#also uh BEST FUCKING SHIRO MOMENTS ACTUALLY
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May fuck around and rewatch season one and two of voltron because damn if those episodes haven't stuck with me
#also uh BEST FUCKING SHIRO MOMENTS ACTUALLY#the mall episode is so fucking fun#and like i swear they never mention anything about shiro being the champion after season 2#i could be wrong tho#bc I've always found it interesting how haggar and sendak call him that#it's fucked up no doubt but it's still interesting?#anyways if sendaks says anything in season 7. didn't watch. so i got no fucking clue#losing my mind over shiro actually#THERE'S JUST SO MUCH TO THIS MAN AND HE'S GREAT#God and shiro and the black lion BONDING!!! how shiro actually respects the lion!!! and how black saves him!!!! they heal together!!!#or how he worries that he isn't worthy of being a paladin? that he's actually a monster due what the galra empire did to him?#tbh i got the vibes of faking it till you make it. as long as you seem to know what you're doing people will follow#like guys. he's 25. he doesn't have everything figured out but by God you'll think he does#he's obviously knowledgeable and responsible but like. that's the vibe he wants to give off#there's no way he'd seem so put together without the others there#THE AWE IN HIS EYES WHEN HE FIRST SEES THE BLACK LION
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could we get some allura & lance friendship prompts? i LOVED your other ones btw 💖💖💖💖
HI I'm sorry this took forever I have honestly no idea why bc I adore these two and I ADORE this prompt so my brain should not have shut down the way it did. anywayz to make up for the wait i tried to make this a bit longer than my usual posts :) I hope you like it!
(also, as usual, everything here I came up with myself, and if there's any similarity to someone elses post I apologise and promise it wasn't intentional)
now without further ado,
Lance and Allura!
similar to lance and pidge, the two are decidedly Not close in the beginning
i had an entire thing about how i imagine they became friends at first written out, but it was a tad too long and i didn't want to clog up the post with too much exposition. so instead, let's just skip forward and get into their dynamic after they become buddies :) (however, if anyone wants to see the backstory I would not be opposed)
although he no longer has a crush on her, lance makes it a point to hype her up as much as he possibly can
at first allura was confused, because she thought it was him trying to flirt with her still, but once she understood what was going on she was more than willing to join in
lance when allura completely destroys the training droid: WOWZA ladies and gentlemen of the jury may I present to you the icon the legend the moment herself her royal highness princess allura of altea!!!!! if you thought that was impressive just WAIT till she gets warmed up because this is just the beginning!!! she can even do it in heels-
shiro: lance, please focus, this is really important that we-
allura: no no, shiro, please. let him finish.
they both show their friendship in slightly different ways. lance's way is that he is physically incapable of not humouring the princess
allura when lance shows her his cartwheel: incredible!!!!!!! i have never been more impressed in my life!!! do you think you could do it in heels??
lance: uhhh. y'know princess I'm really loving the faith, but-
allura: :)?
lance:.... what if you don't have my size?
lance fractured his ankle. allura has yet to stop apologising.
allura's way is definitely safer, but it's also a lot more... cluttered. to say the least.
allura, returning from a recon mission with a tiny bag filled with what looks like tiny, glittery dinosaur figurines made of glass: lance! look at what i bought for you!
lance, taking one look at the contents of the bag: wow, 'lurra, this is… so nice of you
allura: lance, are you. are you crying?
lance (definitely crying): what? NO! of course not!! I'm just. allergic, to. uh. oxygen.
allura: what.
allura never had any siblings back on altea, but she always wanted them
this, paired with how much lance misses his own family, means that the two of them kind of gravitate towards each other in terms of siblinghood.
as a child allura would imagine what it would be like to have siblings, but especially a twin. she would fall asleep to dreams of secret handshakes, finishing each other's sentences, and swapping places to trick people
she doesn't realise the brother she has found in lance until a long time after they've become close (how would she recognise a dynamic she has never been privy to?)
this realisation happens on just a random day in the castleship lounge. she is talking to hunk, when suddenly lance, who she didn't even realise was listening to their conversation, butts in and finishes her sentence.
she's annoyed at being interrupted at first, but then what happened sinks in, and suddenly she's fighting off tears. lance doesn't know why she's crying, but he hugs her anyway.
the two of them match accessories a lot
with allura's love of pretty things (and the abundance of stuff in her closet) paired with lance's natural dramatics, nobody else on the team is entirely sure of whether this is intentional or not.
it started off as intentional. it is now second nature.
one decision, however, was completely planned and thought out for exactly twenty minutes, and then deeply regretted by both parties for the next 48 hours
allura pierced lance's ears
now before you get judgemental, you try making a smart decision at two am space-time while very giddy and slightly buzzing on some weird old alien candy that not even your resident alien is sure the ingredients of. then talk to me.
pidge: okay so you're gonna need a needle, ice, and… yeah I'm pretty sure that's it
lance: don't we need a potato too
pidge: … why the fuck would you need a potato
lance: I dunno!!! my sister pierced her friend's ears one time and she mentioned a potato!!! I'm just trying to make sure everything goes well, pidge!
allura: I love these earth customs you two are showing me!! when I got my ears pierced it was done with some kind of laser, but your way sounds much more fun :).
allura: also, what is a "potato" and where can we find one?
it goes about as well as you would expect
the excited buzz on lance lasts about three ticks into the process, and then the screaming starts
pidge (the genius who came up with the idea) gives him some altean taffy to chew on to stop him from making too much noise, and allura, the angel, is babbling right along with him
allura, with tears in her eyes: how was I supposed to know it was going to hurt mine didn't hurt well it was 10,000 years ago and I was very young altean children don't have very strong pain receptors you know, maybe that's why my parents had it done at that age, or maybe your people are just completely barbaric, who thought this would be a good idea?? pidge why did you suggest this poor lonce is in tears lonce I'm so sorry but if it's any consolation at all at least now your ears won't be nearly as hideous as before and you can borrow as many of my earrings as you want except for the sparkly green ones that dangle those are my favourite well they're actually my second favourite I'm wearing my favourite - you can't borrow those either, by the way, but you can have any of the others I promise
lance, also crying and still chewing the altean taffy: hhb, llura yub domf hoff do bologuys, ss long'ss yub sanstsd thu niddle frst
allura (who did not remember to sanitize the needle), now crying freely: I don't understand what you're saying
(pidge records the entire thing)
the next day lance wakes up with ears that are very sore and slightly green, and allura faints
they spend the entire morning avoiding shiro in case they get in trouble and trying to figure out how to get the healing pods to work
lance: what do you mean you don't know allura you literally lived in one of these
allura: I was asleep the whole time!!! don't put this on me!!
lance: don't put- you are the one that pierced my ears, allura, of course it's on you!
coran, who has been watching this entire interaction in silence: oh, I thought i noticed something different about you, number three!
lance and allura: [screaming]
coran helps them set up the healing pod
unfortunately lance has to take the earrings out, so the holes close back up, but fortunately coran just so happens to know how to pierce ears the correct way that they did on altea
lance, after half a day in the healing pod, watching coran advance upon him with a literal handheld flamethrower that shoots lasers: is it too late to go back to the ear infection
coran is surprisingly very adept at the skill of altean beautification (an activity that has a surprisingly long and rich backstory, which lance and allura get an in-depth lesson on for the hour that it takes to do lance's ears properly)
they're exhausted afterwards, but lance looks great, so they're in good moods regardless
they like to teach each other about things from their respective planets - both for fun, and because it helps them feel less homesick
whenever allura is particularly down about the loss of altea, lance will visit her in her room, and the two of them will just lie together on her bed.
they don't say much, most of the time, just link their pinkies together and stare at the ceiling
when they do talk, it's quiet, and always allura who starts it - she might share something she remembers about altea, and lance listens quietly and then responds with something he misses about cuba
it isn't always sad tho - sometimes they just talk about things they remember that pop into their heads, or explain things to each other that they wouldn't otherwise know
at the space mall, they make a game out of pointing things out to each other and trying to guess what it is (allura can only guess when they're in the earth shop, but it's okay because she more than makes up for it in enthusiasm)
lance, holding a my little pony collectible: okay princess. what is this.
allura, completely serious: a weapon
lance: ... close
allura, holding up a set of magnetic heart necklaces to the light: what does… "biffs" mean?
lance: it's "bffs," princess, it means "best friends forever"
allura: oh! you mean like me and you?
lance:
lance: 'lurra what did we say about making me cry in public, we've talked about this-
(they buy the necklaces. obviously.)
they mess with each other's hair a lot
once allura learns that lance's hair is naturally curly, and that he just straightens it all of the time, she makes it her god-given mission to convince him to wear it naturally more often
this mission includes plans such as stealing his hair straightener, "donating" a bunch of curly hair products to him because she "doesn't have the space", and getting keith to say he thinks curly hair is cool one day in the rec room
she still thinks it's the funniest thing ever that that actually worked
other than week-long sabotage plots, they both think it's fun to have lance braid allura's hair
he used to braid his sister's and niece's hairs all of the time, so he has a knack for it that allura did not expect at all but is obsessed with anyway
allura, coming to lance's room a few hours before another diplomatic party: hey..... how yall doin.....
lance, already prepared with a million different brushes and bands: oh my god just get in already
lance and allura have a lot in common
one of these things, they learn very early into their relationship, is that they are both disasters when it comes to pretty girls (and boys, but that's a lance-exclusive situation)
so they become each other's wingmen
they both tend to get… a little too into it
the team: [at a diplomatic ball]
lance, seeing a pretty alien girl looking allura's way and "politely" speedwalking over to her: alluralluraalluraalluraalluralluraalluraalluraalluralluraalluraallura pretty girl look over there eleven o'clock LOOK she's gonna walk away looklooklook
allura: lance darling thank you so much for your help but I am in the middle of talking to the president
and alternatively:
allura tries to set lance and keith up all the time. at first she was worried she would be overstepping boundaries, but after one particular sleepover where lance spent an entire hour lamenting his "bad luck" she decided to take things into her own hands
this includes, but is not limited to; sending them on supply missions alone together (often), mentioning particular things lance has done to his appearance to keith every time she can, and talking about specific paladin bonds more than she maybe should
lance hates it
keith, walking into the lounge: h-
allura, immediately: hello keith!! help settle an argument, will you :)?
keith: um… okay
allura: lovely! now, tell me, do you think lance looks cuter today than he did yesterday? we can't seem to agree on whether or by he's stunning or simply handsome. what do you think?
keith: uh-
allura: oh, and while I have you, have you noticed that his ears are pierced?
lance, beet red: allu-
allura: what :(?? can't i be proud of my handiwork??
lance, to keith: I am not associated with her
after a week of this keith literally sets up a system where if allura is in a room he walks into he just does a complete 180 and walks back out
one time, at a diplomatic meeting, an alien politician mistook them for a couple and they both choked on their drinks at the same time, and then got offended that the other one agreed that the concept was insane
allura: what happened to being the princess of your dreams, lance?? I thought I MEANT something to you. obviously! i was wrong!
lance: oh yeah?? then why did you GIGGLE, allura. what's so funny, huh?? my good looks??? my charming charisma?? how far out of your league I am???
allura:
lance: okay maybe that last one was a bit of a stretch
another thing lance and allura do is pronounce each other's names wrong
they call each other lonce and allora
it started as lance kind of making fun of allura's accent, but turned into just one of their Things
allura honestly didn't know it was a bit until the habit had been long constructed
#pippa.post#pippa.canon#vld lance#vld keith#vld allura#klance#vld pidge#pippa.ask#vld shiro#i added klance bc i know you like it gia i hope this was up to your standard <3#vld coran#vld team
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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 209
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The problem with supernatural senses was the ability to hear everything. Lance sympathised with Keith, cringing in second hand embarrassment for how his fiancé tried to talk to Pidge. Keith’s awkwardness was a thing of legend. There were a lot of “ums” in his sentence, and he’d twice assured Pidge “that it was okay if she didn’t want to”, before he finally asked if they could talk. The pair of them heading into the house as Hunk kept his eye on them.
“Catching” Hunk staring, Lance decided to say fuck it to manners. Hunk wasn’t upsetting Pidge on purpose. Shay wasn’t upsetting Pidge on purpose. They just weren’t quite clicking and though it wasn’t his place to say it, he didn’t want Pidge to feel left out because her best friend was dating the woman of his dreams
“Hunk, what’s up?”
“Pidge just went off with Keith... I thought they were going to check on Shiro and Curtis... I’m just... uh, I’m kind of wondering why they left”
Scratching the back of his head, Hunk stumped the other “adults” at the table. Allura and Coran both nursing empty tea cups, with Krolia kicked back and holding her half empty beer near her stomach
“It’s nothing to be worried about. They’ll be fine”
“Yeah, but... Dude, don’t you think she’s been acting weird lately? She doesn’t message me as much as she used to, and she didn’t defend how useful UV light could be to hunting vampires”
Hunk took the bait. Sure, Lance had been leading him
“Keith noticed Pidge isn’t happy and he’s gone to have a chat and make sure she’s okay”
Hunk gaped at him. Lance would have chuckled at his friend’s surprise if he hadn’t squashed his ego down. He didn’t want to hurt Hunk, nor did he particularly enjoy the conversation they needed to have. Shay pressed her lips together for half a moment in thought, before breaking her silence
“I can’t remember anything that would have upset her. Are you sure she’s upset?”
“Pidge is learning how much adulting sucks. We’re all in relationships now. We don’t do the fun things we used to do together. We don’t have games night anymore. We don’t hunt. Her best friend is moving in with his girlfriend and she wants to be involved. You guys haven’t done anything technically wrong, she just misses the old times. She’d decapitate me for the hell of it if she heard me. She’s feeling a little insecure right now, but Keith’ll calm her down”
Hunk immediately teared up. Nooo. Not Hunk tears. Whenever Hunk got teary, he did too
“I didn’t... I didn’t realise”
The first tear rolled down Lance’s cheek, causing him to sigh at himself mentally. He was so weak when it came to Hunk tears
“That’s because you haven’t done anything wrong. I’d be mad if you had and my face wound be all scary. Everyone grows and changes. Keith and I can hardly deny we’re very focused on each other. It’s really easy to do when you’re in love. Maybe at the end of the night you could suggest a games night? Or you could have her look at properties with you? She’d probably be able to blackmail the realestate agent into giving you cheaper rent...”
“I didn’t...”
“Dude, I know. I’m in no position to talk either. I let her down too. I let all of you guys down. I love you, bro. I love her, too. You guys are my family. Pidge just needs a little reassurance your still best friends for life... I kind of hope they’re not inside too long, I need to pee... I can’t wait for this pregnancy to be over... I want to meet them already”
Allura placed her hand on his shoulder
“I’m sure they’ll be here soon. We all can’t wait to meet them. You and Keith shall be amazing parents”
“Yeah. It’s going to be weird not having them inside me anymore...”
Lance loved it when they moved. He loved resting his hands on his belly and feeling them moving. Already so full of life. He loved belly rubs from Keith, and the way Keith cuddled into his stomach, peppering kissed to his stretched skin as if trying to kiss their twins through it. But everything else was getting too much. The joint pain. The fatigue. The constant heavy feeling in his chest. The last week of feeling constantly ill. His stupid yoyoing ego that couldn’t understand how a pregnancy had weakened him so much. The fits of anger. His overly active sense of smell. He was tired... and tired of waiting... but he... he also wanted to wait until he went into labour naturally so he could keep feeling them inside of him. For years he’d wondered how it’d feel to be human again. To fall in love and do all the other amazing things humans did... He’d never felt more human than in the last month of his pregnancy. He wasn’t sure he could mentally cope with his ego if he and Keith did chose to wait much longer. Mums to be were amazing. Movies just didn’t do justice to all the ups and downs of pregnancy. Feeling a tingling in his skin, Lance looked down at his arm, realising he was starting to burn under the lack of cloud cover. He wanted to give Keith and Pidge privacy, but if he stayed outside much longer, he’d go up in flames... Then again, Keith did say he was “smoking hot”.
*
Lance’s living room had also been transformed. The same bunting that hung outside, hung from everywhere it could inside. Stopping by the bathroom, Lance waddled in on Keith and Pidge mid-hug. Keith probably didn’t know what to do with being hugged so fiercely, still, it was a nice moment between the pair of them
“Hey, guys. Got room for one more?”
Breaking the hug, Pidge moved to make space between her and Keith. Lance waddling over to drop himself down between the pair of them. Yeah. Keith had a point. Maybe it’d be better to deliver early rather than feel cramping when he sat wrong, or sat too fast. He’d recognised that with fatigue came pain sensitivity. Small cramps had been happening more often over the last week, and he’d been reduced to crying over them more than once.
Leaning in, Keith kissed his cheek, Lance smiling at the action because he was so grossly in love with Keith that even a small kiss still managed to make him feel a million times better
“I thought I left you outside?”
Lance moved to show Keith the start of the sunburn on his arm. He’d run it under cold water to ease the burn, but it was still warm and tender to the touch
“You did. Apparently too much sun is bad for vampires... who would have thought?”
“I did wonder if I should find you an umbrella...”
“I’m fine. Plus, I’ve got my two favourite people here, so I thought I’d come stock up on some love”
Excusing himself to the bathroom, Lance knew he’d upset Hunk yet Hunk had to figure out how to make things right with Pidge without his meddling. He probably could have been more tactful about things, and picked a better time to bring the subject up. This was supposed to be party, not a counselling session. Feeling the twins kicking up a storm, he took Pidge’s hand, placing it on his belly. His friends were good about not just touching his belly without asking first, Pidge the one who seemed to hesitate the most when it came to feeling him being bashed up internally
“I think they know that their Aunty Pidge is here”
“Either that or they’ve inherited Keith’s inability to sit still”
Keith pouted, Pidge poking her tongue at him causing the werewolf to huff
“Lance is just as bad as I am”
“Lance has changed a lot since you came into our lives. You both have. You can tell you two are dating. You’ve got that old married couple vibe where you finish each other’s sentences and sound the same”
Lance couldn’t deny it. Keith had picked up so many of the expressions he used. And Lance had definitely picked up Keith’s habit of swearing openly.
“That’s what happens when you fall in love. Actually, Keith and I have something to tell you. We’re madly grossly in love, not just in love”
Pidge rolled her eyes at him
“I already know that. One bite between you and you’ve both turned into idiots”
“You know what they say, “Once bitten, twice stupid””
“Dude, it’s “once bitten, twice shy”. But I like your one better. You bit Keith to save his life and you both turned into love struck morons with a shared brain cell between you”
Keith frowned heavily at Pidge’s joke, Lance snorting due to how true it was
“He really does feel like the other half of me. I’d be happy to share a brain cell with him any day of the week. I know you’re worried about the future, but you’re always going to be a sister to me, and an aunt to the twins. No more sad, Pidge, not when she’s a scary little ankle biting gremlin that we all love”
Pidge pulled her hand back, looking to her lap
“Hey, you know I’m proud of you, Katie. You’ve been through a heck of a lot, like the rest of us. Things might have changed and they might be scary, but you’ll always have a home here with us... provided you don’t bring your work home and destroy my house with your experiments”
Pidge groaned deeply
“You blow up a circuit board once and they never let you forget it. And, if you call me “Katie” again, I’m going to give you a dead arm to go with that dead body of yours”
“Oh no! The gremlin’s getting angry. Quick, babe. You’d better make her a coffee before her wrath descends upon us”
“Fuck you”
“I’m flattered, but I’m in a loving and committed relationship... I mean, if I were two decades younger...”
Pidge punched his arm to shut him up
“You suck”
Lance continued with his shit stirring mood
“Quite well, don’t I, babe?”
“I’m not getting into this, but yes”
“See, my skills have got Keith’s stamp of approval”
“You’re going to have my footprint stamped to your arse if you keep traumatising me like this”
Wrapping his arms around his gremlin, Lance kissed her hair. Pidge trying to shove him off
“I love it when you’re mean. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you”
“Keith, help. Lance is being weird”
Keith hefted him back so Lance was laying awkwardly in his arms looking up at his fiancé. Bopping him on the nose, Lance went cross eyed as Keith let his finger hover
“Babe, leave the bitey creature alone. She’s fine. More importantly, did you put cream on your arm?”
Lance didn’t really prescribe to the use of burn cream seeing he healed on his own. Cold water would forever be the best things for burns
“Burn cream isn’t always good for burns, aaaaand the aloe vera is in our bathroom. Which is upstairs, and totally too much effort right now”
“You can’t ignore it. Where else got burnt?”
“I don’t know. Stop picking on me. I thought we were picking on Pidge”
“We’ve done that. I’ll grab the aloe vera, and Pidge can get you some blood. We have the whole day to relax... provided no one’s gone and planned party games”
Pidge burst that bubble. That tiny bubble of maybe fitting an uncaught nap in... This fatigue thing was ridiculous
“Oh, dude. There’s totally party games. We’re going to set up penalty beer pong under lunch”
Keith scrunched his brow. From how he was positioned, Lance kind of wanted to poke his finger right up Keith’s nose. It was like his nose was staring down at him, begging to be poked
“Should I be worried?”
Lance didn’t like to brag, but beer pong was his jam. His first time through college not so much, second time, he was pretty much undefeated. With how long it took to set up, it wasn’t usually one of their party games. Poor Keith had no idea what penalty beer pong had in store for him, Lance would have to defend his fiancé’s honour
“Seeing it’ll be you and Lance facing off, you should definitely be worried. Buuuut I totally didn’t tell you that. If you two are going to keep being gross, I’m going to go back to the party”
Whelp. Keith was on his own then... It was nice knowing him
“It’s okay, Pidgeon. Go forth and abandon us. Leave us... be that way... We’ll be back out as soon as I’ve had some blood and this sunburn starts healing. Maybe I should change into something longer, I don’t want to burst into flames at my own baby shower”
Keith bopped him on the nose again, before helping Lance sit back up
“That’s probably a good idea, babe. You’re smoking hot as it is. That’d make you literally flaming hot”
Pidge was completely right. They really did share one brain cell. The idea leaving a stupidly huge grin on his face that Pidge called “creepy” before leaving the pair of them.
*
Penalty beer pong... of all the things they could have played, they’d chosen some kind of abomination that belonged in hell. After lunch, Hunk had taken Lance aside, while Matt and Pidge took Keith inside. Both of them forced to wear headphones so they couldn’t hear each others answers to the questions for their friends had prepared. Keith felt very very dumb. 20 questions on Lance should have been easy... but their friends had really wracked their brains being creative and going for the odd, mostly unknowable things that he was supposed to know about his “boyfriend”.
With the living area the only place big enough to fit all of them, the coffee table was covered with a thick piece of plywood where the cups were set up. Keith didn’t like to admit that he’d never played beer pong. He’d never had the kinds of friends that did, nor did he go to college. One of the more popular games at Blade headquarters was darts with knives instead of darts, and vampire faces for targets. You took a shot if you failed to stick the knife in the vampire when it was your throw. He’d never been invited to play with James and the rest of them... He and Shiro used to have shooting target competitions, but that was just the pair of them with the winner getting out of some mundane house chore, that Adam usually scolded them about.
Kneeling across from him, they’d both avoided the penalty cups so far. Keith thought not getting the ball in one meant not having to drink what was it in. No. Instead the penalty was played out for each question they got wrong about each other. Each cup contained some kind of condiment construction Keith really wanted to avoid. It started tame, first with chilli sauce, then soy, then vinegar... slowly progressing in quantity and combination. The last cup was a grotesque mix of what seemed to be a little of everything from Lance’s pantry. Having swapped questionnaires, Hunk and Matt were their quiz masters. They were fifteen questions in, Keith not feeling the effects of the vodka he’d had to chug when Lance got the ping pong ball in his cups. His fiancé, not able to drink, was delegated water. Keith wasn’t sure that Lance actually won anything from playing against him seeing he’d have to pee the moment the game was done.
“Lance. What is Keith’s most annoying habit?”
Throwing the ping pong ball, his fiancé landed it perfectly in the cup. That’s how it went. Question, throw, answer, shot...
“His amazingly lacking self confidence since turning into a werewolf”
His damn fiancé got that one right... like the rest of them.
“Keith. How many years, combined, did Lance spend attending University?”
How the fuck was he supposed to know that? He didn’t know how long it took to be a lawyer... he didn’t know how long it took, or if Lance had any recognition of prior training to drop the amount of time he was required to study, plus his fiancé was a smart little shit... Lance looked sympathies and smug at the same time. Yeah. His questions were far easier than Keith’s had been. Tossing the retrieved ping pong ball, it landed in one of the penalty cups
“Um... I’m going to with... um... 12 years”
Lance groaned, Keith knowing he’d gotten the answer wrong. Matt delighted in telling him
“11 years and six months. Apparently being a lawyer in the early 90’s meant less time in class... Your first penalty shot is chilli sauce. Bottoms up”
If a jalapeño’s had sex with another jalapeño, then their offspring continued in breeding, that would only explain the fire in Keith’s mouth. His eyes running as his throat burned. That wasn’t simple chilli sauce in there
“God... it burns... what the hell is that?”
“Ghost pepper sauce”
Lance shot Matt a glare
“That’s not very nice. You guys are dicks”
Matt shrugged at Keith fanned his burning mouth
“Then he shouldn’t have gotten the question wrong”
“We didn’t really talk about it. Babe, you okay? Rieva, can you get Keith some milk, please. You guys are banned from giving Keith chilli ever again”
“Chill, dude. He’ll survive. Right, it’s your turn”
Lance plucked the ball from what looked to be soy sauce, unamused Keith’s ego wanted to flip the stupid board of cups over. Their friends were slightly laughing at his reaction to the chilli and Rieva hadn’t gone to get him a glass of milk
“Okay, Lance. What’s Keith’s deepest secret that he’s hiding at he moment?”
Keith had answered “He’d always believe in mothman until his dying breath”. Lance hummed at the question
“That he doesn’t hate Lotor as much as he says... it’s either that, something to with me, or something to do with his crush on mothman”
“Correct...”
No. That wasn’t correct at all! The game was rigged
“You two didn’t bother telling us that you’re engaged! Which is a secret to do with Lance, so technically correct!”
Suddenly Keith got the feeling that beer pong was less about what they knew about each other and more about what the group suspected and wanted to confirm
“They’re what?!”
From Pidge’s yelling, she mustn’t have been in on it... So this was all Matt’s idea to get them to confess to their secret engagement?! He could strangle him for putting them both on the spot like this. Right. He could play it cool... yep. No secret here
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb, dude. We found the empty ring box in your bedside drawers. Why didn’t you tell us?! Do you know how happy we are for you guys?! This is awesome... Maybe not as awesome as Rieva saying yes to me, but we’re supposed to be your friends! We need to have a party to celebrate this”
Ahhhh. Keith wanted to laugh in relief. They hadn’t been caught yet, and now it seemed like a pretty fun idea to mess with Matt for going through their things
“That’s was from Krolia. There was never any ring in that box”
“You expect us to believe that?”
Keith glanced to his mother, Krolia shrugging as the others also looked to her
“Miriam and I both thought they’d make the cutest grooms. It’s not my fault he hasn’t proposed yet”
“What makes you think I’d be the one asking? Lance could always ask me, right, babe?”
“Yep. I totally could have been the one to ask him”
Sharing a look, Matt and Hunk both chuckled. Their “Sunshine Teddy” shaking his head
“Man, we all know Lance is the romantic one. He’d spend everyday waiting for you to ask, rather than asking you. Then, he’d expect the whole fairytale night. Dinner at a fancy restaurant. A bouquet of red roses as big as him...”
Hunk counted on his fingers, Matt adding as Hunk stalled mid-thought
“Don’t forget the champagne and the hotel room”
Hunk quickly counted those two on his fingers
“Yep. Lance is too much of a romantic”
Matt nodded quickly
“He’d drop hints too... Romcoms. Jewellery brochures... Though you’d probably miss them like you missed Valentine’s Day”
The pair were ganging up on him, Keith depressed about the fact they were right. Lance would have loved all that, but his fiancé didn’t need all that. He’d proposed in a horrible hotel room...
“Keith is romantic. Sure, his idea of good date is a trip to a shooting range, or some other combat related activity, but he’s very romantic. I don’t need all the fuss, I just need him”
Hunk faked feeling faint as he grabbed Matt by the arm, Matt playing it up and acting as if he were concerned
“Hunk?!”
“I’m okay... I never thought I’d live to hear Lance say something so unLance like. Pregnancy has changed you, man. Next thing you’ll give up watching your soap operas... Dude, my heart can’t handle the changes”
Keith mentally thanked Lance for trying to stick up for him. He wasn’t the world’s greatest fiancé, yet he felt better that Lance thought he was good enough for him. His fiancé had more to say on the matter
“You two keep picking on Keith. He’s awkward and he’s a little emo, but he makes me happy. We could get engaged in a room so dingy that Jesus couldn’t save it, and I’d still be happy”
Hunk waved his arm, kind of weirdly and kind of as if he were trying to gesture “how big this was”. Keith felt his lips turn upwards as Lance pretty much told everyone they’d gotten engaged while away, yet none of their friends would put two and two together
“But as long as I’ve known you, you’ve always been a sucker for those big movie engagement scenes”
“Movies aren’t real life. Matt, that box wasn’t any of your business. What were you doing in our room?”
“Helping Shiro and Curtis build your present. We were looking for an adjustable spanner”
Lance leaned back to rest his weight on his hands, bottom lip wobbling
“You know the tools are kept in the laundry, and you know you’re not supposed to be in my room...”
“We were...”
No one messed with Lance’s room, or his bed. Lance washed and changed the sheets alone, swapping the blankets whenever the whim took over
“I don’t care. I’m sorry, but I can’t... I need air”
Keith jumped to his feet before Lance started started struggling to his. As Coran went to help the vampire, Lance slapped his hand away with a sad “sorry”. Moving to Lance’s side, Keith looped his arm around his waist
“You guys can take over playing. No listening in”
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Thirty Five
Once your eyes met with his, you knew you were in serious trouble.
"K-Kuroo, I-I'm sorry I didn't mean what I said I was just, uh..."
You trail off, hoping Kuroo wouldn't catch on to what you were about to say. Unfortunately for you, he does.
"Just what, Y/N?" he asks as his eyes continue to narrow in suspicion.
"Nothing."
Unsatisfied with your answer, Kuroo drags you down the hallway.
"Can't you just leave me alone?" you groan as you try to pry his fingers off of your arm, "I said I'm sorry! Kuroo!!"
"Y/N it doesn't look like nothing's wrong to me," he eventually admits as he continues dragging you down the hall, forcing you to run a bit to keep up with his speed, "and I'm pretty sure I promised Ritsuko that I'd watch out for you on your first day."
You internally curse out Ritsuko ask Kuroo mentions her name, ignoring the fact that he actually used her name without hesitation which normally would have caught your attention more.
Eventually, Kuroo stops at a lounge area within the dorm building. You watch as he sits down and waits for you to do the same. Rolling your eyes, you reluctantly take the seat beside him.
"You're not going to leave me alone, right?"
"Not until you tell me what's going on."
You sit in silence for a minute contemplating if, and more importantly how, you are going to explain everything to him.
"What's up with you and Kenma?"
His sudden statement making you reflexively gasp and look up at him. Big mistake. Now Kuroo's got your attention and you've let slip the main part of what your problem is.
"Bullseye," he remarks as a faint smirk grazes over his face.
You groan and find yourself looking back down at the floor.
"I thought the two of you were getting along well," Kuroo eventually remarks.
"Haven't I told you enough times that nothing is going on between me and Kenma?" you snap.
"Well if that was true we wouldn't be here now would we?"
Kuroo was right. You knew that you were only delaying the inevitable conversation and that he was going to get the answers he wanted out of you, no matter what.
"Can you just leave me alone about-"
"Are you being honest with yourself Y/N?" Kuroo asks, cutting you off, "With your own feelings about him?"
You feel your body freeze as his words hit you like a truck.
"I don't think it matters anymore..."
Your eyes begin to swell up as you think of the previous scene where you met Kenma and Shiro in the hall. You also can't help but think about everything in the past that led up to the point where you believed Kenma didn't want to be with you.
"Why not?" Kuroo asks calmly.
"He's... always with Shiro..."
Continuing to look away from Kuroo, you let your tears begin to silently fall down your face.
"Eh? Who the hell is Shiro?"
"My roommate," you say as you turn to look at Kuroo, "b-but it's not a big deal they're just friends and I don't want to ruin that for him!" you defend.
"So? I don't care who she is, if he's ignoring you for some reason I've got to talk to him about it because he's got no reason to do that to you. Besides, I don't even know who the fuck Shiro is and he's letting the damn girl into our room!"
Kuroo stands up and begins walking down the hallway in a huff to get to Kenma. You chase after him, protesting until you finally catch up.
You grab onto Kuroo's arm this time and pull him around to face you. Instantly letting your face hit his chest, you pull him into your embrace.
Once Kuroo realizes what's going on, he hugs back.
"It'll be alright, Y/N," he soothes as he pets your hair.
"Thank you," you mutter as you bury your face into him, doing your best to hold in your tears.
"What would I do without you, Kuroo," you let out a small chuckle.
"I dunno but I could say the same thing to you. You did save my life, ya know."
The two of you pull back from the hug, taking in each other's smiles for a moment before you break the moment.
"Um, could you show me where the girls' room is?"
"Jesus you're such a little kid," Kuroo teases, "come on let's go."
Kuroo grabs your arm and escorts you to the girls' room. Once he drops you off, he lets you know that he's going to have a talk with Kenma and to wish him luck.
Once you do, he takes his leave. You watch him disappear around the corner before turning to the bathroom.
📷
When you get back to Kai's room, his eyes instantly take in your state. Eyes still red and puffy, you nod as you walk over to him.
Kai shoots up from where he was sitting, coming over to you and hugging you.
"What happened?"
"N-Nothing, I just ran into Kuroo and talked about some things."
Kai gets the hint and decides to drop the subject.
"Do you want me to walk you back to your room?"
You nod and thank Kai for his kindness. After grabbing your belongings, you and Kai both make your way out of his dorm.
Once you reach the outside of your building, Kai asks if there's anything he can do for you.
"I'll be alright," you smile, "but seriously thanks for your help and I had fun today."
You continue to thank Kai for his help and for being there to talk to. Kai tells you that he'll always be here for you and gives you a big hug.
"I'm so glad I didn't ruin things with you," you whisper into his shoulder.
"You could never ruin it, Y/N," he whispers back, "I'll always love being your friend."
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Void (Part Seven)
And we’re back! Also, I officially launched my Ao3 account, so you’re welcome to read Void on there as well (username is the same, however I’m not good with links right now so you might have to find it manually until I can. *sweat drop*) But anyway, enjoy the chapter!
“What are you scared of?”
“Everything.”
Lance sat up again, a feeling of uneasiness washing over him. He looked down at his hands, clasping them together as he tried to put his words together. He knew he could be honest with Keith and tell him what he was feeling, especially considering he’s been the most transparent with him for the last couple of weeks before now. But he knew that if he said too much at this moment, he might push him away. And for some reason, the thought of that made him feel small. A feeling he NEVER wanted to experience again.
“It’s just…I shouldn’t be feeling this way, y’know? I shouldn’t be feeling this conflicted. I mean, come on! I’ve had feelings for Allura for the longest time, you know that. But for all that time, she always brushed that aside, never taking me seriously. Honestly, there were some points that I just thought I should just give up, wipe my hands clean, and focus on…other things.” Lance tightened the grip on his hands.
“But then, she started to notice me a-and acknowledge my feelings. And she actually said yes! I asked her out and she actually said yes! This is the part where I should be happy, right? I should be smiling from ear to ear and screaming from rooftops. And then, I don’t know what happened, man. The minute my mom opened that door and Allura walked in, I was just…petrified.”
“Lance.” Keith started. Lance raised his head and looked at his leader’s eyes. They didn’t hold any pity, thankfully, but they did hold concern and some other emotion he couldn’t quite pinpoint. He smiled sadly.
“Completely, utterly petrified. It’s like, I was so ready to sweep her off her feet and kiss her at the end like in the movies. But when it came down to it, I couldn’t even deliver! I wanted to do it so badly, and I know that I keep on saying it but I did! But when I tried, it just felt…wrong.”
Keith raised his eyebrows in shock.
“Wrong?”
“Yeah, like. You know how you’re watching a baseball game and the player hits a home run and you somehow end up catching the ball? But then you see the little kid next to you looking at it like it’s their whole world so you decide to give it to them instead because at the end of the day you’re both happy? You caught it, but the kid gets to keep it. You’re not gonna lose sleep over it as long as you know you made someone else’s day and you feel good about it. THAT’S how I felt. I got Allura, she wanted to kiss me and I walked away because I WANTED TO. I know I did the right thing by not kissing her half-heartedly s-so why can’t I- WHY CAN’T I JUST GO TO SLEEP??!!” Lance wailed, clutching his hair as tears began to spill down his cheeks.
He heard Keith getting up from his stool and walking towards him, but at this point he didn’t really care. He couldn’t take these feelings of confusion anymore. He wanted nothing more but to take them and throw them to the nearest star system. But he couldn’t, not while it meant that there was a chance he would lose something important to him. Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps stop.
“I know why you can’t sleep.”
He felt fingers grip his chin as felt his head get turned upwards. He saw those purple eyes again, looking at him with the same emotions from before, only this time the emotion he couldn’t make out was making its presence more known in his gaze. Lance was blindsided and didn’t have time to react before Keith leaned in closer to him and opened his mouth.
“Because you’re thinking about me.”
Lance’s eyes sprung open as he gasped for air. He felt his hands clutching the blankets on top of him, making him throw them to the side as he quickly sat up. His eyes scanned the area, trying to find some familiarity. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was indeed in his Garrison bedroom, no threat in sight. He allowed himself to breathe a much-needed inhale and somewhat able to release a shaky exhale. He felt beads of sweat forming on his head as he continued to catch his breathe. What the hell was that about? He wiped some of the sweat off of his forehead, surprised to find the droplets even though he knew of their presence earlier.
After a few minutes, he was eventually able to calm down, but that didn’t stop the red paladin from feeling the intense whiplash from his dream. How can a dream be real and not real at the same time? Everything at the start of the dream he knew was real. He remembered taking his aspirin. He remembered talking to Keith. He remembered admitting to Keith how afraid he was of everything with Allura and him freaking out, which pretty much made the aspirin he took earlier pointless considering he felt a slight ache in his head. But what played out towards the end of the dream was something that definitely didn’t happen, because anyone would remember something as intense as that. No normal person could forget about someone walking up to them, turning their face to them and looking at them as if they had something to prove.
Because you’re thinking about me.
Keith’s words caused a searing heat all over Lance’s body. He could feel it from his aching head to his shaking hands. He could remember the look in his eyes, looking at him as if he was the most important person in the world. He looked at him like he wanted him to be okay. Like he wanted him to be his. He remembered how before he woke up Keith was leaning into him. Almost like he was going to do what he couldn’t. Guilt forced its way back onto Lance’s shoulders, though it wasn’t as heavy as before.
“I need to cool off.” Lance spoke softly, getting up and heading to his bathroom for a much-needed, arctic shower.
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“Well, look who the love dove dropped in.” Pidge quipped with a smirk on her face.
“Ha ha, very funny.” Lance replied sarcastically as he sat at the table. After showering and getting ready, he had debated on what to do for the remainder of the day considering they weren’t under Honerva’s threat at the moment. He thought about going to Shiro and asking for advice, but he was already as busy as is and he didn’t want to add on to any stress he had. He couldn’t go to Veronica because she would just tease him and he was NOT in the mood for it…at all. For a second, he thought about finding Keith, but once he felt the heat in his body again he pushed out of his head, refusing to take TWO cold showers on the same day. Amidst that thought, he remembered that he owed Hunk details about the date, so he decided to just do that. Hence where he was now, in the Garrison cafeteria, sitting next to Pidge, who was working on some calibrations on her laptop and across from Hunk, who was looking through some of his family recipes.
“Soooo, how did things go?” Hunk asked eagerly. Lance shrugged, trying not to make a big deal of things.
“It was good. Got no complaints.” he replied, attempting to put up a smile. Unfortunately, that response wasn’t good enough for the table.
“Just good?”
“Yeah.”
“What did you do that made it ‘just good?'” Pidge teased, making Hunk snicker in response. Lance looked between the both of them, wondering why this wasn’t the end of it.
“Nothing. It was good. We went to my family’s house, had a delicious dinner, went to a nearby park and talked for a bit, and we came back and I dropped her off at her room. That’s all.” the red paladin recounted, trying his best to hide his frustration. Hunk and Pidge let out a unanimous “hmm,” indicating they were satisfied with the answer. Lance breathed out through his nose in relief, the frustration from earlier fading. He saw a recipe card for coconut cake laying out in front of him, and pulled it towards him. He couldn’t help but to notice the small yellow drawings splayed around the card. The contents were surrounded by yellow coconuts, smiling suns and yellow swirls. He was so entranced by them that he took him a minute to notice Hunk and Pidge staring at him.
“What?” Hunk and Pidge looked at each other, smirks growing on their faces before they turned back to them.
“Well?” Pidge said, laying her arm on Lance’s shoulder. The boy in question tried to hide his annoyance as he furrowed his freshly trimmed brows. Please don’t ask what I think you’re gonna ask.
“Well what?” Lance responded with gritted teeth.
“Did you kiss her?”
Fuck…
“Does it really matter, guys?” Lance responded, slowly getting more and more agitated. Hunk crossed his arms in fake stern yet firm intrigue.
“Uh, yeah. It’s your first date with Allura and we want to know EVERYTHING. So did you guys kiss or not?” Lance sighed hard, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
“No.”
“WHAT?! Why not?!” Hunk wailed. The red paladin pinched the bridge of his nose as he explained.
“Because, Hunk, it was only our first date. Yes, I’ve been in love with Allura for what seems like forever but I don’t want to do something that scares her off, y’know? Besides, does anyone even kiss on the first date anymore?” Lance shook his head, trying to get back on topic. “The point is, I’m just going with the flow. I just…wasn’t ready.” Lance lied, though it wasn’t a total lie. He wasn’t ready to kiss Allura, but there was no way in hell he was going to tell them that it was because of their freaking leader. He felt Pidge remove her arm from her shoulder as she crossed her arms, tilting her head in thought. Hunk did the same.
“Yeah, that makes sense. I get you, dude. But good job, though.” Hunk responded reassuringly, sending Lance his big signature smile.
“Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” Lance exhaled, smiling back. He was glad that Hunk was backing up a bit. He was always the type of guy who never wanted to cross boundaries, something that Lance was immensely grateful for at the moment.
“Yeah, I get it, too. I just naturally assumed that you would go for it because of Lotor.” Pidge stated flatly. Once again, annoyance and frustration rushed through Lance’s body.
“Pidge. C’mon-” the paladin started. The green paladin raised her hands in surrender.
“I’m just saying. She and Lotor were getting pretty close to each other back in the Castle of Lions. They were literally side by side 24/7.” she pointed out. Hunk nodded his head in agreement.
“Yeah. Who knows, maybe if he wasn’t, you know, some crazy prince stealing the quintessence of other Alteans, he probably would’ve been her boyfriend by now.” Hunk said jokingly, making Pidge giggle in response while Lance was getting more and more agitated. It’s bad enough he had to pretty much lie to his friends about why he decided not to kiss Allura, it’s a whole other thing that now he needed to deal with hearing about Allura being with Lotor. And just when he had felt that every insecurity that he felt when Lotor was around pretty much vanished when Allura started noticing him. Lance clasped his hands together tightly.
“Okay. I think I see your point, guys.” Lance spoke lowly, his teeth gritted. But his statement was simply ignored as Hunk and Pidge continued.
“Did you see the way that Allura was looking at him? I’m telling you, man, I saw some sparks flying!”
“How could she not? With his long flowy hair and his princely charms?”
“Just imagine them working on stuff together and then out of nowhere they just start dancing around the room like in the movies?” Pidge cackled.
3…
“And then he just starts twirling her and then holds her above his head like in that one cheesy dance movie?”
2…
“And then Lotor looks deep into her eyes and says ‘Allura, my sweet princess, will you become my Altean dancing queen?”
“‘Oh Lotor, my gorgeous bad boy prince! I became your queen the moment I laid my eyes on you!’ and then they both lean in and-“
1…
Lance stood up quickly from his seat, slamming his hands hard against the table, making Pidge and Hunk turn their heads at him in shock. He was visibly shaking, head down as his eyes were trained onto the table. He just couldn’t take it anymore. Every bad thought and insecurity he had been able to somewhat move past since readjusting to Earth, and it just came back in full force as if he had gotten sucker punched. He felt like he was back on the Castle of Lions, being ignored and brushed aside be everyone, his warnings and himself being forgotten.
Allura walking past him.
Pidge and Hunk ignoring him.
Shiro looking down on him.
Keith abandoning him.
Lance felt himself starting to walk away from his friends. He wouldn’t allow himself to hear this any longer. He knew they didn’t mean to tease him or bring Lotor back up to him, but that’s what it felt like. Lotor and Allura had always been somewhat of a sore spot for him. Something he tried to push to the back of his head to focus on everything else. But it’s like every time he tries to forget, it always comes back to bite him. And how could it not. Lotor was everything that he wasn’t. Of course, Allura would want him. Hell, if he hadn’t gone crazy and was still around, he wouldn’t have hesitated to kiss her the way that he did.
“Lance? What’s gotten into you?” he heard Pidge shout behind him.
“Yeah, man? You good? D-did we say something wrong?” Hunk asked worriedly. Lance stopped as he approached the doorway. He turned his head towards them, giving them a tired smile.
“No. You said everything right.”
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Voltron legendary defender, Shance, "Hey Beautiful. Oh $hit, wrong beautiful!" (You don't have to censor the swear if you're comfortable using it)
THIS IS SO LATE, but your prompt inspired an au where the galra never pick up the kerberos team and now shiro has to deal with being back home, not being as over adam as he thought he was, sick again for the first time in a while, and with the WHOLE WORLD now aware of his disease because sanda is a dick! And also most definitely some adorable shance. (or at least, i consider it adorable. there will be duck videos!!!) a thousand pardons for the tardiness, i kept waiting until i finished the whole fic but i’m hella slow and i just keep ADDING THINGS instead
anyway, this is JUST the scene with your prompt in it lol
psa: i focused mostly on ms rather than polio when researching for shiro’s disease, but 1) i need to do a lot more research and 2) i have no personal authority or experience over this topic (tho i do have some experience with chronic illness), so while i am trying to be respectful and realistic about what shiro in this circumstance might be dealing with, please remember that i know nothing about anything, thank you
“Hey, Captain!” called a grinning engineer, coveralls down about her waist. “Good to see you up and about!”
Ah.
Shiro let his shades fall down, slapping against the sides of his nose with gentle pressure. He angled a grin and a wave, and said, “Hey yourself,” and was content to shove his hands into the pockets of his jacket and amble on over toward a big beauty all by herself on the far side.
He had been hoping not to be recognized.
More than that, he had been hoping not to be recognized in direct correlation to his disease. It wasn’t as though it weren’t a part of him, obviously -- he had to deal with it, he had to adjust the world around him to factor it in. It was there, always. But there had been a reason he’d kept it so under wraps. Shiro preferred when it was only ever acknowledged as an afterthought -- he wanted people to see him, not some version of him distorted by sickness.
At least the ‘ships were still beautiful and the summer breeze nice. He made it through the rest of the ‘yard without incident, taking a slow, curving path toward what looked to be a Corona Class vessel. Bulky, heavily shielded, made to withstand longer bouts of radiation than most of the fighters. Her cargo bay was a massive belly on the back half of her fuselage; she had to be hell on turns. And she was just as beautiful close up as she’d been at a distance. Even with his sunglasses on half of the ‘ship was a glare of sun on metal too bright to see through. It didn’t bother him; he knew a good freighter when he saw one.
Shiro came to an unsteady, grateful stop in the shadow of her nose, trying to ignore the way the world had slowly started spinning lopsided on its axis on the way over. He really should have brought his cane, but also: fuck his cane.
“Hello gorgeous,” he called up to the cockpit, nearly as bulbous as her cargo bay.
To his surprise, a voice called back: “You flatterer!”
Startled, Shiro took a step backward and nearly lost his footing, muscles not quite responding how they ought. Damn. He hadn’t realized there was anyone here. The ‘ship had been quiet the whole way over, and -- oh.
That was a torso and head rearing up from the cockpit, the top of which was apparently popped.
Shiro hadn’t been able to tell with the sun shining through the quartz glass at this angle. Ohhh shit, Shiro thought, embarrassed, as the person leaned down over the side of it and laughingly said, “I could say the same to you, Captain! I did not expect to see you here.”
“I didn’t mean you,” Shiro muttered, but he had a feeling his voice had carried with the wind because the shadowy blob nearly twenty feet overhead snickered a little. So Shiro said, louder, “I was talking to the ‘ship. I can’t even see you.”
“Just a minute and I can fix that!” the voice said, cheerily enough.
Shiro squinted through his shades, still embarrassed, and watched as the figure disappeared back into the ‘ship. The cockpits on freighter class vessels were only released for maintenance or in the case of critical emergencies out in the black. That high up in the air it wasn’t feasible to get in and out of in anything less than zero-G. A moment later and the cargo door dropped open with a creaking groan beneath the ‘ship’s high-mounted tail.
Shiro considered turning around and wandering off the way he’d come. But --
He had left the apartment because he couldn’t stand to be there, trapped. He had never felt trapped inside a spacecraft, though, even one that was grounded. And what was one person versus a whole Garrison full of them, which he’d have to traverse again if he wanted to leave. He’d been stopped only once on the way out here, yes, but there was no telling how many might stop him a second time.
And besides. He was pretty certain he wasn’t going to be able to make the walk without issue, if the numbness spreading through his shoulder, now, was any indication.
Fuck, this was awful. What was the best option here? Suddenly he felt tired all over again, weary and worn down, hating how something once so simple had become so complex. He’d just wanted to see the damn spaceships. Fuck this relapse, and fuck himself for not putting on the damned pump when his doctor had told him to.
“Hey, Captain!” the voice called once more, peering out at him, crouched absurdly halfway down the lowered ramp. “Do you want to check my girl out or not?”
The grin smudging against the corners of his mouth in response to that casual, boasting question was all the reason Shiro needed to feel better about staying right here, at least. Hands in his pockets, Shiro carefully ambled on over to the back half of the ‘ship, working hard to keep it natural looking. “Corona Class, right? I recognize the body type, but I didn’t realize there were any still in active use. There were only, hm… three? Before I left for Kerberos.”
“Yup. Helen’s the last one standing. And she’s been refitted, too, so she’s super sexy. I bet you’ve never seen anything like her.”
Snorting, Shiro finally came around aft and put a cautious foot up on the heavy metal of the cargo door, converted into a ramp here where it had thumped into the ground. “I bet I haven’t,” Shiro agreed peaceably enough. He always enjoyed it when pilots were a little in love with their ‘ships. Somehow it made him trust them more.
“Come on, come on, get up here! I never thought I’d get to show off for Captain Shirogane, I’m about to pee myself in excitement here, come on.”
“Whoa,” said Shiro, brows skyrocketing and finding a hand thrust down to help him up the ramp. The sight made something tighten inside his chest, and it was on the tip of his tongue to protest that he didn’t need any help, thank you, he knew his way around a fucking freighter. But then he followed that hand up to the man it apparently belonged to and recognized him.
“Oh,” said Shiro, startled. “You’re -- Ensign Maine, right? From the uh. The press conference?”
The ensign had risen from his crouch and come to stand sideways, staring back into the belly of the ‘ship. His hand was wiggling in impatience, and considering his past experience with this particular ensign, Shiro had the sudden, strong impression that it hadn’t been held out in deference to Shiro’s potential delicacy, and instead simply because he was eager to get Shiro in and started on the tour and this was the compromise to coming down, grabbing Shiro by his jacket, and hauling him bodily up the ramp.
Huh.
Shiro was about to go ahead and take that hand, because he could probably use the help even if he didn’t want it, and this kind of offer was far more palatable than his first assumption. But at the question, the ensign squawked, swinging around to face him. Standing farther up the incline as he was, it put him taller than Shiro, and his eyes were dark and wide, mouth gaping open in ridiculous, dramatic affront. “Maine,” he said, indignant. “That -- totally not my name, oh my god. Have you thought -- ? Agh! And all this time I’ve been so excited that I actually talked to you and you didn’t even know my name, what --”
Shiro reached up and snagged the ensign’s hand in his, tugging hard, just to get him to shut up. And also maybe because he wanted to. Just a little. Smirking, Shiro said, “I still remember you. Sorry I got the name wrong. What is it?”
He would have looked for himself, but for whatever reason this ensign seemed determined to make it impossible to see the damned name sewn onto his clothes. He was in orange again today, but this time it was a dirty coverall, the upper portion shrugged off to revealed toned biceps and forearms and what appeared to be a firm chest beneath a too-tight white undershirt. Happily, it was still just bright enough on the ramp that Shiro hadn’t had to take off his sunglasses, so the guy wouldn’t be able to tell where Shiro’s gaze was lingering. He let himself appreciate the way the ensign’s bicep bulged like a softball as he took Shiro’s weight, standing firm.
Nice.
“McClain,” said the man, now grinning down at him. It was a very white grin, big and bright in a lean, handsome face, and Shiro finally reached up to twitch his sunglasses atop his head, because Ensign McClain was officially pretty enough for eye-candy and -- yep, those eyes were blue, dark and a little wicked with that glint in them.
“Nice to meet you, Ensign McClain,” Shiro said.
McClain waggled his brows and drew Shiro a little closer, up half a step onto the ramp. “The pleasure, Captain,” he teased, “is all mine. Trust me on that one.”
#a thousand apologies for a great many things#up to and including the length of that author's note lmao#thank you for your prompt!!#shance#shance au#i honestly love this story#but it's moving VERY SLOWLY#i hope this isn't too awful out of context???#vld#shiro#lance#it's been TOO LONG since i posted up some shance#my fic#cynoftheend
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Klance Rec Part 2
Hello and welcome back to another Klance rec! Since the last rec was a success I have decided to make another one. I just wanna say a huge thank you to everyone, you were all super sweet and enthusiastic about the last list :)))). For any newcomers, I will link the first rec list here. Without further adieu, lets begin!
AU
Roommates by manamune
Summary: (13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!
(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.
One of very first Klance fics!! Klance become roommates and they’re hella cute. Idk what else to say that’s really it.
Would You Like Fries With That? by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee
Summary: “Hello, welcome to Burger King, can I take your order?”
And that’s about when it all comes crashing down on him, and like a tidal wave of terrible, Lance realizes, on an emotional level, how truly awful his day was. For no good reason at all other than here’s a human voice – steeped in apathy perhaps, but not overtly antagonistic – and literally all he wants is a little human comfort… he starts sobbing in the Burger King drive-thru.
Keith is a junior in high school just trying to get through working the midnight shift at Burger King when Lance staggers into his life. The course of true love is a freaking disaster.
I laughed my ass off holy. I can picture this happening so vividly it was such a fun read. Plus, high school klance is fricken cute as hell so squishy and fluffy.
it had to be you by Redburn
Summary: Keith and Lance are both professors at Garrison University.
“... I remember Lisa saying it was when you ship two people together, romantically, for your own enjoyment. I’m sure…” Shiro trails off when he sees Keith’s eyes start to grow impossibly wide. “Uh, Keith?”“What the fuck?” Keith manages, his heart suddenly beating faster, his face warming up despite himself. “They ship Lance and me romantically?”
YOO. Basically all of Keith and Lance’s kids ship them and its a good time. I love oblivious Keith honestly, oblivious Keith is the best Keith.
Dorks by GriffinRose
Summary: Inspired by a post on Tumblr!
Lance is the only one listening to the current presentation, and oh boy is it something to listen to. The kid has been rambling on about aliens for ten minutes and he is trying so hard not to laugh. So hard. Turns out the kid didn't even think Lance was paying attention, so when he finds out Lance was he books it. Like, as fast it takes Lance to turn his head, that kid was gone.Keith wants to die. The Hot Guy in his bio class was actually listening to him talk about aliens. That's it. He's done. Kill him now. Poor Shiro is just trying to keep his little brother sane.
AGAIN YO. You know how I said oblivious Keith is the best? Whelp embarrassed Keith is also fuckin great. Honestly now that I’m in Uni I relate to this so hard, its really a fun read.
Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by klancekorner
Summary: Lance and Keith have been best friends since first grade. Lance’s brain is always on overdrive and Keith’s blunt, realistic ass can never keep up. They both come to realize that sometimes you can learn a lot about loving yourself by loving someone else.
So this is a longer one, its over 130K but don’t let that deter you please. This fic is so good and everything a friends to lovers klance AU should be. I cannot scream about this fic enough its like a young adult romance novel, honestly I’m shitting its so good.
Better than coffee by Anonymous
Summary: Lance can’t help but linger around a perpetually grumpy-looking employee who works at the nearby teahouse. Keith, despite all the Yelp reviews, turns out to be surprisingly kind. Lance starts coming every day—although he insists it’s only for the boba.And to complain about the customer service, of course.
Hehehehehe grumpy and soft Keith mixed with Lance being Lance. A shorter fic to last one on this list its really sweet and fluffy please enjoy.
Shut Up and Dance With Me by wittyy_name
Summary: Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith. Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo. With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals... or they might crash and burn.
This fic is the real deal holy crap. wittyy_name my god istg one of the best klance writers out there. The relationship built up from enemies to lovers and the sexual tension omg this fic is a masterpiece js. I cannot stress enough read anything klance by wittyy_name and you will be happy. This fic also has art!!!
CANON
All the Way Down by speaks
Summary: “You make it sound like we’re going into battle,” Hunk laughed worriedly on Lance’s other side. “I thought this was like, some kind of carnival.”A chortle bubbled of out Coran’s throat as he slapped his side in amusement. “Some kind of carnival, he says! What an understatement! Allura, I think it’s high time to show the paladins precisely how and where we’re going to be spending the next three days. After you, Princess.”A happy, childlike grin rapidly overtook Allura’s regal professionalism, and then a brilliant chink of light shone into the castle hall as she opened the front doors to the mountain they’d landed on twenty minutes ago.Lance went slack-jawed as his eyes adjusted to the white-blue light of Krossin’s distant neutron star, and he almost stumbled as he and the other paladins followed Allura and Coran out onto the grass to take in the view laid out before them. This place was a utopia.
This is a more recently written klance fic in comparison to some others on this list but oh man. Basically klance being all cute out on a date on an alien planet. The build up omg and fluffffff I was squealing.
Red is the Coldest Color by EnglishCivilWar
Summary: Keith’s startled look had quickly turned to one of annoyance. “You’re in my way,” he stated.
Lance blinked uncomprehendingly.
Keith let out a groan. “Lance, MOVE.”(In which Lance is an epic fail at flirting, Keith is an oblivious walnut, and the rest of the team collectively groans and sighs.)
Oblivious Keith is back kids!!
Love Bug by Cour104
Summary: While exploring an alien planet, Lance get's bit by a strange bug whose venom causes him to fall in love with the first person he sees. Of course that person had to be Keith. I've seen a lot of fics based the Love Bug AU where Keith is bitten by the bug and I thought: What if Lance is bitten?
Literally out of all of the fics I’ve read about klance and the lovebug AU this one wins. It’s almost always Keith that gets bitten but I really loved reading the story from a POV of Lance being bitten it was great.
Make Me Your Home by Reader115
Summary: “Oh my god, Keeeith,” Lance wheezed. “Keith you’re the best drunk space cadet I’ve ever seen.”“Space cadet,” Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance’s hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance’s fingers, sending shivers up Lance’s arm and down his spine. “You have looong fingers,” Keith murmured after a few moments.Keith’s face perked up then, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith’s pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance’s ear when he spoke next.“I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance.”
Set in season 2. These boys crushin hard even if they don’t realize my god.
Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia
Summary: “This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.”Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.”Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, “Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance--from the future, that is--would like to have their daughter back."or: Lance and Keith deal with a walking spoiler, in the form of a little girl who just wants to get back to her own home.
Klance and a kid oh my god. Watching the teenage versions of klance deal with a child was so pure and their reaction to them being married in the future, priceless.
time out of mind by aknightley
Summary: Keith and Lance wake up married. In the future. He lays there a moment, processing the faint throbbing in his head, a strange bitter taste like lemons in his mouth. When he opens his eyes, the room spins wildly into a kaleidoscope of colors, so he closes them again, breathing in and out until he feels less like he might throw up. He suddenly registers a warm weight over his waist, and lifts his head to see a brown arm thrown over him. It looks startlingly familiar, but different, bigger than he remembers, more toned. Keith turns all the way around and comes face to face with Lance sleepily blinking his own eyes open.
Another future marriage fic. These awkward little beans omg its really cute.
Cheeky by rideahorse
Summary: Keith pinches his eyes shut, slamming the book down again and swiveling to face Lance. “Oh my god,” he groans, standing up and crossing the two feet between them before Lance can get out a word. He grabs Lance’s face between his hands (perhaps a bit rougher than needed, but hey, he’s always wanted to slap Lance’s stupid face) and the last thing he sees is an expression of pure surprise before he leans down and presses his lips against Lance's.It’s a peck, and it lasts a second, and then it’s over. Keith leans back, releasing Lance’s face, and hisses, “There.”
Cute and short fic basically just klance kissing with some feelings involved. The summary really says it all.
Well, we’ve made it to the end of this rec list. As always, please rec me fics I love getting recommendations. I loved reading all of your comments from the last list so please keep them coming, I love to hear from all of you, so feel free to message or ask a question. Hope you’re all doing well, until next time :)
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all the stars in all the skies: a playlist for Home and a Half by @echodrops
the chain - fleetwood mac // sorrow - the national // nothing’s gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex // child i will hurt you - crystal castles // constant craving - the cat and owl // run boy run - woodkid // female robbery - the neighbourhood // sleepsong - bastille // small things - ben howard // iron - woodkid // greens of june - neko case // mars - sleeping at last // iscariot - walk the moon // human - daughter // body - mother mother // i come with knives - iamx // all these things that i’ve done - the killers // an angry blade - iron & wine // all the stars - the wailin’ jennys // i’ll be good - jaymes young // slow wake up sunday morning - mountain man // someone to stay - vancouver sleep clinic // it’s alright - mother mother // this is home - cavetown
Song explanations under the cut!
First I’d like to clarify: I’m not insane. I’m just a huge ass dork for this fic. (For a lot of things, really, but irrelevant.) HaaH is one of my favorite written works ever, fanfiction or not, so I really, truly should not have been surprised that this playlist ended up being so much longer than I meant for it to be, and it probably could’ve been even longer if I’d let myself keep going. In my defense, I can’t art, so this is one of my only ways to show my appreciation.
Anyways, I’m not gonna wax poetics about how much I love this story because we would be here all day and this post is too long as it is, so down to business: this playlist is very loosely structured. It’s hard to give the songs a significant order when only a few correspond to specific moments or lines; most of them I chose to focus more on bigger picture themes and concepts from the story. So the order isn’t that important, I just organized them so they’d transition relatively smoothly sound-wise and tried to keep similar concepts together. Additionally, I did use both quotes from the fic and the songs in some of my explanations, so fic quotes are bolded and song lyrics are in italics. Some of these are short, some are a bit longer, some are just the quotes because I didn’t feel the need to explain further, but hopefully all of them give a good idea of why I chose the song. I thought about just posting the playlist by itself, but I felt weird not explaining the thinking behind it, so uh, here it is I guess?
1) The Chain - Fleetwood Mac: The best song in existence. Objectively speaking, of course. The first time I heard this while thinking of HaaH though, it just fit so well, and I haven’t really been able to un-associate the two since. (Not that I want to lol) It just has such a desert vibe to it that matches with the story, and I think it represents Keith’s desperation to avoid rejection from the team so well. It’s like...if I were to picture a trailer for HaaH, this is the song I would hear in the background, y’know?
2) Sorrow - The National: This one’s a bit of a weird one because I can’t quite put into words why this is on here. Like, I added it back when I was just throwing some songs together for background atmosphere while reading HaaH, but when I was working to make this into something more thought out, I couldn’t bring myself to take this song off. So here it is, I guess.
3) Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex: This one is here more for its sound and atmosphere, not really the lyrics. It just sounds like...nostalgia, I guess. Like it’s supposed to be reminiscing about something comforting, but it’s not quite there because the pain of the present is keeping you rooted. The way I hear it, it’s like Keith is thinking about his mom and her love and comfort, but it’s tainted by the loss of all of that. (I might be slightly insane. I’ve come to terms with that.)
4) Child I Will Hurt You - Crystal Castles: I don’t know how else to phrase this so I’m just gonna say it: this song gives me the heebie jeebies, just like Keith’s flashbacks to his earlier times with the Garrison. I swear, every time he says replacement mother or father it gives me chills. Or makes me want to cry a bit. It just feels so wrong, and that’s why I picked this song, ‘cause it gives me the same feeling. The music is so soft, like it was supposed to be a lullaby, but the lyrics and the feeling underneath is...disturbing. Plus, “Hide all that you could / Done for the greater good / It’s later understood” reminds me all too well of the Garrison scientists and what they did to Keith.
5) Constant Craving - The Cat and Owl: So while I was searching for songs to add, it suddenly occurred to me that despite the fact that one of Keith’s major problems is that he can’t put his thoughts and feelings into words properly, every single song I’d added did exactly that. And so began my search for some instrumental songs that unfortunately only turned up this one, mostly because I realized this playlist was getting far too long lol. Though now that I’ve thought about it, an all instrumental HaaH playlist would be an interesting challenge. Hm. I already knew I wanted to add Constant Craving as a sort of representation for Keith’s own craving for love, acceptance, and family, but when I heard this version I knew it was right. Keith knows he desperately needs all these things, but he can’t put it into words, can’t communicate it right. It’s made even better by how well known the original song is, because you can feel the familiarity in it, feel what’s missing and what should be there, but it’s different at the same time, like that absence has created something strange, something off-kilter from what it should have been. Plus it’s sorta a lullaby version, which I like since Keith’s childhood is an often reoccurring topic.
6) Run Boy Run - Woodkid: Seems to me like there’s a lot of shit Keith’s been running from. (also...running makes me think of “escaped from the Garrison”. Escaped. Escaped. ESCAPED.)
7) Female Robbery - The Neighbourhood: There’s some really fucked up stuff in Keith’s past in addition to the whole Galra thing, and he really does not want the team to find out any of it. This song makes me think a lot about that.
8) Sleepsong - Bastille: “You go to sleep on your own / And you wake each day with your thoughts / And it scares you being alone, it's a last resort” & “All you want is someone onto whom you can cling / Your mother warned of strangers and the dangers they may bring / Your dreams and memories are blurring into one / The scenes which hold the waking world slowly come undone.” ...yeah.
9) Small Things - Ben Howard: Another song that’s on here more for the sound than the lyrics, though the lyrics could possibly fit. I just love the dreamy, suspended feeling that this song exudes and how well it fits with the feeling that Keith’s flashbacks and memories give me.
10) Iron - Woodkid: “But Keith was gone—every reflex retuned for battle, every nerve sparking under his skin, and all there was fight, win, refuse to be killed.“ - “I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest / I'm ready for the fight, and fate” So the lyrics don’t *exactly* match up, but the underlying themes are there, I think, and the atmosphere of this one was more important to me anyways. The intensity of it just screams fighting and death and red to me.
11) Greens of June - Neko Case, k.d. lang, Laura Veirs: “Just in the moment / Everything's changed / My dark disposition / Has been rearranged” The arrival of the kids is certainly not a very happy time considering the circumstances, but it brought a change that Keith desperately needed, one that will hopefully help him actually be happy. (My other reason for choosing this song is, for whatever reason, it also gives me desert vibes.)
12) Mars - Sleeping at Last: “We let the end goal blind us to the means. We’ll have to re-evaluate before we take on any more missions. If violence is our go-to method of beating the enemy, we’re no better than the empire ourselves.” - "Lay your weapons down! / They're calling off the war / On account of losing track / Of what we're fighting for." The team has taken up an immense and necessary duty to protect the universe, but that doesn’t mean they don’t get caught up in the grey areas of war, and it doesn’t mean they get to come home without scars.
13) Iscariot - WALK THE MOON: Broganes, anyone? For real though, this song is about betrayal between two people who are essentially brothers (specifically Jesus and Judas but I didn’t pick it for the religious references). While I don’t think Shiro is gonna see Keith being Galra and hiding it as a personal betrayal, Keith clearly does. “How long did he have left before…Before Lance said he’d known all along there was something wrong with Keith, before Pidge threw his hypocrisy back in his face: no secrets between paladins, huh? Before Allura turned her back on him. Before Shiro couldn’t, and Keith had to meet his eyes, watch betrayal dawn white-star bright and burning.” Ah. That sweet, terrible angst.
14) Human - Daughter: “Underneath the skin there's a human / Buried deep within there's a human / And despite everything I'm still human / But I think I'm dying here.” I think this song works on two levels. One, you can take “human” to be quite literal and interpret it as Keith’s desperation to hide his Galra heritage and keep pretending that he’s entirely human, even though it clearly has awful emotional repercussions for him. Two, you can look at “human” with a metaphorical lens to talk about how even though Keith seems like a cold tough guy on the surface, underneath that is a complicated mess of emotions and trauma, and not being able to properly deal with all of that is killing him.
15) Body - Mother Mother: One of the things about HaaH that I find most interesting is Keith’s relationship with his body. Between the whole Galra form vs human form, the fact that his human form is not how he was born, and everything that the Garrison did to him...it’s a goddamn mess. Hence, this song. can I please give this boy a hug
16) I Come With Knives - IAMX: First and foremost, I had to include this song for the irony, because Keith did, in fact, come with a knife. However, I also included it because I really like how on the surface, it can be written off as just another angsty emo song, but if you take the time to really listen to it, it’s filled with genuine emotion and hurt. (Almost like a certain knife-wielding alien boy I know...)
17) All These Things That I’ve Done - The Killers: I have a few different reasons for why this song is here, but the main one is pretty much “I got soul, but I’m not a soldier”. I mean...yeah. That screams Keith to me. He’s driven and angry and passionate and willing to fight so hard to protect the people he loves, but...that doesn’t mean he’s emotionally okay with being a soldier, even if the rest of the team seems to think otherwise.
18) An Angry Blade - Iron & Wine: Another one that immediately earned points for Keith irony in the title. Seriously though, I love the tone of this song for Keith. It’s got desert vibes to it, and maybe it’s just because my hearing isn’t fantastic, but I like that the lyrics are a bit hard to make out. You really have to listen. (Again, almost like...hmm...) Plus: “You’re an angry blade and you’re brave / But you’re all alone”
19) All the Stars - The Wailin’ Jennys: I swear I didn’t just pick this for the title. It was a little bit for the title though, sue me. Nope, it was more for “So open wide your wounded heart / Feel yourself be blown apart” because for the love of god, Keith, please open up a bit more to the people around you. On a more serious note, I was also struck by “You don’t know me / You know one side of a story” because it’s true for both Keith and his mother. The Keith part is obvious--the team, with the exception of Shiro, only really sees the Keith that’s on the surface. But it’s kinda true for Keith and his mom too, right? He’s missing so much information because of his spotty memories. Up until the kids arrived, it seems like he didn’t even consider the idea that she might be, y’know, not evil. So...yeah. Also “All the stars in the sky / Say goodbye say goodbye” because I didn’t need my heart, it’s fine, it’s okay, I’m not crying over a fictional character and the death of his alien mother, there’s just dirt in my eyes--
20) I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young: “But if there was a way to stop the blood flowing down his glove, the sound a sword made when it struck bone, the way her breath came in pieces between the shocks her sobs, then he definitely would have... “ - “I've been cold, I've been merciless / But the blood on my hands scares me to death / Maybe I'm waking up today”
21) Slow Wake Up Sunday Morning - Mountain Man: “It's lucid dreaming; he knew it wasn't real, not anymore, but still he couldn't focus his eyes, couldn't see past the fall of her hair in the pale morning light...” - “The light / It moves / Across this room / Like it could reach us, honey” & “We are already there, it seems / (I know I can't stay in this place)” I don’t quite know how to explain why I connected this song with this moment beyond the whole early morning thing but...this moment was an especially emotional one for me. It felt like something Keith wanted to hold on to, wanted to go back to, but just like the sun continues rising, the world keeps moving, regardless of whether we want it to or not.
22) Someone to Stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic: “You were alone left out in the cold / Clinging to the ruin of your broken home / Too lost and hurting to carry your load / We all need someone to hold” I just...yeah. There’s not much I need to say about this one. Just Keith and the kids, man.
23) It’s Alright - Mother Mother: Whenever I listen to this song, I feel like I’m getting a hug. Since I cannot project myself into fictional stories and hug the characters myself, I instead gift this song to Keith. Please, someone give this boy more hugs. Please.
24) This is Home - Cavetown: “Get a load of this monster / He doesn't know how to communicate / His mind is in a different place / Will everybody please give him a little bit of space / Get a load of this trainwreck / His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet / But little do we know the stars welcome him with open arms / Oh / Time is / Slowly / Tracing his face / But strangely he feels at home in this place.” <3
This got way too long, so to anyone who actually made it through all of that, I sincerely apologize. >.<
#echodrops#home and a half#haah#not using fandom tags cause ha no way am i getting involved in that mess again#anyways imma just...leave this here#and go have my anxiety in the corner so bye
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modern!au k(lance)
they're all in their 20's except for Shiro who's 30 and coran who's 50
first of all. miss me with that 'pining roommate' shit. I love miscommunication and making characters that r sexy bffs with one another
Lance meets Nyma through a Craigslist ad he put up saying he needed a roommate. the moment they met was a tragedy for everyone but them because they're that powerful and beautiful
lance with tousled hair, wearing a half-unbuttoned silk shirt and designer jeans, Michael kors sunglasses pushed up atop his head, arm wrapped around nyma: hi guys this is my roommate, nyma!
nyma, with her blonde 3-ft long box braids down her back, perfectly manicured red nails, bodycon dress and loubitons, hand on lances waist: hey
allura, shaking and on the verge of tears: STOP MAKING US LOOK POOR AND UGLY
Lance is in school for marine biology and Nyma works as a hairdresser and the both of them are small beauty gurus on YouTube that collab with one another
lance: hey guys we're going to be trying out the new anastasia pallete we got today :)!
nyma: and by got we mean shoplifted from sephora
lance: NYMA YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT
they're also insta baddies and both gender non-conforming baddies. Nyma is a nonbinary lesbian icon and lance is a nonbinary bicon.... those are like the fucking BEST senses of style
anyone with eyes can see that nyma is into and ONLY into girls but of course... heteronormativity.
rolo: I still don't get why you're dating lance. he's super annoying.
nyma: he doesn't bitch nearly as much as you even when he's got my cock in his ass
they do this thing where when people assume they're a couple they pretend they're some kind of kink couple and freak everyone out
which is why when hunk and pidge meet nyma they're like :eyes: but when nyma flirts with pidge lance doesn't even bat an eye and then lance starts pining about Keith's greasy mullet and his bags under his eyes and nymas got this look on her face that perfectly resembles a man who's lost all sense of normalcy and righteousness in his life and now sits in a bar every night listening to this dumb romance novel type shit and then pidge and hunk are like. oh. no they're just gay.
speaking of keith. he's one of those gays. one of the quirky emo gays that never sleeps and listens to 'coffee and cigarettes' on repeat and has like 3 strings of lights in his room and not only is an art major but ALSO a photographer. and yet somehow he still has the will to wake up at 5 am every morning and go to the gym like some kind of HEATHEN.
Lance knew Keith in high school for 3 years until he got expelled for fighting at the end of his junior year. He was also universally crushed on and was the bad boy jock of the school with a heart of gold so naturally Lance pretended to despise him so he could pine for him in peace
that all goes down the drain when Lance recognizes Keith in one of his classes and goes through the five stages of grief because a) he's hot and b) Lance is openly bi now so he doesn't have an escuse to not tolerate him
(He wasn't gonna do anything about it until he was put in a group with Keith a few weeks into class and he off handedly mentioned he went to Keiths high school, and Keith claimed he didn't remember him, and Lance was just a tad bit upset but was gonna leave it at that except after like 5 days of working together Keith slams his fists into the table and is like 'HOLY FUCK LANCE MCCLAIN?' And Lance is like. w. What.)
turns out Keith does remember lance. very vividly, actually. because he was the guy that everyone kind of had a crush on because he was so nice and charming to everyone he met, and Keith was SO gone for him. he just didn't recognize him tbh, which makes sense, bcuz in high school lance wore blue contacts and had straight hair and now he just wears glasses occasionally and leaves his hair wavy. Keith is gay and stupid don't blame him
keith, bursting into Shiro and Adams apartment at 2 pm: SHIRO HOLY FUCK
adam, bags under his eyes, underneath the covers of him and shiros bed: good fucking god not again
I'm tired of talking about ppl other than Lance and nyma though so I'm gonna talk about them for a bit because im love
as I said Lance has wavy hair and his actual eye color is brown but as he was growing up he was hella insecure about it that's why he wore blue contacts.... nyma caught him once trying to put them on again and put an end to All That Real Quick
nyma has brown eyes too and they're super dark, almost black, and that shits breathtaking bro. she usually has her real hair dyed blonde all the time and permed but she also likes to wear wigs and get braids too because she knows she looks damn good in them. everyone is jealous.
lance has tons of super light freckles. Enough said. nyma has a birthmark on her hip that's kind of shaped like a horse if you look at it from the right way
lance: you were a horse girl as a kid weren't u
nyma: how fucking dare. how fucking dare you say that. I really do have to laugh.......
nyma: obviously I was a warrior cats stan
lance's sense of fashion ranges from 'i went to California for a week once and now I can't stop wearing sweatpants and slides' to 'It's surprising I haven't gotten robbed at this point'. Lance is a scholarship baby so all the money he saved up through countless jobs and the one he already has at a coffee shop almost exclusively goes to clothes and kombucha
Nymas sense of style is definitely more on the eccentric side but since she looks good in EVERYTHING she gets away with it. think dollskill but with more neon colors and designer. she's the kind of person that never wears the same shade of lipstick for a whole month and has a box full of makeup palletes that are almost untouched and everyone who has seen it is both jealous and in wonder FENTYWAYS...
Keith goes over to lance's apartment for a project of sorts and immediately assumes that Lance and Nyma are a thing (they're very platonically affectionate, Nyma will kiss lance's cheek and they cuddle sometimes) which is disappointing but it's not a surprise considering Lance is so Lance and everyone else acts like they are dating so that must be the case, right?
lmao you thought.
nyma: holy shit. holy Fuck. God, allura is so hot. I would probably die if she brushed past me. I would die happily knowing I've been blessed by the touch of an angel.
lance: yeah haha she's really pretty.
keith, struggling to not choke on his coffee hearing All This at 9:31 A.M. in starbucks:
Keith asks if he can take photos of the two of them for his photography insta and they both jump on it so they can flex being sexy and afterwards Lance thanks him with a kiss on the cheek and Keith is sent REELING into gay mayhem.
lance: do you think that was like..... too much.
nyma: i think men are dumb that's what.
I mean u can't really blame Keith because Lance and Nyma are constantly joke-flirting with one another on social media and are in almost every one of the others photos in some way, or at least tagged, so by the time Keith actually works up the nerve to ask about that, it's been WEEKS since Lance kissed him and he's been miserably failing to ignore it
keith: so.... how's nyma doing?
lance: she's good! She's spent all day dying one of her wigs so she went for a coffee run lol. probably will hang with allura and shay later too
keith: and.... that doesn't make you jealous?
lance: LOL no.... they could never compete with me (talking about being Nyma's best friend)
keith: oh.... well, it's good that you trust each other a lot in your relationship.... you seem like a really good boyfriend
lance: wat the fuck did you just say.
as soon as lance explains that nyma is not his gf and they're just bffs Keith is like ohthankgod.jpg and almost accidentally asks lance on a date before he stops himself and is like.... dumb gay bitch calm DOOOWWWNN
after that it becomes very obvious that nyma and lance r just friends at least for Keith mostly through dumb shit they say to one another
lance, sitting with hunk, pidge, and Keith at the library: hey guys wanna see something cool.
pidge: go for it
lance, clearing his throat: she think she bad but I'm better, these bitches tryna play catch up-
nyma, coming out of nowhere: SHUT THE FUCK UP WHEN I'M TALKING LIL BITCH, PUT YO HEAD DOWN WHEN YOU TALK TO A PIMP-
Nyma and Lance have self-care nights every Friday, sometimes Allura or Shay will come, and very RARELY Keith if only to spend time with Lance. also? Allura and Shay are dating, die mad about it.
They do waxing, exfoliation, mud masks, moisturizing treatments, hair masks, painting nails.... need I go on. it's basically whatever they want to do that week and when Keith reluctantly agrees to participate one day Lance goes mental
lance: OK so here's what I'm thinking. it's obvious you haven't really had a self care day for a while, which is like, fine, you do you, but holy shit are your split ends bad. I was thinking maybe I could trim them and then we could do a hair mask? Oh! A face mask would be good as well, even though you've practically got perfect skin. I'd offer to wax but for first timers the pain is a bitch to handle on the face. I'm not sure if you'd be an acrylic kind of guy but I have some black nail polish that I could put on- wow, your hands are really big compared to mine, and they're so soft, haha, isn't that crazy? so what do you think?
keith, still reeling from the fact that lance is going to touch his hair, face, and hands in the next several hours: uh......yeah..... sounds great.
nyma, sitting on lance's bed in nothing but a bra and sweatpants, smoking a blunt and readjusting her sheet mask: *long exhale* christ
Shay got Lance into the whole healthy organic food thing and in turn he got Nyma into it so they're both the bitches who drink nothing but Fiji water and almond milk and will offer you a plate of sliced cucumbers and tomatoes as a snack. we Stan a vegan couple.
keith: these are actually really good.
nyma: we usually put them on our eyes, but go off I guess.
keith:
nyma: nah I'm just fucking with you, we have different cucumbers for that
by the end of the night Keith feels like he's been cleaned by a car wash and he's dizzy from all of lance's thoughtless affection and when lance says he can stay the night because it's already late, Keith mindlessly blurts out 'only if it's with you' and nymas like.... um. Wig.
keith, laying stiff as a board on one side of lance's bed: uh
lance: oh my God you gay bitch get over here and spoon me. also kiss me on the fucking lips bro.
Nyma owns a cat named Beezer that she stole from her old roommate (rolo) but calls her beebo because quote 'beezer is so fucking lame bro i hate men'. Lance owns a Russian blue mix called, you guessed it, Blue, that he found stuck in his apartments basement only a few days after moving in. Nyma and Lance are WEAK
lance: ohhhhh look at my pretty baby sitting on the table all cute and relaxed!!! look at that baby!!! fantastic stuff!
nyma, putting her head on beebos belly: You Are So Soft And So Chubby I Would Die For You
pidge would also die for the both of them
OK I'm tired and uninspired so I'll stop here but I MAY ADD MORE LATER
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cheiloproclitic (Klance)
Summary: Pining Keith just looooves Lance's lips.
Warnings: none.
Chapters: 1 [completed]
Words: 3,459
READ IT ON AO3.
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Lance is rambling again, much to everyone’s annoyance. Something about uh…their last mission, when the team fought Lotor’s crew and got their ass handed to them. Keith has no idea what he’s talking about—words seem to pass over his head as he toys with his blade, twirling it distractedly. Shiro probably would’ve scolded him if he saw how careless Keith was with the knife; but Shiro was in the room, resting. Keith was glad he had the man back in the team; at least he wasn’t going to be forced to lead again, despite getting slightly used to it. He was going to miss that—but his feelings need to be pushed aside for the moment. He still had the Black Lion to learn to live with. And that was no easy feat. It was different from Red, who he has formed a bond with over time. He still couldn’t believe that he has been chosen as the leader—was he up for it? He wanted to believe so. He wanted to think that he was capable of leading the team and earn their trust.
He wanted to prove himself.
“…”
Keith stares blankly at the knife: another one of his problems. His own identity, the Galra blood that was a part of him…He didn’t want to think about that right now. He didn’t want to think about all of these problems at all. He wanted to be as relaxed as the others, as charming and goofy as Lance. Thinking of Lance, his hues focus on the tall, lanky boy who was still gesticulating and making laser sound effects. Playful, as always. Keith knew better. After that private moment between them, when Lance sought out reassurance from him, things changed. The Red paladin never expected that to happen; it…shook something inside of Keith. No one ever came to him for advice; and yet Lance did. The one that hated his guts a while ago.
Keith…admired Lance. Sometimes, he even wanted to tell him that. But he was afraid of his reaction. Was Keith in the position of praising Lance? He had no idea how to react and, in consequence, his own feelings continued to bloom. He didn’t mind getting closer to the ex-Blue paladin. How many times has he wished for that to happen, to learn what it is to have a friend there for you, to let someone in behind his walls and not fear that they’ll leave him. He wanted to trust someone; he didn’t want to be lonely anymore.
Keith craved for affection and desired to feel more..
He shivers and wipes his eyes, trying to hide the incoming of his tears. He said he wouldn’t cry. And that’s what he’s going to do. He has to focus here. The dark haired boy puts his knife away and sinks back into the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t wanted to sulk, so he gives an attempt to listen to what Lance was talking about, although he has heard it countless times before. Lance liked bragging about how he shot all of the guards back there with deadly accuracy—Keith had to admit that that was impressive. Saved his life even. There was no doubt that shooting was Lance’s forte, though it seems the boy in question never seems to acknowledge that. He always sought out validation, a thing Keith couldn’t really understand. Lance should know he was good. Extraordinary. Sometimes, Keith wanted to be as skilled as Lance was. And it was a darn shame Lance couldn’t see himself through Keith’s blue ones.
Lance was handsome. Lance was funny as well as incredibly annoying when he shouldn’t be. But the times when he was serious clearly showed how dedicated and loyal he was for the cause. How he would set aside his pride for the greater good; and how much of a fool he was for not believing that he was a valuable asset for the team. Involuntarily, he cheered everyone up—Keith can’t see the castle without Lance’s loud mouth and arrogant attitude that hid his true character inside.
Keith noticed a lot of things about Lance lately…How, when he was upset with a decision, he kept his opinion for himself and stuffed his hands in his pockets. How smart and clever he could be when it came to strategy and thinking of what the team needs best. No one really seems to appreciate that—maybe Keith had those moments too, but…he learned the truth. How Lance was Keith’s impulse control and how he managed to make him change his mind when it came to jeopardizing the team’s safety. Lance was the perfect right hand for Keith—and Keith, to a certain degree, trusted him. They made a good team. They…
When did this started...?
When did the broody and aloof currently Black Paladin started to think of his teammate like this? He stared at him countless times but only recently he noticed how handsome Lance was. How fluffy his brown hair was and how often did he wanted to ruffle it, to touch it. He never had that impulse before, but now it was more obvious. Keith found out that whenever Lancey Lance smiled, he’d involuntarily smile to himself; a little one, barely visible, but it was there. Without a doubt. And Keith also noticed that his gaze softened when he was looking at the aforementioned boy. And how his pulse quickened. How his cheeks reddened when Lance ‘flirted’ with him or addressed him some words. How good Lance looked in his costume, at that tight ass, or how he peeked at his naked torso when he was changing. That was his secret—observing has become a habit, and he prayed to God that Lance didn’t notice. But oh, so many dirty thoughts crossed his mind in that moment, a thing he didn’t personally think he’d be capable of. It was… a new experience that Keith carefully examined and threaded on with extra caution. He didn’t want to fall too hard into Lance’s trap. What if he read all these signs wrongly?
What happened to him? Feelings weren't his forte.
Keith did not want to think too deeply about what he was feeling towards the other. Maybe it was wrong, but it felt so right.
It was undeniable that Keith had a crush on the sharpshooter. He could figure that out by himself.
Those beautiful blue orbs of Lance’s suddenly stop onto Keith’s and Keith jumps in surprise. Maybe he was too focused onto his internal battles and was too obvious about his attraction. He hoped not. He really did not want everyone to know. Although his heart kept telling him that it was ok to be expressive, that it wasn’t wrong. But damn, how could Keith do that without accidentally fucking things up? He had no idea. He decided to just wait it out and works things out. Because he has been pining on Lance for a long time without really realizing what he was feeling. Those constant jabs at him; he now knew why.
It was all clear—and oh boy he was in deep.
Lance smiles in Keith’s direction; and his heart skips a beat. “Are you listening to me, Keith?” he asks in that goofy tone of voice of his, that was very endearing to Keith’s ears.
“Mmmhhm..” Keith is only capable of letting out a hum, not trusting his voice. He felt too many emotions to believe his voice wouldn’t crack.
It makes Lance grin brightly and he completely turns his body towards Keith. His body tenses immediately and he straightens a little since he had Lance’s full attention on him. He was going to start babbling again and Keith had the task to listen.
“I’m at that part where I so brilliantly shot the enemy that was about to overwhelm you, Keith!” Keith remembered that moment. Ok, he was slightly frustrated by that. Maybe he wanted to impress Lance this time around. But oh well, he had to live like this.
“Yeah, thanks for having my back out there,” Keith compliments Lance and he’s pleased to see how he visibly flusters and tries to keep his smile in control. He glances to the side, acting nonchalant about it. At least Keith was a good actor when it was needed.
“Uhh yeah, no problem, buddy!” he says, kind of proud. “But have you seen it, guys?” he suddenly addresses the others, though his body was still focused on Keith.
“No, not re—“ Hunk starts to answer, but it is interrupted by Lance.
“Then let me recapitulate!” And he starts on talking and talking, again, gesticulating and making cute sounds. Keith sighs dreamily, but he quickly hides it under that cool ‘I’m a bad boy’ façade. He keeps his eyes trained on Lance’s face, though his attention was captured by Lance’s lips.
Oh, Keith learned the hard way that he liked Lance’s lips the most. They were attractive and had a rosy hue to them that seemed to glisten in the light, attracting him. When did he start wanting to kiss Lance? Since forever, maybe. I mean, his lips moved so darn much that it was impossible to focus on something else.
Keith only noticed on a mission when they had to infiltrate a Galra base. While they fucked up the stealthy mission and riled the guards up, Keith knew that they had to hide somewhere. When he saw the opportunity, when he saw that crack, he reacted immediately and, grabbing Lance’s arm, he pulled him in the confines of that gap. They barely fit—Keith has no idea how he could think that they’d actually squeeze in there. But they did; they were pretty skinny after all. It was the perfect hideout: dark and deep enough—luckily for Keith, Lance did not hesitate on following his lead, without questioning it.
“Keep quiet,” Keith hissed in a whisper at Lance, confused as to whether he liked the position they were in or not. It was a necessary yet compromising if one of their teammates were to discover that; which was highly unlikely. They were somehow sitting face to face, their chest barely touching one another. Lance was taller than Keith (not by much, mind you! Tell Keith he’s short and he’ll flip you over) and the small space had him lean above Keith, resting his palms on the wall above Keith’s head. In that moment, the dark haired boy hoped that Lance wouldn’t hear his booming heart flutters or feel the heat radiating off his face at the sudden closeness. Even if he planned this, it wouldn’t have ended so perfectly like this. It made Keith self-conscious of his feelings but at the same time, he liked being able to feel Lance like this. He tried hard to avoid looking directly into Lance’s eyes and glanced to the side, pretending he was listening to the footsteps outside. He could hear them, faintly in the distance—but it slipped out of his mind the moment he noticed Lance’s hot breath above his face. He flushed, he couldn’t help himself. And clenched his fists that were to his side, trying hard to control himself to not put his palms onto Lance’s chest.
His breathing started to grow erratic—this was bad. This was very bad. He wouldn’t be able to control his impulses.
“Are they gone?” Lance whispers close to his ear and Keith’s breath hitches in his throat. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Really, this was fucked up.
“Shh, listen,” Keith snaps, hiding his nervousness. Lance sighs and glances to where they came from. And suddenly, they both hear it. The heavy footsteps of the Galra soldiers running, their voices shouting ‘Look for the two paladins! Capture them!’ Keith’s hand was on his knife, ready to fight were to be discovered. He felt sweat forming on his brow from both the tension of the chase and the hot atmosphere he felt around the Blue paladin. They waited, tensed and poised to attack—but the group of soldiers passed alongside the crack without even paying attention to their hideout. When the sounds faded away, they let out a breath of relief and their bodies visibly relaxed.
“Ok, I think we can go out—“ Keith started but stopped as soon as he turned his head towards Lance. “—n-now…” He hated himself for letting his voice falter. But could you blame him? Lance relaxed too quickly and he was now resting above Keith on his elbows, gradually getting even closer to Keith’s face. If Keith craned his neck a little bit more and stood on his tiptoes, he could easily kiss Lance. They were basically…Keith couldn’t explain this feeling. “I—I uh..”
Lance only looked at him confused, even daring to cock his head to the side cutely. “They’re gone, Keith.” He states, matter-of-factly. But Keith’s mind was not processing facts any longer. His eyes stared into Lance’s blue ones, getting lost in them. It felt as if he was swimming in them and he was getting lost in the ocean of them; more like drowning. It was a dreadful feeling—he was remaining without air at the sight. Dammit, Kogane, compose yourself. “Keith…? Buddy?” Lance’s voice was worried yet dangerously low. “Are you ok?”
Keith’s face was redder than his suit. What should he say?
“Why are you staring at me like that…?” Lance was self-conscious of the staring and a light blush painted his tanned cheeks. And he had a very sexy voice… “Keith…” This time, it sounded like a moan and Keith reacted accordingly.
Without remorse, he grabbed Lance’s collar and held him there, frowning at what he was about to do. His eyes kept darting towards the Cuban’s lips: it was the first time he actually saw them. In the dim light of the ship, they glowed with intense temptation, so healthy and well-kept. As opposed to Keith’s own lips, which were naturally soft yet his uncaring attitude left them chapped and unattractive. He licked them to make them more appealing, although the main attraction was Lance’s mouth. Slightly parted from the surprise and trembling with desire, Keith hoped. Lance looked scared, yet oddly into it. Keith’s heart beat even faster as he started to get on his tiptoes, closing his eyes. Was he really going to do this?! Was he really going to kiss the Lance McLain? He couldn’t possibly…And yet he felt Lance’s hands going down to his hair, resting there and petting his head. What the hell was Lance doing anyway? He was reacting to Keith—did that mean he also felt the same way he did?
No way..
But the wish was there, floating between them. In the way Lance’s fingers brushed against Keith’s dark lush locks and how, during the initial relaxation, Lance’s knee was in between Keith’s legs, almost touching him. Keith felt like grinding against it, just to feel Lance closer, to observe what his reaction would be to that. Would it feel right? Or would it be extremely wrong? Keith was tempted. There was nothing he could do to quench his thirst and feed the hunger he felt in that moment for the tanned Blue paladin. His eyes shone so beautifully…What did Keith do to deserve this? Just a little thrust of his hips, a bit of rotation of his lower half and he’d be…
“K-Keith…” the way Lance said his name, Keith would never forget. How soft it sounded and how vulnerable it made Lance look. It made Keith’s blood boil and his instincts kicked in: he simply wanted to ravage the boy senseless. It should be illegal to be this adorable and sexy at the same time.
He leaned in closer, taking the lead. Lance slowly closed his eyes, wearing a deeply conflicted expression but at the same time—
“Urghhh…” Keith moaned in his palms, covering his face at the memory. They didn’t kiss, though—but the thought was now vivid in his mind. They were interrupted at the right time and parted as if they were about to do something forbidden. It took a while before they could look into each other’s eyes again without feeling ashamed about what they were about to do back then. Other things took their mind off of it and now they forgot about it. At least Lance did. Keith couldn’t. Lance’s mouth was constantly attracting his attention, no matter what. When they curled into that mischievous and perverted grin; whenever he ate something and some crumbs remained latched there—he wanted to lick them off. Lance was so clumsy and oblivious. Keith liked that, sort of. He wondered more often than not how his lips tasted. And it killed him…
This was so fruitless…
“Keith, buddy?” He feels Lance’s hand on his shoulder and he quickly lifts his head, almost bumping into Lance’s big forehead. They were in the exact same position as before and both their faces flare up in embarrassment. But neither moves from their spot, assuming their position. Lance clears his throat, trying hard to keep eye contact. “You—You feeling alright? You were kinda spacing out there…”
Keith wants to die. To disappear off this planet because he’s feeling the urge to kiss Lance right then and there, in front of everyone. But he can’t afford to do that. His lips were so close; not much separated them and hot breath was tantalizing against his own mouth. Just a bit more and..
“Keith, you’re all red.” Lance puts his hand on the other boy’s forehead and Keith flinches. “You’re burning and—wait, why are you staring at my mouth like that?” The sentence makes Keith gulp: he was caught. “Do I have something on it?” Again, clueless Lance strikes again. Fortunately for the Red paladin. How could he explain what he was feeling? He couldn’t. He himself had no idea what he was feeling. All that he knew was…that he was disastrously attracted to that pair of lips.
“I—I—Lance, I was just th-thinking.” And so, the boy pushes Lance’s hand away, averting his gaze. “It’s nothing.”
“Thinking about what?” And, as always, the inquisitive and curious Lance came out in the open. “Keith, don’t avoid me!”
Red in the face, Keith couldn’t contain his feelings any longer and he stood up, bursting “K-Kissing! I was thinking about kissing, ok?! Now leave me!”
Lance only blinked in confusion. “Kiss who?”
“Y-Y…” Keith gulped. He couldn’t say it. He wanted to. But he couldn’t. he lifted his head and pleaded Lance with his eyes to get the picture. Lance softly gasped, taken by surprise by Keith’s expression—and he involuntarily blushed.
“K-Keith…?” Lance mumbled in that deep low voice of his. “Who.” He was serious; he really wanted to know now.
“Yo—Lips.” Keith blurted out, at a loss. What the fuck was he saying?
“Lips?”
“Yours—uhhh, you have umm, nice…lips?” Lance barely heard him and he leaned towards him. Keith only seemed to shrunk under the gaze.
“My…what?”
It was now or never. “I am attracted to lips, ok?!” And, with that statement, he pushes past the taller boy and runs out of there. “I’m going to train!”
“Wait, Keith—He’s gone…” Lance calls after the boy then sighs in frustration, running a hand through his locks. “What’s with that guy?” Lance had no idea what Keith referred to, but it bothered him. What was all the tension he felt whenever he was around Keith? It was weird. It felt as if Keith wanted to do something to him, but he had no idea what. Yet he felt as if, without him really wanting to, his mouth gravitated towards Keith’s on its own. What was this sentiment…? He couldn’t be attracted to that bastard. What the hell was wrong with him? “Do you guys have any idea what he was talking about?” he turns to Hunk and Pidge, the ones who have been present to the encounter this whole time, amusing themselves.
Pidge snickers and gives Lance a shit-eating grin. “From my calculations, Keith sounds as if he’s attracted to your lips.” Pidge’s glasses glints with mischief. “I think he reaaaaallly wants to kiss you, Lance.”
Lance takes a while to process that in his mind; and when he does, his brain completely explodes. As well as his face, which is red as a tomato. “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!” he cries out in despair, but entirely pleased by this information. “I—I need to cool down a little bit…” And he wobbles out of there, feeling faint.
What is he going to do with this information now?
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Day 22 & 23: Amnesia
For @sheithmonth
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July 22 - Age / Age Gap & July 23 - Amnesia
Shiro was sure that he went to sleep in his bed at the Garrison, but when he woke up he was surrounded by people he didn’t know. And with aches and pains he didn’t remember having. He supposed he should be trying to figure out who all these unfamiliar faces were around him (was that woman purple?), but he was more worried about his arm.
His lack of an arm that is.
“What the fuck?” he whispered, staring down at the empty space at his side.
“Shiro?”
He looked up and met eyes with a stranger. No, wait, the face was familiar. The only one he sort of recognized in the room. It took him a moment because this was not the cadet at the Garrison he’d been hanging out with a few hours earlier. Yet there was no mistaking those eyes.
Keith somehow got older.
And he was hot.
“Uh… Keith?”
“How are you feeling?” Keith asked, placing a hand on his left shoulder, “You passed out again. I was worried.”
“I’m fine?” Shiro replied slowly, “How did I get here?”
“You’ve been in the healing pod for the last few hours. Allura said your body has finally accepted your consciousness after all that time you spent in the Black Lion’s Quantum Abyss.”
The words were nonsense to Shiro. Healing pod? Black Lion? Quantum Abyss?
“Keith, I um don’t want to freak you out but-”
“What’s wrong?” Keith asked, eyes widening in concern, “Are you in pain? Can you move okay? Is-Is it your arm?”
Keith’s eyes flicked to Shiro’s missing arm and if Shiro wasn’t mistaken he saw a flash of regret in his eyes. He wondered what that meant.
“No, physically I think I’m okay but... honestly the last thing I remember is going to sleep at the Garrison.”
Keith stood staring at him for a second and the room went absolutely silent. Shiro took a moment to reach his hand up to grab at the strands of hair in front of his face.
“Shit, did my hair turn white?” he muttered.
The room erupted in sound. Suddenly almost every person in the room was surrounding him asking questions.
“You remember me right Shiro? It’s me Lance!”
“What about me?” A cadet in green armor jumped in, “I’m Matt’s little sibling?”
“And me?” asked a guy in yellow armor.
“Well this is just great, what’s the Garrison?” asked the blonde woman with pointed ears.
“The Garrison is where we all went to school before we became paladins,” Lance replied.
“Everyone be quiet!” Keith snapped, and Shiro was grateful that they listened.
Shiro looked to the paladin in green, “Katie, right?”
“Actually I go by Pidge now,” Pidge smiled, “What do you remember Shiro?”
Shiro sighed, raking a hand through his now white hair, “Keith-well a younger Keith-and I were hanging out on the roof of the Garrison after a day of hoverbiking. I went to sleep in my bed and now I’m here. In this healing pod?”
“Fuck,” Keith breathed, turning to the woman with white hair, “Allura, is it possible that transfering his essence from the Black Lion could have made him lose his memories?”
Allura’s eyebrows furrowed, looking troubled, “I-I guess so but I have no idea what could have caused it. Perhaps the shock of returning to a physical body caused amnesia. But it seemed like he had his memories when he woke up before?”
Shiro looked from face to face, all of them looking at him with worry. He didn’t like it. After everything he’s gone through with his illness, he didn’t need more pity.
“Shiro you must be a bit lost,” The purple woman stepped forward, “Allow me to start. I’m Krolia, Keith’s mother. My son has told me a lot about you and I want to thank you for being there for him when I couldn’t be.”
“O-of course,” Shiro couldn’t help the way his mouth dropped open, “Keith you’re half alien?”
For the first time since Shiro woke up, Keith laughed, “Yeah Shiro, I am. Pretty cool huh?”
“I’m Allura, princess of Altea and this is Coran and Romelle, also Alteans,” she introduced, gesturing to the red haired man and blonde girl beside her.
“I’m Hunk!”
“And I’m Lance!”
“You’ve already introduced yourself Lance,” Pidge elbowed him.
“Yeah well it’s not fair that Shiro only remembers his boyfriend!”
The room went silent for a second time and Shiro was caught off guard once again as he watched Keith glare daggers at Lance.
“Boyfriend?” he repeated, to which Keith averted his eyes, face flushed.
“Yeah, it kind of happened after I found out about my Galran heritage during my trial with the Blades. You watched me fight and afterwards we sort of… got together,” Keith trailed off still not meeting his eyes, “Sorry that’s probably really weird for you, since in your memory I’m just a brat but-”
“Keith.”
Keith stopped talking.
Shiro reached out his hand to rest against Keith’s cheek, thumb brushing over the burn scar on Keith’s face. A flash of memory shook through him and he frowned.
“Did I do this?”
“No,” Keith immediately replied, leaning a bit into his touch “It wasn’t your fault.”
Shiro felt familiarity creep in, as if everything was about to click into place. It made his head ache and there was a part of him that knew the memories would be painful. Perhaps he’d forgotten to cope. Maybe it would be better for him to just forget altogether.
“Shiro?” Keith whispered, and Shiro realized he was still caressing Keith’s cheek with his thumb.
He and Keith were dating. That was still something he needed to let sink in. The idea that the cheeky brat he’d become best friends with was now his hot half-alien boyfriend.
What had happened these past few years?
Maybe the memories would be painful, but he had a feeling that his memories with Keith would be worth it. Of being with him and falling in love with him. He didn’t want to forget that.
He couldn’t.
Shiro leaned forward, sitting up despite his aches and pains, and closer into Keith’s space. Keith’s eyes widened but he didn’t move away.
“Can I?” Shiro asked quietly, only half aware of the audience around them.
Keith nodded.
When Shiro kissed him it was like everything came flooding back at once. The Kerberos mission and his capture by the Galra. His escape, return to Earth, fighting alongside the paladins with Voltron. Dying.
Shiro squeezed his eyes shut but focused on the way Keith’s mouth fit perfectly against his own.
Shiro remembered pain. And a lot of it. But then he remembered the good times. Training with his friends and leading Voltron. His connection with the Black Lion. Visiting amazing alien worlds to free them from the Galra and build allies.
And Keith. Who was there on Earth to welcome him back. Who saved him over and over again. The man who had been so worried about his Galran heritage after the trial and thought that Shiro would hate him for it. And how Shiro had done everything he could to prove him wrong. They had kissed then like they were kissing now. Shiro had poured all his love into that kiss to assure Keith he loved him no matter what.
Now Keith was kissing him to let him know that despite the painful memories, he had good ones too.
And Shiro knew they were worth it as he let himself melt into Keith’s kiss.
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If you lose your strength to stand (I’m gonna reach for your hand) pt. 9 “Tell Me it’s Not for Nothing”
Part 8
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The next morning Keith woke up from the deepest sleep he’d had in years. Light breath purred against his neck. Matt’s arm draped over his side and they lay pressed together back-to-chest. He was loathe to leave the warm bed, or disturb Matt, but Keith had things to do. He’d indulged in this comfort long enough.
He carefully extricated himself from the blankets, slipping out of Matt’s hold and into the cool ship air. He gathered his space suit and armor from the floor and started getting dressed.
Keith was strapping his blade to his belt when Matt stirred. He sat up and stretched. Keith indulgently took in his lithe, muscular torso and toned shoulders. It felt so good to be explicitly allowed to look. Especially with the memory of all that smooth skin under his hands. Matt grinned sleepily. “Hey.”
“Morning. You should get ready. It’s probably gonna be a long day.”
“So romantic.”
Keith’s face burned. He mentally scrambled for a response.
“Sorry, I’m just kidding.” Matt got up and gave Keith’s temple a gentle kiss before pulling on his pants.
Keith relaxed, relieved. Words returned to him. “I’m going to the dining hall. You should stay and eat breakfast here. I know Pidge’ll be happy to see you, too.” He made to leave.
“Wait, Keith.”
He stopped and turned back.
“Um.” Seeing Matthew Holt look uncertain was so bizarre. He kept looking from the floor to the ceiling and back to the floor.
Keith waited.
“Last night, I ran into Lance in the hallway. Is…should…you’ve known him for a while now. What kind of guy is he?”
Uh. Out of left fucking field. But then again, most questions came across to Keith that way. “In summary, he’s a dependable idiot.”
“What do you mean by idiot?”
“He pretends to be an asshole. It’s distracting when he flirts with girls on missions.”
“Has he ever flirted with Pidge?”
He thought for a second. “I don’t think so. Matt, if you’re worried about Lance playing Pidge or something, don’t. They’re close. He wouldn’t do that.” He hesitated, then, trying to be comforting, took Matt’s hand and squeezed it.
Matt’s eyes focused on him. He leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, lingering a moment. “Thanks, Keith.”
Keith couldn’t understand why a simple kiss like that flustered him so much when they’d had sex just last night. He swallowed. “See you at breakfast.”
Out in the hallway he saw Lance in his street clothes standing in front of Pidge’s room. He didn’t do anything, just stared at the door with his hands deep in his pockets.
“What are you doing?”
Lance jumped. “Umnothingjust – ”
“Okay, wrong question. Why are you standing outside Pidge’s room instead of knocking like a normal person?”
“Are you really telling me what normal people do?” He glared at Keith, but there was no real heat in his voice. He started walking in the direction of the dining hall. “Whatever. I just…we’re dealing with so much stuff today and I don’t know if she’s still asleep and she’d rip my face off if I woke her up, so excuse me for being a tiny bit afraid of knocking.”
Keith fell into step with him. “Don’t worry about it. Coran will get Pidge out of bed.”
“Why are we still talking about Pidge?”
“Why are you talking about Pidge?”
“Because you are!”
“I’m not the one waiting outside her bedroom first thing in the morning.”
“You – !” All the blood rushed to Lance’s face and he huffed like an agitated dragon. Keith had almost forgotten how fun it was riling him up. And familiar. He couldn’t resist poking further.
“Did you need to tell her something in private? Something secret?”
“I CANNOT believe I actually missed you, you jerk!” Lance stormed off ahead.
You did? Keith thought.
That was weird hearing so directly from Lance. He knew Pidge and Hunk did, and obviously Shiro –
His fists clenched. Shiro wasn’t here. He hadn’t been for a long time. Keith physically restrained himself from punching something.
He never did see Pidge that morning. She wasn’t at breakfast, and she wasn’t at the tactical meeting with Emperor Lotor either. Coran and Lotor and the other paladins were on the bridge when he followed Matt inside, star maps projected through the air, but no sign of their smartest teammate. And he wasn’t the only one who noticed.
“Where’s Pidge?” Hunk asked.
“Sequestered in my rooms with the mice,” Allura said. “She is running analyses on data she gathered from the clone. She came to tell me earlier and I decided not to interrupt her progress.”
“Speaking of which. How the hell did a galra spy get on board the Castle?” Lance demanded.
Keith avoided eye contact when he replied. “I don’t get it. The Black Lion took me to him. She recognized him as Shiro.”
“Yeah. Can’t the Lions, like, see inside our souls?” Hunk asked. “Unless you can make an exact copy of somebody’s brain it doesn’t make sense. Wait, is that possible?”
“It’s irrelevant,” Allura said. “The Lions bond with our quintessence. The very fundamental energies of our lives.”
“So how do you copy quintessence?”
“You cannot. Not even the Druids are capable of such magic.” Lotor looked thoughtful. “Shiro spent time as a prisoner of the empire, yes? Fighting for entertainment?”
“What’s your point?” Matt said.
“He has a cyborg prosthetic arm, work of the Druids no doubt. Which means they must possess the original arm. It's probable they extracted its quintessence and grew it in the clone.”
Lance made a disgusted noise. “How do you do that with a dead arm?!”
“Keeping the tissue alive is a simple matter for Haggar, Red Paladin.”
“It is revolting. But more than possible,” Allura agreed.
“But that’s still just speculation,” Matt said. “We know there’s been a spy inside Voltron. It doesn’t matter how if we don’t know why. What specifically does she want out of all this? Why hasn’t she used more insider information?”
“It’d be invaluable to know, Matt. But on that we also have nothing but speculation. What do you think, Lotor?” Allura asked.
He frowned. “I agree that the witch’s plan is of the utmost importance; however, I would remind you, Princess: it must not compromise our efforts to stabilize the rest of the galra,” Lotor said.
Lance half-raised his hand. “Correct me if I’m wrong here, but isn’t that plan in danger as long as we don’t know what Haggar is up to?”
“So we’ll multitask.” Allura sighed. “It is risky, I know. But concentrating our efforts solely on the rogue galra or the Druids would allow the other threat to grow unchecked. We must do our best to tackle both problems at once. I would still like your assistance with the rogues and quintessence, Hunk.”
“Yeah, of course. I’ve been studying Honerva’s science log and I’ve got some ideas.”
“In the meantime,” said Lance, “I’m gonna question Ezor. See what she has to say for herself.”
Keith snorted. Something about Lance leading an interrogation struck him as funny. “What are you going to do – annoy her into talking?”
“Ha, ha, laugh it up Mullet, you’re coming down there with me.”
“Of course I am! She could tell us where Shiro is.” Keith realized as the echo died around him that he'd shouted.
Lance gripped his shoulder. “We’ll get answers this time, Keith. I promise.”
Matt pitched in,“Pidge told me last night she’s making something that can help with that.”
Lance let go and took a step away from them. He said, “That sounds scary. Should I be scared?”
Matt fixed him with a look. One that Keith wasn’t familiar with. “Should you?”
Swallowing visibly, Lance replied, “Of Pidge or anything she makes? As a rule, terrified.”
Matt seemed to like that answer. Keith felt some kind of subtext between the two that definitely went over his head.
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Lance wondered how many half galra they were going to have behind this glass. They were at two, now. One more and it’s a pattern.
Matt followed them down, making Lance feel tense. His face was as closed-off as it had been last night, except this time without the joking mask. Now his expression was straight-up stone. But hopefully having his new boyfriend around would help Keith keep from going off like an IED.
Keith on the other hand had his arms crossed. Pretty standard Keith stuff.
Ezor was laying on the floor with her feet propped against the wall. Her soles smushed against the glass, smearing traces of dirt on it.
Keith hit the big intercom button. “Time to talk.”
The galra swung her feet down and sat up to look at them. “Ooooh, the underlings grace me with their presence. Where’s Mr. Bitch Slap and Miss Queen of the Universe?”
Lance stepped closer to the glass and tried to look confident. “Sorry. You won’t be seeing the princess any time soon, let alone get your hands on her.”
Ezor cocked her head. “Whelp, sucks for me, because that sort of impedes me doing my job.”
“Okay. You’re fired.”
“Lucky me.”
“Look, we don’t care about you. We want to know where Haggar is.”
“What’s in it for me?” She asked lazily, leaning back on her hands.
“We don’t kill you,” Keith growled.
Ezor shrugged. “Eh. That sounds about right. Haggar’s probably with Sendak, pulling his little puppet strings.”
“That would mean she’s dead. Which we know isn’t true.” Matt sounded just the tiniest bit proud despite performing his best imitation of an ice statue.
“Huh. Then I don’t know.”
“Hey Lance, I’m smelling a giant pile of horse shit,” Matt said, turning to face him.
Lance bit back a snicker. “It’s really stinking up the place. Think we should eject it?”
“Can’t smell it if it’s in space.”
“Rude.” Ezor protested.
“Then make yourself useful, and quick.”
She huffed. “I don’t have a tracker on the woman, I don’t know where she is.”
“But you’re working for her. You and the other generals,” Lance said.
“Look, we’re just trying to survive by now, okay? Lotor went bozo – years of dedicated service all to become universal outcasts. Most people would do anything to avoid execution and I’m no exception. But I must say, this is the nicest cell I’ve been in so far.”
“You’re a mercenary.”
“And dodging the question.” Matt narrowed his eyes. “If you want to stay alive, then tell us what you know about Haggar’s plan. What’s she after?”
“Oh that’s easy: take down Voltron. You’re really slow around here.”
“From the inside. Nice try, but no cigar," Lance snarked.
Keith whispered. “I don’t think she smokes.”
“Are you kidding me right now?” he whispered back.
“Oh good job! You found the little project she planted.” Ezor’s tone was more condescending than all Lance’s most hateful middle school teachers combined. “Guess you do have two neurons to rub together if you weeded out the spy.”
“What has she done with Shiro?” Keith demanded.
“The original? That one’s probably dead.”
The words hit Lance like falling hail. He waited for Keith to blow up at her. When nothing happened, he glanced to his left to see Matt squeezing Keith from behind in a tight hug. Keith’s eyes slid shut and his breathing evened out.
Matt looked at the general evenly. “You’re lying. You were on the ground, alone. You had to have set up a rendezvous point.”
Lance swallowed back the ice in his throat. “Yeah! Where were you gonna go after killing Allura?”
All three of them jumped at what happened next: Ezor fell onto the floor and started cackling. She laughed so loud she clearly couldn’t breathe. Her red face turned magenta.
“What the fuck is so funny?” Keith said.
“She – does not – want the pri – princess dead, you primitive worms. My – ” she took a moment to regain her composure. “My orders were to kidnap the princess.”
“Then where was the rendezvous point?!”
She smirked. “Right at the border of the Patrulian Zone. You can chase her there if you want, but if you go there you’ll definitely die.”
Patrulian Zone…Patrulian Zone…Quiznak, why did that sound so familiar?
Matt frowned. “She’s right. No one uses any route through that section of space anymore. Too many ships have gone missing.”
It suddenly hit Lance. If an actual light bulb had manifested itself above his head just to go off at that moment, he’d totally believe it. “HOLY CROW!”
He sprinted towards the elevator and shouted over his shoulder, “Keep questioning, I’ve got to tell Allura!” He ran to the bridge, which was empty, then searched the Castle at top speed until he arrived at the princess’s bed chambers. He swallowed back the awkwardness about approaching her in her private space. He knocked on the doors.
“Allura? It’s Lance, I’ve got important news!”
Her voice came muffled from inside. “Come in, Lance.”
He opened the door and skidded inside. “We were just interrogating Ezor and she – oh!” He froze. “Um, h-hey Pidge!”
Pidge sat cross-legged on the giant bed with Allura. She was wearing her shorts and windbreaker, and her feet were bare. Her glasses reflected the glow coming from her laptop, which was connected to some weird circular gizmo. All the mice had perched on her head and shoulders to weave tiny braids in her hair. Flames licked up Lance’s face and he quickly looked away to avoid staring. Allura cocked one eyebrow at him from her perch on the bed, and Hunk (whom at first he hadn’t noticed sprawled out on the floor with his ancient holographic science notebook) pointedly looked between Lance and Pidge, only fueling his embarrassment.
“You’re already interrogating her?” Pidge sounded oddly disappointed.
“…Yes?” he replied uncertainly.
She tapped at the gadget plugged into her computer. “Never mind. You were saying?”
“Right, uh. Ezor told us she was trying to kidnap you, Allura, not kill you. We just assumed it was an assassination. Haggar’s orders were to bring you to her at the entrance to Oriande.”
Everyone’s eyes widened. Pidge turned to Allura. “Do you think she could get in?”
The princess shrugged, brows furrowed. “Possibly. She’s technically an Altean with magical gifts. But what she could do with me I don’t know.”
“Maybe she was gonna cut off your arm and seduce you to the dark side.” The stupid joke left his mouth before Lance could stop it. He clapped his hands over his mouth, embarrassed, and heard an agonized groan from Hunk and a cute giggle-snort from Pidge. She bit her fist, plainly trying to hold in her laughter. Lance smiled behind his fingers
“Seduce? I hardly think so!” Allura’s scandalized yelp drew back his attention.
“You see what happens when you say stuff like that?” Hunk said. Lance shot him a glare.
Pidge took several deep breaths, to calm down. It obviously only worked like three-quarters of the way. “It’s a reference to a classic Americ – Earth movie. He means maybe Haggar wants to convert you to her cause, so you can be evil Altean alchemists together.”
Allura wrinkled her nose. “Perhaps. I suppose she only knew where to go because of the clone.” Lance nodded. “Haggar’s lust for power is dangerous. If she gains such mastery of quintessence then she could destroy the economic balance we’re trying to achieve and wreak disaster upon every living thing in the universe.”
Hunk’s eyes had gone so comically wide Lance was amazed they didn’t fall out of his skull. “Are you KIDDING ME? Zarkon is dead and now we have to deal with THIS? You guys do not sound scared enough! How do we stop her? PIDGE?”
“Hunk, lower your voice,” Allura admonished, “you’re scaring the mice.”
Pidge typed away at her computer. “I’ve been analyzing the clone’s galra arm. If we get close enough I might be able to track down Haggar, and since we have a good guess where she’s been…”
“…We could get in range and bring the fight to her. Pidge, you are brilliant!”
Pidge smirked at Allura. “I know.”
Lance’s stomach fluttered – then growled. The conversation was veering where his usefulness vanished anyway, so he made to leave the geniuses to do their thing. Hunk was already talking magical defenses with Allura. “I’m gonna go eat something and get back down to the cell.”
“Wait, I’ll come with you.” Pidge gathered her stuff and jumped clumsily off the bed. She looked and sounded a lot more manic than usual. “You wanna see something stupid?”
“If you hold up a mirror in front of my face, you’re dead to me.”
“Ugh. Opportunity missed. Come on, I just have to get something.” She grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the room. He caught sight of Hunk and Allura looking meaningfully at each other, Allura outright giggling.
Pidge led him through the corridors and to the Green Lion’s hangar. Her work station was a mess. When she let go of his wrist, his skin tingled where she’d touched him.
“How do you find anything on here?” Lance asked, poking at something that looked suspiciously like a mechanical spider.
She batted his hand away. “It helps when nobody moves my stuff.” She handed him an alien bullhorn. Then she covered the opening with some kind of circular fan-looking thing - the one she'd had hooked up to her laptop earlier. It didn’t really look like a fan, but it was the closest comparison Lance could come up with. Pidge pressed the center button, making the outer ring (which she spun a few times like a dial) light up blue. “Okay, say something to me.”
“Is this the thing I heard you were making for interrogating reasons?”
“Lance, just use it like a normal bullhorn and say something.”
He was so torn between annoyance and affection. He was trying so very hard to be annoyed at her – she hauled him around the castle, she kept him up half the night (fine, the Pidge in his head kept him up half the night – technicalities). But despite the obvious bags under her bloodshot eyes, Pidge’s face was lit up like a Christmas tree and she was bouncing in excitement.
So Lance tested out her little invention: “I thought this was gonna be something stupid.” But the words came out in the high pitched, pebbly monotone of an old robot. His eyes widened. He started making little jerky robot movements. “Holy crow Pidge, I’ll never doubt you again.”
She giggled, her face flushing a bit. Probably sleep deprivation. “The dial on the outside changes the voice filters.”
He examined the gadget. “What’s ‘PW’?”
“Patrick Warburton.” Lance looked at her blankly. “The actor? 20, 21st century? One of the most iconic voices in history!”
Lance chuckled. “Since when were you a movie nerd?”
“My mom is. They made some weird-ass cartoons back then. Just try it, Lance.”
He spun the dial to “PW” and said the first thing that came to mind. “Did you sleep at all last night? Whooooaaaa-ho-ho-hooooaa. This is the smoothest, sexiest voice in the history of everything.” He playfully struck a pose. “Hey, girl. Cassanova’s here.”
Pidge laughed so hard she doubled over, hands on her knees, and visibly gasped for breath. Her cheeks turned a striking shade of pink. Lance’s heart break-danced proudly in his chest and he couldn’t have stopped his own grin if he’d tried.
“That was ridiculous.” Pidge’s laughter died out when she tried - and failed - to bite back a yawn. “The other settings are silly but I had to include that one.”
He put down the bullhorn on her warzone of a work table. “It is amazing. Total show-stopper. Is it useful? Or was this, like, stress-relief?”
Pidge took back the gizmo and started fiddling with it. She turned back to her work table, her back facing Lance. “We can attach it to any speaker in the Castle. Any of them. I figured we could hook it up to the containment cell and questioning Ezor will be so much funnier now.”
Lance giggled just thinking about it. “We’re not done interrogating her, you know. We can still use it.”
She turned her head, smiled at him, and continued, “I just figured, you know. Anything to lighten the mood around here. Make things easier for everybody. Yesterday sucked.”
Madre de Dios. That was unexpectedly sweet. In a rough, awkward, Pidge-kind-of way. He wondered how Pidge was dealing with the whole clone Shiro thing. Like, emotionally. She did look a little crazy today.
He frowned when she let loose another huge yawn. “Seriously, how much have you slept?”
She tried to glare at him through her drooping eyes. Valiant try, but dice. He gently tugged her out of the hangar and in the direction of the dining hall. “Enough. I just need some caffeine.”
“Not the same thing as beauty sleep, Pidge.”
“Who cares if I’m beautiful?”
Definitely ignoring that question. “Fine. Big-brain sleep, then.”
“Coffee.”
He rolled his eyes and they walked in silence.
Completely out of the blue, Pidge muttered, “…reminds me of peanut butter.”
“Huh?”
“Patrick Warburton’s voice. It tastes like peanut butter.”
“You can taste sound?”
“Yeah, sort of. It’s called synesthesia. My senses get a little crossed so my brain makes some weird and powerful associations. Green’s purring is like sparkling lemonade. Hunk’s voice is like cinnamon rolls.” Her eyes stared out into nothing, big and unfocused, like she only could pay attention to what she was saying.
Lance hesitated, wondering if he really wanted to know. “What does my voice taste like?” He immediately cringed. Nice going, McClain. She’s gonna think you’re so –
“Um, apples and cream cheese.” Her answer came quickly.
Lance’s thoughts skidded to a stop and he stared at her.
“What? Is it weird?”
“…That’s extremely specific, Pidge.”
She shrugged. She looked at him from the corner of her eye with a mischievous spark. “Be glad yours is positive, like Hunk’s. But Lotor's is black licorice.”
Lance barked out a surprised laugh. “Have I ever told you I love your brain?”
P A N I C.
Pull the fire alarm! Make a run for it! Stop, drop, and roll! Find the emergency exits and pray you don’t die!
Pidge stopped in her tracks and looked at him for a long moment. The sirens blaring in his head steadily quieted. Amber eyes anchored him to the spot, and he couldn’t look away, couldn’t even blink, they were so entrancing. He noticed there were faint stripes of chocolatey brown around the edges of her irises. She looked at him like he was encrypted computer code and she needed to solve him.
Which was weird, honestly. Lance sure as hell isn’t encrypted. His papi always called him an open book.
Finally Pidge quirked one side of her mouth up in a soft smirk. Lance didn’t even know a smirk could be soft. “You could stand to say it more frequently.”
Flames licked up Lance’s cheeks. Yeah, he couldn’t handle any more of this. He slung an arm around her and steered her into the kitchen, keeping her propped up against his side. Lance heated up some of that weird fruit coffee Hunk made for Pidge while she hoisted herself onto the counter. When he handed her the space mug, he noticed that Pidge was a little above eye level with him with her sitting up so high. Her bare feet swung and tapped the cupboards below. She took a sip with her eyes never leaving his face. It was like staring into a spotlight.
“Stop giving me that look.”
“What look?”
“That look. The one on your face.”
Pidge just grinned and raised an eyebrow at him. Lance busied himself with finding what passed for nutritious food around here. If she wouldn’t sleep, he’d at least get some protein into her. And himself, holy quiznak he was hungry. She was still staring at him when he looked up.
Desperate not to spontaneously combust under that gaze, he blurted the first distraction that sprung to mind. “Last night I saw Matt leaving Keith’s room!”
She choked on her drink. “Leaving like they’d just finished a late-night conversation or…”
“Well. I heard some stuff through the wall last night that definitely wasn’t talking. More like moaning.”
“UGH, Lance! What the fuck!”
“Pretty sure that’s what Keith was doing to – ”
“Finish that sentence and I will destroy all your skin care stuff.” She rubbed her forehead. “Why would you say that to me? Now I’ve got that mental image of my brother and…gah.”
Was that his brightest decision? Yeah, probably not. Lance knew more than well enough how gross hearing about your sibling’s sex life can be, even just mentioning its existence. But desperate times called for desperate measures and she’d finally stopped scrutinizing him. He could breathe normally again.
He ended up shoving a bowl of food goo into Pidge’s hands (what? He could barely cook Earth food) and hopping onto the kitchen island across from her with his own bowl of Jell-O-y green weirdness. They ate in silence for a while.
Eventually Pidge spoke up, looking into her bowl and using her spoon to play with the goo. Avoiding his eyes. “Actually, I’m kinda worried about Keith.”
“Why? Is your brother a heart-breaker?”
“I’m serious, Lance.” She sent him a brief glare then looked away again. “Keith fell apart last time Shiro disappeared. What’s he gonna do now that he’s lost him twice?”
“Three times.”
“What?” she asked distractedly.
“Keith lost Shiro three times. Kerberos first.”
“Oh. Right.” Pidge stabbed her food. Lance looked carefully at her face. Her eyes, kept stubbornly wide open, were shining with unshed tears.
Lance had already cried himself dry yesterday. “Keith’s gonna be okay. We’re all gonna be okay. I swear Shiro’s still alive.”
She looked up at him. “Did Ezor tell you that?”
“No, she said he was probably dead. But he has to be alive! I know it, I could feel it. Remember? In the void thing? That had to be him.”
“I hope you’re right, Lance.” She set her bowl down, got down off the counter, then hopped up onto the island, sitting next to him. She smelled oddly like berries and tea.
“Pidge…” he started slowly. “Why didn’t you sleep last night?”
He could see her struggling with her answer. She was so close that he felt her body heat on his arm. I guess it makes sense a girl’s gonna be the death of me.
“I couldn’t sleep.” The words sounded rough and quiet. “So I went to the med bay to study the clone. Lance, every cell, every gene sequence, every piece of circuitry, even the scars matched perfectly with our scans of Shiro’s physiology. I kept thinking if I could find the differences then I could figure out how he was being controlled. But it looks exactly like him.”
Her head fell on his shoulder and she squeezed her eyes tight. The soft impact dislodged her glasses. Lance carefully took them off her face and set them aside (and tried to ignore his heartbeat insisting that this was a crisis). He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she curled into him.
“I kept thinking what if he was the real Shiro? What if I was wrong? What if he’d actually been corrupted somehow? I did sleep, for like five minutes. I just dreamed about shooting him, over and over and over again. So I got out of bed and built a voice-altering gadget. Hold me a little tighter, please?”
He did. “Pidge, why did you shoot him? What made you so sure?”
“It’ll sound weird.”
“You have floating fluffy caterpillars for pets and I found you on the roof scanning the solar system for aliens, and you’re worried about weird now?”
She laughed and it made his heart a little lighter. “I looked him in the eyes and it was painful. Like when someone shines a flashlight in your eyes. You should’ve seen his expression when he attacked you, Lance. It was feral.”
“You wanna know what’s messed up? When you said it wasn’t Shiro, when Lotor said it was a clone, I was relieved. I didn’t wanna think Shiro would yell at me like that.”
She mumbled into his shirt, “Never. Shiro would never say all that bullshit. I guess it all makes sense now.” Pidge gasped and so suddenly Lance swore he got whiplash she jumped out of his arms and onto the floor, leaving the right side of his body feeling cold. Her eyes went manic again.
“Lance! If that was Shiro, really Shiro talking to us in the Voltron mindscape then we can talk to him through Voltron!”
The solution was so painfully obvious he couldn’t believe they’d overlooked it until now. “He’s connected to the Black Lion, who’s connected to the other Lions – Pidge we have to try this right now! We need to get in our Lions and talk to Shiro!”
“We need find Allura and Hunk and get Keith!”
Part 10
#plance#pidgance#flirtyrobot#slowburn#vld#voltron#voltron legendary defender#vld fix it#fanfic#katt#pidge#lance#katie holt
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In Defense of Season Seven
This season has so many incredible things to offer; the animation, the voice acting, the writing, the character development, like... I think it's one of the best we've had so far. I love season six the most because of how heartwrenching the last few episodes are but this season was still phenomenal. This fandom likes to focus on the negative more than the positive, even if the negative is a minority, so I'm gonna give some opinions on these negative things.
- "forced relationships"
Whomst?? Do you mean Keith and Acxa? Because literally Acxa saved team voltron and Keith didn't want to leave her behind because he's honourable and he felt like they owed her. Ezor and Zethrid teased Acxa about liking Keith but neither of them responded, and in fact Keith had nothing to do with their shit. They were just trying to mess with them. Even if there is some kind of attraction there it's on Acxa's part and is definitely one-sided. I personally think they could even be related, like... I know heteronormativity has us all expecting that when a girl is teased about liking a guy the two will end up together because we've been trained to think that way but really, I know they won't do that. Keith isn't just gonna like... open up to this chick he's known for ten minutes and want to be in a relationship with her. And there's no amount of friendship bonding they could do in 13 episodes that wouldn't make their romance feel clunky and rushed in comparison to the deep and meaningful relationships I love this series for. They've been building Keith and Shiro as a relationship since season one and it's been established that they're stronger now after their battle in season six. The only logical and sensical choice for a Keith romance is Shiro and I know Acxa coming in isn't gonna change that, regardless of how she might feel. Even platonically Shiro basically owns Keith's heart, man. No one is gonna replace that.
If you mean allurance, allow me to point you to the entire fucking series because they've also been building up since season one. Lance has gone from this flirty entitled brat to a respectful and dedicated person and honestly it's one of the best character changes in the series. He's loved - not liked because she's pretty, but loved - and respected Allura since season three and Allura has been falling for him as well. She had that thing with Lotor but that doesn't mean her being with Lance would be forced. Lance didn't feel entitled to her at all, in fact he was more worried for her safety than her and Lotor getting together. He wanted her to be happy because he loves her, even if that meant not being with her. That's huge. It's a great way to have a relationship build instead of the guy getting the girl because he thinks she's hot that we always get with m/f romances.
- "we were queerbaited with sh@dam/ad@shi"
No, we weren't. Y'all if I see one more fucking person saying this season was bad solely because Adam died I'm gonna throw myself off a bridge. Lots of people died. That wall was fucking massive. That's what happens in war (real slick also @ the person who literally accused Bex of defending the decision to kill a gay character when she herself is LGBT+). We literally saw the man for like three minutes of screentime and I don't understand why people expected to see more than that. Shiro is our LGBT+ rep, not Adam. Adam was a plot device meant to deliver the reveal that Shiro is attracted to men. He was never meant to be an important character nor was he meant to get back together with Shiro. There was no queerbaiting of any sort this season.
- "Keith swooping in and saving Shiro was Keith stealing his agency, he should've killed Sendak himself"
This entire show is about togetherness; facing the abyss alongside those you love. Shiro had to face one of his biggest demons this season, and with the theme of the show I'm surprised people think he should've done it alone. He ran head first into that fight with Sendak; no holding back, no fear. That's what mattered. He fought bravely and fiercely against his greatest rival and honestly the confidence he radiated in that scene inversely paralleled season one in which he fought Sendak one on one and ultimately lost. This time he didn't lose-- he had help. A major theme of his arc is learning that he doesn't have to face his demons alone, and it's entirely poetic that it was Keith who killed Sendak, in my opinion. No one else could've done that and had it feel so right. He's always tried to look out for Shiro, and he literally brought him back from the dead. He didn't stop Shiro from going into the fight, he just came in to give him a hand when it was too much for Shiro to handle alone. It was done really well.
- "Shiro isn't the black paladin anymore"
Okay, to be fair before the season even aired I was upset as much as the next guy but my upsettedness dwindled because I knew they wouldn't be sidelining him. The directors love Shiro so much, okay? Like... yes he's suffered but everyone has. So much thought and care was poured into his character and his arc and I'm so grateful for that. Being the captain of the Atlas is an incredibly important role, and the sole reason she can even transform into a mecha is because of his arm. He's seen giving orders not only to the paladins but to literally everyone. He's still very much a leader, even without the black lion. That's what his arc is about; that he's more than just the black paladin. He's more than the burden that was placed on his shoulders. Yeah they solidified a lot that Shiro was the true black paladin but honestly passing the torch to Keith doesn't bother me one bit. Keith has grown into his position so well and he clearly excels, just like Shiro always knew he would. Shiro has outgrown the role of black paladin and has moved on to the role of Captain Shirogane. He's incredible this season and I'm so happy with what they've done with him.
- "they queerbaited k/ance"
Uh... no. They said months back that they never intended for it to be canon and the fact that people got that vibe actually surprised them. Yes Keith and Lance got along this season but that just is a testement to their growth as individuals. They've outgrown the rivalry and I'm glad to see that. Lance can be Keith's right hand man and is content in that position and Keith trusts him. That's huge. I'm so happy they ended up like that and I'd love to see more of them being friends next season.
- "the writing was bad"
Okay, that's an opinion. You're allowed to have those. Thing is though, that it really wasn't. Because we've had such short seasons getting a long one where a lot of stuff happens has overwhelmed everyone who watched it all at once. It might feel poorly written to some because the focus is heavily on plot development and not relationships between characters as in previous ones. Essentially, shit got real this season and there was no time for that kind of thing, even with 13 episodes. With the battle for Earth over, the only big bad we've got left is Honerva, who has fucked off to who knows where. They'll definitely end up fighting her in s8, but s7 really had a "final battle" feel in the finale. I feel like a lot of the last season will be dealing with the aftermath of this one, to be honest. Characters talking things out, Allura and Lance becoming official, Keith and Shiro possibly also becoming official, picking up the pieces and rebuilding Earth like we already saw them doing, etc. It's gonna be less plot heavy and more "chill", I think. An interesting choice for the final season to be sure but the battle for Earth was so fucking intense it's hard to top that. Maybe I'm wrong but I feel like 7 is gonna be the most intense season of the show.
- "the sheith was OOC"
?? This one confuses me. Maybe it's because we had so much of it last season that the general lack of interaction between them got to some people but really? Pre-Kerberos backstory? Keith begging Shiro to fight and stay alive? Keith helping Shiro defeat Sendak? That moment where Keith is holding him and that look they give each other?? Like?? We were blessed and it was perfectly in character. Next season I think we'll see what Joaquim meant more that their bond is now stronger now that all the crazy shit on Earth has gone down.
Those are the only complaints I've really seen so far, but there are probably more. These are just my opinions on these subjects and of course not liking the season for any reason is your opinion if you don't. You don't have to like all of or even some of it. This is just my input.
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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 154
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Fussing over Lance, Lance sighed for the hundredth time at his boyfriend. He loved Keith. Treasured Keith. Adored Keith. Cherished him with everything he had, but surely their had to be some kind of limit to the amount on guy could fuss over another, especially seeing he’d been fussing over him since early morning. Keith had wanted to cancel their date on account of Lance’s morning sickness. Lance wasn’t having it. He was having his date with Keith and nothing was stopping him. Not nausea. Not lack of sleep. And not Keith fussing over him when he was totally fine-ish.
Keith was taking their date seriously. Lance was seriously kicking himself over the previous day, despite the fact that Keith finally working it out made him stupidly happy. Plus, Keith had enjoyed the evening, even if he had no idea what was happening at the time. His boyfriend had taken this date seriously enough that he’d spent a hefty chunk of time on his phone working out where they were going. Knowing Keith would consider his feelings, he really hoped that Keith had seen how much he wanted to do something with him that his boyfriend enjoyed. Things were better that way. That way they’d both be excited and have more to talk about than just Lance blabbing on and on about his own interests.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve got your hands on your stomach”
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at Keith, Lance wondered where else his hands would be. The twins were moving, like they were as excited as Lance was for this date
“Keith, it’s kind of the most convenient place for them”
“You’re not in pain?”
Lance gave in to the urge to roll his eyes as he replied
“I’m fine. Like the other hundred and one times you asked. I’m fine and I’m excited, but no pain”
Other than the discomfort of having to pee, and the general achiness of his hips. He’d been anxious about the date, being pregnant and all that, but now he was in disguise... Kind of. He had his jumper on that no longer really hid his bump, but the cap on his head his hair, and the thick sunglasses took up most of his face. Coran has given them the okay to go out, as long as they were careful and Lance took things easy. Around his neck was a blue scarf, that Keith had stunk up for him, so he was as ready as he was ever going to be when it came to slipping back into the general human population.
Huffing, Keith drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for the lights to turn green. Lance clueless and loving that he was
“I’m sorry... I know you’re excited”
“I am. And you’re anxious that I’m not going to like the surprise...”
“A bit”
“Babe. It’s not going to be like super different than normal. It’s you and me, seeing something together. It’s about making memories and not stressing”
“I know. I still... want things to go well”
He would have kissed Keith if Keith wasn’t so focused on not killing them
“They will. Just concentrate on not getting us lost”
Keith shot him a scowl, deadpan with his reply
“You’re hilarious”
Another 5 minutes passed before they were pulling into the parking lot and Lance was lighting up. Being landlocked Platt didn’t have a whole lot of water around it. There was an artificial dam of sorts, where people could swim, boat and fish, and for some reason there was also this place. Platt Aquarium and Animals. Their sign boasted about the conservation work they did in the area. It’d been a long time since Lance went there. Probably sometimes around his first year back at college when he’d only just made friends with Pidge and Hunk. He’d brought Mami along, so she could meet them again, and it was one of those places he’d meant to take Keith on a date to before all the craziness had happened.
Cutting the engine, Keith seemed tense. Lance reaching out to place his hand on his boyfriend’s thigh
“This is it, right?”
“I mean... uh... if it’s not too lame”
Probably a little lame, but by Lance’s standards it was a whole lot of unlame
“It’s not lame. Did you know this place has sharks?”
“It said on the website”
“That’s the whole reason isn’t it? You want to see sharks and tell them their traitors for not having two dicks, don’t you?”
Keith’s cheeks reddened. Lance chuckling. His boyfriend was so cute when he blushed
“It’s fine. As long as you don’t get the compulsion to try punch one”
“I’m not going to punch a shark. Not unless it tries to make you lunch”
Lance raised an eyebrow, knowing full well what Keith meant
“I could support a shark making me a sandwich”
Keith groaned. His boyfriend too stressed to be able to take a joke
“Not like that. Why... How would that even work?”
The mental images shouldn’t have been as funny as they were, he couldn’t help the small giggle at the thought
“Carefully. Seriously, if you keep stressing in going to start stressing”
“But is it enough? I wanted to...”
“Babe, you’re overthinking. This is one of the places I wanted to bring you. I think the names changed, but this place is super cool. I thought you’d love taking photos of the fish”
“So... this is better than a shooting range, right?”
“Much. Let’s go already. I want to see all the fish and the animals. I think they even have bats here. You’re not going to get me confused with another bat, are you?”
“As long as you stay human”
“Well I can’t seem to turn into a bat carting around our twins, so I think we’re pretty safe in that department”
“You’ll let me know if you need a break or anything?”
“Yes, dad. Now can we go in?”
Keith paid for their tickets, Lance already losing concentration when it came to the tanks filled tiny neon fish in the reception area. Keith’s eyes had lit up the moment they’d stepped through the doors, Lance smiling at his boyfriend’s excitement that Keith was trying not to let break his cool calm “adult” demeanour. Keith had probably never got to go to an aquarium as a kid. Shiro had to have taken him, or maybe Shiro and Adam had made a family day of it. Lance hoped so. He hoped Keith wasn’t overthinking him having been there before. Having older siblings meant doing this kind of thing when Mami and Papi could afford it. When he’d been a kid there’d been this face painter at an aquarium they’d been to. Lance had his face painted with as many different fish as he could, then refused to take a shower that night because he didn’t want them to come off. Instead most of them scratched off against his pillow and he’d been devastated the following morning.
Sliding their tickets into his wallet, Keith took him by the hand as Lance moved away from the family wanting to get to the ticket counter. His boyfriend putting his wallet in his back pocket, staring at his feet as he did
“You probably know this place better than I do”
Stupid nerves. Lance wanted to kiss away all Keith’s anxieties. Sure, internally he was paranoid and just as fearful of something going wrong, but if he kept to that chain of thought then neither of them would have any fun
“If that’s your way out of us seeing everything, I’ve got news for you”
“I mean... where do we go?”
There were maps, and three different ways to the exit. Keith would know this if he wasn’t so anxious. His boyfriend had no right being so adorable
“You follow the yellow arrows on the floor until you’re past the biggest tank. That’s the one with the sharks in it”
“And is there anything I shouldn’t do?”
Other than punching sharks? And following common sense? Nope. There was only one “rule” that Lance could think of which would ease both their anxieties
“Yep. But the absolute worst thing you can do here is let go of my hand. I want to see everything here with you”
Keith ducked his head as he squeezed Lance’s hand, embarrassed as he mumbled
“I didn’t mean that”
“I know. Still, I want to hold your hand”
“You already are, dumbarse”
“Yep. I’m not letting go either. You’ll wander off and get lost if I do”
“If anything, you’re the one more likely to wander off”
“Why would I? I mean, like, the best part of the date is you, so why would I leave your side?”
Keith groaned at him, Lance bumping him with his hip
“Come on, mullet. Let’s go see some fishes... I wonder if they actually have mullets here... a photo of a mullet in front of a mullet...”
Keith stepped on his toes lightly, Lance shaking his head as he grinned. This was going to be the most awesome date ever. He was going to make sure of it.
*
Lance was a vampire in too deep. He couldn’t help himself and now he was lost as Keith tried to make conversation over the “colony of Nemo’s” in the tank they’d stopped to coo over. He couldn’t help but be distracted, and what was worse was that Keith had noticed his distraction. His boyfriend trying to make more of an effort, though he absolutely didn’t need to. Excusing himself to the bathroom. Lance went through the usual routine, before standing in front of the mirror. He didn’t look like he was having a good time. He didn’t look terribly healthy either. There was a major problem he was having and it was ruining his whole date.
Keith was too cute.
Trying to fix his appearance up in the bathroom, he came out to find his boyfriend sitting on the bench looking dejected. With his elbows on his thighs and his figure hunched forward as he held his head in his hands, Lance felt like a douche. He wasn’t trying not to have a good time. He just kept looking at Keith and getting caught up in the expression on his face. The wonder. The innocence. The way he scrunched his nose and put on a posh accent as he tried to pronounce species names. This date was so perfect that his stupid heart was dying from a Keith overload. They weren’t clumsy teens fawning over each other, they were supposed to be mature adults... but that went out the window each time Keith would smile and Lance would find his own smile growing wider. Keith was stressing out and his boyfriend had no clue. Despite how embarrassing it was going to be, he was going to have to tell him so Keith knew the date was anything but awful.
Sitting down beside his boyfriend, Keith sighed heavily
“I fucked this up again, didn’t I?”
Lance’s heart damn near broke
“No. No... it’s not that”
“I thought you’d be happy...”
“I am”
“So why are you... so sad?”
Resting his head against Keith’s shoulder, Lance let out a shaky breath, trying not to cry over Keith feeling so bad
“It’s...”
“It’s me, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. But not the way you think”
Lance cringed at his own words. Zero reassurance right there. Flinching a little as Keith sat up and he was forced to move back
“I wanted this to go well”
“I... okay. This is kind of embarrassing, but I can’t take my eyes off of you”
Drawing his brow, Keith seemed ready to start yelling or internally implode trying to ask what the heck that meant without having quite the right words or brainpower to figure them out. Right. He could do this. He’d comforted Keith a hundred times before... though if that was true than his boyfriend probably should have more rights when it when it came to fussing
“I mean... You just look so happy and so cute that I keep getting distracted by you. And then I realise I’ve kind of mostly missed everything because I can’t take my eyes off you. I’m not not having a good time. I’m just being... weird... because... you’re really cute”
“What the fuck?”
Finally it was Lance’s chance to groan. What part of what he’d said wasn’t making sense
“You. Look. Cute”
“You’re watching me instead of the fish?”
“I’m watching you watching the fish...”
“I start looking at the fish then I see you and my heart goes weird. I’m having a small panic about what to do though. I like being able to talk to you about your interests, and mine, in this case. But I can’t seem to keep my eyes off you”
Keith opened and closed his mouth, before dramatically sighing and ruffling up his hair
“What am I supposed to say about that?!”
“I don’t know”
“You sound like you love me, or something?”
As if that could be doubted. He wouldn’t be having so much trouble paying attention if he didn’t
“I do. Very much. Have you taken many photos?”
“Yeah... I mean... a few”
Lance had the feeling Keith was trying to cover up that most of those photos were of him from the tightness in his boyfriend’s tone
“We should take some more. I don’t want to forget this day”
Keith dropped his head down to kiss Lance on the shoulder
“Where I made your brain go all stupid?”
“Mhmm. If you think I’m stupid now, you should see me later”
Keith cocked his head
“What do you mean?”
“You see, I have this boyfriend. He’s kind of fucking amazing... and he turns me into this massive mess when we’re in bed together. Can’t think at all about anything important other than him. Zero brain cells remaining”
Keith snorted at him, Lance managing to sound to proud and serious at the same time, ruining it by laughing at the end. Keith deserved to feel good about himself. He was wonderful and everything Lance could want. Other people had stared at Keith as they’d made their way through the complex, but Keith was oblivious to their looks
“Are you sure you had brain cells to begin with?”
“My sources say no. I’m sorry I made you worry. I know you want everything to go well, and it is. I love you”
“I love you, too. Though I do think the fish are much more interesting than I am”
“That’s because you don’t see what I see. Just like elbow me if you catch me staring or phasing out”
Lance tilted his head, leaning down to nuzzle into Keith, Keith wrapping his arms around him as he nuzzled back
“Nah. Having you watching me... it’s nice to know you can’t take your eyes off me”
None of the fish compared to Keith. Not the tiny Neon Tetras, or the rainbow of colours of the fake coral reef that the Gropers swam over. The Black Cardinals reminded him of Shiro and the clownfish of watching Finding Nemo for the first time. He didn’t know what fish suited Keith the best, but he’d buy a whole damn aquarium if he got to see Keith so excited every day of his life. Actually, he wouldn’t. His boyfriend would be sad each time a fish passed and they were both pretty clueless over how much went into running a place like that. What Lance really wished was that he could bottle the happiness he felt when he watched Keith’s eyes tracking the fish in the tanks. The way his eyes would widen, or he’d squint to find the fish in the tank, then widen when he’d found his target. They should have picked up Keith’s proper camera. Next time they’d have to come with the twins and the rest of their family. But that’d be okay because he’d gotten to see all these expressions on Keith’s face that made him fall in love all over again.
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Operation Beach Day
It’s the dead of winter where I am, so here’s my take on a Voltron beach episode.
Canon compliant up to season 6. Kind of an au where the crew return to earth, but rather than having to deal with a big mess, they get to relax a bit when they get there.
Enjoy!
“Almost there, guys,” says Lance, making a final turn onto a side road.
“Still not gonna tell us where we’re going?” says Keith.
“It’s a surprise,” says Lance, “Don’t worry, guys, you’ll love it.”
All his friends are piled into the old family van with him. Shiro’s in the navigator’s seat next to him, Keith, Hunk, Pidge, Allura, Coran, Krolia, and Romelle all squished into the back rows. Technically, this van wasn’t meant to carry this many people, so Pidge is currently sprawled out over Hunk and Keith’s laps while Lance tries his best to drive carefully and not hit the brakes too hard. Even Kosmo is in the trunk, turning circles and whining nervously at the new sensation of being in a moving car. Every once in a while, Krolia will reach back and give him some reassuring head scratches.
Finally, Lance pulls into a small parking lot, “We’re here!”
Everyone presses their faces against the windows and stares at the soft white sand and immaculate blue water that awaits them.
“It’s a beach!” says Hunk, his face lighting up, “I haven’t been to a beach in forever!”
Lance grins, “I told you you’d love it.”
“Uh, Lance?” says Shiro, “I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”
“Don’t worry, I brought extras for everybody. And sunscreen too, Pidge, don’t panic. Now, everybody out! Operation Beach Day begins now!”
“How the hell is this place not crawling with tourists?” Keith asks as they all climb out of the van.
“It’s a private beach,” says Lance, grabbing bags from the backseat, “My parents know the owner, he’s always been chill about letting us use it. We just have to not blast obnoxious music or leave a bunch of trash or anything like that.”
There are small changing booths near the parking lot and everyone claims one to get dressed in, some pulling out swimsuits from their own bags and the rest going to Lance for an extra one.
At one point, Lance taps Allura on the shoulder just before she goes into one of the changing booths.
“Princess, I got something for you. A little gift to celebrate your first time at an Earth beach.” He holds up a pair of black swim bottoms.
“Oh, that’s sweet of you, Lance, but I already have a bathing suit.” Allura holds up the pink two-piece swimsuit she thankfully remembered to pack.
“Don’t worry, they’re not for you to wear. Hey, Shiro!” Lance says, louder this time, “Did you say you needed an extra swimsuit?”
“Yeah, I did. Thanks, Lance!” says Shiro, catching the suit as Lance tosses it and stepping into his own changing booth.
Soon, everyone is milling around on the sand, admiring each other’s swimsuits. Everyone except Shiro, who hasn’t left his changing booth yet.
“You okay in there, Shiro?” says Keith, knocking on the booth door.
“Just having a little trouble getting my suit on,” says Shiro, “Lance, I think you got me the wrong size.”
Lance suppresses a laugh, “No, they’re supposed to be like that.”
Shiro opens the door, clad only in a black speedo.
“Oh!” says Allura, unabashedly admiring her boyfriend’s toned physique.
“Enjoying your gift, Allura?” says Lance, grinning.
Allura grins back, “It’s the most wonderful gift I’ve ever received.”
Finding a place to set out their beach towels and umbrellas isn’t too hard considering they’ve got the beach to themselves. Lance is practically bouncing with energy the whole time, eager to get into the water.
“Come on,” he says, waving to the others, “Everybody in!”
Hunk is also ready to burst with excitement, “Yes! I’m so ready for this!”
Pidge crosses her arms, “I’m good, thanks.”
“Wrong answer, Pidge,” says Hunk. He scoops her up easily in his arms, “Come on, this way to the water!”
“No!” Pidge shrieks, suddenly panicked, trying to squirm out of Hunk’s grip.
Hunk stops, surprised, immediately setting Pidge back on her feet. “You okay?”
Pidge scowls at the ground, cheeks red with embarrassment. I don’t know how to swim,” she mumbles, “I don’t want to fucking drown.”
“Aww, Pidge…” says Hunk, putting an arm around her, “Lance and I have both been swimming since we could walk. We’re not gonna let you drown.”
Lance nods, putting a hand on Pidge’s shoulder, “We’ll stay in the shallow water the whole time. And hey, maybe we can even teach you how to swim!”
“Right, and if you don’t like it, we’ll come right back to the beach. Sound good?” says Hunk.
Pidge nods, hesitantly, “Yeah, I think that’d be all right.”
“Sweet!” says Lance, “Keith, you coming in too?”
“Sure,” says Keith. He turns to Krolia, “Mom, do you want to swim with us?”
Krolia shoots him a look over the tops of her sunglasses, “And get my fur wet? No thank you. Besides,” she holds up a paperback book, “I’ve got some Earth literature to entertain me.”
The book has the title Ranch of Romance written on the cover in a flouncy font and features a rugged man in a cowboy outfit, his flannel shirt almost completely unbuttoned, holding a swooning woman in his arms, her dress dangerously close to slipping off.
Keith’s entire face goes red, “Uh…okay, Mom. Coran, what about you?”
Coran’s currently dressed in an old-fashioned striped one-piece bathing suit and holding a sand pail, “Oh, I think I’ll pass, my boy. I’ve been meaning to try my hand at building one of those sand castles you Earthlings sometimes talk about. I figure if my grandfather can build the Castle of Lions, I can surely build its miniature in sand form.”
“Suit yourself,” says Lance, “Come on, Keith, let’s see if Hunk and Pidge want to have a chicken fight.”
Over the course of the next hour or so, Lance and Hunk attempt to teach Pidge how to swim, first getting her used to having her face in the water, then trying to teach her how to float. It’s not easy, her skinny frame making it hard to stay buoyant, but eventually, she can manage a doggy paddle with relative ease.
Once she’s comfortable in the water, Keith suggests pairing off for a chicken fight. They start out Arms vs. Legs, with Pidge on Keith’s shoulders and Lance on Hunk’s. Team Arms wins, but only because Hunk stepped on a shell and lost his balance (at least, that’s what Team Legs insists happened). Then, they switch to Left Side vs. Right Side. Right Side wins that time, though it’s a hollow victory for Lance, since Keith’s strategy seems to be to use him as an actual lance. Eventually, the game devolves into a four-way splash fight.
“Hey, guys,” Shiro calls from the shore, causing the four paladins to cease splashing for a moment, “Anyone up for a volleyball game? I think I found a net.”
Once the others have waded back out of the water and toweled off, they all gather around the volleyball net Shiro found, joined by Allura and Romelle, who have been enjoying some sunbathing. Romelle, especially, is looking quite a bit pinker than normal and Lance makes a mental note to remind her to reapply her sunscreen later.
“So,” says Shiro, “How should we divide into teams?”
“Boys vs. girls!” Lance says quickly.
“No fair!” Pidge protests, “There’s more of you!”
“No duh, Pigeon, why do you think I suggested it?”
“We should have one of you join our team then,” Romelle points out.
“Yeah! We deserve a fourth honorary girl on the team!” says Pidge.
“Fine, fine,” says Lance, “I’ll let you have it. Pick an honorary girl.”
Pidge’s grin is downright devious, “We want Shiro.”
“Pick another honorary girl.”
“You never said any of your teammates were off-limits,” says Allura, as precise as any lawyer, “If you didn’t want us to choose Shiro, you should have said something before hand.”
Lance crosses his arms, “Well, maybe Shiro doesn’t want to be an honorary girl.”
But Shiro merely shrugs, good-naturedly, “I don’t mind, really.” He ducks under the net and joins the girls’ side.
“Oh, no,” Keith groans, “We’re so screwed now. Lance, you’ve screwed us.”
“Why? What do you mean?”
“Shiro’s a monster at volleyball. He’s gonna wipe the floor with all of us.”
Shiro rolls his eyes and grins, “Stop trying to scare them, Keith.”
Keith turns and glares at him, “Shiro remember when they had that volleyball tournament at the Garrison and you spiked the ball directly at some guy’s head and he went to the hospital for a concussion? ‘Cause I do. It’s actually a very vivid memory for me.”
Shiro shrugs, “What’s a game without a little risk? Now are you gonna serve or what?”
In the end, the girls’ team wins soundly. Pidge and Romelle might not be athletically inclined, but Shiro and Allura very much are, and competitive to boot. Keith puts forth a valiant effort, but is no match for both of them in the end. Lance and Hunk spend most of the game trying their best to not die.
Once the boys’ team is done licking their wounds, everyone decides to swim a bit more to cool off. Even Pidge agrees to it, though she spends most of the time hanging onto Hunk’s shoulders while he does the actual swimming.
Meanwhile, Keith finds a piece of driftwood and he and Lance decide to play fetch with Kosmo. Kosmo seems more interested in splashing around in the ocean than actually chasing the stick, so it’s mostly Lance and Keith who have to retrieve it when it lands further out and begins to float away.
At one point, Lance throws the stick a little too hard and it lands in the deeper water where the waves are breaking.
“Dang it,” says Lance, knowing there’s no way in hell he’ll convince Kosmo to swim all the way out there, “I’ll get it.”
“No, I got it,” says Keith, “I’m closer.”
Lance watches him wade out into the water, almost slipping at one point as he hits a small drop off. Eventually, it’s just his head and shoulders visible above the water. He reaches the stick and holds it up in the air, waving it at Lance, completely oblivious to the huge wave about to break behind him.
“Keith!” Lance yells, “Keith, there’s—“
Before he can even finish his sentence, the wave hits Keith, knocking him over. It must flip him completely upside down because at one point, Lance can see his feet briefly stick out of the water. Just when Lance thinks he’ll have to go rescue his dumb boyfriend from drowning, Keith surfaces again, a shell-shocked look on his face.
“You know what,” Lance calls over to him, “I think that’s enough fetch for one day. Why don’t you come back to shore?”
“I can’t,” Keith calls back.
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“I can’t. I’m naked now.”
“What?!”
“The wave took my stupid trunks off!”
“Oh my god,” Lance has to bite his hand to keep from laughing too hard, “Hang on, I’ll get you an extra suit. Just stay there. okay?”
“Like I have a choice!”
Lance sprints back to the van and digs through his bags to retrieve an extra pair of red swim trunks. As he runs back to the shore, the others seem to have noticed Keith’s predicament.
“Keith, if you wanted to go skinny dipping so bad, you should have said something,” Shiro calls, between bouts of laughter.
“Don’t let the sharks bite you!” says Pidge, “You won’t be able to sit for weeks!”
Keith flips the bird in their direction.
“Don’t worry, Keith, I’ll save you!” says Lance as he bounds into the water, holding the swimsuit over his head. Kosmo, wound up from all the excitement, follows him into the water, barking and teleporting at random.
“Oh, sure,” Lance says to him, “now you want to chase stuff.”
He reaches Keith and tosses the suit to him and Keith ducks underwater briefly so he can shimmy into them. Once he’s decent again, Lance scoops him up in his arms and carries him back to shore.
“Is the princess carry really necessary?” says Keith, “I’m not injured or anything.”
“Keith, buddy, you’ve gotta let me exercise my god-given right to be as dramatic as possible. Besides, am I not allowed to cradle my own boyfriend?”
Keith snorts, “How the tables have turned.”
Krolia’s waiting for them on the shore with towels and a lecture for Keith to be more careful. As the sun begins to set, the others wade back to the beach and get dry. Hunk and Shiro find an old fire pit and build a bonfire. Lance, fully prepared for the possibility of any beach activity, brought plenty of food to be roasted. The group enjoys a delicious meal of hot dogs and s’mores. Soon, they are all full and beginning to feel drowsy, the especially satisfying kind of tired that comes from running around outside all day. It takes all the energy they have left to pack up their stuff and get it back into the car. At one point, Pidge actually falls asleep on her feet and has to be carried to the van by Shiro.
Eventually, Lance starts the car and makes the drive back to where they’re staying, this time with Krolia in the navigator’s seat, since she’s the only one among the group not in imminent danger of falling asleep. Lance can hear soft snoring coming from the backseat.
There’s something deeply satisfying, he thinks, about coming back to his old home and sharing it with his new family.
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It’s Not Always Sunshine and Lollipops
(A lot of swearing, talk of sex life)
“Keith?” Shiro knocked tentatively on the bedroom door. “It’s open,” a meek voice croaked. The older of the two entered the room, a frown replacing his worried features. He shut the door behind him before climbing onto the bed.
Keith didn’t protest. He quickly threw himself into his brother’s hold, sobbing like crazy. “Sh, it’s okay.” Shiro didn’t know what was wrong, he was a little surprised that Keith was crying so harshly.
Rubbing his arm the older tried to soothe Keith. “No... it’s not,” the black paladin hiccuped softly. He left the Blade of Marmora due to Lance’s depression worsening and his anxiety of Keith dying growing stronger.
That and they had two children now and he didn’t think Lance could do it alone. Jerome was eighteen, he wasn’t hard to look after. The only problem was his PTSD, axiety and depression. He could take care of himself in every other aspect though.
Olivia was only six. They weren’t sure if she had PTSD or just awful nightmares about when the Galra destroyed her world. The odd thing was there were Galra inhabiting the planet, but that didn’t seem to matter to Lucius. The small Galran child was also starting to re enter he attachment stage and Keith wanted her to recognize him as a parent, her parent.
But now he might not be able to share such love, depending on how Lance was feeling.
Lance, it seemed anyway, was starting to flirt with other people. He’d wink at random girls, flirt with them at parties. He’d hit on cute boys, allow them to hit on him. It was something he hadn’t done since before Keith and him hooked up, around twenty years ago!
As Keith explained this to Shiro he could feel the other becoming tenser. He was waiting for the “I warned you” but it wouldn’t do any good at this point. “Are you sure your not just feeding off Lance’s paranoia,” the white haired male asked as he looked into Keith’s blood shot eyes.
Yes, it was true, Lance had grown rather paranoid over the years with Keith away. He was afraid Keith would find love else where. But Keith wasn’t imagining things!
“I’m not. He does it every party lately. When we go to the space mall he does it too, or any coalition thing. I mean... maybe he’s not serious. He doesn’t do it when the kids were around.” That didn’t make it any better! Shiro was rather shocked by all of this, but Keith’s reaction was the most surprising.
“Keith are you serious? Your just going to brush it off like that?” He raised him better! Okay... .Adam raised him better in this aspect. “No, or course not! But if he,” he couldn’t say the words. A loud sob left his mouth instead.
Shiro knew what he meant. Pulling Keith closer he kissed his head trying to soothe him the best he could. “Keith he still loves you. He’d start sleeping else where if he was upset.”
Keith shook his head. “He’s been going to bed later than me. When he used to do that I’d be woken up from him getting on the bed. He’d kiss my cheek and say good night. Id’ either be spooned or he’d shake me awake until I agreed to spoon him.”
Childish, but Shiro nodded. “And he’s stopped?” Keith looked back up at him. “He doesnt even say goodnight now, let alone cuddle me.” His eyes watered up again as he pushed them away. “He doesn’t hug or kiss me anymore. He doesn’t even try to hold my hand or flirt with me.”
Shiro sighed before running his floating hand through Keith’s extremely long locks. “Maybe his paranoia is getting to him. He might think you’ve already moved on and he should too.” Keith let out a loud wail. “I don’t want to loose my husband! I don’t wanna loose my kids Shiro!”
Shiro wanted to throttle Lance at this point. He kept his feelings down as he slowly rocked Keith back and forth. “Well Allura is throwing another party tonight, maybe you could talk to him about it.” He doubted Lance was coming back to the room until after the party.
Keith shook his head. “Why? He’s just going to try and hook up with random girls,” Keith cried.
But for some reason he allowed Shiro to drag him down to the party when it was time. He was supposed to make an entrance anyway as he was now part of Voltron again.
But leaving the Blade meant leaving his mom, which added to his pain.
Now he stood leaning against a wall, sipping whatever Coran created. It started to taste better with each sip. That was until he noticed his husband on the dance floor. And of course, he wasn’t alone. A few different girl from different races were trying to hit it off with him.
His goofy cocky attitude was showing as he tried to use his “Lover Boy Lance” charm. Tears filled his eyes as he looked around. Olivia was dancing with Amerix by Shay and Hunk, while Jerome was no where to be found.
That bastard was actually...
A hand clamped down on Keith’s shoulder. “Keith?” He didn’t realize he was crying again. Handing his cup to Shiro he strode out of the castle into the lush grass of whatever planet this was. He’d stopped paying attention.
Back inside the castle Lance was laughing as he enjoyed the girl’s company before feeling a tap on his shoulder. Figuring it was another girl who wanted to join the party. “Just a moment,” he tried to charm. He had his lover voice in play.
“Lance.” Uh oh.
Turning around the other was met with a harsh glare. Adam had his arms crossed, eyes narrowed. He looked like he was trying to beam holes in the boy. Shiro was standing behind him with a kinder, but stern stare. He held two cups filled with “punch” in his hands.
“Lance what your doing is completly ina,” Adam cut him off. “I’ll spare you the lecture. Take these,” he took the cups from Shiro before forcing them into Lance’s hands. “Now go beg your husband for forgiveness.” He eyed the girls dangerously.
They backed away before Adam started pushing Lance to the exit. “The hell has gotten into you,” he grumbled before letting Lance walk the rest of the way.
It didn’t take long to find Keith. He was sitting along the pier edge. It looked to be around an eighty foot drop into jagged rocks and harsh purple waves.
Fear took over Lance as he set the cups down and wrapped his arms around Keith. The other yelped in surprise before feeling his body being pulled back. “We’re just not going to do that,” Lance commented.
Keith’s eyes watered at the voice. “Let me go,” he demanded quietly. “I will when we’re far enough away from the edge.” Moving him to the base of a steep hill he ran off to retrieve the cups.
“Sir, your beverage,” he goofily offered. Keith shook his head, turning to look away from Lance. “I’m not thirsty.” It was a lie, his throat was screaming for liquid. “Oh um... alright.” He reached across Keith to place the cup down before sitting next to him. Taking a sip from his own cup he sighed leaning back.
“I’d say something about the stars but... we see them everyday. They start to loose their beauty... ya’ know?” Keith grunted softly on understanding. His arms were crossed as he looked down. The tears started to streak down his face.
Lance frowned a bit.
He yawned before going to wrap and arm around him. “Don’t.” Okay, maybe not. Keith reached out for Lance’s cup. Before the other could protest Keith was drinking greedily from his cup.
“Um... I got you your own cup.” He laughed a bit. “What, you think it’s poisoned or something,” he joked. “Cheaper and easier than divorce.” Lance’s face fell. Moving Keith’s hair out of his face he was a bit shocked. Keith peered up at him with blood shot purple eyes. His face was soaked from hours of crying.
“Don’t touch me,” he mumbled. Pulling his arm away Lance felt himself start to cry. “Keith I would never try to poison you, see?” He reached over for Keith’s cup. Taking it he drank slowly. “It’s fine. Adam poured them anyway.”
Keith threw his cup. “Are you fucking kidding me Lance? You really don’t care, do you,” he roared. Tears were gushing down his face. Lance sat up in shock. “What did I do?” Keith’s eyes were starting to turn Galra as he looked over at the other.
“W...What did you do?” He shoved his braid aside to see Lance’s face better. “What did you do? Your fucking cheating on me! You don’t love me anymore, but you can’t just tell me you want a divorce? I left my mom’s side to be with you!
“I thought you actually loved me for years Lance! You were my first real boyfriend, I gave you my virginity you prick! A...And all you can say... is ‘What... did I do?’.” Keith brought his hands to his face as he sobbed miserably. “I’m keeping the kids. I could care less whee you go, but they are staying with me.”
Lance felt his heart shattering. “Keith, hey.” His voice was soft. He refused to let the other push him away. “Let me go,” Keith screamed. “Keith would you shut up for two minutes! Can I explain myself?”
Keith looked up in disbelief. “Explain why your cheating on me? I’ve been that awful to you? Really Lance?” Lance huffed softly. “Okay for starters I’m not cheating on you! I may have been flirting... a lot. It really has nothing to do with you.”
Keith looked at him in utter confusion. “What?” He wasn’t protesting to the touch at this point. He needed it, it felt so familiar too. “Well...I just... I always feared you’d find someone better in space.” Keith cut him off. “Is this about Acxa again?”
The other shook his head. “No, your gay, I know. But I... I feel like there are Galran men that can take care of you better than me. That can make you feel better, and I know we don’t... that... often but... I just. I guess I just needed to reassure myself I’m also still date able, in case you ever leave me?”
He sighed looking down. “Now that I’m saying this out loud it sounds.... so stupid.” Keith shoved him a bit. “Cause it is.” He curled into his knees, leaning angrily against Lance. “So you won’t kiss me, say goodnight... or cuddle me because you think I’m leaving you? Thought I left my mother’s side for you, for our family. Olivia was in there tonight Lance. What if she saw you?”
Lance frowned a bit. “I... I really don’t know Keith. I’m sorry. I just felt like our love had gone.” Keith suddenly sat up. “You don’t love me anymore?” Hands instantly grabbed onto him again, he pulled his husband back into a hug.
“No! Well... Keith you are the longest I’ve been in a relationship with. They used to last a few months but we rushed into way too much shit, we’ve been through hell and back and... I miss you. I love you.”
Keith sobbed softly. “Then act like it! Stop just going with your paranoia and look at reality! I came back for you, I wanted to be with my family. Do you really think I’m out there doing some random guy?”
Lance shook his head, “Of course not. Your not like that. Your,” Keith finished his sentence. “Trustable?” Lance’s mouth closed as he nodded slowly. “Starting to click?” He nodded again, looked more pained than before. “I thought you were too. But.. I guess you never really changed.”
After a few moments he apologized. “I’m sorry. That was childish, you never acted like this during our what, two decades of marriage.” The last part was meant to sting a little. “Keith it was nothing serious. I promise, I love you.” He began to unbraid the long hair.
“Stop,” Keith mumbled softly. His heart was aching. “No,” was Lance’s reply. Untangling the long locks, he began to massage Keith’s scalp. “You braid too tight.” The black paladin shook his head. “Please stop hurting me. Your just leading me on now.”
He started to giggle when he felt a finger playing under his chin. “Pulling back he huffed in annoyance. He looked exhausted. “Lance.” The red paladin followed him back, pinning him to the grass.
“Keith I’m not leading you on. I’ll stop, I promise. Before you say it, I know, I know, I shouldn’t have been flirting in the first place. I should have came to you about my fears. But don’t ever tell me I’m leading you on.”
He moved to Keith’s ear. “You thought that our first time, was I serious then? You have two children and a ring on your finger. I don’t want to hurt you, I love you too much honey.” He kissed softly down Keith’s face to his neck. Keith giggled despite trying to stay mad, the kisses were too light.
“Lahance, we’re in public!” He tired to push the other away, but it was no use. “What... it’s not like I’m... tickling you.” Keith’s eyes widened. “Don’t you-- DHAHAhehehre! Ehehe! N-Nhahao!” He started to laugh helplessly ask Lance tickled the his sides. The spandex was doing little to protect him.
“Lance sthhahahp it! Shahaome one chchaould see us!” He gasped when Lance’ started to remove his armor. “Lhahance!” The other smirked as he continued. Keith wasn’t doing much to stop him, maybe he wanted to be tickled.
He didn’t try to escape until Lance started working on his boots. “N-No! Lance get away from my feet,” he cried. “Keith seriously?’ The other nodded. “Finle I’ll just tickleeee... right... here!” He dove into Keith’s belly earning a mix of hiccups, squeals, snorts, and strangled heretical laughter. “Ghehet ahahahawahahay frhahaom mehehe yhahaou pervert!”
Lance chuckled before moving in closer to the kill zone. He could feel the panic coming off of Keith as he screamed in laughter, rocking from side to side. His hands were blocking his ribs, which intern blocked Lance from his destination.
“Ah, ah, ah, Keithy! Honey bun, love of my life, my ticklish little kitten,” he teased. Keith’s face turned a shade darker of red before he started to kcik his feet out. “Sthahahap it,” he cried.
They both knew where Lance wanted to be. “S-Sthahahap! Yahhahaou knhow hahahaow ticklish I am,” Keith cried. Lance nodded in delight. “Oh yes I do. Now let’s just move these.” He lifted Keith’s arms to the grass above his dark locks. Bringing his head down, Lance grinned.
“N--No,” Keith cried This was going to tickle like something awful.
“Pffft!” Keith shrieked with laughter as Lance blew a raspberry into his underarm. “L-Lhahahance I’m gahahanonahaha pee! Sthahap it!” The younger pulled up with a quizical look. “Really, are you?” Keith nodded, fear and desire in his eyes. “Your eyes say your lying to me Keith. Besides, my Keithy loves to be tickled into a giggling puddle of goo.”
Keith whimpered softly as Lance’s head came down for his other armpit. “Sthahap, dhon’t!” He was giggling in anticipation. But it never came. Sudenly five fingers were digging into each armpit earning worse laughter than before.
Keith’s voice was starting to break as he screamed and begged to be let go. But Lance was enjoying himself. “Okay, Ohahahaokay!” He didn’t know what lance wanted from him. “Sthahap! I’m ghahahahaood!”
The other stopped, resting his hands in the area. kisses were planted all over Keith’s panting, smiling face. “Did that feel nice,” Lance teased. Keith nodded a bit, giggling. Gathering Keith’s armor, he re dressed the other before carrying him bridal style back into the castle.
The girls from before were a little shocked to see Lance holding a man, especially when that man was giggling like he was drunk. The blush on his face didn’t help. Adam tapped Shiro’s arm, glaring at the two. Bouncing Amerix slightly, Shiro was a little shocked to see Keith so happy.
Walking past Coran, Lance leaned forward. “Can we be excused for the rest of the night?” The other was a bit shocked before nodding. “Why?” Lance nodded to Keith. “We need some bonding time,” he lied.
He was going to tickle Keith senseless, just how he liked it when they were alone. Coran nodded before the two lovers scampered off.
At least they were able to keep their marriage in tact.
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