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hello, yes it's me your local

piece of inconsistent and lazy scum back again with more excuses as to why I’m these things

hi to like the maybe 4 ppl that still even pay attention to this shitty blog of mine I just wanted to apologize for

1. not keeping up with the 30 day challenge that I was so determined to keep up with and 2. not wrapping up Rainy Days and Rivalries

I genuinely apologize I just feel like I really suck at writing and I need to improve a bit more ok A LOT more to continue writing my fics and posting them on here just for anyone to read. It’s just embarrassing ya know? I read all of these other fics and books just in general and I can’t help compare myself to these amazing authors.

So idk I guess imma go on a bit of hiatus for rn and give myself sometime to find my own writing style, or just an actual writing style. Idek fam I might change my mind and post bc like I’m too indecisive and uncommitted to actually finalize a plan of any kind.

K cool peace and like hmu on my other acc @trulytagic ✌️

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Day #3: Slide

An Otayuri AU in which they slide around in heelys

Words: 809

Relationships: Otabek and Yuri from Yuri!!! on Ice

Warnings: None

index

Yuri seemed to slide across the the floor of the dance studio, effortlessly. His movements were subtle, each more gracefully gentle as the last. His hands moved in time with the soft music playing seemingly in the background of the amazing dancer’s practice performance.

Otabek was entranced by the dancer before him.

So entranced, in fact, that he didn’t even register the teacher clap once to end his routine. Yuri nodded and then sat on the bench next to Otabek. He gave a tiny smile and a thumbs up. This, Otabek was used to this. What he was not used to, was the wink that followed. Otabek felt his mouth fall open as he stood. He closed it, gulped, and then joined the teacher. Trying to hide his uncontrollably blushing his face was practically useless, thanks to the entire wall of mirror he was standing in front of.

“As you know, I mentioned earlier, that if you two wanted to practice together, that we’d have to change up your routines a bit to keep the both of you ah...focused.” Lilia glanced accusingly over at both of them, only making Otabek face redden even more.

“Put these on.” She instructed, handing Otabek a pair of sneakers. He eyes them as he took them from her hands and then turned them over to show the small wheel in the sole of the shoe.

“Are these-”

“Heelys?” Yuri finished Otabek’s sentence and smirked.

“That’s correct. I hope you two remember that video I sent to you a few weeks ago and instructed you to practice.”

“I thought you were joking. Heelys? Really?” Yuri crossed his arms.

“Really. I sure hope Otabek here did.” She turned to the other boy, but her stare went unnoticed as he continued to stare at the shoes still in his grasp. The ballet raised her eyebrows impatietly.

Otabek was very well familiar with that look and began lacing up the laces once the new sneakers were on his feet. It was a snug fit, but he supposed it would have to do.

He already felt unbalance as he took his first steps on his heels. The wheels were much different than the ice skates he was used to. He did a few spins, somehow managing to stay on his feet. Then the Russian instructor pulled out her phone with an agitated sigh.

“Just watch.” She said, playing a youtube video. Otabek watched the agile dancers slide across the room in synchronized form with the beat of the music. Their movements confused Otabek, but also intrigued him. There were a few more people in the video, which he thought may be an issue. The style was also much more hip-hop, but Otabek decided to give it a shot.

He mimicked a few of their movements, stumbling a few times, but otherwise he seemed to be getting used to the foreign new moves. Lilia let him hold the phone as she went back to Yuri. She said something to him then, but Otabek was too engrossed in trying to copy the video.

Yuri retreated into the other room for a moment and then returned with a pair of his own heelys. He was pouting as he looked up at Otabek and put on the shoes. Otabek smiled and continued dancing with the music in the video.

Yuri joined him and leaned in next to him to watch the video. Otabek watched him as he shook his head; his face shown distaste. But he reluctantly began slowly trying to match the dancers’ movements. The process of them getting used to, and learning the actual movements was starting to take too long. So Lillia decided it’d be best to break up the routine into segments.

They were starting to get the hang of it, and Yuri even managed to master the handstand part as well, but there was one segment that they both agreed was their favorite. So Lillia took the phone from them and plugged it into the speakers on the other side of the room. Fortunately, they had the dance in that segment down. So when the final chorus played they began dancing in synced movements. They moved their arms accordingly, both coming close to hitting each other. Then when they paused and bowed their heads, they looked up at each other and smiled then continued by sliding back. They snapped and then slid to opposite sides of the room to meet each other in the middle with a high-five. The two boys finally finished the routine by sliding back to their original places in front of the mirror, jumped and stood back to back. They both crossed their arms and smiled at each behind their backs. Otabek ruffled his blond hair and then exhaled. 

Lillia tried to hide her proud grin behind her hand.

“Heelys.” Yuri shook his head and then went back to the bench. Otabek gave him two thumbs up and sat down next to him, beginning to unlace the shoes.

Sorry this is kinda late, but I hope you all enjoyed! thanks for reading! :)

(the video that the dance was based off of; 2:31-2:52 is the specific segment)

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Day #2: Storm

A Patrochilles AU in which Achilles shares a moment with Patroclus in a storm

Words: 537

Relationships: Patrochilles (Patroclus and Achilles from the book, The Song of Achilles)

Warnings: None

index

The small patch of sunlight seemed to dance on Patroclus’ soft neck as he spoke. His voice and eyes were full of passion as he beamed about his various dreams. Achilles listened intently, noting every movement of his hands with every gesture.

“Achilles,” Patroclus paused his story, reminiscing a vivid dream he once had as a child in order to proclaim the other boy’s name.

“Yes?” Achilles reached over to wrap a finger in one of the many chesnut curls falling around Patroclus’ face.

“What are some aspirations you have?” He sat quietly, expectant.

Achilles reflected a moment before answering.

His thought was rudely interrupted by the first crack of thunder. The two boys looked from underneath the olive tree and into the sky. The sky was painted a deep grey; not a ray of sunshine left exposed.

Patroclus was standing before Achilles was allowed the chance to console him. He stood with him, gathering the ends of his cloak as he did. Clasping the younger boy’s shoulder, Achilles gave a reassuring smile. Patroclus looked to him with eyes darkened in fear.

“Mustn't we go?”

Achilles shook his head in response, still grasping Patroclus’ shoulder gently. He knelt against the trunk of the large olive tree; Patroclus reluctantly joining him.

A bolt of lightning stretched across the clouded sky, filling their world with light just before it dissipated and another clap of thunder rumbled the ground beneath their bare feet. The fields were devoid of any other signs of life.

“But the others. They will become worried. And...father.” Patroclus spoke with concern as he met Achilles’ eyes.

“I know.”

Another blast of thunder sounded throughout the tree. Olives rained down around them, falling with the very first raindrops of the storm.

“We should go.” Patroclus spoke with urgency now.

Achilles kept his composure despite the fact that his mind was desperate now.

“Patroclus.” His voice cracked.

Patroclus turned to focus on him. Achilles placed a palm to his cheek and guided his face with it. He was able to feel the bone constrict as Patroclus swallowed.

“Please. Stay with me. Will you?” Achilles eyes stung as his vision flooded with emotion. Patroclus’ expression evolved into understanding eyes and a warm smile as he nodded and leaned his head against the other’s shoulder.

Tears streamed down the sides of Achilles’ face as he entangled one hand in Patroclus’ hair and the other around his waist.

“You never did tell me what your aspirations are, Achilles. What are they?” He asked, shifting his head to face Achilles.

“I have one. You already know it, though.” Achilles said, his words broken.

“What?” Patroclus radiated a child-like curiosity that only forced more tears from Achilles’ eyes.

“To be the first famous and happy.”

“The first hero to be happy.” Patroclus confirmed. Achilles nodded, soaking in every last glance, feeling, sensation of Patroclus he could before he closed his eyes and placed a delicate kiss to his lips. When he opened his eyes again, he was groggy with slumber and in the dark room, alone.

Because you’re the reason.

“Until tomorrow’s evening, my happiness.” Achilles nestled into the sheets again as the storm winds howled just outside the tiny bedroom window.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Yes, I agree it was very cheesy and really short sorry bout that. But if you haven’t read this book I would highly suggest it. It’s a beautiful story and though you might totally break down sobbing at the end, it’s very worth it, trust me. 

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so i really don't want to be rude but your prince keith and thief lance au sort of invokes racist stereotypes of brown people being criminals especially when u contrast it with the pale keith as a prince

no you’re not being rude at all I actually appreciate you saying something because this was not my intention and I genuinely had no idea I portrayed them as such so thank you for bringing it to my attention. I know a way I can alter the plot so that the characters will not be categorized into this racist stereotype because I am very much against any and all racism and I understand your standpoint

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Day #1: Collide

Thief Lance and Prince Keith AU in which their two worlds collide

- Words: 4437

- Relationships: Klance 

- Warnings: minor blood tw

index

The coast was clear. Well, clear enough.

The thieves had altered their usual plan in order to attempt to climb the steep palace walls. It was a bit of a risk, Lance supposed, but he had faith in his partner in crime.

“Why do I have to climb the wall?” Hunk complained.

“Because, I have to keep watch, duh.” Lance explained.

“You always keep watch, though. I’m beginning to think you like the prince or something.”

Lance was appalled at this accusation. Just because he enjoyed the sight of the prince, simply did not cancel out the fact that he was probably just as completely pompous and cold as he was stunning. No, Lance had never had the chance to meet the prince, but...

He was a prince. They were all the same.  

He gasped dramatically, standing up from where he was crouching behind the bushes. “I will have you know-”

“Get down stupid, they’ll see us. Just...just help me with the rope.” Hunk sighed.

Lance’s grin was full of mischief as he bent down and pulled the rope from his leather knapsack. Hunk met his gaze and then glancing at the rope, his face drained of color.

“Lance, there’s no way that’s long enough.”

“Sure it will be! You may just need to...jump a foot or two…” Hunk scowled at him and Lance gave his most reassuring smile.

______

“Well,” Lance rubbed at his chin as he and Hunk stared in dismay at the rope dangling at least ten feet above them.

“Yeah. I told you. There’s no way I can reach that.”

Lance quickly went over the very few options they had in his head; they could try going through the back again, maybe. Although that was a bit too dangerous considering the guard there last time nearly killed the two of them. Lance shivered, remembering the gruesome event.

They could always try disguises again. Although they didn’t have anything with them that could act as a disguise. If not for the stupid signs hung in practically every street corner in the kingdom, they wouldn't need anything to mask their faces.

Lance sighed in defeat. Hunk had seemingly given up on trying to jump and had now resorted to climbing his way up to the rope. Lance glanced over to the prince standing in the Palace’s entrance, boasting that dazzling white smile as he greeted new villagers.

Prince Keith.

Man was he gorgeous, that cursed prince. With that jet-black, long hair cascading over his broad shoulders covered by that obnoxiously bright-red uniform. And those eyes...wow. Lance had never actually had the pleasure of witnessing those dark eyes close up, but from afar Lance was able to read the prince’s every expression from just his eyes even from where he normally stood in hiding. And right now, his highness appeared terribly bored and disinterested despite the warm smile on his face may have said otherwise.

“Lance stop ogling at the prince and hoist me up.” Hunk interrupted his analysis of the prince’s expression.

“Wh-what?” Lance stammered.

“What? It’s not like this rope is going to climb itself, and you sure aren’t going to do it.”

“Ugh fine.” Lance clasped his hands together and stole one last glance at the prince as Hunk stepped into his hands. Hunk grabbed hold of the end of the rope and nearly fell as he lost his footing on the bricks. Lance didn’t notice as he looked back to the palace entrance. The prince was no longer at his post, greeting villagers.

“Hunk, um we may have a problem.” Lance felt a bead of sweat travel down his face.

“What?” Hunk asked, moving up the rope. He glanced down at Lance nervously.

“The prince is M.I.A.”

Hunk checked the entrance for himself and his eyes widened. He began scaling the wall, leaving the rope behind now, and grabbing at bricks.

“Pidge! Left wall!” Lance heard the prince’s familiar voice call out from somewhere in the brush behind him. All of a sudden, the small guard Lance and Hunk knew all too well appeared at the top of the wall. It was the exact same guard from their incident taking the route from the back of the castle.

Lance’s face shown in sheer terror as he watched ‘Pidge’ pull out a knife perhaps just a few yards above Hunk’s head.

“What?” Hunk asked apprehensively, glancing down at Lance. He then gulped and followed Lance’s gaze up to see the guard ready for battle just above him.

“I’ll go around and find you, ok? Just um stay there I guess?” Lance called up to him, as he ducked into the woods. He checked the entrance one last time, now getting a better view and saw it was heavily guarded. But if their guard was above them, then there must be no one guarding the back entrance, then right? It was Lance’s best bet at this point. He ducked farther into the trees and then he felt his back jab into something pointy. He spun around on his heels, expecting to bat some branch out of way, but was instead greeted by a silver sword point to his chest wielded by none other than his majesty, Prince Keith.

Lance’s jaw dropped in shock as his eyes traveled up the sword and met that annoyingly handsome face. Those dark eyes sparkling with determination and rage. And for a moment, they had Lance actually scared, trembling in fact. But then he just grinned.

“Cute. Like you even know how to use that.” Lance crossed his arms over his chest, moving the tip of the sword out of his way.

“Quiet Lance, you have crossed the palace’s boundaries far too many times. Prepare to pay.” Keith’s voice was laced with anger.

“Wait, you said my name. How do you know my name?” Lance asked, suddenly puzzled.

This question seemed to take the prince by surprise and leave him speechless. He lowered his weapon and removed his glare. As confused Lance was by this, he did not hesitate to take advantage of the moment and discreetly pull the knife from his bag.

“Um, the posters of course.” Keith’s unwavering gaze returned to Lance’s.

“Oh,” Lance lowered his head, disappointed.

Keith’s eyes moved from Lance’s to the hand hidden behind Lance’s back for a split second before they were staring daggers at Lance again. Before Lance could move, his actual dagger clattered to the ground as Keith slit the linen sleeve on Lance’s arm, cutting the expensive fabric as well as the skin underneath it. Lance went to grab at it with his other hand, but was stopped by the sword now pinned against his throat, just grazing his adam’s apple.

“Alright well, clearly I was wrong. I accept that.” Lance tilted his chin up.

“I said, quiet. Surrender now and I’ll make this easy on you.”

“You see,” Lance chuckled, wary of the vibrations of his voice. “This is all just one big misunderstanding.”

“Oh?” Keith jabbed the sword even closer into his throat, making it nearly impossible for Lance to speak.

Lance needed to think of something, something witty. He was good at witty. Though he was used to trying to be witty when attempting to flirt. Which he may or may not have been, now…

“Yeah, we found this, and I thought it may be yours. So we were going to return it.” This sounded like a beginning to a terrible pickup line, Lance had used before. But he assumed now was probably not the best time to use it.

Lance slowly reached for his pocket, not removing his gaze from Keith’s. Keith noticed and hesitantly dropped his sword to Lance’s chest again, allowing just enough breathing room for Lance to well, actually breathe, and make his escape. He sucked in a deep breath and leaned all of his weight back onto his heels. Then he quickly spun and darted into the trees behind the two of them.

Ha! So pretty boy Keith could use a sword, sure. But he was no match for Lance when it came to running, or charms for that matter. Lance was grinning ear to ear as he sprinted deeper into the forest; the only sound was his shoes crunching over leaves. He glanced behind him, even though he was positive there was no way Keith could even be anywhere in the general vicinity of him at this point. His grin and confidence soon faltered when he locked eyes with the prince hot on his tail. He was only a few feet behind him and quickly catching up with him. Now he wasn’t even a foot away. He had his hand outstretched in front of him now, his fingertips almost on Lance’s back.

This guy was good

Lance turned his head and tried his best to speed up even though he was trying his best not to stumble. When he faced the forest in front of him, he noticed the steep hill beneath him. He came to a halt, leaves tumbling down the hill and onto the earth far below. He sighed in relief, forgetting the enraged prince chasing after him. He then turned only to see the prince slam into his back with a shocked expression as their bodies collided, sending them rolling head first down the hill and crashing into a rocky, narrow creek below.

Lance gasped, coughing as he sputtered water. He glanced down to see Keith beneath him under the water. He rolled off his body and onto the side of the bank. Then he waited, expectantly for the prince to rise from the water. When he didn’t after several moments, Lance took him by his arms and hoised him up from the water, only to notice his eyes closed, and his body limp. Lance groaned. Stupid, spoiled prince. Probably doesn’t even know how to swim.

He lifted his heavy body onto the sand and placed his hands on his chest, beginning to pump. When nothing happened, Lance began to worry. As much as he may have hated this prince, he didn’t want him to die. Especially if it meant he wouldn’t be able to see his beautiful face every time they tried to rob the palace.

He stopped pumping and looked down at his face. Keith’s messed hair spilled little droplets of water into the long eyelashes resting on his pale cheeks all the way down to his taut jaw. Ok so prince Keith was even more gorgeous up close, Lance decided. He was getting distracted. He needed to focus on the matter at hand; not letting this boy laying in front of him die.

Wait, did this mean…

Lance placed his hands at the sides of the boy’s fantastically sculpted cheekbones and leaned down. He was not about to pass up a moment like this. He pressed his lips to Keith’s and inhaled sharply. He exhaled deeply, releasing air into his mouth. Before Keith even gasped, letting know he was alive, his hands were on Lance’s chest, forcibly shoving him off his lips and onto the sand beside him.

Keith sat up, coughing up water and then sucking in a few short breaths before he glared at Lance.

“So I guess you’re okay, then.” Lance laughed.

“Just what exactly do you think you’re doing?” Keith hissed.

“Um a few seconds ago? I believe I was saving your life.” Lance leaned back onto his hands.

“But you can’t just-” Keith stopped himself and frowned.

“Whatever. Just get us back to the castle, so you can face your consequences.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re a thief. You must know these parts well, I presume. And though you’re technically not my prisoner yet, you soon will be. So you’ll have to follow my commands.” Keith replied simply as he straightened. Lance took notice as the soaked material of his red uniform stuck to his body outlined his muscles in his abdomen as he moved. Lance averted his eyes.

“You have no clue where we are, do you?”

“Er...no.” Keith looked down at the sand.

“Well, luckily for you, you’ve got a pro navigator with you. I can find us a way around this here hill.” Lance spoke with his utmost confidence even though he hadn’t even the slightest idea of how they were to get back. The hill was much too steep to climb back up and he’d never fallen down it before, so he didn’t actually even know where they were.

“And luckily for you, this means I can’t kill you yet since I now need you alive.” “Wow, thanks. I truly appreciate it.” Lance rolled his eyes and stood, grabbing his bag.

He heard a large thud next to him. He looked down to see Keith wincing in pain as he gabbed his right leg. On the sand beside it, was a small pool of blood beginning to form.

“You’re hurt.” Lance dropped his bag and knelt down beside the injured prince.

“No, I’m fine. Just a small cut is all.” Keith gave a small, reassuring smile. But Lance saw the pain in his eyes.

Keith tried again to get up, and fell back down onto the sand. His face scrunched up as he grimaced. Lance held his shoulders in hopes of preventing him from rising again. He met Keith’s eyes as if asking for his silent permission. Then he looked down to Keith’s thigh. The brown material was not torn at all, but was stained with blood. Lance quickly reached over and into his bag to pull out his dagger. Keith shied away suddenly; his scowl returning. Lance backed up and threw up his hands in a symbol of surrender and Keith scooted towards him again. Lance then cautiously began to cut the material to reveal that it was in fact not a small cut, but a deep gash in Keith’s toned leg. He felt his face pale at the sight of it.

“Is it bad?” Keith asked anxiously.

Lance swallowed and shook his head, unable to fully meet Keith’s harsh, questioning stare. He then peeled off his soaked shirt and tied it tightly around the other boy’s wound. Keith watched as he did this, seeming to analyze his every movement.

“Ok, let’s try this again, shall we?” Lance said, taking Keith’s other arm and throwing it over his bare shoulders. Keith nodded in defeat. He stood, placing his weight on his other leg.

“Good?” Lance asked before beginning to move. Keith nodded again, avoiding eye contact.

They began on their route back to the palace like that; the thief tending to the injured prince.

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Night had fallen and the two were soon unable to see through the thick brush and decided to set up camp for the night in a small clearing they discovered.

Lance, still completely bare-chested was freezing and figured Keith was probably as well since their clothing was still damp. Fortunately, Lance had been prepared for this as he had gathered an assortment twigs and sticks along the way. He soon got a fire going and sat down next to Keith in the dirt. Keith had his hands outstretched to the fire.

“Here,” Keith took off his red, embellished coat and draped it over Lance’s shoulders. Lance looked at him, surprised at the gesture.

“I’m sure you must be freezing. It’s frigid out here.” He said simply. He then hesitated before he spoke again. “Besides, I suppose I owe this small favor, anyways.” Keith spoke with sincerity and Lance felt his face heat up despite the cold air.

“Thanks.” Lance replied awkwardly. He coughed. “Though, I was kinda hoping you would just let me off the hook and not throw me in prison once we got back.”

Keith scoffed but then smirked. Lance met his gaze and saw the flames dancing his dark eyes. Why did he have to be so beautiful?

“I bet your ‘people’ are probably sending search parties out for you by now, huh?” Lance traced shapes into the sand with his finger as Keith watched the fire.

“Yeah, sadly.” He said casually.

“What do you mean, ‘sadly’? Have you taken a fancy to me?” Lance asked in a mocking tone. Keith laughed nervously.

“Not in the slightest. I’m not sure what I meant exactly. I just don’t really have the desire of returning.” Keith responded thoughtfully.

Well Lance did not expect this.

“Really? Who wouldn’t want to return to the lavish life of a prince?”

“Lavish, sure. But just as boring and...forced. All the pressure is on me, now. With my coronation coming up and everything-”

“Woah, woah, hold up. You’re becoming king?” Lance asked, truly flabbergasted.

“I am the eldest son after all, so it’s just protocol.” He answered solemnly.

“Man, talk about pressure.”

“Yeah.” Keith agreed quietly.

The two sat in silence for a while, watching the fire. Lance kept glancing over at Keith’s face, their features illuminated in the dim lighting. His face appeared strained and tired; his eyes completely expressionless.  

“You know, you don’t really show it, though.” Lance remarked. He glanced back at the fire as Keith looked over at him. He had feared he’d step over his boundaries now.

“Really? Sometimes I’m afraid I’m revealing my fear much too...evidently almost.” Keith’s reply allowed Lance a sigh of relief, but puzzled him as well.

“What are princes not allowed to show emotion or something?” Lance asked in a facetious manner. He was smiling when he met Keith’s intense gaze.

“No, actually. I don’t believe we are.” His tone was serious forming a pang of guilt in Lance’s stomach for asking such a question so foolishly. Lance opened his mouth to try and backtrack but soon shut it again when he realized he’d probably just worsen the situation. So they sat, eyeing each other; both trying to figure out the other.

“What is like, may I ask, to be...you know all over?” Keith asked quietly shifting on his left leg to face Lance.

“What you mean a thief? Well it’s not too bad I guess if you’re talking about the time that Hunk and I aren’t locked up in some dungeon.”

“Hunk, so that’s your so called ‘partner in crime’ then?”

“Yeah that’s him alright. I see you’ve seen our work then.” Lance put on his most dashing grin and leaned towards him.

“Lance, you’re trying to rob my palace at least once every fortnight.” Keith smirked.

Lance’s smile faded a bit when he heard his name spoken in Keith’s voice so casually. It seemed to roll off his tongue so naturally in his melodic voice. Why Lance found this so incredibly attractive, he wasn’t sure.

“We actually try more like once every week, but thanks for noticing.” Lance retorted. Keith giggled making Lance feel like he was actually melting into the sand.

This boy.

“No but truly, what is it like on the other side of things, though?” He asked. His eyes gleamed with a brilliant, child-like curiosity that Lance just couldn’t find himself able to say no to.

“I mean it’s not the most luxurious lifestyle, I guess. But I have had the privilege of seeing the world, beyond the kingdom, that is.”

Lance watched Keith watch him as he spoke. Then Lance hesitated. “Maybe...if our paths collide again, I could take you…” Lance’s voice was just barely above a whisper now as he stared at Keith. His eyes were full of wonder until he turned his head; dark hair falling over his eyes.

Now, Lance realized, he had stepped over his boundaries.

“All you are to me, is my prisoner. You are nothing more and our worlds will not collide in the future.” Keith’s tone was shaky as he scooted farther from Lance.

Lance felt the cold air suddenly seep into his skin, chilling him to the bone despite the fire ablaze in front of them. He had destroyed any possible chance he had. And now there they sat, in utter silence, both regretful and too afraid of speaking again for neither seemed to have the right words to say.

So Lance curled up next to the small, wooden log beside him and sleep away his thoughts of remorse when he realized he was still covered in Keith’s coat. And even though the circumstances, he did not feel it fitting to simply curl up and fall asleep in it. So he gently laid it on the wood next to him, and let the cool night engulf him.

They soon fell asleep by the fire; not another word spoken between them. The only sound was the wind through the pines surrounding them and the flames crackling.

_______

When sunlight filled Lance’s sight, he awoke warm and refreshed despite the hunger gnawing at his stomach. He turned on his side to greet the stubborn prince and fell onto soft material instead of sand. The prince was absent and Lance realized he was covered in Keith’s coat, though he remembered, quite vividly, taking it off before he fell asleep. He sat up, suddenly wide awake now and scanned their tiny camp site for the prince, whom lance was still pretty sure had a nasty wound on his leg.

Lance found him sitting on the other side of the log behind him, eyes shut in pain and his leg pinned to his chest.

“What on earth are you doing?” Lance crouched down beside him, unwrapping the wound to examine it.

“Trying to navigate my way home, since you clearly don’t know where we are.” Keith snapped even though it took quite some effort.

A stubborn prince, indeed.

“Without your coat?” Lance asked with a crooked smile.

“The palace has plenty of-” Keith stopped and looked at him with dawning realization.

“You were half naked and it was most likely subzero last night. I wasn’t going to just let you freeze to death.” Keith said pointedly. He leaned into Lance’s face and then drew back when pain struck his leg. He groaned and pushed back against the log.

“Stop moving, Keith.” Lance untied the thin material around his thigh and threw the shirt the side. The injury appeared to already be healing and-

Wait.

Lance just referred to Keith as Keith. He referred to the...prince…

He met Keith’s eyes and saw nothing but impatience. He didn’t seem to notice Lance’s blunder so Lance simply continued without a word.

“It looks much better. It’s swelling quite a bit, but that’s a good sign.”

“That’s good. Um, well what shall we wrap it in, though? We can’t exactly use your shirt again and…” Keith’s voice faltered down when he looked down at Lance’s legs.

“If you wanted me to take off my trousers so badly, Prince, you could’ve just asked.” Lance gave a wicked smile and Keith simply just scoffed at the suggestion, though his cheeks were pink.

“No, actually leaving the wound open, will allow it to breathe.” Lance replied quickly.

“Oh I see.” Keith nodded solemnly, avoiding Lance’s eyes.

“Let’s try walking again, shall we?” Lance stood, grabbing his belongings as well as Keith’s. Then he bent down, offering a hand to him.

Keith took it and cringed as he managed to stand and slide his arm over Lance’s shoulders.

“I do know the way, actually. And I won’t delay any longer...your highness.” Lance’s tone was cold and he felt Keith’s hurt gaze on him as he said this. But he simply ignored it and they began on their route again.

_____

They traveled just perhaps a mile or two on a different path, and arrived at the palace grounds only a few hours after.

Lance brought the prince up to entrance where the guards stood prepared to chop his head off, it seemed like. Keith simply ordered them to allow Lance entry and call for a medic immediately. They nodded and left, but not before properly seizing up Lance. The two stood alone under the wrought-iron gate towering above them.

Lance draped the red coat over Keith’s broad shoulder, gently and walked him over to one of the brick walls. He took the arm wrapped tightly from his shoulder and leaned it against the wall to steady Keith. Keith just watched him, his eyes tired and sunken yet still sparkling in the midday sun.

“Go.” Keith was staring at his feet.

“What?” Lance asked. He could not be letting him off the hook that easily, could he? This had to be some kind of trick. The prince had the thief exactly where he wanted him and he was just letting him go?

“I said go. As a thank you, I’m letting you go. And I suppose i will let your friend free as well. I’d suggest you’d follow this one last command of mine and never return.” Keith replied in a small, yet firm voice.

Lance looked at him and tried to find his eyes, but couldn’t manage to meet his gaze. He wanted so badly to thank Keith as well with a kiss, a hug, one last look at his beautiful eyes, but instead he just simply nodded and turned on his heels.

Lance felt his heart sink as he started out of the entrance and on his way to...well he wasn’t sure where he would go now, actually. Probably back to Hunk’s even though he knew how angry he would be when he returned. Though Lance couldn’t blame him, really.

At least, Lance thought, at least he got to meet the prince. And though he may have been a few of the things Lance had always assumed him to be, he was not cold. Nor was he pompous. He was warm and curious and gentle and endearing and…

A prince.

Lance sighed.

Then he heard heavy footsteps approaching from behind him. Assuming it to be either Hunk or one of the guards, he continued walking, too afraid and melancholy to turn to see.

But he was soon forcibly turned by familiar hands grasping his shoulders. He was spun around only to catch Keith in his arms and meet his lips.

The prince had his arms tightly gripping at the thief's bare torso for stability and with passion as they kissed, there in the middle of the palace entrance. His grasp around Lance was warm and he tasted of sweet fire on Lance’s lips. He soon wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist, overwhelmed in the spontaneous kiss.

New guards began calling behind them and Keith pulled away quickly.

“I hope, one day, our worlds will collide yet again my thief.”

Hope you all enjoyed! Lmao sorry it’s a bit lengthy. And yes I am well aware it’s already January 4th I am quite behind, I know. I may try to catch up and like post like three more fics tomorrow, but I may just end up rolling with it and ending the challenge on the third of February lol. Anyways thanks for reading! :)

(the following fics will not all be klance related though there will be more)

[trulytragicwrites]

I love Rainy Days and Rivalries!!! I'm excited to see what you mean by tying up loose ends though. I hope Keith is ok!!

Aw thank you! 💕😊 and yeah I'm just shortening the ending a bit, but the planned plot isn't changing, is all. But idk you'll just have to see I guess lmao (spoiler he will be)

[trulytragicwrites]

Hey man don't feel bad, your storytelling is amazing and you're only improving as a writer. This might not be your "best story" but so far it's been amazing and I hope you read this and just feel a little bit encouraged to continue improve your writing.

Thank you so much omg for understanding that I am a new writer and I still have so much improving to do. So thanks for the support it means a lot bc lately I've been feeling incredibly discouraged in terms of writing so I really appreciate this fam and I hope to improve and practice more :)

[trulytragicwrites]

im so ready to be in a relationship so whenever the universe is ready hmu with a keeper

[trulytragicwrites]

aight so

imma write maybe a few more lengthy chapters of Rainy Days and Rivalries just to give it closure and tie up loose ends bc I don't think many ppl are enjoying it that much and if I'm being honest it's actual shit lmao. but im still gonna try and do the 30 day writing challenged tho so wish me luck :) so yeah little update for now if anyone even still keeps up with my inconsistency on this acc omg sorry guys

[trulytragicwrites]

Happy Holidays from the Voltron Fam

lmao idk I wrote this festive  fic last night at like 3 am so yeah enjoy :)

“Hunk, oh my god!” Lance exclaimed as he tore through the Santa wrapping paper to reveal a white clothing box. He ripped off the top excitedly and lifted up the blue eye mask that read, ‘fuck you’ in giant letters.

“How did you know I needed a new eye mask?” He asked.

“Dude I’ve seen the one you use now, it’s just rags at this point. And I figured this one seemed…appropriate.”

Keith glanced to where Pidge was stringing lights around the tree in the corner of the room. They could barely even reach the middle, but not from a lack of effort, thats for sure. Coran saw them struggling and immediately got up to help. Though, he nearly collapsed onto the tree as he desperately tried to reach the very top. The two both started laughing and soon decided to give up.

“Ok and the guy…Santa, travels by what again?” Allura questioned, knitting her eyebrows. She sat in the armchair next to the fire with Shiro sat on the other side. The two of them were the only ones in the group wearing the bulky Christmas sweaters Lance’s abuelita had knitted for all of them. It was probably just because they felt guilty if they didn’t.

“Reindeer. And then Santa is believed to come down the chimney and-” Shiro explained but was soon interrupted by a flabbergasted Allura.

“Wait but how does he fit down the chimney though?”

Coran had joined their conversation now, and was even more puzzled by Shiro’s poor explanation of Christmas.

Keith laughed to himself and sipped at his hot chocolate. He looked all around the room at all of the festivities happening before him. Even with the itchy Santa hat atop of his head (forcibly placed there by Lance), and the Christmas mug in his hand, he just could not seem to manage to get into the jolly, Christmas spirit. Plus the fact that he normally spent his Christmas’ alone, so celebrating it with everyone else was a bit nerve-racking.

Keith didn’t exactly fit in…belong. And he was suddenly very aware of this.

He retreated into the kitchen, hoping to sneak away without anyone seeing him.

Silly mistake.

Lance sauntered in with the eyemask nestled in his brown hair and the same goofy smile on his face. His eyes were warm, though. Keith looked down at his mug as Lance entered.

“I don’t know what Hunk is baking, but man does it smell good.” Lance propped his elbow on Keith’s shoulder and inhaled the sweet scent coming from the oven. Keith gripped tightly at his mug and grimaced under his weight.

“Hey what’s wrong man? You’re not in Christmas spirit.” Lance explained, nw completely throwing his arm around Keith’s shoulders. His face was much closer to Keith’s now. Keith turned his head to hide how red he knew it was. He tried to shrug off Lance’s arm, but to no avail.

“I don’t know. I don’t really fit in.” Keith sighed, giving in.

“What do you mean you don’t fit in? We’re all family, Keith.” Lance emphasized ‘Keith’ as he leaned his head in next to Keith’s.

“I-I family-” Keith’s thought was disrupted by the oven beginning to beep.

“Ooh they’re done!” Hunk suddenly appeared in the doorway of the kitchen and grabbed an oven mitten.

“What’d you make?” Pidge was following behind him and soon, everyone was gathered in the small kitchen.

Keith and Lance were now cornered by the sink and both smiled as they watched the commotion. Lance glanced down at Keith and took him in his arms. Keith gasped abruptly, but grinned even wider as he wrapped his arms around Lance’s narrow torso.

“Dog pile on Keith!” Pidge called and soon everyone was hugging the two of them, all crammed together as laughter filled the tiny room.

Keith felt an overwhelming sense of joy as he was being squished between Lance and the other paladins. So this was what family felt like.

He’d have to get used to it, that’s for sure.

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Bonus:

The gang dispersed back around the kitchen, leaving Keith and Lance still leaning up against the counter by the sink.

Hunk set the batch of cookies on the counter and Allura and Shiro smiled, eager to decorate them.

“Hey wait, save me some!” Lance whined and moved from the counter.

“Lance, wait don’t move.” Pidge butted in.

“What? What? I just want some cookies.” Lance complained.

“No, looks like someone’s under the mistletoe.” Pidge smirked. Everyone stopped and glanced above his and Keith’s head as did Lance and Keith. Keith locked eyes with Lance for a brief second. Both of their faces were a bright new shade of red; a color Keith wasn’t even aware their faces could turn. Then Keith gulped and shut his eyes before grabbing Lance by his shirt, gently pulling him into a kiss. Keith pulled back and stared hard at the floor as he heard the group howl and clap. He looked up to Lance.

“Er-sorry-” Keith was blushing profusely, there was no hiding it at this point, he decided.

Lance’s shocked expression quickly twisted into a wicked grin as he placed his hands at the small of Keith’s back and leaned him towards the floor.

“For what?”

He met Keith's lips resulting in even louder cheering from their audience. Keith smiled into the kiss and circled his hands around Lance’s neck.

Keith was now in the Christmas spirit.

Thanks for reading and I hope you all a safe holiday if you do celebrate today if not then hey I still hope u have a good day boo :)

[trulytragicwrites]

ok yeah tru lmao I'm so sorry fam

@ people who don't celebrate christmas and are currently having christmas shoved down their throats

i hope whatever holiday you celebrate is fun and well!! and if you don’t celebrate any holidays this time of year, i hope your day is nice anyways!

[trulytragicwrites]

MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS

(if u celebrate it if not then good morning idk)

oh and imma try and post a Christmas-themed mini fic of the vld fam tmrw so yeah idk it gon be cliche af tho so

[trulytragicwrites]

Rainy Days and Rivalries

(aka Emo Keith and Jock Lance AU)

Ch. 24 Part 1

previous chapter

(some swearing)

Unfortunately for Keith, the rain had cleared up, thus already bumming him out before the school day had even started. It was just the icing on the cake, really. He was already debating whether or not he should even go to school as it was.He had the option of skipping and risking getting caught and then maybe suspended, possibly even expelled. But suspension or expulsion sounded much more appealing than the idea of actually facing Lance today.

I just want to...I don’t know, take this slow I guess

Keith was still unsure of Lance really meant by that sentence last night, and after mulling over it the entire night, it hadn’t become any clearer.

And even after thinking about the entire first half of the school day, he still couldn’t make much sense of it.

Keith had somehow managed to successfully avoid Lance so far, though it didn’t appear Lance was actually even making an effort at this point. It had almost seemed Lance was the one avoiding Keith. In the classes they had together, Lance seemingly did his best not to make eye contact with Keith, whatsoever. Though, the only reason Keith knew this is because he kept looking at him.

You know, to check and see if Lance was looking at him, obviously.

But besides that, there were none of the usual shenanigans from his teammates either; no hitting the back of his head, no calling him a ‘fucking nerd,’ no lousy attempts to trip him. It was odd. And in a way, Keith found himself almost wishing the team of morons would have gone back to their old ways.

Once lunch time rolled around, he didn’t have much of an appetite. Though, he was glad when he saw Shiro’s car pull into the parking lot next to the courtyard. Maybe he’d have some wise advice to give Keith. Well, he’d at least pretend to in order to keep his all-knowing fatherly reputation, that is.

Keith explained everything to him in excruciating detail, over lunch. His story received quite a few disapproving looks from Shiro. Especially when he was describing how...intense the kiss was, and how much more it would’ve further ‘intensified’ if Lance’s mother hadn’t walked out onto the patio. When Keith finally finished, Shiro sat, thoughtful and considering. Then he reached into Keith’s bag lunch and opened a bag of chips.

“Hey! I was saving that for later!” Keith tried to grab it back, but Shiro backed out of his reach. He opened it and proceeded to eating them as Keith watched.

“First of all, no you weren’t. You’re clearly in too much distress over this Lance to have an appetite. Second of all, I understand what your feeling, I know a certain...er co-worker that I may or may not feel the same way about.” He was playing at the black stud on his ear as he chewed. Keith grinned ear-to-ear at this last sentence.

“You act like I don’t know about your enormous crush you’ve had on Allura since you’re started working at the planetarium.”

“Shut up I-I wasn’t, we’re not talking about me, damnit. The point is,” Shiro nervously shoved three chips in his mouth at once before he spoke again. “You just need to give him some distance, you know? Give him time. Even though you may be sure of your feelings, he may not be so sure of his yet.”

Ok so maybe Shiro was ‘wise’ sometimes.

“Shit, guess you’re right.” Keith turned and rested his elbow on his knee. Shiro gave a cocky shrug and slapped Keith on the shoulder.

“But man, is it going to be hard, you’re in way over your head with this one.”

“Yeah I’m fucking aware, thanks.” Keith grumbled. Shiro threw his hands up, dramatically and then grabbed his leather jacket from the picnic table.

“I gotta go, but good luck. Tell me how it goes.” Shiro said, giving one last consoling pat on Keith’s shoulder and hopped onto the grass.

“Yeah, thanks I guess.” Keith turned his back as Shiro walked off.

“You’re certainly most welcome!”

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Keith’s final period couldn't have gone by quicker. He was too busy dwelling on what Shiro had said earlier. It was good advice, he had to admit. And Keith had already accepted the fact that Lance would need time. So at this point, it was only a matter of giving him that time…and not staring at him or thinking about him every five minutes.

But for some reason, having Lance’s laptop just resting in his bookbag amongst his other school supplies, it was harder. It was almost like every time Keith would go to reach for a book or something, he’d see it and the memory of that one moment the two shared in the locker room came flooding back into his mind.

Yeah, it had gotten that bad. Keith wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last with this whole, ‘give Lance time’ plan.

But he realized he had to get rid of it. The laptop, that is. Keith wasn’t even using it anymore. One of the kids in his foster home had lent him, their and even as shitty as it was, Keith was using it instead. So it’s not like there was any use of Lance’s laptop at this point anyways. Other than making him think about Lance every single time he glanced at the stupid thing.

It was simple, all he had to do, was give it back to him and then escape.

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Keith was nearly sprinting to the locker room on the other side of the school to make it to see Lance before practice started. Though he did slow to watch Pidge’s ‘promposal’ to a girl at least twice Pidge’s size. She said yes and Keith stopped to watch as they hugged. Hunk held the sign and recorded the entire thing, smiling like a proud mother. Keith continued on, suddenly desperate to remove the adorable scene he just witnessed from his mind. A pang of jealousy hit him as he realized how genuinely happy they both seemed.

He didn’t have time for envy right now.

Once Keith arrived at the locker room entrance, he stopped before entering to get the laptop from his bag. As he shuffled through his things, he heard voices come from inside. He froze instantly when he hear his name.

“Keith? You mean Keith Kogane?” Keith recognized this as Lance’s voice almost immediately.

“Yeah, I mean I know of him. But I don’t exactly know him. Well I mean we did have to do the stupid science project together, but other than that…”

Keith clutched at his bag to stable himself. This was Lance’s voice. Keith was sure of it. He’d recognize that nasally voice from having to hear it everyday for the past six years.

“I wouldn’t even really say we’re friends.” Lance stated casually.

“Plus I’m pretty sure he’s gay. So I wouldn’t want him falling in love with me.” Lance chuckled and the rest of his teammates in the locker room joined in.

Keith felt himself keel over and drop his bag to the bench. He held onto the wall and quickly stood back up, ripped the laptop from his backpack and slammed it onto the bench. He slung the bag back onto his shoulders and practically ran out the hall doors.

Keith now knew what Lance meant by ‘slow.’

So I guess we learned one thing today, my friends, and that is I am complete shit at writing angst. Sorry fam. But hey this is supposed to be a cheesy AU, right? Idk man. Oh and part two will be posted on Monday and it’s gonna be a tad different so that’s why it’s a part two. So yeah thanks so much for reading and sticking with this fic! Love you guys and Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, or if you don’t celebrate anything, I hope you just have a good day lmao

based on this post

[trulytragicwrites]

warmth, huggable, dearest?

warmth: what is my happy place? anywhere I can sleep and be warm tbh preferably completely isolated from the world lmao huggable: what are my fav flowers? ooh idk I really love pear blossoms and gardenias dearest: item I hold most dear? idk I try not to get too attached to material item (lol ok I say as literally the most materialistic person oml) but like probably my laptop bc it's my access to the internet and like the internet is the besttt ya feel? Lmao thanks for the asks fam 💕

[trulytragicwrites]

For the love asks- Blush, Sweet, Laughter, and Soul Mate ~from grandad ;)

Blush: what do I do when I have a crush on someone? idk tbh I've never had like a legitimate crush on anyone before I don't think but I mean I guess I have had like little ones. In those cases tho, I'd either completely avoid them or try to talk to them so much about themselves that they actually may get annoyed lol Sweet: favorite love song? omg idek fam ummm omg no I really love that song that goes like "l is for the way the you look at meeee..." lmao Laughter: who can always make you laugh? idk lol Jenna marbles' videos always seem to make me laugh so Soul mate: who is my best friend? Lmao Idk actually i have a few good friends on here that i talk to probably more then ppl irl but I do have like 3 really close friends irl i guess Lmao ily grandad(dy) thanks for the asks u da real mvp my dude 😘🙌

[trulytragicwrites]

Giggle? uwu

Do i believe in love at first sight? Lmao I'm genuinely asking bc idk myself. Nah probably not, the concept seems a bit too far-fetched lol