Keith and Lance-

The chilling winds of New York tore at the couple as they stood under the awning of the warm hotel. Lance squeezed Keith's hand tight, before looking down at him. "You ready?" 

Keith took another glance at the perfect white snow as it fell innocently onto the covered sidewalk. "Yes." He said. 

Without a moments hesitation Lance ran from the dry doorway into the soft snow storm, the wind blowing. Keith ran after him, their fingers still intertwined with gloves. The park that was usually bright with green grass was a stark white, the snow covering the trees and still falling. Keith watched the snow fall slowly onto Lance's nose.

"So." Lance said, catching his breath. He grinned and held out his long arms in a wide gesture to the snow. "What do you think?" Keith bit his lip and pulled his arms tighter around his waist. 

"Well." He shrugged. "Its cold."

Lance laughed, the snow rolling down his pink cheeks as the laugh came abruptly, bubbling up. It was loud, and childish and so utterly Lance. His freckles seemed to dance across his nose as his eyes closed, and he reached around Keith's waist to pull him close. 

"Is this better?" He asked as he hugged Keith and kissed his red nose. Keith smiled, placing his head on Lances chest.

"It's perfect." 

Lance hummed. "I try." Keith nodded closing his eyes. 

Lance moved his feet in a small pattern, waiting for Keith to catch on, humming to a song in his head. Keith held onto Lance, moving slowly in the stiff snow.

The two danced in circles, the snow falling on them, eyes closed, hearts in sync. They danced to a song only they could hear.

"I love you." Keith said into Lance's coat.

Keith couldn't see it, but Lance smiled. "Love you more."

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Lance teamed up with Dayak to spread the net reduction program across the nation, and started websites and systems to help it reach worldwide. With Keith's help, their ideas spread to nations all across the world. Keith couldn't change into one, but he knew he was helping sirens everywhere. He lived happily with Lance in Florida, and they grew old together, watching the stars.

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If you wish, listen to this song during this section, and turn back to original song ^^ at the top when beginning next section. If you wish. 

https://youtu.be/zUZTwKTPAPA

Shiro and Adam-

The clear Carribean waters rushed as Grygans tail fluttered, his face bright with a full smile. He couldn't contain his excitement. "I love weddings!!!!" He said, grinning. His fellow Councillors laughed. 

They sat idly next to the families of the grooms. Adam had insisted he hadn't wanted his parents there, but Shiro claimed it'd be better. He had to stop running, or in their case swimming, away. 

Adam hadn't spoken with them when they arrived, their onyx stones glittering from Trigel's programming. Their eyes almost glowed with anticipation. But Adam wouldn't look at them. 

"Alright, it's time." Alfor said. The guest list was small, Adam and Shiro didn't want many people to attend, despite the requests from citizens of Atlantis, and sirens from other waters. Other than the Council and their families, only two other sirens were invited.

Lotor sat with his mother behind the Council, the now common smile on his face, Haggars hair brushed for the first time in years.

Shiro floated in patience behind the shimmering wall of colorful coral, waiting for Alfor to announce that he could swim to the alter. It was tradition for siren weddings to have the sirens to swim from separate areas at the same time, to come together at the alter. To come together as one. 

His heart was racing, for the first in a long time. He could see the Council, Trigel eyeing Blaytz, who was looking slightly mischievous. Gyrgan still grinning, almost bouncing with excitement. He could see his parents, his mother looking beautiful, her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders and around her opal tail, her green eyes soft. His father looked alert, as always, his broad shoulders back, dark brown eyes flickering, taking in every detail, his fingers lay fidgeting on his gray tail until his wife pulled them near, clasping their hands together. He smiled in thanks. 

They're nervous too. This is normal. Just breathe. Yeah. Take a deep breath and-

Alfor's strong voice broke his concentration, and soon he felt the currents pulling him forward, out of his hiding spot. He swam slowly towards Alfor, who watched with a huge smile as Shiro came closer to the alter and looked for-

Adam. Adam was actually grinning, clearly not as nervous as Shiro had been. He swam to the alter with his eyes shining, and he was grinning. The smile made Shiro's heart melt, and swept away all his doubt. 

He was in love with this bold siren and wouldn't change a thing. 

He just wished Keith was there to see it. 

Adam held out his hand, and Shiro didn't hesitate to take it, as they pulled each other closer and closer. Adam waited for Shiro's dark eyes to follow his gaze, until he finally looked right at him. 

"We gather here to unite two beautiful sirens in the bonds of matrimony." Alfor started, his voice soft and kind, addressing everyone present, though Shiro and Adam could barely hear him. 

"Adam," Alfor started. Adam didn't look away. "Do you take this siren to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in woe, for rich or poor, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both live?" 

Adam smiled, that rare small smile Shiro had fallen in love with. "I do." 

Gyrgan practically bit through his tongue. 

"Shiro," Alfor took a deep breath as he repeated the short, loving speech. "Do you take this siren to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in woe, for rich or poor, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both live?" 

Shiro didn't hesitate, gripping Adams hands tighter. "I do." 

Alfor grinned. "By the power vested in me by Atlantis, I now pronounce you happily married." Gyrgan was grinning now. "You may now kiss the groom." 

Adam pulled Shiro into the kiss, short and sweet, like the meaningful speech they had both abided by. The pressure of spending the rest of their lives together had sunk in, they were ecstatic. 

"I've been waiting for this day for so long Takashi." Adam whispered, their words for them only with their foreheads connected.

Shiro smiled. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I was patient. I waited."

Shiro kissed him again. "I'm glad you did." 

Gyrgan was clapping hard, his strong hands creating powerful currents around him. Tears streamed down his face. 

Adams parents waited as Shiro and Adam were congratulated by everyone- hugs and formal words of congrats from the Council, words of polite thanks and joy from Haggar and Lotor, and the long tearful speech Shiro's mom had for them both.

"Okay Adria," Shiro's dad placed a rough hand on his wife's shoulder. "I think they get it." 

Adria laughed, her face glowing despite all her tears. "I'm just so happy!" She wailed, falling into Shiro's arms, before pulling Adam in too. 

Finally, Adam and Shiro were alone. Standing by the alter whispering, bodies close. Adams dad grabbed his wife's small hand and started towards their son.

Ten years.

It'd been ten years. 

"Adam." His father spoke softly, but his voice held clear authority. 

Adam turned towards his parents, standing there, and he didn't feel fear.

"We understand if you don't want to see us." His mother said. "But we wanted you to know, no matter what, we are proud of you, and we love you. More than you could ever imagine. And we always will. We are happy for you."

"Both of you." His father added in, smiling at Shiro.

Shiro smiled back, but it wasn't his place to step in. 

Adam bit his lip, he'd been holding back all his emotion towards his parents for years. Years. The anger, pain, fear...

He let it go.

He collapsed into their arms, the tears falling freely onto his mothers blouse. 

"I love you too."

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Now would be a good time to switch to the song at the very top if you wanted, :D also how is it so far? :)

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Hunk-

Hunk had moved in with Shay a few months after Keith became human permanently, and her brother was back on track. For the most part at least, and he set out to get a job and move in with his own girlfriend, Peyton. After he was out, Hunk helped rearrange the place to just how Shay liked it. How she had always wanted it. 

Hunk's catering business had skyrocketed, and his usual customers were asking for more. 

You should make a resturaunt! That way I can bring my family around and my mother in law can stop telling me my microwave is broken!

Omg you're muffins are to die for! I even got my son to stop eating his rain boots!

Hunk, you should set your eyes on bigger things. You've been doing this for years, and the community loves you. It wouldn't be long before business was booming! Not to rush you, but we would all love it. And imagine, if I were to move to I don't know...Canada! And came back home, other than seeing my mother and dusty grandpa you would be a huge part of what home is to me....

Some were short and sweet, some a little disturbing, but in general they were all making his heart flutter. Shay liked to call it his 'fan mail' and it clogged his email. He was glad so many people enjoyed his food, and he had been thinking of starting a restaurant, but it'd be so hard.

The savings, and hiring.. That was only the beginning. And he didn't think he was ready for it all. 

But he wasn't alone.

He sent out a message on his website saying he would be looking for anyone who wanted to look into helping with his upcoming resturaunt.

His fan mail tripled. Every day he got nearly a thousand messages. Lance and Keith helped him out if he needed any money at any time, young teens spread the word of his business, and ordinary people volunteered for the construction.

After almost a year of contracts, and a ton of planning, Hunk felt he was ready for construction. His friends helped, along with the community and customers he'd had for years. 

The resturaunt was at the center of town, which had taken a lot of persuasion and money. It's brick and glass exterior, and warm lights gave the place a sweet homey feel. Hunk named it 'H&S' for Hunk and Shay, of course. 

Shay was his partner, and together, they got through the late nights of paperwork and the long days of orders. Hunk kept the catering business up, and hired teens looking for extra money to drive the van around. Like his previous customers had predicted, his business was booming. 

He was beyond happy. 

Shay ran the bakery, and H&S became a family resturaunt/cafe/hang out spot. 

Two days were never the same, with mothers and crying babies, old couples, tourists, loud teens, large families, and couples on first dates. It kept Hunk on his toes. 

~~~~~~~

"That's the last of it." Shay said, wiping down the counter, flour and water droplets everywhere. 

Hunk smiled. "Another day, another-" he glanced at her to finish.

She turned, her brown curls bouncing as she laughed. "Mess. You're so lame." She chuckled, throwing her wad of paper towels at him.

They lost momentum, and quickly fell towards the ground. Hunk grinned. "But I thought you loved me."

Shay nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I do." Hunk smiled again.

"Awww you're so sweet."

He pulled her into a hug, their messy aprons pushing up against one another. 

"Thank you Hunk." She whispered.

"For what?" 

"Being you. Just promise me you'll never change."

Hunk kissed her forehead. "I promise, for you."

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Romelle-

She waited for Luke to arrive, sitting on her ripped couch picking at loose threads from her sweater. She had realized there was a good chance Luke was cheating on her two weeks after all her friends had started pointing out the signals to her. 

It had been the fourth time in one week where he couldn't show up. He postponed the same date with lame excuses like 'Oh I'm sick' 'My mom's sick' 'Sister is sick' like Romelle was too dumb to remember the rest of his family was in England still. 

She had cried for a few days straight and didn't have to worry about him seeing her like this, disraught and drained, because he wouldn't show up anyway. 

"Uh, hi Romelle." It was Luke. Romelle looked up at him.

He looked pitiful, his clear blue eyes looked almost gray and his sandy blond hair was dirty. 

"Luke." She nodded. "Sit." 

He blinked at her, his mouth slightly open before sitting in the recliner chair on the other side of the cluttered coffee table. 

"So." She said, glaring at him. She naturally wore a pleasant facial expression so she had to muster enough anger to seem menacing. 

But she was mostly sad.

"Where have you been?? You don't answer my calls, you can't ever show up because you always have a lame excuse. You don't text me back! I mean honestly I think you're cheating. I don't even know what made you show up this time." She crossed her arms. 

"Explain." 

Luke squirmed in the chair. "I came because I have something to tell you Melles." 

"Uh uh. You don't get to call me that." She frowned. "Not now."

He grimaced. "Th-thats fair. I guess nows a  good time to tell you why I've been so distant.."

"Oh goodie." She rolled her eyes. "Spill."

He took a deep breath which only made Romelle angrier. 

"I've been ignoring you because..." He wiped his hands on his jeans. 

"I'm gay."

Romelle's heart stopped. "What do you mean you're gay?"

He fidgeted. "I mean I'm gay. I didn't know until recently I met this guy and well..."

Romelle blinked back tears. "Are you guys..like..together..or.."

"Oh no no. He works at the local coffee shop. The one across from my apartment. I haven't talked to him yet but I spend a lot of time there..."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry, I should've told you. I've thought I might be gay my entire life, I never really felt attracted to any woman, though you're gourgeous."

"Mhm." Romelle sighed. "I might regret this but.."

"I forgive you."

"What." Luke's face brightened.

"Yeah. I get it, you were probably like 'She's cute we should date.' But in the back of your head like 'crap I still feel empty' and then you saw him and you were like 'Shit im gay.' Totally normal." 

Luke laughed, that laugh Romelle loved. But she pushed her feelings away. "So what does he look like?" She sat closer. 

Luke blushed and hesitated before giving her a good image of what his crush looked like.

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"Hate to say I told you so." Pidge said, on her tiptoes to place a hand on Romelle's shoulder.

"Good comforting." Keith noted. Pidge laughed.

"It doesn't matter, I don't feel that bad. I kinda wanna help him get with the guy." Romelle laughed.

Coran shook his head. "First Lotor and now this..."

Lance laughed. "You both failed in Coranic's eyes." 

Coran turned red. "That's not what I said now-"

"Its okay. We kinda did." Allura shrugged. 

"Yeah." Romelle said. "But it's good. I think I'm going to put my dating days behind me-"

Matt snorted. 

Romelle glared before continuing. "And start an art studio." 

"Really now." Pidge said, slightly amused.

"Yeah! It'll take time of course, but I'll save money from my novels I'll start-"

"Novels?" Keith questioned.

"She has been writing romance novels for a few years now." Allura said.

"They're not that bad." Hunk added.

"Thats adorable." Lance teased. 

Romelle blushed. "I got an editor! And in enough time..."

Coran nodded. "It's not a bad idea Melle. You should look into it."

"Yeah." Hunk smiled. "We can all help, after all you helped so much with H&S me and Shay wouldn't leave you like that."

Lance nodded. "Sounds like a plan." He grinned.

"Can I meet Luke?" Keith asked.

"Ooh Keith knows your ex is gay and is alert now? A little sus." Allura laughed. 

"Uh." Keith frowned.

Lance pulled him closer. "Hey! I'm right here! That's not what you meant right?" 

Keith chuckled. "Of course not."

Pidge whispered in Romelle's ear. "Make sure your boy Luke doesn't turn all mushy like them." She pointed to Keith and Lance.

Romelle laughed. "Sure thing."

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Pidge-

"Alright class, lets look at some augmented and virtual reality?" Pidge announced to her rowdy class. 

The divided class spoke out in grumbles and grins as they opened their thin laptops.

It was Pidge's first year as a professor at the Garrison, and she loved it. After graduating she realized her passion was a subtle mix between science and teaching. 

She went back to school to get a degree in teaching and then set out. She helped a lot with Lance and Keith's program because teaching didn't pay a lot. But she managed.

"Psh this augmented shit won't get us anywhere." A loud mouthed messy haired student retorted.

"That mouth of yours definitley won't get you any farther." Pidge called.

He frowned as the crowd laughed. "I'm just trying to help you, this information can get you very far in life."

"Didn't seem to take you anywhere."

Pidge smiled. "I'm farther along than you aern't I? And for your information my brother and I both have close connections with NASA. Both of our parents worked there as we grew up."

He scoffed. "And?"

"And you have extra homework now smart ass." She smiled.

He rolled his eyes. "I don't have to do it."

"Don't have to get an education either, or a job, or a home... You might want one though." She placed the packet on his desk, and it landed with a loud *thunk*. 

The class continued to snicker as he flipped her off. She didn't turn around. 

"I want the essay handwritten too since you want to be funny." She added, still without turning around. 

He slumped in his chair, defeated and Pidge turned around looking smug as the bell rang.

She was collecting her papers, ready to meet Hunk for lunch when someone tapped her shoulder.

It was a student of her's- a shy girl that didn't answer questions aloud but always did well on papers. 

"Hi." She said quietly.

Pidge looked up at her and smiled. "Hey, need something?"

The girl fidgeted. "Actually, I was just wondering something..."

"Yes?"

"How do you do it?" Her eyes were wide.

Pidge laughed. "Do what..?"

"I don't know, teach such an insane class and keep a smile on your face. Keep us in check and still have us all passing...just..how?"

Pidge chuckled. "Wine and Netflix, that's how. Without that, I'm sure I would've blown you all up." 

The girl laughed. 

"But seriously I love teaching and I wouldn't give you guys up for the world. No matter how difficult it gets."

"You're the smartest person I know." The girl said blushing.

Pidge smiled. "Thank you, thats really sweet."

She nodded. "No problem. Well, bye now." 

She smiled again before quickly leaving the warm classroom. Pidge smiled to herself. 

"I'm the smartest person she knows." She laughed to herself as she walked out of the classroom. 

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Matt-

"You've been chosen based on your summer course for one of the few spots as a mechanical engineer for NASA. Will you accept?" Matt listened to the voicemail message on repeat as he strolled down the hot Texas roads with Kinkade and James in the backseats.

"Alright, you got one of the final spots wo-hoo. Can we listen to like the radio now??" James asked playing with his window again.

Matt shook his head. "No...this is legendary."

"Matt, you've known for months now. Why are you still suprised??" 

*Slight Static* "You've been chosen based on your summer course for one of the few spots as a mechanical engineer for NA-"

"Enough." Kinkade said, after snatching Matt's phone from his loose grip.

"Thank God." James sighed.

Matt frowned. "Hey!"

"Dude, just drive." James said.

Matt gripped the steering wheel. The message still played in his mind though.

All he had ever wanted in his entire life were three things- perfect beautiful things in his mind-

1. To work at NASA, or at least be apart of it like his parents had been

2. To be a mechanical engineer, which he had known since kindergarten

3. To marry Beyonce

The third he was still working on but maybe Jay-Z would just let him maybe...

Okay maybe that dream was too far in the clouds. But now? He'd be working for the stars. 

He could remember the engineer coming to career day at his school in kindergarten, and he could remember fixing Pidge's robot Rover when she dropped it down the gutter. He remembered how he felt on top of the world.

He remembered scrolling through the NASA website and images for hours and watching their programs on Sunday nights. 

His life now.

Getting settled would still take months, before he would be a professional, but he was only 26, he had time. 

"Scooch to the left." Kinkade said. He held up his phone, poised at Matt's grinning face, a half done rocket standing tall behind him. 

Kinkade took the shot. Matt changed his position, and held out his hands as if he was holding the rocket in the palm of his hands.

James chuckled. "So lame."

But Matt felt like he was on the moon. 

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Allura-

The rain pounded heavily against the window of the small flower shop as Allura sat behind the cool counter, staring at the bright screen in front of her.

She was staring at the travel company website. Hunk had told her about it a few weeks ago.

Keith and Lance had their buisness, Hunk and Shay had their resturaunt, Matt was in Houston, Pidge had her classes and Romelle her books...Allura felt like she was at a standstill.

She wanted to take her flower buisness to the next level and she wanted to travel. She always had but now more than ever. 

The company had a buisness contract she could agree to- which would allow her to take her work with her all over the world and travel for free. When she came back home though, 30% of her income would go to the company. With that, she would be partnering with an event planning company that would pay for her bouquets. 

She spent hours at night making them, her being a perfectionist only making them look better. 

Now, she had the chance to go out into the world and spread her ideas. Her friends encouraged her.

But she was stalling.

What if she was needed here? If they wanted her advice or Romelle needed a job again or Coran got sick....

She sighed, she couldn't seem to escape her own thoughts.

She glanced up at the contract again. That she had already filled out. 

She took a deep breath.

She pressed submit.

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The frigid breeze of Montreal swept back her loose braid as she wandered into a warm coffee shop, her bag of petals on her shoulder. 

She was making a giant wreath for the owner of the shop, just a request after he had seen her skills. 

Of course she said yes.

She had chosen the native blue vervain- its coarse indigo petals matching the shop and owner perfectly.

She was almost done, with a few flowers left, an inch or two of the wreath to do. 

She'd been in Montreal for two weeks, after her brief trip to New York. Nothing out of the ordinary back at home had happened and she was glad. She had even been offered a partnership in New York for a flower arrangment buisness. She had agreed.

She felt good as she finished the wreath, her hot coffee drained and started to the back of the shop. 

"Mr. Eran?.." She asked quietly as she walked behind the counter.

The young man with dark hair and light eyes smiled at her. "Yeah?" 

"I finished the wreath. Did you wanna see it..?"

He grinned. "Yeah, show me!"

She pulled it from behind her back and his face brightened. "Oh-wow that's..."

"Its incredible- you're incredible." He blushed. "I-i mean-"

She laughed. "Thank you. Here, take it." 

She handed the wreath over before walking out quickly.

He frowned, turning over the beautiful peice of art in his hands. A sticky-note fell off, fluttering slowly to the ground.

He picked it up to see...

Her number. He grinned.

Allura crossed the street, smiling at the single indigo petal in her fingers.

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Coran Coran The Gourgeous Man-

"The theater is closed." Romelle said, dropping her car keys on the kitchen counter.

Coran frowned. "In the name of Alfor..."

"Yeah Yeah I know...its bad. You should make a stand." Romelle smirked.

Coran grinned. "Maybe I will." 

His little shop had been losing a lot of customers and declining rapidly, and since he was working on a retirement plan still, he needed an income.

So he took up acting.

It was a small theater a few miles from his house- it showcased readers theater for kids 5-13 on Friday nights, but what they got a huge audience for was the free skits.

They were written by random people and played by random people. Coran had been apart of the program for a few months before actually getting a job there. 

And now it was set up for foreclosure.

He was shocked. And then angry. And then slightly depressed.

When his days at work were slow he went to practice his dancing and singing and literally anything. It was his home away from home.

He pulled up his emails.

He would have to get an army to back him up. 

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His colleagues from the theater immediatley responded. Like him, they were outraged with the closing. But no one knew what to do.

It was Romelle's idea to storm the office of the foreclosures.

She looked all the information up and everything.

And Coran didn't have much trouble getting his friends on board.

It was settled- and at 4 p.m on a hot Wednesday, they all piled into their cars and headed to the building.

The office was on the third floor, and it took a lot of distracting to sneak Coran and Romelle up there.

They knocked.

And knocked.

And knocked.

Until finally,  a tall slender man came out looking tired. "Uh, who are you?" He asked.

"Im Coran, and this is my neice Romelle. I have been working with the Theater you're closing down-"

"Ohhh. Gosh darn. Suzy said you might show up." He held up a hand. "Let me guess. You don't want us to close it down?" His voice seemed to drone on. 

"Yes sir." Coran stood tall.

"Hm." The man nodded. "Let me see." 

He turned around and turned back. "Yeah no. Sorry. Its a done deal, no one even shows up anymore. It'll turn into a nice Gym."

"A gym?? Are you kidding me??" Romelle asked, her hands flailing.

Coran walked up close to him. "You listen here. My uncle would never stand for such disrespect! So I demand you to shut this down immediat-"

"Oh I'm shutting this down. You two,  right now." He snapped his fingers. "Security!" He called down the hall.

Two bulky men came up and snatched them up. Romelle kicked and flailed but quickly gave up while Coran pumped his long legs all the way downstairs.

He joined his colleagues on the hot pavement.

"Bad idea." Coran said. "But I have another!"

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It was readers theater night, also the night the business men in their black suits would come to finally close the deal. All performances had been cancelled.

But Coran changed that. The man that kicked him out had said no one goes there anymore. But that was a lie. 

So Coran decided to show him just how important the theater was to the kids. And to him.

When the cars pulled up the kids were already in place, scripts memorized. 

It was more kids than usual, friends and family members in the age group had come and were willing to learn the script in only a few days. It was impressive.

But not to the foreclosures.

"What is this??" The first man exclaimed when he entered. 

He turned on the guy beside him. "I told you to tell Dave to have all performances cancelled!"

He flinched. "I-i did."

"We invited everyone back. To show you how important the theater is to us." Coran called out.

"I'm not here for a show-"

"Well you're gonna get one." Romelle laughed.

The kids began the play, props and everything in perfect fashion. The original Little Red Riding Hood. And then Hansel and Gretel. 

Meanwhile Coran forced all the men to watch, against their will.

Halfway through the show their shoulders relaxed. 

The kids bowed at the end, their parents clapping and cheering, the men looking nervous.

"This doesn't change anything." Said the tall slender man again. "We still need paperwork and-"

"Look at those faces." Coran said. "Don't dissapoint them." The kids, right on cue, began to pout and cry.

He frowned. "I mean it isn't about them.."

"What do your men think you should do?" 

He looked down at the row of men who fidgeted. "Well! What do you all think?"

They didn't answer.

"Speak!" He boomed impatiently.

One man spoke. "I think we should uhr..pass up on this one boss. There's other lots we could use.."

The others nodded. 

"Well..guess it's settled." Romelle smiled.

"Wha-no." The boss retorted. "This goes on. I need-"

"To think about what you're doing." One of the men said. "There's other places to use. This isn't the one."

His face twitched and he groaned. "Fineeeeee." He whined. He glared at Coran and Romelle before leaving. The kids cheered.

"Good work old man." Romelle laughed, patting Coran on the back. 

"I'm not old, its just a measly case of the heebie-jeebies."

He turned to the kids. "You owe this all to Coran Coran the Gourgeous Man!" 

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Lotor and Haggar-

Both of them would wake up in the middle of the night- a habit due to checking for unwelcome sea creatures searching for food in the night.

But they were safe now.

They lived in Atlantis, in the heart of the city. The Council was friendly and checked on them every other day.

But the community wasn't all that welcoming.

They liked to call them Ka i'a make, Hawaiian for 'Dead Fish'. They beleived Lotor and Haggar had rotted in their cave during banishment.

Many avoided them, feeling their youth weren't safe around such 'criminals' despite the Council's approval.

It was hard- being in public was a nightmare and sometimes they almost wished they were back at the cave. Sometimes.

But they had each other. 

And that was all they needed.

It took almost a full year before a citizen even spoke to them.

They were swimming home from a gathering in the market- The Council had announced a new treaty with northern sirens that had gone rogue. It was a huge accomplishment from a political standpoint, but it also opened the eyes of the citizens.

Sirens didn't always stay bad. Change was possible.

Many felt Keith had set their world to it's doom when he sent Lotor and Haggar back, pleading for a second chance, but a few realized the good he was doing.

"Excuse me." 

Lotor turned to look at the small siren, smaller than a child though she was clearly older than he was.

Her back arched painfully but she smiled. "I live a few waves down from you and well I was wondering..." 

She seemed to steel herself.

"If you would want to share a meal with me and my family?" 

Lotor shared a look with his mother.

Both of them were suprised, having nearly given up on the community accepting them.

But maybe one was all it took.

After eating with the siren and her family, it wasn't long before the entire city began trying to get to know them.

Some didn't, but at least they spoke to them.

Lotor and Haggar weren't invisible.

Not anymore.