eyes, she stares in surprise when Shiro’s gray eyes open groggily to stare up at her and calls her name once again weakly.

“I’m here.” She breaths out, her eyes getting misty when Shiro’s shoulder lose their tension at her words, “I’m here, agápi mou.” She comforts, leaning down to drop a kiss on his forehead, pushing away the already warm cloth.

“‘Llura” Shiro calls, voice hoarse and small and Allura shushes him gently, stroking his hair back soothingly as she starts humming.

Her voice carries around her bedroom and it almost takes her back to those night when she was young and could hear her mother’s voice echoing around it at night.

The melody itself is soft and light. It’s meant to comfort and heal, or at least that's what her Father had told her when she asked one day, so many years ago.

As she watches Shiro’s features relaxing by the second as she hums, Allura’s heart beats fast and she breaths out in relief.

They were going to be fine.