even shorter continuation of ; pt 2: friends don't kiss, pt 3 final pt finished done complete all of the above did I say done
meguru is still in his room.
if it weren't for all your outbursts, he probably would've been up and out of his room already to leap onto your back. in fact, you must have forgotten that he wouldn't be away from you at all if not for that. you'd be warm underneath his lithe limbs as he peppered kisses all over your face as if you were being dragged away as he did so. only now, you were slumped up against the sofa reminiscing in the cool hollow devouring at your intuition.
ugh...you stood and let your feet move themselves over the unforgiving tiles, biting at the bottom of them with every step. the sound of you shuffling through the apartment was oddly loud, just not as odd as it was for meguru to be so quiet. when you raised a fist to knock, it missed the door. meguru stood on the other side of the door frame, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. he's crying?..instinct would be to approach with open arms and envelop him in care, and you technically did that. however, instead of the expected hug-there came a kiss instead. his lips sought yours clumsily, colliding into you so vigorously you stumbled back and bumped your head lightly on the nearest wall.
"I'm so sorry...[y/n]" even as he mumbles, he stays against you to relish In your presence. whether he's apologizing for making you hit your head or being inconsiderate goes unmentioned. "it doesn't matter, it really doesn't to me.! we can do whatever you want, I swear─just stop pushing me away!" his eyes are frantic, filled with crazed longing. his palms heavily braced on either side of your hips on the floor as he just stared at you. into you.
this time you're the one who pulls him closer. your hands come up to grip the back of his head, mouths synchronizing in a slow dance. you could feel the hairs of his nape stand up at the contact, pressing impossibly closer in turn. his hands wandered wherever it could reach, taking you in before you could take yourself away. "meguru..." you heard yourself mutter. "okay..." you could taste his tears, or not. perhaps it was the saltiness of your own demise, dry and reminding as you stirred. the shift made you peek an eye open, clutching the sides of his face as you blinked. you saw his face and then saw nothing; preferably the ceiling.
you were dreaming. how cowardly was that, huh? can't even confront him in your sleep. at least you didn't actually bump your head then, yeah? you slid against the cushions of the couch to sit up, only to bump heads with his.
"meguru?" you croaked, your hand flying up to cover the sore spot. his hand caught in yours, leaning in close. "sorry, sorry. didn't know you'd wake up so soon!" he said through an easy beam.
at his smile, your heart slowed in relief.
"you were talking in your sleep." now that's something you weren't so surprised about.
you let your fingers fall from his and wrap your arms around his neck. in your embrace he snickers, nestling into the juncture of your shoulder. "please lemme do this," he whined into your skin.
"what?"
"kiss you.!" he didn't wait for your reply, going in for it anyway.
Fluff? I don't know, a bit Angsty right off the bat ig.
This is my submission for the second of our discords bi-weekly writing challenge. Prompt: Character A drags Character B outside to build a snowman.
Who would believe that cold could hurt as much as the wind was now hurting him? Biting away at his skin and bruising it red. Moblit lifted his trembling hands to his lips in a desperate attempt to keep warm, at least regain the mobility of his joints so he could get out of here, assuming his gear still worked.
Beneath him were the bodies of fallen friends and comrades, spread out upon the icy wasteland that in the summers had brought comfort to many of their troops.
Now the fields where they would so often relax whispered to him a promise of death, nothing could survive this biting tundra.
Hange, his hange had already-
“Berner!” at least he was still there, they would figure this out under his command, he was sure. Moblit had long ago put his life in the hands of Erwin Smith.
He turned to face the voice of his commander, not hearing or seeing what had snuck up on him, now reaching out as he took the first step in Erwins direction.
“No! No let go! Stop!” The much too fragile human body was easily crushed, if only it wouldn't hurt so much. If humans were meant to die, then why had god forsaken them by giving them the ability to feel hurt? The gear that had for years helped the survival of the troops was now tightening around the man's body, squeezing his breath and his life out of him. It felt like the world stood still, holding him in a moment of forever to make sure he could experience it all. Yet it happened so fast, before he could even register it, he had lost his footing and found himself crashing, struggling, aching. Despite the pain however, there was no sound of a scream coming from the man, the cold only made it worse.
“I'm sorry! Sorry Moblit!” his shirt soaked in the icy water he had formerly stood upon, their body laid upon his, weighing him down into the hellish cold. “It's alright, Hange” his voice was a muffled mumble against the wet ground, for he hadn't even lifted his head.
“Put these on” footsteps had approached them, steady even upon the slippery disco-floor of hell. Levi had tossed something their way, chains, no- more like claws for their shoes, seemed the device was working well, for the short man soon after ran across the ice, not even slipping in the slightest as he moved from comrade to comrade in order to supply them with this gift to fight god's nature.
Finally back on their feet, the ever-apologising Hange would help Moblit with the gear that yet laid too tight around his body. Their hands, even though also undoubtedly freezing, felt so warm against his wet shirt.
It took them a moment to gain their balance even with the gear given to them by Levi, but slowly they managed to together make their way over to where Erwin and Miche were waiting for them. Immediately they had been offered a warm drink by the tall man, both warm and spicy, the heated wine was quick to warm them up from the inside and out. “Moblit” a woman's voice reached his red ears “your shirt is frozen stiff” she was right, and as her voice burst into laughter Moblit would take the time to assess the damage. His laughter however joined hers, when Hange reached to touch his frozen garment, and it let out a loud crispy crunch. “Good god”
The light-haired man enjoyed the good company of friends. Miche behind them with a fire was again and again stirring the pot of mulled wine. Erwin, now together with Eld and Armin were going over some papers that would surely aid them in their upcoming task. Life rarely felt good, but for once in his, he had a smile on his face, and a resting heart rate.
The calm beatings of his heart only lasted so long however, for as Gelgar had gone to grab himself another beverage, a loud thud had been heard from across the sea of ice. “Eren!” Hange called out for the large creature that had thrown a large boulder of snow down to the ground. “Thank you!”
Yet again looking over to Erwin, Moblit found himself wondering how they had even gotten here. “I'm not sure this is an appropriate use of our-” he had started, but he was soon interrupted by Hange's voice once more swimming through his now warm ears. “Strike a pose for us!”
Erwin was smiling, standing over the drawings showing the general idea of this snowy endeavour and the groupings assigned, Erwin smiled- Was he sick?
As the human-driven titan struck a pose, a soldier whose name slipped Moblit`s mind was given the paper and coal to begin sketching the figure. As the blond soldier sat to draw, other soldiers would be assigned jobs and positions by the three plan-makers, and before anyone could even begin to doubt this as Moblit had, the Snow-Titan building project was in full swing.
Squad Levi had taken upon themselves the job of guiding Eren to bring in more snow without accidentally burying any of the soldiers who with the help of their ODM gear had begun carving the creature into the snow, using both water and torches to help it settle.
This life-sized titan made out of snow had been Hange's idea, suggested to Erwin under the guise that it would boost morale and also help Jaeger take control over his abilities, perhaps they had been right?
Too cold to participate, Moblit remained by Miche’s booth, enjoying another cup of warmth. Hange had flown off some time ago, but he could no longer see them amongst the laughing joyful friends of theirs. Even those who fell meters down into the cold snow still helped bring laughter to the earth, kicking legs struggling with getting back up instead of out of a titans grip.
“Did you say something?” The question was from Moblit, aimed at the two men he was standing by, however, both Miche and Gelgar shook their heads, and even Nanaba who had just arrived to steal some of Miches body heat denied this accusation.
The answer came to him in the shape of a cold ball to the back of his head. As he turned around he finally laid eyes upon Hange again, now kneeling over with laughter. “Oh yeah?” he ran, ran towards his friend and threw himself at them so they both tumbled to the ground. Once atop of them, he had filled his hands with the soft snow and pushed it into their face. “Got you” their laughter only made his smile wider. “No.. got you” they replied with a cunning smile, before pushing a fist of snow up in his face in return.
As the man released them from his grip in order to remove the cold from him, they grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in close. Their breath and lips against his cheek burned like a pleasant fire. “I like seeing you smile, Moblit”
HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM YOURS TRULY! Here’s a spooky one-shot that’s a part of my Klance YouTuber AU Series (which I’m excited to finally be continuing, as I haven’t written for it in a while)!
Lance, Keith, Pidge, and Hunk decide to film a video using a Ouija Board to celebrate Halloween. Lance is amused, Keith is wary, Pidge is skeptical, and Hunk is terrified. Hilarity (and horror) ensues. I hope you enjoy!
“Hey guys!” Lance waved and, pulling the cape he wore around to cover the lower his face, wiggled his eyebrows. “Happy Halloween! Boy, do we have a treat in store for you today. Don't we, guys?”
“Not an actual treat,” Hunk said. “Last year we tried to do a Halloween baking video, and we all know how much of a disaster that turned out to be.”
“In my defense, it was a ghost that knocked the tray out of my hands and onto the floor,” Pidge claimed, glancing at the ceiling. “I didn't drop it.”
“You ruined all of our perfectly good s'mores,” Keith pointed out, crossing his arms.
Pidge raised an eyebrow at him. “Keith, your s'mores looked like they got hit by a bus. Frankly, I did them a favor.”
Lance snorted, which he quickly tried to disguise with a cough. Keith still glared at him. “Right. Well, this year the four of us are doing something even more holiday appropriate! Per popular request, we're going to be using a Ouija Board!”
Hunk's head snapped up from his phone, on which he had undoubtedly been texting Shay. “Woah, what?! Nobody told me we were doing that! Pidge told me this was Cards Against Humanity!”
“Sorry, buddy,” Lance patted him on the shoulder. “Next time we will, I promise. But today we're doing something that's actually spoopy!”
“Ugh,” Pidge visibly cringed. “Please never use that word again.”
“How is Cards Against Humanity not scary enough? It's like the most terrible game known to man!” Hunk exclaimed, but Lance ignored him, addressing the camera.
“As you can see, we're all in costume for the occasion. A vampire, for yours truly,” Lance said, making a big show of waving his cape around, and grinning to reveal fangs. “It's me, Pidge, Hunk, and Keith, of course. Shiro's hosting the party later, and Allura and Matt are both helping to set up. They didn't want to get in on this video beforehand. Can you believe that?” He shook his head. “The audacity. Anyway, Pidge, why don't you start? Introduce your costume!”
Pidge blinked, then picked up the sheet that was sitting next to them on the floor and dropped it unceremoniously over their head. There were cutouts for their eyes. “I'm a ghost. Boo.”
“I'm a witch,” Hunk said, after it was clear Pidge wasn't going to elaborate. “Well, wizard. Whatever you wanna call it.” He wore a dark cloak, complete with a pointed hat positioned on his head, and a broom beside him.
“Werewolf,” Keith deadpanned. His costume was nothing more than his own pair of fangs, and a large, fluffy pair of pointed ears he wore with a hairband.
“You two usually do extra cheesey couple costumes, what gives?” Pidge asked, looking between the two of them. “Werewolves and vampires are about as far from related as you can get.”
“We're actually going for Jacob and Edward,” Lance told them. “You know, from Twilight? I put on some body glitter, just for the occasion.”
“I noticed that, but I just thought you were being Lance.”
“Hey!”
“And,” Pidge continued, as if uninterrupted. “How is Jacob and Edward a couples costume? They're both in love with, like, the same girl.”
“Hmm,” Lance tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Well, our story is that the two of them realized that they were actually madly in love with each other, because Bella has no personality. And she bites her lip every five seconds.”
“I'll allow it,” Pidge smirked. “But you don't even look like them! Does Edward even wear a cape?”
“I'm wearing the cape because it looks cool as fuck,” Lance said. “But if we're going to be accurate, then I'll take off the cape. As long as Keith takes off his shirt.”
Pidge and Hunk immediately burst into laughter, and Keith's face flushed.
“Absolutely not,” he said, eying the camera. “No way.”
Lance just shrugged. “Can't blame a guy for trying.”
“Fair enough,” Pidge snorted, before turning back to Keith. “You have to get more into the costume, man! At least put on more werewolf-y clothes! Fur or... something.”
Keith rolled his eyes, seeming to have regained some of his composure. “Lance bought me a fur vest but it's... horrendous. The ears aren't bad, though.”
“The ears are adorable,” Lance declared, pulling the Ouija board out from behind him.
“Lance, you only like them because you're a furry,” Pidge said. Keith nearly spat out his drink.
Lance looked directly at the camera. “We're cutting that part out. Now! Let's stop roasting our costumes and get down to business!”
“Oh, believe me, you can just roast Matt's costume at the party to make up for it,” Pidge assured him. “Pretty sure he's going as a toilet paper mummy. Meanwhile, Shiro and Allura are going as an angel and a devil, with crazy makeup. It's ridiculous.”
“Pidge, how are you so nonchalant?!” Hunk whisper-shouted. “That's a Ouija board!”
“Yes, I can see it, Hunk. I do have glasses for a reason.”
“Oh, please,” Lance rolled his eyes. “Hunk, don't tell me you actually buy into all that junk. It's all just stupid ghost stories!”
“I can actually agree with Lance on that one,” Pidge said, nodding. “It's bullshit.”
“I don't... believe in it, but... why would we want to use something that's supposed to let us communicate with ghosts and demons? Whoever thought that'd be a good idea!?”
“Don't feel bad, Hunk,” Keith placed a hand on his shoulder. “I think it's a really bad idea, too. After all, ghosts are real.”
Lance whirled around to look at him. “What? You believe in this crap?”
Keith just met his stare. “Is it really so hard to believe that maybe people who aren't able to rest in death might disrupt the material plane?”
“Yes,” Pidge replied. “There's no scientific evidence of ghosts whatsoever, therefore they don't exist.”
Keith just shook his head. “Pidge, I thought you were on my side with this stuff!”
“Yeah, with reasonable conspiracy theories. Like with aliens, or government coverups. Not fucking dead people's spirits that float around, wreaking havoc.”
Keith crossed his arms. “Well, we'll just have to see then.”
Lance was still staring at his boyfriend in shock. “Is that why you made me ask Pidge do it at their apartment?”
“Just start already!”
“Okay, okay! Uh...” Lance looked at the board uncertainly. “How... how do we do this, exactly?”
Hunk blanched. “You don't know? What if one of us accidentally ends up possessed?!”
“Nobody's getting possessed,” Lance said hastily. “And I don't know! I thought Pidge would know!”
“Why the fuck would I know?”
“You know everything!”
“Ugh,” Pidge groaned, but pulled out their phone. “Fine. I'm looking it up now. Okay, so... man, they've got a wikihow for everything. So... the setting part we've pretty much got down. Sitting on the floor, more than one person, dim room and candles, blah blah blah. Oh, and now it's saying we've got to be polite, patient, simple, or we could be in danger.”
“Oh. Screw that.”
“Lance,” Keith hissed, looking increasingly uncomfortable. Pidge continued, undeterred.
“Now for the actual process. We've got to pick a medium, or someone to ask all the questions. Lance, I think that should be you.”
“Yeah, okay, sure,” Lance nodded. “Then what?”
“Put the planchette on the—”
“What's a planchette?”
Pidge sighed. “The triangle thingie, Lance. Put it on the G, and then we have to do an introduction. Basically tell the spirits we just want to communicate, we don't wish any harm, all that fun stuff. Don't know how that'd stop them from killing us if they were real, but I guess wikihow knows best.”
“Right, sure. Uh, spirits, we'd like to use this board to speak to you? If it's cool with you, that is. We're not trying to do anything to hurt you, so please, if you are able to, talk to us. Send us a sign.”
Keith had his face buried in his hands. “That was painful to listen to.”
“What, because you're such a master at spiritual communication?”
“Okay,” Pidge cut them off. “Now, we all put our fingers on the planchette, and Lance asks a question.” They all placed their index and middle fingers on it, and looked at the board expectantly. They moved it in a cirlce three times, then stopped it again at the G. “Here we go.”
“Um... hello. Are there any spirits with us tonight that wish to communicate?”
The planchette didn't move.
“See, what'd I tell you?” Pidge said. “Just a bunch of—” They stopped, and chill seemed to sweep through the air, making all four of them shiver. And they stared down at their hands in horror.
The planchette was moving slowly, but surely, towards the 'yes.'
“Oh, no no no. I didn't sign up for this. I wanted to play a card game. I'm out, I'm out, I'm—”
“Hunk, calm down,” Lance spoke softly. “It's gonna be fine. Just keep your hands on the triangle thingie.”
“Planchette.”
“What Pidge said. That.” It was fully resting over the 'yes' now. “Well, now we know Pidge's apartment is haunted.”
“Oh, please,” Pidge scoffed. “One of you is just moving it. Ask this 'spirit' what it's name is.”
“Be polite,” Keith reminded them at a whisper.
“Can you tell us your name? Uh, please?” Lance asked. Once again, there was a brief pause before the planchette started moving, but then it went towards the M. They all watched in stunned silence as it spelled out M-A-R-Y.
“Mary,” Lance echoed. “Okay, Mary. That's a really pretty name you got there. Do you want to talk to us?”
“Please, please, don't flirt with ghosts,” Keith pleaded.
“I flirted with you, didn't I?” Lance replied with a smirk. Keith groaned.
“What did we say about banter?” Pidge snapped, before glaring back at the board as the planchette slowly inched towards 'yes' again. “I swear. Whichever one of you is doing this could be more creative. Mary. What, like, Bloody Mary haunting my apartment? You don't say!”
Keith's eyes widened. “You mean you still don't believe that we're talking to a ghost?”
“No? Am I supposed to be wetting myself just because some stupid triangle on a board is moving around?”
“Hey! You were the one that kept telling me to call it a planchette!” Lance protested, then cleared his throat. “Right, Mary. I think you're here because you can't move on from your life. Is there anything that will help with that, ease your pain?”
Keith was shaking his head wildly, but it was too late. The planchette had moved over a bit, only to go back to where it was before. 'Yes.' “Lance! You never ask a ghost if they want your help, you can't make a deal with them! Bad spirits will try to trick you!”
“Thank you so much for telling me this now, after I've already asked!” he hissed. “Is there something you want that's keeping you from moving on? What... what is it that you want?”
It moved once again towards the letters. Y-O-U.
“You want... us? Do you want our help? Can we do something to help you?” Lance asked, and the planchette moved much faster this time, to 'No', and then spelling it out again. Y-O-U.
Lance shook his head slowly. “I... I don't understand. What do you want?”
The planchette resumed moving slowly. With each letter, Lance's hands began to shake more.
L.
A.
N.
C.
E.
“Very funny, guys,” Lance said, looking around at all of them. His voice shook. “Ha, ha. Which one of you is moving it? Or is this a combined effort?”
Hunk looked just about as freaked as Lance was. “I... this is just what I was afraid would happen! I told you guys we shouldn't do it!”
Pidge raised their arms defensively. “Don't look at me. Why would I make it seem like ghosts are real? I've been doubting this all night!”
Lance turned to Keith, who was still looking at the board, definitely seeming scared. “What, you think I did this? I'm more than a little concerned that this 'Mary' supposedly wants something from my boyfriend!”
Lance narrowed his eyes at the three of them, then stood up. “Right, well. I'm going to the bathroom. If that board's not completely out of sight by the time I get back, you three can play by yourselves—”
“Lance, you're the one that bought this thing.”
“—and I'll go help Matt, Shiro, and Allura set up for the party,” he finished, starting down the hall.
After a moment, Keith started, a thought having just occurred to him. “Wait, Lance, you can't leave! We can't put the board away until we close the connection by moving the planchette to—”
He was cut off by a scream down the hall, followed by a thud. The Ouija board was forgotten as Keith immediately stood and rushed in the direction his boyfriend had gone. Hunk and Pidge were not far behind. “Lance?”
Upon entering the hall, Keith's gaze immediately caught on the limp form of Lance, collapsed on the ground. He was lying face-up, eyes closed, seemingly unconscious. A small drip of blood ran from his nose, and a puddle was beginning to spread around his head on the floor.
“Did he pass out?!” Pidge demanded, crouching beside him with Keith.
“Should I call 911?” Hunk asked. “Do... do you think he's possessed? Is he going to be okay?!”
“Lance!? Lance, wake up! Come on, what happened, you're—” Keith broke off into a yell as Lance abruptly sat up, lunging toward them.
“RAWR!” he shouted, causing the other three to scream and stumble away from him. Lance fell back onto the ground, shaking with laughter. “Oh, man... I got you guys good.”
“But... but the blood,” Hunk pointed at the puddle on the floor, and Lance dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
“I brought fake blood with me. I'm going as a vampire, after all. Man, you should've seen the looks on your faces!”
Keith just glared at him. “Lance. I told you I believe in this stuff! You just scared the hell out of me!”
“We have to hand it to you though,” Pidge admitted. “You even had me going for a second there. I mean, I should've seen you pranking us like this coming, but it was pretty good. Especially that Ouija board bit. I didn't know you were that good of an actor.”
Lance's playful smile dropped. “Wait, what? No, the board spelling my name thing was you guys. I only did this to get back at you for freaking me out! I didn't do that.”
“Yeah, right, okay.”
“Nice try, but you're not freaking us out again, man.”
“Sure, Lance.”
“I'm serious!” he protested, looking between the three of them. “That part wasn't me! Believe me, if I'd been planning a prank like this in advance it would've been a lot better than that! I just wanted to improvise and get my revenge. Which one of you did it?”
All three of them ignored him.
Pidge put the Ouija board away, and then picked it up in the box. “Let's head to the party, since it's getting late. Lance, if you don't want this thing—”
“Hell no.”
“We can see if Matt would like it then, or just chuck it in a dumpster on the way,” Pidge said with a shrug. “Now let's go. By the time we get there my sheet will be all wrinkly.”
After the party, Lance decided that he would keep the board, in case his subscribers ever wanted him to do a video with it again. He also figured that whoever had moved the planchette was probably just never going to admit it, content in letting everyone else think Lance had done it. So, it wound up stored in the closet of the second bedroom in his and Keith's apartment, the one he'd turned into his whole video-filming-room.
With all the excitement of the party from that night to think on, not one of them remembered that they'd never closed the board by moving the planchette to 'Goodbye.'
Keith: Shiro. *tearing up* I thought we were brothers. I thought you cared about me. I thought we could get through anything together. But this, this is just cruel. How could you do this to me? Why do you hate me? How could you betray me like this? I thought we were family.
Shiro:
Shiro: Keith...Stop being dramatic and eat your vegetables like I asked you to.
I think it’s best this one doesn’t have a summary... I’m so sorry
Thanks @elsiemcclay for being a great beta, and for thinking up the title because I suck at titles! This is a shorter-than-usual one-shot before the next YT AU thing, which will probably be followed with angst.
Lance skidded to a stop, looking with terrified eyes across the dining hall towards the red paladin staring back at him.
Keith's expression was stone cold, betraying no emotion.
Lance raised his shaking hands into the air, dropping his gun on the floor. Keith already had his own weapon aimed and ready.
“K-Keith,” Lance said, trying for a smile. “Please, put the gun down. You don't have to do this. Let's just talk it out!”
“There's nothing to talk about Lance,” Keith's finger moved to the trigger. “You know I have no choice.”
“But you do!” Lance pleaded, wringing his hands. “We're a good team, remember? We should be working together! I... Keith, I love you!”
“Sorry, Lance,” Keith replied, sounding bored as he fired the gun. A splatter of red instantly coated the blue paladin's armor as he fell to the floor.
“I'm getting better at aiming this thing,” Keith mused, as he reloaded the gun. “Now where's—”
“You.”
Keith turned back around only to see Hunk standing over Lance's body. And he was furious.
“What have you done?” Hunk demanded, pointing his own rifle at Keith.
“Yes!” Lance cheered from the floor, pumping a fist into the air. “Avenge me, Hunk!”
Hunk frowned down at his friend. “Lance, you're supposed to be dead.”
“Oh, right.” He slumped back onto the floor, failing at hiding his grin.
A snort from behind Keith had all their heads turning. “You guys are such dorks,” Pidge laughed. “This is just a training drill, not a Shakespeare play.”
“Who the quiznak is Shakespeare?”
“Oh my god, Lance, do you seriously not—”
“I was making a joke!” Lance sat up fully. “And besides, this is an exercise to test our aim, and I'm the sharpshooter! Am I not supposed to take this seriously just because the rest of you suck?”
“Says the only one of us covered in paint here,” Keith observed with a smirk.
Lance glared at him, then aimed his own paintball gun up at Keith. “Fuck you,” he fired, sending a splash of blue paint directly into his chest.
“You're not allowed to do that!” Keith protested. “You're already out!”
“To hell with the rules!” Lance all but shouted. “I told you I loved you, and you /still/ shot me!”
“Lance, I already knew that,” Keith told him, rolling his eyes.
Lance scoffed. “Who are you, Han Solo?”
“A Star Wars reference?” Keith raised an eyebrow. “Really, Lance?”
“I'm just surprised you got it, mister 'I lived in the desert for months.'”
“You can't use your relationship to get out of us destroying you guys,” Pidge interrupted their bickering, planting a hand on her hip. “Keith and I fucking own this drill!”
“We agreed Altean profanities only,” Hunk scolded. “Remember the last time Allura overheard Pidge calling us bitches? She used it for weeks!”
Pidge winced. “Sorry about that, again.”
“Don't worry, Pidge, we still love you and your terrible potty-mouth,” Lance assured her, ruffling the green paladin's hair.
She shot her gun at him with a growl, sending more red paint directly into his face.
“Ow! Hey, we agreed no faces! That's breaking the rules!” Lance shouted angrily as he tried to blink paint out of his eyes.
“You already broke the rules,” Keith reminded him, aiming for Lance again. Before he could, Hunk sent a barrage of blue paint at the two shorter paladins.
They all looked at each other for a moment.
“This is war!” Pidge cried, and dove underneath the table.
Allura sighed. “Don't you think we should stop them? The kitchen is getting awfully messy.”
Shiro and the princess watched the four younger paladins on the camera feeds from the control room. The two paintball teams made for a short, friendly exercise had dissolved into all-out chaos. All of them were covered nearly head to toe in a mixture of red and blue splatters, and they showed no signs of stopping.
“Let them have their fun,” Shiro decided, eying Allura with a smile. “They're still young.”
“True, but they act so immature. We're only older by a few years, you know,” Allura reminded him, before getting that mischievous gleam in her eyes he'd only seen once or twice before. “You know, there are two more paintball guns that Coran has stashed in the armory.”
Shiro's grin was immediate. “I think maybe I should work on my aim, too. What about you, Princess?”
She nodded, already standing to lead the way. “Definitely.”
