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qveensbury · 6 years

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loverboy Hunk

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Keith couldn’t stand diplomatic missions, but it had to be done. Voltron was to be a symbol of peace. Allura found that to mean forming alliances.

All of the Paladins were thrown into this. But Keith wondered if he was the least suited for being a Paladin. Not really on a level of skill; he was skilled as a fighter and pilot. He’d pull it together by the skin of his teeth. But being a symbol wasn’t something the Garrison prepared him for.

Keith scowled and hung to the outskirts.

Hunk might have been the next least suited, but he had the diplomatic part down. He couldn’t keep a plane steady in a pinch, but could charm the jewels of a queen.

At one point Allura found it best to pair them together.

“You relax around Hunk. It’s better than when you’re grimacing. We don’t need song and dance, but we’d do better without your stormy presence.”

Keith did feel more relaxed around Hunk. Aside from Shiro, he was his closest friend on Voltron. It would make the missions bearable.

On the third planet, Keith began to notice a pattern.

Hunk would greet an alien. During a brief conversation, they’d start to giggle at the puns Hunk would make. Hunk would thank them and talk to someone new. The first alien would continue following Hunk with their eyes (or eye). They’d ask Keith questions about Hunk. Rinse and repeat.

It wasn’t until the fifth planet that someone approached Allura about an engagement.

Keith found it amusing not because it was unlikely Hunk could attract such attention, but because of how innocently it all began: Hunk being a friendly face and a warm aura. He embodied something everyone craved.

Keith could understand.

It didn’t hurt that it also drove Lance crazy how Hunk didn’t need to try to pull hearts.

Hunk was flustered as the team discussed the engagement proposal.

“We should come up with a cover story before we get to the next planet,” Shiro crossed his arms.

“Indeed, marriage alliances cannot be on the table,” Coran agreed.

“Marriage alliance!” Hunk exclaimed. He started muttering about the reasons he could not move to outer space, current circumstances aside.

Keith patted his shoulder and handed him a gadget to fiddle with. “Relax…loverboy.”

AN: First, Hunk is my actual son. I love him so much. Next, I love Keith and Hunk’s friendship. Their interactions are everything and I wish we got to see more of it in canon. Last, I definitely want to do more loverboy!Hunk especially after this personality swap AU. my beta and i can’t spell

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#hunk (voltron)#platonic heith #Voltron fanfiction #heith fanfiction #c&e drabble

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breeeliss · 6 years

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8 + Hunk and a character of your choice, can be shippy or platonic

the prompt is “the correct way to organize the dishes” and for some reason keith immediately comes to mind so i hope you don’t mind heith

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Hunk took a deep breath and calmly pressed his hands against the counter. “Okay. Why don’t we start by debriefing and talking about what went wrong here.”

Keith rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek and fiddled with one of the butter knives. “…you insisted on buying porcelain plates instead of just using the paper ones the pizza delivery guy gives us?”

“Keith, you can’t exclusively use paper plates for the rest of your life. We talked about this.”

“Um, says you. I once ate soup off a paper plate.”

Hunk lifted a finger, snapped his mouth shut, and put it back down. “Alright, we’re going to unpack that later because wow. But can we please return to the part where we’re currently out forty dollars worth of dinner plates because of how you packed the cupboard?”

Keith kicked a stray piece of broken porcelain and watched it skitter across the floor. “I’d rather go back to watching TV if I’m being honest – ”

“Okay, buddy, it’s really not that hard. You just stack them one on top of the other and lay them flat,” Hunk explained. “We have like…seven cabinets, if there’s not enough space in one just use the other one.”

“That wastes so much space,” Keith insisted. “If you stand them up on the edge you can just stuff them all in sideways and fit it in one cupboard no problem.”

“Yeah. And how did that work out for you?”

“Okay, so ideally, they’re not supposed to roll out the cabinet and onto the floor but it was two in the morning and I was doing the dishes half asleep and I wanted to pass out before work in the morning.”

“Why were you doing dishes at two in the morning?”

“Because that’s when I watch re-runs of the X-Files and I figured if I’m just watching TV I might as well do the dishes for you before you get up in the mornings.”

Hunk tilted his head. “That’s…so sweet of you. But so irresponsible, you should go to bed earlier. But still sweet. And bad, so bad Keith, stop binging shows in the middle of the night.”

Keith smirked. “You literally binged Cupcake Wars two nights ago, don’t lie to me.”

Hunk blushed and busied himself with finding the broom tucked behind the fridge. “T-That’s different! I was doing research.”

Keith kneeled down to pick up the bigger pieces and throw them in the trash. “Sure you were.”

“Hey, we’re getting off topic! I’m adding an item to the household rules. Plates have to be stacked flat in the cupboards. Anything else is unacceptable.”

“Ooorrrr, we could just switch to paper plates and stack them however we want because they don’t break on impact.”

“Keith I want us to live like civilized people. Please help me in doing this.”

“You know, while we’re at it, we should just eat with plastic sporks too. And cook all our meals in a Keurig.”

“Keeeeiiiittthhhhh, you’re killing my soul over here man, don’t make jokes like that!”

#heith #hunk vld #keith vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #hunk garrett #heith fanfiction #voltron fanfiction #my writing #yellowmagicalgirl #ask #tumblr fic

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icypantherwrites · 3 years

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New Fic: Pancakes

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Summary: Apparently, as Hunk has just learned, he’s been in space, missing from home, for eighty days. And eighty days from the day they left is… his birthday. His eighteenth birthday. Hunk never thought he’d be celebrating it like this, with his team instead of his family and friends, but… but maybe he still is.

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There were definitely multiple people talking in there and Hunk swallowed down the sudden pang at the realization that he hadn’t been included. He didn’t mind at all that the others did their own thing, he knew he certainly did with both Lance and Pidge, but…

But they were in the kitchen.

That wasn’t his kitchen but…

But it sort of was.

He could either be grumpy about it though or put on a smile and see if they needed help — and find out who, exactly, on the team could also cook as while he wasn’t entirely sure of the scent — something vanilla-y? Buttery? — it didn’t smell burnt whatsoever so they were clearly on to something.

Maybe Keith? Hunk’s lips quirked up at the thought and maybe, if that were the case, this would be a good start for them maybe trying to be friends? Hunk wanted to be friends with his teammates as…

His smile and step faltered.

As they were all he had up here.

Which was why, he forced his smile back, he had to put his own best foot forward. Be friendly, be kind, and be open to the fact that they were all very, very different people who had been thrown up into space the same as him.

Hunk entered the kitchen.

And froze as not one person, not two, but all of them were gathered throughout it — Keith at the stove, Shiro at the counter chopping what looked like fruit, Pidge next to him stirring a bowl and Lance sorting something out of sight on plates.

“Hunk!” Pidge near screeched, spotting him first as she looked up from her bowl, and it might have been funny if Hunk hadn’t been feeling so hurt as every single head whipped up to look at the door.

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#Voltron #VLD #Hunk #Hunk angst #fanfiction #fanfic #homesickness #cooking #team bonding #icypanther #icypantherwrites #hurt comfort #comfort #so much fluff and comfort #platonic hance #platonic heith #Lance #Keith

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mynameismeowmeow · 4 years

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on AO3 looking up smut: I require the spiciest of lemons

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coranbestman · 4 years

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How about heith cuddles or kissing?

There was truly… just something about being close to the one you love. The intimacy, the love, the warmth.

And for someone like Keith, sometimes, it was just too much. He could feel the intake, and exhale of breathe from Hunk, ghosting along his neck, and he found himself curling in closer. He had spent so long, without this. There was no way he was going to let anyone take this from him.

Even if that “anyone” was a war.

“Hey,” The soft whisper made him pause, and he felt a smile slowly spread across his face. There was that gentle, fond, loving look in Hunk’s eyes, and the warmth spread from his heart, down to the tips of his toes.

He shifted in the blanket, pursing his lips to stop himself from smiling. “Hey yourself,” he whispered back. There was no need to whisper – none at all. But perhaps it was became everything so much more… intimate, that he whispered back. He didn’t want to stop.

The arms around him moved, bringing him oh-so closer, and this, Keith realized solemnly, was what he had been missing all along.

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cabbagebender · 4 years

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excerpts from unfinished fics #2

5 Times Someone Confessed to Hunk (and one time he confessed to someone else) [voltron: legendary defender]

Fic Summary: This fic was going to be an exploration of Hunk figuring out he’s aromantic through his reactions to other people’s feelings for him. The fic also features aro Keith, as seen in the excerpt below.

Words: 345 Warnings: Swearing Likelihood of Finishing: Lowish-Middle (more likely if requested)

5. Keith

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"Y'know, I'm really glad we're friends now,” Hunk said. “Not that we weren't always friends, but, friends-friends. Just the two of us."

"Yeah, me too," Keith said quietly.

They lapsed into silence. It was comfortable, to Hunk. He'd gotten used to Keith's more introverted ways. It was a kind of compromise between their natures; spend time together, but spend it quietly.

"I used to think I had a crush on you," Keith said suddenly.

Hunk startled, and banged his head on the bottom of the car.

"Fuck!"

"Are you okay!?"

"Yeah, I – ow." Hunk slid out from under the car and sat up, clutching his forehead. "Shit."

Keith's eyes widened, and he jumped to his feet. "I'll get something for that."

Hunk gestured across the garage. "There's ice packs in the mini-fridge."

Keith returned with an ice pack and two cans of Altean soda. Hunk accepted both gratefully and leaned back against the car, pressing the pack against his forehead. Keith sat down next to him and popped his soda open, both of them automatically closing their eyes at the small explosion of moisture that followed. Hunk wasn't sure if Coran had gotten the recipe wrong or if ancient Alteans had genuinely liked their food to be such an experience, but it tasted great, so they'd all learned to live with the side effects.

Hunk waited until the air had cleared to speak. "So." He grinned. "A crush, huh."

Keith stared fixedly at the opposite wall and took a sip of soda, almost managing to hide the sudden flush of his cheeks behind his arm. "I said I thought I did."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with a bit of a gay crush someti–"

"Of course there's not." Keith shot him a glare. "That wasn't the issue."

"There was an issue?"

Keith set his soda down and crossed his arms, chewing at the inside of his cheek.

"You ever heard of aromanticism?" he said finally.

"Yeah? – Oh."

"I hadn't. I knew about gay and bi and pan but… I figured everyone liked someone.”

#voltron: legendary defender #keith #hunk #platonic heith #fanfiction #heith #which i'm just using there as my catchall tag #the disaster writes #creations of the universe #excerpts from unfinished fics #aromantic #aro hunk #aro keith #aromantic headcanons #aro voltron

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ronswansoneatsmyass · 5 years

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I feel like the VLD fandom is already slowing down and it makes me sad. I usually check Ao3 every two days or so for new content and for the last week it's been the same stories, nothing new or updated. There's only like 3 that were posted yesterday.

Makes me sad. I know that it's gonna all end sometime but I really love this fandom, honestly, even with it's shit. RIP VLD i guess

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vldfanenesp · 1 year

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Master List Of Links

Hilos De Telar - Polydin AU Fanfiction

Los paladines de Voltron no solo deben enfrentar al emperador Zarkon, a su ejército Galra y liberar a toda la galaxia, sino también deben comprender que son esos sentimientos que sienten los unos por los otros y descubrir si son reales o solo un efecto más de su conexión con el arma legendaria que es Voltron.

Reseña [X]

Head Canons

Características generales del UA [X]

Ships polydines [X]

Romanticas:

Kidge, Klance (Leith), Sheith, Heith, Plance, Shidge, Hidge, Hance, Shance y Shunk.

Romances de Allura (En desarrollo)

Coran x Ilak (Corak??) (En desarrollo)

Fanfics

Primera Parte: Multicolores

1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 1.4 1.5 1.6 1.7 1.8 1.9 Completo

Segunda Parte: Macrame

2.0 2.1 2.2 2.3 2.4 2.5 2.6 2.7 2.8 2.9 2.10 2.11 2.12 2.13 2.14 Completo

Tercera parte - Punto y seguido

3.0 3.1 3.2 3.3 3.4 3.5 3.6 3.7 3.8 3.9 3.10 Completo

Cuarta parte - Bordado (nuevo)

4.0 4.1 4.2 4.3 4.4 4.5

Epilogo: Code: Paladin blood

E.0 E.1

Aventuras Adicionales

Especial: Bond-fire Completo

1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 1.4 1.5 1.6 1.7 1.8 1.9

Especial Fic/Aventura adicional: Base espacial BX-21L7 Completo

BX.0 BX.1 BX.2 BX.3 BX.4 BX.5 BX.6 BX.7 BX.8 BX.9 BX.10 BX.11 BX.12 BX.13 BX.14 BX.15 BX.16 BX.17 BX.18 BX.19 BX.20

Especial: Pecado de sangre (Siguiente)

P.0 P.1 P.2 P3 P.5

Links fuera de Tumblr

Hilos de Telar - Fanfiction.net

Hilos de Telar - Wattpad

Hilos de Telar - Archive of Our Own

Ultima actualización: 07/03/2023

#voltron fanfic #Voltron fanfiction #Master list

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bubble-beetle · 5 years

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Keith & Hunk hanging out together

My heart: ❤️💞💓💗💞❤️💗💖💘💕💗❤️💗

#HECK YEAH MY BOYS #im expecting fanfiction of hunk and keith stuck together on the clear day ride #heith #voltron #vld spoilers

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ghostmayawrites · 5 years

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Words: 3169

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Teen & Up

Ship: Keith/Hunk, Keith/Lance

My several month late gift to my wonderful co-mod @sachiela for the @voltronsecretsanta2k18 event, I hope you enjoy :)

“Staring off into the distance, getting easily distracted,” Lance started listing off, warning bells flaring in Keith’s mind. He held his breath, waiting for the blow. Lance grinned, and he hoped to god that Lance didn’t notice the beads of sweat crawling down his forehead. “You’re dating someone, aren’t you Kogane?”

“Uh…” Fuck. This was bad. Lance was staring at him, and Keith was supposed to tell him who he’s dating, oh god, he needs to think of a name before Lance gets suspicious, like, right now. “It’s Hunk.”

#ghostmayawrites #my post #voltron #keith #hunk #lance #klunk #klance #heith #fanfiction #voltronsecretsanta2k18 #writeblr

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yelmor-boots · 5 years

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Four attempts, different techniques, and the space flour still found its way on the floor. Keith groaned and threw the packet onto the counter. "How is this calming?" Hunk laughed at his misery. And here Keith thought he was a good person. He pouted at the yellow paladin before taking off the ridiculous apron. He glowered at the strange printed picture.

@keithgenuary

#keithgenuary #keith #hunk #heith #voltron fanfiction

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icypantherwrites · 4 years

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Throwback Thursday: Following the Leader (Wherever He May Go)

It’s Throwback Thursday! ♥ Maybe it’s new to you, an old favorite… but hope you enjoy and if you do as always please do drop a comment ♥

Following the Leader (Wherever He May Go)

Summary: Following a crash, Keith, Lance and Hunk are stranded in a jungle miles from safety. Lance is blaming himself for it and doubting his abilities, Keith is hiding his injury because a leader can't be seen as weak and Hunk is trying to keep them all together. The jungle is full of hidden dangers but not all of them are wild. Some are man-made. And those are the most dangerous of all.

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Lance forced back the hot tears threatening his vision as he gently brushed and picked up the shards of glass from Keith's face, dropping them onto the floor. He wasn't as successful as he'd hoped because Hunk's hand, large and warm even in gloves, descended on his upper arm where the armor didn't cover and gave it a squeeze.

"It's not your fault," he said quietly, far too familiar with Lance's brand of self-blame.

"How is it not?" Lance retorted back, hating how his voice cracked on the last word. He knew Hunk meant well but this was entirely his fault and there was no going around it.

Keith groaned again and his eyes fluttered beneath closed lids before opening, hazy and disoriented. Not a moment too soon at least, as the glass had been cleared and other than one small scratch on his cheek removed without any damage.

Amethyst eyes shifted from staring blankly in front to the side to meet Lance's.

An apology danced on Lance's tongue, guilt threatening to drown him, when Keith spoke, words a rasp but no less cutting.

"You should have let me pilot."

Lance hung his head, feeling the tears come back and he swallowed thickly. "I know," he whispered.

Keith struggled to move to sitting then but Hunk's hand fell heavy on his shoulder and pushed him back to where he was lying on the floor.

"Not so fast, man, you could be hurt," Hunk worried.

"I'm fine," Keith grit out, pushing way Hunk's hand and managing to sit, his breath hitching a moment later and his jaw clenched. He looked between both of his fellow Paladins. "What's our status?"

"Um…" Hunk glanced up and out the window where the only thing visible were trees. "We… landed?"

"Where?"

"Hey," Lance snapped, pulling Keith's attention, tears evaporated in the face of Hunk's wince at Keith's response, "Hunk is trying to help."

If you enjoy the fic my Ko-Fi is always open for tips! ♥

#Voltron #VLD #Langst #Kangst #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Following the Leader (Wherever He May Go)#IcyPanther #throwback thursday #Platonic Klance #Platonic Hance #Platonic Heith #Angst #whump #hurt comfort

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kitausu · 6 years

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Patreon: Personalized Fic

Requested: Lance tries to drum up donations for the fire station and figured stripping was the best way to go!

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Lance hadn’t planned for it to go this way. He knew Keith thought otherwise, but Keith was a dick and not the pretty kind that Lance frequently liked…well…used to like. He was pretty exclusively on Shiro’s dick nowadays, not that it wasn’t pretty. It was gorgeous, actually. And it wasn’t like Lance had ever even seen Keith’s dick. That was Hunk’s…property? Lance figured Keith wouldn’t necessarily like that choice of word but there it was and he was getting off track.

The point was that Lance had been trying to do a good thing when he set this up and that was exactly what he was going to say in his defense when Shiro got him off the stage and completely destroyed him.

The Altean Fire Station was running low on funds, like it usually was around this time of year. And sure, Shiro looked damn good with his shirt off, holding out that boot on the side of the road. And sure it always came back full of cash and Shiro looking as if he was somewhere between innocently thinking it was for a good cause and knowing damn well Lance would be waiting to jump him the moment they were alone. But even Shiro’s glorious pecs (and they were glorious) wasn’t cutting it this year and they really needed the money and well...

And besides, why should Shiro be the only one using his body? Lance had an amazing body, confirmed by the exact 1 million times Shiro had grabbed his ass over the past year. And basically, all of this was to say, Lance dancing to Nicki in some slim little booty shorts on a stage, his long legs wrapped around the poll, the wolf whistles, Shiro’s face, it was all for charity.

Lance wanted that on record.

In the land of things Lance also wanted on the record, was that Keith, despite all his protestations to the contrary, had not needed that much prodding to get up there and shake his ass. In the grand scheme of things, if Lance had known how easy it was to get Keith on stage, barely dressed, and working the poll like a veteran stripper, he probably wouldn’t have asked.

Lance wasn’t exactly in the business of being upstaged and the crowd was going wild for it and yeah it was for charity but also Lance had his pride to maintain. It was really only Shiro’s eyes, glued to him on the wings of the stage, that kept Lance from throwing a fit. Besides, he was a bro, and Hunk looked…Hunk looked like he was having a very good time.

In fact, Lance could have probably gone his whole life without seeing Hunk’s cheeks flushed that shade, mouth slightly open, fist gripping the edge of the table so hard it like was about to break, all because Keith landed the splits and winked at him.

Lance could do that, too. He was about to go show that even when his phone buzzed on the little table behind the curtain, Shiro’s name on the screen. Well, close enough. Lance had programed it as my hot bf with about 200 flame emojis and hadn’t seen fit to change it yet.

You are in so much trouble

Glancing out into the sea of faces, Lance had to look beyond the money littering the stage at Keith’s feet to see Shiro’s expression. Lance had a feeling that hungry look was a lot more the kind of trouble he liked then anything he needed to be concerned about.

Lance startled when Keith suddenly entered his space, knocking his shoulder playfully and breaking his eye contact with Shiro. “Stop ogling and go make money, if you can.”

“Excuse me,” Lance gasped but Keith was already walking away, glitter sticking up his hair a little in the back.

He completely missed the finger Lance shot at him, but Lance figured he felt it, in spirit.

Our next dancer is the newest member of the Altean Volunteer Fire Squad and the organizer of tonight’s event. Get your money ready for Lance!

When Lance sauntered out, the bass was already thumping through his bones. Most of the people out in the audience hadn’t even known they were coming to a charity event. Lance had maybe spread the word of twink night to drum up interest and there were…well a lot of people interested in twinks more then fire safety out there.

Remember: charity.

Mayor Allura was also, disturbingly, in the audience, but she seemed to be doing more eye rolling then anything. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Lance to get distracted, Shiro’s eyes steady and unblinking as he watched Lance walk once, slow and purposeful, around the poll.

There were moments where Lance did things, wild things, where he thought maybe this was a bad idea. But most the time…most the time he was doing things like offering his chief the opportunity to take him to dinner, or kissing Shiro before they even got to the restaurant, or wrapping his legs around the poll and showing exactly why he had been working so hard on his abs as money showered down onto him and he thought….best idea ever.

When Lance caught sight of him again Shiro looked a little wild out in the audience. One guy happened to get too close, his hand creeping out to press a twenty down Lance’s underwear, knuckles almost grazing Lance’s dick, and he swore he saw Shiro’s glass crack under the strain of his grip.

There was charity, there was pushing Shiro’s buttons, and there was spending the night fighting instead of fucking and Lance was not about to fall into that last category. It was a good thing that the song was almost over by then. Lance made sure to stay well clear from the sides of the stage, even as the money continued to fall around him. Between him, Keith, and the other firefighters who had gleefully agreed, they were likely to make more then they had set out for, even with the club taking a cut.

When Lance walked off stage, shuffling dollar bills under his feet, he waved at the crowd only to see Shiro’s chair empty. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine as he moved back to the dressing room where he had left his clothes.

Shiro was waiting for him when he walked into the room. The vanity was almost entirely blocked by the bulk of Shiro’s shoulders, his legs spread wide, taking up so much room it made Lance’s knees weak. Everything about Shiro made Lance weak though.

“Come here.” Shiro patted his knee, a command more than an invitation.

It was the easiest thing in the world for Lance to shut the door and comply. Shiro’s lap was basically his home away from home at this point, and the inviting little curve of his mouth was enough of an invitation even without encouragement.

Shiro always kissed like it was a competition, like Lance was going to grade him later and he wanted him as thoroughly incoherent as possible so he couldn’t give anything but an A and tonight was no exception.

“Is this the part where I’m in trouble?” Lance teased, speaking when able as Shiro moved to run his tongue along the shell of Lance’s ear.

“Oh baby, you have no idea,” Shiro chuckled, kissing his neck once before gently directing him to stand.

Lance started to pout, but Shiro’s hands were on him, moving him towards the door. “Just wait until we get home.”

It was clear Shiro was trying to make it more of a promise then a threat, but the agitation still hadn’t left his voice entirely and Lance shivered in response.

When they finally walked out of the room, Lance was too distracted by the possibilities to stop himself from walking directly into a very frazzled Keith. If anything, his hair was even more messed up then it had been earlier, his neck purpled up in very distinctly mouth shaped marks.

Lance glanced around and saw Hunk standing sheepishly behind Keith, a hand steadying him at the elbow. Quiet a lot of the glitter had migrated to Hunk’s cheek…and the edges of his mouth.

“Having fun?” Lance teased, ignoring the way he was still pressed up against Shiro, could feel him hot and heavy at his back.

“More fun then you,” Keith sniffed, but it lost most of its sting in the languid way he moved, letting Hunk direct him back against his chest.

“We’ll see,” Lance laughed, already trying to pull Shiro away and out the door at the end of the hall.

“Bye, Keith!” Shiro called, waving his free hand at his best friend before Lance could pull him out of sight.

“Get the money, would you?” Lance yelled, not waiting for a response as he and Shiro left through the back door.

Shiro wasn’t exactly sure how to explain to the city where the money came from. There wasn’t exactly a form to fill out that said the Chief’s boyfriend set up a strip night, here, take. When he had taken it in to the Mayor’s office, vaguely labeled donations, Allura had just sighed and accepted it for what it was.

Shiro could gleefully relate. It was a common feeling when you lived in Lance’s orbit.

#shance #heith #my fanfiction

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