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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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hi I'm back again. Anyways; as always you don't have to answer if you don't wish! How do you think the residents would react to a young Pureblood MC? (I'm talking about young like a minor.) With that Gen Z in a nutshell personality. Obviously no romantic feelings, just in your opinion how do you think they'd react? all of my questions are just "coincidentally" oddly specific aren't they, totally

Oh shit whaddup I love the idea of Gen Z MC!!! Young pureblood it is, here we go! I’m going to be moving from the assumption that they’re like Comte/Leo; very sympathetic to humanity and sometimes have existential crises (trauma babeyyyyyyyyy). As such, I’ll also be assuming she’s not super close to her family given she rejects the larger vampiric hierarchy/superiority paradigm, memes and modernity, all that jazz

I hope this fits the bill! c:

Under a cut bc is a lonnnnnnng boi~ Click after Napo to see everyone else’s! No explicit triggers that I’m aware of, but if anybody sees anything I missed feel free to let me know

Comte’s reaction:

Absolute baby, he has decided this is his grandchild--no he will not change his mind or take constructive criticism. Get’s ESPECIALLY concerned when he starts to see signs of that “nothing in life matters 😎” nihilism, but doesn’t pester them about it or becomes naggy. Growing up he had similar issues with the prospect of eternal life surrounded by creatures with a mortal lifespan, so he doesn’t judge. He’s more like nah we all hit that vibe, let’s see if we can get their mind off it c: I feel like Gen Z really understand and appreciate the importance of culture and art, so I feel like they would bond a ton over trips to museums/plays/concerts! Invites them to tea time if he ever sees them particularly silent (ah yes, repression) or particularly tired, and does his best to ensure their safety without being intrusive (has briefed the men to escort/accompany her as needed, though Sebas usually does it).

If he sees fangs out around baby he will thrash the shit out of the perpetrator--unless it’s an accident. No excuses. That’s a child. Doesn’t give a FUCK if they’re another pureblood even with all the arranged marriage bullshit. He said what he said. (Remember that biting between vampires or vampire + human relations is considered something that’s only done between intimate partners, so he is having none of that for a minor)

Leonardo’s reaction:

Also certified granddad, but he’s the one that enables shenanigans and is just like “oh worm” when it comes to the existential dread (it’s a Tuesday). At first though Leo is basically that meme like: (Stupidman = Leo, Maddie = MC)

Not all purebloods are necessarily dangerous, but most are either incredibly indifferent to the plight of others (especially humans) or actively range from like playing social mind games to being sociopathic murderers/etc. the list goes on. As such, Leonardo is suspicious to no end until he sees that the kid really doesn’t have any ill will in her. She jokes with Sebas (they quote vines on the daily) and works with him normally; even when Leo asks Sebas he’s just “????? bro she’s just my kouhai, thanks for worrying tho”. One day he’s tasked with escorting her to grab groceries and assorted things for the mansion, and she freezes in place before bolting across the street. Turns out she saw a kid trip in the road and fall, and a carriage was moving fast from the other side--it likely wasn’t going to be able to stop. She scoops up the kid and holds them close, and when the parents try to thank her profusely she just seems more uncomfortable with the praise than triumphant. She didn’t want the kid to get hurt. If she could do something about it, it was as simple as that.

From that point on they’re hella chill and hang out together, usually just bonding in silence. If they’re an artist, he’ll offer them pointers and technique manuals--will help however he can. If not, they’ll just be reading together in the library now and again. If she falls asleep, he’ll tuck her in and watch over her (cue red eye meme when the door opens, but then it’s just Vincent so he c:). He’ll often pay close attention to her eating habits to make sure nothing’s amiss with her health since she’s still a growing pureblood. If she struggles with what she is a lot (given she’s sympathetic to human beings) he’ll synchronize his Rouge drinking with hers to make sure she doesn’t starve herself ;-;. Even if she’s just forgetful about drinking/eating, he’ll do what he can to make her life easier (that’s how he shows his affection uwu)

He will, of course, also tease her about being a baby until she kicks him in the shin while Comte sighs and tells him to knock it off with a smack upside the head

Napoleon’s reaction:

Not granddad energy, but you better believe he’s in a weird territory between sheer admiration and “I am your older brother now, eat your vegetables” “But I don’t even need vegetables” “Eat your vegetables and I’ll take you to a crepe shop” “............deal”

Basically it’s unlikely MC is super close to her siblings or even has any (pureblood children are a rare feat) so she’s like......wary, but then she just ???? this is.....kinda nice? Just having somebody that cares in a chill way, but still fully encourages her to throw men across the street if they’re hurting women/children (high fives her every time). He’ll often invite her to the swordplay lessons with the kids alongside Isaac’s teaching; she’s free to join in the learning, or honestly just hang out with people closer to her age (he’s v concerned about her having friends that she can relate to and talk to freely).

Protective in a subtle way, like Leonardo. Escorts her places and helps her carry groceries without fail when Sebas is running other errands. She becomes his crepe shop cover buddy whenever he has an intense hankering for sweets: “wanna go to that crepe shop around the corner” “you’re just too chicken to go alone, fool” “do you want crepes or not nunuche” “............BOKBOKBOK” “aight that’s it **gives her a noogie**” (they go anyway and have a marvelous time rating the crepes from best to worst, they got a whole list goin’)

Glares Arthur down if he so much as LOOKS in her direction

Mozart’s reaction:

Mozart is just the “what is with this sassy, lost child?” meme. Doesn’t dislike them, but they are just not remotely threatened by his haughty disdain by any extension. And he HATES IT. The MC is always just “Okay, boomer” and he just ?????? He doesn’t know what it means but it’s openly dismissive, so he mad.

Like idk if y’all know this meme, but it’s the same energy as:

It’s only when he notices she’s always punctual and careful with his requests that he starts to warm up. For example, she makes him a mocha by combining the way he likes his coffee and hot cocoa to perfection when he falls asleep at his piano. (She feels bad for him after Comte explains because--though he’s got a stick up his butt--he’s clearly distressed in his new surroundings ;-; Plus, the kind of perfectionism Mozart exudes is an extension of internalized shame, and when she begins to see that she really shifts her approach.) As such, he begins to soften to her presence. He begins to see that she isn’t indifferent to his existence, it’s more that she sees no need for intimidation and believes admiration is earned (basic respect isn’t a privilege, it’s a right). When he figures that out, he stops being so barbed and terse--starts to relax. Offers to let her stay and listen to his pieces if she wants, and she’s honestly touched given his clear struggle with vulnerability. Cuddles with Schelm at the window as he plays, and they become good friends.

As a result, Mozart becomes fiercely protective despite her sturdier nature as a pureblood and has hissed venom at Arthur about the fact that she is off fucking limits. Doesn’t leave her alone in the same room as the other men unless it’s with Jeanne or Comte; he don’t trust like that.

Arthur’s reaction:

Sweating a lot at the sudden collection of baleful eyes sticking to his back everywhere he goes, but figures he brought it on himself to an extent. That being said, he can’t really get a word in edgewise given she just walks away when he tries to engage in conversation or compliment her.

Tough nut to crack this one, but he doesn’t let it discourage him. The only way she’ll give him the time of day is to play chess--and she kicks his ass soundly every single time. He’s fascinated by her extensive analytic ability, but she keeps silent about her strategies and thinking. Dazai and Theo always love to watch him get his ass handed to him, but he considers it a really interesting experience; it gives him insight into her mind, no matter how much she tries to hide. Patient, efficient, brutal--this kid has seen some shit, probably.

It’s after that point he just concedes she probably won’t let him in, though it doesn’t diminish his curiosity about the future; and perhaps traces of dread. What does the future look like for both her and Sebastian to be that stoic and aloof? It worries him...

Vincent’s reaction:

Vincent is v v impressed by her sense of self, and honestly sees a lot of Theo in her. She’s a little more reticent than Theo, but she has this same commitment to protecting the vulnerable and penetrating through the lies/shitty convictions of others. She is not a person who bends easily, but even so there’s a quiet kind of gentleness to her: she always chats to him v calmly, asks if he needs anything and is doing okay, doesn’t get impatient when he drops things or forgets his apron for the laundry. I think he would respond very positively to her presence, even if it wasn’t intentional. He just brightens up like a little sun and asks her out to picnics for fun; he has no greater intention than enjoying her smile and silly antics (he doesn’t always understand the references, but the way she executes it with so much dry wit--like Theo--makes him laugh). He just feels the warmth of family/familiarity around her ;~;

Ironically, they’re both exceedingly concerned for the other because they’re too self-sacrificing jkashlgdks like this is 100% a case of “I can’t let a young lady risk getting hurt” “Vincent I’m literally indestructible please just let me do this” “But it still hurts” “But I don’t want you to scar--” (This conversation extends so long that the author felt it would be more beneficial to add an etc. here).

He admires her and trusts in her abilities more due to the nature of her maturity, treats her like a cherished friend and sometimes younger sibling (not condescending but very indulgent; gives her the last of his sweets for example, or pats her on the head when she’s feeling gloomy--more of a wholesome puts her first). But make no mistake, he will throw hands in milliseconds if she gets ganged up on or can’t handle a threat--he just lets her handle most things bc she’s capable~

Isaac’s reaction:

Torn. Because on the one hand, she’s very serious and conscientious about her work--doesn’t want to inconvenience or trouble anyone--and he relates to that heavy.

HOWEVER.

She’s also got insanely chaotic energy when the mood strikes, so when Dazai starts doing his random shitfuckery you better believe MC is upping the ante. (I’m talking AH. ENSLAVED MOISTURE. levels). So Isaac essentially oscillates between thankful for her fortitude to bashing his head against a table for every second he knows her.

In all seriousness though, I would see Isaac as being pretty concerned. Like Vincent, they’re both self-sacrificing to a fault--and he doesn’t want that for her, especially given how young she is. Often tells her not to overdo it or to ask for help if she looks overwhelmed, though it’s not condemning; he says it softly with a neutral look on his face. (He considers it a Certified Mood^TM). He just wants to give back all the care she puts into helping around the house. He doesn’t feel right watching a kid work so hard without reminding her that she should find time to have fun and live for herself too. There will be plenty of time when she’s older to get serious.

He has a fairly easy time interacting with her because of his experience with kids; he takes her seriously (when she’s not clowning) and treats her autonomy with respect. If anything, she’s probably the protective one. She knows he’s an aberrant so she pays laser attention to when he’s suffering and brings him Rouge (not scared because she’s stronger than him and not human lmao, and she sees no need to put Sebastian at risk). When that uni pres pesters him, she goes cold and angry and asks the man to step off when she sees him start to downspiral. They’re essentially on equal footing (he has more life experience, she has more bodily strength/confidence). They're just chill and kind with each other (babies of the mansion, beloved by all).

Theodorus' reaction:

Because he is a manchild, he will be chill/generally indifferent until Vincent starts being indulgent with her (bro-con). He won't be violent or anything like that, but he will pout a storm and try to verbally shoo her away. Because she's a woman, intelligent, and likely a feminist--this will become hilarious because she will not remotely take him seriously. She will just ignore him or roast him in seconds before moving on with her day. Otherwise he doesn't care much because he doesn't have time to play babysitter (unless there's no one else to help).

At the most, he'll make sure she's safe and use the excuse that Vincent would be upset if he did anything less. If she likes/loves dogs and plays with King while she's there, he'll soften up and thank her for taking care of him. If she makes hella pancakes, he'll be the proudest about it--ruffling her hair. If she protects Vincent in any capacity, he'll be torn between jealous, grateful and impressed; he likes a kid that can hold their own and take responsibility within their abilities.

So their relationship is v much like a chill uncle with their niece; fond, but not necessarily super close or spend a ton of time together. He has his priorities, but he won't be an asshat (mostly).

Jeanne's reaction:

Jeanne is confused on so many levels. He doesn't dislike her spunk he's just staggered by her level of sheer reckless, righteous rage. (And he's a bit wary in the face of another pureblood as a potential enemy) but after a bit more time around her he relaxes. She's fairly simple to understand when you get to know her; cares about others to a fault, existential dread, overworks herself. Stays watchful, but he just treats her like the younger kids that Napoleon brings by the weapons shop when they need armor for practice. It can get a little funny because he’ll just be like “uhhhh uh kids like sweet stuff right? Here have some of the macaroons somebody brought by earlier, I don’t like ‘em that much anyway.” And she just “??? Thanks???” He doesn’t mind being around her, just doesn’t really know what to say so they often fall into comfortable silence after exchanging small talk. She likes that he isn’t complicated; what you see is what you get with Jeanne. It’s nice not to have to keep her guard up every second of the day,

When he sees her feeling particularly down, he’ll take her to that little field of white lilies behind the mansion during a full moon night. The silver light seems to make the petals emit an ethereal glow, and she makes him a flower crown in thanks. He listens kindly if she wants to talk, and if she doesn’t--that’s okay too; he’ll just give her a head pat.

Honestly he finds a lot of relief in the fact that she's a pureblood, because he feels less nervous about her being fragile or her getting fatally hurt when he’s not around. Will still be very gentle with her and protect her when she’s in proximity

Mission Status: Fucking Wholesome

Dazai’s reaction:

Big brother time? It’s big brother time!!!! He instantly makes it his subtle mission to look after her, though he’s v lowkey abt it. She takes one look at this depressed mofo climbing in through the window and just goes “aw yeah, this guy FUCKS” and they become besties at a glance. They basically make a game out of who can be the most absurd whenever they’re in the same room. Comte and Leo find it utterly hilarious, Napoleon is digging a grave for Isaac in the backyard (we all know his heart won’t be able to take it. Mozart is probably next. A moment of silence for our fallen.)

I just imagine them like that one post (@/acoolguy):

Dazai: You ever have to shake your leg because there’s a rock in it? MC: That’s your bones Dazai: Every day I learn some more

He’ll always share treats with her and brings her along for walks if she’s feeling wanderlust; he knows how hard it can be, how restless the heart becomes so far from home. He does his best to distract her with their ongoing jokes, but one day it starts raining very suddenly while they’re out. He rushes her under the nearest tree with broad, broad leaves and settles his haori/overcoat over her head. He looks incredibly serious as he looks to the sky--almost glowering at the dark clouds gathering, He doesn’t look at all like his usual fun-loving self in that split second, even though he’s back to his good-natured chirping “Guess we’ll just have to wait out the downpour. MC, are you cold? I should have been more careful.” She shakes her head and shares the coat with him, holding it out insistently until he relents. Their hands brush and she notices they’re freezing, but she doesn’t say anything. She seems to sense he has a lot on his mind, and leans her shoulder against his. The silence feels fragile; she doesn’t want to risk shattering it--shattering him. It is often said that it is an act of great courage to wipe away someone’s tears. But it can also be an act of great gentleness to turn away, to pretend one cannot see them fall (whether visible or not).

One day, after MC returns to her own time, Dazai returns to his room to find two shadows hanging from his window. Though a little crude--they’ve obviously been made by a beginner--it’s clear what they are. Rain ghosts. (Sebastian later explains it was MC’s wish that he have them, and Dazai only smiles very, very gently in response.)

Shakespeare’s reaction:

MC gets one look at him and knows something’s off. She can’t quite tell what it is, but he doesn’t feel like the rest of the family. She can sense something behind him, something lurking; but she can’t quite place it. (Comte has mentioned before that purebloods can sense each other, so I imagine MC knows right off the bat he isn’t a normal sired vampire--she just doesn’t know enough to identify exactly what it is.)

That being said, she is sus. He keeps talking like some kind of weird ass court jester/fae, and she hated his work when she had to do it for school (only enjoyed the Hamlet memes because, let’s be real, that shit is uproarious). When he tries to coax her to see Vlad with him, she says “'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me.” And he just freezes in place before he starts laughing. Considers their battle of wills well-played, and warns her not to go out alone--doesn’t bother her again. Though sometimes enjoys listening to her conversations with others for good roast material. (No he is not taking notes, no this new chara is just fire and feral for no good reason--nothing to do with MC)

Sebastian’s reaction:

The l o r e, MC. Give him the forbidden pureblood lore. Will be incredibly curious and ask about what vampires are like outside of the mansion, for science of course. If he senses discomfort though his questions will die down completely--it’s not his intention to make her uncomfortable. He’s just curious!

Despite his stoicism he’s actually a very, very understanding and warm person. Will listen to any teenage jadedness or hopelessness with fond patience, recalling the days he was similar. He’ll offer what advice he can. He’s not one to be preachy, but if he sees someone at a loss, he’ll offer what he thinks might be a productive direction for them. Given her removal from her home and parents--even though she’s already well into high school--he’ll sympathize deeply with her position. Will be a firm but gentle guardian (hello Mansion Mom #2), offers her candy every time she does a chore exceptionally well or offers assistance without prompting. She’s sus and takes it reluctantly at first, but after she tries one in private secretly loves them. Sebas is just silently “you like krabby patties don’t you, squidward”. If she’s honest, she’s comforted by the sense of normalcy and care he gives, the harmless joking and easy respect for others (unless otherwise provoked).

When she finds out about his hobby considers him to be a Fucking Nerd^TM and wants to shove him into a locker, but in reality is endeared by how much he genuinely cares about the men. She thinks it’s a harmless fascination, and she senses the oddest...ephemerality about him. Because of this, she becomes pretty protective; he’s a human and he’s too nice for his own good. While she identifies in one sense, she worries in another. Pureblood are sturdy, but humans can’t necessarily sustain that kind of constant self-giving for long...

Also bc my tag game too strong adding it here: #i love the prospect of pureblood MC trying to bring Sebas and Napo together #MC: bruh i got this #Sebas, full of gay panic: wait, MC nO--

Meme tl;dr in the tags also for your enjoyment! I’m sorry this one took a little longer than most to finish!

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp leo #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp theo #ikevamp jeanne #ikevamp jean #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp sebastian #gen z pureblood mc #i had a lot of fun writing this! I hope this met your expectations friend! c:#comte and leo: uwu grandparents #mozart: okay BOOMER #napo: HAHAHA shithead siblings i love it #arthur and shakes: wouldn't you like to know weather boy. 'where are your parents??' (parts one and two)#vincent and isaac: BRUH S A M E S I E S #theo: **meme voice** 'is there anything worse than a rapist?' BOOM 'a child.' 'N O!'#jeanne: endearing but out of touch uncle while dazai is WOOOOO LET'S DRINK BLEACH uncle #sebastian: ah yes ty for the modicum of brain cells and competence that also shatters gender norms my good bi bitch #**Gilligan's cut to MC and Dazai wearing sunglasses and matching hats that read 'i put the (me) in disappointment'**

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stimmypaw · 3 years

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stimmypaw reads the apprentice’s quest, a blog post

A big one, just a bunch of thoughts as I’m reading it, of course, lots of spoilers for the first book in the Warrior Cats series A Vision of Shadows. This will be covering just the first book tho, it’s all in the Read More, let’s gooooooo!!!!

Vision Of Shadows time

Lots of new cats!!! I don't remember these guys as kits or anything wrow!!! I like their names but itll take a while to get used to them

Also cant believe they printed stormcloud's dead name

Omg there's a cat named beepaw

I love these cats all of them so much im going 2 cry

All new names are perfect

I FORGOT HOW GORGEOUS THE CAT VIEW IN THE RECENT BOOKS WAS, LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT

I'm glad leafpool smokes weed

I love reading from Jayfeather's point of view, his grumpiness hasn't grown on me ever but thats just me, I still enjoy it lots he's great and its fun

Firestar and Leopardstar's characterizations are On Point i love it

OOF i feel so bad when jayfeather is mean to others, poor kestrelflight, I love those two

Lovely Jayfeather moments now its time for the first chapter

I like this duo! Also I didn't think I'd ever say this but shut up squirrelflight one can have fun AND learn with their mentors

Sparkkit sounds nice she makes jingling bell noises when she walks around

Alderkit is chadphobic /j

I can see Alderkit taking deep breaths to relax its rotating in my mind its beautiful

God this first chapter feels so good and comfortable, like eating noodles and chicken nuggets. I am so so deeply in love with it, its gorgeous!

Sparkkit is so perfect too, and Graystripe remembering Firestar aaaaaa

DUSTPELT SAID WHAT? PHDHAHAHHA OH NOOOO I don't remember their relationship much, must have been fun, I love young little creature squirrelflight I MISSED HER SO BAD WOW

I started reading the second chapter and died, I think ill take a break now 2 sleep heehhee

I love them describing twoleg stuff its always so fun and alien, like watching an animal planet show about funny sea creatures.

Also I have determined sparkpaw is my favorite, might be my favorite cat ever next to hollyleaf??? I really identify with her and also she's autistic i have decided that

Alderpaw baby noooo hhhh their mentor at least is trying to show its okay, he seems very emotionally distant so far and alderheart feels very emotionally needy, actually both of them do, did I mention I love Sparkpaw??? I might be imprinting myself 2 much on her

I love how like, its clear both of them are absolutely anxious and worried about others opinions on them, which is clearly something they got from being Firestar's grandkids, deputy kids and leader kids. And bramblestar too, I recall him being quite the anxious lad ahhah. Sparkpaw will be showing confidence and being loud but the second anyone isn't approving of her or she does something "wrong" she gets small and quiet, and she ended up setting a high bar for herself by being good at hunting and fighting so I'm curious to see how that will go. Also there's nothing wrong with being guided through a crowded place to meet others Sparkpaw!!! I bet the two of them would be stuck without not knowing how to talk to others had Needlepaw not shown up. I love them, my gf is mocking me saying I'm a Sparkpaw kinnie.

Apprentices will like learn about a thing and tell everyone about it all the time and assume its always true in every situation and thats valid I love kids like that. Also in my head Needlepaw kinda looks like a porcupine. Oh boo she's fatphobic >:(

I love apprentices they are so fun and silly, just making fun of the leaders like its nothing. The way they are clearly learning and absorving everything their warriors say and do like sponges its just ***chefs kiss***

Omg shadowclan is just full of 12 year olds help

And then the old person said "it sure is hard being old!" And everyone clapped

Shout-out to pretty Riverclan apprentice #481977 I love her

Leafpool: 👁👁

Alderpaw: I knew it im cursed and awful and terrible and I will never amount to anything

I wish the cats didn't seem to be giving up on him so easily though

Ah yes the classic thunderclan move "you suck, into the medicine hole you go"

The way sparkpaw changes the things she says and how she does when it isn't the status quo around her oooooooooooooyeaaaaaaa I love 1 autistic cat

Alderpaw considering your problems lesser than other cats won't help you deal with them better bro

I love Needlepaw's excitement about Alderpaw being a medicine cat apprentice, and her sarcasm, she feels like a preppy teenager

Ahhh this is so good, I am so thirsty for family moments like this, just Alderpaw bonding with grandma, I’ll definitely want to draw this one it’s so sweet.

Oh to be young and silly.

I really am enjoying like, Alderpaw’s struggles to seeing how he fits in the clan, how he fits in himself, how he wants to be seen and what he wants to be, it’s really good. I Am Engaged(tm) With This Plot.

SPARKPAW NOOOOOOO but also Yes I want her to be shown vulnerable and weak please

POP, god watching this stuff always awful, the cats must have thought he broke her ahahah

Also, really great that they learned from Dovewing and now like leave choices and discussions about prophecies between adults

And plus Brambles seemed to take the time to explain stuff to him, seems he wont be going alone either the 1 thing is that he will be the only one knowing what the journey is really about, why though??? I didnt read Firestar's Quest or whatever why does Skyclan need to be secret??? Seems quite silly really!

YESSSS SANDSTORM GET HIS ASS FIGHT FIGHT LOVE THIS LOVE SANDSTORM

I could feel squirrelflight nearing explosion here, this was very fun, i wish they werent hiding this though!!!

The secret thing is showing to be a plot point so I am once again Very Engaged

Also, wonderful dialogue bit, someone asked Bramblestar why an Elder is going and:

Lovely perfect perfect

I miss you dovewing

SQUIRRELFLIGHT LOVE YOU

Oh boy this is it

Traveling book moment

Graystripe: Soooo you're excited to go on the journey to the old territories and Skyclan?

Sandstorm: Yes! It's been ages and-

Graystripe: I'm sure the tribe will love the visit too

Sandstorm, groaning: Oh noooo I forgot about how the tribe is in the way of every journeyyyyy noooooo they're such a racist caricature, please tell me you have a plan

Graystripe: Yes don't worry about it the writers forgot about the tribe in my comic book so you can just use the excuses i did to actively avoid it

Sandstorm: Oh thank Starclan

Sparkpaw's desperation to prove herself oof, her anxiety with understanding the prophecy, oh boy, and Alderpaw feeling too overwhelmed by the questions and not managing to talk!!!! I am so glad they are both autistic

Hoping "Being Leader" wont mean theyre putting nonsense responsibility on the apprentice again

Ah good Sandstorm is on the lead again, as she should, she should have been leader she would have been great

I can't believe Alderpaw thinks I look stupid and diseased :( /j

Everything about this twoleg scene was scandalous I loved it, Sparkpaw just toppled over a trash bag and they are eating from it, iconic, also did those twolegs throw out a whole turkey? Damn

Its not that Sparkpaw is freakishly good at hunting she is very hungry and constantly on the watch for things to eat

BRO Ive never been in a road where the drivers are this wild, throwing bottles out of the car????? Ive seen Fruit being thrown like once or twice, what the fuck!!! I'm glad they are going to wait until the morning to continue

Okay I was not expecting Needlepaw to show up this girl is chaotic I love her

ACTUALLY YEAH WHY DIDNT THEY TELL THE OTHER CLANS ABOUT THIS SINCE THE PROPHECY IS ABOUT ALL THE CLANS???

Needlepaw is like Rono from Bambi 2 if he wasnt a mean bully and thats very epic

Very curious character though, how come her mentor isnt teaching her the warrior code properly? Is that an issue with all apprentices?? Is the clan overwhelmed by 12 year olds and they won?

Having lots of fun trying to play the game "what animal are they describing this time" the erins made here, im glad they're in a farm. Worried about Sandstorm though :c

Fuck im worried about sandstorm a lot, her wound hurt on Me

Yeah water is good youre right sandstorm

Aw man I hope she's okay let her at least survive to meet skyclan please

NOOOOOOOO SANDSTORMA A AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sandtteooonrjrbbbmmnnnnnnnnnn

I am so sad

Alderpaw denying it, Starclan shining upon their vigil, everything crushed me i cried

Alderpaw considers Nihilism

Haven't seen a cat thank starclan for prey in a while its

Oh look they time skipped a journey! They don't tend to do that thats nice

I'm so excited to be meeting The Skyclan that everyone in the fandom knows now

So far they seem kinda mean but thats most clans at first glance really

Okay somethings up

I uh have heard of Darktail pretty sure he's a bad guy so yeah something really bad happened to Skyclan

Am worried

Darktail sounds like an evil himbo* i may be enjoying him actually

*himbos are usually nice by default so he's just evil and stupid and strong

Does needletail know these cats already?????

Shit

Oh okay fuck

I've been quietly reading the rest because I am just concerned and I want them to be okay as quickly as possible

Waterfalls are a classic nice

Oh boy time for our unlikely duo of Alderpaw and Needlepaw to get out of a Mess!

I did not expect this to end up with the two of them journeying into parenthood, but I'm happy it did

Well actually I'm very unhappy theyre so lost and there's no sign of Skyclan I am very worried for everyone involved Sparkpaw must be feeling awful!

Twigkit is a great name

Yeah this ended terribly

Overall! Frigging loved it this book was GOOD and a great start for the series I am very excited to read the rest, SO WORRIED ABOUT SKYCLAN THO AAAA the characterizations were great the characters were great the pacing was fun and I didn't get bored once!

I think o only wish I had read this sooner really so I could look up others thoughts without getting heavily spoiled about the last books, I can watch a few videos already though thats a start ahhaha. But yeah it was great and it felt very good to read, haven't swallowed up a book so quickly in a very long time!!! Very happy I finally got my hands on this 💕💖💕💖💕💖 cant wait 2 start the next one

If you read all this, hope you had fun hahaha, ill be making more of these cus theyre fun and I like talking about warrior cats thats just my thing

Til next time

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thesirenserenity · 6 years

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Fandom: Voltron

Pairing: Klance!

Summary: Keith is stuck at the ballroom dance social at Shiro's studio. Lance, a dance teacher there, is determined to get him on the dance floor. Keith, who is a hip-hop teacher and competition dancer, rises to the challenge and shows off for Lance. Awkward confessions and sudden kisses follow! A fluffy one-shot dance au, featuring Keith shaking his ass, a flustered Lance, mutual pining, and flirting.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @kimchee2222!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope you love your present!! It was so fun to write dancing again! Thank you for making the request and causing plot bunnies to flow.

A huge thank you to @thisismyfangirlface for Beta-ing for me! You always catch my awkward things and fix them!!

Check it out on ao3. Dance video links at the end.

Keith glared at his book, his hair flopping down into his face with his huff. Though, to be fair, it wasn’t the book’s fault that he was stuck at Shiro’s ballroom dance studio, surrounded by tons of flamboyantly loud people and the overwhelmingly loud music that switched between genres. It honestly gave him whiplash to have his foot tapping to Latin music, then to a pop song, then to a soft waltz, then to swing music. He sunk further into the couch, wishing he wore his maroon hoodie so he could flip his hood up and nope away from all of this. But alas, he was still in his dance class attire: ripped black, stretchy skinny jeans, his worn black high tops, a black v-neck, and a red-checkered flannel. He was horribly out-dressed by all the instructors and students in dress pants or flowy skirts. He didn’t understand how people could dance in nice clothes, but he was just glad he didn’t wear sweatpants or anything embarrassing like that.

Because Keith’s bike was in the shop, Shiro had offered him a ride home from his Urban dance studio down the road. But the ride home had come with a stop at Altea Ballroom Dance Studio, where Shiro worked that evening, and now he was stuck here until Shiro was done.

From what he understood, Shiro had a lesson and then there was a dance social? He wasn’t sure what that meant, but he had a feeling it was along the lines of a ‘lots of people get together and ballroom dance’ type of thing. Shiro had also said that there would be food, and from the fragrant smells in the air, it was Mexican food. Maybe the theme was Latin night?

He tried to get sucked back into his book, but the loud noises of people filing into the studio was very distracting. He wanted to smack himself for forgetting his headphones on the kitchen counter, but honestly, the music probably would have been too loud for the little headphones to drown out. Note to Keith: buy better headphones when his first paycheck on his new raise comes in.

“Keith!”

His head snapped up as a small figure came barreling at him and rammed into him, making him lose his balance and topple over sideways on the couch.

He yelped in surprise and looked down to see his arms full of his little gremlin of a best friend. “Hello Pidgey,” he sighed.

Pidge pulled back from the tackle hug and grinned up at him. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight! Did Shiro finally convince you to come to a Social?”

Keith raised a snarky eyebrow, “Do you really think I would willingly come to anything dubbed ‘social?’”

Pidge rolled her eyes. “Yea, yea, you antisocial little fuck. Then how did he manage to drag you here?”

“Necessity. My class got out right before this and my bike is still in the shop, so Shiro picked me up.”

“Aww, big bro loves you!”

“Shut up, small bean,” Keith sassed, mimicking Matt’s nickname for Pidge.

Her eyes flashed dangerously, “Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t tease me,” he smirked.

“Fair.”

She stood up from their awkward tangle on the couch and Keith got a good look at her. He let out a low whistle, “Damn, Pidge, you clean up nice.”

Pidge nervously brushed the wrinkles from her olive green jumpsuit. The fabric hugged her legs down to her black keds, and the collared top was sleeveless. It was a far cry different from her usual cargo shorts and oversized sweatshirt.

“Thanks, you don’t think it’s too much?”

He shook his head and grinned, “It looks good! A lot better for you than Allura’s swishy dresses.”

She huffed, “Allura did manage to get some mascara on me, though.”

Keith chuckled, imagining Shiro’s girlfriend, and the co-owner of the studio, pinning down a squirming Pidge to get mascara on her. “I would have killed to see that.”

She turned her head to the side, mumbling, “Matt was dying of laughter.”

He laughed harder at that, “Damn, I bet. Though, honestly, I didn’t notice a difference. You just look like you actually slept last night.”

“Thank god,” Pidge grinned. “I thought I looked weird.”

“I mean,” Keith smirked, “you actually sleeping is weird.”

Pidge flipped him off, “For that, you have to save a dance for me tonight.” She turned, leaving before he could protest.

He still yelled after her retreating back, “Nope! Not dancing tonight!”

She ignored him, walking through the open door that lead to the giant dance floor. Looking through the glass walls, he saw that the floor was filling and the social was now in full swing.

He sighed in defeat and pulled his book back up to his face.

Pidge’s brother and Shiro’s best friend, Matt, did the bookkeeping for Altea Ballroom Dance Studio, and so Pidge got discounts on lessons. While it was a far different hobby from her robotics and computer programing (read: hacking), Keith still knew that Pidge loved the thrill of dancing. She occasionally did some hip-hop classes with him, but she loved how fast ballroom dancing allowed her to switch between genres. It kept her active mind engaged and she memorized the dance sequences as fast as she did binary code.

“Keith!” a familiar voice shouted, snapping his attention from his book once again.

He grinned at the familiar man coming towards him and stood, extending his hand. “Hi Hunk- oof!” Hunk snatched the outstretched hand and had surprised him with one-armed hug.

They pulled back and Keith couldn’t help but smile. Hunk’s cheerfulness was contagious, even if Keith had only hung out with him a few times. He was a friend of Pidge’s from her university and best friends with one of the instructors here.

“Hi man! I haven’t seen you since Shiro’s birthday get-together! How are you?”

Keith rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. Pidge had invited him to hang out with their crew a few times, but Keith had been busy recently with the new classes he was teaching and choreographing for. “I’ve been good, just busy. I got a bit of a promotion at work.”

Hunk clapped him on the back, “Congrats man! That’s such good news! Are you going to dance tonight? I know it’s not much of your style, but tonight is Latin night, which is always fun!”

Keith shrugged, “I mean, it wasn’t my intention and I’m kinda just waiting for Shiro to be done because my bikes in the shop. But Pidge seemed pretty insistent that I dance with her at some point.”

“You so should! I’m sure she would love that. I’ve got to go find Lance, but we should hang out more! We always have a blast with you! Pidge loves having her crew together, and Lance always has fun. Mario Kart last time was a riot!”

Keith recalled the party at their house, where the four of the ‘kids,’ as Matt called Pidge’s trio and Keith, had played Mario Kart for ages. And how he and Lance had almost ended up brawling on the floor over a silly competition.

“Yea, it was… fun. We should do it again soon.”

Hunk turned, waving, and Keith flopped back down on the couch, picking his book up for the upteenth time. Good lord, he just wanted to read and avoid ballroom dancing as much as possible.

Was that too much to ask?

Apparently so, because he hadn’t even finished the page before matte black dance shoes, like the sixteen pairs Shiro has lying around the house, appeared in his view.

Keith sighed and followed the long legs up to a smirking face with gorgeous blue eyes. Not that Keith would ever admit that out loud.

He raised an eyebrow at the dance instructor, “Hello Lance.”

Lance grinned and popped out a hip, placing his hand on it. “Hello, Mullet. I didn’t think you were coming to say hi to me.”

Keith lifted up his book a little and plopped it back down in his lap. “I’m just reading here.”

“Nope!” Lance said, grabbing onto Keith’s wrist and yanking him to his feet. Keith stumbled, trying not to smack into the taller man and snatched his wrist away. Which Lance just grabbed onto again. “Shiro has been trying to get you to come to one of these for months, man. You can’t just sit there and read!”

Keith just rolled his eyes, “I’m only here because my bike is in the shop, like I told Hunk, who probably told you I was out here.”

“That he did, Mullet! And I say that you can’t just sit in a corner all night at a dance social!”

“I don’t know how to ballroom dance, nor do I intend to socialize,” Keith deadpanned.

“You’ve said hi to people, which is socializing, and I’ll teach you how to ballroom dance. It’s kinda my job.”

Keith pulled on his kidnapped wrist, “I really don’t need to learn and don’t want to be the new person on the dance floor.”

Lance didn’t let go of his wrist, “You aren’t the only new person!”

“But…”

Lance cut him off, leaning into his space, his eyes glinting with a challenge. “You scared, Keithy-boy?”

Fire rose in Keith, the familiar determination from when he hit the stage or stood in front of his class. “I’m never scared.”

“Then let’s go!” Lance surprised him by yanking him toward the door, his book forgotten on the couch.

Keith didn’t have a chance to pull back or adjust before he was swept onto the side of the dance floor, Lance spinning him around and catching him. He did everything not to stumble and looked up to see Lance’s smirking gaze inches from him, his hands burning on Keith’s back.

“Come on, pretty boy, I’ll teach you.”

Keith blinked in shock, flustered at the nickname and the close proximity. He could feel the flush creeping over his face, grateful for the dark room and flashing lights.

Lance didn’t pull away, but rather grabbed both Keith’s hands in his and pushed toward him. “Follow my feet.”

Keith looked down, recognizing the step as a Salsa, from his years of watching Shiro. While he knew what to do, he had never necessarily tried it with someone before. Though he may have been guilty of throwing similar footwork into some of his choreography.

Lance was counting for him, their linked hands still flowing with the rhythm. “Good, you picked that up fast. Feel the beat and don’t be afraid to put some hip into it.”

Keith’s eyes snapped to Lance’s rotating hips and the room got hotter.

“It makes it easier for you to flow with the rhythm,” and Lance’s hands were on his hips, guiding them how to move.

His breath hitched in his throat. Lance was pulling him closer and he couldn’t handle it.

Sure, Lance was attractive and charming, but Keith didn’t usually go for the loud and flirty type. When they first met, Lance had worked really hard to make Keith feel welcome in their group by egging him on into competitions and flirting with him, and Keith couldn’t help but notice his smooth, tanned skin, mile-long legs, and teasing grin. He still can’t help but notice.

So yeah, Keith didn’t usually go for the loud flirty type, but with Lance crooning instructions next to his ear, his hands burning into Keith’s hips, his gay ass couldn’t help but sit up and stand at attention.

A drawn out “gaaaaayyyyyy,” ripped Keith from his reverie and his head snapped towards Pidge, who was spinning by with Shiro.

“Shut up, gremlin,” he snapped back.

Lance chuckled, “Don’t worry about her, she is really happy you’re here.”

Keith was really blushing now and flopped his head forward onto Lance’s shoulder. “I know snark is her love language and all, but still.”

He could feel Lance’s body shaking as he laughed. “Come on, Mullet. Stop hiding in my shoulder and let me teach you how to dance, so you can shut her up with how amazing you are.”

Keith pulled back an eyebrow raised, his embarrassment fading with the challenge. “You do know that I dance, right?”

Lance pushed Keith back into the simple salsa step and guided him into a spin. Keith flowed with it and met Lance’s competitive glance when he pulled their bodies close and folded an arm around his back. Keith got caught up in the ballroom hold, his hand tightening around Lance’s fingers.

“Well, pretty boy, so I’ve been told. Though, for someone supposedly so good at dancing, you sure seem reluctant to get on the dance floor. So naturally,” a smirk graced his lips and he leaned his face towards Keith’s, “I’ve come to question your supposed dancing skills.”

Keith’s eyes squinted and he met Lance’s swinging hips with his own, noting a hitch in the man’s breath with satisfaction. “You should know enough about me to know that I rise to any challenge,” the innuendo heavy in his voice. A smirk spread across his lips when Lance’s eyes widened.

He really listened to the music then, his senses taking in the beat. Even though it wasn’t his typical genre, these fun pop-ish Latin tunes followed the same predictable form. The familiar bubble of determination and impulsivity that had given him the courage to throw himself on stage was rising in him. His senses tuned in, his natural musicality kicking in. He could turn any song into a dance, easily.

“Then let’s see it, Keithy-boy.”

Keith smirked, ready for the challenge and took a couple steps back. He tuned into bouncy Latin beat, taking a second to feel the rhythm coursing through his veins and caught the tag of the song.

The bass dropped out just as he started moving, the solo counter melody playing under the Spanish lyrics. He latched onto the repeating rhythm, feeling the slow-quick-quick.

Y dónde está mi gente?

Keith took a step towards Lance and out, scooping his arms and pushing them to his left with a slide, popping his fingers down and up on the quick beats. Then he pushed back on the next beat, waving his arms and scooping his right foot, the flow contrasting his previous snappy beats.

(Mais il faut bouger la tête)

Planting again, he scooped his arms up and over and then brought them together on his right hip. He popped his elbow up, keeping his arms at an angle, and ran a wave along them. His lower body followed the wave, his right foot popping on the beat.

Y dónde está mi gente?

Snapping his head to look to the left, he pushed his right hand through his left, and rolled his hands down, leaning with it. He popped up on the next beat, looking up to see if Lance was still watching. He grinned when he saw the man’s shocked eyes were on him and continued.

Say yeah, yeah, yeah

He pushed down and pulled back on his next step forward, his left foot popping up behind him. Then he stepped back, his weight falling on the left foot, and jumped back twice.

1, 2, 3, leggo'

He scooped his right leg on the first beat, planting his foot on the ground. On the second beat he posed, pointing and shifting right. On the third beat, he pushed forward, pointing at Lance, a smirk and challenge on his face. Then he prepped on his left foot and kicked his right leg up. Landing on it, he body rolled through popping his hips back with a sexy snap and noting a shift in Lance’s expression. A good shift.

The bass kicked in as he shifted away. He caught the drum hits in the music, pointing with each hand, and then hit the two triangle dings with his right. He stepped forward and back, his body rolling and hip popping with each step, matching the Latin flair in the music. He pressed his right foot out on the next beat, his hands crossing down, and popped back immediately after, his arms up and feet together. Then, he pushed down, his body collapsing, and popped back up, his legs apart and arms ready. He caught the groves in the music, hips rolling to the right as he leaned, exaggerating the movement for his audience.

On the next beat, he snapped back to the left, transferring his weight and pushing his arms out. His right foot stepped forward, his left stepping behind, his hands snatching up the bottom of his shirt, flicking it up to expose a strip of skin and back down with his head movement on each step. Catching the next groove, he poured a hip pop into his leg twist, bringing his hands up his body as he repeated it. Then, he jumped onto his right foot, his left popping up and arms passing a wave down to his fingers. He repeated on the other side, and then did it a third time, hitting a hitch half way through, and finished with a fast headshake. Then, he threw his arms in, releasing and stepping on his left foot.

Recalling some of the fast Latin footwork he had seen Shiro do before and aiming to impress the dance teacher watching, he crossed his feet, twisting on his right heel and releasing his left foot out, his hands pulling across his body, like a samba. His left foot swung forward and crossed over his right leg, his right hand mimicking pulling it up. Then he stepped forward, his right foot sliding up under his left foot in a small kick, and then he pushed back, his arms thrown up in the air. He looked up at Lance for a moment, giving him an “I told you so” look and was rewarded with wide eyes and a visible blush.

He flowed backwards, planted to the side, and then contracted his abs, crossing his arms in front of his body and releasing. His arms flowed down as he bodyrolled, keeping sultry eye contact with the boy who challenged him, taking two small steps forward. Jumping his feet out, he popped right, then left, pulled it back in a small body roll, and then threw his arms over his shoulder.

Keith stepped on his left foot, then his right, his hand pulling along with him, and then sent an isolated body wave up through his body from his feet, his hands mimicking and stopping in front of his chest. Following the drum beats in the music, he quickly placed his right hand on his right shoulder, then his left on his left, used his right hand to grab his chin, tilt his head, shift his upper body to the right, grab in the air, and then drop into his legs on the last beat.

He froze as the words kicked back in, hearing some cheering at him and looked up, seeing that he had gathered a bit of a crowd. Sending a smirking glance at Lance, he stepped and wiggled his hips to each side and then double to the left. Pivoting forward onto his right foot, he swung his arms forward and then twisted the momentum back and repeated on the other side, his body rolling with the motion, a move he stole from Allura’s zumba. On each of the next drum beats, he hit a harsh pose, his body flowing and freezing with the music.

On the last one, he threw his body out, rolling through each limb. The next beat had him collapsing on himself, his right arm in a fist to the ground, his left crossed over, and head down. He froze for a second, and then rolled his head up, holding eye contact with Lance. Following the movement up, he stepped on each foot, mimicking the hip swing of Latin steps, and then pushed his left foot backwards, leaning forward on his right and extending his arms slowly in a wave.

He snapped it in, kicking his feet out quickly on each “yeah.” Getting to the end of a phrase, he jumped on each number in the music, pumping his arms, and then ended with a sharp spin.

The music continued to pound around him and he swept his arms into a bow, grinning up at the crowd of people encircling him. He could see the shocked look on Lance’s face and crossed his arms over his chest, smirking. Keith felt pride that he could pull that flustered, blushy expression out of a hot man. Especially a hot man who danced and knew all the nuances of the Latin music that Keith had turned into his own bastardized version of hip-hop. He took a step toward Lance, ready to tease him.

Then, the music cut off and a very familiar melody started to play.

Yeah baby, I like it like that,

“Come on Keith,” Shiro’s voice yelled across the room, “stop freestyling and show them what you really can do!”

Keith threw his head back and laughed. Of course Shiro would put on the song that he had most recently choreographed.

You gotta believe me when I tell you, I said I like it like that

Well, it did show off his dancing and it had a Latin flair. Keith grinned at Lance, raising an eyebrow in his direction. He figured that the man could handle some more teasing and was determined to impress.

His hips started moving with the beat, his eyes falling closed as he prepped himself to show off.

You gotta believe me when I tell you, I said I like it like

Now I like dollars, I like diamonds, I like stunting, I like shining

He started slowly, taking a step toward Lance on each beat, his hips rolling with the movement. His right fingers rubbed together, mimicking money on “dollars,” and continued upwards, a sultry look on his face. On the next two steps, he continued the walk forward, changing his sultry hip rolls to isolated pops, his arm flowing back down over his body.

I like million dollar deals, where's my pen? Bitch I'm signin'

The walk flowed into a jump, his right leg kicking and body popping, smacking at his left hand twice. His legs jumped out, planting, and he threw his weight to the right, hitting the mark. Then his right hand swooped out and he popped his upper body to the left, flowing it into two steps that way, his right hand in front of him and allowed his body to roll, his eyes on the man in front of him.

I like those Balenciagas, the ones that look like socks

On the beat of the words, he pumped his arms by his hips, and then flowed into a slow body roll, his right leg flowing out with his right arm. The next hard beat had him pushing his ass the opposite direction, his body snapping together to follow it, and then popped his knees out on the following drum hits. His left leg kicked up on “socks” and he froze, motioning toward his feet and flicking his hands twice.

I like going to the jeweler, I put rocks all in my watch

Setting his foot down on the next beat, he body rolled up from his foot twice, his arms flowing up his body. He stepped out of it with his right foot, popped his knee out, pushed his arms the opposite way, and then stepped his left foot back, his right coming to cross over it, his hands flowing in front of his body to gesture to his wrist.

I like texts from my exes when they want a second chance

He hit the beat by bringing his arms toward his hip pop and began to step back on each beat, his arms hitting behind him and crossing in front of him. Following the rhythm, he stepped to the side and threw his arms out and back in quickly. Rolling down next, he stepped his foot out into a brief squat and shaking his hips to each side.

I like proving niggas wrong, I do what they say I can't

Then he went sexy, straightening up and swinging his hips to each side, his hands caressing down his chest and gaze directly at Lance. Keith grinned when Lance visibly swallowed. He spun backwards, breaking the eye contact, and then threw his arms up, hitting the beat by crossing them over his chest, stepping forward and leaning down.

They call me Cardi Bardi, banging body

He straightened up and punched toward his left hip, popping it on the beat, and followed that with a hip thrust. Swooping his left arm up, he leaned back on his left leg and clapped his hands together, twisting his hips.

Spicy mami, hot tamale

Following gravity, his right leg hit the floor, hips still twisting, and pumped his arm to the right twice. Stepping out of it to his right, he pulled his body up and gave a cute shake of his ass with tiny valley girl arms and a large grin.

Hotter than a Somali, fur coat, Ferrari

He then took four stiff steps forward, his right arm following the movement, and planted, hips thrusting upward twice to meet his hands. Stepping in, he snaked his arms together and turned to face the left, his arm swooping with the motion.

Hop out the stu', jump in the coupe (the coupe), they trippin' on top of the roof

Following the smooth motion, he stepped backwards once and then faced Lance again, his arms circling with his knees. He jumped and crossed his legs and unwound backwards, and then countered back the same way, his arms following the flowing movements. His feet came together as he planted, facing left again.

Flexing on bitches as hard as I can, eating halal, driving the Lam'

He then stepped out, his right arm coming up high to meet his left, and then flowing down his body, which rolled with the motion twice. He stepped together again and mimicked eating, and then stepped across, bobbing with his right arm out, pretending to drive.

Told that bitch I'm sorry though, 'bout my coins like Mario (Mario)

He continued the walk to the right and grooving with the beat, throwing his hand down and twisting on “though.” He continued to walk backwards, and then swooped his right leg back and turned, jumping.

Yeah they call me Cardi B, I run this shit like cardio

Taking quick steps forward, he swooped his arms forward together, and then did quick footwork, his chest popping out with his hands. Crossing his right foot over his left, he turned quickly, and then mimicked a slow run on “cardio,” his body rolling with each step.

Oh, damn, Diamond district in the jag (I said I like it like that)

As the bass dropped, his left leg stepped forward twice, his hips hitting each beat and arms popping. He slid around to face the other way, and then threw in a Cha-cha step, his hips snapping in the right way and arms following the familiar movement he observed from Shiro. He heard Lance’s squeak over the music and knew that he had done this successfully and impressed, and maybe even turned on, someone who did these steps for a living.

Certified, know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like–)

He repeated this idea, stepping forward with his right foot twice, and then hit each “gang” with an isolated chest pop.

Drop the top and blow the brains (I said I like it like that)

He stepped through this movement, dragging his foot behind him and dramatically throwing his head back, hitting the last pop of his choreographed content. The crowd’s cheering drew him out of his solo dance for Lance, causing him to realize that the whole studio was watching him.

He allowed his body to flow into his traditional ‘show-off’ tricks. Body-rolling back, he dipped low and placed his hand on the floor. His abs tightened, pulling his legs over his head and balanced in the one-handed handstand. He shifted his weight, legs separating and spinning his body around. His other hand came down to the floor, catching the spin and bringing it down to the traditional breakdance spin.

He could hear the cheers filling the studio at his fancy move. It egged him on, preening under the crowd’s attention and his desire to impress. If he was going to put himself out there, then he damn well better deliver!

He broke the spin, placing a foot on the floor and kicking back up into a handstand and allowing his body to arch over his hands slowly. He took a quick glance at the space he had in front of him, making eye contact with a visibly shocked Lance. A grin spread over his face and he plotted his next move in that split second. Pushing off the floor, he let his feet it the floor and took two steps back, planted, and switched his momentum. He jumped forward into a front handspring, hit the ground, and continued into a front flip. Time seemed to slow down as he flew through the air.

Then his feet hit the ground and he drew up to his full height, about two feet from Lance, a large grin on his face.

The whole studio erupted into cheers, drowning out the rest of the music. Keith held eye contact with Lance, smirking at the amazement on his face.

Then Pidge tackled him, and he stumbled to catch her and not fall on his ass. “That was amazing, Keith! Was that your new choreo for the advanced class you are teaching?”

“Teaching?!” Lance squeaked.

“You have to teach it to me! Plus, you need to brush me up on breakdancing tricks, it’s been so long!” Pidge continued.

Hunk barreled into them, lifting both him and Pidge into a hug. “That was so great Keith! You’re such a good dancer!”

Keith awkwardly patted his arm, trying to breathe. “Thanks man, glad you enjoyed it.”

Pidge’s muffled voice emerged from the middle. “Can’t breathe, Hunk!”

“Ope, sorry Pidge!” and both of them were back on the ground.

Keith glanced at Lance, who was still frozen in shock, before Allura was squeezing him into a hug. “It was so lovely to see you dance again, Keith! You really have improved since the last competition I went to watch with Shiro, and your choreography was amazing!”

“Competition?!” Lance squeaked again.

Shiro reached over his girlfriend and ruffled Keith’s already messy hair. “Fantastic job, Keith!”

He smiled up at his brother, “Thanks guys, glad you enjoyed it.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Lance finally unfroze and barreled into the group. “Hold the phone. You compete? Teach? What studio?”

Shiro answered before Keith could. “He has been competing with the Blade of Marmora for a couple years, as well as teaching beginning and intermediate classes. He just got promoted to teaching their advanced classes last week.”

“The Blade of Marmora? Aren’t they the like the top Urban dance group in the state?” Lance asked, his voice rising.

Keith shrugged, “I mean, we’ve won our past few competitions, so I guess?”

“Cool, cool, cool.”

Keith tried to hide his smirk at how flustered Lance was. The rest of the group began to trickle away as a new song came on.

But Keith just took a step toward Lance, getting into his space again. “I told you I can dance.”

Lance waved a hand at him and sputtered. Keith internally chuckled; he liked that he could make a cute boy flustered.

A very cute, nice boy, who had purposefully egged him on to get him on the dance floor and loosen up. A very sweet boy, who was best friends with all his friends, who Shiro and Allura loved. A sexy, Cuban boy, who could move his hips like no other and had no hesitation to get close to him.

Keith smiled softly and held a hand out to Lance. “Teach me more ballroom?”

This seemed to help Lance snap back into his confident air, as he grabbed Keith’s hand and pulled him in close. They fell into an easy salsa step, getting wrapped up into the music.

Just when Lance seemed to be comfortable enough, Keith internally smirked and leaned in to his ear. “So, I take it you liked my dancing, then?”

Lance groaned and flopped his head onto Keith’s shoulder. “I’m not even going to pretend that I didn’t think that was the hottest thing ever. I was not expecting you to be literally the best hip-hop dancer I’ve ever seen.”

Keith laughed out loud and took his hand from Lance’s shoulder to set it on his hair comfortingly. “Good to know that you find my dancing hot.”

Lance’s head jerked up and he glared down at Keith. “Don’t you tease me, I just bared my soul to you!”

Keith grinned up at him, letting their next step move him closer to lance. He slotted their bodies together, just as Lance did earlier. “I’m not teasing,” Keith said genuinely. “It’s good to know I’m not the only one who feels the chemistry here.”

“Oh god,” Lance stammered. “Do you always go straight for the jugular? Is this what dating you will be like?”

“Dating?!” It was Keith’s turn to be surprised and flustered.

Lance pulled away, keeping a firm grip on his hand, and dragged him out of the studio and out the back door into the clear night air.

He dropped Keith’s hand and looked up at the sky, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt out that. My mouth runs without thinking sometimes.”

Keith took a deep breath and stepped in front of him. “Dating?” He repeated, quieter.

“I…” Lance took a deep breath and squinted his eyes shut. “I think you’re super attractive and funny and like spending time with you and was thinking about asking you out,” he blurted out.

Keith’s mouth dropped open and he stared at Lance.

“I mean, I know we’ve only hung out a couple times,” he continued, rambling, “but I really like you?” Lance’s blue eyes turned down to him, a hesitant smile on his face.

Keith was blown away by how genuine Lance’s expression was. He was putting himself completely out there, baring his soul to him under the twinkling stars.

“Keith? Buddy?” Lance’s face grew worried. “A response would be nice, ya know, even if it is a re- oomf!”

Keith snatched the front of his shirt and crashed their lips together. He felt Lance freeze in shock, and then melt, his hands coming up to tangle into his hair and slot their lips together better. Keith’s grip relaxed and rested on Lance’s chest, his other hand coming up to encase his cheek.

They pulled apart after a moment and Keith wound an arm around Lance’s waist, his thumb brushing against his cheek. “Does that answer your question?” He asked, tenderly, smiling up at him.

Lance leaned forward and brushed their noses together, a sparkle in his eyes. “Holy shit, yes.” He sighed and leaned his forehead against Keith’s, “I was not expecting that response.”

Keith chuckled softly, his breath still mingling with Lance’s. “What were you expecting, then?”

“I don’t know, I was kind of bracing for a rejection. You’re like super hot and I know I’m annoying.”

Keith ran his hand into Lance’s hair, his thumb brushing along his cheekbone. “Oh, you’re a total asshole. But If we are dating, then you’re my asshole and I am one-hundred percent down for being annoyed by you every day.”

Lance’s grin was almost blinding, his eyes dancing brightly. “Can I get a repeat of your answer again?”

Keith laughed and leaned in, pulling Lance down to press his lips against his in a chaste kiss. “Of course, dork, you don’t need to ask.”

Lance wound an arm around Keith’s waist and pulled him against his body. “Good, because I am going to romance the shit outta you!”

Keith found that it was hard to kiss when you couldn’t stop smiling.

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