Jul 4, 2018
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back at it again with the 80s sheith
its the 80s ❤️🖤
Have some 80′s Shieth
In which Captain Akira finally puts a ring on Sven before the man kills himself in some way.
People asked for the GoG!Sheith wedding picture and I delivered. Dunno which one I’ll do next tho…
Sheith Multi-Verse (Wedding Pictures): Altean!Sheith, GoG!Sheith, GG!Sheith
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I finished the short 80s sheith drabble with Akira turning himself purple on accident. Thanks @ilovelocust for the prompt. I'm not quite sure I got Akira's headspace right (I kind of see him as a more mature and in charge Keith who both are troublesome drunks). I actually restarted this a few times cause I had several different ideas of how to do it but I liked this the best. I think I'm going to continue writing drabbles for 80s sheith so I can get their headspace and dynamic right. Anyway, here it is.
Akira rarely screwed up a spell. It was even rarer for him to have been off the mark on his judgement. Sven liked to say he was psychic with how he could see through even the best liars or cook something great without using a recipe.
Akira blamed the now purple skin (no people don't bruise like) that on his inability to hold his alcohol. It was a problem he was working on. Unfortunately it’d come back to bite him in the butt. The worst part was the raging hangover. He thought back to the previous night and tried to figure out just what exactly had happened.
Akira had just aced a group Astronomy project he’d been sure he was going to fail. His group mates had tried to pawn the work off on him but he’d made it abundantly clear he would rather fail than indulge their incompetence. Not exactly true; this was worth about ¼ of his grade alone and the class was difficult.
Nevertheless, his group mates had gotten their butts in gear grudgingly and completed their share. It felt freeing to be rid of that anxiety and he’d wanted to celebrate so he’d called up Sven. The two had gone out for drinks at a pub and eventually made it back to his apartment at the university off campus village.
Akira snickered as he waved his fingers for the locked door. Little sparks of magic flew from his fingers and Sven’s arm draped around his shoulder loosened as he stepped back to let the former through the door. “You know,” He started. “You do have a key.”
“But that’s no fun.” A quick turn and flick of his wrist and the door flew open. Akira sauntered in as confidently as he could when drunk.
Sven shook his head. He wasn’t quite so drunk as he’d wanted to keep an eye on him for this very reason. When Akira got drunk, he was very excitable and as a consequence, he had no qualms in using his magic in front of others. Though that didn’t mean that he still wasn’t the littlest bit drunk. Akira had seen to that. He was hoping to get lucky tonight somewhere in the back of his mind. Though more than that, Akira wanted Sven to partake in the free flowing magic. It was always so fun to see what kind of mischief they could come up with.
Akira shook his head. That’s where things got a bit fuzzy but he vaguely remembered casting a spell to make his skin glow like a firefly and had instead gotten this. The night had been littered with pretzels and kisses. Akira hated how he got when he was drunk. He always felt embarrassed by his actions the night before.
Why hadn’t he tried to reverse the spell though?
Oh, that’s right. He’d decided this was a problem for sober him to solve and Sven had just shaken his head in amusement.
Akira looked to the other body on the couch half beside and half underneath him. He was vaguely irritated that Sven hadn’t stopped him sooner but the way his bangs fell into his face messily as he slept softened his heart. This was his fault anyway. He had no one to blame but himself and his need to celebrate yesterday. He’d just have to fix it himself. Problem was, he didn’t know where to start.
He leaned over and gave Sven a kiss on the cheek before standing up and making his way to the kitchen where he kept the painkillers and started thinking of ways to reverse whatever it is he had done.
I found this draw your ot3 thing
I needed to
80s sheith chibs!!
uh oh im back in the guns of gamara au again