#morvish

T | 3rd | 16k+ | C | AU: Royalty/Fantasy (King and Lionheart) | 5+1  

Your Night Moves by morvish

what an interesting pickle to be in, how did you manage that??

The cavern walls drip water from the sides, seeping in through the sides. Allura hadn’t noticed that before; she hadn’t needed to. But now, as she leans against the wall and the water seeps into a cut on her shoulder, she realizes that may be an error.

Shiro leans over her, neck strained looking at Allura’s cut. His thumb brushes against the edge of it- his human hand, Allura notes- and while Allura doesn’t wince at the prick of pain, Shiro does.

The two of them had needed to find the entrance to a Galra base at the bottom of this planet’s mines, but a cave-in had nearly been the end of them. Allura had shoved Shiro out of the way, just before the walls of the cave collapsed, gaining Shiro safety and herself a gash through her armor and along her shoulder.

“I think you need stitches,” Shiro says.

Allura gives him a hard look, that she hopes doesn’t convey too much confusion. “Stitches?”

A long pause spreads between them, and Shiro says, “Alteans don’t have stitches?”

“Well, we have stitches in clothing,” Allura says evenly. “Unless you’re implying you want to stitch my skin- then- well.”

She stops, as Shiro looks a bit sheepish, and takes his hand away.

“We don’t have stitches,” Allura says, as she realizes that yes, maybe, humans did sew their own skin back together. She shudders at the thought, and expression of horror must be clear, as Shiro seems- almost amused.

Shiro gives her a short smile, before looking back at the cut. “Do you have anything other than healing pods?”

“Of course we do,” she responds. “We typically- use heat, in emergencies, to burn the wound close.”

Shiro nods; humans must use that too, as he doesn’t question it. Then again, if humans utilized sewing to close wounds, she bet they would use anything under their fingertips to stop a wound from bleeding.

He hasn’t said anything, and Allura snaps her eyes shut as water seeps from the wall again. She’s not sure if it’s water- that’s just a guess- but she knows she needs to get the wound closed.

“You arm,” she starts. “You can heat it, right?”

The horror that passes, over Shiro’s face shocks her, his eyes wide and his mouth parted in a sharp intake of breath. He bites the bottom of his lip, then takes his hand away.

“Are you sure…?” he starts, and Allura huffs to cut him off.

“Of course I’m sure. I asked.”

“It might not work,” Shiro says, but reaches to her cut with his hand- his other hand, this time- and touches the tip of the wound. “And it might hurt.”

Allura nods, but Shiro’s arm remains metallic and cold.

“I know you’re worried,” Allura says, “But I’ll be fine. Really.”

THE MUNDANE TIMELOOP AU. i vaguely remember that. or like, i distinctly remember talking about it, but i can't remember what really happened. just it was mundane and sweet

I THINK I YELLED ON TWITTER ABOUT IT. the general gist was just... off the idea of jean having such a boring and a bit lifeless life that he repeats the same monday morning a couple times before realizing he’s in a time loop, and plays off of insecurities/personal failures as he figures out why he’s there and how to get out.... truly my kind of thing. 

phoarda replied to your post “ok ok ur top 5 scenes you've ever written”

OMG THE ABBA TIMELOOP AU I LITERALLY FOUND YOUR POSTS ABOUT IT BY CHANCE YESTERDAY....I LOVE

THANK YOU... im laughing at the coincidence, and @ both of you pointing out the mundane timeloop AU. the one AU that was really solid. the last snk thing I regret never comitting to. (actually, baseball AU stands in there too, but. two regrets.) 

OHHH MAN OKAY i have decided to do like, quotes ad scenes for this. and not like, full scenes in how i think of scenes which are full on sections. 

5. from shroedinger’s WIP, i think i already sent this to you but i really deeply enjoy it. 

It felt like ages ago, when all he wanted to do is be here; to see the sun like an outsider, to reach the fringe of the solar system and prove his worth. Now he wanted nothing more for the sun to shine bright and familiar, instead of cold and distant.

The sun looked like a star from here; a close one, but still a star. It glimmered on the cusp of Lance’s vision, closer than it had been since he left on the Blue Lion, but still too far to be recognizable.

4. from another WIP, this one dead in the ground. the introduction of the mundane timeloop JM WIP from ages ago. this is actually the mock summary i made (lol but i like it too so i’m posting. whatever. it’s dead in the ground.), the actual scene i’m looking at and it’s a lot longer so i won’t copy paste it all here, but it was just such a monday scene. set to ABBA of course like, you can’t get any better than time loops with inescapable ABBA. 

Jean Kirstein understands Monday, February 2nd, 2009 very well. He understands that he’ll be woken up at six AM sharp by the blaring tune of “The Winner Takes It All”; he understands that his shampoo will be nearly out in the morning; he understands that the bus will be twenty minutes late. The one thing he just doesn’t understand is how to get out of Monday, February 2nd, 2009, because it’s been Monday, February 2nd, 2009 for quite some time, and he has no idea why.

3. now to the actual published scenes. and also, the longer ones i won’t copy paste. (lol.) give and take, entirety of chapter two’s awkward TV bonding scene. i think chapter one ALSO had an awkward TV bonding scene? man i should relook at that but also i don’t want to it’s been too long. anyway that was fun to write i basically built up to that one. h/c scenes are probably always near the top of my favorite scenes. 

2. FROM THE NEWEST FIC THE ENTIRE ELEVATOR SCENE i got so excited about the elevator scene that i sent you the elevator scene BEFORE I HAD FINISHED and before it was even set in stone that it would appear. actually, though, let’s be real i would have plowed down mountains to justify that scene after i thought of it. it was just too funny for me to pass up. 

1. this bit i still love. i love space ships 

With some jostling and shoving, both of them entered the ship. It wasn’t as big as Lance had remembered it, but maybe reeling in the size of the space bay had ruined his sense of scale.

The ship itself, while looking pristine and intimidating from the outside, held itself together at the seams. Wires twisted around mish-matched parts, keeping them in while cackling with unprotected electricity. It was a step below being held together with duct tape; there was no duct tape, or glue, or anything unnecessary binding it together, just luck and moving parts.

There were a couple times, when Shiro almost said something, but didn’t. Allura could see it on his face, lips pursed and expression marked with dawning realization, but nothing came off the tip of his tongue. The expression would pass, and he’d shake his head and continue on with whatever they were talking about.

It confused her. It even annoyed her. Mostly, though, it sat under her skin like a bad itch. Shiro was entitled to his own secrets, as much as the rest of them- maybe even more than the rest of them, given his circumstances- but this didn’t seem like a haunting of a secret, instead something he wanted to say but never did.

Above all else, Allura was curious. This was unprecedented behavior, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.