It started with a playground.
A rusty swing, aged and creaky, in the middle of an abandoned school that had once stood tall.
Legs high in the air.
Smiles and laughs rang around the desolate area, the brown grass and muddied cement.
The rain was pouring, and hands shared warmth, the wind just a breeze to them, the night just a blanket.
The building wailed, the sky cried, the fire roared, and they just smiled.
or
the one where lance likes to hide up in space, and percy loves tag.
So, I haven't technically completed my Ocean Blues story, but I did kill off my main characters, and I ended up, but I didn't. Do you know what I mean? probably not. I have to go through, fix all errors, remove some stuff, and then I can complete it, but after that, I plan to start my Pipabeth story, but this one takes priority.
and as usual, you can only see the story's relationship to the title if you squint.
Hope you enjoy.
Thank you to space dad, thanks for getting me into Voltron. My best friend, who's ideas died with our friendship and to my big sister, because no matter how much you hate me, I'll continue to love you.
This story is for you guys.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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