Keith doesn't regret his decision, not really. Except that the heavy weight on his heart won't go away. It wasn't regret, no. But it was… something he couldn't name. Keith sucks in a breath, grinding his teeth and wills himself to breathe normally. It doesn't really help, not when the reality of how he'd successfully extracted himself seamlessly from the team worked.

With nimble fingers, Jack pops it open at the clasp, roughened with disuse and dust and with the same gentleness he wiped off the dust off the photograph lovingly placed in the locket. His heart ached as he noticed how Seraphina held her father's eyes, the depth of black of his hair, the shape of his brow. Rising sequel.

When you're born as an omega, it typically dictates your entire life anywhere in the universe and stifles it. When you're born as a Galra omega in the Galran Empire, however, it opens up a whole new world of possibilities. Omega Keith, Alpha Lance

"... I'm not aging." He says, quietly, as if the realization just dawned on him. And, really, it probably did. Keith didn't bother to snark how could you not notice that? Lance was probably asking that of himself already. Keith grit his teeth, unsurely responding, "Yeah.." Keith takes a step closer, gauging the welcomeness of his presence.

The only thing on his mind that was more powerful than his desire was his confusion over the fact that Draco was an omega, and that Blaise knew. Omega!Draco; Alpha!Harry

"Yuri Lowell," And the way Flynn said his name made Sodia shiver. It was so full of promise. So.. so… sensual. "I say," and they both giggle at that but she had little time to figure out why. "I say, prepare to be punished to the fullest extent of the law."

Jack's eyes widen as the force of the stop caused some wind. And because, whoa, Pitch was very strong. And all Jack could think was damn, that was hot. Falling Sequel.

He regrets it. He regrets not telling Keith how much he loved him. Lance had been so worried about rejection he never even thought about how Keith leaned into him imperceptibly. He had been too busy doing the whole Meg, no, I won't say I'm in love thing that now he had missed his chance entirely. Because Keith was gone. Keith was dead. Apollo 13 spin-off.

(My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.) "It's like," Keith pauses, staring at a particularly bright star he knows not the name of, "that star, right there. Everything around us is real, I can feel it, see it. Touch things. How can I know things aren't a dream?"

They are all thinking the same thing: how much has changed since they've been gone? Keith stares at the rotating hologram, its blue oceans and white snowcaps. Blankets are strewn across the control deck floor, along with many, many pillows. Keith lays on a thick layer of fabrics as he stares at the earth floating, safe and unaffected, in its designated rotation around the sun.

"Do you have any idea of what causes it?" Lance asks seriously. He is still iffy, but if Keith is going through all of this, this is a big deal and needs support. Keith nods. "I think... Lance, you can't tell anyone." When Keith looks up, his eyes are glossy and tear-ridden. Lance shuts his mouth, ready to argue that the others needed to know. "No, no one."

Keith was not the rebel's spawn. He doesn't know how he knows, but he has this tingle at the base of his neck whenever he thinks about it. He knows that he wasn't the rebel's son, his kit. Keith was certain of only three things: 1) He was Haggar's kit, 2) The rebel Galra was not his father, and 3) Haggar was to blame for everything.

The last thing he remembers was the battle. Screaming, druid magic. Spilled quintessence. Then light. It was bright, and ridiculously, glaringly, magenta. Like the entire Galra empire, their fur, the lights- This can't be...He thinks, taking a shuddering breath. It was his room. His room at the Garrison. Before Voltron, before Shiro's disappearance.

"They would love you so much. You'll get diabetus real quick." He smiles, bright and excited. Keith didn't want to ruin the moment. Didn't want to say how he had a tingle down his neck that he felt he wouldn't survive. So he smiled and indulged Lance. / They'd have to rip it from his cold, hard, hands.

Leah lets out a glass-shattering cry and barrels down the path to him— Jacob couldn't really blame her. Under all his senses screaming at him to protect, he knew that if the situations were reversed, he might've done the same. The difference is, it wasn't reversed. Edward was his imprint, and Leah is a threat. Consequential Beginnings Sequel

Jacob couldn't believe his ears as he moved from his position of pinning Edward. Couldn't believe this was possible. Edward gave a hiccup through his speech. "I miss this..." Jacob heard the heart wrenching voice. "I miss being human.."

It felt like I was falling- falling and drowning at the same time. I couldn't escape, there was no way... I just didn't want to be alone anymore. But it just seems like I will keep on falling, and falling, and falling further down the hole...

Jack had almost dismembered everything that was from the heylin/xiaolin conflict. He didn't want to leave any memories. With no more Jack-bots, wu, or any invention that had ever been used for the wu scrapped or hidden, he thought he could lead a normal life.

"Hiccup." Said boy stared in utter confusion, staring at his pet. Had he just spoken...? "I did." The oddly soothing tenor voice replied, and that was the last thing Hiccup remembered before his vision turned black.

I couldn't believe it. There was nothing I could see. The color faded from my world, only flashes of light and dark could be seen through my dead eyes.

Have you ever tried to kill yourself inconspicuously?

My head throbs, I stare at the rock thrown at my head. Something snaps in my brain and I remember a Shakespearean play. I roll the jagged rock around my palm before I reach my conclusion: "Since I cannot prove a lover, I am determined to prove a villain."