#v.01

[shizukais]

[ayorkheir-blog]

@anotherfxinglovesong

George was discussing his schedule with one of his friends when he noticed someone across the hall. He felt as if he knew him but he couldn’t quite figure it out, there was something familiar but altogether different about him. His friend looked where his line of sight was and said, “Why are you staring at that guy?” George’s face was in a frown as he tried to figure it out. When it finally clicked his brows going up in surprise.

It was Alfie only he certainly didn’t look like the Alfie he once knew. The one who used to be almost a head shorter than him and who he used to be able to pick up when he hugged him if he pleased. He considered running across the hall and barrelling into him with a hug like he used to when they were elementary and middle school age and they came back from break. He’d do that even when they had hung out the day before. George was more grown up than that now though wasn’t he.

Things hadn’t changed much for George. He was still a Prince, only perhaps now he was suffering even further in his role. Now he was dating the girl everyone wanted, a duchess of Belgium. George was the only one who seemed to not want her, at least not like that. She was okay to be around, but whenever she moved in to kiss him, George often found excuses not to. Things had changed a little but not enough for George to restrain himself from doing as he always had and running across the hall and slamming into Alfie’s side with a hug. He almost knocked the male down like he used to, so it was all relatively the same.

“Alfie! What the hell happened to you? They got something in the water up where you were and if so did you bring any back?” He smiles holding onto Alfie’s shoulders. “God you look great Alf,” he smiles brightly at his old friend.

[ayorkheir-blog]

THE PRINCE & THE FIRST SON.

@mostlylows

George trailed behind his father and mother who smiled whilst greeting the president of the United States and the first lady. He stood at attention, almost stiffly as he was taught to do so. He gave the president and his wife a firm handshake and a charming smile he had mastered easily, given that he was blessed with his mother's gentle smile.

George was the picture of what a Prince was supposed to look like. Clean cut, hair messy yet somehow tamed. He had light brown or perhaps dark blonde hair that was likely inherited from his grandfather or one of his other royal relatives. He primarily took after his mother, or some mix of his father’s earlier relatives. He was handsome in every way and had a charming demeanor that had been learned from years of practice.

George had spent all of his life in the spotlight, whether it be from his first breath, the moment people knew his mother was pregnant, or the first time they showed him to the world. Being his father’s heir and being the Prince had consumed his whole life, not that he liked that this was the case.

George found himself being introduced to Douglas Hammond, the president’s son. The male instantly began talking politics, a subject George found dull and had not interest in. However it was expected that he have interest in it, and opinions on it. George sighed running his fingers over his brow as he listened to the male. George felt as if he was just talking to another adult as he nodded along to whatever it was that the other male was saying to him.

George huffed before turning his eyes in the direction of the light music coming from the piano in the other corner of the room. It wasn’t exactly a song as much as a gentle toying of the keys. However it focused his eyes on the other Hammond son examining him.

Something about him seemed more elusive and youthful than his twin and George found himself walking towards him, until he was standing behind him watching the male's fingers run gracefully over the keys before saying, “You’re Thomas right?”

[ayorkheir-blog]

@rzhavyy

George stumbled across the streets of Bucharest chuckling as he looked for his friends apartment. He climbed up the fire escape and looked between a few windows. Which one was his friends? Was this even the right apartment building. He looked around and swore it was the one on the left, at least his drunk mind swore it. He shoved the window open and stumbled into the apartment building. 

He frowned glancing around, it didn’t look like he remembered it. He’d have to ask his friend in the morning what he had changed. But currently he didn’t care all too much. He was drunk and exhausted to be short. He stumbled to the couch and dropped onto it shutting his eyes. Just as he did he got a sort of sinking feeling that he was being watched and sat up his eyes squinting into the dark of the apartment. 

[ayorkheir-blog]

@anotherfxinglovesong​

ALFIE & GEORGE MOODBOARD VERSE 1

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@anotherfxinglovesong

ALFIE & GEORGE MOODBOARD VERSE 2

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@cameoutofabottle

STEVE & GEORGE RELATIONSHIP MOODBOARD

[doyoubleedxyouwill]

Gladiator Duty

The battle had been long and hard and Keith had thought more than once that they weren’t going to be able to pull it off. They had, of course, just by the skin of their collective nose but that was still a win. Their injuries, however, left much to be desired. Pidge had pretty bad whiplash when Hunk and the yellow lion got blasted into the green lion and Lance wouldn’t stop yammering on about his new-found ice gun. It was all well and good but Keith was more concerned about Shiro. Shiro had taken quite the beating on the enemy ship when he’d gone in to sabotage their defence systems so their weapons would have an effect. He’d only been saved by black lion getting him the hell out of there and now here they were, Pidge just coming out of cryo Lance and Hunk hovering over the poor kid as they headed out to get some food goo, Shiro still locked away, healing. 

“You should get some rest, Keith, you all did a bang up job, you deserve it.” Coran’s friendly shoulder squeeze was less than welcome but Keith didn’t bother shrugging him off.

“I’m fine, I’m going to wait for Shiro.” 

“As you like...” Coran headed out, turning back once at the door with an unreadable expression. It wouldn’t have mattered as Keith’s eyes were still locked on the floor, oblivious to everything but his own thoughts.

He shouldn’t have let Shiro go alone, should have done more to go with the stubborn guy instead of letting himself be convinced that they needed the red lion out there safely drawing fire. If he’d have just listened to his gut none of this would have happened and Shiro would have been safe. Keith sighed heavily and ran his hand over the back of his neck as he moved to the cryochamber control panel, wishing he could read Alteran better so he knew what he was looking at.

“Come on, Shiro...” he mumbled quietly as he silently accepted the fact that they had done the right thing and that if he’d disobeyed Shiro’s orders who knows what would have happened or who would have been hurt or, worse, killed. Patience had never been a virtue of his to claim and right now, waiting for Shiro to get good enough to spit out of the cryochamber was trying what little patience he had.