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“…but, yeah, Keith. You very nearly came close to almost kinda beating me in a race! You’re a pretty good swimmer. I’m surprised you weren’t on the swim team.”
Keith looks at him strangely. “Lance, dude, the swim team at the fucken’ Garrison in Arizona? Sports mixed with military mixed with the South? On top of everyone being half-naked and embarrassed about it? Um, no. That’s a lot of homophobia and concentrated toxic masculinity in one spot. I would get hatecrimed immediately.” Keith tilts his head, squinting at Lance. “Weren’t you out at the Garrison, too? How did you not get hatecrimed?”
Hunk barks a loud and sudden laugh, and Lance grins. The rest of the team looks on with interest.
“Because Lance roasted them within an inch of their lives,” Hunk says, wiping a tear from his eyes. “Holy shit, I wish I’d been there.”
Pidge raises an eyebrow. “You roasted a group of teen boys so hard they gave up on being homophobic? That sounds unlikely.”
Lance rubs his hands together, smirking. “Okay, listen up, everyone. I present to you the time I was the baddest bitch I’ve ever been.”
—
As excited as Lance had been to try out and make the swim team, the only emotion he was really feeling on that first morning practice was trepidation. (Which, for the record, is an annoying-ass thing to feel at four-thirty in the fucking morning. Why did he choose swimming, again? Why couldn’t he have chosen, like, the chess club, or something? Ugh. Past Lance could meet him in the fucking ring.)
His anxiety was not helped by the fact that he was the first and currently the only person in the changeroom. He scrolled through his e-mail, double-checking the message from the coach to see if he was here at the right time.
Yep. Practice starts at four forty-five. He’s getting ready at a reasonable time, which means the rest of the team should be here, which means their continued absence is freaking him out.
He starts to get ready regardless. He supposes the rest of the team’s presence doesn’t really matter, so long as he’s on time. He bends over to untie his shoes, rolling his eyes at his own oversight. Why the fuck did he wear his Chucks to swimming practice? He could be practical instead of gay, maybe for once in his life, but noooo. Heaven forbid he look like a straight person. Just as he’s pulling off his shoe, he hears a crowd of voices, laughing and teasing.
Aw, shit. They all know each other.
Lance forces himself to continue getting ready, not to look up. Look confident and unbothered and they’ll leave you alone. Probably.
All conversations cease as the rest of the swim team enters the changeroom and sees Lance. He can feel several sets of eyes staring at him, and he just barely holds himself back from squirming.
It’s fine, it’s fine, they just don’t want to tak around you, just get your stupid Speedo on and they’ll ignore you —
“Hey, it’s Lance, right?”
Shit.
Lance deliberately finishes pulling on his swimsuit before looking up. Not only does he need to seem bored and uninterested, but he is not talking to strangers with his dick out. Not happening.
“Yeah, I’m Lance.”
He intentionally does not ask for the guy’s name. He’s not 100% on the rules among Straight American Sports Dudes™, but he’s pretty sure acting excited and overeager is a great way to get pummelled. That’s what the movies say, anyway.
“I’m James.” James gestures to the guys gathered around him, about ten guys in total, who are all staring at him seemingly unblinkingly. Jesus. Is he about to get hazed or something?
“We just wanted to let you know that we know you’re, like, into dudes or whatever —”
Lance slowly reaches behind him, clutching his phone behind his back. His no-looking texting isn’t all that great, but if these guys are about to jump him, he can probably shoot off a message to Hunk that’s incoherent enough to worry him so he can come and possibly keep Lance from getting ‘prank’ drowned in the pool.
“— and we’re cool with it,” James continues. Lance almost sighs in relief, remembering at the last minute he doesn’t want to show any weakness in front of these people. “So long as you don’t stare at us while we’re changing, or we’ll have to beat you up, ha.”
There are several scattered laughs and jeers, the rest of the team clearly agreeing with James. Lance relaxes.
Oh, they want to play this game? Lance knows how to play this game. Lance is gonna fuckin’ smoke them at this game. He’s great at this game.
He flashes a sunny smile at them, making his voice as sweet as possible, as he continues pulling on his gear. “Oh, no problem,” he assures. “I won’t be looking at you guys. I mean,” he looks them all up and down, intentionally slowly, scoffing a little. “Come on. I don’t just look at any random guy. I only look at guys who are, like, at least a four. None of you need to worry. No one’s looking at you guys, ha.”
He barely holds back a smirk at the stunned silence, pulling his shirt over his chest.
“I have a girlfriend,” one guy protests. He’s taller than the others, standing right next to James.
Oooh, someone’s ego was just hit.
“We all do,” someone else confirms.
“And I admire their hustle!” Lance exclaims, doing his best to look reassuring. He is going to grind these shitheads down to nothing. “It’s definitely nice to know that you always look better in photographs. But personally, I’d only date an ugly guy if he was worth at least fifteen million dollars. I would never date someone as unfortunate-looking and broke as you guys, I don’t want to sink that low. You get it, I’m sure.”
He pulls on his swim cap and goggles, checking his watch. Four forty-two, perfect.
“Anyways, practice is about to start, so I’m gonna bounce,” he says, memorizing the identical looks of despair on each one of their faces. He wiggles his fingers over his shoulder, smirking at them. “See ya in there!”
Adam notices Shiro seems preoccupied with his upcoming Kerberos mission and decides to do something to help him relax.
I love having Pidge and Chip as twins for VLD. And after going to bed last night, it came to my mind that I should draw them for pre-Kerberos and dressed in purple. And it’s cute!
I will admit, I wasn’t pleased with my choice of background. But I sat there for over an hour trying to figure out what to do for a background. But I didn’t want to sit around much longer, so I went with that. Oh well.
Anyway! I hope you enjoy these two! Until next time!
“I will miss you.”
Sheith Angst Week 2019 - Day 6: Pre-Kerberos // Unrequited
A Rip in Time Chapter Three
Here’s chapter three! I got tired of writing (future) Matt every time he did something so pre-kerberos Matt is not included in this chapter. Link to post with link to the work on ao3 is in my pinned post/master post.
Matt Holt knew they didn’t believe him. Not all of them, not on everything. Honestly, he couldn’t blame them - it’s all a little crazy, even to him. He wouldn’t have believed himself if he had been himself before he’d been kidnapped and eventually traveled back in time. All of which brings him to the other problem - his head is killing him. He’s not sure if there’s some sort of time-sickness occurring, or if it’s all this thinking about himself in several different time periods, or what, but he’s in dire need of an ibuprofen, and it doesn’t seem like anyone has one to spare.
Preparations began properly… yesterday? He’s pretty sure it was yesterday. Like he said, his head is having trouble, what with the...time difference and all. Anyway, preparations began recently, but things are going slowly. The people who don’t believe him, even though they’re keeping quiet, are causing trouble - if people aren’t willing to help, they’re not going to, and they’ll certainly try to get others to not help either.
“So far, we’ve put everyone on high alert, armed them with knives and the knowledge that guns won’t save them, set up patrols, and had the pilots be ready to fly, also with the knowledge that the onboard weapons won’t save them, sir.”
“All right,” said Iverson, turning away from the lower-ranking officer reporting to him to look at Matt. “What else can we do?”
Matt shook his head. “Not much. We don’t have the time - or the resources - to build weapons capable of breaching Galra defenses. Basically, just get everyone ready to fight.”
Iverson’s eyes narrowed, his face scrunching as he scrutinized Matt. “We’ve already done that. What can we do that we haven’t already done?”
“Nothing I can think of.” Matt turned around, body facing the fence they were standing by, and looked up at the clear sky. “Actually,” he said as Iverson was preparing to walk away angrily. “We can hope and pray that Voltron shows up in time. Otherwise, we won’t last long.”
Iverson sighed. Two days ago was supposed to have been the launch marking the pinnacle of human achievement - having a future version of one of the crew members show up and inform them that they weren’t as ahead as they thought they were was disarming, to say the least.
Matt turned back to the sky and said, “Commander?”
“Yes, Holt?”
Matt grinned like an imp. “Shiro found it dis-arming as well.”
“Wait, you said that like it was a pun. Why did you say that like it was a pun?” Matt turned around to see Shiro, with a full head of dark hair and no scar walking up, Adam walking next to him. This didn’t quite fit the events Matt remembered - he was certain Adam had broken up with Shiro. Huh. Maybe the extra time given to them after he appeared was helping them heal their relationship - helping them understand each other and each other’s reasons for doing certain things better.
Matt glanced at the three people staring at him expectantly and nearly peed a little. This was not going to be fun to explain.
Fortunately for him, he didn’t have to. Unfortunately for him and literally everyone else, it was because the Galra had arrived.
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“Sir, your orders?” Shiro and Adam had headed off to who knows where the minute the ships appeared in the sky and had been replaced by a random lady in a gray uniform.
Iverson was too busy gaping at the fleet of Galra - he assumed they were Galra, anyway; he’d never seen any before - cruisers that had just appeared out of nowhere to respond, so Matt said, “Tell the pilots to get ready, and make sure everyone can see what’s going on.”
The lady blinked. “You want me to livestream an alien invasion?”
Matt nodded excessively. “Yes, that. And make sure not to fire on them, that won’t do anything besides make them angry.”
The lady glanced at Commander Iverson, nodded, turned on her heel, and headed inside the building - presumably to set up a live stream.
Iverson was still staring at the cruisers when he waved to unseen people. Matt started to walk up next to him when two pairs of hands grabbed him from behind. “What-” Matt paused, then started again, “I’m sorry, watt is going on?
“Look, kid.” Iverson finally turned around. “It’s nothing personal, but you’re under arrest for hindering government activities and interfering illegally on private property. You’ve convinced the entire Galaxy Garrison that there’s some mechanical hope for them to survive this, and you haven’t given them any way to defend themselves.”
“But- there isn’t one! There was only the time and the resources to do what we already have, and like I said, if you fire on them, you’re going to provoke them.”
Iverson shook his head. “We’ve got this from here.” He jerked his head at one of the people holding him back. “Take him to a cell. And make sure to put a screen displaying the livestream in his line of sight. Wouldn’t want anyone to be clued out.”
Matt let the guards drag him several feet towards the building before he decided to remind everyone that he’s not as weak as he was when he left for Kerberos. He jabbed his elbow into one guard’s solar plexus and kneed the other in the crotch, instinctively wincing in sympathy.
“Wha-” The next guard didn’t even have time to get a single word out before Matt knocked him down too.
“Oh, man,” Matt panted. “This is a lot harder in Earth gravity.” Unfolding from his crouched position, Matt sprinted over to the main building of the Garrison Complex where a crowd of people had gathered; his original plan had been to talk to Iverson and get him to see reason, but he was nowhere to be found - besides, something about the last time Matt had seen Iverson was bugging him, but he wasn’t sure what. Not yet, anyway.
“Everyone, get down!” he yelled, still heading for the crowd as a small Galra fighter plane opened fire. Not many people listened to him, but there were approximately two good reasons for that.
1. People were too busy running from the Galra fighter plane (wings not included, apparently) that was heading straight for the crowd.
2. Apparently a crashing jet makes a lot of noise on the way down.
It didn’t matter anyway; most people didn’t need to be told to get out of the way. Unfortunately, some did - Commander Iverson included. For whatever reason, he was standing directly in the falling ship’s path as dozens of other people ran away.
On the other hand, Matt Holt wasn’t exactly running away either. Iverson - annoying as he was - wasn’t about to die if there was something he could do about it. So he gave a final burst of concentrated effort, tripped, fell onto Iverson, knocked him down, and proceeded to roll away - dragging Iverson with him - like a five year-old on a grass hill in the summer.
They didn’t get very far. Rolling on flat concrete when one person is dead weight - for whatever reason - isn’t easy. And the plane is still coming, falling faster as gravity continues to pull.
It’s close enough to read the identification number on the side, now, and Iverson still isn’t moving. There’s nowhere for Matt to go - he wouldn’t be able to outrun the ship at this point - and Matt isn’t leaving Iverson behind.
He closes his eyes, unable to watch the ship continue to fall - not much farther now - and he lies there, on cold cement with an unmoving but still breathing Iverson next to him.
He’s still lying there when the sound of scraping metal and a small explosion sound.
And he’s still lying there two minutes later, when people have started to gather nearby to gawk.
And he’s still there three minutes after that, when he realized he isn’t dead.
And when he opened his eyes, he smiled; he knows what all the people are gawking at.
Landed on a large open space on Garrison property, the remains of a Galra fighter in its paws, was a giant green lion.
And inside was his sister.
Whumptober prompt 5 & 6. Gun point & dragged away
Rating: T (to be safe)
Tw: none I guess. A child gets slapped but that's it.
Shiro & Keith, Keith & Adam, Shiro/Adam.
This is one of my personal favourites. Please leave a comment :D
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“I’m telling you Shiro! It’s a shortcut!”
The ten year boy pulled on his hand, leading them into the alleyway.
Shiro raised an eyebrow
“How do you even know about this ‘shortcut’?”
Keith let go of his hand when it was obvious that Shiro wasn’t going to budge, and huffed while rolling his eyes. He pointed towards the narrow path between two houses to their right
“that leads to the school’s back door, and this one” he pointed to the alleyway he wanted to go through “goes to the town’s center. Now come on!”
He started walking rapidly, entering the alleyway
“Wait up!”
Shiro walked behind him as Keith happily lead the way.
Then they guy jumped from behind the dumpster.
In different circumstances, Shiro would have been impressed by Keith’s reflexes.
He was jumping away from the guy, his lips curling in a snarl, body tense as if ready to fight in less than two seconds.
He ran forward, but stopped when he saw the guy point a gun at Keith.
“You take one more step, the brat gets it”
The man sounded southern, the voice muffled by the bandana he was wearing around his mouth. He swayed very gently on the spot, as if he were drunk or high.
Keith had gone pale, frozen in one place as he alternated from looking at the gun to looking at Shiro.
The guy grabbed Keith by the shoulder roughly, and dragged him to the wall, pinning him there, making him stand on his tiptoes as he gripped his shoulder.
Keith didn’t make a sound, but his eyes spoke volumes as he wiggled.
“Tell the kid to stop or I’ll paint the wall with his brains”
“Keith!” he barked. Keith froze “don’t move”
“The bag” the man snarled at Shiro “Now.”
Shiro swallowed thickly. He had important documents in his bag, documents about Kerberos
“We can make a deal” he told the man “I have money on my bag. I’ll reach down and grab it. Just let the kid go”
The man laughed “nice try. The bag”
He pointed at Shiro with the gun “I’m not asking again”
Shiro couldn’t breathe. He was so close. Just three meters away from Keith, but he couldn’t do anything.
Then Keith, to Shiro’s horror, bit the hand pinning him to the wall, hard. Hard enough to draw blood.
The man cursed and let him go, but the victory was short lived, since the man turned to Keith and slapped him hard enough to knock him down
“Little bastard” he spit.
The moment the thug had let Keith go, Shiro sprung forward. He was too late to avoid the slap that made Keith fall to the ground, but as the man said the insult, he grabbed his shoulder and made him turn around.
Without waiting for the thug to react, he pulled his arm back and punched him across the jaw as hard as he could.
The thug spun once before falling on the ground.
Shiro stood there, breathing hard through his mouth as he looked for the gun the thug had dropped.
There.
He scooped it up from the floor, discharged it, letting the unused bullets fall to the ground, and threw it as far as he could.
He then nudged the unconscious man with his foot, but he didn’t stir.
His hand throbbed, but he didn’t care.
All he cared about, was the little boy sitting on the floor, hunched over with his arms covering his head. He was shaking like a leaf.
“Hey”
No response
“Keith? Buddy?”
When he didn’t respond, he placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Keith flinched, but didn’t back away.
“C’mon bud, I want to see you”
Keith slowly lifted his head, still trembling. His eyes were red but dry, and his cheek was red, but otherwise seemed okay. Physically, at least
“Oh kiddo” his voice didn’t break, which he was thankful for, but he felt a lump form in his throat.
Keith raised his arms slightly, but quickly put them down, embarrassed.
Shiro didn’t waste time and scooped the child up, hugging him close.
Keith in return wrapped his legs around his waist, his arms almost constricting around his neck as he buried his head on his shoulder.
They were both shaking now.
With one arm Shiro rubbed circles on Keith’s back while the other one supported him underneath his legs.
A few moments later, Shiro realized he should’ve probably call the police.
So he did. It took him longer than expected to dial the number, since his hands were shaking too, but he managed.
The call didn’t last long, and the policewoman promised him they would be there shortly.
Next, he called Adam
“Takashi?”
Shiro’s entire body sagged with relief
“Hey”
“Everything okay?” Adam said as Shiro asked
“Can you come pick us up?”
“We got mugged” before Adam could get a word in, he said “but we’re fine. The police are on their way”
“Is Keith okay?”
He hesitated, feeling the way Keith was still trembling in his hold, doing his baby koala impersonation
“He’ll be fine. He’s in shock, I think”
“I’m coming”
Shiro sighed in relief “thank you”
“Takashi?”
“Yes?”
“How are you?”
He smiled, trying not to feel like a liar when he said
“I’m okay, Adam. I’ll see you soon”
“Alright… love you”
“Love you too”
He hung up and pocketed his phone. He sighed again, rubbing Keith’s back absentmindedly.
“Keith?”
He tried to push Keith away to see his face, but Keith’s arms tightened around his neck.
“They’re coming” Keith muttered.
Before Shiro could as who was coming, a police car appeared around the corner.
The thug was stirring, but before he was even fully conscious, one of the two policemen had cuffed his wrists.
The other one approached Shiro.
“Sir, I’m going to need you to tell me exactly what happened”
The part of Keith’s face that hadn’t been pressing into his shoulder retreated the moment the man had started talking, as if scared by the new voice.
The policeman noticed and frowned
“Are you both alright?”
“We’re fine officer. I think he’s in shock”
The policeman nodded, his eyes softer as he observed the child in Shiro’s arms.
“Is he your brother?”
Shiro hesitated.
“Yeah”
“I recommend getting him home and taking it easy for the rest of the day. Make him feel safe”
Shiro smiled at the man
“Will do, officer”
While the officers manhandled the man into the police cruiser, Adam arrived.
His boyfriend’s whole body sagged with relief when he saw the two of them, and Shiro smiled tiredly at him.
“Hey”
Adam kissed his lips and then his forehead, needing to stand on his tiptoes in order to do so.
“You guys alright?”
Shiro looked at Keith’s mop of black hair and then at Adam in quiet desperation.
Adam looked at Keith.
“Hey, Keith” Adam’s hand landed on Keith’s hair, petting it softly “can I see you?”
Keith moved his head to one side, looking at Adam with big indigo eyes.
“Hey” Keith whispered, his voice smaller than Shiro had ever heard it. Adam smiled softly
“Hey kiddo” the gentle tone made both Shiro and Keith relax slightly, which made Adam smirk at Shiro for a second before his eyes fell on Keith again.
“We’re going home, alright? We’ll watch one of those star thing movies you like so much, and we’ll make popcorn”
“Star Trek?” Keith’s voice was slightly hopeful now
“That’s the one”
Keith smiled shyly at Adam, which made the man melt slightly.
And then Keith was struggling to be let down, and Shiro let him, even though it made his chest feel cold.
Keith stumbled for a moment before finding his footing. He quickly grabbed Adam’s hand, falling into step with the couple. Shiro couldn’t help but notice Keith had positioned himself as far as possible from him. In fact, he didn’t even look at Shiro, even ducking his head when he caught his eye accidentally.
They drove home in silence, the radio playing a soft tune.
When Adam parked, the couple stepped out of the car. Keith didn’t move from his seat in the back.
“Give me a minute with him” Shiro said. Adam nodded and walked over to the front door.
Shiro opened the door that led to the back of the car.
Keith didn’t look up from his lap, where his hands were clenched tight.
“Keith”
He didn’t look up, hunching over even more. Shiro had a feeling why he was acting this way
“Keith, buddy. I wasn’t angry with you. I never was”
There was a moment of silence.
“You yelled” Bingo. It was half an accusation, half a explanation. His voice was hoarse and small “Figured it was my fault”
“Of course it wasn’t your fault bud” he dared to pass an arm around the boy’s shoulders. He was relieved when Keith leaned into his side.
“I was the one who led you into that alley” He sounded close to tears and he sniffed miserably.
“Come here”
Keith didn’t need to be told twice. He crawled into Shiro’s lap, and Shiro wrapped his arms around him, feeling his T-shirt becoming damp where Keith’s face was pressed into it.
“It wasn’t your fault, bud”
He promised, rocking back and forward slightly while Keith sobbed quietly
“I’ll never be mad for something like this, alright?”
Keith nodded into his chest.
“But” Keith tensed slightly again “you have to promise me, Keith, that you will never do that again. You were lucky that the man didn’t hurt you badly. Please, just let me handle these kind of things”
His heart had never hammered so fast as when Keith had bit the man. It could have gone so wrong.
Shiro knew he was going to see that scene in his nightmares.
Keith looked up, looking confused
“But you had important stuff in that bag. I couldn’t let him get it”
Shiro grabbed Keith’s shoulders so that he was staring right into his eyes.
“Keith, listen very carefully at what I’m going to tell you. You are more important than any document or file. Understand? They’re things, you’re a person. There’s no comparison”
Keith’s flushed face stared at Shiro. He nodded, before resting his head against Shiro’s chest again, letting out a tired little sigh as he did.
Shiro smiled
“You tired bud?”
Keith hummed “a little”
“Alright c’mon, Adam’s waiting for us”
He got out of the car, Keith still in his arms and walked towards the building’s entrance.
“I can walk, Shiro”
Oh yeah, Keith was back to normal.
“Nah. I like carrying you around”
“Let go!”
Shiro flipped him on his shoulder, holding him upside down.
“Nooooo! Shirooooo”
Keith’s shirt lifted due to gravity being a thing and left Keith’s bony chest exposed.
Shiro was weak to the temptation.
A moment later Keith’s shrieks filled the air, laughing at Shiro’s tickling.
“Stop!”
He continued the treatment until they reached their flat.
Adam stood in the living room, as small smile playing on his lips.
“Adam!” Keith shouted, still being attacked by Shiro’s fingers. He stretched out his arms “help me!”
He was being cradled in Shiro’s arms, wriggling as he tried to get away from the merciless tickling.
Adam walked up to the pair and plucked Keith from Shiro’s arm, letting the boy down. Keith ran and hid behind Adam’s legs.
“Let the kid have a break Shiro” he drawled “he’s had a tough morning”
“Yeah” Keith agreed with all the seriousness he could, which wasn’t much since he was still smiling and giggling from the post-tickling sensation.
Shiro hung his head dramatically.
But before Adam could walk away, he grabbed him around the waist and slung him over his shoulder
“Takashi Shirogane!”
Keith was laughing, right until Shiro scooped him up too and slung him over his other shoulder.
Protests filled the room along with Shiro’s booming laugh.
He stumbled over the couch and flopped down, effectively trapping his hostages underneath him
“You’re squishing me!” Keith protested, hitting Shiro’s shoulder with his free arm.
“Takashi…”
Shiro pouted “I just want to cuddle with my favorite people”
“How about we do that by watching a movie?”
“Star Trek!”
“The king has spoken”
So five minutes later, they were sitting on the couch, Keith cuddling into Shiro’s side, his eyes on the tv, while he ate popcorn from the bowl on Shiro’s lap.
On Shiro’s other side Adam sat with his head resting on Shiro’s shoulder.
Shiro turned his head and kissed his fiancé’s temple.
“You okay?” Adam asked
Shiro smiled, grabbing Adam’s hand.
“Yeah”
And he meant it this time
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“You guys are so gross”
Shiro week has begun! Read the first prompt here!
(lowkey inspired by the comic by @chibibi-chan)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22868533