#thuliro

To be honest, I lost all my Ulrio fake marriage stuff when my computer broke a while ago, and I’m very bad at finding the motivation to rewrite things. Soooo, I’m very sorry, but I don’t have anything at the moment. I really need to sit down and chart it all out again.

I do, however, have a lot of Thulrio. How about the first 200 words of the next chapter? 

The Galra mission came far too soon. Days felt like secondson a countdown to his end. An end that every alpha in the whole damn Garrisonseemed to need to instruct him on. Worst of all, when the flight came, it wasshort. They spent longer getting on the shuttle than they did getting to theGalra ship.

On the way, there was chatter, none to Shiro. He was a lowlyOmega again, too stupid to understand their great minds. Shiro let what was said – implied – wash overhim. He didn’t know these men and mightnever meet them again. None of them really knew what was going to happen.

That was the almost laughable thing, Shiro may have beenrelegated to the bottom of social ladder again, but humanity had just found outit was so unimportant it wasn’t even on the universes ladder, until today, andthese alphas were patting each other on the back for being at the top of thelowest rung.

Shiro straightened out his uniform for the umpteenth time, and peered into his reflexion in the tiny window of Commander Iverson’s office door. He tried to flatten back his gelled hair into something more professional, it didn’t work, he could barely see himself.

 Being called to the commander’s office usually didn’t warrant this level of nerves. It might be nothing. Going over test scores, talking about commendations, or even the fact that he was the one who’d rigged the simulators to yell ‘WASTED’ when someone crashed. That last one was unlikely, Matt had covered his tracks.

 It could also be something. Something huge, and life changing for him, like a place on the Kerberos mission – which he definitely wasn’t aware he was the top runner for. It could even be – and this really was a dream – a place on the Galra peace mission.

 That would be life changing. They’d only discovered them two months ago, and being one of the first humans to ever work with aliens, nothing could compare, but it would never happen.

 He needed to get his head out of the clouds. The Kerberos mission was a great honour, one he was ready and trained for. He was no diplomat, and the Galra mission needed seasoned pilots, not green ones.

 With one last straighten of his uniform, Shiro knocked on the door.

 Commander Iverson’s voice came back instantly, “come in.”

 With what he hoped was easy confidence, Shiro swung open the door, and stepped in.

 Iverson was leaning back in his chair, a pen twisting between his fingers as he looked at Shiro in a way he could only describe as assessing.

 “Take a seat.”

 This wasn’t the atmosphere of successful mission application. Shiro’s heart sank, maybe they had found out about the simulators.

 “You asked for me, Sir.” He took the seat as he spoke.

 “Yes.” Iverson clicked his pen twice. “I have some good new.”

 He leaned forward, chair creaking, and clicked the pen again, placing it down in front of Shiro.

 “About my mission applications?” Shiro ventured, hoping he’d read the room wrong.

 Iverson paused, “yes, it’s a mission.”

 Relief should have washed through Shiro, but something felt wrong. It was in the way Iverson moved, and the slow way he spoke.

 “Kerberos?”

 “No.” Oh, he hadn’t qualified, and Iverson didn’t want to break the bad news. Everything made sense, but that didn’t make it any better.

 “You’re been chosen for the Galra mission,” Iverson spoke again, and Shiro was sure he’d misheard.

 Was...was this a prank? Had the sombre mood all been so he could see Shiro’s delighted face?

 “Really?” He nearly whispered, eyes going wide as his mouth cracked a grin.

 “Yes,” Iverson sat like a statue, “Take off is the 28th. There’s a briefing you have to read,” he tapped a wad of paper next to him that Shiro had assumed was his paperwork, “and a few things you have to sign,” he tapped the adjacent smaller pile, “before you can leave.”

:D

If you want to know about the Thuliro thing it started with this post.

Then I wrote this as an intro thing.

@iamstuckinfandom tagged me for a seven sentence thing. I though it was a good opportunity to share some of my Thuliro fic :)

The rules are as follows: go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge. (not gunna do the last bit.) I’m just going to tag @writtenorrebloggedporn ‘cause they beta read this for me :D (thank you! I’m always grateful for it)

Thace could reason with himself that this was the creature's best chance of survival, but when the small thing stumbled out into the arena, hand raised to block out the glare of the lights, and sword clutched to his chest, Thace's heart wrenched.

He looked lost, no confidence in his stance or shoulders, and as his eyes adjusted to the light he saw Myzax in all his ugly glory. His body froze. He didn't take on a defensive stance or even raise his weapon. Thace’s heart went from wrenching to plummeting as it was clear the little thing didn't know how to fight.