ryleigh 🧚

21 🌿 Aaron Taylor Johnson’s official wife army, atiny, stay, moa, vip, eyekon, p1ece, villain, fearnot

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A space for all my work <3

❤︎ - Smut

Someone to Call my Lover

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 ❤︎

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Thangyu Oneshots

Hellbound Train ❤︎

Seven Minutes in Heaven (is All that I Need When I Get With Him) ❤︎

I Looked to the Sky and Said (Please

I’ve Been on my Knees) Change the

Prophecy

Your Song Written With Mine

Tip Toe Through the Dry Grass

Sweet and Tangy

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I Looked to the Sky and Said

(Please I’ve Been on my Knees)

Change the Prophecy

Chapter 3. Sweet and Tangy

Keith x Lance

summary: Lance stared at the mark on his wrist, shaped as some sort of V and when he looked to the man in front of him, the man who held a blade to his throat, he saw the same mark staring back at him.

An opposer, a galra as his soulmate.

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“Once silver turns to gold, the one dressed in red shall bring forth an end to the monarchy.”

chapter 1| chapter 2| chapter 3

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It was scorchingly hot out as Keith stood beside his mother in the main and biggest Galra city. It was the Summer Parade. This day was a celebration for Galra everywhere, where each person could give their respects to fallen Galra of the past.

The label ‘parade’ was only half of the event. A long, detailed parade would go down the streets showcasing different events crucial to Galra history. There would be fresh markets full of different delicacies people had taken all Spring to prepare as well as merchants who had came from all over to sell and trade.

There would be food served in one of the parks and a live music area and even Zarkon was feeling kind, a firework show late in the night. However, this year was different than any in the past. The royal family of Altea would be in for a visit. There have been people from different civilizations to this event before, Keith and his mother had just purchased a few crystals from a travelling Balmera merchant, but this was the royal family. The only royals who ever attended this was the Galra empire and they were much different than the Alteans.

They had arrived in a regal, futuristic style buggy? Carriage? Keith wasn’t sure what it was, it hovered slightly off the ground and was nothing he had seen before. It was beautiful, carved from a white sort of material, engraved with light blue. It was hard to explain what they looked like, perhaps something out of story his mother had told him once.

He could see a man who he assumed was the King, he had smiled when he first arrived, being escorted to a privacy tent with his daughter. The two had matching white hair and marks resting on their cheekbones. The girl was around the age of him, he assumed at least and she had a walk that would tell anyone she was a princess even if no one knew whom she was. She was poised with grace.

Her posture was strong, her facial features soft and elegant, her dress resting above the ground, brushing against a few strands of grass but never into the dirt. It was a white gown but Keith could see a pink hue that made the dress a baby pink.

As the parade went down the gravel streets of the impoverished town, highlighting gruesome battles, the depiction of the Emperor’s coronation, the birth of the prince, Keith couldn’t help but stare at the royals. How pleasant it must be to be in a well shaded area with plenty of fruity drinks and soft desserts while he and his mother felt the sun beat on their dark hair till it burned to the touch. His mother had spent the last of her spending money that wasn’t on groceries from the market on crystals she had found pretty. He was sure his mother would enjoy a beautiful dress like the princess.

How did the fate of people get dished out? Who chose whom would be struggling and who would never have to worry about a thing in their life? How was it fair that he and his mother would never experience that lifestyle?

Keith looked away from them, feeling a grumbling sickness swirl in his stomach when the princess and king smiled at something Emperor Zarkon had said. Keith had never spoken to the emperor, and he wondered if he had or ever did, if the emperor would take pity on him and change things for the people.

“Mother,” Keith began, turning to his mom who watched the parade with a faint smile. “Mom, I’m thirsty.” He spoke out, feeling the way his tongue stuck drying to the inside of his mouth.

Krolia looked away from the theatrics, glancing down at her son. She subtly felt the coins in her pocket, out of sight from Keith. “Me too,” She smiled now, genuine and full as she reached for Keith’s hand, pulling them out of the crowd.

Once away from the cramped space, she placed her hand on top of his head, feeling how hot his hair felt to her touch. She made a soft ‘tsk’ sound, ruffling his hair gently. “You should’ve worn a hat, Keith.” Keith gave her a tight smile in return, she had told him multiple times how hot it would be today, but hats made his head look weird when he caught his reflections in bodies of water.

The two found their way to a booth selling juice, many different kinds, some even Keith had never had the privilege to taste. He assumed this merchant was out of town. Krolia held him close to her side as the two scanned the tiny sign listing off different flavours.

“Mm, we must try something new,” Krolia smiled, looking down at Keith for a moment before pointing to the word ‘mango’. Keith looked up at her and how she smiled at the man running the booth.

Keith found himself looking back toward the parade, his eyes finding the top of the tent again but too many people had stood in the way of his view of the royals. He wondered how many new things they got to try, if it was rare and scary to hear words of fruit they never knew of before.

Krolia led him off to a patch of grass near the parade, holding two plastic cups in her hands as she moved to sit. She let out a sigh, grateful to be off her feet for the time being. Keith lowered himself beside her, taking the drink when she held it out to him.

“Let’s try together, okay?” Krolia smiled, tapping her plastic cup against Keith’s. “It smells very good,”

Keith nodded, looking into the cup at the dark yellow, light orange liquid, smelling how sweet the fruit was. Tropical. Keith looked at Krolia again, watching as she brought the cup to her lips, he copied her actions feel the cold liquid hit his lips before she nodded and they both took a sip.

An instant refreshing feeling hit Keith’s tongue, it was rich, smooth, and tangy against his tastebuds and Keith couldn’t help but gulping it all down. It wasn’t like fruit he had tried before, it wasn’t as crisp as apple juice which also held a tartness to it. This was different and Keith could imagine that he would spend the rest of his life wishing for this again.

As Keith went to say how delicious the flavour was, screams broke out around them. His eyes darted to the sound, seeing people who were all watching the parade with cheer, now run in different directions away from the street. Krolia had instantly grabbed Keith, pulling him toward her as people pushed past others, some even running in their direction.

“What’s happening?” Keith asked as Krolia’s drink, still half full of juice, fell and the sweet fruit seeped into the grass. She stood, pulling him up with her and the two ran as well, falling into step with those around them. Keith looked back, allowing his feet to trust his mother’s navigation as he tried to see anything.

He wasn’t quite tall enough yet, especially when there was so much people who, just like his mom, were holding onto hands of their loved ones to keep people together. Keith wanted to know what was happening, he wanted to know if guards were surrounded the royals to keep them safe too. He pictured knights dressed in marble like blues, swords raised and so sharp that even a leaf in the air would be sliced on impact.

People were still screaming, his ears sometimes not being able to understand the words around him. He could sense fear, and he could see it on the people around him. People pushed people, not caring who could be hurt from the action, all anyone cared about was escape.

By the time the following week had come, Keith had known what had caused the commotion, what had greyed such a beautiful day. The Galra had attacked. King Alfor was killed by a general. A war would come.

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I Looked to the Sky and Said

(Please I’ve Been on my Knees)

Change the Prophecy

Chapter 2. Tip Toe Through the Dry

Grass

Keith x Lance

summary: Lance stared at the mark on his wrist, shaped as some sort of V and when he looked to the man in front of him, the man who held a blade to his throat, he saw the same mark staring back at him.

An opposer, a galra as his soulmate.

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“Once silver turns to gold, the one dressed in red shall bring forth an end to the monarchy.”

chapter 1|chapter 2| chapter 3

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Springtime brought change, flowers, and animals. The birth of new generations and hopefulness to a new year.

Keith walked down a pathway that had not yet blossomed. The tree branches above were bare, small buds along the wood that hadn’t burst open yet. The grass along the gravel road he stepped upon was dry and tinged yellow from the lack of rain.

He carried a sack in his hands, once beige now stained with years of dirt on the inside and out. A collection of vegetables sat within it, carrots, potatoes, leeks, and tomatoes. He chewed on a piece of peppermint gum, squeezing his jaw till his teeth would fight for the piece, making a suction sound when his jaw separated.

He continued down the path, gravel crunching beneath his boots and with each step he grew closer to home. He could see the hut near, a clothesline outside with damp towels and clothes hanging on the wire. Keith wasn’t sure if he enjoyed being so secluded out here.

He had seen in the books his mom would bring home, pictures of towns and homes much bigger than his own. Even when visiting town to pick up groceries or to visit his friend Shiro, there were some houses in the area, close. Not alone.

Krolia had told him once that they lived out far to protect them from the fire breathing dragon that inhabited the castle. Keith believed it once. He was ten now, things like dragons were incredibly childish to him.

Keith had figured the truth was that they were poor. His father had left them when he was young and because of that abandonment, money was scarce. That’s what Keith believed.

He walked up the stepping stone path to the hut, some rocks painted from summers long ago when him and his mom had access to berries. They would squish them in a giant barrel and the half that wasn’t split and strained to make jams and juice was used for outdoor activities. Keith enjoyed painting when the sun was hot and beating down, sneaking some of the berries onto his finger to swap into his mouth without his mother looking.

He pushed the door open, hearing the soft bubbling of the pot hanging above the fire. His mother stood in the kitchen — the home wasn’t big enough to have separate rooms, so really she was standing near the fire where a tiny table was tucked in the corner. Keith could hear the gently thumps of her knife against the wood every few seconds and the crunch of oregano that she had picked from the garden that morning.

She looked over her shoulder, smiling and putting the knife down on the surface. “I thought maybe you had forgotten your way,” She smiled, walking toward him, kissing the top of his head and taking the sack.

“I wasn’t long,” Keith mumbled, wiping at her kiss as she turned toward the tiny plastic barrel she had turned into some sort of sink. Keith had helped her of course, holding the plastic in his hands as his mother sawed and connected pieces to run water from the outdoor water hand pump.

She dumped the sack into the water, some of the dirt softened off and floating to the surface. She examined some of the vegetables, running her fingers gently along any bruises before looking back at Keith. “No celery?” She asked, Keith shook his head. “What’s in your mouth?”

Keith looked at her for only a moment before parting his lips, showing the chewed white gum between his teeth. “Dudley gave it to me,”

“Wow,” She smiled. “Hope you thanked him.”

“I did,” He rolled his eyes as she turned away. He sat on a stool near her, watching as she washed the vegetables till no dirt remained.

It wasn’t often that the family had enough gold coins for vegetables, but whenever Krolia sent him to the market, Keith knew dinner would be good. Perhaps it wasn’t quite cold anymore for soup, but Keith never minded it and maybe he had purposely not gotten celery because he hated how it tasted.

“I heard some commanders in town today,” Keith began, watching his mom to see if she would interrupt him before he began. Telling him not to speak of the empire to her, when she didn’t say anything, he continued. “I overheard them speaking about Altea,”

“What about it?” She asked, looking at him and taking her hands out of the water, resting her forearms on the edge. Keith looked at her again for a long moment before looking to his hands, ripping the piece of gum between his teeth.

“Nothing bad I think… I heard them mention to Summer parade too… maybe they have invited them,” Keith mumbled and his mother shook her head, drying her hands on her dress. Keith watched as she stood, draining the sink. Keith could tell that she wasn’t impressed with whatever he had said and maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up in the first place.

However she pulled a tight smile, looking at her son again. “That would be great, honey… for the royal family to visit during then, I mean.” She walked over to the pot, taking the lid off as steam escaped. “Cut some of the vegetables for me please,”

Krolia knew that whatever Keith thought he heard couldn’t have been true. The empire hated the royals, and when she was in school herself when her parents could afford it, that propaganda about Alteans stealing Galra land had been passed through. Many of the older generations still believe that story. Krolia didn’t.

For all she knew, it could be real but she would never in her lifetime sympathize with the empire or believe anything they said. She had travelled to Altea once when she was young before the reign. From what she could remember, everyone she passed was kind, she had the most delicious food from the markets, her mother had bought a delicate, pearl blue dress.

Nobody in the town had homes that looked like they were falling apart. Krolia felt jealous while visiting as any girl her age would, and she had sworn to herself that one day she would live there. That was before she fell in love and had Keith… before any of this.

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I Looked to the Sky and Said

(Please I’ve Been on my Knees)

Change the Prophecy

Chapter 1. Your Song Written With Mine

Keith Kogane x Lance McClain

summary: Lance stared at the mark on his wrist, shaped as some sort of V and when he looked to the man in front of him, the man who held a blade to his throat, he saw the same mark staring back at him.

An opposer, a galra as his soulmate.

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“Once silver turns to gold, the one dressed in red shall bring forth an end to the monarchy.”

chapter 1| chapter 2| chapter 3

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A rough wind shook the walls, creaking escaping from the old wood keeping the little boy and his mother as safe as it could from the harsh weather.

A young boy, no older than perhaps five sat on his mother’s lap, a purple wool blanket wrapped around them both as the woman ran her nail gently and soothingly down her son’s nose. She hummed a tune at first, softly and warm, a nice distraction from every other sound the boy heard.

It had been a long and daring winter, snow so high that most days they had been snowed in. Cold so biting that Krolia swore her purple skin had grown blue, frost bite crawling along her limps. If the empire had kept its promises, perhaps the two would be in a warm house inside the town instead of this makeshift hut closer to the run down village. This wasn’t the life Krolia had dreamed of, had hoped for but she was positive, she had to be for her son.

Keith stared up at her with his dark eyes, eyelids heavy and begging to fall with each tickling stroke of Krolia’s nail on his nose bridge. He couldn’t force himself asleep yet, he couldn’t allow his eyes to close.

Krolia smiled softly down at him, holding him close with her other arm. “Story?” She whispered watching as Keith’s head bobbed into a sleepy nod. Another long, whistling wind rocked the walls and Keith’s eyes darted toward the closed window shortly before Krolia redirected his attention.

“Years from now,” Krolia began, “A strong boy marched through the village, past the tiny home by the trees and toward the big, black, castle. He wasn’t alone, and he wasn’t afraid as he had his friends and his mother at his side. The moon began to fall asleep, tired from a long night of protecting every sleeping boy and girl.” Keith’s eyes closed for a moment before opening slowly again.

“The moon had done its duty, making sure everyone had sweet dreams. The sun began to wake, moving slowly over the grass and waking up the birds in the trees. The boy was tired, he hadn’t slept and he had wanted to close his eyes so much,” Keith had finally allowed his eyes to close, listening to the story, his mothers words mixing with the wind outside. “The boy had a job, he was going to save the world. He was going to make all evil disappear, that was his duty as much as the moon was to watch us. As he entered the castle, the guards all mad that he was there…”

Keith had always fallen asleep at the same part, he never knew how it ended. Had the boy saved the world or had he died trying? Even growing older, it was if his body had known to fall asleep upon these words.

His mother’s hum echoed in his mind, with each whisper of the wind and run along his nose, the sound of her song etched itself amongst his brain, engraving into his flesh.

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Julance Day 11: The infinite universe

I’m in love with how this turned outttt

The constellation is Orion cuz I thought that fit

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from my fic, closing rate. ⋆˚࿔

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2026?

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when i discovered i could read stories about having sex with my fictional husbands

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I miss them

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I’m still working on my piece for Day 3, but my piece for today has been done since Monday! As soon as I saw Rebel as a prompt, I knew I needed to do some kind of Star Wars AU. It came out better than I thought it would!

Marco is trying his best to impress the very cool, very hot pilot 😏 do we think it’s working??

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apple trend

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this is an insane POV

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a full buffet

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Happy Pride!

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This Pride, Let Song Mingi Kiss A Boy

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i love klance i love voltron i love klance sm omggg