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Children

Title: Children

Ship: Keith Kogane/Lance McClain

Summary: Keith and Lance are children with the weight of the world on their shoulders. At only 16 and 17 years old these children were made Paladins of Voltron, Blades of Marmora, Saviors of the Universe. Those weren’t titles meant for children.

Word Count:6.1k

Requested By: n/a

Warnings/Tags: Angst, Fluff, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Pining Lance, Lance is a mess, Insecure lance, Galra Keith, Keith is bad at feelings, Keith is a mess, Blade of Marmora Keith, Blade of Marmora, Naxzela, pining keith.

Author’s Note: listen, i know i never write anymore. But, shit happens you know?

I’m taking requests and commissions again though so hopefully that will change, i have menus posted on my linktree. You can Instagram message me ( @greyfixx ) or email me ([email protected]) and i’d be happy to write your stories. Thanks guys!

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Lance wanders the castleship often now. He spends much more time walking around aimlessly than doing anything productive that’s for sure. Hunk and Pidge seemed as though they were always making some revolutionary advances. Always inventing something or tweaking something. Lance could never keep up.

Allura seems as though she always has some diplomatic stuff to tend to with Shiro. If you asked Lance, he’d tell you that’s just an excuse so they can do whatever they do when they're alone. Plus, hanging out with Shiro is like, well it is, hanging out with your commanding officer. It’s hard for me to be comfortable. He would hang out with Coran sometimes, helping with some of the castle maintenance. It almost reminded him of being back home doing the chores. He never thought chores would be something he missed.

Still, when the lonely day was done, he had to return to the cold sterile room. It was so lifeless. Despite the trinkets he’d collected from his travels strewn around the room, the lived in clutter, it still didn’t feel like his room, no matter how hard he tried. Pictures weren’t as prominent in space, he’d noticed, at least not hard copies or for decoration in general. I guess they went completely digital a long time ago. So it wasn’t common for one to have photos of their family hung up around their homes. He wonders if people keep photos of their families outside of earth, or if it isn’t something people generally care about? For Lance, who’d spent his whole life surrounded by his siblings, it was so terribly lonely. Almost like living in a hospital room that never had a visitor.

So he slept in his cold white bed with his thin sheets and flat pillows. He wore his thin pajamas and the unreasonably comfy castle bathrobe. This was his new normal. His new home. He’s always been so grateful for his family, the original one, and the new ones he had created along the way. That’s what made him so sad, that he had a whole family here and he still felt alone.

It wasn’t always like this. Lance suspected that they didn’t really have enough time to worry about it as things changed. Now, between battles, there is silence. What does the silence hold for the soldiers in the war? These are the thoughts that plagued Lance as he fell asleep.. There weren’t many sweet dreams on the other side of the unconscious curtain waiting for him.

This is how he had felt since Keith had left. On the outside they seemed to be all bitter arguments, competitive bravado, and rivalry. They both knew though, that on the inside, they were closer than anyone else on the team. And that was their business. Their banter was just that, banter. It only takes a little bit of care to see the flirting smiles and friendly wrestling through the veil. When the fighting is done and it’s time for the brains behind the scenes, Keith and Lance learned to stay out of the way. They weren’t geniuses, or commanders, or Royalty. This wasn’t their job.

Each evening he spends longing for the company he wishes he had. He wishes for just one night things could be back the way they were. He wishes that if he does have to be lonely, he shouldn’t have to be the only one. . He considers it. He also considers the embarrassment of it. Calling the Blade of Marmora Headquarters to talk to his friend because he misses him? They’ll laugh and hang up. Probably give Keith shit for it, and i don’t want to mess things up for him. We’re soldiers. We’re supposed to be doing more with our time than talking to our friends on secure military lines.

He accepts his fate.

Though it may be silent between battles, for those who are much more than soldiers it was time to make a lot of noise.. Building a good public image. Recruiting to the cause. Diplomacy, gaining allies. Creating a Coalition.. Coran had them traveling to a new planet each and every day putting on shows and meeting people. Selling Voltron.

It wasn’t a big deal in the beginning. Just a script reading here and there, and Lance always loved Drama as a kid, so he was more than happy to comply. It felt like filming a cheesy TV commercial, and it was fun. Over time, as the audience got larger and larger, Coran got more intense. Their characters became perverted versions of themselves. Lance was now “Loverboy Lance.” He was nothing but a good looking airhead. There wasn’t anything more to him than his ability to get laid everywhere he goes. Because that’s all it takes to be a Paladin of Voltron, apparently.

Coran had become increasingly erratic. He’s talking differently, and twitches everywhere he goes. He’s taking dangerous risks, not only with diplomacy but with their safety.

Lance was starting to believe that that’s who he was. Maybe he is the only one who hasn’t noticed yet. He isn’t anything but who they believe he is. Loverboy. What is a loverboy without love? Just a boy. Just a boy in a play. Just a boy with the weight of the world in his universe. Just a boy. Alone. In a hospital room.

When Lance realized that the pressure of being a part of this war drove Coran to believe he needed a brain worm to do the right thing or to be good enough. Coran, the purest being on this ship, resorted to drugs to be as good as everyone else. Lance knew he was lonely too. He wanted it to stop, because though he didn’t care too much about himself, he certainly cared about his family.

So Lance grew angry. He was so angry all the time that his family was diminished into nothing but comic book characters. His best friend is depicted as nothing other than comedic flatulence. Pidge rendered a fraud who uses fake words. They aren’t recognized as the amazing scientists they truly are. They should be. Keith. He made Keith all angry and lonely. Can’t he see, that’s not who Keith is.

Keith has raw power and talent. He’s the potential to do something amazing for the world. He’s an anomaly and he is so important. There is no one more important than him.

Lance is the one filled with anger and sadness and loneliness.

Keith is hopeful.

And things keep piling on. He is lonely. He is sad. He is angry. And Hope is gone.

Laying on his gurney in his cold hospital room, in his magical alien castle, Lance picked up his space tablet and dialed the space number for the secret space soldiers.

DIAL

Lance called the Blade of Marmora’s direct communications line.

“State your Business.” Spoke a dark gravelly voice.

“I’m Lance, Blue Paladin of Voltron. I’m calling to speak to Keith Kogane? The red Paladin of Voltron?” He was shaking. This is pathetic. How could he be doing this right now, there’s no way Keith would want to talk to him. He’s probably got a bunch of new muscle-y galra friends.

“Should I provide you with his direct communications line?”

Lance froze for a moment. Why wouldn’t he be able to call Keith? Why would the Blade stop him from communicating with his Paladins? That would be ridiculous. “Um yeah, yes please, that would be great, um, yeah.” He stammered out in rapid succession.

He rattles off a bunch of numbers and symbols that Lance makes sure to write down before speaking again. “Will that be all?”

“Um yes, thank you so–”

Beep.

He hung up on me!!

Once he got over the scandal that was the rudeness of what could only be referred to as the ‘galra receptionist,’ he sat in silence for a while. He stared at the string of numbers and symbols. “Keith’s Direct Communications line.” He doesn’t really know what stopped him from getting it before.

It wasn’t long before he typed the number into his tablet.

!0070/01812/12-12! → DIAL

He hit the flashing dial button before he could talk himself out of it.. Inter-Galaxy phone calls didn’t have a dial tone like on earth. There’s a loading screen. If the person you’re calling hasn’t answered by the time the circle is filled, the signal will be canceled and the call will drop. Messages can be sent as well but it wasn’t customary to have your tablet on you at all times, as it would be with a phone on earth. It’s more like having an I-Pad instead of a phone. If you really wanted a response it was best to call.

The circle is barely filled in when the screen explodes in color. It was Keith. His brows furrowed and lips pursed for a moment, until his eyes widened and his teeth showed. He smiled. That wasn’t at all what Lance was expecting.

“Hey, Keith. It’s been a minute.” His voice wavers as he speaks.

“No shit! Is everything okay? You’ve never called before-” he started to look concerned again.

“No! No not at all…” He trailed off. He knew if he said this he would never hear the end of it, but he didn’t want to start the call on such a negative note. He went with what can be interpreted positively.. “I missed you man. It’s lonely around here when you’re gone.”

Keith laughed. When he caught Lance’s eyes and realized that he wasn’t smiling with him, his face dropped. “You don’t mean that?”

“Of course I do. Everyone here is so much smarter and more important than me. I hang around on my own most of the time.”

“I thought I was supposed to be the lone wolf. You’re usually a social butterfly.”

“Everyone’s so busy I don't want to bother them.”

“Well I haven't changed from my lonely ways, so you must annoy me like the butterfly you are.”

“...What?” Lance held back his laughter.

“Shut up.”

“The butterfly I am.” The smile seeped through and before he knew it the both of them had dissolved into hysterics.

“Shut up. I missed you too. I don’t exactly fit in here.”

Before Keith could get another ‘shut up’ out Lance teased,“Are you sure it isn’t just because you aren’t purple?”

“I’m pretty sure that was a little bit space racist.”

Lance gasped.

They talked for hours upon hours. They smiled and laughed until they felt their cheeks go raw and their abs get sore. They talked until their faces turned stoick and they had run out of good things to talk about. They talk until things get serious, and then they keep talking.

Keith tells Lance how he feels worthless because he has always been a prodigy at the things the BoM excel at. The things that Earth doesn’t hold as honor the way the Galra do. Now, he’s nothing special.

Lance tells Keith how he feels like he’s been deluding himself into thinking he belongs. He tells him how he doesn’t believe he’s a true Paladin, and that he’s probably just a placeholder for him or Allura. That the persona that the public has for him as ‘Loverboy’ is so entirely impossible because the only person he loves is so far away that he can’t even tell him that every day.

They talk about how lonely they are. And they promise each other that though things can never be perfect, they will always keep each other company.

However, as many hours as they wish they could spend together, everything comes to an end. Keith has private training early in the mornings and the Castleship will be landing in a different timezone. So for Lance, first thing in the morning is about 4 in the afternoon (If you think about earth time, measurements are fine and dandy in altean, but dates are hell.) and he has to go straight to a diplomatic dinner party.

They say their goodbyes, and part with smiles on their faces.

When Lance turns over on his bed, his pillow is wet until the morning. Or 4 O’Clock in the alien planet’s evening He wakes up sore from his hiccupping breaths and dry from the salt on his skin.

Keith on the other hand forces himself to fall asleep immediately. When he wakes up he throws himself into training. He doesn’t apologize to himself or anyone else for the extra bruises he cost that morning. Anyone who spoke to him was met with a scathing comment about their mother. Most stood clear of him that day.

That night was too good to be true.

They spend months in this circle of suffering. Each day they would spend in anticipation of the joy they would feel when they saw each other. By the time they are able to get on the phone, they can’t stop smiling.

The joy lasts for a while. For a few hours. But every night the call has to end. Every night they have to say goodbye again. Every night they come crashing down from their high. They are hit with the weight of the various crises and the pressure only increases with the added emotions. At the end of the call, they have to say goodbye. Every night.

And I can't even say I Love You.

For Lance, the worst part is that no one noticed. He spent his days finally in a better mood, and his friends weren’t phased. It was such a dramatic change, how could a friend not notice the smiles that had grown so scarce. How could they not notice the bags under his eyes were gone, and he was no longer covered in bruises from his early morning training bot sessions. He felt so much better yet to his friends it was as though nothing had changed. Or they didn’t care to notice.

The Blade of Marmora was absolutely baffled by Keith’s change. Though Keith was much better at hiding it, he had learned in his months spent with the Blade that Galra rely on their sense of smell for this kind of thing much more than they would rely on their interpretation of body language. Pheromones change and there is nothing you can do about it. The Galra use it to communicate, though generally in passing the smell is like hearing the hum of conversation in a large crowd.

He didn't notice it at first. He thought he was imagining the stares he could feel grazing the back of his neck. It took one of the other people in his training group giving him shit to realize it.

“You need to learn how to keep your scent under control..”

“... What?”

“You’re scent. We can all tell you’re excited or anticipating, or whatever, you don’t need to broadcast it, have a little control.”

“What do you mean by my scent? You’re sniffing me??”

“Dude what?”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Ha ha very funny. Just keep it to yourself man.””

“Seriously, I have no clue what you’re talking about. I’m a little bit concerned because on earth we don’t exactly make a habit of smelling each other.””

“Earth?”

“Yeah? Haven’t you noticed I'm not exactly purple?”

“I mean, yeah, but I didn't realize you were from the middle of nowhere. I’ve never even heard of that country.”

“It’s a planet.”

Keith could tell that he is holding back his laughter now.

“The Empire hasn’t gotten as far as my planet yet, so I didn't know I was part galra until very recently.

“I don’t know if i’m the person to explain it to you, i don’t have the greatest understanding of it myself either.”

“Just tell me before someone else does.”

“I think it’s like pheromones? We can smell the hormones and the smell changes with your emotions.”

Keith sighed, before stalking back off to his room. This was the first time he contacted Lance during the day.

Keith: I just found out galra can sense pheromones.

Lance: You wut?

Keith: Apparently depending on our emotions we smell different.

Lance: Can you? Smell emotions?

Keith: I never thought about it. I definitely smell a lot more than humans can. One of the Blades told me that most galra learn to control it. Maybe humans don’t emit strong enough pheromones for me to smell.

Lance: Is it like, rude to have emotions?

Keith: I wouldn’t be surprised. Galra never seemed like a race of emotionally sensitive people.

There were invisible boundaries. To keep them from having too much hope, too much happiness. At first the boundary was just speaking to each other in general, because of course they couldn’t be happy together if they weren’t together.

Lance, evidently, broke that one. Keith wished it were never there in the first place.

Keith was the one to break the next boundary and Lance was overjoyed. He kept his tablet on him at all times, though he was careful not to let anyone see. He wanted to keep this to himself. Just for now.

Each time he got a message from Keith, he had to force himself to not smile. It was becoming a problem. At least for a while.

Soon, not only were the nights terrible, but the days became just as painful. The light drains out of the both of them as they no longer spend their days in excitement to speak to each other but in increasing agony over their distance. Their feelings for eachother grow larger and stronger. So strong that every moment they aren’t allowed to feel it hurts more.

They lose the time to talk. The war is becoming back to back battles once again. Manpower is needed more than ever so not only is Voltron busy, but so is the Blade. The Coalition is a lot, but there is only so much. It’s difficult to organize universe wide diplomatic meetings, even for Allura.

The lows that follow leaving each other bleed into the days when no time can be found to speak. They bleed into the days where all that can be spoken of us ugly. The days of war. Of death. Of sacrifice. The days where the fight for freedom goes on and the soldiers grow weary.

Still the same problems prevailed. Lance’s turmoil continued to go unnoticed. He continued to be invisible in his own home amongst his own family.

Keith longed for his family. For Lance. He wished he could be with them. He wished so hard that it was very apparent to anyone who had a sense of smell worth their salt knew. He was now considered a flight risk. This he scoffed at. As if I’d leave all of you to die just to go home. That’s the catch. His love for his family and his refusal to allow lives to be lost to an empire as vial as Zarkons. He won’t abandon the war, not even for his own happiness.

Then the day comes. There is a planet called Naxzela. It’s primarily a military outpost for the empire. If the Coalition is able to take and free Naxzela from Empire control, they will have gained control of a third of the Galran Empire.

The entire Coalition is gathered, doing their best to stop the Empire, around a planet called Naxzela. They fight with everything they have. Every second, someone dies. Every second a ship falls from the sky, not only on their side, but on the Coalition's side as well.

Voltron is on that planet. Keith’s family is on that planet. Lance is on that planet. Keith fights harder. Another ship drops from the sky. Another. Another. Another. Another.

Voltron returns. Alive. That’s the good news though, an when it comes to war, it never outweighs the bad. They come back with information. They say the planet had been habitable only because of Altean terraforming technology. Haggar had tapped into this technology and turned the planet into a bomb. The battleship is the detonator. Both the planet and the ship are protected by shields.

The whole Coalition opens fire.

Not a scratch.

“Maybe not with our weapons.”

Keith takes off, dodging the lasers he soars directly towards the battleship. If our weapons can’t take down the shields, we need something more. The full force of a Blade of Marmora fighter ship just might work.

If i don’t succeed we will all die. At least this way only one of us is gone. At least this way the pain will go away.

He didn’t close his eyes as he approached his death. He wasn’t afraid. He knew this was the right thing to do. He chose this, he would not shy away from it. So he looked right at the thin purple glow that would be the end of him. He stared and confronted his death. The veil blinked out of existence.

He jerked the ship away and went sailing just by the edge of the ship. He had stopped listening to the commotion on his audio comm. It was time to tune back in.

Lotor.

Lotor had saved his life.

After the battle, Keith finally was able to return to the Castleship. To return home. Immediately when he steps off his ship a force knocks into him and he nearly topples him over. It’s so warm. He can smell him. He really is home.

“You fucking idiot!” Anyone could tell that Lance is screaming, despite the fact that he’s muffled by Keith’s shoulder. “How dare you.”

Keith doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know which words to choose. He is so happy and so sad. So he is quiet.

He is quiet and so is Lance as they walk to the infirmary. They ignore the aftermath of the battle. They ignore the Paladins, the rebels, the Blades. They ignore anyone trying to get their attention. Hand in hand, they are the silence between the battles. Lance's eyes are soft when the pod closes. Keith is glad that is the last thing he sees before falling into a deep sleep.

It is three days before he leaves the pod. Lance waits there in the infirmary the whole time. Coran says that most of his injuries weren’t from the battle. There were minor bruises, sprains, even some fractures from weeks past littered across his body.

Lance waits for three days and he doesn’t say a word to anyone besides Coran when he’s questioning after Keith’s progress. Even then his speech is limited. This is when his family finally notices they’ve missed something.

Over these three days Lance practically moves in. One of the gurneys is claimed as his. The white floors are littered with the tissues he hasn’t bothered to pick up. The bowls and spoons he used for the occasional food goo have created a pile in the corner. There are five blankets. Two on Lance’s gurney (he’d always thought they were too thin) and three laying on the floor just by Keith’s pod. One to lay on, two to keep him warm when he sleeps on the cold white metal.

He spent a lot of time thinking, while he waited. He thought about a lot of things. Mainly how he almost lost Keith. He almost lost Keith before he was even able to tell him how he truly feels. He spent a lot of this time regretting. He regretted not telling him the most. They both knew. They knew their lives were on the line and they made that their reason to live in fear. They chose that as their reason to not take responsibility for themselves, their reason to run from their own feelings, their reason to punish themselves.

This is war. Lance realized. This is war, and I am brave enough to be fighting it. I should be allowed to love before I die.. Especially if I'm risking my life for theirs. To make sure they don’t have to. If I die out here I don't want to die in regret, never having lived my truth.

The fourth morning he laid awake on his blankets staring up at Keith. He didn’t look ill at all anymore. He must be almost completely healed by now, he looked just like the Keith that had left. Almost. He had grown taller, his hair had gotten longer. He joked about it being a mullet before, but now it was more than long enough to be braided. He wished he could, it was something he did for his sisters back home.

His thoughts are interrupted when he hears the electronic schwooop of the pod-shield lowering. He doesn’t have time to get up on his feet before Keith is toppling down.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re safe.” Lance says immediately, when Keith falls into his arms. He holds him tightly. It isn’t long before Keith does the same. They both know that Coran and Allura would have been alerted to Keith’s discharge from the pod and would be heading down to check on him. They took the time they had alone to hold onto each other.

“Is this real?” Keith asks, his voice is so meek. So thin and quiet.

“Yes, my love. This is real. I’m here. You’re safe.”

Keith melts into Lance's arms. “I’m home?”

“You’re home.”

They hear footsteps outside the infirmary door before they see anyone. They aren’t surprised to see the whole team walk in. They would all want to see Keith when he was better. Lance wasn’t the only one who had missed him. He was family.It would be wrong if they didn’t want to see him after the stunt he’d pulled either.

Shiro is the first to stalk into the room, with his big muscular body and his big powerful steps. “What the hell is going on here Lance? You’ve been uncollaborative and disrespectful for long enough. It ends now.” He shouts in his best commanding officer voice.

Keith flinches. Lance squeezes him for a moment, before standing up. “You lost your right to give me orders. If i’ve been ‘uncollaborative and disrespectful’ then it’s obviously been a long time since you’ve looked in a mirror. Especially when your reaction to seeing your brother for the first time in months fall out of a pod because he nearly killed himself.”

Shiro opens his mouth to speak only to be cut off. This time it is Coran.

“I think he’s right, Shiro.” His voice is tense and serious. This never happens. “Let the boy speak.”

Lance almost smiled. It seemed, recently, that Coran was the only one who truly cared. At the very least, he understood.

“Keith almost dies, and your reaction when he comes out of a pod, three days later probably still coming down from an adrenaline high not only from his near death experience but from the drugs that pod pumped him full of. Your brother comes home from zero contact and your reaction is to storm in and make demands?” Lance speaks to his family. He speaks to his family in a situation other than battle for the first time in weeks. Months. “You really think you’re the one who deserves answers?”

Lance kneels next to Keith once again. “You need food, water, and to relax.” His voice was soft now. “Do you want to go back to the bedrooms and wait for me there?”

Keith stands up. “I’m going to stay here. With you.” Same old Keith he sounds like. Only Lance could hear the slight quiver in his voice.

“Lance?” Hunk spoke, concerned, “Buddy, what’s going on? What are we missing?”

Lance almost laughed. It was a surprise to him. He hadn’t smiled without Keith in a long time. This wasn’t the context he wanted that to happen under. “What have I been doing?” He said decidedly.

Hunk looked confused.

“What do you mean by that?” Pidge.

“These last few months. What. Have. I Been. Doing>”

“The same as the rest of us.” Pidge spoke in that matter of fact way of hers.

“Yeah, you helped with the performances. You're loverboy Lance!”

“Exactly. I was Loverboy Lance. That explains so much.” Lance decides that they won’t ever realize on their own. He must open their eyes himself. He must be the one to hurt them. “When have you ever seen me do more than flirt with someone? When was the last time I went home with one, or brought one here? Hell, when was the last time I went on a date?”

Silence.

“I flirt. I sign autographs, I joke, and I tease. I have never been a player. I’ve never been Loverboy Lance, not in the way we showed the public. That’s not who I am. Just the same as any of you. Hunk, you are so much more than comedic flatulence, Pidge you aren’t a fraud you’re a genius and you know enough words to fill the script with that the audience will go home knowing how to turn their garbage disposal into a roomba. Allura, you’re your own Paladin, not Keith and there are so many amazing things about you that would make you just as interesting as Keith.

“Keith isn’t the Lone Wolf. He’s just lonely, he always has been. None of us ever pur in the effort to change that, so why would he in return?” Lance turned to Hunk. “You were my best friend, Hunk, and this hurts so much. It hurts so much to know that you can’t see me for who I really am. I look at all of you and see my family and then I wonder, where did you go?”

“I spent these last few months in Silence. I knew I wasn't good enough to keep up with you Pidge, Hunk. So I stayed away. I knew I would never live up to your expectations, Shiro, so I didn't bother with you either. I knew you didn’t want me around Allura, so I didn't stick around. I knew i would be left behind.

“Eventually I stopped speaking.”

Lance stopped then. He took a deep breath. “None of you noticed. My own family had made me feel as though I didn't belong, and so I stopped belonging. Of course you guys were so caught up in being amazing that you didn’t notice. That much I don't care about. This is what is important.

“How old are you, Pidge?”

“I’m fifteen, you know that.”

“Hunk?”

“17.”

“Back on earth, none of us would be considered an adult. We wouldn’t be allowed to go through the airport alone. We wouldn’t be allowed to buy alcohol. We wouldn’t be allowed to have an input in our government. We would be children.

“Here, on this ship, far away from our planet. We are war heros. We live in a castle that doubles as a spaceship, or a spaceship that doubles as a castle, and we are Paladins. We fight in battles on a larger scale than any one of our ancestors have ever fought in. We are soldiers.”

Lance could feel the tears streaming down his face. “More importantly though, we are children.”

Lance stalked out of the room.

Keith followed. Even when he’d caught up, Lance didn’t slow down. He was sobbing now. Just like he had each night when they ended their calls. This time, however, Keith was there. This time he could intertwine their fingers. “Lance.”

When they finally arrived at Lance's bedroom, hospital room, whichever you prefer it’s all the same to him,they both sat up on the bed. Keith held Lance as he cried. He cried and cried and cried and cried. They didn’t know how long they’d been there, but it didn’t truly matter. What did matter was that they were together. Between the sobs Keith could hear Lance mumble something just clearly enough to respond.

“I love you too.”

Lance looked up, those deep blue eyes so sad and so afraid, yet so full of hope. He looked intensely at Keith. “We are just children, I did mean what I said back there. We could die at any moment. I don’t want to let that stop us anymore.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I love you Keith, and I don't want to live my life in fear of losing you. I want to use the time we have. This war would last the rest of our lives, whether they end early or decades from now. Why should we waste it?”

Keith had never thought of it that way. He had let the thought of losing Lance consume him so deeply that he’d never thought of how it might feel to have him fully. “You’re right.”

“I want to be with you. At this point I think it’s hurting us more to stay apart than it would to be together. Well I guess it’s hurting me, I can't really speak for you – Wait what did you say?”

“I said you’re right. We should take advantage of the time we have.”

Lance was speechless.

“If you leave your mouth open any longer you might catch flies. I told you you were right, don’t get used to it.”

Lance had been a man of words all night. He was sick of it. He grabbed onto Keith’s jawline and pulled his lips toward his own. He was so warm, like fire against his skin as they kissed. They’d been playing this game for so long. The kiss was the greatest thing Lance had ever experienced, or at least it felt like it in that moment. They kissed for a long time. Longer than they should.

It was Keith that finally broke the kiss. He only broke away for a moment, before burying his face in Lance’s shoulder.

“We have to talk about it, you know.”

“Not now. You make me so happy. I just want to be happy right now. It’s been so long since I've been happy.”

“That’s okay. You’re allowed to be happy. That’s our mission from now on. Happiness.”

They spent the night in Lance's room. They took their last opportunity to relax. After everything that has happened, not only over the course of the last few hours, but over the course of the last few days, weeks, months. They deserve peace, even if only for a moment.

The next morning they walked out to breakfast hand in hand. They had a calm conversation with their team. With their family. They spoke about how they felt so alone. They spoke about how they’ve spent so long being too afraid of death to love each other. They spoke about how they are so scared all the time, but never scared for themselves. They would all die for the cause at a moment’s notice, but they still feared the death of their friends and family.

Everyone shared how they felt, not only Lance and Keith. Pidge shared how scared she was. She was so young. Hunk shared how he felt so guilty for being the cowardly one, and wishes he could be brave like the rest of the Paladins. Allura tells them how she believes that she is only a Paladin because of her father, as though it was some sort of obligation. Shiro expressed that he was so afraid he wasn’t qualified to be the leather of a universal revolution. Coran worries he isn’t useful.

They all feel so alone. So isolated that they couldn’t find comfort in their own family.

They came to an understanding. Allura and Shiro, and Coran realized they were wrong for putting so much pressure on a bunch of teenagers that didn’t know what they were getting into. Keith, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge all realized that they didn’t have to pretend to be braver than they were.

Especially because they were the bravest in the universe.

Even war heroes are allowed to have a weakness.

Especially if they’re children.

#fanfiction #fanfic #angst #fluff #voltron #unresolved emotional tension #pining lance #lance is a mess #insecure lance #galra keith #keith is bad at feelings #keith is a mess #blade of marmora keith #blade of marmora #naxzela #pining keith #keith x lance #voltron: legendary defender

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Up? Or Down?

Ship: Neuvillette/Furina

Summary: Neuvillette is a smug bastard of a boss and Furina is fed up with it. Tensions are high, and boundaries are crossed.

Word Count: 2,392

Requested By: One of my good friends irl!

Warnings/Tags: plot what plot/ porn with out plot, teasing, orgasm denial, oral, messy, spit, rough, exactly one (1) spank, manhandling, praise, little bit of degradation, power play, bondage, office sex, overstimulation, mutual pining, hate sex, on the desk

Author’s Note: I hadn’t written in a while, things had gotten crazy and i never really had time to anymore. But i actually found inspiration in this story. My friend asked to commissionthis story and i jumped at the chance.I had never even heard of these characters before, so i hope i did them justice.

Ao3

Without fail, Neuvillette would always take any opportunity he had to go over Furina’s head and render all of her hard work useless. She couldn’t stand his superior attitude. The way he walks, so tall and strong, and never looks away from what he wants. Even if that is to be directly in her way.

Heads turned as she marched towards his office. Her heels clicked against the linoleum floors with each irate step she took.

Click, click, click. Down the hall.

Click, click, click. The elevator. This really gave her time to think. That wasn’t good.

She spent a good two minutes in the elevator, hating him in her head, while she rode up to his extravagant top floor office with a window view.

Click, click, click. She exits the elevator.

Click. She’s at his door. The door to his stupid fancy office, for his stupid fancy promotion, at this stupid fancy company. Not once does she think about knocking (he doesn’t deserve that) she bursts right in with an imposing thump.

Neuvillete doesn’t even look up from his laptop while she rants at him, in the beginning. He’s used to it. She always calls him the same insults, and he already knows what it’s about anyway. No need to dignify her response. Furina is very predictably hot headed, and was easily ignored.

Or he pretended to believe as much. His cheeks got redder and redder the louder and louder her arguments and protests grew. He had really pissed her off this time, he thought. It was almost cute the way she waved her arms at him. What he didn’t expect was for her to be this near him. A moment ago she was at the door, When had she gotten so close. She grabbed him by the tie. Her eyes, he could see the lashes so clearly, the way they section off, and they way her mascara lays on top of them. He could feel her breath.

Contact.

Her lips touched his and they collided. Neuvillete grasped onto Furina’s waist and pulled her into him until they were entirely entangled upon his office chair. Her lips were soft and tasted of her mango chapstick. She nipped at his lips, biting and sucking at them. She’d bite once hard and then lick it almost in apology.

Their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Gripping , grasping, scratching. Furina’s nails dug into Neuvillette’s scalp, sending his hair into disarray, she pulled just to hear the growl he’d let out in the back of his throat. He grasped at her thighs, her neck, her waist. His slender hands are capable of such strength.

Furina moved her kisses down to his neck. Sucking and biting. Neuvillette moaned and bared his neck to her. Any fear or surprise he had felt, melted away each time her lips touched his pale skin. She left purple marks behind, like a trail of trophies. Tokens of the battle she’d won. .

He pulls the claw clip out of her hair and watches it fall around her face, while she sucks a bruise into his collarbone. He runs his fingers through the thick strands while she unbuttons his shirt. He basks in the feeling of her lips and tongue against his skin. Her little bites hurt, but he liked the pain when it came from her.

Furina didn’t entirely know what had come over her. He was right there and she just couldn’t help herself. The feeling of his skin against hers was ecstasy. The sweetness on his lips was bliss. The soft muskiness of his skin was intoxicating. The metallic tang of his blood on her tongue was empowering. She felt untouchable.

They were both flushed and out of breath when Furina’s lips ran into Neuvillette’s belt. She pulled away and paused for a moment, finally making eye contact with the man she was currently mauling. She didn’t waver once, not for a moment. She only brought her hands to the buttons that held together her blouse, slowly undoing them and removing the delicate layers of cloth, her bare skin inches away from his touch.

Furina’s gaze didn’t budge once. Neuvillette couldn’t help but stare at the pert breasts before him. Her nipples had pebbled in the cold air, and he was mesmerized when she pinched them between her delicate fingers.

Neuvillete’s hand went to his belt. If she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted, then he would. He may admire her warrior’s spirit, but he still wanted his pleasure out of this if he was going to play her little game. His mind was racing; there was so much he wanted to do, and so much opportunity– he felt a hand swat him away from his crotch.

“No. Still my turn.” Furina’s voice allowed no room for argument.

She undoes his belt herself, and Neuvillette helps her push his slacks down. She licks him over his boxers. Warmth seeps through and Neuvillette lets out a groan. Furina leaves messy kisses all over his cock through his boxers, until they’re nearly soaked through in the center. Finally, she allows him to take them off. She couldn’t help but bask in his attention. She had the power now, and she can use it the same way he does.

She still refuses to give his bare cock any attention. Furina kisses and bites all over Neuvillette’s skin. Her lips leave warmth behind where they touch. His thighs, his v line, his hips. Neuvillette’s member stands tall and proud, bumping against his stomach with its angry red tip. It only made Furina want to tease him longer.

She licks up the underside, tracing the veins, tasting the musk and precum when she sucks on the tip. She is determined to trace every vein. She licks him, and licks him and kisses him and mouths at the skin, until he’s soaked.

When he’s groaning and moaning and completely delved in pleasure she starts to stroke him with her hand. Slowly she wraps her fingers around him, gripping tightly only stopping when Neuvillette groans. Then she strokes him. Slowly from top to bottom, rolling her hand over the tip. She would spit and lick everywhere she couldn’t be touching with her hand. The other hand caressed Neuvillette’s balls and he was in bliss.

When he’s nearly at the edge, Furina pulls away. She kisses at his thighs, his abs, his chest, his hips, everywhere but where he wants her. Neuvillette is desperate, he’s fuming, he’s ready to do anything in order to get his release.

That’s when Furina wraps her lips around his tip and sucks. She strokes him with her hand again, but this time she uses two, hard and fast. Right off the bat, the slapping of her hand echoed throughout the room. Neuvillette’s hands tangled in her long hair he’s so close he’s gonna–

She pulls away once again, this time she is no longer touching him, only looking into his eyes with that steady glare.

Neuvillette sees red.

He pushes down with the hands tangled in furina’s hair, he feels the tightness encasing him convulse and hears Furina retching. It felt so good. He moved her up and down, her protests were worth nothing against his superior strength.

Sometimes he forgot how small she was. How easy it was for him to control her. She was an ant compared to him. He couldn’t help but chuckle in between groans as he fucks her throat. The same woman that, only moments ago, was flaunting her power over him directly in his face. The same woman that took away what was his.

He pushes down one last time and holds her there. Furina looks up at Neuvillette through watered eyes as she gags around him. His head was thrown back in pleasure, his eyes fluttered closed. She choked on his semen as he released down her throat, coughing even as he rode out his bliss, using her as though she were a toy.

By the time Neuvillette was done she was breathing heavily, there was spit and cum all over her face, running down her nose, chin, neck. Her collar bones were covered in droplets of wet, and she was slick between the thighs. Neuvillette couldn’t care less about the condition she was in right now. He only grabs her by the waist, lifting her and pushing her roughly against the desk. Her breast smashed against the wood and a sharp pain hit her hip bones when her hips rammed into the ornate edges.

Slender fingers danced around the edges of her skirt before hiking it up past her hips. The barrier of her tights was a nonissue as they seemed to disappear under Neuvillettes indelicate touch.

“You were always so beautiful,” Neuvillette speaks as he runs his hand over Furina’s skin. “You have so much potential. Too bad you ruin it with that attitude of yours.” He punctuated his remark with a sharp slap.

Furina whimpered and struggled against the desk. It was pointless, there was no true escape for her. She could only dig herself into a deeper hole.

Neuvillette dug his fingers into the plush flesh that was furina’s things and spread her open. “Nice and wide for me, good job.”

He licks a stripe up the center of her heat. The warmth crept through her every nerve and Furina let out a low moan. Neuvillette chuckles and delves in. He sucks on her folds and tongues at her clit. He licks inside of her, as though he is trying to extract all of her juices. He savors every bit of her flavor, until she’s dripping. Reaching a hand around to grip Furina’s face, Neuvillette growls, “suck.”

Furina gladly obliges, tasting her own tangy wet on his fingers she takes them into her mouth. She slides her tongue over them and sucks hard, just as Neuvillette asked. All she wanted was his praise. Apparently she didn’t deserve it yet. Neuvillette harshly fucks her throat with his fingers, all the while scratching and groping at any bit of open skin he could see with his other hand.

Finally, he pulls his fingers out of her mouth just to shove them inside her. He thrusted rough and steady, there was rhythm to it and it was relentless. Furina moans out with every stroke.

“Does that feel good?” Neuvillette mocks, “I like your voice much better when you’re moaning. So much less annoying that way.”

Furina begins to protest, but this is when Neuvillette begins to curve his fingers downward. They were pressing directly against that sweet spot with every pass, she couldn’t help but scream out. When her screams are the loudest he pulls his fingers from her and spreads her open.

“Look at you, so stretched out for me.” His voice is so calm. So collected. So cold. No one would expect him to ram into her like he did. Certainly not Furina. She screamed out as he pressed against her cervix. Nothing had ever been this deep in her before and the sensation was completely overwhelming she couldn’t help but get lost in the pleasure.

Neuvillette’s hips slammed against hers without mercy. She squeezes him just right, and he has all the power, so why not take what he wants. Who is she to keep him from that? So he did. He rammed into her over and over again. He listens to her screams and ignores her. She shakes and screams and drips.

Every nerve in Furina’s body is on fire. Everything is too much. It feels so good. It hurts. That’s almost what makes it feel good. She is both so aware of every place that Neuvillette touches, yet she’s completely numb. Her neck, her back, her waist, her ass, her thighs.

Neuvillette’s groans get louder. His thrust’s lose rhythm but none of their power. He chases his orgasm and doesn’t stop until he’s in pain. He shoots his seed into Furina.

They’re pressed so close to each other. Neither of them were really aware of their proximity before this. Now they were closer than they were ever meant to be. Furina slowly pulls out, careful not to hurt Furna any further than he might have already.

Gently, he helps her up out of her bent position and sits her on top of the desk. She doesn’t say anything when he reaches for his tie, or as he wraps it around her wrist.

“Is this okay?” He says. So quiet it’s almost a whisper.

“Yes.” She says in return.

Their eyes lock. This time their embrace is slower. More deliberate. Neuvillette’s lips brush furina’s and she gives a little nip to his bottom lip as they kiss. He almost smiles before nudging her back so that she’s laying on the desk.

He crawls off of her and spreads her legs. She’s dripping, her stockings are a ripped mess, and her skin is all marked up from his fingers and nails. He kisses her thighs first. Gently. Slowly working his way in towards her center. This time it’s different. He licks her all over, sucking gently.

Furina basks in the warmth that is Neuvillette’s lips. With every touch the knot in her core tightens. And tightens, and tightens.

“Let go.” Neuvillette says, before taking one long pull on furina’s clit.

Furina sees stars.

Next thing she knows she’s no longer on the desk, but sitting in his comfy visitor's armchair. There’s no longer that tightness binding her wrists. Warmth moved across her arm and she noticed that Neuvillette was there, holding her. Not restraining her. Cradling her. He had a washcloth and was wiping her down.

Slowly and methodically he cleaned each of her body parts until they were free of bodily fluids. Then he helped her dress. Her ripped tights had been removed, but her skirt returned to its rightful place covering her hips. He clipped her bra on for her and helped her button her blouse.

The last thing that Neuvillette did before sending Furina back to her office was hand her the claw clip he had removed from her hair.

“You can put it back up, but I like it better down.”

Furina smirked before turning on her heel and marching down the hall, her hair swinging behind her.

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Requests

I'm back guys and so ready to write, not promises on time frame or guarantee's you'll get a fic, i'll dm you though if your idea strikes me!

I only have one rule, if you want smut you gotta commission.

Fandoms:

My Hero Academia

Haikyuu

The Marauders

Sk8

Voltron

Genshin Impact

#fanfiction #fanfic #my hero academia #haikyuu #the marauders #sk8 #voltron #genshin impact #angst #fluff #requesting

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greyfix · 1 year

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Let Me Care For you

Title: Let Me Care For You

Ship: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: Bakugou doesn’t show up to class, and Kirishima is pretty worried. What could have happened?

Word Count: 1.1k

Requested By: n/a

Warnings/Tags: dAuthor’s Note: this is purely self indulgent and probably has no real plot

ao3

Bakugou woke up feeling miserable. His head was throbbing, he couldn’t breathe through his nose, and he was unbearably hot. He groaned and turned over. The last thing he needed was to miss class, but the hell he was gonna let those extras see him like this. He’d have to stay in his room.

So, he turned off his contingency alarms, made sure his door was locked, and went back to sleep.

***

Kirishima only began to worry when Bakugou didn’t walk into class seconds before the bell as always. He was always late, but never enough to get pinged for it. As much as he doesn’t want to seem like it, bakugou is a total nerd and doesn’t usually miss class.

But he didn’t think too much about it, figuring he would just be later than usual. He probably has a reason , he thought. He just made sure to grab an extra of everything to give to him later.

However, the farther in the day he got without seeing Bakugou the more worried he was. Now that he thinks harder about it he didn’t even see him in the kitchen that morning. Usually Bakugou eats in the morning, sometimes he’ll even leave something out for the others if he feels like cooking a large quantity. Though there were times that he’d start early and take his food back to his room. Kirishima could understand that, i mean sometimes you just don’t want to socialize, and that’s cool!

Apparently by the time lunch came around his worry was starting to show on his face. He was standing in line at Lunch Rush when Kaminari nudged him. “Hey, you okay man? You’re looking a little off,” Kaminari spoke.

Kirishima was startled but responded regardless, “Yeah bro, i’m cool!” He smiled, but his heart wasn’t in it. He really was worried about Bakugou, but it wouldn’t really make sense to the others. They didn’t know about their relationship. Not on purpose, it just wasn’t something Bakugou talked about often and their dynamic didn’t really change much after. They figured that the group would find out when they find out and it didn’t matter either way.

Kirishima didn’t want them to find out like this though, he at least wanted Bakugou to be there. He didn’t know what was going on today, but he didn’t want to bombard him with that if something was wrong. Bakugou was a private guy, and Kirishima respected that.

So he put on a smile and talked with the rest of the squad as they sat down at lunch. Joking about whatever stupid things their classmates did, or how the classload was brutal and that Aizawa must be a sadist to assign this much at once. He pretended that nothing was wrong even when they talked about how bakugou didn’t show up. The others chalked it up to him probably wanting a day off since he’s never been absent on purpose once.

He continued to collect classwork for Bakugou when it started up again. He felt guilty for thinking about asking Bakugou for an extra tutoring lesson when he saw him again. I really shouldn’t bother him with my problems, since something is obviously wrong on his end.

It was really easy to zone out when Present Mic wasn’t even speaking Japanese. I really wish he would send a text. I don’t want to bother him by texting him first, he thought. He opened his phone and composed messages and deleted them, and composed messages and deleted them, over and over again until he finally decided he would just go to bakugou’s room when classes got out after he got a chance to change.

And that’s exactly what he did. He made up some excuse to the others and went off to his room to get out of his uniform and put down his stuff, before heading to Bakugou’s room.

He knocked on the door a few times before it opened revealing a disheveled Bakugou dressed in nothing but sweats and a tank top. His hair was messier than usual and his nose and eyes were red. Bakugou sniffled, “What do you want-” but then he stopped short when he noticed that it was Eijirou. His expression softened, but not by much. “What are you doing here”

His voice was raspy and tired and really fucking hot. But Eijirou filed that information away for later. “I came to check on you. I was worried when you didn’t show up to school today.” He spoke softly, averting his eyes. He was a little embarrassed. He figured it was a little pathetic that he can’t go a few hours without bothering his boyfriend.

“That’s stupid, I’m fucking fine” Katsuki growled but Eijirou knew that he didn’t actually mean it. It made him smile.

“I picked up your classwork, can I come in?” he asked, still grinning.

Katsuki wanted to resist, but he knew better. Not only is Eijirou extremely stubborn, but Katsuki actually did want him to come in. But he would never admit to it, so he just grunted and opened the door wide enough to let his giant of a boyfriend inside.

Eijirou walked into the familiar room and set the schoolwork on the desk before turning to Katsuki. “Are you sick?” He reached out to press the back of his hand to Katsuki’s forehead, but he swiftly dodged the touch.

“I told you i’m fucking fine eijirou-” he grumbled before stopping to cough.

Eijirou’s eyebrows furrowed, “Forgive me for not believing you.” He walked over to Katsuki’s minifridge and grabbed a bottle of water and brought it to him. “Will you let me check if you have a fever now?”

“I don’t have a fever.”

“And I have tits as big as yours”

Katsuki just rolled his eyes, and let Eijirou touch his forehead.

“You totally have a fever,” Eijirou said. “Have you eaten today?”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “Why.”

Eijirou sighed, “Because it’s important to eat and drink a lot when you’re sick, so that you can heal up fast. Have you taken any medicine?”

“Eijirou i can manage myself dammit.”

“Let me take care of things for once, alright?" Eijirou spoke and Katsuki softened. “You’re always taking care of me and the others, as aggressive as you are about it, let me take care of you this time.”

Katsuki huffed, “I ate once around lunch time, and no i haven’t taken any medicine. I didn’t have any and wasn’t about to go looking.”

Eijirou’s expression morphed into something Katsuki thought to be a combination of happiness at being ‘allowed’ to help, and sympathy. He leaned in for a kiss, but Katsuki dodged his touch once again.

“I might be fucking contagious, dumbass.”

Eijirou just laughed and kissed him anyway.

#fluff #coming to terms with feelings #tooth rotting fluff #light angst #very light #no plot/plotless #comfort no hurt #my hero academia #grey and emma #fanfic #boku no hero academia #fanfiction

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Justice

Title: Justice

Ship: Keith Kogane/Lance McClain

Summary: Things haven’t quite changed post war. It’s going to take alot more than a couple of teenagers to fix the bias against Galra.

Word Count: 2.1K

Requested By: n/a

Warnings/Tags: hurt/comfort, angst, Post-war, canon compliant, hurt keith, protective lance

Author’s Note: Sorry it’s been taking me so long to post, I’ve been really busy recently and there haven’t been alot of circumstances in which i can write and post. Ao3,

Lance was in his usual position by the stove when he noticed the time. In the years since the war had ended, Keith and Lance had fallen into a routine. They went into work at the Garrison together in the mornings. Lance taught strategy at the boarding school in the beginning of the day, and then went in as a consultant in the afternoon. Keith did combat training with anyone who was assigned to him. He started as a teacher for the older students, but he became someone sought out by those with the ambition to get better. He did this in the evenings and was an ambassador to the Blade of Marmora the rest of the time, so his schedule was more flexible.

It became routine early on that Lance would make sure to cook dinner every night because he loved reminiscing on something he did with his family growing up, and he wanted to be able to sit and eat and talk with his Husband every night.

Keith normally came home around 7 O’ Clock. That was their schedule. If he had something to do off world or was working late he always let Lance know. Tonight it was 8:17 PM and Keith still hadn’t walked through the door. Lance was reaching for his phone to send a text when he heard keys jingling outside.

The second Lance is able to look at his husband’s face, his expression hardened and he pointed to the stool near the counter. “Sit.”

Keith knew exactly what he was in for. He did as he was told and waited patiently for Lance to get the med kit out of the nearby bathroom. He’d come home beat up many times and Lance’s reaction was always the same. Intense worry and affection.

When he returned, Lance still didn’t say anything. He only unzipped the red pack that all of their emergency supplies were kept in and pulled out what he would need. Disinfectant wipes, sticker stitches, bandaids, neosporin, etc.

He tilted Keith’s chin up to get a better look at his face and the evidence of a fight. He delicately thumbs away a streak of blood by Keiths mouth, saying nothing as he examines it. After a brief pause, Keith’s heart skips a nervous beat as Lance looks him dead in their eyes. His voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained.

“Who did this to you?”

Keith took a deep breath. “Lance, you have to understand. It’s only been a few years. Things aren’t going to change in an instant.”

“What are you talking about?”

“People still blame the Galra as a species for what Zarkon did. You know that. That’s not something that can be fixed by winning a war.”

“You’re telling me, someone found you and attacked you, because you’re part Galra?” Lance spoke incredulously.

“Yes. That is what I'm telling you.”

“And what did you do about it?”

“I didn’t hurt him.” Keith said. “He may have been an asshole but I wasn't about to kill someone for that, lance. It wasn’t-”

Lance cut him off. “It wasn’t a big deal?! Keith this is a hate crime! You could have fought back and it would have been self defense!”

“Yes, but-”

“I’ll go and fucking fight back! I thought we were over this bullshit! We went off into the world as children to fight a war while these people had no clue what was going on until the very end, and they have the nerve to be Racist?? To you of all people? Where is the respect, or gratitude, or human decency!?”

Keith tries to interrupt but can’t get through. If there’s one thing that Lance is passionate about it is the safety of his family. Especially the family he has fought and died (momentarily) for. Nothing would stop lance when it came to protecting them. Whether it was Keith, Rachel, Veronica, Marco, Luis, his nieces and nephews, Pidge, Hunk, Shiro, even Axca. Lance would fight.

“Fighting isn’t the answer!” Keith finally shouted, really hoping that this didn’t turn into an argument between them.

“What?”

“If we fight, or kill, or do anything physically violent to the people who think differently than us, are we any better than Zarkon? Zarkon was insulted once and decided the solution was to commit genocide. Do you want to stoop down to his level?”

Lance was silent for a long time. Keith was right and he knew it. He knew he was being irrational, and that in any other situation he would be saying the same thing. He also knew that in saying this himself, Keith had grown from the reckless hotheaded kid he’d once been.

“You’re right.” Lance said as he slumped down into the chair next to his husband. He was silent while he worked. Patching up the cuts and cleaning up the blood. Making sure everything was in order.

It was a long time before Keith spoke again. “We have to go about this the right way.”

“We do.”

The next morning went as usual, with only a slightly larger amount of wincing and sighing on Keith’s part.

Dressed in their Garrison uniforms they were permitted through the strict security system after only a flash of their badges. If voltron was worth anything it was not having to wait an hour to get through security checks.

This time instead of parting to go to their respective departments, they both headed to Legal. Since they didn’t go there often there were alot of people stopping them to talk. The usual things.

‘Haven’t seen you around here before’

‘You get into trouble?’

‘Goodness! What happened to you, Paladin Kogane?’

‘Paladins!’

‘My kids are huge fans’

It wasn’t long before they had made it through the pleasantries and dropped off the paperwork. It was when they were heading out that the chaos ensued.

Not long after they left the legal department and were heading towards their car did they run into Pidge. And Matt. And Shiro. And Curtis. And Coran. And- You get the picture.

They all immediately jumped into fussing over Keith.

“What happened?”

“Did you get into a fight?”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” Keith shrugged away their touch. “It’s not that bad”

They took a moment to stay and explain to their friends what had happened and how they were dealing with it. They all agreed it was the right thing to do. Those things would be okay.

It was only a week later when they started to worry. They still hadn’t heard back from the garrison about their complaint. Things as simple as this should be pushed through relatively quickly. Why weren’t they?

They decided to give it another week, because things happen, but when they still didn’t hear back they took a day off work and went to speak to the head of the Garrison’s Legal Department.

This time, since they were there not that long ago, they didn’t have to filter through the pleasantries as much so it went significantly faster. They went straight to the very back of the building to meet a man named. Mr. Thomas.

Mr. Thomas was a large man in a barely fitting three piece suit. He had no hair and a beard that had seen better days. He welcomed them in and gestured for them to sit down on the two brown leather chairs in front of his cluttered mahogany desk. “Well, Paladins. What can I help you with today, on this rare visit.”

Lance spoke first, as always. “We sent through a complaint a couple weeks ago, but we haven’t heard back once. We were just hoping to see about that.”

“Oh, well we get a million complaints around here. It takes time to sift through them all.”

“I’ve heard about quite a few getting through in less than a week. Ours isn’t very complicated.” Lance said, deceptively eloquent.

“There’s no reason for it to take this long.” Keith spoke for the first time, startling Mr. Thomas.

Mr. Thomas smiled a fake smile and opened the laptop sitting atop his desk. “Well, let's take a look at this then shall we?”

He browsed for a moment, asking some questions to find the file in what had to be an unseemly large database of files. When he finally came across it his expression fell. “Oh.”

Lance tilted his head, “Oh?”

“Things like this happen all the time. If we caused a fuss every time someone assaulted a galra we would never get a break. It’s really not a big deal. I suggest you move on with your life.”

Silence. For a long moment no one spoke. Lance, for once, was at a loss for words. Keith was only dejected. He’d known a long time ago that he would face adversity for this, even though he had no control over it. It was just the luck of the draw, and Keith had always had the worst luck.

Keith looked over at Lance, ready to let this all go and, like mr. Thomas said, move on with his life. However, he didn’t see a face that would be receptive to that idea.

Lance’s facial expression had hardened, and his eyes had that stiff laser focus that was only seen when there was a rifle in his hand. All his attention was on Mr.Thomas as though he was a direct physical threat. In lance’s mind, he was.

Lance stood up calmly and walked towards the desk, making complete eye contact with Mr.Thomas. “How often do ‘things like this’ happen? Do you get many complaints? Complaints that you overlook because of your own bigoted beliefs?”

Mr. Thomas’s eyes widened. He didn’t dare speak.

“Did you know that this is how Zarkon acted before he became a bloodthirsty dictator intent on genocide? He believed that anyone different than him deserved to die, along with anyone who got in his way. Is that what you believe? So much so that you would knowingly allow people to hurt others for that reason knowing that you have the power to stop it?”

Thomas sputtered, trying to get out some excuse but lance didn’t give him a chance. “Push our reports through. And any like ours. Or i will make your life a living hell.”

“Lance.” Keith spoke. He wouldn’t let this get any farther. He knew what would happen otherwise, and he learned that this wasn’t how things should be done. With threats and violence. He knew that in order to keep the peace they all worked so hard to create he had to be peaceful as well, and so did everyone else. “He’s not worth it.”

Lance looked over at his husband’s solemn expression and all the tension in his body dropped. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

This time they didn’t try to go straight home. This time they found an empty meeting room and gathered everyone they knew. They were going to make this right, and they were going to do it properly.

Once everyone was there and the situation had been explained Pidge was the first to take action. They found all of the complaints similar to Keith and Lance’s in the last few years since the war. They filed through them together one by one. Sorting them by severity and time passed. It took hours.

Shiro and Sam Holt used their high rank and large amounts of pull with the higher ups to plant some information about what’s been going on and Mr. Thomas. They even got a bunch of the legal team to help out.

They personally contacted everyone who filed a complaint and was ignored. They explained the situation and they made sure everyone knew that they would do their best to get them recognized.

In the next weeks they brought each case including their own against Keith’s assaulter, and against Mr.Thomas. They made sure everyone was seen, and everyone got the closure they deserved. This wouldn’t happen again.

They won both of their cases. Keith’s assaulter was found guilty and was sentenced to reasonable time. Mr.Thomas was removed from his position and Keith and Lance got some say in who was hired in that place. They put in good words for the people in the legal department who helped and stood up to Mr. Thomas.

They fought a war as children. They rebelled against a man intent on universal genocide. And they won. They weren’t going to let all of that go to waste. Things wouldn’t go back to the way they were if Keith and Lance had a say in it.

Things would change.

#hurt/comfort #angst #post war #canon compliant #hurt keith #protective lance #klance #keith kogane #galra keith #lance mcclain

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subplots

I posted this on my Substack blog as well, subscribe to that for more content. Apart of creativestalkerr’s writing lessons.

types of subplots that can be used in your story and what they might mean for your story.

Subplots can be challenging to write in a story, however, they are also critical to a story as well. You want a subplot to be connected to your overall story rather than to fall flat and often be meaningless.

Because there is a wide range of plots, there is even a wider range of subplots that you can cook up.

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Hottest Husband in The World

Title: Hottest Husband in the World

Ship: Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

Summary: Tsukishima is a very private person and likes to keep the different areas of his life separate. That all changes when he forgets his lunch and his husband Kuroo brings it for him.

Word Count: .8k

Requested By: n/a

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Kuroo Tetsurou is a Little Shit, Kuroo Tetsurou is a Good Significant Other, Tsukishima Kei Being an Asshole

Author’s Note: I wrote this forever ago and never got around to posting it.

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Kei was already half through his work day when he realized his lunch wasn’t in the break room fridge like usual. He realized he probably left it on the counter in his rush to get out of the house. With Kuroo’s usual shenanigans he was almost never out the door at the time he wanted to be, but over the many years of living with the rambunctious man he’d learned to be organized and put together by the time he did manage to leave.

He figured he’d be fine without his lunch and have a big dinner when he got home. So he pulled out his phone and sat down at the table. He wasn’t going to go back to work if he didn’t have to, this break was well deserved.

One of his co-workers came around not long after, joining him at the table. Though Jin has a lunch. Unlike him. Yes, he was going to be bitter about it, he was hungry.

“No lunch?” Jin asked, a friendly smile on his face. He proceeded to open his bento and dig in.

Kei rolled his eyes, “Obviously not.” He didn’t look up from the very captivating mobile time killer on his phone.

“Oh, someone’s grumpy,” Jin poked at him with the clean end of his chopstick. “Are you hungy?”

“That baby voice is sickening.”

“Your face is sickening.”

“Just how I like it.”

There was a knock on the door followed by the tell-tale creep of a slow opening. The kind people do when they don’t want to be rude, but need to interrupt. Kei saw a hint of messy black hair and knew what was coming.

He raised an eyebrow when Kuroo peeked his head through the opening, a smile spreading on his face when he realized he’d found Kei.

“Tsukki!” he singsonged, “You forgot something!”

“Oh really I never would have noticed,” he snarked as Kuroo stepped forward, placing a hand on his back and dropping a bento onto the table in front of him.

Kei leaned back into the touch before speaking again, “You drove all the way out here because i forgot my lunch?” His tone was snarky, but Kuroo knew better than to take it that way.

Kuroo raised an eyebrow, “I wasn’t just going to let you go all day without eating.”

There was a moment of silence before the both of them remembered there was someone else in the room.

They looked over to see Jin with his jaw dropped. He mutters something under his breath before breaking out into shouts. “Tsukishima!! You’re not supposed to have friends!” He sounded almost scandalized.”

Kuroo broke out into laughter, while Kei just glared. “Friends? I’m offended, Kei.”

Kei just glared at the both of them for a moment.

“First name basis!” Jin shouted. Kei thought he was way too excited about this.

Kei had gone back to his phone, ignoring the chaos, when Kuroo’s laughter finally died down enough for him to speak.

“What did you think my life looked like outside of work?” Kei sounded almost offended at the accusation. “That i just sat at home waiting to come back to work?”

Jin gestured wildly, “Yes! You’re supposed to be some sad hermit that goes home from work and goes to sleep and goes to work and sometimes cries in the shower because you have no friends! Who is this guy?!” “You know, it makes a lot of sense that your coworkers know nothing about you,” Kuroo said through a chuckle, “It’s very on brand. I mean it took me years to get you to even talk to me for real.”

“Excuse you, I always talked to you ‘for real’. You just weren’t the best at taking things seriously in High School.” Kei ignored Jin reaction to the ‘High School’ comment.

In turn, Kuroo ignored Kei, and turned to Jin smiling.

“You knew each other in high school?”

“Yup!” Kuroo was having way too much fun with this, “We met when he was a first year, and I was a very, very stressed Third Year.” He turned to Kei with a soft smile, “I kinda miss those summer training camps.”

“Training camps?” Jin seemed more intrigued than anything now. What could his loner, hermit, coworker possibly need to train for?”

“Not only does Kei work for this fine establishment,” Kuroo spoke with a grin as kei sighed, “He is also a pro volleyball player on the second division team the Sendai Frogs. And married to the hottest man on the planet.”

Kei huffed, “You’re so full of yourself.”

“But you love me anyway,” Kuroo leaned down while simultaneously tilting Kei’s chin up with a finger. Their lips pressed together softly. It was sweet and chaste.

When he pulled away he just smiled at his husband, ignoring the steam coming out of Jin’s ears.

Later on Kei had to deal with many of his coworkers asking if it was true that he played volleyball professionally, and asking about his husband. Though he wore his ring all the time so long as he’s not in a game, apparently his coworkers never seemed to really register that Tsukishima Kei could be married to someone as strange as Kuroo Tetsurou.

#fanfic #haikyur #haikyuu #kuroo #tetsurou #tsukishima #kei #tsukki #kurootsuki #kuroo tetsurou x tsukishima kei #fluff #domestif cluff

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Weaving

Title: Weaving

Ship: Bakugou Katsuki / Kirishima Eijirou

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki holds braids close to his heart. It was something he did with his mother and considered it something truly intimate. Kirishima Eijirou’s hair is getting long.

Word Count: 1032

Requested By: n/a

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, LIght Angst, Reminiscing, Braids, and they were roomates, omg they were roomates, domestic, new relationship, soft bakugou katsuki, bakugou katsuki centric, kirishima eijirou is a ray of sunshine.

Author’s Note: Thank the bf for making me write, otherwise this would not exist.

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Katsuki has been watching Eijirou style his hair in his usual bold fashion for a long time. It’s been years, and he’s stuck with it as his signature style. It seems to be the only thing that has stayed consistent from their day’s at U.A. Nothing else was the same, and Katsuki loved that.

It’s super manly bro! Eijirou would say when Katsuki mentioned it. Katsuki wouldn’t change a thing about it.

Two weeks ago Katsuki and Eijirou fell into their relationship entirely by accident. They had been living together for two years after graduation due to the agencies they were sidekicks at being near each other. It was convenient, especially since they spent three years living in the U.A. dorms together, so there weren't any real surprises. They each knew how the other lived.

At one point their friends had joked about them dating unofficially, and it triggered some thoughts in the both of them. When they really thought about it they were, kinda, dating unofficially based on the way they acted and treated each other. They both harbored feelings for each other, though they were oblivious to it at the time.

Of course it was Katsuki that said something first, ever the blunt one. “Are we dating?”

Eijirou blushed and sputtered for a moment before speaking, “Do you want to be?”

“Yes.”

“Then we are!”

“So are you gonna kiss me or what?!” Katsuki growled.

Eijirou smiled happily and jumped at the opportunity.

Even though Eijirou’s hairstyle had stayed the same, the length of his hair had not. He had grown it out to the point where it was just past chin length. It fits in updo’s just right. Not too long, and not too short. There were no strands falling out. It was the perfect length.

All Katsuki wanted to do was run his fingers through it. Were the bright red locks as damaged as he thought they would be? So much bleach, box dye, and hair gel can’t be good for it.

One night, as they were hanging out in the bedroom, background noise on the tv, Eijirou asked a question.

“Will you braid my hair?”

Katsuki’s whole world came to an end. He was transported to some of the only good parts of his childhood.

He was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa in the living room of his childhood home. His mother was sitting behind you, a brush in her hand. His hair had been dampened so it hung to his shoulders from the weight of the liquid. There were hair ties, a comb, and hairspray lined up on the table in front of him. Katsuki melted at the feeling of the brush soothingly scraping against his scalp.

He stayed perfectly still as his mother created the part and sectioned off the hair. He didn’t move once as his mother weaved her hands through the strands. He obediently handed her hair ties when needed and shielded his face when she sprayed the hairspray.

He would stare at himself in the mirror afterwards, amazed at the unruly blonde locks finally tamed and tied down.

He thought about another time and the roles were reversed.

Katsuki now sat on the sofa while his mom kneeled in front of him facing the table with the supplies neatly laid upon them.

This time he was the one spraying down his mothers hair. He was the one brushing through. He was the one parting and sectioning the hair, and weaving the strands between his fingers.

He couldn’t stop smiling, this time.

These experiences he kept with him forever, even after his mother fell ill and died. Even when his father fell into depression at the loss of her. Katsuki still braided his hair, and remembered his mother.

“Katsuki?” He heard Eijirou's voice, and was jolted firmly into the present.

“Go wet your hair and bring me my brush and comb.”

Eijirou beamed.

There was no sofa this time, or table with neatly arranged supplies. This time it was his shared bed, with the man he loves sitting before him and the supplies scattered across the quilt.

This time the hair he brushed through was bright red instead of pale blonde. When he ran his fingers through it, he knew that somehow Eijirou managed to keep his hair healthy despite the heaps of product it endures every day.

Katsuki parts the hair in front of him perfectly down the middle. He carefully brushes the hair he’s not ready to braid yet into a pony tail, then twists it into a neat bun, tucking in all the loose hairs and flyaways.

He takes the first section and splits it into three, and crosses them over each other in the start of the braid. Taking up a new strand with each movement. He weaves the hair together into a tight, neat pleat and ties it off on the end before starting on the next one.

Katsuki and Eijirou sit there and work in a completely comfortable silence, only broken to ask for a hair tie, or for Eijirou to tilt his head a certain way for easier access.

Eijirou was completely content. His eyes lulled shut as he basked in the feeling of fingers through his hair. He loved knowing that he was going to get to keep something that Katsuki worked hard on. Something he knew meant alot to his boyfriend.

Katsuki thinks about his mother, and he thinks about Eijirou. He thinks about how things may have gone if they had the chance to meet. Mitsuki Bakugou is a hard woman to get along with, but if anyone could have managed it, it would have been Eijirou Kirishima.

The silence continued as Katsuki quickly weaved together the strands of the second braid. He was efficient in his work, and not one hair was out of place.

Katsuki put his hand up to shield Eijirou’s eyes as he sprayed the hairspray, and then held up a mirror so that Eijirou could see how the braids looked.

Looking at the beam on his boyfriend’s face all Katsuki could think was, I think my mom would have liked you.

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The longest list of noun names you’ll ever see

Here is an ever-growing list of noun names + nicknames. Suggest some more in the doc or in any way you wish.

(Seriously come get ya’lls noun names this is like the longest list ever)

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Queercoded

Everyone sees how you look at your best friend. Everyone sees the way all your icons are queer. Everyone sees the way you dress. Everyone sees your lack of proper love interest. Well, except for Reddit, but what can you do, really?

#grey and emma

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Never Again

Ship: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: Katsuki and Eijirou run into each other in the kitchen late at night. Katsuki decides to open up. Never Again would they sleep apart.

Word Count: 1.1k

Requested By: n/a

Warnings/Tags: Insomnia,Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug, Bakugou Katsuki-centric, Supportive Kirishima Eijirou, Light Angst, Mainly Fluff, Fluff, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine

Author’s Note: I wrote this one a while back, believe it or not, while watching a hockey game. It was stuck in beta for a while though, and i had other stuff to post. You guys got any ideas for what I should do next?

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Katsuki had gotten sick of the protein bars he kept in his room, especially after eating them almost every night when he inevitably got hungry. He hasn't been sleeping so well these days, and since the dorm eats dinner so early, he’s usually still wide awake when he’s ready to eat again.

He had just washed his dishes and was filling up a water bottle to bring into his room when he heard footsteps. He tensed, turning off the water before freezing. He remained completely still, until the source of the noise walked into the kitchen. When he saw that messy red hair, he relaxed almost instantly.

Eijirou did a double take, “You’re still awake? I thought you’d be passed out by now.” Katsuki took a moment to answer him. He usually would be passed out by now. Normally he makes a point to go to bed only a couple hours after dinner. He even said goodnight earlier, before going back to his room for the night. But after everything that has happened lately it's just not as easy as it used to be. “I’m used to being on guard. I don’t know how to relax anymore,” is what he said when he finally spoke.

Eijirou, who had walked to the pantry to grab a box of cereal, looked over at Katsuki in surprise. He wasn’t one to share his feelings openly, even with Kirishima.

They were silent for a while. Just continuing their tasks in silence. Eijirou was trying to be tactful with his response. He knew that if he said the wrong thing, Katsuki would just calm down. Then they wouldn’t get anywhere. Katsuki was just internally yelling at himself for actually saying that outloud.

You fucking dumbass, you’re no better than the other extras with that mushy bullshit. He thought to himself. Externally he just closed his water bottle and sat at the kitchen island, watching Eijirou pour his milk before his cereal like an absolute heathen.

When the silence was finally broken, it was Eijirou who initiated it. “That’s understandable,” he said in a surprisingly upbeat tone for someone who’s talking through such a big mouthful of Frosted Flakes that he should be choking.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue.

“I mean think about it,” Eijirou said after swallowing. He waved his spoon in the air, flinging milk all over the kitchen.

This is why we have ants goddammit. Katsuki thought

Eijirou ignored the look Katsuki gave him and continued gesticulating as he talked.“Any one of us in this class could be diagnosed with PTSD, and a myriad of other things. I mean we’ve all been through trauma during LOV attacks. You, more than any of us. Plus we’re literally going through training to stay alert constantly.” Eijirou paused. “Honestly, I’m pretty sure most of us have trouble sleeping”

When Eijirou was done talking Katsuki stared at him for a long time. This is far from what he was expecting. He thought he’d just get a ‘ah dude it’s cool, you know since you were kidnapped and stuff, like a weakling’ not an actual valid answer.

Really fucking annoying when he’s right, Katsuki thought to himself.

It was obvious that Eijirou didn’t expect Katsuki to have a response, since he kept talking. “You know, babe, you could always come to my room if you can't sleep. I know better than to suggest you stay up with the rest of us in the common room, but you could always hang in my room until I come back,” He smiled. “I’ll never turn down more quality time, and quality cuddles, with my boyfriend.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but only because he didn’t want to give Eijirou the satisfaction of a smile. Eijirou had this way of turning heavy things so light. He made his emotions seem so strong, yet still manageable. He made things not seem so overwhelming. Though he knew this was true, he’d never admit it outloud to Eijriou. Especially knowing that he didn’t need to, cause Eijirou already knew.

He’d never taken comfort in someone knowing him so well. Maybe that was because the only person who had ever known him this well was Deku. Or maybe he just didn’t like opening up, and was just a very private person. Maybe both.

“We’ll see about that,” He finally said in response to Eijirou’s offer.

The redhead had stepped away from his cereal and walked over to the side of the island that Katsuki was sitting at. He stood right next to him before placing his big hands on Katsuki’s hips and twisting him around on the barstool so that he was facing him. He leaned close and pressed a soft, chaste kiss on Katsuki’s lips. “Come and stay with me tonight,” he was so close that Katsuki could feel the words on his lips.

He almost sighed at the thought, but he insisted on being difficult. “You that desperate to get me into bed? Using comforting my insomnia as a way to get into my pants?” He growled playfully.

Eijirou rolled his eyes, “You wouldn’t process any of your emotions if it wasn’t for me, babe. I deserve some cuddles. Thought i wouldn’t be opposed-”

Katsuki interrupted him with a forceful kiss on the lips. “Shut the fuck up,” he said when he pulled away for a miniscule amount of time before getting right back to business. Nipping at eijirou’s bottom lip with his teeth, and tangling his hands in the larger boy’s hair.

Eijirou moaned into his mouth, before pulling Katsuki to the edge of the stool so he was pressed between his legs. The kiss may have started out forceful, but when Eijirou curled his tongue into the roof of Katsuki’s mouth the boy nearly went limp, allowing Eijirou full control.

The kiss became slow.. All of the emotions they would never talk about outloud flowing through them. This kiss wasn’t about physical need, but about emotional need. It was about Katsuki trusting Eijirou enough to spill his unfiltered thoughts to him. It was about Eijirou immediately taking him seriously and offering comfort and solutions.

“I love you,” Eijirou said through a panting breath , when he finally pulled away from Katsuki. He could feel the vibrations against his lips. They were so close.

That’s what this kiss was about.

They walked hand in hand back to Eijirou’s room, and that’s where they slept.

Eijirou would lay down on his back and Katsuki would curl into his side, eyes closed. They would hold each other close in comfort and happiness. In love.

They stayed that way, in comfortable silence for a long time, before, finally, they fell asleep.

And when they woke in the morning, they both knew that this was the best sleep they had in a long time.

When they woke in the morning, they knew that neither of them would sleep without the other again.

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Leave The Door Open

Title: Leave The Door Open

Ship: Tsukishima Kei/Hinata Shoyou

Summary: Tsukishima Kei and Hinata Shoyou are locked in the club room before practice. Tensions and hormones are high, and proximity is close. How will these boys cope?

Word Count: 2,086

Requested By: Tiffany on Ao3

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Locked In, Making Out, Boredom, Tsukishima Kei Being an Asshole, Hinata Shouyou is Sunshine

Author’s Note: I genuinely think that tsukishima would make out with hinata if he got bored enough

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Shoyou had just gotten to the club room when someone else walked in. He looked up expecting Kageyama, who sometimes comes early, but was surprised to see Tsukshima kei.

Shoyou doesn’t think much of the change. Sure, he was used to being alone when he first got to the school, but he wasn’t going to complain about company. Even if said company was decidedly grumpy. So, he went along with his usual routine. They continued in silence, facing opposite sides of the room. At least, until Shoyou went to leave and his bag was no longer there. “Tsukishima.” Shoyou spoke, alarmed, “Where’s my bag?”

“Stopping the door?” He didn’t look.

“No! It’s not!” He was more alarmed now.

Kei turned around, only half way through putting on his shirt. He looked towards where he saw the bag last and swore when he saw the door closed entirely. Normally this would be fine, because there’s usually a whole team of volleyball players around to open the door from the outside. However, it was 5 in the goddamn morning and Shoyou and Kei were the only ones around.

Tsukishima seethed, “How could you be so stupid?”

“I didn’t even do anything!” Shoyou shouted in return.

“Well who the hell did it then!”

“Obviously not me, cause I was getting dressed!”

“The bag couldn’t have moved itself!”

“Maybe it just wasn’t stable?” Shoyou sighed, “I don’t know, but it’s over now. We’re stuck here.”

Kei rolled his eyes and sat down against the wall. If they’re going to be trapped in this room until someone gets here, he may as well sit down. Maybe he’ll go back to sleep.

This worked for a while, but Shoyou doesn’t often go long without moving. He tried to practice receiving, but he was too bad and the room was too small so he kept hitting himself in the face. He tried practicing jumps, but once again the room was too small and his head suffered. Eventually Kei got sick of it and yelled at him to sit down. Seeing no other options, Shoyou did.

Both of their phones were trapped outside the room. Shoyou’s in his bag, and Kei’s in the gym where he dropped off his stuff on the way to the club room.

About half an hour of silence passed when Shoyou finally spoke. Honestly it might be a record for him. “I’m bored.”

Kei pinned him with a searing glare, “Really? I could have never guessed.”

“You can't tell me you aren’t bored. You’ve been sitting there in the corner, completely silent, forever!”

Kei rolled his eyes, “Of course I'm bored, but I know better than to try and find something to do in an empty room. Also it’s five in the goddamn morning, not everyone has as much energy as you this early.”

Shoyou huffed and slid further down the wall. “Why don’t we play a game or something.”

“No.” Kei’s eyes were still closed. He’s hoping he’ll slip into a coma or something to get out of this situation. He figures sleep is the more feasible option so he’s going for that one.

“Come on,” Shoyou whined, “Why not? I might die if we keep just doing nothing.”

“Perfect.” Kei still didn’t open his eyes, but he could imagine the look on shoyous face when he smirked.

“Stingyshima.” Shoyou grumped for another five minutes before he spoke again. “What about-” he began only to be interrupted by Kei.

“No.”

This time another half hour passed. But Kei was the first to speak, “How the hell is your little boyfriend not here yet. Doesn’t he usually come at the ass crack of dawn to set for you?”

“He doesn’t usually come until seven. I have two hours to myself in the morning. Also, he’s not my boyfriend, ew.” Kei’s eyes were open so he saw the physical cringe that thought caused in Shoyou.

“Really?” He was genuinely curious, he always thought there was at least something between the two. “You guys look like you’ve either been together for like 18 years, or that you’ve been denying your feelings for each other for that long.” Kei chuckled.

“Um, absolutely not. Kageyama is a great teammate and a great friend, but i feel like he’d probably be a horrible boyfriend. At least to me. I’m sure there’s someone out there for him.”

Kei couldn’t help but laugh.

Shoyou couldn’t help but join in. “What about you and Yamaguchi? They act very much like a partner.”

Kei nearly gagged. “Absolutely not. I’ve known them for way too long. Also they're disappointingly into women, not that I blame them.”

“You know, I should've guessed that. Their whole cottage core vibe is very lesbian esque.”

Kei smiled. A real smile, not that mocking one he usually shows off. It was small, sure, but it was real. “I’ve told them that many times.”

They fell back into silence but this time it was comfortable. This time they were quiet together. The room somehow felt so much bigger. Like somehow they were limiting themselves to the space without each other in it, but now they've connected, even if it’s only a little bit.

They never would have thought they would bond over being mistaken as taken with their best friends. Even though they would have never thought of it before, it felt right.

Shoyou didn’t know how long they stayed like this. At some point they moved closer together, to the point where they could feel eachothers warmth.

Shoyou blamed this next part on temporary insanity. As if without his permission, Shoyou’s mouth opened and spoke for him. “Do you wanna make out?”

Kei’s head whipped around so fast Shoyou swore it made a cartoon sound effect. “What?” He spoke carefully, as though he was unsure of his control over his mouth.

“I asked if you wanna make out. I mean neither of us are taken, were both into dudes, there’s nothing better to do and-”

“I really don’t want to hear a logical explanation out of you right now.” Kei shook his head in disbelief, but that smile had returned.

Shoyou decided he liked that smile. “Is that a yes?” He grinned.

Kei tried not to think too hard about it. “Sure.”

Shoyou smiled so bright Kei was sure he was going to be blinded. “Can I sit on your lap?”

He took a moment to be confused by the question. “Why?”

Shoyou giggled, “Because I’m small, and you’re alot bigger than me. I like that.”

Kei would never admit that went straight to his dick. “Alright.” He would also never admit to the smile he wore while Shoyou straddled his lap, putting his arms around his neck and playing with the hairs at his nape.

Their faces were only inches apart, and when Kei reached to put his hands on Shoyous waist the smaller boy arched his back so that their bodies were pressed together. Kei could feel shoyous breath on his lips. He leaned forward to close the gap.

But shoyou leaned away, only a little. He allowed for their lips to graze, but smiled as he pulled away. He wanted to tease more.

Kei wouldn’t allow that. He surged forward at the same time as he pulled Shoyou closer. Their lips met and shoyou gasped. It was so warm. And so good. He held on tighter to Kei, hoping that he could somehow move closer, but it was impossible to be any closer than they were in the moment.

One of Kei’s hands moved from shoyou’s waist, up his back, to the back of his head pressing their lips together harder, as though that would somehow allow them to dive into each other’s skin.

Shoyou hummed and gripped the back of Kei's shirt. He needed to breathe but he didn’t want to stop. So he didn’t.

Kei nipped at shoyous lip, hard enough to sting just right and shoyou gasped. Kei took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. Shoyou whimpered at the sensation. That only spurred Kei on further.

Shoyou moved his hands from the back of Kei's shirt to brush over his front. He felt over the tough muscle of his pecs and the soft plush of his stomach. His breath hitched so he touched the roof of Shoyou's mouth with his tongue earning another moan.

Kei threaded his fingers through shoyou’s hair tugging firmly. This time the sound was deep from his chest, not a hum of pleasure but a moan. Kei didn’t want to leave Shoyou’s lips, but he took comfort in the fact that he could return. He moved to kiss the side of Shoyou’s mouth, his cheek, his jaw. Then he took his time.

He pressed his lips to Shoyou’s pulse point and sucked. Hard. He bit and licked at the skin. Sucking and kissing, leaving behind a deep purple bruise before moving along the column of the smaller boy's throat.

He fed off the sounds Shoyou released with every bite at his skin. His hands roamed under Shoyou’s t-shirt brushing at the skin just above the waistband of his shorts. This time the sound Shoyou let out was a whimper. “Kei-”

Kei moaned.

Shoyou pulled away. “My turn.” He pressed his lips to Kei’s with renewed fervor. Prying his lips opened to lick inside. He sucked on Kei’s tongue drawing another one of those beautiful moans out of him. He pushed his hands under Keis shirt finally feeling the warmth of his skin without the barrier of clothing between them. “Can i-” His breathing was heavy, “Off.” He sacrificed the warmth of the Kei’s skin to tug on the hem of his shirt.

Kei sat up off the wall to pull his shirt over his head as he spoke, “Only if you do too.”

Shoyou nodded, lifting his arms up and allowing Kei to lift his shirt above his head. The second he could, Shoyou surged forward, attaching his lips to his collarbones. He couldn’t resist all of this pale skin before him like a blank canvas ready to be painted.

Shoyou drank up every one of Kei’s sounds. He began to roll his hips into Keis, desperate for some friction where he needed it most.

Kei’s hips involuntarily bucked up. His fingers dug into the skin of Shoyou's back, feeling the corded muscle moving beneath as he dragged his hips over Kei’s. The room was filled with the sounds of their panting breaths, their clothes rubbing against each other, and their desperate moans.

Kei wanted more. So much more. He wanted to feel, and taste every inch of Shoyou. He wanted to now. And he wanted all of that so much more every time he felt shoyous hardness grind against his own. It felt so good. Just grinding through clothes shouldn’t feel so good. But it did. It felt so good that his head was beginning to feel so light.

Kei’s head tipped back when Shoyou’s tongue brushed over his nipple. He groaned loudly when he bit down. His grip tightened on Shoyou as his hips bucked up violently, only causing shoyou to grind down with more fervor.

Kei pulled Shoyou’s lips back to meet his, and was so lost in the pleasure that he almost didn’t notice when the door to the club room opened.

He looked towards the door, eyes heavy and lidded until he saw the figure in the doorway. He recognized who it was immediately. A tall figure with dark hair and wide blue eyes. Shoyou only lifted off of him when he heard the scream of disgust.

Shoyou turned around, not releasing his grip on Kei, to see Kageyama Tobio standing in the doorway no longer facing the boys on the floor of the club room.

Tobio groaned again, “What the FUCK!”

“Kageyama!” Shoyou leaped off of Kei, searching for his shirt to cover himself with, apparently more concerned with his nipples than his very apparent hard-on.

Kei just sighed and let his head fall back against the wall, too frustrated with the denial of his bliss to care that Tobio was standing there staring at him. A version of him that wasn’t sneering down at him, but on the floor looking absolutely fucked out and covered in hickeys.

“Him?!” Tobio shouted incredulously at Shoyou.

“Shut up Kageyama!” Shoyou shouted back at Tobio, thus was their dynamic.

“Get dressed!” And with that, Tobio turned and left the room.

Leaving the door open, of course.

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