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Quichetober

@kuichequlgate here’s another fluff piece for you! I have to start doing research for the next one so I didn’t get a chance to beta it. I think it’s more stream of conciousness than yesterday if you can believe it XD. 

Day seven: Exhaustion-Shrio/Lance

Atlas was a beautiful piece of machinery that Shiro felt honored to be captain over. But in all honesty, he left the bridge with more headaches than anything else more and more.

Allura had come to him about a week ago about the power source for the mecha they had fought at their final fight against Sendak. Haggar was the final part of the empire that needed to be neuterlize and the whole crew had been going through the final preparations for intergalactic launch. Yet another milestone for humanity, one that Shiro was proud to be a part of.

But the ship had been going through physical changes to prep for the launch and for deep space travel. As much as the whole staff loved listening to Sam and Slav going on and on about how impressive the ship was and how incredible it was that it was capable of rapid adaptation with no seeable man power. But the whole process was draining on Shiro. He was practised in hiding his discomfort after his illness had gotten worse, so most of the crew hadn’t noticed his exhaustion. Lance had though.

Lance had spent the last week doing everything in his power to ease Shiro’s life. He had woken up early and brought Shiro food before going back to bed for a few more hours. Some mornings, Shiro had just stripped his uniform off and fallen into bed so Lance would take the ten minutes to workout the wrinkles and to hang it up in their shared closet. Last night Shiro managed to get away from the bridge on time and was planning on spending the night with Lance. Instead of taking up his offer of dinner in bed and a cuddle/movie session, Lance convinced him to roll over and spent the rest of the night humming to him and rubbing his back muscles into submission. Shiro fell asleep in that position and had woken up in a puddle of drool and poofy bangs.

There was going to be a full twenty-four hours of downtime before they launched on Tuesday afternoon. So Shiro was going to enjoy the time with Lance for the first time all week. And he wasn’t going to let the sharpshooter distract him with more relaxation plans this time.

He felt the ship laugh. A deep mechanical rumble that sounded like new piping. It was a very expressive ship and it had no problem with telling Shiro when it thought he was wrong. This apparently was one of those moments which made him wonder what exactly his younger lover had planned so thoroughly that even the ship was convinced that he would fall into temptation. It was suddenly eerily quiet in his head, as if the ship was trying to keep a secret now. Which made Shiro more suspicious. The ship was getting annoyed with how paranoid it’s captain was.

Shiro pressed his ear to his door once he got there. Whatever Lance was planning, it wasn’t a loud activity. Which, honestly, he felt silly for considering, now that Shiro fully understood that he was listening into his soundproof room. Clearly his throat with nobody around, Shrio opened the door, least he do more to potentially embarrass him.

The room looked the same as it had that morning. Lance was reading in bed with the projector remote next to him. “Hey babe, long day?”

“Yeah, but I have enough energy to spend some much needed quality time with you.” Shiro said. The door closed and he started to change out of his uniform. Lance didn’t peak up from his book, something about returning to earth curbed a lot of old hormonal habits from the beginning of their relationship. Then he crawled to Lance and kissed his neck trying to distract him.

“Whatcha readin’?” he whispered.

“The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.”

“Really?”

“It’s funnier now that we’ve been.” Lance shrugged.

“Hm,” Shiro continued his way down Lance’s neck, but paused at the shoulder to yawn. He tried to rub the sleep from his eyes, but his boyfriend put the book down and pulled Shiro to his chest. He petted his hair and began to hum. Shrio fought the exhaustion and tried to get Lance’s mind on other things. “We’ll have lots of time for that tomorrow babe,” Lance soothed, “the ship and the crew have taken a lot out of you, get some sleep, yeah?”

“But we haven’t seen each other at all this week.” Shiro felt like a child whining for his favorite treat. Lance did qualify as a treat and knew it, nonetheless, he started scratching Shiro’s head as a low blow.

“Tomorrow. I promise. But you need to sleep alright?”

“Fine.” Shiro yawned again and snuggled the two of them under the comforters. He buried his face into Lance’s chest. It had gotten more muscle since they started the war, but it still had a delightful softness that Shiro loved using as a pillow. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

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Quichetober

@kuichequlgate here’s the percy/annabeth one! I’m running late for work so I wasn’t able to read through it again so I hope it’s consistent XD\

Day six: Drool-Percy/Annabeth

“Ladies!” Annabeth called attention from the small crowd of fresh campers that she and Percy were, “Your center of gravity is lower then a man's. Your fighting stances are, in general, going to be lower and use your hips for optimal strength.”

Percy nodded, holding fight position. They’ve been practising this set of moves for a while, something of a tutorial for new campers to see what they’ll learn with practise at camp half-blood. Charon had asked them to do the demonstration because of their real world experience to engage the kids with stories of their victories, and while the starting moves don’t need much attention anymore, the more complex ones required a lot of practising to avoid either of them getting hurt. They only had about a week of practise for the set though, having been asked on short notice.

“Percy.” she whispered, hinting.

They’d been up all night going over some of the last moves in their set, the oral part of their presentation slipping a bit. Apparently, adrenaline to keep focus didn’t really kick in these days unless he was in deadly danger. Annabeth had made fun of him for it the other day when a dog got out of its owner’s hand in favor of a pigeon and he went to catch it before it got too far.

Let the record show that he got the dog, he just nearly face planted the pavement before his balance kicked in.

“The biggest key to every move you make is precision and understanding of your strengths and weaknesses?” he guessed.

“That was the last thing but it works I guess.” Annabeth rolled her eyes fondly. She swung her leg high, aiming for just above Percy’s head like they had practise. All things gone well, Percy would have ducked and lunged for her other leg. Then Annabeth would bring her leg down to pin Percy to the ground and proceed to a standard choke hold. Pointing out the need for quick thinking to adapt to multiple attacks and leaving yourself opened, while Percy enjoyed a brief reprieve with his wife on top of him.

Evidently, Percy was more exhausted then the couple thought he was. Because instead of ducking, he tried to block her foot with his hand. Not even in a cool make it stop kind of way, but in a almost playful ‘no stop it’ which meant he hit his head with his arm and fell to the ground hard.

“Percy!” Annabeth said. There were older campers on standby in case something like this happened so it wasn’t that worrisome. Just the way that it happened threw her off.

Immediately the on standbys surrounded Percy and began first aid before they started to giggle quietly.

“What’s so funny?” Annabeth asked pushing her way through so she could apologize. Percy was on the ground, knocked out cold and snoring softly. A thin line of drool leaking from his mouth. “Everything else is fine?” she asked sighing fondly.

“Seems like it, should still go to the infirmary though.” the camper said.

“Alright,” Annabeth said. She bent down and picked her unconscious fiance via the fireman carry, “let’s go seaweed brain.”

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Quichetober!

I almost didn’t make it on time cause I spent the night with my roommates for the first time in like a month XD. BUT I AM TWO FOR TWO!!

@kuichequlgate here’s day two. I still haven’t thought of a couple for three XD

Day tow: Tranquil-Peridot/Amethyst

Sans the sudden Diamond invasion, life on Earth post intergalactic gem war was far more peaceful than Peridot had originally anticipated. Garnet was helping her practise her metal powers while Pearl and Steven helped her improve her hand to hand for when they come across more gem shatters. Lapis had moved back into the barn but Peridot was finding herself there less and less these days.

Granted, her and Amethyst didn’t spend much time in her room in the temple either. They spent most of their time going through Beach City (there were a lot of nights at Vidalia’s house) and looking up at the stars telling stories of their younger years.

Many of these conversations where held by Amethyst, admittedly. Most of Peridots young years had been spent memorizing codes, procedures, and keeping up to date on technology’s advancement to avoid getting shattered. The funnest thing that happened was when on of her fellow gems accidentally poofed themselves by electrocution after wiring a communication hub’s screen wrong. Peridot was used to being told everything and told to remember for the sake of her own life, it was stressful looking back. Spending time with Amethyst though, listening to how she and the gang defeated and bubbled gem shards, how Rose and Greg would get a frozen concoction called ‘iced cream’ even though two of them had no real need to eat, or stories of Steven growing up and becoming the half gem is was today, was enjoyable. Peridot had no idea being alive could be so nice.   

“It’s fine that you don’t have any good stories growing up.” Amethyst told her once. They were eating the ‘iced cream’ and watching the sun go down at the end of the boardwalk.

“I guess, it makes for boring conversation though.” Peridot shrugged. Her treat melting in her hand, she didn’t really care for the texture.

“Fair, buuut,” Amethyst smiled at her, “you get to make cool new memories now!”

“Yeah,” Peridot smiled back. “I guess you’re right!”

“Wanna go beat some dude’s high score in the arcade?”

“Yeah!” Peridot jumped up, “What's an arcade?!”

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Quichetober

@kuichequlgate 

Day Twenty-two:Expensive-Allura/Lance

Lance had been over the moon when Allura had said yes to a date with him. Despite being a very successful fashion designer and having the confidence to define his corner of the fashion world, he had been petrified at the idea of asking his high school crush out. Which wasn’t giving him a lot of credit, or Allura for that matter. She had inherited her father’s architecture company, Altea’s Arches, and had improved the company by leaps and bounds, doubling their profits and improving the employee benefits. It was a daunting task that he only attempted after the best show of his career, so far.

Now the question he faced was how to convince a multi-million mistress that he’s worth her time. He had turned to his small bunch of friends that he used to play dnd with (one of which was Allura so he didn’t have to catch anybody up thank god!) Hunk had suggested something sweet and simple like a home cook meal, “She probably hasn’t had one of those since her dad died.”

Keith had refused to comment (but mostly because Lance had asked when he was half way under a Chevy engine block trying to rebuild it) Pidge reminded him that she had an affinity for sparkly things and he was a fashion designer with a little black book of good contacts at his disposal. Shiro hadn’t been on a date since high school, lucky bastard also got a guy who didn’t really get traditional social clues. Or else he would have cut his mullet any of the times Lance had mentioned how badly it needed to  be cut. So Lance was up creek but he had a paddle.

A small one but he’s learned to take what he can get.

The culmination of the advice he was given was a dinner at Sal’s, a very posh restaurant that had a month long wait list. But Hunk had helped the owner revamp his menu a few years back and was always ready to hold a private table for him.And a shopping spree at a private boutique that held the next season’s top looks before they even hit the public runway. There was something bubbling in Lance each time he brought his wallet out without looking at the price. A form of excitement that he hadn’t experienced before a few years ago. But he had known Allura for a while, even if they had separated a bit after graduation, he had helped her through enough breakups to be familiar with her “I’m fine” smile. And she was using it quite a lot.

“I had a lovely time tonight.” She said at the end, smile in tow.

“We’re not quite done, Princess.” Lance winked. The nickname from high school seemed to bring a little more realness to her smile, but it still was not convinced that this was a good idea for the night. Lance was taking a gamble that Hunk may have been more right than he had given him credit for and took Allura to where he does his best thinking.

To say that Allura was surprised when they got to the beach was an understatement.

“Isn’t it a little late for a swim?” She asked a little hesitantly, “I didn’t even bring my swimsuit.

“We’re not swimming.” Lance assured her, “I figured we didn’t really get a chance to actually catch up tonight between all the paparazzi hiding behind bushes and shit. Figured we could just talk for a bit.” he gave her a little time to refuse before offering the blanket he kept in his trunk for just occasions.

The beach talk may have been what saved the date, and earned Lance a second one with a promise to have more of a personal night than a flash of success.

It also got him Allura’s real smile. He hadn’t seen it since she graduated and seeing it again made him realize how priceless it really was.

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Quichetober

@kuichequlgate I’m done pretending that I have control of my motivation. Here’s the next day. We’ll see how far I get tonight XD

Day sixteen: Angles-Peridot/Pearl

Peridot had been in awe when Pearl finally trusted her with taking her in her arena in the temple. She had been practicing her metal morphing on the beach with Steven, Lapis and Pumpkin cheering for her, and she’s gotten quiet good if you ask her, but Pearl had suggested honing her skills to be more battle centric.

“Keep your eyes up and stay on your toes.” she had said at the beginning, “You don’t want to get knocked out from behind.”

That was also a dozen knock downs ago.

“Keep it up! You’ll get it soon!”

“Can we take a break?”

“Oh!” Pearl blushed, “Of course, sorry I forget how exhausting basic drills are when you’re not used to them.”

“It’s not so bad.” Peridot huffed out. “I could keep going.”

“Oh! Wonderful!”

“But let's take a break anyway!” she rushed out. F

The coliseum like training ground was full of round pillars that were rubbled down to unique angles that felt like stories. Peridot had wanted to ask since she walked in what had happened that would cause such decay. Especially since Pearl came off as a perfectionist, with such rounded edges that held no imperfection. So why would she let her training room be so damaged.

“You ready?” Pearl asked, extending her hand.

“Yeah...sure.” Peridot sighed.

Since coming to Earth and joining the Crystal Gems, Peridot had noticed many differences in their individual behaviors but Pearl seemed the closest to her original purpose with how she kept tabs on everyone in the temple. The only real part of her that was out of place was the fact that she fought regularly. But now that Peridot is working side by side with her, she’s seeing more and more of Pearl and everything that’s changed about her since Homeworld.

Each of her new angles had a story too. Maybe one day she’ll share them.

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Quichetober

I think this is the longest I’ve been able to keep a streak without writing ahead. I’m actually really happy with this particular piece too! @kuichequlgate here is day four!

Day four: Spell-Luna/Ginny

“The Room of Requirement truly is an amazing piece of magic.” Luna stated. Her protronous floating quietly beside her.  Ginny was across from her with her protronous out as well, still shaky and flickering. “Describe the memory you’re using.  Maybe it’s not strong enough?”

“It’s a breakfast with my family. Everybody is cracking jokes and laughing around the table. Mum’s needed to save the egg plate from falling about three times now. Dad’s reading the paper and Percy is trying to listen. We’re all young. Everybody is at home and every room in the house is full at night.”

“Hm…” Luna seemed almost unfocused. “Have you tried thinking of a different memory?”

“I can’t think of a happier time.” Ginny said frustrated.  

“Or is that what everyone is telling you is a happy memory?” Luna asked.

“Are you  implying that I’m not happy at home?” the redheaded Weasley asked, standing up in a huff.

“No,” Luna laid down and watched her hare bounce over her head back and forth at the whim of her wand. “I’m asking if it’s really the happiest you’ve ever been?”

“Well what’s your memory? How is your patronus so strong?”

“At the edge of the woods, just out of sight of the castle, Professor Hagrid showed me a clearing with just a speck of sunlight. I go there sometimes to talk to the trees.” she sat up to smile at Ginny, “They’re very good listeners.” she laid back down. “There was one day I went to lunch and as I spoke there was a warmth that I haven’t felt since mum and I would have our chats. I haven’t felt that warmth since. But it reminds me that there is still a piece of her around in the world. And that I can take it and plant it where I need her to be.”

Ginny waited in silence. Luna was not one to be comforted over things of the past, she’s known that for a while.

“I love my dad, and we have fun together. But that doesn’t make him the happiest. Neither do the memories I have of my mum while she was alive. But that doesn’t take away the value of those memories inherently. But new context to those memories have tainted some, making them hard to use for such a happy spell.”

“I see.” Ginny said.

“So try to think of a time that doesn’t have any negative connotations. One that doesn’t leave you daydreaming and wind up somewhere somber or nostalgic. Just a memory that leaves you in a moment but leaves behind the wonderful happiness you’ve been searching for.”

“I guess that kitchen table was kind of crowded,” Ginny mused, “and I have missed Charlie and Bill a lot since they’ve left…”

“Just sit and think for a minute.” Luna hummed, “Sit and think.”

Ginny went to lay down with her head next to Luna’s, watching as the hare jumped further to clear both of their heads and widen it’s circle to include their ankles. A lot of her memories seemed to be tainted by nostalgia or pressure. Every spell she casted or class she passed seem to remind teachers of praise and astonishment of earlier siblings. Her mum and dad did their best to make her individual but even as the only daughter in the house, it was easy to get lost in the small red sea. Even most of her fellow students had started their relationship as her being another Weasley, a family name that had apparently been passed down class to class.

She didn’t have a problem being Ginny around Luna though. Luna didn’t seem to care that her family was big and poor for a pure blooded family. Only that Ginny listened to her when she told stories of impossible creatures, a kindness she’s often returned in their budding friendship. Luna was with Ginny because she was Ginny, not because of some family obligation or house duty.

Besides maybe Neville, Luna was one of the only people who liked Ginny for Ginny and for everything that made her Ginny.

A large bright light filled the room and the two sat up to see the large horse that had been flickering in and out of existence glow brightly as it’s trot seemed to speed up. “I did it!” Ginny whispered like it would break the spell.

“You certainly did.” Luna rested her head on Ginny’s shoulder, smiling as brightly as the horse at Ginny’s achievement.

Ginny giggled a little bit and looked at the Lovegood on her shoulder, frozen for a second at the pride in her silver eyes. “Luna?”

“Hm?”

Ginny hesitantly leaned in and kissed her forehead, “Thank you.”

Unfazed, Luna gave her a peck on the cheek. “Anytime.”

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Quichetober

@kuichequlgate firstly, whenever I do and @ sign, you’re the first one that pops up XD. Here’s the third one for you, kind of rushed cause I have to go into work tonight and I forgot that DnD is tonight as well. But it means that it’s early~~!

Day three: Roasted-Yuri/Viktor

The kitchen was filled with the deep rich scent of roasting pork, it was going to be the last home cooked meal the couple was going to share until Yuri got another gold medal. Yuri and Viktor had decided that they were going to start with next season’s training in the morning. They had kept up on the general day to day exercise to avoid the weight gain that Yuri was bound to get if he was allowed to slack off and indulge on his favorite foods. It was one of the many compromise the engaged couple had come to make over their time together in Russia. Another was that there was an extra blanket within Yuri’s reach at all times. Two when the power went out.

Makkachin was curled up around Yuri’s legs with his puffy tail wagging in hopes of food getting knocked down for him, either on accident or because Yuri still hasn’t master the art of telling the poodle no. Viktor was working with Yurio, who had started his training almost immediately after his win at the grand prix and wanted somebody to stand there and criticized him. That wasn’t Yakov. But he was due home any minute.

Makka heard the keys before Yuri, but made sure that he knew his fiancee was home by nearly tripping the skater in his excitement to great Viktor home.  “Why hello Makkachin!” Viktor cooed. “Yuri? I’m home!”

“I figured,” Yuri chuckled. “Dinner is almost ready.”

“It smells delicious kubota.” Viktor came up next to him and kissed his cheek. Yuri returned his attention to the food. Meanwhile, Viktor went to their room to change and take a quick shower to get rid of his post workout sweat stench before dinner. When he got back he helped Yuri set the table and sat down to the home cooked meal that he was sorely going to miss when they started training again. “Itadakimasu!”

There was light chatter between the two concerning the details of their next season’s routines, and a few minor details about Yurio’s routine (enough to upset him in the next training session to encourage him to practise harder) and a few little things about their day. Even though they had only spent a few hours apart while Viktor was at the rink.

Yuri couldn’t wait to be married.

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Quichetober

@kuichequlgate here’s day nine! I’m going to work on day ten while I’m at the academy to have it up around twelve here. (and now that I’ve promised it will not be lol) I copped out this time with an au XD

Day nine: Precious-Nico/Will

“So what did your dad say?” Will asked.

“I need to bring Jules Albert with me so I can go back by New Years.” Nico shrugged, “Dad is heading back to DC for that Kronos court case and mom was going to stay with me but this means she can go with him.”

“That’s great!” Will’s smile sent butterflies into Nico’s stomach and all he could really do was smile back.

Christmas holiday’s where coming up for the Olympian Academy, and everyone had been talking about their trips back home. Only a handful of students where staying for the holidays, mostly those taking on extra classes or who where at the school on scholarships. Will had been trying to convince Nico, his boyfriend of one year this February cause he’s cheesey, to come visit his family ranch back in Texas. Nico had put off asking for as long as possible because his father was dealing with a legal dispute over ethics at Kronos Incorporated and was up to his neck in work even at home.

If his sister was still alive, he probably would have told Will no off the bat, he loves Bianca and since his step mother moved him to an all male boarding school for a better education he wasn’t  home nearly as much. But there was always an emptiness to the halls that sometimes his parents helped alleviate. But with dad gone too, Nico hadn’t been looking forward to spending time in the big empty mansion.

“So last day of term, my dad is going to be up here by five…”

Will gave Nico the full itinerary for the weeks that he was going to be visiting the ranch, including some of the extra stuff for if they had time. Nico honestly forgot most of it. Will got too excited about showing him around the property and teaching him horseback riding, apparently there was even a cow that was pregnant. He went into detail about how to care for a calf in the beginning and how cute they were.

Three days later, the young pair was standing outside the gates of the academy waiting for an Apollo brand car. Honestly, Nico was waiting for a white long stretch with bull horns on the front. He was surprised to see a black Prius, nice and low-key. Nico’s heart started to race as Will walked both of their bags to the trunk like a gentlemen and Nico could not handle that either. He stood frozen in mental terror as Will finished putting their bags in the car and went to open the door, “Babe?”

“Yeah?” Nico whispered.

“You ok?”

“Yeah….just gonna meet your dad right now….I’m fine.”

“It's actually just one of the hands,” Will soothed, “dad couldn’t leave the cattle with one so close to giving birth. Shoot, we probably won’t see him until after the calf is born.”

“Oh...ok…”

“You still want to come?”

And that too, was not fair. Will sounded a little like a kicked puppy but still put warmth into his voice to make sure Nico didn’t feel pressured to come. But Nico had learned that he had a hard time saying no to something that would make his boyfriend happy. At an all boys boarding school, precious wasn’t a word that was thrown around for the sake of survival. But moments where Will did his  best to hide his excitement, because Nico wasn’t too high energy in the beginning, where just that.

This was the longest relationship Nico has had, beating out a six month fling with a guy named Percy by four months now.  There was something about Will that made it even the most stressful moment a breeze. Nico had stopped believing that love could be so powerful after his mom and dad divorced, and his sister died. He didn’t like the idea of opening up to someone like that. Will knew that. And did his best to keep pace with Nico. They hadn’t been very public during the school year unless they were off school grounds. These next three weeks where going to be full of opportunities for hand holding, hugs and maybe kissing, maybe sunset kissing.

Will sat down next to him with a smile and went to grab his hand for the first time of many, Nico hoped, on this vacation. Nico smiled back and gave him a quick kiss. These moments where rare at the boarding school, they were another two years from graduating, this vacation was going to be fun.

And Nico was going to cherish every minute of it.