#stranded together

[deadbranch]

Imagine you and Ghost bickering on mission. There's just something about him that makes you want to fight. You've never gotten along but you still manage to get the job done.

Your plane crashes on the way back from a fatally flawed mission where you lost half your team. Your last thought as the ocean comes up to meet you is that you hope Price can manage without you and Ghost.

The world goes dark.

You wake on a beach under a blazing sun. Ghost is unconscious about a dozen yards from you.

As you build a signal fire under the setting sun you argue with Ghost. You've never seen his face prior to the crash, but now you can't stop looking at it.

There's a sadness in his eyes as he watches you cry. He puts his arms around you and holds you until you fall asleep.

When the rescue team pulls you aboard the boat to take you back to the ship on the other side of the lagoon, Gaz is aboard and you throw your arms around him.

As he lets you go he looks down at your belly. You're quite obviously pregnant, perhaps seven months along.

You and Ghost were stranded and survived on the island for almost a year.

Before Gaz can ask the question, Ghost puts his arms around you and kisses you tenderly, his hand covering your swollen belly protectively.

He looks pointedly at Gaz. "Plenty of time to talk when we get back."

Update: The series based on this imagine.

[reyloficarchives]

MASTER LIST: STRANDED

This masterlist features Reylo stranded together in Canon or in AU.

Please make sure to read the tags and summary before reading the fic. Some stories may feature subject matter which is not to everyone’s tastes or they could be a trigger.

Some of these fics may be incomplete and not updated in a while.

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Rating: General Audiences (G), Teen And Up Audiences (T), Mature (M), Explicit (E), Not Rated (NR)

One Shot (OS) or Multi Chapter (MC)

**Updated 13/12/2021

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

169 Days (E) (OS), JenfysNest

Dipstick (E) (OS), BenSoloHands

Flight #923 (E) (MC), WigletsMom

Hey, Soul Sister (T) (MC), situation_normal

Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow (E) (MC), GreyForceUser

Mr. I Don't Date (E) (MC), Aunt_MaraJade

Prank Wars 2 (M) (OS), Hellyjellybean

The Christmas Compromise (M) (MC), Bitchinkitten

Snow Sparkles Like Stars (E) (MC) , raptorginger **

You Talk Too Much (T) (OS), TazWren

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

A Chance Encounter on Mustafar (E) (MC), Angie737

A Collision of Stars (M) (MC), dustoftheancients

A State of Survival: Alone with the Supreme Leader on a Frozen World (E) (MC), Angie737

Alloy (NR) (MC), smallenoughtofit

Aphelion (T) (OS), ambiguously

Artemisia in Snow (T) (OS), witchoil

Baby It's Cold Outside (M) (OS), Tandy

Bound (E) (OS), ambiguously

Hypothermia (E) (MC), LucidLucy

If I Had My Way (E) (MC), ClockworkCrow (icemink)

In Between Memories (E) (MC), Slinden

In the Footsteps of Giants (T) (OS), aionimica

Luminous Beings (E) (MC), AgentScullyFBI

No Rest For The Wicked (E) (MC), Avdal

Perihelion (E) (MC), SpaceWaffleHouse

Pretty Boy (T) (OS), CaptainCaptainMarvel42

Rebel Warmth (E) (OS), Trish47

Stranded (E) (MC), arawen898

Stranded and In Love (E) (MC), Angie737

Stranded With The Enemy (E) (MC), Angie737

Sweet Surrender (M) (MC), BinarySunsetLover15

Swimming Lessons (T) (MC), mrex

Teddy Bear Picnic (M) (OS), Blueyedgurl

Temporary Allies (G) (MC), crunchy (orphan_account)

Thaw My Frozen Heart (E) (OS), DarkSideOfMe

The Absence of Light (M) (MC), Werewolfswearwolf

The End Of Everything (E) (MC), nixcomix

The Island (M) (MC), Aviendha69

The Moon, the Sun, and the Star Inbetween. (M) (MC), Silvershine

The Path I Fear to Tread (E) (MC), roane

The Price of Power (M) (MC), The Price of Power

The Unbreakable Bond (M) (OS), AlwaysEverlark

The Writings of Ben Solo (E) (MC), BurnedStars777

Under Different Stars (E) (MC), Aaveena

Use Me For Good (E) MC), starspangledbisexual

Waiting for Salvation (T) (MC), Rellie

Alternate Universe - Historical

Growing Together (NR) (MC), 0Locke

Tentacles & Temptations (E) (MC), persimonne

Alternate Universe - Other

A Treasure Worth Keeping (E) (MC), Mantabel

StarMan (E) (MC), drnucleus

Supercut (E) (MC), SecretReyloTrash (BadOldWest)

[wistfulcynic]

shelter from the storm

For the endlessly brilliant brainstormers @thesschesthair and @winterbythesea, a rainy interlude in Neverland and a very warm coat. (To Mandy in particular, I hope it brightens your day.) 

summary: Neverland. An unexpected storm, a cave, a bottle of rum. Emma and Hook, alone together, one of them wearing his coat. 

words: 2.1k rating: T tags: Neverland, stranded together, bedsharing, UST, the coat. 

AO3

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The rain came without warning. 

Nothing more than the faintest breeze stirred the air before heavy drops were falling, hard and thick, in sheets that made it impossible to see much more than a foot or two ahead. Emma was drenched in a moment, her thin tank top moulding to her body and her hair plastered to her scalp. She shivered; the rain was cold and the sudden shift from steamy jungle to icy deluge came as a shock. 

The next shock came when warmth enveloped her, heavy, leathery, rum-scented warmth. Hook’s coat, flung over her shoulders. It did nothing to impede the sharp drops pounding against her skull but it stopped her shivering and kept most of the rain off her, especially after Hook flipped up the collar to shield her face and tugged at the lapels to wrap the coat snugly around her. 

Emma slipped her arms through the sleeves and took hold of the lapels herself, casting a glance up at Hook as she did. He was as drenched as she, more so now, with water running in rivulets down his face and concern in his blue eyes as he released the lapels, then frowned at the sky. 

“We should find shelter,” he said. “There’s no telling how long this will last.” 

He took her hand and she made no protest, using one of hers to hold the coat closed while the other curled around his fingers and held tight. His hand was warm despite the cold rain, large and slightly rough. Emma shivered again, and not from cold this time. She could still remember the feel of that hand in her hair, its rough skin catching on the soft strands... his thumb stroking across her cheek... the hitch in his breath... the look in his eyes…

Not the time, Emma, she reminded herself. Not now. 

Possibly not ever. 

He led her through the jungle, his stride sure and unfaltering in defiance of the blinding downpour. When they came to a copse of trees even denser than the rest he plunged into it with no hesitation, shoving the branches aside and tugging her forward, and when he let the branches go again their thick foliage muffled the deafening thrum of the rain and Emma felt herself relax. 

They were in a cave, she realised. One not that different from Neal’s, if somewhat smaller and surprisingly snug, with a lone torch on the wall and no drawings. She felt Hook move behind her, felt a slight tug on the coat as he reached into its pocket and withdrew his piece of flint. With that and his hook he managed to light the torch after only a few tries, and Emma bit back a quip about how much easier it would have been to use the lighter except oh, yeah, he’d lost it in the Dark Hollow by being an asshole. 

It was probably not the time for that either, she reflected. Not when they were stuck here together, trapped by a furious storm. Instead she watched as he stepped close to her again to slip the flint back in his pocket, watched the play of the soft torchlight across his features and the flex of muscle beneath his clinging shirt. She and Hook, alone in this small space, together, drenched to the skin. For who even knew how long. Emma swallowed hard and looked away. 

“What is this place?” she asked. 

“It’s a cave, Swan,” he replied, and she could hear the smirk in his voice. She rolled her eyes. 

“I know that. But what cave? Who lived here?” 

“No one.” 

“Hook, there’s a torch on the wall and a bed over there. Someone lived here.” She turned back to him, took in his guarded expression and tense posture, and then she understood. “It was you, wasn’t it? This was your place.” 

He gave a shrug. “I remained on my ship for most of my time in this land. But there were occasions when, yes, I stayed here. Stayed, not lived. It was… a haven of sorts. But never a home.” 

Like Tinkerbell’s tree house, thought Emma. Like her mother’s hollow log. Like so many of the foster homes and alleyways and back seats of cars where she’d once spent her own nights. She nodded. 

“Yeah. I get it.” 

Once again that connection flashed between them, as it had on the beanstalk, after the Dark Hollow, before that kiss... Hook’s shoulders relaxed and his lips curled into a smile. A softer smile than she’d ever seen from him, open and earnest and with no hint of flirtation in it. A smile that dimpled his cheeks and crinkled the corners of his eyes in a way that should not be as attractive as it was. His voice was soft as well, and low, sending warmth tingling across her skin. “We might as well settle in,” he said. “Storms like this one have been known to last for days.” 

Emma shook herself from her reverie. “Days!” she exclaimed. 

“Aye. Not always, though. Let’s hope this is one of the shorter ones.” 

“How long do the shorter ones last?” 

“Hours. Like I said, settle in.” 

He gestured to the mattress set against the back wall, atop a sort of platform made of stones and rough-hewn wooden boards. Emma hesitated for only a moment before striding over, prodding it experimentally with her finger, then gingerly sitting down. It was soft and springy, and when she shifted her weight it released a faint, dusty smell of hay. 

Her boots were so wet that her toes within them made a squelching noise, so she pulled them off, followed by her socks. These she draped over the end of one of the boards, then curled up with her bare feet tucked beneath her and made herself as comfortable as she could, leaning against the wall and burrowing deep into the warmth of Hook’s coat. 

She could sense his gaze on her, focused and intent, and when she glanced up the look in his eyes set her heartbeat racing and her brain scrambling to think of something—anything—to say that might distract them both from the reality of where they were, the intimacy of it, how little space there was and how long they might have to stay there, alone together. 

“It smells really good,” she blurted, then immediately wanted to kick herself. “I mean, um, I haven’t been in a lot of caves but I guess I would have expected them to be, I don’t know, mustier? Does that make sense?” 

Stop babbling, you idiot. 

She had no idea how caves were supposed to smell and cared even less, but she’d die before she let Hook find out that her muddled brain had not actually meant the cave smelled good at all. The warm, spicy scent tickling her nose was the same one she remembered clinging to his skin during their kiss. It clung to his coat as well, of course, stronger now that the rain was no longer washing it away, and made her light-headed as she fought the urge to bury her face in the leather and just breathe. 

Hook, fortunately, gave no indication that he noticed her discomfiture. “I expect it’s just the island,” he said. “Whatever keeps its inhabitants young also seems to hold other things in a sort of stasis. Despite all the rain there’s not actually much decay here.”

“Oh,” she said. “Wow. That’s... actually a bit creepy.” 

“Neverland, love. Creepy is its byword. Although, now, I wonder...” His eyes lit with speculation and he strode across the small space to the wall opposite the bed where a small pile of rocks lay. She couldn’t see what he was doing but she could hear his muttered curses and the shifting of the rocks and then he said “Aha. Here it is.” 

“Here what is?” 

Hook turned to her with a triumphant grin. “Something to keep us warm,” he replied, holding up a bottle. 

“Rum, I’m guessing,” snorted Emma. 

“Naturally.” He smirked at her. “But also this.” 

He crossed the cave again sat down next to her on the mattress, tucking the rum between his knees and handing her a small parcel wrapped in oilcloth. She unwrapped it and frowned at the contents. 

“What is this? Beef jerky?” 

“Is that what you call beef that’s been salted, smoked, and dried?” 

“Um. I think so?” 

“Then yes, this is beef jerky. I’ve always known it as boucan.” 

“Huh.” Emma poked at the dark brown strips of meat. “How long has it been here?” 

“Oh, a good forty years I’d reckon.” He grinned at her. “But that’s a mere blink of the eye in Neverland. It’s fine. Here, look.” He took a piece and bit into it. Emma watched him as he chewed, watched his jaw work and his throat flex as he swallowed, and felt her own throat go dry. “See?” he said. “It’s perfectly fine. Try some.” 

Gingerly, she selected a piece and took a tiny bite. It was intensely smoky and very salty, but so good and she realised to her surprise that she was starving. Her stomach gave a loud, gurgling rumble and Hook laughed, the cords in his neck straining beneath skin still damp from the rain, illuminated by the torchlight’s glow. Emma stuffed the rest of the jerky into her mouth and concentrated on chewing it.

When she dared look at Hook again, he was watching her with another of his looks, this one soft and indulgent, the corners of his mouth quirked in a faint smile. Her belly clenched. 

“So what do you think?” he asked. 

“Hmm?” 

“About the boucan?” 

“Oh. It’s, um, it’s good. Salty though.” 

He picked up the rum bottle and pulled its cork out with his teeth. “Quench your thirst, love?” he asked. 

Emma looked at the bottle, then the pirate, then the bottle again, listened to the pounding of the rain outside and the felt the equally intense pounding of her heart. She weighed it all in the balance, then threw her caution to the wind. 

“Why the hell not?” she muttered, grabbed the rum, and drank. 

—

When she awoke the next morning the rain had stopped. Emma vaguely registered the absence of the dull roar of rushing water and was grateful for its lack. Her head was throbbing and her mouth cotton-dry, and she wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep for another hundred years or so. She burrowed deeper into her pillow with a groan. 

“Ahem.” 

The sound of a very pointed throat-clearing penetrated her sluggish brain and the realisation that she was not alone had her eyes flying open. Only then did she realise that her head was resting not on a pillow at all but on Hook’s bare chest as they lay together on the narrow bed, she curled up on her side still swathed in his coat and his arm around her waist, fingers curled over her hip, holding her close. 

Their clothes, she was relieved to note, were still on. 

 From the look on David’s face though, they may as well have been naked. 

“What the hell is this?” her father seethed. Emma jolted backwards, scrambling out of Hook’s embrace and wrapping the coat more tightly around her. Behind David, she noted with dismay, stood Mary Margaret and Neal—she looking disappointed and he incredulous—with Tinkerbell bringing up the rear, smirking at Hook. 

Hook sat up and ran his hand over his face. “Relax, Dave,” he said. “No need for the tone. We got caught in the rain, came here for shelter, drank some rum to keep warm, and fell asleep. I don’t think pistols at dawn or the business end of your sword will be required.”

“And that’s all?” demanded Neal. “You just slept?”

Hook’s eyes flashed dangerously but he held his temper. “That’s all,” he confirmed. “I may be a pirate but I am always a gentleman. Not that it’s really any of your concern. ” 

Neal’s cheeks flushed red and opened his mouth to reply, but David spoke first. “Let’s get out of here, then,” he said. “Pan showed up this morning with a new message about Henry and we’ve got to act fast.” 

Emma scrambled to her feet then realised they were still bare and sat down again to tug on her socks. “What was it?” she demanded. “What was the message?”

“Let’s get back to camp and we’ll show you,” said David grimly. Emma nodded and shoved on her boots as quickly as she could before following her father out of the cave. She didn’t look back. 

It wasn’t until much, much later, after many reproachful looks from her mother and wounded ones from Neal, speculative ones from Tinkerbell and an amused one from Pan himself that she realised she was still wearing Hook’s coat. 

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NOW WITH AMAZING ART by @cocohook38​

[demon-sushi]

Eight Days a Week

@monthlyklance‘s Klance Trope Month, Day 17. Stranded Together

        Lance digs through the supplies on their downed Altean pod while Keith does fuck knows what. He has no desire to wander amongst the trees that are too perfectly lined up with one another. He makes sure their distress beacon is still on, counts the limited rations on board, and slumps against the cool metal as he plays with a piece of tech he’d found. 

        It has a flat bottom, allowing it to stand, but the rest of it is curved. It’s silver but the dome itself is a light blue color. He can’t tell what it does off the back of his hand and there are only five buttons so it’s obviously limited. Four of the buttons blend in with the base easily, and tapping them does nothing. The fifth button sticks out a bit from the base and is a soft baby pink. When he taps it the dome lights up and he jolts. 

 “What the fuck?” He whispers as he examines it further. The other four buttons seem to be disabled now that the pink one is pushed in. He clicks the pink one again and the other four buttons click softly as the dome turns off.

 “Seriously?” He presses one of them and the device hums before stopping with a soft beep. He presses the one next to that and gets the same response. The third button does nothing. The fourth button lights the dome back up and a projection pops out of the top. It’s his face, then his voice murmuring before it’s moved around and clicks off.

 “Space voice recorder.” Lance grins. He figures out what button reverses, which one fast-forwards, the stop, the play, and finally the pink record button. He nods to himself deciding to leave his little blunder in, mainly because he doesn’t know the effects of recording over things on this gizmo. He takes a deep breath and hits record.

 |☉➖☉|

 “Hey there, I’m Lance. I found this neat little thing on an Altean pod that’s like super old. I’m surprised it works if I’m being honest. Keith and I are on Foursyir. I have no idea what’s on this planet, what’s friendly, and what wants to kill me.” He sighs, head falling back.

 “We wouldn’t be in this mess if Keith had just listened to me really. I told him that we needed to avoid the giant fucking rock floating around this planet, but nooo. He wanted to fly in between the two. Do you know what happened when he did that?” He leans closer to the machine.

 “It fucked with the ship's navigation system, it’s power system, and everything else useful!” He sighs and leans back.

 “At least he didn’t kill us with the crash landing. But hey, at least I have this thing. That way when I get eaten by alien predators at least there will be something left of me. Sounds like some horror movie bs.” He laughs and falls silent.

 “Keith should be heading back soon. So until next time.” He winks at the camera and clicks the pink button.

☽*☆*☾

        Lance tries hailing the castle for the fifteenth time today. Keith steps into the cockpit and rolls his eyes. He drops a net that he’d been carrying over his shoulder onto the floor. Lance squints at it, nose wrinkling at the smell it’s brought in.

 “What is that?” He asks.

 “Food.”

 “You found food?”

 “I found an animal, therefore, we have food.” Keith shrugs.

 “Do you even know if it’s safe to eat?” Lance puts his hands on his hips.

 “The scanner Hunk and Pidge modified says yes.”

 “Well do you have to bring it in here? It smells like  ass .”

 “I can’t leave it outside and risk it drawing scavengers.” Keith rolls his eyes.

 “Just turn  them  into food.” Lance crosses his arms. 

 “There’s a river not far from here, I’m gonna check it out and see if it’s potable and if there’s fish out there.”

 “You’re gonna leave me with the smelly carcass?” Lance gestures to the net on the ground.

 “You can always come with.” Keith starts making his way off the ship.

 “I’m not going  out there.”

 “Then you stay with the smelly carcass.” Keith shrugs and hops out. 

 “Ugh!” Lance grabs the net and tries to lift it. He’s no small fry, but damn this thing is heavy. He grunts and ends up half dragging it to the cargo hold of the pod and glares at it.

 “Fuck Keith and his stupid half-alien strength,” Lance grumbles going back to the cockpit and finding his little gizmo. He sits in the pilot chair and hits record.

 |☉➖☉|

 “It’s day two. Keith says the trees go out for more than a hundred yards around us. That’s more than like a soccer field or football field! And the trees are all in straight lines, that’s so fucking weird isn’t it?” He sighs. 

 “But Keith doesn’t seem to think so. He just says it’s an alien thing. I get that he lived in the middle of the desert and probably doesn’t know how trees work, but trees aren’t naturally in perfect rows. They just aren’t!” He glares over his shoulder.

 “He also brought in some creature he ganked and it smells worse than Pidge does post-chili lunch day. I had to be in the sim-craft with them! For months I thought it was Hunk!” He laughs and faces the camera again. 

 “The guy cleared his name because he refuses to actually eat Garrison’s chili. He ate it once and said it was god-awful.” His smile fades a bit. 

 “I hope the castle finds us soon. I really do.” He gets up and takes the recorder with him. 

 “Let’s take a peek at what I’m dealing with, yeah?” He asks as he makes his way out. He turns himself around, showing off the world they’d landed on.

 “Look at these trees! Massive things. Bet they’re taller than the Lions. Maybe taller than Voltron itself. And they’re blue? It’s so weird. Plus the ground is like, purple?” He stops spinning.

 “At least with the straight lines of trees, I can see things in the distance. But there’s nothing to see. No major buildings or landmarks.” He heads back into the pod.

 “And if I can see to the horizon, something else can see me. This is the only safe place.” He taps the side of the pod.

 “Keith wants to be a fucking madman and go spelunking in the river he found and get eaten by a river monster then so be it!” He huffs and plops down in the pilot’s chair. He frowns and sighs.

 “But not really. I don’t want him dead. It’d be worse to be alone.”

 |☉➖☉|

 “Day three. Keith brought back river water yesterday and now it’s covered in bugs. I don’t want to drink it at all but he’s all like,” He furrows his brows and mimics Keith’s voice. “It’s no worse than those seeds you put in your drinks. At least it has protein.” He huffs.

 “And I’m all like Chia seeds have protein you dingus! Also, I haven’t done that since we left home, so how does he know about it, huh?” He glares at the camera. 

 “Right now he’s out trying to climb a tree or something and I told him not to. If he falls and gets hurt, I don’t know how to help him. But as usual, he just does what he wants.” He jumps when he hears a sound outside.

 “I think Keith’s back. I really hope that was Keith.” He clicks the camera off.

 ☽*☆*☾

        It is, in fact, Keith. He’s throwing rocks down on the ground in a small circle. Lance hops out of the pod and watches him. Then he’s kneeling and arranging sticks he’d apparently gathered from the trees.

 “Dude, what are you doing?”

 “What’s it look like?” Keith looks up at him. “I’m building a fire.”

 “Why?”

 “So I can boil the water and cook us food.”

 “Sorry I didn’t want to eat raw meat.” Lance crosses his arms. 

 “The scanner said it was fine.” Keith grunts.

 “Yeah, you know what else is fine? Chicken! But only when cooked! Raw chicken is very not good.” Lance walks over to Keith. “How are you going to start the fire anyway?”

 “Honestly? I was going to ask you to set your blaster to its lowest setting and just shoot it.” Keith looks back at his handiwork and arranges some of the other branches he’d brought into a tent shape.

 “Yeah, no, not happening. That’s just gonna put a hole in the ground.” Lance says. 

 “Figured.” Keith nods.

 “Then what are you going to do now?”

 “Well, I found a decent rock and I have my blades.” Keith goes back to his pile and picks up a shimmering green stone. 

 “I’m scared.” Lance watches him go back to the fire pit he’d made. He pulls his Marmora blade out, striking it against the stone, and Lance gasps when it makes a bright spark. Keith smirks up at him, doing it a few more times before it catches onto the tinder he’d made. He gently blows on the embers, bringing the fire to life.

 “I… I’ve only seen that in like, movies, I didn’t think that’d actually work,” Lance says. 

 “I was bored alone in the desert. Grabbed a lot of survival books and read them.” Keith tells him. He carefully makes two spokes and places them on the sides of the fire and then dangles the metal container full of the river water over it. 

 “How long do we have to wait?” Lance asks.

        In four minutes, he’s sipping hesitantly on the water as Keith cooks a chunk of meat over the fire. He’s noticed the smoke from the fire smells a little strange, even bringing it up to Keith who grunted and shrugged it off, citing alien plants.

        In about ten minutes, he can’t tell really, he’s busy giggling at everything against Keith’s side as they try to eat the meat. Keith has a pretty laugh even though he tries to smother it with his hand. Lance thinks he’s just handsome. Pretty laugh, pretty eyes, pretty smile. He’s got a jawline that makes him a little weak, strong shoulders and arms that he can’t stop staring at, and a body he wants to run his hands over. He thinks he might be attracted to Keith and doesn’t know why he’s never acted on it before. 

 “Keith, fuck,” He snickers. “I think something was wrong with your firewood.” 

 “God, yeah I think so too.” Keith looks over at him. Lance sees his eyes do something wild. 

 “Your eyes.” Lance unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

 “Huh?”

 “They’re beautiful.” His hand cups Keith’s jaw to hold him steady as he looks into them. They’re different than normal, he knows this but doesn’t know how to really explain it. They’re almost a glowing gold, pupils blown wide open and reflecting back light in a way that should be eerie. It’s somehow the most comfortable thing he’s seen today.

 “They’re like,” Lance waves his hand around, trying to convey this all to him. 

 “Yeah.” Keith nods. “I get you. Yours are like,” He makes a sound. It starts a new giggle fit from them both and Lance tucks his head into Keith’s neck.

 “God.” Lance sighs.

 “Shiro is gonna kill us when he finds out we accidentally did space weed,” Keith says.

 “Space weed, space daddio.”

 |☉➖☉|

 “Day four. I’m mad at Keith. We both slept outside because his stupid fire got us high off our rockers.” Lance rubs his face and grimaces. 

 “I  need a shower. I’m greasy and my skin hates it. Also, Keith got tree sap in his hair and I haven’t told him yet. I had this like… revelation last night, though it slips my mind, and I have a feeling if I tell him about the sap he’d cut his hair.” Lance rests his head back against the ship.

 “I think I might die if he does that? I don’t know why. Fuck.  Now is not the time to be having this crisis.” Lance runs his hand through his hair. 

 “Keith’s now been trying to find alternatives to food we can eat without cooking. Otherwise, we might be kinda screwed? Because of  course,  our Paladin armor considers the smoke to be safe enough to breathe.” He sighs.

 “I think Keith’s coming back from the river now. Catch ya’ later.”

 ☽*☆*☾

        Keith convinces him to go out into the trees today. Lance agrees but is still not fully comfortable with the idea of leaving the ship behind. He follows Keith’s lead, staring at the tree sap still stuck in his hair and frowning. 

 “Keith?”

 “Hmm?”

 “You uh…” He pauses, and Keith turns to face him. 

 “Yes?”

 “You’ve got something in your hair.” He admits.

 “I do?” Keith’s hand runs through his bangs. Lance reaches out and tugs at the strands near the back of his head that have the sap. He was not expecting the soft sound that Keith made, but apparently, neither was he. His face turns bright red and he coughs, looking away.

 “You…”

 “So back here?” Keith’s fingers find it. 

 “Yeah.” Lance shakes his head. Keith tries to force the strands apart but the sap is like concrete, unwilling to budge. 

 “Fuck.” He sighs and leaves it. “I’ll deal with it later.” 

 “Are you sure?”

 “Unless you want to cut it. And I’d rather we be in the pod for that. Wouldn’t want to be tracked because my hair is here.”

 “I… I could try.” 

 “Cool. Now see this tree?”

 ☽*☆*☾

        He does cut Keith’s hair after they successfully get a few fruits from the tree they’d found. Keith passes him the Marmora knife and sits stiffly.

 “You okay?” Lance asks, hair in one hand knife in the other. Keith is breathing very slow measured breaths and Lance is worried.

 “It’s just weird shit, cut it already.” 

 “How short?”

 “I don’t know.”

 “Keith?” He watches him tap his thigh anxiously. 

 “You have the sharpest knife I own and you're at my back.” Keith finally says. “I  know  you’re not going to hurt me, but some part of me is just going haywire about it okay?”

 “Do you want me to  not cut it?”

 “Just do it.”

 “How much?”

 “All of it, I don’t care.” Keith hisses. 

        With a frown, he cuts out the sticky sap with Keith’s blade. It slices through his hair like butter and he totally gets Keith’s paranoia about it. He carefully cuts the rest of his hair to match, moving in front of him and taking a bit off the sides and bangs. Keith relaxes when he stands in front of him and relaxes further when Lance passes him back his knife. 

        He runs his hand through what remains of it, it’s a bit longer than his maybe more like Hunk’s but overall the look is very different. Lance can feel his chest tighten as he stares at Keith.

 “Look at that, you have a face under all that hair.” 

 “It’s weird.” He hums and looks up at Lance. 

 “At least it’ll grow back out, right?” 

 “Yeah.” Keith gets up and frowns at the pile of hair around him. “So glad we’re in the pod.”

 “I bet.” Lance’s eyes trail along him. 

 “I’m… gonna go check the traps in the river. I’ll be back,” Keith says as he quickly leaves. 

        Lance grabs his recorder. 

 |☉➖☉|

 “Day five. We found fruit and it tastes bomb as hell. Also, Keith cut his hair. Or well,  I  cut his hair. And I think he was either really scared about it or got turned on by it and I surprisingly don’t know which I’d prefer.” Lance starts, setting the camera down and sweeping the black hair into a pile to collect them. 

 “I think… I think I might like him? My sisters always said that if you liked someone, even after they get a whack ass haircut, it’s true love. And like,” He pauses and looks at the camera. “I still think he’s kinda attractive? Um. Anyway. Not thinking about that.” He shakes his head. 

 “We talked about stuff last night. I talked to him about the last time my family and I went out on vacation. It was so much fun. And it made Keith smile and laugh and  god  I miss them so much.” He covers his face with his hand for a moment, at least until he’s sure he’s not going to cry. 

 “Then Keith was telling me about his dad and how one time they were at a beach and built this sandcastle right? He said his dad was like a pro at it, made it so detailed and such. But then the tide came in and took it all away and he’d been so heartbroken, the way kids are.” Lance shakes his head.

 “His dad told him not to be, that the point was to build something together more so than the finished thing.” Lance smiles. “He doesn’t usually talk about his dad a lot, or his past, so it was nice to hear him open up to me. Even over something as small as family vacations.”

 |☉➖☉|

 “It’s day six and I’m realizing I missed a huge opportunity to call this ‘Captain’s Log’.” Lance laughs as he walks about the cockpit. 

 “So it turns out, Keith did have a mild freak out about the hair thing, but he’s okay now. We uh… We built a sandcastle together. He wanted to make it tall but I kept telling him it was better for it to be wider for its defenses. So we ended up building this like, big slope?” Lance smiles as he sits in the pilot’s chair and presses a few buttons. 

 “Also, washing off in the river is a terrible idea. I did it and now Keith and I both smell like fish. And not even in a good way, because none of it is dish, as they say in the Garrison.” He closes his eyes. 

 “And, don’t tell anyone this. But… I think I have a crush.”

 ☽*☆*☾

        Keith is sitting beside him on top of the pod. They’re watching the sunset between the trees in the distance, though they both know that it will only rise again in twenty minutes. He looks over at Keith, staring at his face in profile. The gentle slope of his nose, the curve of his cheek, his soft lips, and dark eyelashes. Keith turns to him, maybe feeling the way Lance stared at him.

 “What’s up?” 

 “Nothing really.” He shrugs. Keith told him that the castle finally found their distress beacon and sent a shortwave signal to the pod. They’d be picked up any moment now. He should be excited but he’s not. He’s not because once they go back Keith’s going to reattach himself to Shiro’s side and Lance will be left floating around the castle, bouncing around until he’s needed again.

        This really wasn’t the time to find out about a crush he’d been harboring for who knows how long now.

 “I think I’m going to head back in.” Lance sighs, getting up once the sun sets. 

 “Lance.” Keith reaches for him. He pauses looking at Keith and there’s something unspoken lingering in his eyes and caught behind those perfect and sharp teeth. 

 “Yeah?”

 “...Let me know if you hear anything.” He finishes and Lance knows it’s not what he wanted to say. 

 “Yeah.” He nods. He slips back in, picking up his recorder.

 |☉➖☉|

 “Day seven and the castle should finally be back for us any day now. Is it selfish to hope it passes us?”

 ☽*☆*☾

        He makes sure to pocket his recorder as the Yellow Lion comes down. Hunk scoops the pod up and then goes to hug the pair. He pauses and wrinkles his nose.

 “You both stink.” He says.

 “I’m aware.” Lance sighs.

 “You cut your hair?” He looks at Keith.

 “Can we go home?” 

 “Right! Sorry.” Hunk pats their shoulders and gets them airborne.

        They are allowed to shower and then they get real food. Or as real as food goo is. Hunk gives them both proper hugs now and the team is glad to see them. Shiro teases Keith about his new hair cut and he flips him off. Lance meanwhile tells Hunk and Pidge to update the catalogue on the tree they’d found.

 “Why?” Pidge asks.

 “It’s smoke kinda… did things.” Lance says.

 “Like what?” Is Shiro’s concerned voice. Keith and Lance share a look between each other.

 “You tell him.”

 “Nu-uh you brought it up.” Keith shakes his head.

 “What happened?” Shiro watches the two.

 “...So uh. Remember how I said I’d never get high again?” Keith starts.

 “ Again?” Lance looks over at him. “I told you it smelled weird and you knew?”

 “Trust me, it doesn’t smell like that.” Keith looks away. Shiro rubs his forehead.

 “Oh my god, did you do space weed?” Pidge gasps.

 “It was an accident! We needed a fire to cook food!” 

 ☽*☆*☾

        Shiro doesn’t hold it against them entirely but does give them quite a stern talking to. Allura mentions that the tree, in particular, would have never affected Alteans in that manner, and it has her confused as to what makes it bad. It led to another discussion that Keith and Lance were able to slip out of. They both snickered as they jogged out of the halls. But soon enough Lance’s face falls and Keith notices it. 

 “Okay, seriously, what’s up? You’ve been off since the castle found us.” Keith asks. “We had a bonding moment, again, and now you’re…” Keith waves his hand.

 “I just... everything was different out there, just the two of us, and now it’s going to go back to how it was.” Lance rubs his arm.

 “Lance, we’re still the same people.”

 “But we were like, closer, than usual.” Lance looks at him. “Did… Did you feel that way too?” He asks. Keith chews his lip as he looks at Lance. His eyes flick around his face and finally, he sighs. 

 “It did. I… I liked it. A lot.” Keith admits.

 “You did?”

 “Of course I did.” Keith hesitantly smiles.

 “Oh.”

 “...Could we -- um, Could we still be like that?”

 “What about Shiro?”

 “I care about my brother, sure,” He shrugs. “But I want to try… being close to you.” He admits, hand reaching out and taking Lance’s.

 “Okay. Yeah.” He nods. 

 “Yeah?”

 “I wanna be closer to you too,” Lance admits. Keith snorts softly kissing his knuckles.

 “Good.” He says.

 |☉➖☉|

 “Day eight. I’m back on the Castle ship as you can see,” He shows his room behind him. “Keith and I are gonna figure some things out between us, but I have a good feeling about it. I think this is going to be the last log for now. Until next time I get stranded, I guess,” He laughs. “Good night!”

[ladyofidril]

It was near a crackling campfire that Poe found himself with blasters pointed at him. Not exactly a new situation, but still.

“Resistance hypocrite,” one of the salvagers, a woman with red hair in a bun said. “If it were up to me, you’d be rotting in a sarlaac pit.”

”I guess we just can’t talk this over?” Poe said. “Minus the sarlaac pit?”

”Nice try, Captain.”

It was in that moment that Poe heard the familiar ignition of a lightsaber behind him, crackling and almost volatile, but somehow, reassuring in the fact that it was there.

”Captain Dameron is under the protection of Supreme Leader Kylo Ren,” Kylo said evenly as he stepped forward. "If you want a chance to back down, I suggest you take it.”

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[we-reylo-thefandomawakens]

reylo fanfiction

where they are stranded in a planet together, Rey and Kylo work together to repair a ship and share some empire accomodations in that planet? Kylo is injured badly and Rey and him shared the same bed I think.

That’s all I remember...can you guys help me find it? Or maybe a similar one?

[emperorren]

How do you think the Reylo relationship could’ve developed if there wasn’t the Force bond to move things along? Do you think there would’ve had to be some kind of “trapped together” situation no matter what for them to come to an understanding or develop feelings for each other?

Trapped/stranded together is the easiest and most common plot device to get two enemies to know each other and catch Feelings. That, or “must team up against a common enemy”. They’re often used in conjunction, and they’re not only fanfic tropes. Jaime/Brienne is a classic canon pairing that is developed using this sort of narrative device---they get a hellish Road Trip instead of literally Stranded Together, and they’re both captured by the Bloody Mummers (Roose Bolton’s minions) and then brought to Harrenhal when they bond over their mutual trauma and form a typical Fire Forged Friendship. Oh, and there’s also “the villain is captured / imprisoned and the hero goes to talk to him”, Silence of the Lambs style. Basically, anything that allows the hero to talk with the villain in a *safe* setting where he’s, or they’re both, stripped of their usual belligerent posturing and do not represent a threat to each other, whether because they’re incapacitated or because it’s not convenient to them to fight against each other in this particular context.

The Force Bond accomplished the above extremely neatly, but there are plenty of ways to get to the same result.

Back in 2016-ish, when we still had no idea the Force Bond was actually going to be a Thing, and after MSW dropped those “leaks” about cliffgate and Kylo & the KoR showing up on Ahch-To and dueling against Rey & Luke, my favourite TLJ headcanon/tentative speculation was that Rey was going to fall down the cliff and into the sea during her fight with Kylo, and Kylo, sensing she couldn’t swim and was about to drown, would instinctively jump and rescue her. Which would cause him to lose his guard and be captured by Luke, who imprisons him in one of the huts. At this point Rey would start visiting him repeatedly, in secret, having grown curious of him / wary of Luke and wanting to hear his side of the story. Cue a series of quid pro quo, Clarice secret encounters between Rey and captive!Kylo where they’d start learning about each other, at first reluctantly, then more eagerly (just like they did in their force skype sessions, but in person). For some reason Rey becomes convinced that Kylo knows who/where her parents are or can help her figure the truth, and she spontaneously asks him to read her mind to look for buried memories. When he does, he realizes that there’s something blocking Rey’s memory of her abandonment, and they both have another taste of that “electricity between” them that first manifested during the interrogation.

This causes them to become even more enthralled with the mystery of each other and their strange connection; they also both conclude they’re linked for some reason---and that must have to do with Rey’s suppressed memories---and... well, the fic writes itself, doesn’t it.

[m-rex]

Rey still needs a teacher, but Ben has a few lessons to learn too. Can some alone time on a beautiful, uninhabited planet help them move forward? A multi-chapter fic set after the fall of the First Order and the redemption of Ben Solo.

Re-posting the link in honor of “Swimming Lessons” reaching 1000 hits. Thank you all for reading!