#subtle writes

[subtleshenanigans]

Did you see them in the bushes? ‘Twixt witch-hazel leaning down?

Glowing eyes of stolen moonlight; gone in shadows fallen ‘round?

There’s a growling, groaning sound; drawn out in wolf-like howl.

They follow in your footsteps, and have been for a while.

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Overgrown arches,

Barely disturbed as you left.

I can’t see past the vines and growth

But I am feel the emptiness in myself.

Wither and die, or stay and hide

Because paths seperate and may not come together again.

It hurts

Worse than thorns

Like Ivy choking trees

Or splintered trunk that fell.

I cannot wither and die,

It is not a possibility in my mind.

But having to hide feels like a death.

That you left leaves me with a grief like that of a death.

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There is a beast, bowed down, on all fours

Bleeding from lacerations and whippings, due to a taskmaster that should have been a caretaker.

There is a beast panting, sobs between breaths, wondering, how much longer it can hold under such existence

Onslaught after onslaught, day in and day out.

Claws dug in the dirt, trembling. The taskmaster shouting for it to get up.

The beast is not enough, one way or the other. Not enough for itself, not enough for the demands of the taskmaster.

It’s not enough. It could be, if taskmasters were instead caretakers.

There is a beast, crouched and bleeding.

It cannot stagnate forever.

It will either die.

Or it will attack.

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Hey sit me down by the old bay-tree,

In the shade just you an’ me;

And tell me a tale you spun last night

When the sun was gone and the stars were bright.

You wanting a story of a survivor or two?

Beneath the sun and beneath the moon?

A hero, adventurer, with roguish charm?

And their companion, their strong right arm?

Yes I want to hear of a wandering heir,

Who has come and gone, hither and there,

Who’s strong of heart and soul and mind

And who, mayhaps, has done a small crime.

So you want an heir, who’s run from home?

Who’s gone on to roam?

Who meets a friend, once childhood known?

Or who they meet first as full grown?

Strangers, companions, with friendship fair

For love is a strength that grows anywhere.

Then, little one, the tale you seek,

Is of Fedra and Meek.

Fedra, a rat, lithe an strong

With Meek the hamster, who follows along;

They roam the Hindlands, through fields of wheat,

And adventure they meet!

So then, this is how the story goes,

On a faint Dawn like one you’ve known. . .

[subtlehysteria]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Cinderella Fusion, First Meetings, Lance is Cinderella, Keith is the prince, but don't tell Lance that, they're just two soft boys looking for love Series: Part 1 of Cinderella AU Summary:

“What about you?” Lance says instead. “What do they call you, sir?”

The corner of the boy’s lips tilts up, his eyebrows scrunching. “You don’t recognize me?”

“Should I?” Lance says, looking the boy up and down. He doesn’t look familiar. Were they playmates once, perhaps?

“No,” the boy says, shaking his head vigorously. He bites his bottom lip. “Uh, never mind.”

“May I at least have your name then, sir?” Lance asks, his own lips forming a smile.

“Keith,” the boy supplies. “They call me Keith, or well… my friends do, anyway.”

Lance eyes him. “Keith,” he says, testing out the name. It suits him.

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Lance runs away to the forest in the hopes of a reprieve from his stepmother and stepbrother. What he doesn't expect is to find a handsome apprentice with a knack for getting on his nerves.

So I wrote a thing based on @kiilea ‘s beautiful Klance Cinderella AU. I highly recommend you go check out their other art for this au, it’s stunning!