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klance-fics · 3 years

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college/university aus:

if the silence was a song

“It’s … Your show is on so late at night,” Keith tries to explain, as if Lance didn’t know this already. “I guess I was just wondering why that is.”

A crackling silence answers him, and Keith’s stomach sinks. Did Lance hang up? Keith can’t exactly blame him.

But then he hears Lance make a noise––a short huff of breath that might have been either an impatient sigh or a quiet laugh … Keith has no clue.

“That’s the reason you’re calling? To complain about my time slot?”

or, Keith starts anonymously calling Lance's college radio show and develops an unexpected crush.

it grows stronger

College campuses are a cesspool of awkward encounters. Some more unnerving than others, as Lance comes to find. He thinks it's important to note that in all those instances, Keith is there to witness them. Actually, that's unfair. Admittedly Keith happens be useful in getting him out of those situations. Affection, as it goes, grows stronger when you're constantly being "saved" by a protective rival – but mostly friend at this point.

Or 5 times Keith helped Lance out of a situation and the 1 time Lance tried to pay back the saves.

thread our way through a string of stars

Lance is a humble astrophysics student trying to conduct research, which turns out to be a bit difficult to do when he finds a strange guy sitting in his customary research spot. A strange guy looking for aliens, no less.

Lance isn't going to stand for this.

you should date me

“I can read you, Keith Kogane. You’re tired and maybe a little sad, and this mask will lift your spirits, heal your aura, align your chakras. Trust me.”

“I chrusht myou,” Keith says through his fish lips, Lance's hands warm against his squished cheeks, his heart pounding ridiculously in his chest.

Dewey Despicable

"To the toddler who left coffee stains all over the ancient myth books – have you ever heard of these fantastic things called lids? You can put them on all sorts of things; cups, Tupperware, a coffin. Which is exactly what I’ll be shutting you in if you desecrate my thesis paper’s primary sources again."

when the lights go out

Date and a Fifth: a type of party in which everyone must come with a date and a 750 ML bottle of hard alcohol (fifth). However, you must stay zip tied to your date until the two of you finish the entire bottle together.

(In which Lance needs a date, Keith needs cash, and maybe they fall in love along the way.)

Very Gay a.k.a Keith Kogane

“Can I get a name?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m - “ Keith pauses, if only for a moment, because he could not only get drunk over the voice that barista is graced with, but also in those eyes. Those cheekbones, lips, eyelashes. That skin, hair, nose. And woah, just woah.

Don’t fuck this up, Brain.

“I’m - uh, I’m gay.”

You’re an asshole, Brain.

[Or based on the prompt that Keith is too gay to function and he's at the mercy of a cute Cuban boy with bright blue eyes behind the counter.]

Blade of Ducklings

“Hey, babe?”

Keith hums, eyes never leaving his phone as he leans forward for his greeting kiss, something Lance provides without hesitation.

“Are you aware there’s a baby duck on your head?” Lance asks as he pulls away from his boyfriend’s cheek to stare at the small duckling on Keith’s hair, snuggled up and quacking softly.

“Yeah, turns out I have a son now.”

“Cool. Does he have a name?”

“Blade.”

“I don’t even know why I ask.”

[The one where Keith adopts a duckling my accident and comes to realization that letting your child fly away is the hardest part of being a parent.]

unmixed signals

Lance honked his horn. “Keith, get your bitch ass in my car before I run you over.”

“Sorry my dad taught me not to enter strangers’ cars.”

“You’re gonna get sick standing out here just get in.”

Keith cupped his hands around his mouth. “HELP!” he yelled. “I don’t know this man! He’s trying to kidnap me!”

In which a rainy Sunday morning brings with it some wet groceries, a valiant rescue, and some much needed romantic clarity.

Dorks

Inspired by a post on Tumblr!

Keith wants to die. The Hot Guy in his bio class was actually listening to him talk about aliens. That's it. He's done. Kill him now.

Poor Shiro is just trying to keep his little brother sane.

#klance #klance fic rec #laith #vld keith #vld lance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #au: college/university #fluff #angst #humor

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megfloresprotectionsquad · 3 years

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bless your posts seriously, all this shelby and toni dont fit? we have the typical enemies to lovers in a lesbian couple the DAMN MAIN ROMANCE if people saw shows, movies read books they can see the way sheby and toni's love story is heading to endgame, this ship is been happening since the first episode with clues, hints and tropes, the way they are treat it individual and together we have this amazing love, they good for each other and bring the best but there is blind people saying no? next.

im a tv and book junkie, so analyzing shit is my bread and butter. shelby and toni are getting main romance treatment and it's so fucking exciting? the only other lesbian relationship i can think of that is similar is Rae and Scylla from Motherland (who, spoilers, hilariously, do lovers to enemies, to be continued. its super epic go watch it if you havent)

i was watching the boys last night and they had this quick parody scene about maeve vs the media who want to show her off as lesbian rep in the superhero group (her gf elena was like bitch firstly she's bisexual) but they did this real fast scene of the media managers being like well you see people respond better if one lesbian is butch and the other fem, to ya know follow gender norms, since society can't understand two feminine women being together. i screamed. it was hilarious. elena was like wtf is happening. anyways.

shelby and toni actually sorta fit into this idea the boys parodied. while toni is not super fem like shelby, she not butch, and is easily viewed as "more" feminine than whats acceptable in a lesbian relationship, cause like the boys reminded us, gender roles matter :))

i think people who hate shelby love toni because toni is an easier portrayal of a lesbian character that they're used to. she's aggressive and slightly gnc (but not really, honestly, shes dresses like a lot of women, shelby is the one who is just extremely feminine), and talks about eating pussy while eating oysters, she plays basketball. now, things like aggression and even being athletic are considered male traits, which is why so many prefer to slap them onto lesbian relationships and be like oh so toni's the man of the relationship, got it.

so then they look at shelby and she's everything they subconsciously hate. extremely feminine and religious and calm and collected. that's not a lesbian, their minds say, lesbians aren't like that. even when shelby's episode rolls around we still have people refuting the evidence of both shelby being a lesbian and shelby and toni being the obvious main couple. people still refer to shelby as an indoor princess as if that is remotely supported in canon lmao. our first scene of shelby on the island was her rescuing marty and tearing up her top to bandage her ankle for crying out loud.

so anyways, what im getting at, is that a lot of people fucking hate feminine lesbians and a lot of people hate shelby for being religious and rich, so they tie it all together and force this perplexing narrative about shelby that just doesn't make sense. i even want to add that, as in so many opposite attracts, hot and cold, dynamics, if these two were men, more people wouldn't be hating them, but adoring them (ie think of Lance and Keith from Voltron). so yeah sorry for this ramble, i just woke up, hope this makes a lick of sense.

#the wilds #long post

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moonguilt · 4 years

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molten gold

(written for a zine application, but I decided I would post it here and on ao3. it’s short but i had fun with it :) happy holidays, enjoy!)

Pairing: Keith/Lance

Wordcount: 1852

Read on my AO3 here!

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“God, I’m so boooored.” Lance’s aggravated face popped up on the Black Lion’s main cockpit window, casting a faint red glow over Keith’s dashboard. Keith couldn’t exactly blame him; this so-called “space road trip” to Earth was taking much longer than they’d hoped, and inhabitable planets where they could take pit stops were few and far between.

A yellow glow appeared soon thereafter. “It feels like we’ve been flying for quintants,” Hunk groaned in agreement, his body half-way sunken into his chair. “Have we been flying for quintants? I definitely think we have. I pee approximately every five vargas, and since we left Iyethos, I think I’ve peed like...” He lifted a hand and started counting on his fingers, then sprung up in his seat, eyes wide. “Ohh, my God, I’m measuring time in intervals of pee. My sanity has reached a critical low.”

“Good Groggery, do humans really urinate so frequently?” Blue light entered the mix as Coran’s excited face materialized far too close to the screen, his body gracelessly crammed into the space between the control panel and the chair. Allura was leaning as far away as she could, her expression torn between annoyance and exhaustion.

Keith heard footsteps behind him, and a moment later Shiro’s robotic hand settled on the chair’s backrest. “Well, it depends on the—”

“Alright, no, we’re not having this conversation,” Keith interrupted immediately, already feeling the first pricks of a headache. “I know we’re all bored out of our minds, but I’m not gonna sit through you guys having some kind of pseudo-scientific discussion about the human bladder.” He dragged a gloved hand down his face. “There has got to be something better for you guys to entertain yourselves with.”

Finally, a green-tinted video feed flickered to life on his screen. “Say no more,” Pidge declared, smirking and cockily kicking her legs up onto the dashboard, only to find that she was a bit too short to maintain the position comfortably. She struggled for a moment before admitting defeat and sitting upright again. “Guess who just finished installing the latest Monsters and Mana data into our Lions’ shared network? As well as…” She adjusted her glasses. “... a dice bot?”

Lance was the first to react. “For real?!” he exclaimed, perking up in a way that Keith, at this point, could admit to himself was cute. “I mean—if you guys wanna play it, you know, I’ll tag along I guess.” He schooled his expression back into one of neutrality, pretending to examine his fingernails before realizing that he was, in fact, wearing gloves.

Pidge raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Oh, you mean you’ll lower yourself to play a nerd game with us humble nerds, huh?”

“I am feeling charitable today, Pidgey.”

Coran was leaping in too close to the screen again before anyone else could get a word out. “Well what are we waiting for? I’ve been wanting to try out my newest campaign for longer than a Yarupian Velrod’s first—”

“Hey, hang on, Coran.” Lance held his hands together in a T shape. “Keith doesn’t have a character yet.” He paused, then jolted in his seat a bit. “Or, uh, Krolia, or Romelle, or Shiro technically since, uh, you know, the last one wasn’t really his…” The faintest color started to rise to his cheeks, barely visible in the red glow of his lion’s cockpit.

Pretty, Keith’s mind informed him helpfully.

“... Anyway, plus they probably don’t even know how to play—”

“Of course I know how to play!” Romelle interjected, looking affronted as she squeezed past Coran and into the frame. “I used to play this all the time!”

“It is a highly popular Altean pastime,” Allura admitted. Only the top of her head was visible over her fellow Alteans. It seemed she had managed to squeeze far enough away in her seat to give their unpredictable limb movements a wide berth.

“And I do have my… ah… the clone’s memories,” Shiro added, his words coming out somewhat choppy and uncomfortable, “so… I know how it works. I think.”

“I will admit I am familiar with the game as well.” Keith nearly jumped out of his skin as his mother’s voice spoke over his shoulder. When did she get there? Wasn’t she sleeping? God, she was silent as the grave. “It is an excellent way during free time for Blade members to train their strategic skills and team working abilities through intricate problem-solving simulations.”

“... Yeah that sounds fun,” Lance commented in a flat tone, then waved emphatically at Keith. “Well still, Keith’s got no idea—”

Keith could hear the obnoxious grin on Shiro’s face as he inhaled. “Well, actually—”

“Shiro, no.”

“Keith’s not really as inexperienced as you might think—”

“Do not.”

“See, the thing about him and Matt and Adam is—”

Keith didn’t even allow himself a moment of pity over the slight hesitation in Shiro’s voice when mentioning Adam. He was too busy jumping up and clambering over his seat to tackle his adoptive brother. Try as he might, though, he wasn’t strong enough to get a hand over Shiro’s laughing mouth before—

“—they were total Dungeons and Dragons dorks.”

Keith let out a garbled noise, somewhere between a growl and a wail, and slumped back into his seat, letting his messy hair fall into his face. He could have sworn he heard a hum of amusement from Krolia’s direction.

He was allowed a moment of silent wallowing, and then:

“WHAT? Are you serious?!”

“Incredible! Why, Keith, if you were already fighting dragons at that age—”

“Shiro, my dude, I love and trust you, but you are definitely lying right now—”

“He’s not.”

All attention turned to Pidge, who was now fixing Keith with a knowing look that he did not like one bit.

“Pidge…” he grumbled in warning. She merely winked in his direction.

“It’s all true. Matt would come home and ramble about all the wacky quests he would send you guys on. He always took it easy on you, though, because you were a wittle baby,” she crooned, sticking out her lower lip. “Keith was like… thirteen, max, when they started. And he always played an edgy self-insert barbarian named—”

Keith’s irritation turned to absolute dread; a veritable wave of ice rushed down his spine. He didn’t even have time to protest.

“—Thunderstorm Darkness.”

You could hear a pin drop in the split second silence that followed.

“... No way,” Lance whispered, and like that, the dam broke.

Howling laughter from all around met Keith’s ears. He hunched down in his chair and shot both Pidge and Shiro absolute death glares as his teammates laughed so hard they cried. Shiro had the decency to look at least a little apologetic, but Pidge only fell into even louder hysterics.

“What?” Keith demanded hotly, his burning shame urging him to defend himself. Kosmo wandered over and began snuffling at Keith’s legs, as if sensing his distress. “I was a kid! And it’s not even that bad, you guys are overreacting—”

“THUNDERSTORM DARK—PFFFFTTT—” Lance’s laughing face was beautiful, even when he was laughing at Keith’s expense. Stupid beautiful Lance.

Keith couldn’t even find it in himself to stay mad when Lance’s bright laughter echoed around the cockpit. He was really starting to regret this whole “falling in love” thing. It definitely gave Lance way too much power over him.

Ah, did he say love? He meant crush. Stupid little crush. Keith was just very gay, and Lance was just very handsome. And nice. And smart. And funny. And heroic. And—

“Alright, everybody, that’s enough,” Shiro’s voice cut through his spiralling thoughts. “Why don’t we give everyone a minute to figure out their characters’ attributes and statistics? I’d like to make a new one too, personally.”

Everyone calmed down a bit after that; it was valid for Shiro to want to create a new character, after all. It was his own way of moving forward, in a sense. Starting fresh.

The team rambled about their past Monsters and Mana adventures while Keith, Shiro, Krolia, and Romelle listened quietly and designed their characters. Krolia’s choice of a basic fighter class was no surprise; neither was Romelle’s choice of druid, given her love of cute little animals.

When Shiro was finished, he cleared his throat and announced with great gusto:

“My character will be named Kiro. I want him to be a paladin.”

Hunk let out a defeated sigh, but everyone smartly kept their mouths shut.

Lance leaned forward then, his pretty blue eyes on full display. It took a moment for Keith to realize that his lips were moving too. Huh, that’s nice. Keith liked it when Lance’s lips moved. Oh, but they were frowning now. Wait, why were they frowning?

“Uh—what?” Keith stammered belatedly, willing his face to remain neutral. “I… zoned out.” He could feel his ears burning and quickly adjusted his hair to cover them.

Lance rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Dude, you were looking right at me while I was speaking to you, I don’t know how you managed to ‘zone out.’ Unless...” Something else must have occurred to him then, because his brows furrowed, and concern washed over his expression.

Oh no. No no no—

“Are you alright, man? You been getting enough sleep?” Lance’s gaze swept over Keith’s body, which nearly shivered under the attention. Keith thanked whatever deity out there that he still had some semblance of self control. “We don’t have to do this right now if you’re not up for it. You gotta take care of yourself, Keith,” he concluded, his tone far gentler than it had been just moments earlier.

Oh.

Something twisted in Keith’s chest at the way his name sounded coming from Lance’s lips, soft with worry. It churned and coiled around his sternum for a moment before melting into his very core, creating a hot gooey feeling that climbed to his shoulders and pooled in his stomach simultaneously. Lance may as well have poured molten gold into his veins, for all the warmth and all the worth with which it filled him.

“... I’m okay,” Keith managed eventually, dragging himself out of his reverie, only to find the rest of the team dead silent and watching him with amused expressions. “So. Um. What were we talking about?” He was so ready for this conversation to move on to safer territory.

Lance did not seem to catch Keith’s little moment of weakness, if his cheerful demeanor was any indication. “I was asking what your character is,” he clarified, leaning forward with another one of those devilish grins that drove Keith crazy in the best way. “Come on, mullet, lay it on us.”

That was enough to draw a hefty sigh from Keith, but he cleared his throat and answered anyway:

“He’s a barbarian, and his name is Thunderstorm Darkness.”

And, sure, Keith knew his teammates’ teasing would be endless. But it was a necessary sacrifice. One that paid off, he thought to himself, reveling in the fresh bout of laughter that shook Lance’s form, and the knowledge that he was responsible for it.

#its getting close to dinner time over in the states i think ish #so merry christmas eve to those of u who celebrate #and to everybody else happy holidays #this is probably a bad night to post this tbh but im impatient so here it is #here you can read this if ur antisocial and u dont wanna interact with ur family tonight #bc. mood #klance #monsters and mana #fanfic #lavender letters #i need to learn how to format fanfics nicely so they look good on my tumblr. hm #... some day

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whatarubberchicken · 4 years

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The Bodyguard’s Tale -Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Keith felt awful. His head hurt, his neck hurt—hell, his whole body hurt. Plus, he had a fever. He’d already called Lance’s former bodyguard captain, and fortunately, Hunk was very understanding and agreed to take over Keith’s watch.

Which was good, because Keith wasn’t sure he could move right now.

Not that it stopped Lance.

“Hey! Mullet!! Why are you still in bed?!” he yelled, entering the room without so much as a knock.

“Lance, wait! I told you, he’s sick!” Hunk was whispering, trying to pull the prince away.

“No, he’s not! He’s Galra! They never get sick! He’s just faking it so you can’t go to that fancy cooking competition you were telling me about.”

“Lance, seriously?” Hunk exclaimed, still trying to be quiet. “I doubt Keith even knows about that, much less made himself sick just to spite me!”

“We’ll see about that!” Lance said, glaring down at his bodyguard, who was currently cocooned in his blankets. “Mullet! Are you dying?!” He cocked his head as Keith stared blearily up at him.

Maybe, Keith thought. He sure felt like it. Death would even be a mercy at this point. Surely the universe could do him a favor just this once, right? Lance got right up in his face, so Keith had to cross his eyes to see him. Ugh. That didn't make him feel better...

“Then again, you don’t look very good, Keithy-boy.”

Oh, no, you think? Gods, my stomach hurts….

“Lance,” he groaned, surprising himself with how scratchy his voice sounded. “Go away.”

Lance blinked at him and finally allowed Hunk to shoo him out of the room, the big guard muttering apologies to Keith the whole time. Keith made a mental note to apologize to Hunk too. He hadn’t heard about a cooking competition, but he did know it was a beloved hobby for the other guard….

He fell asleep before he could think anymore.

And woke up to something poking his cheek.

“I’m telling you, Coran, I’ve never seen him like this before!” Lance was exclaiming, way too loudly.

Something poked his cheek again. Keith growled and attempted to burrow further into his blankets. He DID NOT FEEL GOOD! Did they not get that memo? Why was Lance here again?!

“Welp, judging from these pheromone levels, I can tell you that he hasn’t got anything contagious, at least,” this Coran person said.

Keith was still annoyed, but felt a bit of relief. At least now he knew Lance couldn’t catch whatever-this-was by continually barging in here. Lance would be the biggest baby if he ever got sick—and Keith would have to take care of him!

“He’s just going into heat.”

“WHAT?!?!”

Keith wasn’t sure who screamed louder, him or Lance. He sat up, feeling instantly dizzy, but very aware that there was a man with a huge orange mustache peering at him—waaay too close into his personal space!

“I—I am not in heat!” he sputtered.

“Oh, a rut then?” Coran said, glancing down Keith’s body. Keith felt his face go bright red and pulled his covers closer. If this man tried to peek under his blankets, he was going to be missing an arm! “You’re a bit small for an alpha… might be because you’re a half-breed—”

“Who are you?!” Keith asked, very, very offended now.

“Ah,” the mustachioed man said, standing up straight, “I am Kórann Hieronymus Wimble—”

“Are you a doctor?” Keith interrupted, really not caring.

Coran pouted. “Well, not exactly…. Perhaps if we contact Prince Lotor, he can—”

“NO!” Keith didn’t know if it was the hormones of whatever-this-was or what, but the idea of seeing Lotor right now…. He either wanted to kill something or vomit. Possibly both.

“Coran, maybe we should just let Keith get some sleep,” Lance suggested quietly, staring at his bodyguard.

“Yes, yes, nothing to do but wait it out I’m afraid,” Coran agreed. “Don’t worry, you’ll have your usual bodyguard back in a few days, your grace.” He clapped the prince on the back and led him out of the room.

Keith watched the door close behind them and flopped back down on his bed, suddenly drained of energy.

Great. Just great. He’d presented! And much later than anyone had ever thought he would! No wonder he felt like he’d just spent a day on the training deck with Kolivan!

He woke up to someone humming a lullaby and gently stroking his hair. The touch was slow and soothing, and it made his stomach stop churning for a moment. It felt good. And the dip of the bed and the solid warmth at his side felt extra good. Maybe he should invest in a heating pad?

“…softer than I thought,” he heard the person beside him mumble as their fingers ran through his hair. He couldn’t resist snorting in laughter, now knowing exactly who was in the room with him.

“Despite what you may think, I do wash regularly,” he said, laughing a bit when Lance startled.

“Oh hey, Keithy-boy! How long have you been awake?” Lance asked, chuckling nervously.

Keith felt his suspicion flare. “Why? What did you do to me while you thought I was asleep?” he asked.

“Nothing!”

“Lance,” Keith groaned, rolling over so he could properly face the Altean prince currently sitting on the edge of his bed. “No offense, but you are a terrible liar, your grace.” He stressed the title mockingly.

“I just came to see how you were doing!” Lance exclaimed. “And because, ya know, I saw Coran talking to Lotor earlier, and I don’t think he’d go behind my back like that, but I wanted to make sure your brother didn’t make an unwanted appearance in your bedroom or anything, since I know how much you hate him—plus, Hunk really wanted to go to that cooking competition and I figured that if I’m with you, then I’m technically with a bodyguard and he’s free to live out his dream, so everyone wins, right?!”

Keith chuckled, still half-asleep. “You’re cute when you ramble,” he muttered.

Lance stared at him, eyes wide.

Keith ignored it. He was too tired to deal with all of this. Instead, he grabbed Lance’s hand and put it back into his hair. “Keep doing that,” he demanded. “It felt good.”

Lance hesitated for a moment, but then Keith felt fingers start running through his hair again. He sighed and relaxed against the warm body beside him.

He almost missed Lance’s incredulous whisper, “Oh my God, you’re purring,” before he drifted back off to sleep.

………..

He awoke to more fire in the pit of his stomach, and all of his limbs feeling like they were made of lead. Plus, Lance was no longer petting him or humming a lullaby. Instead, Keith heard a low mutter and saw an annoying blue glow through his eyelids. He cracked an eye open to see Lance sitting nearby, muttering to himself and waving his hands. His cheek markings were glowing.

“You’re not cursing me, are you?” Keith grumbled.

Lance jumped and looked at him. “You’re awake! You want some water?”

“Yeah,” Keith said, struggling to sit up. Ugh, he felt awful! Was this really gonna be a regular thing?!

“About every six months, according to Shiro,” Lance chuckled, handing him a glass.

Keith paled. “I said that out loud?!”

“Yeah, you’re pretty talkative when you’re in heat,” Lance grinned, resting his chin on his hands.

Keith glared. “It’s not a—”

“A heat, a rut, whatever,” Lance said carelessly. He gave Keith a sideways glance. “Shiro seemed surprised it happened at all, and he says he’ll be by later to check on you. Haven’t you talked with someone before about this?”

“There was nothing to talk about,” Keith said, finishing his water. “It’s never happened before. Not all half-breeds have the same… reproductive cycle as pure Galra, and I guess they figured I didn’t get it.” He handed the glass back to Lance and flopped back down on his bed. “Though, if this is how most Galra reproduce, it’s a wonder they aren’t all extinct. I have never felt less sexy in my life.” His whole body hurt, he had a fever, and he felt like he was going to throw up at any minute…

Lance snickered. “Yeah, you don’t look so hot. I mean—well, you look hot, but sweaty-hot, not sexy-hot.”

“Thanks,” Keith said dryly. “Let’s just stop talking about how hot I am.” Lance blushed and looked away and it was Keith’s turn to laugh. “What were you doing earlier?” he asked, gesturing to Lance’s cheek markings, which were still glowing blue in the darkness of the room.

“Just practicing,” Lance said, touching them and smiling fondly. “Allura promised to work on spellcasting with me later this week.”

“You two are so close,” Keith murmured. “Lucky.”

“You sound jealous, Keithy-boy.”

“Mmm,” Keith agreed, rubbing his face and wondering if the room would ever stop spinning. “I dunno if you’ve noticed, but Lotor and I don’t have quite the same relationship that you and Allura do.”

“Yeah,” Lance drawled, relaxing against Keith’s bed and providing that blessed, blessed warmth again, “I’ve never been able to figure that out. You guys really can’t stand each other, huh?”

“It’s how we were raised,” Keith said, curling up against the other boy’s back. Ahh, this felt so good. “Lotor’s always been the undisputed heir, but I do have a small claim to the throne because I’m the emperor’s son. Lotor’s always hated me for that, no matter that the empire would never accept me. Though,” he gave a small laugh, “now that I’ve presented, the council may reconsider and determine I’m Galra enough to take the throne. That’ll be fun.”

“They won’t recall you, will they?” Lance asked, grabbing his hand and looking anxious.

“Doubt it,” Keith mumbled sleepily. After all, he was still only the son of a slave. He peeked an eye open at Lance. “Why? Would you miss me, your grace?” he teased.

Lance blushed bright red and snatched his hand away again. “Course not!” he stammered. “I—I just wanna make sure nothing’s gonna get in the way of Allura taking the throne, that’s all! I mean, if you took over, then something would’ve happened to Lotor, and that means something probably would’ve happened to Allura, and you think you’re not ready to rule, can you imagine what would happen if they put ME in charge?!”

Keith cackled. “We’d burn the universe to the ground.”

“Exactly! …Hey!”

Keith just gave him a cheeky grin. “Let’s do it.”

Lance blinked in surprise, and then laughed. “I think I like it when you’re in heat, Keithy. You’re much more fun—EE-OW!” he yelped when Keith grabbed his collar and pulled him down so they were face-to-face, inches apart.

“I told you,” Keith growled, “it’s not a heat.”

“Okay, okay!” Lance agreed quickly, hands up to show he was no threat. “Not a heat. Got it!”

Keith studied him, still growling. Lance’s eyes were wide and—had they always been so blue? Plus, he smelled amazing. Keith would always hate Lance’s many lotions and scrubs, and he absolutely loathed that the prince’s care routine took way too much time, but he had to admit, Lance’s particular smell was really doing it for him right now.

And his skin—especially his lips—looked so soft….

Keith pulled him down the rest of the way and captured his lips with his own.

Lance made a strangled, confused sound and his arms were probably flailing wildly, but Keith didn’t know or care. He’d closed his eyes to enjoy the softness and the warmth flooding from the other boy, but oh, the taste! Warmth, sweetness, and something just the right kind of tangy. And Lance wasn’t actually trying to get away or anything… In fact, he made another, softer, confused noise, and then he relaxed against Keith, kissing him back.

Keith felt a jolt of electricity jolt down his spine, his heart skipping a beat as he realized… he was kissing Lance! And Lance was kissing him back! And he could totally understand why Lance was making those little contented sighs, because this felt so good! So right!

IwantIwantIwant….

He shifted his grip on Lance’s collar, reaching around to bury his hand in the prince’s hair instead. Lance gave a very gratifying groan (which Keith decided he liked quite a bit) and shifted so it was easier to kiss him. They both decided to deepen the kiss at the same time, and Keith could scarcely believe the needy moan that escaped his own throat. He could feel Lance grin into their kiss and nipped at his lips a bit to teach him his place.

Now, if only he could get rid of these cumbersome clothes and—oh, Lance’s pointed little Altean ears were softer than expected—

Altean.

Altean prince.

Lance was an Altean prince.

The prince Keith was sworn to protect and serve.

He was about to—QUIZNAK!

Keith pushed against Lance, just enough to break their kiss.

“Lance,” he gasped, very aware of how ragged he sounded right now. “You—you need to leave.”

“But—”

“Lance,” he groaned, as the heat in his belly protested by flaring. Apparently, all his previous pain had managed to focus right where he needed it the least! Not helping! Not helping! He had to get the other boy out of this room. Now. “Please.”

Either Lance heard the desperation in his voice or he realized that Keith wasn’t breathing in an effort not to smell the prince and go crazy again, but either way he got up and backed away. His eyes—his beautiful, bright blue eyes—shone with confusion, and Keith groaned again.

“I can’t,” he said, pleading with the other boy to understand. “You’re my job! And I’m not normal right now, you can’t—”

“Yeah, I get it,” Lance said coolly. “I hope you feel better soon, mullet.” With that, he turned and left.

Keith curled up on his tiny bed and tried not to sob as the beast inside him raged at having been denied what it wanted. It wanted to call the other boy back; kiss all that anger and confusion away—But no matter how much he might want it, or how much Lance might think he wanted it, there were rules, dammit!

Rule Number One: don’t sleep with your charge.

Friendship was fine, it was even encouraged. Plenty of bodyguards developed bonds with the ones they protected. But friendship was one thing. Anything more could get them both in trouble. Especially him. He was the disposable one. The screw up.

Frustrated, Keith punched his pillow and screamed into his mattress.

#bodyguard AU #voltronsecretsanta2k19 #klance #finally getting into the ABO aspect #don't worry #still SFW #mostly #some kissing #because they oblivious #but not THAT oblivious

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wendyhamlet · 5 years

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Third time’s the charm

I blame @bittenred (not that I’m complaining lol)

Inspired by @magimagali ‘s amazing art:

http://bittenred.tumblr.com/post/178706387018/magimagali-seven-minutes-in-heaven

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“Everyone find a spot! Hunk scoot over. Lance! Could you grab my phone?”

He turned to where Pidge had motioned and grabbed her phone, joining the circle of his peers sitting on the floor. “Here ya go.” He said as he handed it over, his eyes flickered to her right, daring to glance at Keith while he was distracted.

He took a sip from his bottle, his neck shifting as he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. Condensation glistened on his lower lip, and Lance watched, transfixed as Keith dragged his teeth across it to catch the droplets absentmindedly.

He’d gotten taller, and broader. Backpacking across Europe for the past year with his mom must have been a good workout.

“Lance, finish that bottle off so we can use it.”

Keith’s gaze, redirected by Allura’s comment, flickered over to Lance, their eyes met for a moment, but Lance looked away quickly, cheeks flushing at being caught staring.

He downed the last of his beer and set the bottle down on its side in the middle of their circle. “Alright, who’s first?”

“You might as well.”

He shrugged, needing something to keep him occupied so he wouldn’t keep looking at or thinking about Keith.

Reaching forward, he gave the bottle a good flick, watching as it spun around and around, slowing and finally stopping. On Keith.

The circle all cheered and hooted, laughing at the look on both young men’s faces.

“Time for a new rivalry, who’s the better kisser?” Hunk said between chuckles.

Lance shot an unamused look at his best friend, his cheeks flaming as he stretched across the circle and placed the quickest of kisses against Keith’s cheekbone. “There, who’s next?”

As the game continued around the circle, Lance chanced another quick glance at Keith, having avoided looking at him when he had kissed him, knowing he would have lost the nerve or done something stupid.

Keith was watching the game, laughing when Pidge kissed Allura’s nose. He had a flush of pink across his face, like the last hints of a sunset. It was probably just from the alcohol he had drunk.

“Okay Keith, your turn.”

He spun the bottle, body language relaxed, idly watching the light catch the glass as it slowed to a stop.

Lance felt his heart skip, staring at the neck of the bottle which was pointed directly at him. The noise of the others blurred into static as he lifted his gaze and met Keith’s across the circle. Why was he so hard to read? His expression was neutral, the only hint of what he was thinking being the slight downward angle of his left eyebrow. Also why did he have such great eyebrows? Lance Focus, you’re not in middle school.

“Second match means you’ve gotta kiss on the lips this time.”

Keith rolled his eyes at the giddy proclamation. “Whatever.”

“Whose idea was it to play this anyway?” Lance asked indignantly, his voice cracking slightly.

“Yours, now hurry up and kiss each other or you’ll have to do it French style.”

Lance spluttered, feeling his ears burn from the intensity of his blush. Before he could protest the rules, Keith had slid forward across the circle and pecked his lips, barely making contact before moving back to his seat.

Forgetting how to breathe for a few moments, Lance fought the urge to touch his lips, very very determined to avoid looking at Keith at all costs. Before he knew it it was his turn to spin again, and desperate for any kind of distraction, he spun.

If there were any gods out there, they either really loved him, or really really hated him.

“Third time! Time to play seven minutes in heaven!”

Lance couldn’t even hear what he was saying but he knew he was protesting, arguing the rules and trying to convince the others that they had agreed against the seven minutes in heaven rule.

Despite his best efforts, he and Keith ended up herded into the hallway closet and left alone in the dark.

“Forcing a guy back in the closet, not cool guys!” He called, pounding his fist against the door a few times for emphasis. Huffing, he turned around and let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting, looking at Keith. “Sorry.”

He shrugged, hands in his pockets. “You know we don’t actually have to do anything in here, right? Just wait for the seven minutes to pass.”

Lance was grateful for the dim lighting so Keith couldn’t see him blushing. “I know that! Just...you know, everyone will talk.”

“Since when do you care what people think?”

“Well, I don’t really, just...I don’t know.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, then Keith spoke up. “Are you okay?”

Lance looked up, frowning slightly. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Just, you seem...different.”

“Me? You’re the one who’s, you know, more-” He uncrossed one arm and gestured at Keith vaguely. “-grizzled.”

Keith smiled slightly, raising his eyebrows. “Grizzled?”

“You know what I mean. You’ve just changed a lot in the past year.”

“I guess so…”

Silence again.

“So, how was it? Reconnecting with your mom?”

“Good.”

More silence.

Keith idly looked through the contents of the closet they were in, slowly making his way closer to Lance in his exploration. “How long do you think it’s been?”

“I don’t know. Maybe three minutes.” He watched Keith run his fingers over a stack of towels. “Having fun?”

Keith chuckled, the sound warm and cloying. “Just a little bored.”

Lance tried to think of something to say, but he kept coming up short. When did conversation between the two of them become so difficult? They used to be able to talk for hours on end, even if they argued, at least they were talking. This weird distance between them was unbearable. Things just hadn’t been the same since he left.

“So I bet Europe was pretty cool, I’d love to travel some day, I mean I’ve been to Cuba to visit family and stuff but it’d be cool to see other places too. And your mom seems pretty cool, not that I’ve talked to her much but she looks like a badass and was really nice and-”

“Hey Lance?”

He stopped rambling and looked up, realizing they could see easily eye to eye. Was Keith a little taller than him now? “Yeah?” His brain short circuited as Keith leaned forward and pressed his lips against his.

His eyes widened and he found himself holding his breath as Keith stayed there for a long moment before pulling away.

“You talk too much sometimes.”

Letting the breath he had been holding out in a rush, Lance blinked and reached up to touch his lips. “What the hell was that?”

Keith shrugged. “A kiss?”

“No shit Sherlock, I meant why the hell?”

Shoulders hunching defensively, Keith shot back quickly. “Why? I don’t know you tell me, you’re the one who’s been sending signals.”

“What? Since when?” Lance protested, knowing damn well since when.

“Okay look, nevermind, just forget it, okay? I’ve had too much to drink tonight anyway.” Keith said, stepping back, his walls visibly closing back around him.

“No, you don’t get to do that, not again.” Lance said, feeling the rush of emotions he’d been holding back overwhelm him, crashing through the fragile barrier he had built. “What the fuck, man? You can’t just do something like that and then say to forget it. How am I supposed to forget it when I still can’t forget the fact that you left?”

Keith softened. “What?”

Lance felt his throat go tight, determined not to cry, not in front of him, not when he was finally getting to say what he had been wanting to for over a year. “You left. We were a team, we were friends, and you left. Like, yeah I get that you had stuff to do and then you reconnected with your mom and everything but you can’t just-” His voice broke for a moment and he paused, letting his head and heart settle. “The way we left things, it wasn’t good. And I had no way of contacting you, no way to smooth things over. Hell, I didn’t even know where you were most of the time.”

“I...I didn’t-”

“No, you know what, it’s fine.” Lance took a deep breath. “I just needed to say that, I’m over it.”

“I’m not.” Keith finally looked him in the eye, and the emotion there was raw and vulnerable. “I’m not over it.”

“What- what do you mean?”

Keith opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, and growled in frustration, running a hand messily through his hair. “I’m not good at-” he gestured vaguely “-this. I just...fuck it.” He grabbed Lance’s tie and pulled him forward, kissing him hard.

Lance was taken off guard, hands held out at his sides, stiff and trying desperately to stand his ground and stay mad because god it had hurt when he left. But Keith was here now, with him, and he was so so warm.

He folded like a petal in the wind, his hands moving to hold Keith’s face, brow furrowing as he pressed back against Keith’s advances, his frustration and hurt finding release in the feeling of his fingers in Keith’s hair, the weeks and months, hell the years of pining confessed in the movement of his lips.

Keith pulled back slightly, barely leaving room to breathe between them as he frowned, forehead rubbing against Lance’s. “Wait-wait...what about you and Allura?”

Lance’s nose bumped his as he shook his head. “It didn’t work out, we were both trying to get over other people.”

“Sorry.” Keith said, trying to find sincerity in his heart, he was lying if he thought he wasn’t happy that things didn’t work out.

“It’s fine, just- kiss me?” His eyes were glowing, staring at and through Keith, pulling him in like a siren calling a sailor to his death, and there was nothing Keith wanted more than to drown in that gaze forever.

He was soft this time, gentle kisses placed against Lance’s mouth, tracing his Cupid’s bow with delicate reverence. Lance parted his lips and let out a sound that turned his blood to magma, slow and impossibly hot, burning his skin and spreading heat through his veins with every short breath he exhaled against Keith’s lips.

“Keith…”

Fuck, his name on Lance’s tongue was the final note to pull him in, the water closing over his head as he sank in deeper and deeper. His lips trailed from his lips down to his jaw, teeth scraping the sharp ridge there before moving to the delicate skin of his neck, breathing in the smell of him, feeling the race of his pulse thrum beneath his lips, the way his fingers curled tightly into the hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed him there long and slow.

“Keith.” Lance dropped his head back, granting Keith full access to the slender expanse of his neck.

Keith found a stretch of skin that made Lance moan, taking his time to explore the area carefully and commit it to memory, his fingers working to loosen the tie at his collar and pull open his shirt to reveal more alluring brown skin.

Lance’s hands were insistent and relentless in his hair, combing through the thick strands, curling and pulling, pushing it back from his forehead. Keith could lose himself to the feeling of Lance’s fingers against his scalp, sparks lighting in the wake of his touches.

Moving back up, Keith looked at Lance’s lips, bitten red and glistening, like a fruit ripe for the tasting. Hungry, he devoured him, a groan bubbling from his chest as Lance coaxed his lips apart and explored with his tongue, his hands moving from his hair and down underneath Keith’s shirt, eagerly exploring bare skin.

Blinded suddenly by the light in the closet flicking on, Keith tore his mouth from Lance’s and turned to the door.

Reluctant to release him from his grip, Keith kept both arms firmly wrapped around Lance, left hand boldly resting very low on his back.

Before the others could say anything Keith temporarily released Lance to slam the door shut and say abruptly. “Your watches are fast.”

Lance, ruffled, flushed, and grinning from ear to ear, laughed. Full bellied and genuine laughter that had Keith feeling overwhelmed by the softness he felt for him.

Smirking, he crossed the closet’s small floor space and wrapped Lance back in his arms, fingers drawing slow circles against the skin exposed on his lower back, drinking in the way it made Lance shiver and push tighter against him.

“Now. Where were we?”

#Klance #college au #fanfic #voltron #wendywrites #kisses #lots of kisses lol #im a lil buzzed and v tired so excuse any sloppiness

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wayward-pendragon · 5 years

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Klance Rec Part 2

Hello and welcome back to another Klance rec! Since the last rec was a success I have decided to make another one. I just wanna say a huge thank you to everyone, you were all super sweet and enthusiastic about the last list :)))). For any newcomers, I will link the first rec list here. Without further adieu, lets begin!

Roommates by manamune

Summary: (13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

One of very first Klance fics!! Klance become roommates and they’re hella cute. Idk what else to say that’s really it.

Would You Like Fries With That? by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee

Summary: “Hello, welcome to Burger King, can I take your order?” And that’s about when it all comes crashing down on him, and like a tidal wave of terrible, Lance realizes, on an emotional level, how truly awful his day was. For no good reason at all other than here’s a human voice – steeped in apathy perhaps, but not overtly antagonistic – and literally all he wants is a little human comfort… he starts sobbing in the Burger King drive-thru.

Keith is a junior in high school just trying to get through working the midnight shift at Burger King when Lance staggers into his life. The course of true love is a freaking disaster.

I laughed my ass off holy. I can picture this happening so vividly it was such a fun read. Plus, high school klance is fricken cute as hell so squishy and fluffy.

it had to be you by Redburn

Summary: Keith and Lance are both professors at Garrison University.

“... I remember Lisa saying it was when you ship two people together, romantically, for your own enjoyment. I’m sure…” Shiro trails off when he sees Keith’s eyes start to grow impossibly wide. “Uh, Keith?”“What the fuck?” Keith manages, his heart suddenly beating faster, his face warming up despite himself. “They ship Lance and me romantically?”

YOO. Basically all of Keith and Lance’s kids ship them and its a good time. I love oblivious Keith honestly, oblivious Keith is the best Keith.

Dorks by GriffinRose

Summary: Inspired by a post on Tumblr!

Lance is the only one listening to the current presentation, and oh boy is it something to listen to. The kid has been rambling on about aliens for ten minutes and he is trying so hard not to laugh. So hard. Turns out the kid didn't even think Lance was paying attention, so when he finds out Lance was he books it. Like, as fast it takes Lance to turn his head, that kid was gone.Keith wants to die. The Hot Guy in his bio class was actually listening to him talk about aliens. That's it. He's done. Kill him now. Poor Shiro is just trying to keep his little brother sane.

AGAIN YO. You know how I said oblivious Keith is the best? Whelp embarrassed Keith is also fuckin great. Honestly now that I’m in Uni I relate to this so hard, its really a fun read.

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by klancekorner

Summary: Lance and Keith have been best friends since first grade. Lance’s brain is always on overdrive and Keith’s blunt, realistic ass can never keep up. They both come to realize that sometimes you can learn a lot about loving yourself by loving someone else.

So this is a longer one, its over 130K but don’t let that deter you please. This fic is so good and everything a friends to lovers klance AU should be. I cannot scream about this fic enough its like a young adult romance novel, honestly I’m shitting its so good.

Better than coffee by Anonymous

Summary: Lance can’t help but linger around a perpetually grumpy-looking employee who works at the nearby teahouse. Keith, despite all the Yelp reviews, turns out to be surprisingly kind. Lance starts coming every day—although he insists it’s only for the boba.And to complain about the customer service, of course.

Hehehehehe grumpy and soft Keith mixed with Lance being Lance. A shorter fic to last one on this list its really sweet and fluffy please enjoy.

Shut Up and Dance With Me by wittyy_name

Summary: Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith. Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo. With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals... or they might crash and burn.

This fic is the real deal holy crap. wittyy_name my god istg one of the best klance writers out there. The relationship built up from enemies to lovers and the sexual tension omg this fic is a masterpiece js. I cannot stress enough read anything klance by wittyy_name and you will be happy. This fic also has art!!!

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All the Way Down by speaks

Summary: “You make it sound like we’re going into battle,” Hunk laughed worriedly on Lance’s other side. “I thought this was like, some kind of carnival.”A chortle bubbled of out Coran’s throat as he slapped his side in amusement. “Some kind of carnival, he says! What an understatement! Allura, I think it’s high time to show the paladins precisely how and where we’re going to be spending the next three days. After you, Princess.”A happy, childlike grin rapidly overtook Allura’s regal professionalism, and then a brilliant chink of light shone into the castle hall as she opened the front doors to the mountain they’d landed on twenty minutes ago.Lance went slack-jawed as his eyes adjusted to the white-blue light of Krossin’s distant neutron star, and he almost stumbled as he and the other paladins followed Allura and Coran out onto the grass to take in the view laid out before them. This place was a utopia.

This is a more recently written klance fic in comparison to some others on this list but oh man. Basically klance being all cute out on a date on an alien planet. The build up omg and fluffffff I was squealing.

Red is the Coldest Color by EnglishCivilWar

Summary: Keith’s startled look had quickly turned to one of annoyance. “You’re in my way,” he stated. Lance blinked uncomprehendingly. Keith let out a groan. “Lance, MOVE.”(In which Lance is an epic fail at flirting, Keith is an oblivious walnut, and the rest of the team collectively groans and sighs.)

Oblivious Keith is back kids!!

Love Bug by Cour104

Summary: While exploring an alien planet, Lance get's bit by a strange bug whose venom causes him to fall in love with the first person he sees. Of course that person had to be Keith. I've seen a lot of fics based the Love Bug AU where Keith is bitten by the bug and I thought: What if Lance is bitten?

Literally out of all of the fics I’ve read about klance and the lovebug AU this one wins. It’s almost always Keith that gets bitten but I really loved reading the story from a POV of Lance being bitten it was great.

Make Me Your Home by Reader115

Summary: “Oh my god, Keeeith,” Lance wheezed. “Keith you’re the best drunk space cadet I’ve ever seen.”“Space cadet,” Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance’s hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance’s fingers, sending shivers up Lance’s arm and down his spine. “You have looong fingers,” Keith murmured after a few moments.Keith’s face perked up then, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith’s pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance’s ear when he spoke next.“I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance.”

Set in season 2. These boys crushin hard even if they don’t realize my god.

Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia

Summary: “This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.”Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.”Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, “Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance--from the future, that is--would like to have their daughter back."or: Lance and Keith deal with a walking spoiler, in the form of a little girl who just wants to get back to her own home.

Klance and a kid oh my god. Watching the teenage versions of klance deal with a child was so pure and their reaction to them being married in the future, priceless.

time out of mind by aknightley

Summary: Keith and Lance wake up married. In the future. He lays there a moment, processing the faint throbbing in his head, a strange bitter taste like lemons in his mouth. When he opens his eyes, the room spins wildly into a kaleidoscope of colors, so he closes them again, breathing in and out until he feels less like he might throw up. He suddenly registers a warm weight over his waist, and lifts his head to see a brown arm thrown over him. It looks startlingly familiar, but different, bigger than he remembers, more toned. Keith turns all the way around and comes face to face with Lance sleepily blinking his own eyes open.

Another future marriage fic. These awkward little beans omg its really cute.

Cheeky by rideahorse

Summary: Keith pinches his eyes shut, slamming the book down again and swiveling to face Lance. “Oh my god,” he groans, standing up and crossing the two feet between them before Lance can get out a word. He grabs Lance’s face between his hands (perhaps a bit rougher than needed, but hey, he’s always wanted to slap Lance’s stupid face) and the last thing he sees is an expression of pure surprise before he leans down and presses his lips against Lance's.It’s a peck, and it lasts a second, and then it’s over. Keith leans back, releasing Lance’s face, and hisses, “There.”

Cute and short fic basically just klance kissing with some feelings involved. The summary really says it all.

Well, we’ve made it to the end of this rec list. As always, please rec me fics I love getting recommendations. I loved reading all of your comments from the last list so please keep them coming, I love to hear from all of you, so feel free to message or ask a question. Hope you’re all doing well, until next time :)

#voltron #klance #klance fic #klance fic rec #vld #Voltron legendary defender #vld keith #vld lance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #shiro #Allura #Pidge #hunk #coran #vld season 8

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 25 start

Distressed by Lance’s distress, and seizure, Keith went to great pains to make his husband comfortable. The pain Lance was suffering was written all over his face, from his bitten bottom lip to the tight lines near eyes. Lance had scared him half to death when the video on his comms started shaking, his heart in his throat until he caught sight of Lance’s blue eyes open in the top of corner of the transmission. As far as seizures went, it was one the lightest he’d seen his husband have, barely lasting 10 seconds before it was all over. Keith wasn’t sure it even counted as seizure given how quickly it passed, but with how drained Lance was, it most certainly had to be. Getting his husband into the shack and settled on the sofa was easier than expected. Lance reaching for him from the floor of the cargo bay, allowing him to lift him up to his chest with ease and carry him down and straight through to the sofa were he laid them both out, his husband’s head resting on his chest as Keith stoked his hair. He really should have expected a seizure. Trying on clothes had sent Lance into a panic attack. Keith was kicking himself for not considering online shopping. Not only was the variety larger, his husband didn’t have to feel like a freak for wearing women’s clothes, when he definitely wasn’t. People could wear whatever the hell they liked, the only one it really affected was them themselves. And, if he’d really been thinking, he knew Lance had self image problems dating back longer before they'd become a them. He’d unthinkly pushed Lance into a minefield of triggers and felt like a quiznakking douche for doing so. Still. He was proud. He was stupidly happy at the memory of the expression on Lance’s face as his eyes landed on the white cot. Sheer love radiated from him, as if he could see one of their children already sleeping. When Lance fell asleep, Keith went to work. His husband oblivious as he opened up a browser in his comms. Despite his love for Razzel-Dazzel, his husband had wanted plain clothes that would suit him as his body grew. He may be pregnant, but his whole sexual identity rested on him being very much male. Unsure where to start, he types in “pregnancy plain clothes”, because his brain had forgotten that “maternity” was a work. The ads along the top of the browser made him wrinkle his nose. All the blessing and plunging necklines wasn’t his husband. Lance had made it very clear that he wasn’t comfortable with showing cleavage, so Keith was going to do his best to respect his husband’s wishes. Not that Keith had a problem with Lance’s changing body. He adored his husband for him. The brain damage, missing fingered, scarred, scared, anxious and changing him. Yes, there were times when they drove each other crazy. When they didn’t talk for days, but even so, he loved Lance. When he was scared and acting like an idiot, he loved Lance. Seizures still scared the quiznak out of him, yet he was sure with a little time and fiddling around, they’d be able to find a successful way for his husband to be able to take his medication. The most important thing was getting Lance comfortable and feeling safe enough to attempt taking them again. * When Lance woke from his nap, his husband was starving. “Keeeeeith, my stomach is eating itself”, was his actual words, so Keith was sent food shopping semi-alone. Kosmo in a supermarket was asking for trouble. Lance couldn’t stomach crowds at the moment. The solution to the problem was to leave his husband with the remaining ration bars, and on video call, meaning Lance could boss him around while he did the leg work. Keith was sure that they didn’t need as much food as Lance had him fetching. Half the things he wasn’t sure of, nor was he sure of the various cuts of meat he was instructed to buy. It didn’t help that Lance kept changing his mind. Growing tired of it, he left the call connected and stopped listening to his husband’s ramblings, Lance noticing Keith had stopped listening, started singing broken up show tunes, jumping from song to song mid-sentence. Progressively the volume of Lance’s singing grew until Keith couldn’t ignore him further, raising the comms up to scold him, he found Lance grinning brightly as he held onto Kosmo. His idiot truly was one of a kind. Keith’s reward for shopping was to be promptly kicked out his own shack. With the two seater kitchen table sagging under the weight of the bags, Lance started shooing him, “la-laing” over his protests. He was hot, tired and annoyed at not being able to come home and kick back on the sofa with Kosmo. The server had recognised him from his stint as Black Paladin. All he wanted to do was buy goddamn food for him, his husband, and their wolf. Not pose for photos, sign signatures on whatever was available and be followed back to his ship. Voltron was old news. Really old news. He’d much rather be recognised for the humanitarian work, and the work of his team... mostly the work of his team... all the work of his team... He’d take the background character that edges his way out of public sight and mind. If he hadn’t been the Black Paladin, then he wouldn’t be forced to wait with Kosmo outside his own damn home. When Lance finally let him inside his shack, his husband’s hands were covering his eyes. Laughing against the shell of his ear, they nearly tripped as Lance guided him inside “Babe...” “We’re almost there... ok, take two steps to the left for me...” Keith’s stomach rumbled loudly, despite the fact he couldn’t actually see any food. The shack, however, smelt amazing. There was definitely some kind of herby scent in the air and meat... and... he didn’t actually know. He was starving and there was food. That was all he and his stomach were getting at the moment. Feeling his hands hit the wood of the dining chair, he came to a stop “Ta dah!” Dropping his hands, Keith was greeted by Lance’s work comms acting as a candle, a simple green salad, and some kind of stew like meat dish that looked amazing “Y-you made dinner?” Now that his hands were free, Lance wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist, digging his chin into his shoulder as he nodded “Today was hard. My head was all over the place and I not only scared you, but bossed you around, had a seizure, had a breakdown and forced you to have cuddly naps on the sofa. It’s all simple things. I’m still pretty drained, but I really wanted to do this for you. You’re my husband and I love you. I appreciate the things you do. Even when I can’t tell you I do. And now I’m crying... Baby hormones are a force to be reckoned with...” Turning in Lance’s arms, Keith was stunned “You cooked dinner... for me?” “You’re acting like it’s never happened before” There was dinner, and then there was dinner... with a table cloth that looked suspiciously like a sheet, an attempt at candles, and a meal that was actually somewhat adult “This... all of this... I should be the one cooking dinner for you” “I wanted to cook for you. I didn’t do dessert though. My stomach looked at ice cream and said no. Then when it looked at the cake boxes... it got worse. You can totally knock yourself out though. I think I put things away in the right position. I mean, I tried. I gave the fridge a wipe out while you were ignoring me. Kosmmmmn-“ Silencing his husband with a kiss, Lance’s mouth tasted of mint, his husband having found time to brush his teeth. Indulging himself, Lance broke the kiss as Keith grabbed a fist full of hair to deepen it “You’ll have to save that for after dinner” Though playfully toned in his reply, Lance’s scent had shifted to fear. Keith momentarily hurt, then reasoning his husband had had a long day. He’d hit his limit and though the touch wasn’t unwelcome, his anxieties weren’t in his control “I’m looking forward to. Especially if it’s as good as this meal looks” “It’s... uh... Let’s eat. Yeah. I don’t know what I was about to say, but I’m hungry” Dinner was amazing, but dessert was better. Splitting the washing up with Lance washing and Keith drying, they settled down on the sofa to watch a movie. Cuddling into his husband, Lance has his arm wrapped around Keith’s shoulders as the movie began. For the life of him, Keith couldn’t remember a single thing that happened. He was too focused on the way Lance was looking at him. The love in his eyes was on a whole other level. A level Keith felt he didn’t deserve, yet was grateful as quiznak to be receiving. This was the shack he was conceived in. This was the shack where his parents fell in love and he was born. This was the shack that was the last remaining solid remnants of his father. Willed to him, along with everything the man owned, then left to sit after death until Keith found himself with no where to go. Now he was living here with his husband, all be it temporarily, who was pregnant with their children. Normally he wasn’t one for nostalgia, if asked that is, but having his husband here. Having his family here... He was struck hard with waves of emotion. A life where he came home fo Lance everyday... that... he wanted that. He thought that was how things would be with the outpost, even if he couldn’t return every day, it’d be at least once a movement. Only. Before he knew it he’d left Lance struggling for phoebs. Lance was far from alright. Keith knew he wasn’t being completely honest over how many things he’d missed or how many ways he’d hurt him by accident. He knew because his husband was a decent and kind man. He’d take every ounce of another’s pain if he could. He was a selfless and reckless pain in the arse, that adored to point of possessiveness. He knew they wasn’t healthy, but when your husband has a habit of ”accidentally” getting himself into trouble, it was natural to want to be by their side to prevent something going wrong. “If you don’t like the film, I can change it” Brought back to reality by Lance kissing his cheek, Keith felt himself blushing for no reason “Sorry. What was that?” “The movie, if you don’t like it, I can change it” “It’s fine...” “Your head’s up in the clouds anyway?” Keith nodded, wriggling down lower to cuddle into Lance further “Wanna tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, Samurai?” Keith sighed softly “I was thinking about how lucky I am to have you” Kissing the top of his head, Lance echoed his sigh “I’m the lucky one. I’m so fucking lucky you haven’t got sick of me yet” “Like I’d get sick of you. I was thinking about how I was born in this shack and then about how nice it is to have my family here, with me...”

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kallura-icedcoffee · 5 years

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poppy: double date

A flower that blooms in the desert

Plance x Kallura Week 2018

A/N: Look I can already hear you saying “but KIC, PLKA Week was last month and you’re just now finishing the last prompt?!” and to that I say in my best Ariana Grande voice and twirl “...and what about it?”

What Happens In Vegas

…stays in Vegas, especially if you can’t remember all of it

(aka The Hangover AU no one asked for)

“We should go on a couples trip!”

“Couples trip?”

“Yeah the four of us. It could be fun.”

“I’m down. Where would we go?”

“Let’s go some place exciting!”

“Vegas!”

“Lance…”

“I’m serious! See the lights, take in a show, play a couple slot machines. What’s the worst that could happen?”

A FEW WEEKS LATER…

Allura woke up slowly, groggily, her body feeling like it weighed a million pounds and when her eyes fluttered opened the room spun a little. She rolled over with a grunt to be met with a foot on the pillow next to her. She sat up, wincing at the way her body ached with each movement to see Keith passed out in the opposite direction, head at the foot of the bed, arm dangling over the side. Her mouth tasted like a myriad of things that should never be mixed together.

She went to run a hand through her current bird’s nest of hair when the glint of sunlight off of something sparkly on her hand caught her eye. She held her left hand in front of her face, staring eye-to-eye with a diamond ring. Her blue eyes grew and she immediately looked to Keith who was still fast asleep.

Not wanting to wake him, not wanting to panic just yet, she carefully threw back the sheets to see she was in her bra and underwear and said underwear had a few twenty and hundred dollar bills tucked in the side. Her breath quickened as she pulled out the money, inspected it then put it on the nightstand. She slipped out of bed, stepping over a very tight white mini dress, heels and a veil.

“No no no no please god no” she whispered as she tip toed over to Keith and knelt down to his hanging hand. Sure enough, a silver band on his left ring finger.

Allura clamped a hand over her mouth before quickly running to the bathroom and locking herself in.

“Shit shit shit shit shit! What did we do?!” she hissed to herself as she paced back and forth in front of the mirror and that’s when she saw it in the reflection. Her mouth fell open as she stared at a white lion tattoo with flowers going up the side of her ribs. There was also a lopsided flower crown in her hair.

The squeak that left her throat was so high pitched only dogs could’ve heard it and her hand was back over her lips to stifle a scream that was begging to get out.

Allura quickly ran out of the bathroom, passed a still conked out Keith and ran into the living room of their shared suite where she nearly tripped over Lance who was asleep on the floor. He had on black slacks, no shirt, no shoes, a bow tie around his neck, a regular tie around his head and a blue lion tattooed on his back. There was also money stuffed in the waistband of his pants. He was curled up with one of the couch cushions and had a room service menu in his hand. The room was a mess.

“Lance! Lance!” Allura shook him. “Lance, get up!”

“Just five more minutes mom…” he grumbled and shooed her away.

She slapped his back, right on the fresh tat and he lurched up.

“The hell Lu?!” He growled before looking her up and down. She still hadn’t put clothes on.

“Uh look Allura I know I had a crush back in the day but I’m with Pidge now.”

“Oh would you shut up!” She slapped his arm. “What the hell happened last night?!”

Lance pursed his lips as he thought. His mind was completely blank.

“Honestly I’m not sure.”

“I think Keith and I got married last night!” she whined, showing him the ring.

“Oh shit! And you got a tattoo!” He pointed.

“So did you.”

Lance leapt up and went to look in the decorative mirror by the door.

“Ohhh….” He blinked at it a few times. “Pidge is gonna kick my ass.”

“Why would I do that?” Pidge sluggishly trotted out from the opposite bedroom rubbing her eyes.

She stopped and stared at them, at their current state. They stared back in shock.

“What the hell is going on?” she snapped.

“We could ask the same” Allura replied.

Somehow Pidge hadn’t noticed until Allura pointed it out that she was wearing a white short sleeveless wedding dress with a tiara and attached veil stuck in her hair, a green lion posing fiercely on her arm. She looked down at herself, then Lance then simultaneously they looked at their hands. At least drunk Pidge had the sense to pick out a decent ring. She lowered her hand slowly.

“Did we…”

“Yeah.”

“My parents are going to murder me.”

“Not if they don’t murder me first” Lance replied.

“If it makes you feel better…” Keith was now in the doorway showing off the ring on his finger.

His hair was sticking out everywhere. He had on a black vest but no shirt, showing off the red lion on his chest, and boxer briefs. One of his feet was bare, the other tucked in a black cowboy boot.

They met in the middle of the room and flopped down on the couch.

“What. The actual fuck. Happened last night?” Keith stated, face still in a state of disbelief.

“The last thing I remember was chugging those mai tais at that tiki bar.” Pidge’s eyes narrowed as she tried to remember.

“Then what did we do after that?” Allura tapped her finger to her lips.

The four thought, hard, and as if on cue the memories seemed to rush back to them all at once.

*FLASH*

“Would you like to order The Golden Swan? It’s $100 but it comes in a giant gold swan with four straws and contains light and dark rum, vodka and champagne as well as fruit juices!” The waitress smiled as she rattled off the ingredients.

The four looked at each other, unsure.

“Fuck it, it’s Vegas, let’s do it.” Keith acquiesced and slammed the money down on the table. The other three cheered.

*FLASH*

“Let it ride!” Pidge screamed while pointing at the enormous stack of chips on the table, cocktail in hand as Lance rubbed her shoulders.

The dealer nodded and spun the roulette wheel. They waited in anticipation as it slowed.

“32, black!”

Everyone cheered. Lance picked up Pidge and spun her around, spilling her drink everywhere.

“We’re rich bitches!” Allura threw her hands in the air.

“Always bet on black baby!” Keith patted Pidge on the back.

*FLASH*

“Look at them, they’re so sparkly.” Allura cooed in slurred speech at the jewelry in the window.

Keith came and held her from behind.

“One day I’m going to buy one of those for you” he said pointing at the rings.

“Really honey?” She spun around and kissed him, albeit sloppily.

“Mhm” he murmured against her lips as they made out.

“Why wait, we got money!” Pidge pulled the bills out of her purse and fanned them out.

“Man, I love you guys and you guys love us and Keith loves Allura and I love Pidge and why don’t we just fucking get married.” Lance hiccupped as threw an arm around Pidge’s neck, teetering back and forth.

“Yeah let’s just get fucking married” Keith repeated into Allura’s mouth between kisses.

“LET’S FUCKING GET MARRIED!” Pidge yelled waving the cash in the air.

*FLASH*

“Allura…baby…you’re the yee to my haw and darlin’ I love you.” Keith mumbled in a southern twang that had come completely out of nowhere as he slid a ring onto her finger. The cowboy hat on his head was slipping off as he attempted to stand up straight.

*FLASH*

“Pidge…Katie…Katie Kat, Kitty Baby, Katherine Holt. You’re short, but you’re also like really hot and smart and you make me smile and I’m glad we’re doing this.” Lance rambled on, a red blushy mess as he slipped on her ring, missing a few times before getting it right.

*FLASH*

Each couple kissed in some 24-hour chapel in front of a man dressed like Elvis. And old lady played the wedding march on an organ nearby. They were allowed to have a polaroid that counted as their wedding pictures for the low low price of $9.99.

*FLASH*

“I would look so cool with a tattoo” Keith uttered in passing as they staggered past a tattoo parlor, the neon lights from the shop glowing on their faces.

“You would look so incredibly sexy.” Allura growled as she ran her hands over his chest.

“Yeah?” His brow arched as he leaned into her kiss.

“Yeah…” she giggled as they succumbed to their 87th make out session of the evening.

“Man, I love you guys and you guys love us and Keith loves Allura and I love Pidge and why don’t we just fucking get tattoos” Lance suggested, carrying Pidge piggy back style as he swayed back and forth.

“Yeah let’s get tattoos” Keith seconded before his tongue was too busy attacking Allura’s face.

“LET’S FUCKING GET TATTOOS!” Pidge whooped making it rain with their newly acquired funds.

*FLASH*

“Oh you’re back!” The waitress smiled as she approached the table.

“We would like another golden goose please.” Allura smiled as she pushed a hundred dollar bill across the table.

“Golden swan baby.” Keith giggled.

“Golden pigeon” Pidge corrected.

“You’re my golden pidgeon.” Lance cupped her face.

“That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me…” her eyes welled up with tears.

“I love you and I’m so lucky you’re my wife.” Lance said before practically tackling her in the booth.

*FLASH*

“Lu what the hell are you doing?” Pidge asked and everyone turned around.

Allura walked out of the bar and onto the street carrying the giant gold swan like a baby, still drinking out of it with one of the remaining long looping straws. Her heels scrapped against the concrete as she staggered back and forth.

“What? I paid for it, I’m taking it home” she stated belligerently and took another sip.

“Baby you paid for the drink inside. The swan belongs to the bar.” Keith tried to reason with her.

“Really?”

“Yeah, you just stole” Keith said with a chuckle.

Allura lips formed a pout as she thought it over.

“CHEESE IT!” she yelled suddenly bolting down the street, veil whipping back and forth, drink sloshing around.

“I’m not going back to jail!” Lance blurted out and took off as well.

“You’ve never been to jail idiot!” Pidge screamed and ran after him.

*FLASH*

“Oh my…” Allura placed a hand on her chest as all the events from the night before came flooding back. She looked at the swan on the coffee table and cringed.

“I can’t believe we did all that…” Pidge muttered, the color draining from her face.

“What do we do now?” Keith blinked a few times. He might have been the unspoken leader of the group but this was one instance where he was completely baffled.

“Well I dunno about you but I could use some brunch.” Lance chimed in.

Everyone turned to Lance with looks that could kill. Pidge hurled a pillow at him.

“We got completely obliterated, got married, got tattoos, Allura committed a misdemeanor theft and all you can say is ‘let’s go to brunch’?!” Keith snapped.

Lance paused.

“I think better when I’ve eaten?”

Keith almost lunged at him when Allura caught her boyfr- no husband by the wrist.

“Actually darling, brunch sounds amazing. Then we can sit and decide what to do.” She smiled up at him weakly.

Keith’s shoulders slumped.

“Yeah let’s go get brunch.” He sighed.

“Welp…all right,” Pidge shrugged in defeat, yanking the tiara off her head while simultaneously pulling a stack of cash out of the cleavage of her dress, “let’s fucking get brunch.”

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ahumanintraining · 5 years

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houston, we have a problem At this latest Halloween-themed frat party, Shiro lets his nerd side come out as he dresses up as an astronaut. After encountering some pointy-eared, pink-marked person (presumably costumed as an alien), he strikes his lamest punny pick-up line out there: "guess there's life outside of Earth after all" — but finds that by the end of the night, perhaps proof of extraterrestrial life is staring right back at him. — shallura. college AU.

written for the @voltronhalloweenbigbang and paired with @pineappleyuki‘s gorgeous art to accompany. their art was finished before the writing was even done. isn't that incredible? go give them some love.

i mean, clearly this was started a while back and only just finished now lol. i suppose i could have been more timely but what the hell it’s halloween everyday when you’re dressing up like adults who actually know what they’re doing. regardless, happy holidays everyone.

(ao3 link)

Shiro knows his costume looks terrible the moment he steps out of his dorm room — more specifically the moment he sees tight-pressed lip and disapproving gaze on Lance’s face and the wide-eyed and eyebrow-raised expression on Hunk’s face.

“You don’t like it,” Shiro concludes.

Hunk, dressed in what seemed to be a pumpkin — all orange with what looked like a green hat with a stem and small vines on top — waves his hands in front of him sheepishly. “No, no,” Hunk says. “It’s great! I just didn’t expect it.”

Lance is a little more to the point. “I mean if you’re going for dusty marshmallow, then you’ve definitely got it on the mark,” he says.

Shiro looks down at the silver cloud jacket and gray tight jeans he’s wearing — all articles of clothing he had found at the nearby secondhand shop while in a crunch for costumes and strapped for cash. The jacket has three punctures in it, the white stuffing popping out. “I’m not really looking for society’s approval,” he replies indifferently, turning his hands to inspect the black polyester gloves over them. He mindlessly picks off a hanging thread from his left glove forefinger, holding a makeshift bucket helmet under his arm.

“Well, we need to get you out regardless,” Lance sighs, shrugging and folding his arms. “How else are we going to get you out of this funk?”

Shiro can’t help the grimace that straightens over his lips. Adam had left him two months ago, and Shiro wasn’t seeking replacements any time soon. He had only agreed to come to the Phi Lambda Delta Halloween social to get his friends off his case — yet ironically here he is, and they’re still on his damn case for a costume that apparently isn’t executing right.

“I’m already over him,” Shiro reminds them. “I don’t need to be ‘doing something’ just for the sake of getting over him or just because he broke up with me. I don’t want be doing things because of him.”

Lance rolls his eyes. “I didn’t even mention Adam,” he chides. “We’re just taking you out because you’ve been cooped up inside your room since the beginning of September.”

Shiro purses his lips. Yeah, okay, maybe he’s not completely there yet. Two months by himself isn’t going to undo the memories of four years together.

“Whatever,” he says. “You already got me halfway out my door. Let’s just go.”

“Exactly,” Hunk affirms, patting Shiro on the back.

“Won’t let you regret it,” Lance promises him.

“I already am."

“Okay, well then, how about we make sure you don’t even remember it?”

And to this, Shiro can only respond with a reluctant sigh.

Lance is not kidding about making sure Shiro doesn’t remember a thing, passing Shiro every other shot he finds, which Shiro obligingly downs. The alcohol isn’t hitting him yet, but he can feel the fresh warm burn deep in his throat and the start of the creeping flush over his cheeks, and he knows he’ll feel every sip of those drinks within the hour.

Lance comes back to their friend circle with two red cups in his hand. “Here,” he says, immediately passing Shiro the more full one.

“Already got one,” he refuses, lifting the cup in his hand.

“That’s empty,” Pidge points out.

Shiro shoots a threatening stare at Pidge, as Lance promptly stacks his cup into Shiro’s empty one. “I’m going to keep making you drink until you actually get yourself out there and start talking to people.” Lance waves off to the other side of the room. “Look at Keith. He’s making a good example of how to socialize. Be like him.”

Shiro turns to identify Keith’s mullet in the direction Lance is pointing, and then laughs when he sees Keith leaning against a wall in the corner by the beer pong table, clear disdain written over his face. Keith isn’t even dressed up in any form of costume, truly embracing the Halloween spirit of the party.

“Alright, I get your point,” he says, and suddenly very sick of listening to Pidge, Hunk, and Lance urging him to go have fun, he makes a determined step out from their circle. His foot lands a little heavy, a sure sign that he doesn’t need the extra drink in his hand.

Behind him, his friends give him an encouraging cheer, but he doesn’t really hear, already swallowed up in the next crowd of people and the beat of the music.

What to do, what to do… As appealing as the thought of just sitting back and letting the music thrum through him is, Shiro decides that he should at least try and dance through three songs, maybe even meet one stranger. At least for the sake of his friends that have been so supportive and helpful since the break up.

He wades through the room, careful not to bump into grinding couples or sticky tables. He passes a row of plastic pumpkins filled with chocolates, taking some and immediately ripping off the wrapper to eat the candies, thinking that maybe the sugar and nuts will help the alcohol not rush through his system.

But now he has another problem: four candy wrappers and no trash in sight. There’s trash all over the table and floors nearby, but Shiro’s conscious would never let him just drop the wrappers. And the wrappers have smudges of melted chocolate so he can’t put them in his pocket either.

Presuming the large black bag taped over the other side of the table is the trash, he slowly moves toward it, tossing the wrappers once he’s confident his arm length could make up for the distance.

Unfortunately, one of them doesn’t make it into the trash, and he sighs as he watches the wrapper pitifully fall to the ground. He stoops down to pick it up, only for someone to knock into his shoulder as he’s reaching for the floor.

“Oh, sorry!”

“It’s fine,” he murmurs, although he’s pretty sure that whoever it was that bumped into him can’t hear. He picks himself back up and turns around, finding someone directly behind him.

“S-sorry,” he stammers, surprised.

She nervously smiles. “Oh, no, no, I’m sorry,” she replies apologetically. “I practically knocked you over.”

Whoever she is, she’s pretty — he’ll give her that. Well, okay, maybe she’s a little more than just pretty. She’s more like strikingly beautiful, like she just popped straight off a fashion magazine cover — dramatic lighting and fake wind included.

“It’s fine,” he assures her. “Lots of people here.”

“Yes,” she agrees. “Lots of people.”

He takes the pause in their conversation to properly look at her. She has long wavy white hair on, with what looks like elf ears — narrow and pointed at the tip.

Her eyes are blue, a deep vibrant blue that reminds him of the ocean at sunset. So blue, they had to have been contact lenses. Just under her eyes, two bright pink marks painted over her cheekbones. They shine radiantly over her brown skin, which itself glows with a healthy flush.

Why does she look so familiar? He is one hundred percent certain he’s never met her even though it feels like he’s known her his whole life.

She gives him a quick once-over, her eyes flicking down to his shoes and back up to his face. “Astronaut?” she asks him.

“Wow, yeah, you got it,” he affirms, blinking with surprise. His cheeks feel extra hot, and he’s not sure if it’s entirely the alcohol. “And I thought my costume was pretty bad.”

She laughs into the palm of her hand, with a light chuckle that he somehow can hear over the stereo music. “It is,” she teases. “I was just guessing that was what you were going for.”

He snorts, embarrassed but trying to play it off. He still can’t figure out why she looks so familiar.

“I mean, I didn’t have that much time to prepare for this party. Honestly, I didn’t even really want to come in the first place.” Shiro stops mid-explanation, realizing that he was beginning to ramble under the influence and that despite her very attentive stare back at him, he knew she probably didn’t care at all about any of that. “I — um, I’m guessing you’re dressed up as an elf?” he asks her.

She flashes him another one of those dazzling smiles. She suddenly leans in close to his ear, and Shiro feels his heart skip a beat. He swallows.

“I was going more for alien,” she admits, then stands back up straight, shrugging. “But I suppose my disguise just isn’t as good as yours.”

She looks beautiful, regardless, he thinks.

“Well then, I guess I have to report to Houston that there’s life outside of Earth after all.”

He coughs despite himself. God. What a terrible line.

She laughs. Her laugh is gentle and plays in his memories like a melody he once knew.

“And how do you feel about being the first man to meet an alien?” she asks him.

He bites his lip. “Honestly?” And maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s her beauty, or maybe it’s her entertaining sense of humor, but he suddenly gathers the courage to flirt a little more aggressively. “Honestly I wish I had spent more time making sure I looked better before I left the apartment.”

She smiles wide, her teeth flashing. “Well, I personally think you look just fine,” she says with a wink. Or at least what he thinks is a wink. She saunters up close to him, her eyes on his until her nose is just an inch from his helmet, acting as though there actually is a glass barrier and not just open air between them. Her lips purse thoughtfully and he watches her eyes look up and down his helmet.

He is suddenly very aware of a drop of sweat along his hairline and the light itchy spot at the back of his scalp. He really wants to take this helmet off — honestly, fuck this headpiece.

“How’s your oxygen level in there?” she asks him in a soft breath, tapping the helmet. “You look a touch hypoxic.”

“I’m good,” he sputters, the warmth of his breath feeling trapped under the plastic... and where is she going with this question? Does she want the helmet off? And if she does, does she want him to...

His chest flutters.

“I was thinking of going outside and getting some air,” she tells him with a slow smile. “Would you like to join me?”

Yes. Yes. Yes. His heart thumps in immediate reply.

He swallows and nods his head vigorously.

She gives him another smile and before he knows it, she takes his hand in hers and pulls him across the room, through the friend circles and dancing drunks, around the pool table turned into an empty cup rest, over the sticky fake wood floor of the frat common room, out the backdoor where the cool California night air teases the hot skin just under his collar.

He takes a breath — hot and humid under his helmet — and his eyes automatically look up to the black sky. It’s no surprise that he's studying aerospace engineering. He can’t help his eyes from lifting up beyond the rooftops and the tree lines.

Suddenly, she spins around, placing her hands at the base of his helmet and lifting it off his shoulders, dropping her forearms around his neck in one swift motion.

His breath catches as he feels the helmet drop behind his feet, as the sharp crisp air runs through his hair, as the thrum of subdued house music from inside echoes in his chest, as her fingers lace together at the back of his head.

“Better?” She asks, her voice tickling his ear — now no barrier between them.

“Yes,” he says, unable to figure out what else to say. He’s mesmerized by the shimmering pink glow under her eyes and the curve of her lower lip.

Her eyes follow his lead and look up to the sky as well. His hands, frozen at his side, slowly lift up to settle on her waist. He looks back at her to check her reaction. If she notices, she doesn’t do anything in response. She keeps her eyes up at the stars, and he more confidently smooths his palms over her. She’s swaying from side to side ever so slightly, and he follows her lead, stepping his body closer to her until his body is right against hers.

“You like watching the stars?” she asks him, turning her eyes back to him. Her eyes sparkle as if they were the stars themselves.

“When I was a kid, I was obsessed. I used to know all the constellations,” he admits. "Not so much anymore. Well. No, that would be lying. They're very familiar to me."

“Nerd,” she teases, softly laughing.

He shrugs. “I can’t help but wonder how vast the universe is beyond our atmosphere.”

She hums in agreement. She’s pressed herself closer to him and he can feel the warmth trapped between them, the vibration of her approval.

God, what is this irresistible sense of connection he has to her? He just can't explain it.

Her hand suddenly lifts from the back of his head and she pushes his bangs back over his forehead.

“A philosophical nerd,” she then replies.

Before he can refute her insult, she comes forward, cupping his jawline under her hands and pressing her mouth over his. He accepts it readily, closing his eyes, tilting his head to the left, and settling his lips over hers. His hands travel up her back to support her as he leans in, deepening their kiss.

He feels her smile against his lips. Her mouth opens to take a breath, and he takes the opportunity to catch her bottom lip between his teeth. She giggles, pulling away before resettling over his lips again, gently retaking control. The tip of her tongue flicks between his partly lips and he allows her entrance. She tastes like sweet alcohol and bitter chocolate.

He’s not sure how much time passes between their lips, but he knows the next time he opens his eyes, the moon seems much brighter, the night more illuminated, her blue eyes practically electric.

She smiles, and for an instant, he thinks to kiss her again, but he more wants to savor this moment — the peace in his heart, the quiet of her breath, and the slow rhythm of their hips.

“So,” he muses. “I know we made out but I just realized I don’t know a thing about you. I apologize. How rude of me.”

She presses a finger over his lips. “Shhh...” she shushes him, with a smile. “What do you need to know about anyone to kiss them?”

“Hm,” he considers. He knows she’s right, but he moves forward with a question nevertheless. “A name would be nice.”

She bites her bottom lip, as if trying to keep it a secret and licking her lips guiltily before revealing. “Allura,” she tells him in a hush.

“Allura,” he repeats, testing her vowels and consonants over his tongue.

She giggles, tapping the tip of his nose. “You won’t remember anyway,” she declares.

Does he really seem that drunk? He shakes his head. “I’ll make sure to remember,” he insists, his hand fumbling into his pocket for his phone.

Her hand catches his hand over his pocket. He gasps silently, feeling her hand pressing down over his hip — a place almost indecent.

She doesn’t seem to notice her effect on him. Her fingers slip around his wrist and lifts his hand to replace it over her waist. “Even if you do remember, it wouldn’t matter,” she replies. “I’m not planning to stay for long.”

He doesn’t understand what that has to do with anything. Even if she had dropped in from the next city over, he would be more than willing to drive down a few additional hours for her kisses. “You’re coming in from off campus?” he asks.

She nods. “From far, far away,” she assures him.

“Hm,” he replies, albeit disappointed. Maybe she didn’t want to manage distance, or maybe she wasn’t looking for a replacement — just a stranger to kiss and touch for the night.

“Well now you must tell me your name,” she tells him, and for a second, he thinks that maybe she’s reconsidered him, but he tampers down his excitement with a hard swallow.

“Takashi,” he then blurts.

“Takashi,” she repeats without missing a beat, and the sound of his name in her voice is so comforting he decides to not mention she can call him anything else. His nickname suddenly feels too distant for how intimate he feels with her. “Takashi,” she says again, this time with purpose, and he feels his heart stir. “I’ll remember you.”

“Yeah?”

She grants him a smile. “Yes,” she assures him. “Thank you for sharing such a lovely time here with me, Takashi. I’ll remember you in my travels.”

“Your travels?” he asks, but the words don’t leave his mouth before she catches them against her lips.

She kisses him for what feels like forever, but when he feels a cool night breeze swirl over his cheeks, he opens his eyes and realizes that she’s all but disappeared.

He blinks, confused, looking around to see where she might have gone.

And for some odd reason, the first place he looks is up. He can’t explain why he can't take his eyes off the night sky, but suddenly the stars seem much more familiar.

#shallura #shallura fanfiction #shallura positivity #voltron #shiro x allura #pineappleyuki #happy holidays everyone #—shallura #—voltron

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alohaasaloevera · 5 months

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Lance with 5 o’ Clock shadow 😱?????

They have a meeting in the bridge and Lance forgot to shave so Keith is just staring at him the entire time not listening to anything the others say

Keith, internally: oh quiznak quiznak quiznak quiznak please universe consume me whole I am about to crumble into nothing I want him please just—

Lance: what are you staring at?

Keith: shut up.

AND THEN WHEN KEITH GETS HURT??

Lance: *pulls Keith into a tight hug* don’t do that again.

Keith: AAAAAAA SHIT HIS FACE IS PRICKLY WHY IS THAT HOT?????

Lance: *moves so his head is resting in the crook of Keith’s neck*

Keith: *literally collapses*

Bro is down HORRENDOUS for Lance with stubble 💀💀💀 Keith would foam at the mouth if he ever saw Lance with 5 o’ clock shadow in canon (except he wouldn’t because it’s a children’s show who buries their gays)

HAHAHA POST CANON LANCE WHERE HE ACTUALLY DOESN’T SHAVE SOMETIMES SO KEITH HAS TO DEAL WITH ALL THE REPRESSED FEELINGS HE’S HAD SINCE THE BEGINNING

Lance: *conversing like a normal human being*

Keith: oh lord did he forget to shave? Why do I find this attractive please attack my neck—nope. that’s a bit too gay, Kogane. Get yourself together.

Lance: Oh hey Keith!!!! I haven’t seen you in awhile man!!!!

Keith, muttering: darn I think I’m attracted to dorks now

Shiro, who can still clearly hear him: you have been for awhile now

Keith: shut your gay ass up Shiro

Shiro: how about you shut yours

Lance: what are you guys talking about??? Is about me? I know, I’m so important—*continues rambling*

Keith: even his rambling is cute is he real???

Shiro: Yeah! We were actually just talking about how you look—

Keith: *glares HARD at Shiro*

Shiro: Really sophisticated nowadays.

Lance: Oh. Really?

Shiro: yep! Right, Keith?

Keith: Yeah.

(I am trying to keep my blog sfw so I can’t really go too far with Keith’s thoughts sorry!!)

#voltron #vld lance #vld keith #vld #klance #shiro

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roggling · 6 years

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Eye Opening

Relationship: Plance (Pidge x Lance)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (For slight makeout)

One-Shot

Word Count: 3192

Summary: A few months have passed since Team Voltron has had to destroy the Castle of Lions and now, they have to make a pit stop on planet Grijalva to stock up on supplies. Planet Grijalva has a population of aliens who can read the emotions of any living being and, unfortunately, Lance has had some powerful feelings after Keith revealed something Lance didn’t even know he had. This proves to be a little...problematic.

Lance sat in Red, running his hand through Kaltenecker's hair floof at the top of his head, "I don't think it's gonna happen, buddy."

Kaltenecker's just chewed on Lance-had-no-idea-what-because-there-isn't-any-food-on-his-lion. Lance continued though, "I mean, I've been there for her the whole time, yet she still chose Lotor."

Lance groaned and hit his head against the back of his chair, "Feelings are so complicated. This is so stupid. Why am I moping over some girl?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

Lance jumped in his seat and looked wide-eyed at an amused Keith watching him from the screen.

Lance stammered before composing himself and asked/yelled, "How much of that did you hear?!"

"Just the last sentence," Keith assured, "We need to make a pit stop to stock up on food and supplies and Coran found a friendly planet just a lightyear away. Pidge already sent out the coordinates and the Lions are flying there right now. Just wanted to tell you."

Lance nodded.

Before Keith left, though, he asked, "What's this about moping about a girl?"

Lance shook his head, "It's nothing."

"It didn't seem like "nothing". You seemed pretty beat up about it," Keith said.

Lance just pouted.

"Is this about Allura?"

"What?!" Lance exclaimed, "Why would it be Allura?"

"You're right. Why would it be about Allura? It's not like you've been throwing yourself at her since we first arrived," Keith rolled his eyes.

Lance crossed his arms, "Forget it, Keith, you wouldn't understand."

"I would actually."

"I don't see how."

"I went through the same thing. Only, instead of rejecting me, she hated my guts for a few hours."

Lance froze and processed Keith's words and he asked hesitantly, "Hold on, you liked Allura?"

Keith shrugged and avoided his eyes, "Briefly. So did Shiro."

Lance nodded in understanding and let Keith continue, "We've all been through that Lance. Just talk to us if you need something. Even if it is weird."

"Definitely," Lance agreed.

"And," Keith added, "If you ever need to talk about Pidge, it's alright too."

"What about Pidge?"

"You know," Keith paused, "about your crush on her?"

Lance rose an eyebrow, "I don't have a crush on Pidge?"

"Really?" Keith asked.

Lance shook his head.

"Oh," Keith said, "I guess I read the signs wrong."

Lance rose an inquisitive brow, "What signs?"

Keith shrugged, "You know, the stolen gazes, the hovering, the invasion of personal space, your habit of borrowing her stuff, the teasing, the fond looks, and constantly talking about girls with her to get her jealous and then watching her reaction."

Lance gazed at him and Keith asked, "You don't see it?"

"The thing is," Lance drawled, "I see it now."

Keith sat in awkward silence as Lance personified the mesh of confusion and realization rolled up together, "Well, I'm just gonna go..."

Lance just sat in a daze. He never really thought about it that way. But now, it's so obvious.

He has been crushing on Pidge the whole time.

Lance whined and threw himself on Kaltenecker, "Now I really have it bad, girl. I like two girls way out of my league."

Kaltenecker moo-ed.

"I mean, Pidge is so smart. She never lets anyone doubt her and she is so strong and determined. She's pretty, too. And Allura is a princess, for crying out loud."

Kaltenecker nudged her head on to Lance's neck and Lance patted her head again.

"At least you're here. You're probably the only girl I love who actually notices me."

Kaltenecker moo-ed.

"Approaching planet Grijalva," Keith announced in the comms, "Remember, Coran said that they are a planet full of aliens who can read emotions. Keep your emotions in check and we'll be fine."

The Lions landed in a distant field and the paladins went out to town to meet with their leader.

Keith was leading the four, using the coordinates Pidge gave him. They were following a faint path that was completely covered by trees.

In the back, Hunk began rambling, "Hey, Keith, do you think they have chocolate? Their planet is pretty similar to Earth."

Keith shrugged, "I wouldn't know, Hunk, I've never been here before."

Hunk continued on, "Because that would be amazing. We will finally be able to make chocolate milkshakes, hot chocolate, chocolate fondue- oh, God, what if they have flour. I can finally make pancakes!"

"Hunk, budddy, pal, as much as I love your food rambles," Lance pointed to a frustrated Keith, "You're pissing Keith off."

Allura just rose an inquisitive brow, "What's a pancake?"

"Pidge are you sure these coordinates are correct?" Keith showed Pidge his map and she leaned over Lance to look at it.

She adjusted her glasses and narrowed her eyes, "Yeah, we're supposed to be in town-"

Suddenly, behind them, a giant creature took Lance's collar in its beak. The paladins screamed in surprise and took in the majestic creature.

It looked like a Griffin, half-lion and half-eagle, in neon colors.

Keith took out his blade and the rest of the team took out their Bayards. They charged, but by then the Griffin already flew away.

"No!" Pidge yelled and aimed her grappling hook. She fired.

The green grappling hook wound itself around the Griffin's tail and Pidge went flying with the Griffin.

Hunk grabbed on to the petite girl first and held down the Griffin for a second, long enough for Keith and Allura to climb up on the rope, before flying off too.

Keith and Allura made it to the back of the Griffin and pulled Hunk and Pidge in. The four caught their breath and they ran to the Griffin's shoulders and called out, "Lance! Are you alright?!"

"I'm fine, but look! I know why we didn't find the town!"

The team turned to where Lance easy pointing and they gasped when they saw a huge town on the canopy. Each house was carved into the thick blue trunks of the trees. Yellow lights emanated from inside and the pink leaves added a wonderful, warm tone to the town.

They would have enjoyed the view better if they weren't hanging on for their lives atop of a Griffin.

The Griffin circled the town before finding it's landing space. The Griffin landed on a platform and shook itself. It eventually shook out all the Paladins and they landed in a heap on the floor.

The Griffin peered down at them, Lance still hanging from its beak, and made its way to a big building in front of them. It placed Lance on the roof of said building and it squawked loudly.

The Paladins moved toward the building, but the Griffin looked down at them and squawked menacingly and they backed off.

"Lance!" Pidge yelled.

"I'm fine. Just...admiring the view as a Griffin takes me hostage."

Suddenly, the building's door opens and out came a humanoid-looking alien. It seemed to be female and had big, round eyes like an owl. She had webbed hands and her arms almost reached the ground.

She ran to the Griffin and cooed, "Hey, Brokaw. What you doing here?"

The Griffin cooed too and squawked and pointed its head to the Paladins. The alien stared wide-eyed at the Paladins and she approached them, "Oh, Paladins, you're here! Nice to finally meet you! My name's Crohji, Grijalva's Queen."

Keith extended his hand and gave a tight-lipped smile, "I'm Keith. It's an honor to be here, Crohji, but we do have a slight situation."

Crohji frowned and asked, "I sense frustration, is everything alright?"

"Well, your pet has taken one of our Paladins hostage," Allura explained with amusement in her voice.

Crohji turned around and gasped when she saw Lance on the roof. Lance let out a sheepish smile and waved, "Hi!"

Crohji sighed, "Brokaw, would you please explain yourself?"

The Griffin stood protectively in front of Lance and cawed multiple times as if it was actually speaking. Apparently, Crohji understood everything because she came back with a translation.

"Well, Paladins, as you may know, planet Grijalva and it's inhabitants have deep connections with emotion. Our guardian, Brokaw, is the first emotion reader. Her powers are strong and powerful. She felt the Red paladin is in great emotional distress-"

"WHAT? No I'm not!" Lance huffed, crossing his hand and his cheeks blushing in embarrassment.

Crohji ignored him, "and, as our guardian, it is her job to make him feel better. That is why everyone on planet Grijalva is so happy."

Allura stepped up, "Well, how can we help?"

"We will fix it in the traditional Grijalvian way. His friends and family will shower him with honest compliments, and we will know if they're honest, and then we will have a feast in his honor," Crohji clapped in excitement.

"You," she pointed to Keith, "you will go first. I sense a strong bond between you two. Tell him how you feel about your relationship."

"Well," Keith coughed into his hand, "this is getting awkward."

Lance nodded and blushed in embarassment, "Tell me about it."

"Uh," Keith scratched his neck and stepped up, "Well, you are an awesome pilot. The first time we met, you were absolutley horrible, but now, you've really gotten better. We all see it. Um, you're a great right-hand man too. You offer good strategies and you help me out in tough situations. You take leadership responsibly and you really are Paladin material. We need you, man."

Lance smiled ,"Thanks, Keith, that means a lot."

Crohji smiled and pointed to Hunk, "You. You also seem to be close with the red Paladin. Express yourself."

"Man, where to begin," Hunk pondered and stepped up, "You're the absolute, bestest friend a guy can ask for. You always try to break me out of my nervous shell and you know how to have fun. You're my best friend. Love you, bro."

Lance beamed a toothy smile, "Love you too, bro."

Crohji clapped, "Perfect! Now you!" She pointed to Allura, "he has strong feelings for you, Your Highness," Lance turned bet-red and Pidge pouted (though no one saw that), "Express yourself."

Allura fiddled with her hands and stepped up, "Um, I know how you feel about me, Lance, and I regret to say that I don't feel the same," Lance nodded solemnly and avoided eye contact, "You truly are an amazing guy. You are destined for great things. You have brought me up in my darkest moments. I owe you so much and you mean to me more than you realize."

Allura smiled and Lance smiled back, "Thank you, Princess."

Crohji squealed, "Wonderful! Now all we have left is you, young lady," she pointed at Pidge, "his feelings for you are stronger than for any other. It'll be your statement that will make a difference."

Lance smacked his head against the wooden roof.

Pidge was also blushing hard. She cleared her throat and stepped up to begin, "Well, Lance is probably the closest friends I have next to Hunk. He's always trying to help me break out of the shell I build against round me constantly. He proved all my bullies wrong. His hearty compliments and his jokes are what I look forward to. He's my best friend."

Pidge smiled up at Lance and he returned it. Thinking, it was done, Pidge was about to join the rest of the group before Crohji stopped her, "You are hiding something, Green Paladin."

Pidge stopped and turned around, her voice frustrated, "No I'm not!"

Crohji narrowed her eyes, "You're hiding how you truly feel out of fear."

Pidge glared and yelled, "No, I'm not!"

"If she doesn't want to say it, it's fine, Crohji!" Lance screamed from the top of the building.

The Griffin then squawked and took Lance in her beak again.

"What is she doing?" Keith yelled.

Crohji looked down at Pidge, "If you do not reveal how you feel, Brokaw will let your "best friend" fall from that branch."

The team looked up in horror to see the Griffin leave Lance at a branch, him grabbing onto the branch tightly with both hands.

"Are you insane?" Allura yelled.

Keith formed his Bayard's sword and placed it under Crohji's head, "Bring him down, right now!"

Crohji, calm as ever, warned, "If you hurt me, Brokaw will release your friend's grip and he will fall to his death."

Hunk looked up concerned at his struggling best friend, "Hold on, buddy, I'm coming!"

Hunk turned on his jet pack and he leaped up branch to branch, desperately trying you get to Lance before it's too late. Keith and Allura followed closely.

When Pidge tried to follow them, Crohji held her back with the help of two other Grijalvians.

Pidge struggled, "Let me go! I need to help!"

"You can," Crohji soothed, "You just need to reveal your true feelings."

Pidge roared, "Why are you doing this?!"

Crohji lamented, "I lost a loved one because I wouldn't reveal my true feelings. No one should go through that."

Pidge groaned, "This isn't the right way to do that!"

Crohji sighed, "Your friend is slipping he'll fall in five..."

Hunk is only about three branches away.

"...four..."

Lance is hanging on by one hand.

"...three..."

Keith and Allura are yelling at Pidge.

"...two..."

Lance tries to grab on with his other hand but he almost slipped. A tear falls down Pidge's cheek.

"...o-"

"I LOVE LANCE!"

Silence.

The Griffin appeared under Lance and he fell onto its back. His face in awe as he listened to Pidge.

"There..." she whispered defeatedly, "I said it. I am in love with Lance McClain."

Crohji smiled and was about to put a hand on Pidge's shoulder before Pidge shoved her hand away and spat, "I'm leaving."

The teen twirled in her heels and headed for the woods.

"Wait! We still have the feast!" Crohji called.

"I don't care!" Pidge yelled back.

Once the Griffin landed, Lance jumped off and ran after Pidge, "Pidge! Wait up!"

The paladins were going to follow, but then the Griffin held up a wing to stop them and she cawed.

"What did she say?" Allura asked.

"She said," Crohji gazed in the direction the two ran off to, "To give them privacy."

°•○●○•°

"Pidge! Piiidge! Pidgey? Pigeon! Where are you?" Lance called.

"Nowhere." Pidge deadpanned.

Lance followed the voice and found Pidge kicking the roots of a tree in anger.

"Hey, what did the tree ever do to you?"

"Lance, I don't want your pity. You didn't have to come after me." Pidge pouted and crossed her arms.

"You're right," Lance approached her, "I didn't have to... I needed to."

Pidge huffed and turned away, "Why are your showing me affection now."

"Well," Lance began, "After-"

"I won't be your rebound, Lance. I'm not any body's second choice," Pidge spat solemnly.

"Good thing you aren't mine, then." Lance got closer and Pidge backed up against a tree.

"What are you doing?" Pidge stammered, a blush coming up from Lance's intense gaze.

Lance placed his left forearm beside Pidge's head and his right hand cupped Pidge's jaw, "Something I should have done a long time ago."

Pidge bit her lip.

"Pidge, I never realized my feelings for you until Keith shoved them down my throat a few vargas ago. Our relationship was so fluid and easy, I never realized when our teasing became stronger. I never realized how much I treasured you. When you left to go find your brother, I thought the hole in me was me missing my best friend. I now realize that what we have is so much stronger. Keith opening my eyes to my crush on you was almost like Romeo. He was in love and heartbroken with Rosaline, but once he saw Juliet, everything faded away."

Lance smiled down at Pidge, "You're my Juliet, Pidge, just a smarter, badass version of her."

"Don't forget cooler." Pidge teased, her hands wrapping around Lance's neck.

Lance chuckled, "Definitely cooler."

Lance leaned in and asked, "Can I kiss you?"

Pidge nodded, "Yes."

Their kiss was like Hazel Grace falling asleep and falling in love: it was slow, then all at once.

The two were fairly inexperienced. The only kiss Lance had was with Jenny Shaybon and that was just a peck when he as fifteen. Pidge hasn't had a first kiss.

This was different. It was Pidge. It was so much better.

She pulled at his hair and he pulled her neck in closer so he can have a better grip and position. Their lips were clumsy as they moved against each other.

They were short, fluid kisses that would last a second before they would separate and come back together like magnets.

Lance relaxed his hand and let himself smush Pidge, causing her to giggle as he did so. Her hands cupped his cheeks as he planted more short and frantic kisses, each sucking a bit on her lips.

Lance then shifted his head and started to kiss her jaw, but Pidge stopped him and placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away slightly.

Lance got the memo and immediately stopped, instead planting a kiss on Pidge's forehead and resting his forehead on hers, "Too much?"

Pidge nodded.

"No problem, Pigeon. We'll go at your pace."

Pidge smiled and placed another kiss on his lips, this one long and soft.

Their lips popped as they disconnected and the two let out a sigh. Pidge laid her head on his shoulder an Lance hugged her and breathed in her scent. Peanut butter.

"I can't believe it."

Lance smiled, "Can't believe what?"

Pidge moved away and smirked, "That you finally opened your eyes."

Lance laughed, "That I did," Pidge squeaked as Lance wrapped her in his arms and started kissing her cheeks, "But you're going to have to get used to it 'cause I'm never letting you go now."

When the two returned, their friends were waiting for them. Shiro, Romelle, Krolia, and Coran also came in to join in the feast.

Lance and Pidge materialised from the forest with joint hands and he lifted them up, announcing loudly, "I have found the love of my life!"

The Grijalvians cheered loudly, happy to help two people fix their emotional distress, and team Voltron clapped and smiled for their friends. Coran, Hunk, and Romelle teared up (well, Hunk and Coran actually cried).

Pidge was laughing and Lance took that as a cue to pick her up and twirl her in the air and then bring her down to kiss her soundly. Pidge's hands cupped his cheeks and she smiled in to the kiss.

Lance pulled away and carried her with one hand and faced the crowd and pumped a fist in the air, "Now let's eat some food!"

Pidge smiled and shook her head in amusement, "This is exactly how I imagined our getting together to be like."

Lance laughed and joined their foreheads. He then separated and ran to the table, Pidge bumping up and down in his arm, "Lance put me down!"

"Never!"

#plance #pidgance #romantic plance #lidge #flirtyrobot #seasalt #rainforest #vld rarepair #voltron ship #voltron season 6 #plance fluff #slight langst #langst #plangst

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blueplanettrash · 6 years

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What if Iverson is Lance's dad but didn't want to be apart of his life????

I just want to say right now; I went off track with this. But I loved the idea of Iverson being Lance’s dad. I wrote this quick, it’s bad, I’m sorry. I’m going to go write another story to make up for this now. I hope you enjoy anyway! ❤️

“I think that it’s time that we talked about some stuff,” Shiro said a short time after Sam departed back to Earth. They turned to him in question, it had been quiet after Sam left; the Holt’s didn’t exactly want to talk about much, Hunk was concerned with Lance and Lance himself was too emotionally drained from before Sam left.

“What about?” Pidge asked glumly. Matt stood beside her, gently rubbing her shoulder in comfort.

“It’s obvious that our lack of communication with our families is affecting us, I think that talking about them would help us bond further as a team and give us something to look forward to when we get back,” he suggested, eyes drifting over the team to gauge their reactions.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Shiro,” Allura said, breaking into their circle.

“I don’t know guys, wouldn’t it make us miss home more?” Hunk asked nervously.

“There’s no harm in trying, if it’s not beneficial to us we don’t have to try again,” Matt reassured them as the rest of them nodded in agreement.

“Excellent, I’ll get the mind meld ready,” Coran stated, twirling his moustache, ready to turn and set up the training room.

“No, no mind meld Coran, we’re going to do this the human way,” Shiro said. At that, the rest of the paladins relaxed, heaving out a relieved sigh.

“Wouldn’t it be more beneficial to use the mind meld? That way nobody would be able to hide anything from each other,” Allura asked in honest confusion.

“It’s not about keeping secrets from each other Princess, this is to help each other get our troubles off our chest, we’ll only share what we want to share,” Shiro explained as the paladins gathered around him closer. “Sometimes it’s better just to talk to people close to us to help with our feelings then let everyone just see what we’re thinking about,”

“Any complaints?” He asked the group. Nobody stepped up and Shiro nodded. “We’ll meet in the lounge in a few then,”

“Does anybody want to start?” Shiro asked looking around the circle. After a few moments of no one wanting to step forward, Lance silently raised his hand and scooted forward.

“Well, I have two brothers and two sisters, Mark and Maria are both older than me and Caleb and Sophie are younger than me, they’re also twins,”

“So you’re a middle child,” Pidge huffed with a smile. “It makes so much sense,”

“Shut up,” he pouted. “We live with my mom, grandpa and grandma and my dad stays at the Garrison,”

“Why is your dad at the Garrison?”

“He’s an instructor there,” he revealed somewhat hesitantly.

“Wait, really!? Did we ever have him?” Pidge asked, sitting up straighter. Lance sighed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

“I really don’t want to talk about it guys,”

“Why? Do we hate him or something? Are you guys not close? Hunk rambled

“No we are, just, when he was working we didn’t seem close, you wouldn’t know that we’re father and son,” he admitted quickly.

“I don’t remember any McClains though,” Keith hummed in thought.

“I applied under my mom’s maiden name,”

“Aww man, that’s not fair, we can’t even try to figure it out now,” Hunk whined.

“Maybe I don’t want you to figure it out,” Lance growled, curling up on himself.

“Back off guys, clearly he doesn’t want to talk about it anymore so leave him be,” Shiro cut in sternly. They sat back, mumbling out apologizes in Lance’s direction but he wasn’t listening anymore.

He didn’t want anyone on board to know who his dad was; pretty much everyone on board was very vocal about their hate for Iverson; especially Keith. He couldn’t exactly blame them but he was completely different when he wasn’t teaching.

Before he attended the Garrison he told his dad that he wanted to keep it a secret. He really wanted to make friends that weren’t just nice to him because he was the Commander’s son.

Obviously, he couldn’t be biased towards Lance either, just because he was his kid. He had heard many stories of people getting away with hideous things just because their parent was a high ranking official in some way or another. He remembered the week or so before he left for the Garrison, talking to his dad on the phone.

“Just because I’m the Commander, don’t think that you can get away with things. I’m going to treat you just the same as any student during class. You’re going to address me as Sir, just like any other student during class, got it?”

“Yeah, I got it,”

“Good,” he paused for a few moments. “I’m glad that you’re coming out here, I don’t get to see you as much as I want to,”

“We miss you too dad,”

Sure sometimes he could get a little hurtful during an assessment, but let’s be real; they were being drilled for the military. Military space travel to be exact, if he can’t take a little heat for something as dumb as not being able to work as a team, how would he deal with taking someone else’s admonishments. He would admit that the little stunt of threading the needle when he should have been taking a safer route was a bit irresponsible.

It didn’t change the fact that the last conversation he had with his dad was him yelling about his failure in the simulator. Usually, he would call him back and talk him through his mistakes after they were done but he was called away on other business; which happened to be Shiro crash landing in the middle of the desert.

He didn’t know what happened to him; it’s not like he kept tabs on Lance all the time. What if he saw him on the bike heading towards Keith’s shack? What if he saw him in the tent rescuing Shiro? What if he thought it was his fault that Lance went missing?

Every question that he asked himself bounced around in his head. What if mom blamed him too? Oh God, he wanted to go home now.

“Lance?” He shook his head and looked over at Shiro who was sending him a concerned expression. “Are you okay?”

“Actually I think I’m going to head in for the night, I’m not feeling too hot,” he sighed, pushing himself up.

“Well, okay then,” Shiro trailed off as Lance walked to the doors.

“Feel better Lance,” Hunk called as he walked over the threshold. He waved back at them as the doors shut before letting out a long sigh and walking back to his room.

It was never easy thinking about home. He missed his house, he missed his family, he missed his friends. It was even harder trying to think about what they were doing. He couldn’t imagine that his dad was taking his disappearance too well; he didn’t think that any of his family would be but he couldn’t imagine the pressure of keeping his post while he was going to be mourning as well.

He tried to push away as many memories as he could to solely focus on finishing the war and getting back home. It seemed that everyone shared the sentiment and point their nose to the grind to help Lotor secure his throne so they could leave everything to him.

Lance was happy to say that he had been wrong about Lotor and when they finally asked if they could go home; Allura and Lotor smiled at each other and dismissed them from their duty.

They weren’t ashamed to say that they had burst into tears at the statement. They always knew that they weren’t prisoners but at the same time, they felt like they had a responsibility to protect the universe when it couldn’t protect itself.

Allura ended up relinquishing the ownership of the lions to their paladins. At first, they were surprised at the turn of the events but she only smiled and said that she doubted that they would let them off the ship without them. Thankfully, he was back in Blue since Keith returned to the team on his mother’s advice.

“What are we waiting for!?” He suddenly burst out in excitement. At that they all ran down to the hangers, suiting up and readying their lions. They shot out into space, hovering around the Castle as Allura prepared a wormhole for them.

“I’m sad to see you go, paladins,” she admitted in the silence of space.

“Don’t worry Allura, I doubt this will be the last time that we meet,” Shiro said happily. The wormhole growing in front of the Castle.

“If you’re ever in our solar system, give us a call!” Lance cheered before ploughing into the wormhole. Just like the first time they went through, they appeared at the edge of Kerberos. Quickly Shiro patched into the Garrison frequencies and relayed their position and to not attack.

Unlike before, the Lions took their time getting back to Earth and the paladins watched in awe as they passed the planets. Being in their own solar system put everything they had just done in perspective. They never thought that they would be going anywhere near another solar system, they never thought that they would meet other intelligent life in their lifetime. They did so much more than that though, they became the figures that everyone depended on.

As the lions flew around each other, happily corkscrewing to the surface, they could see the instructors of the Garrison lined up outside the building. They didn’t have any weapons drawn, they just watched as they gently touched down to the ground. Even though they didn’t patch through, they expected maybe a tank or something to intimidate them or something.

“Is anyone else confused?” Keith asked as the lions crouched down, their maws opening to release their paladins.

“If they try anything, the Lions won’t allow it,” Shiro affirmed, stepping out of Black’s mouth, his helmet covering his head. The rest of them followed suit, lining up orderly in front of their lions.

Tears welled up in Lance’s eyes as he saw his father sternly looking down on them in assessment. It became too much and he swiftly pulled his helmet off and sprinted towards him with a cry.

“DAD!” He called, a faint wobble in his voice. It only took a split second for the realization to sink in and Iverson was bounding forward as well, his features slack in disbelief.

He crashed into the solid warm mass of his dad and clutched on for dear life.

“Lance? Is that really you?” He asked quietly, pulling back slightly to pat at his face as if someone were wearing a disguise to fool him.

“It’s really me, dad,” he confirmed with a small smile. His jaw clenched and his face scrunched up as he pulled Lance into a tighter hug. As Lance’s arms reached around to clutch at the familiar Garrison uniform, they dissolved into sobs. Their lost family had been returned to them and they couldn’t be more relieved.

“Where did you go?” Iverson asked, rocking the both of them gently as they tried to calm each other down. Lance sighed and snuggled further into the hug.

“It’s a long story dad,”

After he had calmed down and the paladins were given a place to rest, as expected the questions started. He didn’t think the first one would come from Keith though.

“I punched your dad?”

“You punched my dad,”

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I know you said you don't write for Voltron, but could you give us some sick hcs like you did for YOI?

Sure, why not?

Sick VLD headcanons under the cut. I tried to differentiate them from the other ones I’ve seen floating around, but any similarities are innocently lifted rather than intentionally stolen. 🤒😷😴

Lance

As a sickie:

• Actually has a pretty sturdy immune system. He’s kind of cocky about it though. Like, there isn’t much of an effort on his part to avoid germs because he’s so confident he can resist them. This is why on the infrequent occasions he does get sick, it tends to sneak up on him.

• Mildly dramatic. He won’t start writing up a will or anything, but if he comes down with something, he’s not subtle about it. The type to sprawl out on a cold floor (tile, linoleum, the metal on the castle, etc) if he’s feeling feverish. Will not move once he’s down, everybody just has to walk around him.

• It was easier for him to deal with getting sick on Earth. On Earth he could use it to his advantage to skip class or get extra attention from his family. In space it’s more difficult for him, first of all because of the additional responsibilities, but also because it feeds his insecurity. He doesn’t want to be the weak leak on a mission. That said, it becomes a boasting point if he manages to do well anyway. He might brag about shooting down sentries while being infected with “alien plague” and that sort of thing.

• Keeps a cough now and then. He could be mostly over a cold for like a week and still have a lingering cough. This worries the others, but is the kind of thing that clears up eventually. Usually, anyway.

As a caretaker:

• Actually awesome. The guy has superb emotional intelligence, man. He can tell when someone doesn’t feel good and he just wants to make them feel better. Very attentive to sick friends, even if they’re cranky. The first person to ask if you need to sit down, or offer a glass of water.

• Pretty good at cheering people up, really. Promises whoever’s sick that they’re gonna get over it, tries to keep them focused on the positive but doesn’t push too hard to force it either. Being sick is a bummer and he empathizes.

• Won’t shove medicine down anyone’s throat, but isn’t really a pushover about it either. If the patient doesn’t take it, that’s on them when it takes longer to get better. He tried.

Pidge

As a sickie:

• Pitiful. Poor thing gets hit really hard by germs. She isn’t dramatic but it’s always painfully obvious when she’s coming down with something. She’s so quiet that it gives everybody this uneasy sense of wrong and she’s mopey too. Not whiny, really, but just…sad. Like a puppy that lost its favorite toy. She’s so pale the second she runs a fever, she’s red as a tomato.

• Only picks at food. Like, she will try to eat. She isn’t the kind of sickie to swear off on food. Logically she knows it’s important to get in the nutrients, but once the food is in front of her, she can’t actually force herself to swallow. She just stirs the soup until it’s cold. Uses her fork to scrape faces into the toast without nibbling past the crust.

• Because of her allergies, she’s pretty used to being stuffed up and the congestion of colds and like is a familiar state to slug through. But stomach bugs pulverize her. If she pukes her guts up for three days, she’s still feeling like a bear clawed through her stomach three days later. It’s just that sore.

• Performs like a compliant, obedient zombie. If her team is like yeah, okay you need to go to bed right now, she does so without protest. Or if it’s the opposite and it’s like, sorry you’re sick but this mission can’t wait, she just as easily goes along with it.

As a caretaker:

• She tries her best, but she gets overwhelmed by difficult patients. If a cranky sickie is yelling at her, she’ll probably throw a box of tissues at their head or something. Or if a delirious one starts wandering or rambling, she’s gonna freak out. Does a lot better with docile patients.

• Stays up late to watch over whoever isn’t feeling good, whether they gave her grief or not.

• Assuming it’s just a cold and the sickie isn’t suffering too bad, she’ll test alien remedies out on them. Particularly Olkarion ones because she’s fond of their culture.

Keith

As a sickie:

• He won’t acknowledge that he’s sick until he has to. He ignores silent symptoms, like various aches and sore throats. Once it’s past that point and he’s audibly/visibly ill, he’ll take some aspirin and go to bed early but not much more than that. Tries to lone wolf it as much as possible, even if he appreciates that his friends want to help.

• Used to get awful ear infections as a kid. Painful, dizzying, high fever kind. Bore it stoically even then. It would take passing out in class for authority figures to notice like, hey, this kid is sick. To date, when something’s coming on, he’ll usually feel it in his ears first. That uncomfortable pressure behind the eardrums and whatnot.

• Is the embodiment of that popular whump trope. Yeah, you know the one. The character that gets sick and proceeds to push themselves to the point of collapse? That’s Keith.

As a caretaker:

• Competent but a quiet worrier. Always double checks labels to make sure he’s giving whoever the right medicine and the right dosage of said medicine.

• Hangs around with the infected rather than periodically checking on them, never particularly concerned about catching the bug. Always lets his patient pick the tv/movie since they don’t feel well, whether or not it’s anything he finds interesting.

• Observant, probably the first to notice when someone else is getting sick. And then he’s hypocritical, because he’ll call them out on it despite being the type to hide it when he’s ill himself.

Hunk

As a sickie:

• Um, mean. Or at the very least, grouchy and testy. Company grates on him when he’s sick and is definitely not appreciated. He’s the type to hibernate like an animal to sleep something nasty off, and anybody hovering around is in the way of that regardless of good intentions.

• Handles stomach bugs gracefully, if grumpily. Constant motion sickness and anxiety means he’s nauseous half the time anyway. He does better with them than regular flus or colds because pushing through nausea is basically normalcy.

• Gets knocked off his feet by any ailment with muscle fatigue. General weakness takes a lot out of him. He’s a huge dude packing major bodily strength so he feels it super hard when it just depletes in the wake of a bad flu or something.

As a caretaker:

• Very gentle. Conscious of germs, but uses sanitizer discreetly so as not to offend the ill.

• Obviously the first person to whip up some soup and comfort food. Also sneaks vitamins into his friends’ food if it seems like there’s something going around.

• Surprisingly calm when it comes to dealing with delirious patients. Yeah, on the inside it’s freaking him out, but he realizes it’s important to remain outwardly chill to provide as much comfort as he can and hopefully get them to relax. You can’t get a delirious person to relax if you’re obviously losing your shit.

Shiro

As a sickie:

Languishes when he comes down with anything respiratory. I think most peeps pretty much take it as canon that Shiro has a deviated septum because of his facial scar and I am included in this. Even the sniffles fucking wreak this guy.

He tries to keep it together because he’s a leader, downplaying illnesses even if they’re bringing on nosebleeds and migraines. He’ll keep it up as long as he can, unless it gets bad enough that his poor state becomes a liability for the team. He’ll take a step back at that point, begrudgingly accepting that he’s too sick to function. When it reaches this point, it is immensely frustrating for him.

Laying in bed makes him restless and sometimes a little snappy. It gives him too much time to think, with nothing to distract him from being sick. Nothing to distract him from those intrusive thoughts that stem from his trauma. He won’t ask the others to hang around his bedside because it feels like burdening them, but secretly prefers company if only to keep away the silence.

Impatient. Antsy about the speed of recovery, always worries that he won’t recover fast enough even if he’s only a day or two into a cold. Overexerts himself at the first sign of recovery and pushes himself too hard too fast, which could very well land him right back in bed.

As a caretaker:

Silently reluctant. You would never know it because he does such a good job of encouraging the sickie to get better and piling extra blankets on their bed, with reassuring shoulder pats and soothing smiles. But because illnesses hit him so hard, he’s internally nervous about contagion.

He feels guilty for thinking of the other paladins as biohazards when they’re sick. Obviously it’s not their fault. Nonetheless, he is painfully cognizant of the fact that when they get the sniffles, he’s likely to end up battling a serious sinus infection. It’s not fair but it is what it is.

While he goes against his better instincts and actively plays nurse anyway, he is always washing. Vigorously scrubs his natural hand until the skin is flaky and cracked, maybe even bleeding. Cleans his prosthetic one with strong antiseptic wipes, over and over and over. If he can sneak in a hot shower or two, he absolutely will.

Allura

As a sickie:

Out of it. Really weird and spacey. There’s no having a conversation with her. She’s that person that gets delirious even running a low grade fever and the next thing you know, she’s organizing the items in the fridge by color even though she can barely stand.

The kind of patient who will agree go to bed, but wants to work while she’s in bed rather than actually resting. She draws out battle strategies while she’s all laid up, but because of the aforementioned delirium, they usually aren’t good ones. Once she’s recovered, she either revises them or tosses them out entirely.

•Sensitive to noises and sounds, particularly sounds. The team takes care to speak in low tones around her when she’s sick. She gets headaches and body aches rather easily, and hot baths are her preferred method to relieve the latter, whether or not she’s feverish.

As a caretaker:

Mostly confused. Her team is primarily composed of Earthlings and they don’t come with health manuals.

She isn’t particularly nurturing but she certainly means well. Might throw a patient with chills into a bath hot enough to boil lobsters, or force fed them a few gallons of soup.

•The one aspect of care taking she’s genuinely good at is companionship. Being sick is boring and Allura is great at telling stories. Her voice is also very soft and mellow and serves as a soothing lullaby to any sickie having trouble going to sleep.

Bonus Matt and Romelle because I’m already this far.

Matt

As a sickie:

Susceptible to chills. He can never get warm enough when he’s sick. He layers up big time, fuzzy socks, thick scarf, sweaters over long sleeve shirts, big ol’ blanket over his shoulders.

Is not particularly cleanly. That blanket over his shoulders? Yeah, it’s also his giant tissue. It’s full of boogers and spittle and he is too sick to care.

Drinks a ton of hot tea. It’s the only time he drinks hot tea in fact, when he’s healthy, he prefers iced tea. But when he’s sick, the teapot is always on. sweetens with honey to help his throat.

As a caretaker:

Indulgent, particularly if it’s Pidge who’s not feeling well. Whether you’re Pidge or not, you’re getting candy.

Bundles patients up in blanket burritos, whether they have the chills or not. Somethings this works out great. Sometimes the blanket burritos are too tight to escape.

Pretty good at keeping track of symptoms and the way they fluctuate over the course of an illness.

Romelle.

As a sickie

Complains a lot. Overshares all of her symptoms, no matter what she’s come down with or how gross others might find it.

Needy. She doesn’t necessarily require taking care of, per se, but she does not want to be alone.

Will not stay in bed. It’s too boring and all her sheets are soaked in sweat and sticky, so how is she supposed to sleep anyway?

As a caretaker:

Simultaneously attentive and an asshole. She will spoon feed a sickie soup but make fun of them for being snotty and gross in between every sip.

Will undertake all the chores of the ill and then tell them she does a better job anyway. Once they’re back on their feet, she should show them how to do things right.

Loves pointing out all the ways an illness can get worse and goes into graphic detail with a cheery smile on her face.

Grooms her patients if they’re not feeling up to doing it themselves with a genuine tenderness. Brushes their hair, wipes them down with clean cloths, doesn’t make a big deal out of helping them change clothes. She’s just a total mixed bag.

#blip answers #headcanons #illness #sickfic #vld headcanons

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