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otomehoneyybearr · 17 days

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Keith VS Kagari

The Beast Tempts the Little Rabbit Episode 1

Ep2 | Ending | Epilogue

If I were to head to Jade on an errand to buy books for the owner—

("Enjoy the seasonal flowers in the flower-viewing event!" ...So that's why it's so lively here.)

Every flower I’d seen was rare, and it filled me with excitement.

(There are so many delicious-looking stalls, and I'm starting to get hungry.)

(I've finished the task the owner asked me to do, so maybe I should just enjoy the event as it is.)

Emma: "Ah...!"

Man: "My bad."

Suddenly, a man running from behind collided with me, causing me to stumble.

Emma: "No, I'm the one who should apologize!"

The man nodded and then hurriedly disappeared into a large mansion along a deserted street.

(I think might have been in the way. I need to be more careful.)

(Huh...?)

I suddenly caught a sweet scent, different from that of flowers, and stopped in my tracks.

Curious, I search for the source of the scent and came across a mobile vendor with a sign that read "DORAYAKI" in large letters.

(Dorayaki is a traditional sweet from Kogyoku, right? I remember Owner made it for me once.)

(It feels strange to see it in Jade.)

My stomach grumbled, expressing its hunger.

(I haven't had it in a while, maybe I should have some.)

Emma: "Excuse me, could I have one dorayaki, please?"

…..

???: "One dorayaki, please."

Staff: "Sorry, buddy. The lady there just bought the last one."

Staff: "Come back tomorrow!"

???: "I see, got it."

???: “...Dorayaki.”

???: "...Hm?"

......

Emma: (Why is this happening...)

???: "..."

(Who is this guy?)

Though I was supposed to be enjoying the event, savoring my first dorayaki in a while and strolling through the town,

I now found myself cornered by a man I didn't recognize.

(Could it be that I just don’t remember him...? Despite him being so eye-catching?)

With his fiery red hair tied up, expressionless emerald eyes, and the sweet, yet fleeting scent that enveloped him, there's no way I could forget him.

The man with the emerald eyes, who had been staring at me intently, slowly brought his well-defined face closer.

Emma: "Hey, there's a suspicious person here!"

???: "Suspicious? That's rude. I was just trying to stop you because you started running."

Emma: "Anyone would run if they realize they're being followed."

I try to escape, but he grabs both of my hands and holds them against the wall, blocking my way out.

(Since it’s come to this, I have no choice but to use what Owner taught me. It’s my first time doing it though…)

Silently apologizing in my mind, I kicked the man with the emerald eyes between the legs as hard as I could—or so thought.

???: "If you’re going to do that, create an opening first."

(Huh? This guy is NOT normal.)

In an instant, the man with the emerald eyes tangled his leg around mine, thwarting my movement.

Words of desperation raced through my mind.

???: " Also, your gaze dropped too low. What good does it do to let your opponent know that your next move is to kick them?"

Emma: "S-sorry?"

(No, wait, why am I being coached right now?)

???: "More importantly, did you forget something?"

Emma: "Huh? Forgotten something...?"

???: "What are you doing?"

(That voice...!)

I turn my face towards the familiar, low, calm voice.

Standing there like a godsend is Prince Keith, the first prince of Jade.

Back when he visited Rhodolite as a royal guest while I was serving as a Belle to select the next king,

I remember being comforted and saved many times by his sincere and boundless kindness, despite his lack of confidence.

(But, Prince Keith has a secret that he can't tell anyone...)

Prince Keith cautiously closes the distance between us.

The usual gentle and calm atmosphere fades away, and is replaced by a glare towards the man with the emerald eyes.

Keith: "I heard your voice and came here. You, move away from her."

(I’m saved...)

Emma & ???:

"Prince Keith..."

"Keith, huh?"

(... Huh?)

Keith: "Huh? Kagari? And Emma?!

(Kagari...? Does that mean he knows Prince Keith?)

Keith: "Why are you two in Jade...? No, more importantly, why are you in such a position...?"

Keith looks back and forth between me and the man with the emerald eyes, and suddenly begins waving his hands in a flustered manner.

His cheeks seem to be slightly flushed and… I have a bad feeling about this.

Keith: "I'm sorry, I had no idea you two were acquainted like that, I... I... I've interfered."

(I knew it, he did misunderstand!)

Keith: "Just ignore me like the annoying weed I am."

Keith: "Or rather, I should disappear as soon as possible, right? Uh, um, best of luck to you both!"

Emma: "Wait, Prince Keith, it's a misunderstanding. Please help me!"

Keith: "Huh?"

...

Emma: "I'm sorry for calling you a suspicious person when you were just trying to return my wallet."

In a café—after the waiter finished taking our orders and left, I immediately bowed deeply as if grabbing onto the table.

Kagari: "It's fine, raise your head."

Keith: "Kagari?"

Kagari: "Sorry for trailing you and cornering you against the wall."

Kagari: "If there's ever a next time, I'll call out to you even if you're eating dorayaki."

Emma: "Ah, so that's why you didn't call out immediately. Thank you for your consideration."

Keith: "Even after all that... Emma, you're truly a generous woman. Thank you."

After showing a relieved expression on his face, Prince Keith clears his throat softly.

Keith: "Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, let me properly introduce him."

Keith: "This is Kagari Amagase, the second prince of Kogyoku."

Keith: "Jade and Kogyoku have had exchanges since ancient times, so Kagari and I have known each other since childhood."

Emma: "I see!"

(That's why their interaction seemed so relaxed, like they're comfortable with each other.)

Keith: "If I remember correctly, wasn't it when the king had you brought from Kogyoku to train me, Kagari?"

Kagari: "Yeah. You had spirit, but you were surprisingly weak."

(I've seen Keith training with Licht before, so it's hard to imagine him being weak.)

Keith: "Those hellish training sessions were unique, both then and now."

Keith: "Those memories are nostalgic..."

From his wry smile, I could tell the training had been extremely harsh.

Keith: "In return for the training, I taught Kagari about medicinal herbs."

Kagari: "Kogyoku is always bustling with injured people, so knowledge of medicinal herbs comes in handy."

(Kogyoku is still a country constantly at war.)

(And Kagari is also feared as a demon.)

From appearances alone, you wouldn't guess it, but his expressionless emerald eyes reflect nothing, which made him a bit intimidating.

Keith: "Kagari, this is Emma, a friend I met in Rhodolite."

Keith: "I know it might sound presumptuous for a giant guy like me to call someone like you my friend."

Emma: "If anything, I might be the presumptuous one. But I'm glad you consider me a friend, Prince Keith."

Keith: "R-really? That's... I'm glad."

His shy smile made me smile in return.

(Prince Keith always brings comfort no matter the situation.)

Kagari: "Rhodolite... Ah."

Kagari: "So that sweet scent earlier was the smell of roses. They bloom year-round there."

Kagari: "Cherry blossoms also bloom all year round in Kogyoku. We're like flower buddies."

Emma: "Right, I guess so."

Keith: "Oh, that sounds nice. Since Jade is also abundant in nature, maybe we could join the club?"

Kagari: "If you join, it'll be more like being plant buddies than flower buddies."

Keith: "That suddenly took away the cuteness... It's sad, but I'll decline joining."

(Prince Keith seems quite disappointed...)

Waiter: "Sorry for the wait."

(Wow...)

The waiter leaves, and I glance at the table.

In front of me is a mille-feuille, in front of Prince Keith is a thick galette with various flavors to enjoy,

And in front of Kagari is a stack of dorayaki.

(I thought the "Dorayaki Tower" was just a joke of a name, but it's quite literal.)

Emma: "I never imagined there would be such whimsical sweets in Jade."

Keith: "The pastry chef here is from Kogyoku, you see. They put it on the secret menu at Kagari's request."

Emma: "I see... What a thoughtful gesture."

Kagari: "Thank you for the food."

After saying a silent prayer, Kagari begins to slice the dorayaki with a knife and quietly starts eating.

His flawless eating style mesmerized me, as it maintained a perfect balance even though it looks like it might collapse at any moment.

Kagari: "Princess."

Emma: "Huh? Princess? Did you mean me—ugh!"

Keith: "..."

In the blink of an eye, the dorayaki is stuffed into my mouth.

Despite feeling flustered, the gentle sweetness of the red bean paste spreads in my mouth as I chew.

Kagari: "Which do you prefer, the dorayaki you had from the mobile vendor or this one?"

Emma: "I, I like them both. By the way, the dorayaki I had was also with smooth red bean paste."

Kagari: "......I'll buy some tomorrow."

(Maybe they were sold out, and he couldn't have any.)

(Kagari is... unpredictable in both thought and action.)

Keith: "Dorayaki is highly effective for Kagari, so it's good to remember just in case something happens."

Emma: "Understood. I'll make sure to remember it well."

Keith: "Right. Emma told us why she came to Jade earlier, but what about you, Kagari?"

Kagari: "I'm hunting someone down."

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autisticlancemcclain · 9 months

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parts one two

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Lance is feeling remarkably better at dinner. Coran wasn’t sure about the plan, at first, but Lance was very convincing, so he relented. It helped that Coran also is not fond of needless animal murder, which is why he’s Lance’s favourite.

(Well, currently. Usually everyone is tied for his favourite, but no one else had his back today at the meeting, so they’re all currently tied for second-favourite. But they’ll have a chance to redeem themselves after this mission is over.)

He and Coran are the last to arrive to dinner, predictably, so Lance doesn’t waste a second.

“I am now on your side,” he announces as soon as he walks through the door. “You’re all correct, we should get this alliance at all cost, and murder the beast in cold blood. I am completely on board with your plan and happy with all the innocent blood about to be on my hands.”

The team, also predictably, stare at him in shocked silence. Lance sits primly in his chair, accidentally-on-purpose elbowing Mullet in the head, and immediately shoves food goo in his mouth so no one can ask any follow-up questions.

Also predictably, that does not work.

“…There were a lot of contradicting words in that announcement,” Mullet says. (Lance is currently very mad at him and as such he has been demoted from fond nicknames and even his regular name so he will be Mullet until Lance wants to bite him — angrily, angrily, not the way he usually wants to bite him — less.)

“Ooooh, SAT word,” Lance responds, just to be a jackass.

(It works. Keith reaches over to attempt to flick him, but unluckily for him Lance is very used to that reaction to his particular brand of annoying, and so Mullet falls off his chair due to Lance kicking it out from under him before his flick lands).

“So,” Lance says, as Mullet curses at him from the floor, “does anyone else have any comments or concerns?”

There is a very heavy, loaded silence, before Shiro, Allura, and Hunk sigh in tandem.

“Yeah, you’re not going to be leaving my sight,” Hunk says.

“Agreed,” Shiro mutters, head in his hands. “Sorry, buddy, but at the moment I can’t trust you not to go rogue. I was going to let you stay on the castle with Coran, but I no longer think that’s viable. You’ll have to stay with me for the mission.”

“That’s fine,” Lance says, working very hard to shove the smugness out of his voice. He thinks he does a pretty decent job. “You’re all dead to me anyways, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Christ,” Pidge mumbles into her goo.

Allura pinches the bridge of her nose. Lance hears her muttering ‘I signed up for this’ over and over under her breath.

The rest of the meal passes in tense silence. When Lance finishes, he stands up abruptly, tucking his chair back in with enough force that he might as well have thrown it, and washes his dishes with such vigour that he actually has to slow down so they don’t break. He then stalks to the door, pauses, and faces the team (except Coran, who is visibly fighting back a smile and avoiding eye contact — hehe, Lance knew he’d get him fully on board eventually).

“I am going to go to bed, for my final night as a man with a soul,” he says. “I’m sure the rest of you soulless individuals will have no problem going right to sleep tonight, but I will be tossing and turning for the whole time, as I ponder how many of my moral codes I will be breaking tomorrow, so I’m going to get an early start so I can squeeze out as much rest as possible. Have a wonderful rest of your evening.”

He walks calmly out of the room until he’s out of eyesight, then sprints full speed to Coran’s room, resisting the heavy urge to jump on the man’s bed to expel some nervous energy. Instead, he meticulously reorganizes the advisor’s bookshelf. (He gets pretty into it, honestly. Coran has a veritable rainbow of colours decorating the covers of his collection, and Lance loves to go ham with the colour coding. That’s the best part of the ‘tism, he reckons.)

“I had those ordered in a specific way, you know.”

Lance practically jumps to his feet at the teasing remark, turning to face Coran so fast he makes himself a little dizzy.

“Did it work?! Are they suspicious?! Are they ready to velcro me to one of them so I can’t run off?!”

“It did work, you evil mastermind. They’re all convinced you need to be under constant surveillance. They’ve even created shifts so you’re always being watched.”

Lance cheers.

See, his plan is really quite simple. No matter what he says or does, the team is never going to fully trust him with this mission. And understandably so — Lance has made his position quite clear. It would be foolish of them to think that Lance wouldn’t try anything. No matter what, they’re going to be wary of what Lance is doing.

But Lance was counting on that, you see.

He fully expected to be under watch. He also knew that they expected him to fight them, tooth and nail, the whole way. But if he subverted their expectations, just a little — if he said he was on board with the plan while making it very clear that he had no intention of following anyone’s orders — well, now they’re paranoid.

And if there’s one thing paranoia does, it’s make you sloppy.

Tomorrow, they’ll be so focused on watching Lance, so focused on thwarting whatever potential mutiny that they think he has cooked up, that they’ll be forgiving if Lance’s mannerisms are a bit… off. They’ll expect it, even. And they’ll spend so much energy on watching Lance and planning for his acting out that they won’t notice if Coran, up in the castle, isn’t sending a constant barrage of cheery check-ins on the comms.

And, most importantly, they will not be investigating the beast very closely at all.

The actual plan is very simple, with all that information in mind. All Lance has to do tonight is record and set up some of Coran’s regular check-ins to sound off during the day. Then Coran is going to exercise his shapeshifting ability — he’s going to turn into Lance for the day, as shifty and suspicious as possible.

And Lance? Lance is going to sneak out the castle after everyone’s already gone, find the beast before they do, and solve the problem his own damn self.

After all, that’s what the stupid dignitary wanted.

If you wish to sign an alliance, the paladin must handle the problem himself, the dignitary had said. Lance smirks to himself.

That’s not a problem.

Not a problem at all.

———

part four

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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 2 years

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Klance Dates: A Series

Part 3! Second date!

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“Alright Paladins! I have some exciting information to share with you all,” Allura clasps her hands together; a bright smile on her face. “After all of your hard work saving these planets from the Galra they have decided to throw a festival in your honor!”

“Games! Music! Food! Cute aliens,” Coran wiggled his eyebrows at Lance who gave him an awkward smile.

“So we can all head down tonight and check everything out.”

Everyone nodded, excitement forming in the air.

Allura raised her hands to silence the small chatter that formed amongst the paladins, “now there will be one rule tonight I want you all to follow.” She gave them all a sterned look. Her face relaxed quickly, “relax and have some fun.”

Lance almost bounced out of room once they were dismissed, a grin on his face.

“You excited buddy?” Hunk playfully bumped into his shoulder.

He nodded eagerly, “a day off? Food and music? Sounds like a blast to me!”

Hunk looked around the hallway, making sure no one was around them before dropping his voice into a whisper. “Are you going to ask Keith to hang out with you?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

A blushed formed on Lances skin and he looked towards the ground, “I um...maybe? He did say yes to a second date.”

“Then ask him!!”

Lance placed his hands up to try and quiet his friend before someone overheard, “is it even a date if everyone else will be there?”

Hunk nodded and began walking down the hall, Lance falling in step naturally. “Just because we will all be attending doesn’t mean it can’t be a date. You two can go off and do your own things!”

Lance chewed on his bottom lip, he had tried to come up with another date idea with Keith but every thought either was impossible given their living situation or they were off fighting the Galra. This was the first time they could relax in weeks. “Okay, yeah. I’ll run the idea by him. Thank buddy!”

Hunk smiled down at his friend, “good luck!” He quickly disappeared into his room, leaving Lance alone in the hallway.

Okay, okay. I can do this. We’ve already done one day, what’s another one? He crossed his arms and walked towards his bedroom door. Why am I always so nervous to ask him out?! He groaned and slumped down on his bed as soon as he reached it.

He rolled onto his back and stared at the plain color above him. He knew why he was always so nervous, it was Keith. Someone who he admired since the first moment he met him. He didn’t understand his feelings until they were forced to be together in space; but he’s liked Keith for longer than any other crush. Was this even a crush anymore?

He was hesitant to call it love, that was a heavy word. But, whatever it was made him scared. Made him scared to ruin anything he had with Keith. Made him terrified to hurt Keith in anyway shape or form. He had never felt this way about anyone before and he didn’t want to ruin it.

He laid still for awhile, trying to find the energy to walk down the hall towards Keith room. He wasn’t sure when they were heading down to the planet but he knew it would be soon.

He dragged himself into the shower, giving himself mini pep talks as he washed his hair and scribbled his skin down. He spent a bit longer than usual to get ready, trying to make sure his hair fell the right way and he looked presentable.

After getting dressed and heading down towards Keith’s. He knocked a waited but there wasn’t an answer. A frown formed on his face and he knocked again. He could be training or in the common room or eating? What if he already left to go down? He chewed on his inner cheek, quickly deciding which area to check first but the door opened with a small hiss before he could move.

“Lance? Sorry I was in the shower,” he was dressed in his normal clothes, minus his signature jacket, a towel wrapped around his hair.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Keith waved his hand in a ‘whatever motion’ “I was done anyways, just getting dressed. What's up?” He leaned against his doorframe in a relax posture.

Lance took a deep breath, he was still as tense as the first time he asked Keith out. This wasn’t getting easier. “It’s about the festival.”

Keith gave a small nod, “okay.”

Lance felt his fingers wrap around the ends of the sleeves to his jacket. “And I was wondering if you wanted to...go on our second date at the festival...?”

Keith nodded, “sure that would be fun. You don’t want to hang out with Hunk?”

Lance shrugged his shoulders, “it was his idea to use this as our second date. I think he’s going to hang out with Pidge anyways.”

Keith smiled softly, “okay. Let’s met down there? I was going to fly down with Shiro, Allura and Coran in the black lion.”

“Sounds good,” he stared at Keith for a couple of moments, the urge to kiss him getting stronger with each passing second. He cleared his throat, “okay I’ll see you in a bit.”

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Hunk flew Yellow down with Pidge and Lance sitting in the back. “You’re going to tap a hole through the floor,” she stared at Lance’s rapid moving foot.

“Sorry,” he forced his leg to stop moving.

She gave him a curious look, “what’s got you all worked up?”

“Nothing! Why would you even ask that?”

She slowly nodded, “no reason.”

They landed about six minuets later, Lance being the last one to exit Yellow. Hunk and Pidge quickly ran off on their own, chattering loudly as they explored the different set ups scattering the open field they were in.

Allura, Shiro and Coran walked off on their own, chatting with the different diplomats that greeting them. Which just left Keith and Lance to themselves. “Hey.”

Keith looked at him, “hey.”

Lance shoved his hand sin his pockets, “ready to go have some fun?”

They passed the first hour playing different games that resembled many of earths fair games. Lance won Keith a red lion stuffed animal and Keith won Lance a blue one. Most of the prized were Voltron themed, but hey they didn’t have to pay for anything.

After playing a couple way to competitive games, they opted for walking around and trying the various foods. Their hand slowly twisted together, again, neither of them knowing who moved towards who.

They ran into the others as they walked, keeping their hands togethers. Neither seeming to notice how the others took note of this development.

They ended up on a ride that mimicking a ferries wheel, and while they could have sat across from each other but they opted to sit next to each other. Lance slinking his arm around Keith’s shoulder, who immediately rested his head on Lance’s shoulder.

They didn’t share words, but the silence told them everything they needed to know. They were comfortable, content, happy.

The ride stopped at the top, letting people off to let others on. Lance leaned his head against the top of Keith's. “This has been nice.”

Keith hummed in agreement. “It’s been a very nice break from everything.”

Lance nodded, “I really like you Keith.”

Keith lifted his head up and met Lance’s ocean blue eyes. “I think I really like you too.”

Lance felt a smile tug at his lips, “I also really like going on dates with you.”

Keith mimicked his smile, “I do too.”

They stayed looking into each others eyes, both of them leaning in slowly, until their lips touched gently.

They pulled away, a breathing laugh bubbling from one of them. They reconnected their lips only pulling away when the ride moved downward.

When it was their turn they exited the ride hand and hand and heading back towards where the lions were stationed. They still had time before the others came back so they leaned against the cool metal of the black lion and talked a bit longer.

“Can I take you out next time?” Keith asked with a slight blush on his face.

“Sure! But you better make it a good one mullet.”

Keith rolled his eyes, leaning into Lance side a bit more.

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actress4him · 3 years

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Black, Yellow, Blue, Green, Orange, Pink...

Red

Part 16.

9/23/23 The last piece of @probablyhuntersmom ‘s amazing artwork has been added! So sorry that it took me so long to get around to it!

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Warnings: umm...this is a tough one to label. Anger, destruction of other’s property, fear of punishment, mental/emotional breakdown

A couple of days have passed since the whole Keith disappearing into the nether regions of the Castle incident, and everything seems to have gone back to normal. Well, as normal as life can get right now. What with the whole fighting aliens in outer space in a giant cat robot thing, and the whole Mullet thinking he’s not a person anymore thing.

But anyway, it seems like Keith is doing okay, maybe a tiny bit quieter than normal, which is honestly kinda hard to judge since he barely says anything anyway.

Which is one of several reasons why Lance is surprised to walk into his own bedroom and find Keith standing in the middle of it.

“Um...Keith? Whatcha doin’ there, buddy?” They’re all very adamant on not making him feel like he’s doing something he’s not supposed to, no matter what. And Lance isn’t about to make another mistake like he did when ordering him to speak...even though that did, in the long run, help them.

Keith whirls around, his eyes widening. A series of unidentifiable emotions play across his face before hardening into something almost like a cross between terrified and determined.

Then he lunges.

In one swipe, an entire shelf full of knick-knacks Lance has collected from various planets hits the floor.

“Whoa!” Lance jumps, but he isn’t sure whether to go forward, to stop him, or back, away from him. “Dude! What are you doing?”

Keith has turned to face him again, the terror momentarily taking over his expression, but after a few seconds of tense stare down he seems to grow angry and leaps into action again. The second shelf gets cleared. Stones, dried flowers, and a little handmade doll go flying through the air and clatter to the ground.

This time Lance does move forward, anger rising. Sure, Keith has been through a lot of crap, but that doesn’t mean he’s just going to sit here and let him destroy all the stuff that he’s worked so hard to collect, all his mementos from crazy, amazing, beautiful planets that no one from Earth has seen and he might never see again. This is his room, and his stuff, and Keith has no right to -

He steps forward with his arms outstretched and Keith is sprawled on the floor an instant later. He didn’t even touch him. But obviously Keith thought he was going to, because he’s now scrambling backwards, completely terrified, until his head hits the far wall and he has nowhere else to go. He lays there, panting, watching Lance who is frozen in place.

His mind is swirling. He still wants to be mad. He’s surrounded by his things, eyes flitting over them, hoping nothing is broken, but at the same time he can’t avoid the teammate in front of him who obviously is broken.

Lance sucks in a deep breath. “Listen, Keith...I don’t know what’s going on right now, and...and I’m not happy about what you just did. But I’m not going to hurt you.”

Apparently it’s the wrong thing to say.

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He picked Blue’s room for a reason, and it wasn’t just because it was right next to his own. He had been watching all of the Paladins, and it was fairly obvious that Blue was the most volatile of them all, the most prone to getting upset over even little things. If anyone was going to snap and hurt him, he thought it had to be Blue.

He’d invaded his private space. Blue had caught him in the act. He had messed with his possessions, treated them terribly. He knew that Blue was mad. He’d come so close to reaching out and grabbing him.

But now he’s just...standing there, saying, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

And it’s a lie. He knows it is. It has to be a lie.

But what else does he have to do to get somebody to stop lying?

His vision goes blurry with anger, lying there on the floor. Opening his mouth, he lets out something between a scream and a growl.

“Why?” Vaguely he registers that he’s back on his feet. “Why won’t you hurt me?” Something purple catches his attention from the corner of his eye. He grabs it without thinking and hurls it across the room, where it shatters against the wall with a deafening sound.

“Keith...Keith! Come on, man, it’s okay.”

No, no it’s not okay, nothing’s okay. Out of desperation he rushes straight at Blue, slamming into him and knocking him back against the wall with an impact that forces the air out of the Paladin’s lungs.

“Stop lying to me! Just hurt me!” There’s something hot on his cheeks, but he can’t stop to determine what it is. His fists are pounding against Blue’s chest, a pitiful attempt at an attack, especially considering what he’d been so carefully trained for. He doesn’t actually want to injure him, though, despite his anger. He just wants something in his life to make sense again.

Blue’s arms come up and lock around his body, trapping his arms in between their torsos, and he freezes. It’s coming. Surely, finally, it’s coming. He can’t breathe.

But Blue buries his face into his overgrown mop of hair, his hold firm but gentle, and murmurs in a small, cracking voice, “You're okay. You’re safe. I promise, Keith. You’re safe.”

Something wilts inside of him, and he chokes out a sob, then another, and another. He didn’t even know he remembered how to cry. His legs give out, and Blue - Lance, his name is Lance - slowly lowers him to the floor, settling him up against him, never letting go.

“That’s it. Let it out. You’re okay now. You’re okay.”

They sit like that for a long, long time.

He’s never felt quite this safe before.

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chaoticevilbean · 3 years

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Voltron Humans are Weird 4/?

"What the heck, Coran?" Lance's shout echoed through the hallways. When more, less coherent shouts continued from the Blue Paladin, probably directed at Coran, the other Paladins followed the noise curiously.

In the middle of the medbay, laying on the floor, Lance was struggling to get Coran's hands off of his leg. The Altean seemed to be trying to drag the boy into a healing pod, only stopped by the death grip the human had on a nearby table. It was definitely a good thing all the tables were magnetized to the floor to avoid movement.

"Coran, I told you, I'm fine!" Lance screamed at the alien. "I don't need a healing pod!"

"You shouted gibberish and didn't react to something shocking!" Coran countered. "For you, that's all that is needed to warrant at least a scan!"

"That was one time! We were in the middle of a battle!"

"You didn't come in afterwards!"

"REFUGEES NEED IT MORE THAN ME!"

"YOU ARE A PALADIN! YOU ARE DEFINITELY IMPORTANT ENOUGH AND YOU WERE DEFINITELY INJURED ENOUGH TO WARRANT PRIORITY!"

"GUYS!" Shiro hollered over the two of them. The duo froze, staring at the Black Paladin. Both seemed extremely hopeful that he would support their side of the argument. "What is going on? Lance first, mostly because this might be another 'humans can do weird things'."

"Coran and I were just cleaning the healing pods, and you're not supposed to keep using one of the rags if it gets to a certain level of dirty. So, I'm over here," Lance pointed to the left-most side, "Coran's over there," he pointed to the right, "and he's got the bucket we're supposed to put the rags in when they're done. And I just finished my rag, and I don't want to walk all the way over there, then all the way back, just to put it in the bucket. So I ball it up, toss it into the bucket from where I'm sitting, and shout, 'Kobe!' Coran turns right as this happens, and his eyes went all wide, then the next thing I know, he's tackling me and demanding I go into the healing pod."

"Coran, what's your side of the story?"

"Why aren't you questioning his side?" Coran asked instead.

"What d'you mean?"

"He claims to have thrown something from there to there and hit his target," the Altean gestured as he spoke, "and says he shouted some form of gibberish as he did, and you aren't challenging it."

"Well, sure, it's a bit hard to believe someone made that shot, but Lance has good aim. And 'Kobe' is what some people shout when they throw and make the shot. It isn't that strange."

"So Lance has been trained in throwing?"

"... I'm beginning to think this is something that has to do with us being humans and you being Altean."

"What is this about throwing?" Allura walked into the room, pausing to give both Coran and Lance an appraising look.

"OF COURSE!" Pidge yelled suddenly. The entire group turned to stare at her, confused. Seeing this, she launched into an explanation.

"We've already learned that humans are a lot different than most aliens, maybe all. We have high tolerances to things that are considered deadly, we adapt to new environments and temperatures with ease, we literally consider living with other predators that aren't sentient to be completely normal. It would make sense that Alteans..." Pidge paused for the drama, "...are like primates." Lance, Hunk, and Keith all let out noises of understanding, though Shiro, Allura, and Coran remained confused. Lance clicked his tongue, ignoring the weird looks he got from his alien peers, and instead started his own explanation.

"In the Garrison, we had an entire biology unit dedicated to the fact that humans are extremely unique compared to Earth animals. One of the biggest discussion topics was the one about how primates, our closest biological counterparts, can't throw things very well. But humans..." Lance stopped, jerking his leg from Coran's grasp, and stood. He grabbed a small roll of bandages, then turned sharply.

"Catch!" Hunk caught the roll, tossing it to Shiro quickly. The leader snatched it from the air on reflex, chucking it at Keith's head, who then lobbed it at Pidge. The motions quickly escalated into a game of hot potato, though there was no timer. Lance almost dropped the bandages when Hunk faked throwing it at Shiro again, before instead flinging it towards his buddy. The Cuban caught it with his foot, bouncing it up into his hands and launching it back at his bro.

The Alteans watched on, frozen in abject shock. They had been so sure that most of the Paladins had never completed their training, but here they saw that the humans could throw with extreme speed and precision. If it was something they all could do, then it was no wonder Shiro didn't question Lance's accuracy.

"When did you all learn to throw?"

"Two! Booyah!" Lance cheered as he flung the roll into the bin where it was meant to be.

"You are very skilled for having learned two decaphoebs ago. Or rather, less than two, given your strange times," Coran praised. The humans shared weird looks with each other, preparing themselves for what was about to happen.

"Um, Coran," the Blue Paladin began. "I didn't learn two decaphoebs or two years ago."

"Then what did you mean by two?" Allura inquired, curiosity piqued.

"I learned when I was two years old."

"You learned... how to throw... with speed and accuracy... at less than two decaphoebs old?"

"Yep. It's a little early, but my brothers wanted me to start practicing so I could join some sports when I grew up. Probably why I'm the sharpshooter now."

"How do you say that so casually?" Allura demanded. "It takes decaphoebs of experience to learn to throw with even a little accuracy. Alteans and Galrans can throw with some speed because of our strength, but even then, we cannot throw much more than a few meters. Coran can throw due to practicing since he began his training, but he misses a quarter of the time."

"Well, humans have the natural ability to throw with a bit of speed and accuracy, and we have a lot of activities that are based on that fact. Sports like basketball, baseball, football, ultimate frisbee, all of them require being able to throw. I learned to throw better at a younger age, but things like a simple game of catch is pretty simple. What we just did was easy because we aren't that far from each other and there are only so many directions that we'll aim for." Hunk shrugged as he finished his answer. He had been the most involved in that unit of the Garrison.

"You all can throw because of biology? Not training?"

"I mean, if we want to throw better, we still have to practice, but yeah, that's the basics of it all. Watch. Lance, go long!" Hunk tugged off his shoe, waited for his bro to reach a certain spot, then hurled it through the air. With a small jump, the Cuban caught the shoe and threw it at the ground.

"WOOHOO! I LOVE THIS DAY!"

"Lance enjoys catching and throwing things more than a lot of activities. Do it enough and he's basically a dog. I once literally played a game of fetch with him because he was having a depressed day. Perked right up and I could barely keep up for the rest of the day."

"Perhaps we should include throwing in our training, then," Coran suggested. The next moment, the Altean was receiving a hug from behind as Lance laughed ecstatically.

"¡Gracias, gracias, gracias!"

"What?"

"He's saying thank you. Lance, let go and I'll find a stick for you."

"Puedo ser humano, pero mi alma es un perro."

"Si hermano. Now let go of Coran." Lance did so, racing out of the room with Hunk trailing afterwards. Pidge and Keith followed, wanting to see if their comrade would actually play fetch with a stick, and Shiro hesitated before tagging along, not keen on an actual injury happening.

"Coran, I believe it is yet again time to update the guide."

"Indeed."

Humans have the ability to throw with amazing speed and accuracy, developed from a young age. They are born with a larger natural aptitude for throwing, and improve upon it as they mature. If the word 'Kobe' is heard, assume that a Terran has thrown an object and most likely hit their target. Some humans enjoy throwing and catching objects more than is considered usual. These humans are likely to be more proficient at throwing, and should be given many opportunities to practice their skills.

Terrans also sometimes participate in competitive games called 'sports' or simple recreational games called 'catch'. These are based off their throwing abilities, and often including passing a specific item between players via throwing. Do not get directly between two or more players, as, while humans will often change their targets, they may be attempting a pass at that moment and the speed at which they throw could cause physical harm. Do not distract a player for this same reason.

Both Alteans and Galrans would need to train for over twenty decaphoebs to be at the same skill level as many mature humans are naturally. For an example of this, a clip is included of the Paladins of Voltron, who are all Terran, playing a game of 'catch'.

#voltron #vld #voltron oneshots #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #humans are weird oneshots #earth is space australia #oneshots

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damnlance · 3 years

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Hey! For the klangst thingy: how about number 1? And, if you want to, maybe combine it with 10 👀

Klangst Prompt #1 & Klangst Prompt #10

1. “Stay for me.”

10. “I love you. I love you so much.”

Summary: Lance wants Keith to stay. For once, he just wants Keith to stay.

It’s almost midnight.

Lance can’t sleep. He’s tired, exhausted even. But he can’t sleep.

He stares up at the empty ceiling of his bedroom in his apartment. It’s so boring. Bland. He should really put his glow in the dark stars back up there.

But Keith won’t like that.

Keith didn’t like it in the first place.

Said it was childish. That’s why Lance took them down. For Keith.

He does everything for Keith. Because if he doesn’t, Keith will leave. And Lance will be alone. And he doesn’t wanna be alone.

Keith isn’t even his friend. He’s a friend of a friend of a friend. He’s Axca’s friend. Who is Romelle’s friend. Who is Allura’s friend. Who is Lance’s best friend. And how did they meet? The same way friends of friends of friends meet: hooking up accidentally, drunkenly, at some club you can’t remember the name of.

And that accidental hookup became a regular hookup.

Lance barely knew the first thing about him, but Keith was addictive. It wasn’t just one thing either, it was EVERYTHING. His beautiful flawless skin, those gorgeously sculpted hands, his toned arms and even more toned abs, his ridiculously long hair that was so fun to tug on while they were rolling around in the sheets, and of course those hard, violet eyes that Lance loved getting lost in. Keith was literal perfection. Beyond that. And Lance was falling a little deeper for him every time they hooked up.

Which was every other night.

Every other night for almost five months, now.

And of course, Lance has tried to be subtle about his rapidly growing feelings for his dark haired fling. He’s tried flowers and dinner and chocolates. He’s tried babbling cute, barely coherent love confessions while they’ve both had too much to drink and are making out like idiots, the mood turning into something more hot and intimate. But it’s like talking to a brick wall.

Lance knows how he feels deep down and it’s not just some silly little crush. He’s known for a long time now, the longest time to be exact. Like when they first met at that stupid club, both in between sober and drunk but leaning more toward the drunk side. Lance won’t ever forget how his heart started beating way too fast and how his tongue got tied in knots in his mouth. He was literally tripping over his feet trying to get Keith to notice him and talk to him and dance with him.

One thing led to another, a few too many drinks here and the unlimited shots being thrown their way there, and boom.

Hookup buddies.

Or.. fuck buddies?

Or whatever!

Lance is in love with him no matter what they are! And Keith doesn’t feel the same.

How does Lance know this? Because Keith doesn’t fall in love. He doesn’t do relationships. He’s said it many times before. As a joke. Being serious. He’s said it and he means it. Every single time. And Lance has to get used to it. He has to.

Except.. he can’t.

Because somewhere in his bones he feels like Keith could.. feel the same?

He feels that their quickie, meaningless hookups and not-staying-for-breakfast-the-next-day are just a shield to protect Keith’s feelings. Or his heart? Lance doesn’t know. Lance wouldn’t know.

Lance wishes he knew. Because as much as he loves their quickie, meaningless hookups, he loves Keith more than that. He loves everything about Keith. Keith is his dream man, his everything and so what if it’s been five months or ten months or however long!!! LANCE JUST LOVES KEITH SO GODDAMN MUCH!

“I do!” Lance whisper-yells to himself, covering his mouth right after. He turns to look at Keith who barely even moves. He’s so beautiful with his drool on the corner of that sinful mouth and his dark long hair literally everywhere.

But that doubtful feeling quickly returns. And Lance continues to lay here in the dark. In his apartment. In his room. Next to a naked, sleeping Keith. Pining. Thinking. Overthinking. Without the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling to help answer his questions.

Life is brutal like that.

Suddenly, Keith stirs awake, rubbing his gorgeously sculpted hands over his pretty face and through his luscious hair. Lance stares at him as he comes to, waiting for him to say something.

Anything.

Keith rubs his eyes tiredly and snuggles up in Lance’s blanket. “Time is it?” He asks.

“Um.. midnight..” Lance whispers, like it’s a secret.

That gets Keith more awake. He sits up, his beautiful toned, pale back glistening in the moonlight that shines in from the open window. Lance can make out the faint, red nail marks that he made earlier, going down Keith’s back.

Keith stretches his arms over his head, then scratches his neck. “I should probably go.”

No. Don’t go. Please. Stay for me.

I love you. I love you so much..

The words that Lance wants to say are right there. Right on the tip of his tongue. He just needs to say it. Say it. Say it, Lance! SAY IT!!

“Keith!” Lance yells, eyes clenched shut. Keith stops, his discarded pants from earlier halfway up his legs.

“Yeah?” He says, staring at the Cuban boy. “What’s wrong?”

Lance stares back, heart beating too fast in his chest, so loud his ears are ringing.

Don’t go. Please.

Stay for me.

I love you. I love you so much..

“D-don’t..” Lance takes a deep breath then lets it out. “Don’t.. forget your.. wallet..”

Keith looks on the floor by his feet and picks up his black leather wallet. He resumes putting on his pants and zipping them up. “Thanks.”

Lance nods and stares at the empty ceiling. ‘Come on, McClain!’ He tells himself. ‘You can do this!!’

Keith slips on his shirt and finger-combs his long dark hair into a high ponytail on his head. He grabs his fingerless gloves and slips them on quickly, reaching down to grab his boots. Lance watches it all. Keith getting ready to leave. Leave for however long until he needs Lance again.. Just for a quickie..

Don’t go. Please.

Stay for me.

I love you. I love you so much..

Tears fill Lance’s eyes as he watches Keith grab his phone and keys from off of the dresser.

But then, Keith looks at him. And Lance is caught off guard. Because this look.. it’s.. different..

Keith walks over to the bed and sits down next to Lance. Then he leans over and plants a small, gentle kiss to Lance’s lips. And immediately, Lance kisses back. He leans forward to deepen the kiss, reaching up to cradle the back of Keith’s head. Keith lets him.

When they part, their foreheads stay touching. And Lance loves this. He needs this. He craves this. But as quickly as it happened, it’s over. Keith is pulling away and planting a fast kiss to Lance’s lips.

“See ya next time, sharpshooter.” He winks.

Sharpshooter.. It’s always sharpshooter. Never Lance. But nonetheless, Lance smiles through the pain in his heart and nods, smiling his famous fake smile. Keith grabs his jacket and sends another wink Lance’s way before he heads to the exit of Lance’s room.

Don’t go! Please!

Stay for me!

I love you! I love you so much..

“Wait!” Lance calls out. Keith comes to a stop, turning around.

“Yeah?” He asks, confusion plastered on his tired face. His hickeys and love bites becoming visible as he stands in the doorway where the moonlight is reflecting there perfectly. God, he’s so gorgeous.

Lance.. shakes his head. “N-nothing.. drive safe, okay?”

Keith smiles, then nods. “Got it.”

Then.. he’s gone.

Don’t go. Please.

Stay for me.

I love you. I love you so much..

-END-

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edgymexicana · 3 years

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New noob artist here 😟!

Rewatched Voltron last week and I am of course a Lancelot shipper.

But my boy Lance was done dirty 😭.

I still enjoyed the series none the less but Lance my boi needs luv.

It’s why I’m making him a bad bitch 😈.

💜💙💜

Being forgotten,

Is being unfortunate.

They both walked to the Castle entrance as Lance took a deep breath. Both each holding their helmets. To show as a sign of comfort and reassurance. Lotor was holding his hand as they walked together. It’s been so long since Lance had seen his “team”. He knows they didn't search for him but it took him awhile to get over the fact his own “family” abandoned him. Lotor was there to rescue him from his own demons and now he's living the life being a badass general and the lover of an ex prince who would soon be king.

“Are you ready?” Lotor asked softly as he noticed Lance’s slightly sick expression.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Lance mumbled as he put his mask on while Lotor did the same. The two entered the castle and were immediately gun pointed at by the paladins of Voltron.

Lance sighed regretting his decision.

“We mean no harm,” Lotor spoke as he removed his helmet while Lance kept his on. He didn’t want to reveal his face and see the others look at him with guilty eyes. He was betrayed and he just was tired of all the liars.

“Prince Lotor,” Allura spat as she glared at Lotor.

“What do you want?” Allura asked with bitterness in her voice.

“I would assume you are princess Allura,” Lotor spoke and continued speaking. “I would like for us to be alias, that is if you want to, if not we shall leave and not come back.”

“As if we would ever team with you,” Pidge spoke out and Shiro also spoke.

“Who’s your friend?” He asked and Lotor chuckled.

“Oh, I believe you've already met him.”

“Guess there’s no point in hiding it anymore, we might as well be prisoners,” Lance spoke as he removed his helmet slowly.

Everyone gasped except Lotor.

“Hey Voltron,” Lance said with an emotionless tone.

“Lance-?” Keith asked in shock as he looked at the boy who was once an annoying idiot look all matured and... Different... But with the enemy. And to think he would confess his liking to Lance...

“B-buddy?” Hunk breathed out as he saw someone he thought was dead. Tears were coming out as guilt started to drown him.

“You traitor!” Allura had sneered as her hand made a first.

“No, no Lance- this- this isn't right...” Pidge weakly spoke as she saw her older brother figure like, alive. But this wasn't Lance... At least not anymore as it was clear he changed... More experienced, more leader-like and someone that's sided with the enemy.

“What have we done, ” Shiro said under his breath as he sat down. He was responsible, he was the leader and he did think Lance was dead, never believing he was alive. But he was standing right there, in front of everyone.

“Lance, forgive us, ” Coran spoke out as he was truthful. He never hated Lance. Coran always brought up Lance and the chance that he would still be alive. But he too was guilty for not believing hard enough.

Lance had rose his eyebrow.

He wasn't expecting apologies but Allura wasn't a surprise. She always held grudges against Galra and acted racist towards them even tho they’re not all the same. Siding with Lotor made her hate Lance even more than before.

Everyone except Allura put their weapons down.

The guilt was a lot.

“Lance-“Don’t,” Lance cut of Hunk as he stared at Allura. “Put your weapon down, we don’t have to fight, we simply came here to ask if we could be alies-“No, never in millions of years,” Allura hissed cutting him off and Lance rolled his eyes.

“Good luck with Zarkon, then,” Lance replied harshly and sighed turning away to walk out of the castle and back into their ship.

Lotor started to follow but he turned his back and spoke.

“You really lost someone that was so talented due to your ignorance, what a family you all are,” Lotor scoffed and quickly walked the direction Lance walked to.

Lance quickly made it to his and Lotor’s room and quickly puked in the toilet. His anxiety had made him feel sick. He wasn’t expecting to see so many sad guilty faces. Why did he even care? He shouldn’t at all.

He was the seventh wheel. The annoying paladin, the weak one. So why did it hurt to see them cry. He quickly slammed his fist on the floor as he tried not to cry.

Shiro was his idol, he never bothered to search. Hunk was a brother to him but never believed he was alive. Keith was someone he had a crush on but acted like he never knew Lance existence. Allura was seriously a spoiled brat and screw her but Pidge was a little sister.

Lance could feel himself choking of all the weight he was holding mentally.

Luckily, Lotor came to him and engulfed him in a hug. Lance was a mess at the moment. Lotor’s embrace was what he needed during this rough time.

He could hear Lotor’s sweet words about him. How much he loved Lance, and how he’s proud of who he is.

“Let it out Lance, you’ve learned so much from me and I’ve learned so much from you,” Lotor said as he smiled. Lance looked up at him with his sad watery ocean blue eyes.

“Oh amor, te amo mucho,” Lance softly spoke in Spanish as his lips made contact with Lotor’s. Lotor who understood his language chuckled and kissed Lance back.

“Te amo as well love,” He spoke and the two continued their make out until they were interrupted by an incoming call.

“Think they changed their minds?” Lotor asked and Lance scoffed. “Better not, we’re doing something right now.”

“If we’re going to defeat my father, we’ll need Voltron, this would be a very wasted opportunity,” Lotor spoke as Lance groaned knowing they would need Voltron to defeat Zarkon.

“Yeah, I can see why we’ll need Voltron-“ Lance sighed. “But only because we’ll need you as the new king,” Lance said as Lotor smirked.

“And with you as my empress,” He flirted and Lance chuckled kissing Lotors nose.

“Yes that too, amor.”

- -

It’s like 6:26 am and I was pulling an all nighter to finish late hw 😭 but instead I took most of my time to write this 🤌🏻 worth it tho- 😫👍🏻

My future self beating my past self for not doing hw💀✌🏻

#Lotor #Lance #Lancelot #Voltron #pidge #Allura #Shiro #hunk #badasslance #coran #I’msotired #schoolnotbebussin #allnightertofinishhwbutididthisinstead #saaad #my boi Lance need luv #fandom #fanart

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lifebeginsbyleaving · 4 years

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Making Friends Is Easy As Pie

Derek laid down with a heavy sigh.

Stiles let out a grumble of agreement as he untucked an arm from under his pillow. He blindly flung the arm back. Derek took his hand and they laced their fingers together.

He looked at the back of his husband's head fondly. It had been a long day and the kids had wanted story after story. Thomas even told him they didn't care if he couldn't do the voices as well as papa. Stiles would snort if he told him that. He would have to tell him when he wasn't feeling so tired.

Derek brought his hand up and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. Stiles let out a pleased hum and took his arm back to turn to face him. Stiles kept his one arm under his pillow as he faced the other way with his head resting down again. Derek turned to him too and he dug his elbow into the mattress to prop his head up with his hand. They stared at each other for a moment before Derek's' face broke in a soft tired smile.

"I love you."

Stiles smiled back and yawned. "I love you too." He reached out a hand and took Derek's free one again. "Are the kids asleep?"

"Finally."

Stiles nodded and gradually started blinking slower. "That's good." He let out another yawn and Derek couldn't help one escaping too.

Derek moved closer and Stiles laid his head on his chest. They both seemed to sink into the mattress as they released twin sighs of bliss. After a busy day the warmth of the bed soothed them.

Derek's soft snores filled the air and Stiles was about to drift off when a bang alerted them both.

Derek heard a giggle and a shh sound. "The kids are up, not it. Have fun with that."

Stiles smacked his chest as hard as his tired limb could. "You ass, you're the one who didn't put them to sleep correctly."

"Right. But I tried, your turn." Derek, like the asshole he was, closed his eyes.

"You're making breakfast then." Stiles grumbled as he threw the blankets off himself.

Derek's face was smushed against his pillow so his words came out mumbled. "Like you get up before five minutes we have to go out the door."

Stiles hit his leg on his way around the bed and out the door.

Stiles took a deep breath and tried to school his expression into one of a stern parent. He ripped open the door and turned on the light as he spoke in an accusing tone, "What are you doing?!"

Stiles watched as the chests of his two perfect little angels rose and fell. Parker had the blankets she normally kicked off tucked neatly under her chin. Thomas had an easily monster grabbable arm draped over the side of his bed. Damn they were good, but Stiles was their papa. "Alright, you little con artists, you aren't sleeping. I know you are still awake."

A loud highly and completely convincing snore broke out of Thomas.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Dad told on you."

They both groaned and sat up.

Thomas spoke with a furrowed brow, "Daddy is so mean."

Stiles put his hands on his hips. "You two are the ones breaking bedtime. What do you have to say for yourselves?"

Parker rolled her sassy little nine year old eyes.

Thomas huffed after seeing his sister's attitude. "We were just talking."

"About something that couldn't wait till morning?" Stiles crossed his arms.

"It couldn't wait because it's a secret."

Parker whipped her head to Thomas and he quickly slapped a hand over his own mouth. She laughed at him as he looked guiltily away from Stiles.

Thomas obviously had something he was hiding. Stiles had an internal debate about what to do. He decided to not push. Thomas was a talker, if it was a real problem, they would hear about it. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me, but if it's something serious, I do want to know. If you did something bad, daddy and I would be happy you told us even if we are upset with you about it. And if it's something small, but important to you we want to know that too." Stiles walked into the room to sit on the edge of his bed. "You know nothing you do could ever make us stop loving you, right bubba?"

Thomas avoided his eyes and scrunched his brow in thought. His forehead unwrinkled after a moment. "I wasn't naughty."

Stiles nodded his head. "Okay." He felt guilty using his pop's interrogation techniques on his five year old, but oh well. He waited for Thomas to fill the silence.

"I didn't do anything."

"Okay."

Thomas let out a huff. "I like my chair."

Stiles tried to figure out what that meant in non kindergarten speak.

"Miss Berynell is really super nice."

"She is." Stiles looked over to Parker for help, but her lips were sealed in sisterly solidarity.

"Recess is so fun. I like the swings."

"That's good."

"Schoolwork is sometimes hard, but I like when we have reading time."

"I'm glad." Stiles sat trying to piece it all together. He was listing everything he liked about school, but why? Was he just wanting to talk about school? They asked and talked about it everyday since it started a month ago, surely he would've said something by now. Stiles was glad he liked all those things, but he couldn't figure out why any of them would be a secret. Unless, it wasn't about all the things he liked, but about something he didn't.

"They have awesome crayons. Lots of blue, I like the blue ones."

Stiles tried to speak delicately, "That's good honey. Are there any parts about school you maybe don't like?"

Thomas instantly squirmed and Stiles knew he was right on the money.

"Well, um, maybe. I don't know. I like school. It's not bad. I like going."

Stiles put a hand on his arm and rubbed soothing circles there. "I know you like school. But if there was a part you don't like as much, we wouldn't make you stop going. We'd figure it out buddy."

Thomas deflated and nodded. "I don't like when Miss Berynell makes us do art together. I don't like when we have to have a recess buddy either. I don't like when I'm alone in the halls. I don't like when we have to share desks."

He thought about what all of those thing had in common. Stiles asked what he feared when Thomas seemed to be done, "Do you not like some of your classmates? Do they not like you?"

Thomas considered for a second. "I like them, but I don't know if they like me."

Stiles was ready to show up at school the next day to get everything straightened out if his baby was really getting bullied. "Why don't you think they like you. Do they do mean things to you?"

Thomas shook his head and Stiles was relieved, but confused.

"Then what is it darling?"

Thomas looked shy and unsure, which was a drastic change from his ever bubbly and enthusiastic demeanor. "Well, it's just, when we do art together everyone has to paint together. And at the end you share with someone."

Stiles remembered the first day he came home pleased as punch with something he said was a butterfly. Their fridge was now covered in unidentifiable blobs of color from every day of their first month of school. The one two days ago was one of his favorites, it was all of them together.

"And um, no one gives me their art. And at recess I don't have a buddy that likes to play with me everyday. Michael and Adam play together everyday. And Keith and Lance play lions together everyday. And when they're in the halls they hold hands so they don't get lost." Thomas looked down at his lap and Stiles watched as he uncurled his fists.

His heart broke thinking about his son alone in the halls watching all the other kids swinging their hands together. Just then Parker crawled off her bed and onto his. She laid her hand in his tiny open palm and smiled at him. He returned it before frowning again.

"You have big girl classes Parker. You aren't in the halls."

Stiles wrapped his hands around their smaller ones. "You're never alone though, Tommy. You know that right?"

He nodded. "I just wish one of them would be my friend."

Stiles pulled Thomas a little closer and he easily climbed into his lap. Stiles rested his chin on Thomas' head as Parker curled into his side. "I know Tommy. Making friends is hard."

Thomas leaned back with high eyebrows. "Don't be silly. You've never made a friend."

Stiles was almost hurt by that, but he knew he had to listen to his son first. "What do you mean by that? Yes I have."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah-uh. What about uncle Scott?"

Thomas looked at him like he was dumb. "You didn't have to meet uncle Scott. You've been friends forever."

Stiles fought a smile. "We still had to meet starling."

"No. You've been friends forever." He insisted.

"That's just something we say because it feels so long. We met in the sandbox at a park when we were four."

Thomas' eyes went wide. He scrambled off his lap to be able to look at him with rapt attention sitting cross legged in front of him. "Really? How'd you get him to be your friend?"

Stiles shrugged. "Your grandmas told us I sat down and fixed his castle so it wouldn't keep falling apart. But I don't really remember that. I just remember sitting there with him and liking how nice he was to me. We didn't really decide to be friends then, we just decided to play together."

"So I just have to play with them and they'll be my friend? You play with someone and they have to be your friend forever?"

Stiles smiled at his pure curiosity. "It's not always that simple. With your uncle Scott and I we just go along so well. Even then, we weren't friends right away, that happened later. But with your daddy and I, we didn't get along at all when we first met."

Thomas wrinkled his face again. "Daddy isn't your friend. He's your husband. That means he has to be nice to you."

"Daddy is my friend too."

"When did you make friends with daddy?"

Parker brightened and shuffled off the bed to grab her blanket. When she pulled it off the bed a thud, much like the one that caught his attention earlier, made them jump. It was a heavy book of pictures they most likely got off their bookshelf. She came back over by Stiles and covered them both with her blanket. She opened both hands and faced them towards each other. Her fingertips brushed each other as she brought them together. She did it with both hands a few more times before settling back against her father.

Stiles tried to think of a way to explain their journey to friendship while editing out the violence and fear boners. "Well, we met a long long time ago, but I didn't know your daddy then. I thought he was scary and bad." Both children giggled about the absurdity of their papa being afraid of daddy, even if he did look grumpy sometimes. "But then he started helping uncle Scott and I. We ended up saving each other from a lot of bad people. Slowly I realized that daddy wasn't a bad man, that he was actually a really good one. I found out I really liked being his friend. And then he kissed me and I found out I really liked that too. Then he asked me to be his friend forever and ever and I said yes. I also said yes to having two little stinkers who stay up past bedtime."

Stiles grabbed Thomas' ankle and shook his foot while he squished Parker under his arm. They giggled at him.

"So we didn't get to being friends for a long time, but I'm so glad we did."

Thomas huffed and threw his hands up before they smacked back down on the bed. "That won't work. I wanna friend now. When I'm little. How'd you make friends with uncle Scott? After the sandbox."

Stiles took a deep breath as he thought for a minute. Parker turned to look up at him and made the motion with her hands from earlier again. "Well, I guess there was this one time..."

Tears streamed down his face. He hiccuped out sobs and tried to see what he was doing through the blurriness in his eyes. He wiped his face and just ended up smearing more flour. He checked the clock and panicked more. His breathing was fast even as he tried to calm down.

There was no way he was going to get the pie done and clean up the disaster he created. The kitchen was covered in spilled flour and sugar. There was sticky strawberry syrup all over everything. There were so many dishes in the sink and bits of dough on the floor.

His father was supposed to help him make a pie for his mother today. He got off school that Friday excited to make the pie he'd heard so much about. His mother and babcia told him all about how his mother made it for her on mother's day when she was thirteen and then every one after that. Stiles had been obsessed ever since they left Pennsylvania after visiting babcia. Now with his mom in the hospital he just had to make it. His father said since he was only eight, he would need help. But his father got called in with an emergency. He could tell it was serious, but he didn't care. They had to make it today. They had to make it today because his dad worked tomorrow and his mom had tests. Sunday was mother's day and Stiles needed to make her the pie. He had to. So even though he was home alone he got started. His father told him to wait, but he also said Melissa would be there after her shift in three hours to watch him. That meant he wasn't coming home tonight. That meant they weren't making the pie. And he had to make the pie.

He wiped his eyes again and tried to press the pieces of the crust that were falling off back on to the pan. He sniffled and figured that would be as good as it would be. He turned and placed the pie in the oven, but as he pulled his arms back he touched one to the burning oven door. He shrieked and yanked his arm towards his chest. Tears sprung anew on his face as he felt the pain.

After a few moments the pain faded slightly and he shut the oven door and set the timer for thirty minutes.

He turned to the mess of a kitchen and tried to clean up, but every time he tried he just made more of a mess. He attempted to lift a pot he filled with water to move it out of the sink, but it was heavier than he thought. His arm went down and it banged his burn against the counter. He let go of the pot with a yell and water sloshed everywhere.

Everything was going horribly. He had to make this pie, but it was so hard. He wished his dad hadn't had to leave. He wished Melissa would come and help him. But most of all, he wished his mom was here to show him how to do it. He just wanted his mom. His mom would kiss his arm better and wrap it up. His mom would know how to clean up the mess. His mom wouldn't have let them forget graham crackers at the store even though they got extra of everything else. His mom would tell him it was okay. He just wanted her to be here. He just wanted her with him.

Stiles was crying on the floor curled into a little ball when he heard a knock on the door. He sat up and wiped his snot on his sleeve.

He decided to stay in the floor. He wasn't supposed to let strangers in. Unless, maybe it was his mom. Stiles stood up with a smile and hurried to the door.

There was another impatient knock.

"Stiles? Are you here?" A young voice called out.

The heavy wave of disappointment he felt crushed his face into a frown. Tears gathered in his eyes once again.

That wasn't her. She wasn't coming to help him. His mother wasn't coming home at all.

"Sheriff? Stiles? Let me in. My dad dropped me off early and mom's not home yet. Stiles? Stiles it's Scott."

Stiles wiped his face and unlocked the door.

As soon as he saw Stiles Scott's bright grin faded. "What happened?"

Just those two words said with concern and Stiles melted once again. He pulled Scott into a crushing hug. No matter what he wished for before, now he wanted nothing more than to be close to his best friend. He was sobbing into his neck as Scott tried to bring them both inside.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"T-the flour is-s on th-the floor an-and t-the water. And th-the crust! I-I-I did it wrong. St-trawb-berry pie ha-as graham crackers, n-not d-d-dough! The crust! I-it's wrong-g! Th-the crust S-S-Scott!"

"I'll help you, just tell me what happened."

Stiles spent the next ten minutes trying to explain everything to Scott while sobbing. Scott spent the next ten minutes trying to understand him while trying to get him to calm down.

When he was breathing normally and had explained everything, Scott just stood up from the floor they settled on and outstretched a hand. "I'm going to go over to Mrs. Sonner's house. I'll be right back."

Stiles stood up and held firmly on to his hand. He shook his head wildly. "No you can't. I have to make it! She can't help us!"

Scott nodded. "I know. I'm gonna just ask her for the crackers." He smiled at Stiles. "You can't make strawberry pie without graham crackers crust silly."

Stiles stood there in shock and awe of his friend. He knew he would help him, but he thought he would help by calling his mom or Stiles' dad. He thought he would help him clean up, but the determined glint in Scott's eyes told him he wouldn't be doing anything alone. This pie would be amazing.

"You're the best friend ever Scotty."

He gave him a crooked, dimpled grin. "I think you're the best too."

They giggled as they made a new pie, exactly how babcia and his mom had written it in the old cookbook. This time without baking it and the proper crust. They even cleaned the kitchen to a sparkle.

When Melissa walked into the house there were quiet murmurs and giggles coming from the kitchen. She walked in on a filthy kitchen and a slight trail of smoke starting to come out of the oven. But as she looked at the boys they had wide grins and were marveling at a red lumpy pile covered in what looked to be runny whipped cream like it had hung the moon. She helped them actually clean up the kitchen and take the forgotten piece of charcoal out of the oven after turning it off.

Stiles remembered having his father drop him off at Scott's house right after they came back from the hospital. He gushed about how his mother had loved the pie. The nurses raved about how good it looked and Scott was just as excited as he was about it as he told him.

Stiles tried to not dwell on the sad parts of the story and he made the disaster less desperate and more funny for them, but he still kept how relieved and comforted he was by Scott.

"Do you know what the thing I remember the most about making the pie?"

Parker shook her head and Thomas shouted out, "Eating it!"

Stiles grinned. "No. I remember being so glad Scott was there. Being so happy his dad brought him home early, even if it made your grandma mad. I remember being so grateful that Scott rang the doorbell at that exact moment. He wasn't too early, and he wasn't too late. Just like your daddy. We met when I was pretty young, but we didn't get along and that was good because it wasn't the right time yet. With auntie Lydia I wanted so bad to be her boyfriend for so long, but we weren't right for each other. By the time we became friends I realized we were better being friends. I didn't know auntie Kira as long as I have known most of my other friends, but still she came into my life when she was meant to. I'm really glad I have your daddy and uncle Scott and everybody else, but I don't wish I met them sooner. I met them right when I was meant to. Your uncle Scott built his sandcastle on the perfect day and he rang that doorbell exactly on time. Thomas you don't have to worry about making friends, they're going to find you when you need them to."

Thomas looked upset. "But you had so many friends. You weren't ever alone on the playground."

Stiles gaped at his child. It was true. He'd always had Scott. He didn't know what it was like to not have a friend.

They heard a creak and they all turned to the door.

"You're right, he wasn't. But I have been." Derek came in sleep ruffled, but with a easy smile.

He settled in the bed behind Stiles like he belonged there and Stiles leaned his back against Derek's front with Parker now tucked next to both of them. Thomas was still facing them. "I didn't have any friends growing up. We had such a big family, so I always had cousins over or my siblings to play with. But when I got a bit older, I became close with uncle Peter. He was near my age and we got along really well. I suppose in a way he was my best friend."

Thomas wrinkled his nose. "How come you aren't friends anymore? How come we go to uncle Scott's house, but we aren't allowed to spend the night with uncle Peter?"

Stiles leaned his head back and pressed it into the crook of Derek's neck. He found his hand in the blankets and gave it a squeeze.

"Well, your uncle Peter did something really bad. Actually he did quite a few really bad things, but there's one that I guess I haven't forgiven him for yet. Besides, I don't know how he would be with kids anymore. He used to be good, really good, but so much has changed. Now I don't know. I guess there's a lot I don't know about him anymore. There's so much that's different." There was a sadness starting to tinge his voice.

Stiles gave his hand another squeeze. "Daddy and I will talk about it more later."

"Right. But the reason we aren't friends anymore doesn't really matter. What matters is that sometimes you aren't always friends with someone. Your papa and uncle Scott are still best friends, but me and uncle Peter aren't. Sometimes people grow apart. It isn't always sad though. Just like people come into your life at the right time sometimes they leave it at the right time too. Even though I didn't want to lose him, he was dealing with some things, but he was hurting people he cared about. I couldn't have him around me because he was a bad man, but that doesn't mean I wanted him to leave. He was still my uncle Peter. Sometimes friends come, sometimes they have to go, but one thing stays the same. You will always find who you are meant to. And you don't always have to wait for them. Everyone can teach you something you didn't know before. Everyone has the potential to be your friend. Sometimes the thing that will mean the most to you is right in front of you and you didn't even know it."

Stiles turned his head to look at Derek, but he was already staring at him. Stiles smiled and kissed his husband.

"When I think back I never thought of uncle Peter as my best friend, but he was. He always got me just what I wanted for my birthday. He taught me all about different kinds of music. He even gave me my first leather jacket. He gave me advice. We did a different kind of baking together."

Stiles' elbow jammed back into his ribs.

"We fixed up old bikes and cars together. He actually taught me how to drive. Dad was too worried about me hitting something and mom accidentally used her alpha voice to tell me to brake, so instead of hitting the car in front of us, we got rear-ended because of how hard I stomped on the brakes. Peter was calm enough that I didn't get anxious, but cautious enough to make sure we were safe. He took me on all the back roads. He made sure I could parallel park under any circumstances. When I aced my test he took me out for pizza. Some of my favorite memories of high school aren't with my school friends or the basketball team. They're with him. Windows down, wind blowing and music blaring." There was a slight wistfulness in his eyes even if he was smiling.

Thomas put his small hand on Derek's. "I think you should be friends with uncle Peter again." Parker nodded her head sleepily.

Derek shook his head. "It's not that simple starlings."

Thomas gave him a blank look. "Why not? You said friends come and go when they're meant to. Maybe you're meant to be his friend again. I think you should be. Uncle Peter sounds cool."

Derek took a moment. "Alright, maybe I should. He was pretty cool."

Thomas seemed happy with that and let out a yawn. Stiles and Parker also let out one after him.

"Okay, monkeys time for bed."

Stiles nodded in agreement. "Yes bed."

Parker climbed out of Thomas' bed and into her own. They both stood up and tucked them in with kisses. Stiles smoothed Thomas' hair down and spoke to him, "Are you more okay with going to school and making friends now? Or were our stories too long and boring?"

He shook his head. "No they weren't. I get it. I'm gonna go to school and try to make friends, but if I don't I have Parker and you and daddy while I wait for more friends."

"Okay buddy. Get some sleep you two. We love you."

"Goodnight my stars." Derek was waiting for Stiles before turning off the light switch.

"Goodnight papa, goodnight daddy. Love youuu!" He turned his head to Parker and she nodded at him. "Parker says goodnight and she loves you too."

They smiled at them one last time before turning out the light.

As they walked back, just like every other night, he heard a soft, "Goodnight Parker. I love you." Followed by one soft tap to a pillow then four and finally three.

He climbed back into their bed with a softness in his full heart.

"I don't know how I can be so tired, and yet I don't think I'll be able to sleep for a bit."

Derek turned to face his husband in the soft lamp light. "I know what you mean. Being up for more than ten minutes destroys your ability to just fall right back asleep."

Stiles yawned. "Exactly. How long were you outside the door anyway?"

"Ever since the second thump."

Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at him. "Why didn't you come in?"

Derek shrugged. "I like seeing you with them. I like hearing you talk to them. And I didn't want to interrupt your love poem about Scott." He had a cheeky grin.

He rolled his eyes. "It wasn't a poem. It was a story, so my love story."

Derek let out a small laugh. "Oh, my mistake." He stared at him for a moment before bringing a hand up to stroke Stiles' face. "What made you pick that story? I've never heard that one before."

Stiles moved his face to kiss Derek's palm before turning it back. "That was when I knew, no matter what, that Scotty would be there for me. I wasn't a dumb kid. I knew that she wasn't coming back from the hospital. I knew it was getting really bad. One of the nurses actually told me to make mother's day special because my mom wouldn't live to see my next birthday. Looking back I get why she said it, she wanted me to make the most of my time. And she was right, she died two weeks later. But I think that was the reason I needed to make the pie so bad. I needed mother's day to be special. I needed to make the pie and it needed to be right. Even if it turned out like garbage she made it seem like it was the best pie she'd ever had. I was so proud."

Derek was frowning. "Still, that's a horrible thing to say to a kid."

Stiles shrugged. "It helped me realize what Scott meant to me. When he helped me with that pie I realized that he was my best friend and he always would be. By that day I had already figured out that I was going to lose her, but I found out that he would be there for anything I needed. I knew that even if I lost her he would be there for me. And he always has been. Through every dumb idea or hair brained scheme, he was and is always there. He was with me through high school and college, through finding out about the supernatural, the nogitsune, everything. Scotty's been the one constant in my life. He's not really my childhood friend, he's my brother."

Derek wiped away a stray tear before kissing his nose. He resumed stroking Stiles' cheek. "I'm glad you had him. I wish I would've been there though. I wish I could've wrapped you in my arms to save you from that hurt."

Stiles smiled at the sentiment. They both said it often when they talked about their families. Stiles wished he could've saved him from losing almost his entire family and his best friend in one night. Stiles wished he could've gone back in time to kill Kate or to save Paige. Stiles wished he could've somehow figured out that Peter would kill Laura and save all three of them from it. At the very least he wished to hold Derek while he cried, but that wasn't important. "We met each other exactly when we needed to."

Derek smiled and turned out the light. "Goodnight, my brilliant sun."

"Goodnight, my dear moon."

Derek kissed him and they closed their eyes.

They faded off to sleep in each other's arms. Exactly where they were supposed to be.

This was for the lovely @sterek-bingo

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kandyklancing · 4 years

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klance fic | mini skirt lance 🔞

lance loves showing off his leggy body when he wears his mini skirts. so when he saw a tiny black one hanging in the window of a store in the space mall he couldn't resist. the team had gone there under shiro's command to "stock back up on essentials" he knew a mini skirt wasn't exactly something he *needed* but he had missed dressing up nicely like he sometimes did back on earth. he couldn't resist the opportunity to snag the little black number. "lura! let's go in that one!" he called excitedly, snagging allura's hand. her eyes lit up as she caught sight of the clothing store, and lance looked back to the others. "we'll be back, he called." starting towards the store. keith's eyebrows rose questioningly, but he said nothing, turning back to pay attention to shiro who was beginning to lead hunk slowly toward the grocery store, reading from a list of things they needed. lance knew he had been getting on keith's nerves lately, with him exasperatedly telling him that he never took their tasks or missions seriously. he tried not to let it get to him, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult to do. who says just because they're fighting in an intergalactic war that he can't be cute? besides, pidge wasn't even around right now, she had dragged coran with her to the nearest video game store, and allura willingly came with him, also interested in buying something to wear. so if keith wanted something to bitch at, he'd have to take it up with all of them. that was only somewhat reassuring to lance though, he didn't enjoy upsetting keith as much as he was sure keith thought he did. but it wasn't enough to stop him from walking through the doors of the store, albeit slightly sulkily. "oh my god lance!" allura squeeled. "look at this!" she said, holding up a purple strappy and sparkly crop top. "that's pretty lura. you should try it on" he encouraged weakly, lacking his usual vigor. he knew it wasn't gonna bypass allura, how his mood had been dampened. the two had grown close since he practically got plucked off earth to fight battles in space. they were best friends. her eyebrows furrowed, and she looked at him caringly and cautiously. "are you okay? what's the matter?" she asked. he sighed. "keith's still on my ass. i know he's wondering why i'm wasting time fucking around in a clothing store rather than helping them buy food and supplies" allura took his hands in hers gently, looking into his eyes. "listen" she began. " i love keith, but just because they boy doesn't know how to unwind that doesn't mean that you shouldn't. we've all been working so hard lately. it's not unwise to treat yourself." "you're right, i know" lance sighed. "it's just that..." he turned his gaze elsewhere, cheeks slowing becoming alight. "i just...want him to understand me..." he sulked. allura smiled softly. she knew about lance's personal feelings toward keith. she also knew that keith had his own feelings about lance, he just grew frustrated with himself at not being able to express them, and often ended up projecting that frustration onto lance. he didn't know how to properly express himself. "listen. how about you show him the good that comes out of an impromptu shopping trip? force him to get it!" she smiled cheekily and excitedly. "oh please! he doesn't look my way except to complain about something ive apparently done. give it up allura, he's not into me." it was a conversation they had had time and time again. allura was convinced that keith digged him just as much as lance was into him. she rolled her eyes. "then do it for yourself. buy something you feel good in!" that he could do. he hightailed it over to the mini skirt in the window, allura in tow. "OH. that's the one lance. he won't be able to take his eyes off you" she smirked. lance bit his lips to hide a smile, rolling his eyes at her and signalling for the salesperson at the front.

-2 weeks later-

the team was exhausted and exaxperated. the battle with the galra they had just returned from was a long one. they had won, yes, but not without completely draining themselves. they were a lot of close calls, and things felt dismal. "listen up, team. we're taking the day off tomorrow. we've been working tirelessly, and i know we're all feeling weighed down. so relax tomorrow. do something you like" he told them. it served to be a giant relief to them all, even keith let go a placated sigh. lance woke up with a smile on his face the next day, ready to pamper himself. he spent time doing his favourite skincare rituals and singing to himself. when finished, he walked over to his closet, staring longingly at the mini skirt. "fuck it" he said to himself and put it on. lance trailed into the kitchen where the others sat, already eating breakfast. allura looked up, whooping loudly upon his arrival. "you look amazing lance!" she encouraged. he smiled at her in response. he felt shy under the rest of the group's gaze. shiro only smiled, telling lance to sit and have some breakfast. "lance! bro! you look good!" hunk told him around a mouthful of his food. "thanks buddy." lance smiled genuinely. pidge was fiddling with some game console in her hand, having thrown lance a small smile when he walked in. coran dove estatically into a story about how he used to wear his own fair share of skirts back in his day. and keith... keith is keeping his eyes resolutely on his plate. lance felt a pang of sadness but he quickly pushes it down. he looks GREAT and they finally have a day off. he's not gonna spend time thinking about his unrequited crush at all. he dove into his food. later on in the day, after lazing around and playing dungeons and dragons, lance suggests a game of hiding seek with the castle lights off. shiro and coran have retired to their rooms, so he insists they won't be slowed down by the "old people" allura, hunk and pidge say they're in, and keith does too, albeit reluctantly. "this is...juvenile. but i guess i don't have anything better to do" he says, shrugging. lance looks at him closely. keith hasn't looked him in the eye all day. still he pushes down his disappointment. "okay i'm counting! better go hide you bastards!" pidge yells out excitedly. allura runs in a circle for a solid minute, panicking and giggling before she takes off to the left side of the castle ship. hunk runs to the right, and keith slinks off somewhere stealthily. lance knows exactly where he won't be found, smirking to himself and taking his time walking there. he knows he won't be found in the "secret" door in the back of the library. it's an inconspicuous looking door, in the back left corner. the only way he'd found it because he was sulking one day alone, sitting on the floor of the library thinking about his family back home, resting his back against what he'd originally thought was the wall. it felt different, and after running his hands over it, he came across a doorknob sized button, and upon investigation, found that if pushed it the "wall" slid up to reveal an open room. in it was a massive floor to wall window, where he'd sat many nights gazing out at the stars. "fucking altean technology" lance mused to himself, stepping through the space upon arrival. he hurried over to his favourite spot where he liked to perch by the glass. except, he tripped over some lump like object. "shit!" he hissed palms slapping onto the tiled floor. "what the fuck man?" a disgruntled voice called. "keith??? how the hell did you get in here!?" lance asked, infuriated. "how did YOU get here? how do you even know about this place?" keith demanded.

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angstalottle · 4 years

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Blue Feather

Part 3- Final

As time passed these blue feathers seemed to appear more and more just lying around the castle.

Some seemed to have been dropped by accident but most looked to have been placed purposely, waiting to be found by the other members of the team.

Everyone took this as a sign that Lance was starting to take care of his wings again, that the fistfulls in the bathroom trash had to mean he was preparing to show off his wings to his friends.

As the days passed the team only grew more and more excited by the idea of seeing them. Keith especially wanted to know what his ‘rival’ was working with so he could challenge him to a race.

Hunk was great and all but his big wings were made more for long slow glides with the occasional burst of speed while Keith was constantly zipping around him.

The idea of dancing around the air together made his heart rate pick up, his hands get sweaty and his knees feel weak…

So maybe Keith had some repressed emotions he needed help figuring out.

The idea of actually talking to anyone about these was well nothing short of terrifying, but as he found himself distracted by every little thing Lance did from how he would grin excitedly whenever they found a new planet or would gently bump his shoulder against his when they were about to enter a battle… or how he would so gently run his fingers through his wings while he hummed old songs and the two would just spend hours sat together in a comfortable closeness that Keith never imagined he would have.

It all really came to head when the two were sent on a mission alone together and they ended up spending a night cuddled up close by a fire waiting for a storm to pass.

Lance even called it their makeup bonding moment.

Keith didn't sleep at all that night, he just watched Lance softly breathing taking the time to memorise every detail of his beautiful face…

Soon as they got back Keith went right to Shiro's door and kept banging on it until he opened up.

The door slid open to a half asleep Shiro looking down at Keith in confusion.

“Did i miss the alarm?” he asked followed by a yawn.

“No!” Keith looked down the hallway before shoving Shiro back into his room. “Somthings wrong, Lance.”

That certainly woke him up.

“What happened? Did he get hurt on your mission? Was he captured?!” Shiro was already mentally preparing a plan of action when he heard Keith let out a frustrated groan.

“He's too pretty and it's distracting me and i don't know why!” he tugged at his hair as he sat on the edge of the unmade bed, the blankets still on the floor from when Shiro bolted for the door.

He stared at his adopted little brother for a moment before bursting out laughing.

Keith glared blushing bright red “It's not funny! There's clearly something wrong with me!”

That just made Shiro laugh even harder.

“Shiro!”

“There's nothing wrong, you just have a crush on Lance.” He finally managed to get out between gasps for air.

This was the funniest thing that had happened since Hunk made mac and cheese that turned everyone purple for a week.

Keith stared at him like he had just told him the secret to the entire universe. “Oh...Oh.”

With the dawning realisiation of having his first crush hitting him Keith decided his brain was stupid and it needed to stop existing in a constant state of gay panic whenever he saw Lance.

“Fuck what do i do?” he asked hopelessly.

Shiro sat down next to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder “well with these kinds of things you can either confess or wait till it goes away.”

“How long would that take?”

“In your case I'd say never.” Shiro smirked at him as Keith flopped back onto the bed defeated “i don't think this is just a normal crush, i think it's the start of something special that began when you cradled him in your arms.”

“I… i was just impressed that he could shoot a guy while being super concussed.” Keith was quiet for a moment “fuck i practically shoved Pidge and you out of the way to hold him.”

“Yeah poor Pidge nearly had to go in a pod from that too.” Shiro sighed, it had been hard times recently, it was nice to be able to talk like normal people for once and not soldiers.

“You should talk to him, see if he feels the same way and then go from there.”

“He doesn't even trust us to see his wings, how could he ever want to be in a relationship with me?”

That one was admittedly trickier.

It wasn't like Shiro could just tell him that didn't mean anything, he may be wingless but Adam was not.

God just thinking of his fiance made his heart ache. He longed to hold him in his arms and have his beautiful green wings wrap around him letting him know he's home, that the wars over and he can finally be safe.

A person's wings were an extension of who they are, and without showing them Lance was essentially keeping a part of himself secret.

And that hurt.

“Give him time.” Shiro finally said after a few tense silent moments. “I'm sure he will come around eventually.”

Keith sighed “I hope you're right.”

It turned out that they wouldn't have to wait all that long.

Only a week after that interaction Lance came quietly into the kitchen while the rest of the team were sitting eating breakfast.

“I want to talk to you guys”

“Sure buddy whats up?” Hunk asked between serving pancakes.

“It's about my wings.”

That certainly got everyone's attention.

“I know you've all been curious about why i keep them hidden and well i think i owe it to all of you to tell you why.”

Lance pulled a handful of blue feathers out of his pocket and placed them on the table.

“My family have peacock wings but these aren't peacock feathers.”

Pidge picked one up and examined it in the light “these are fake.”

Lance nodded as he turned around and dropped his robe to the ground and stretched his wings out for all to see.

They had many theories about what could be wrong with his wings to make Lance hide them for so long.

They never expected it to be because he had two perfectly formed wings… that happened to be a dull brown.

“Those are female wings...oh” Hunk said what they were all thinking as a realisation filled the room.

And suddenly it all made sense.

All the secrecy and nervousness that seemed to slowly melt away as he realised he was around people he could trust and was safe to be himself around.

“Im trans.”

It was unsurprisingly Hunk that first tackled Lance to the ground in a hug, quickly followed by the rest of the team.

They all sat there for what seemed like hours just hugging and assuring Lance that everything was ok, that he was loved and accepted no matter what.

More than a few tears were shed by all involved, but eventually everyone parted ways, with Hunk going to the kitchen to prepare for a coming out party.

That just left Keith and Lance alone together.

“I think your wings are really beautiful… just like you”

Lance started as a blush creeped its way onto Keith's cheeks as a smile spread out on his own face.

“We have some time now, would you maybe want to go for a fly?”

And so the two spent the rest of the day exploring the peaceful planet together, racing, talking and come sunset perched atop the large trees they kissed.

Lance never saw the need to hide his wings again, why would he when he was loved by people that saw him and his wings and nothing less than Lance, blue paladin of voltron and a man.

#langst #wings au #winged lance #winged keith #pidge #shiro #hunk #klance

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anaking-streetwalker · 4 years

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It’s You

Summary: Pidge pulls one of her selfless stunts. Lance deteriorates. Soulmate colorblindness AU.

Let me know if you would like to see more things like this!

TW: canon-typical violence, swearing, medical procedures.

This is how things always begin. In tragedy, that is.

An accident, a missing person, a death, a tragedy seems to spark everything interesting in his life. Including this.

It was okay. It was only a recon mission, in and out, get the information and hurry your ass away.

But, of course, being the hero that she is, it didn't go that way. She took a detour on the way back, rescuing slaves and prisoners from an unguarded Galra prison. She took them onto the green lion, evading Galra ships until she got them to safety.

But then she got lazy. Sloppy, almost. She knew evasive maneuvers, quiznack, she had her cloaking device!

But now Lance was staring at his wall, the one he painted with her after they both started to see colors. Every color imaginable was up there, blues and greens and reds and yellows and purples. But now they were flickering. The greens faded more constantly than anything else because of course they did but that meant that she was giving up and Lance was praying to every deity he could think of “please don’t let her go, please keep her safe and alive.”

It wasn’t like she was far away. No, she was in the med bay of Regessa, the planet that they had landed at. She was laying in a bed, a holographic medical chart on the table next to her.

But Lance was too much of a coward to go and sit by her side, hold her hand, he couldn’t even look at her without being disgusted. Not at her, of course, but at himself. Why wasn’t he there? How could he let her go out and do that on her own?

Of course, she didn’t know that they were soulmates. She started seeing color a few weeks after they arrived on Altea, but Lance? Lance had known as soon as she arrived at the Garrison. She was convinced that she had just seen someone in passing and that the bond had snapped into place then, and Lance didn’t want to disappoint her, because why the hell would anyone like her settle for someone like him?

“Lance?” a voice called from outside his door. It was faint.

“Yeah?”

“Are you still staring at the wall?”

“Yeah.”

“Buddy it’s been three days, please come out and eat something.”

“Yeah.”

“She’s going to be okay, Lance. She’ll pull through.”

“Yeah?”

“And I know she doesn’t know yet, but you need to tell her when—”

“If, Hunk.”

Hunk took a deep breath, and Lance heard him place his forehead on the door.

“When she wakes up.”

A pause.

“I know you can feel it,” Hunk continued. “And I know it’s hard, Lance. But what she needs is to see your face when she wakes up, and you know what? She’s been through too much to wake up alone in a cold room on a strange planet without anyone.”

“If she hasn’t figured it out by now, then maybe she doesn’t feel it.”

It wasn’t unheard of. Soulmates not feeling each other, that is. It just happened. And of course, it happened to Lance because when has Lance ever been important?

“You’re never going to figure out the answer to that question if you keep staring at that wall.”

At Hunk’s words, all of the colors suddenly became duller than they had been, even at their dullest. The reds and the blues became indistinguishable from the blacks, and yellow and orange mixed together so that there was no difference between them. Lance scrambled to his feet, lightheaded from his lack of food. He ran to the door, ignoring the black spots in his vision. He pushed past Hunk and sprinted to the med wing.

“Pidge,” he said, breathless. “I’m here to see Pidge Holt.”

“I’m sorry, but I cannot let you see Ms. Holt unless you are family. Please confirm your identification.”

“I’m Lance, Lance McClain. I’m her soulmate.”

“It looks like Ms. Holt is going into emergency surgery for, let me see,” the nurse said in her monotone voice. “Ah! For a collapsed lung. We can sit you in the family waiting room if you would like.”

Lance nodded and shoved his hands into the pockets of the jacket he didn’t realize he had on.

He followed the signs to the waiting room and kept his gaze on the children’s toys on the floor. Their colors weren’t quite as elaborate as the ones on his wall, but they would be good enough.

Good enough to gauge whether or not Pidge was dead.

The seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into hours but Lance couldn’t fall asleep because how could he fall asleep and take the chance of waking up colorblind?

There was eternally a cup of hot coffee in his hand, and he was twitching because of the amount of caffeine intake.Hunk managed to get some food into him, and Kieth, Coran, and Shiro were taking shifts sitting next to him, a hand on his hunched shoulder telling him that it was going to be alright.

Every so often the colors will go almost completely dark, and that’s when Lance starts crying. That’s when Hunk wraps his arm around his shoulders and Shiro holds the hand that isn’t occupied by a disposable coffee cup. But none of it helped because they couldn’t see it.

At 4:17 am, the colors stopped flickering.

Lance scrambled to his feet, stumbling over the scattered objects in his room.

He ran into the door in his haste to leave the room, and he bumps into Hunk on his way out. The larger man grabs Lance’s shoulders, shaking him back to life.

“Lance, buddy what’s going on? Calm down for me.”

Lance hadn’t realized he was panicking.

“They’re almost gone Hunk, she’s giving—Hunk she’s dying!”

He pushed past his friend and raced down to the med bay where Pidge was.

When he arrived, he saw through the glass walls of the room where his soulmate was. The flow of tears increased heavily when he recognized that the convulsing figure on the bed was Pidge and that they were trying over and over and over again to keep her heart beating, her lungs breathing, but it wasn’t working.

Lance tried to run into the room but found arms holding him back, grabbing him by his elbows and stomach.

He yelled her name over and over again, his eyes squeezed right in his effort to escape Shiro and Keith.

But then all the commotion stopped. The arms around his went slack and he could hear his friend’s sobs grow louder.

And then Lance opened his eyes, and the first thing he noticed wasn’t all of the doctors and nurses standing around the bed, their heads bowed and their eyes closed.

No, the first thing he noticed is that the trees he could see through the window of Pidge’s room weren’t green anymore.

#voltron: legendary defender #voltron #lance mcclain #lance #pidge holt #pidge #hunk #shiro #keith #oneshot #soulmate au #pidge x lance #lance x pidge #plance

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actress4him · 4 years

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Whumptober 2020 - Day 17

Hunk gets another turn in the spotlight today! I think I enjoy writing him more than any of the other paladins (besides Keith, of course). I love the way the interaction between the two of them in this fic turned out. I didn’t originally think I would use any of the alternate prompts, but the original prompt for this day just wasn’t speaking to me. I actually ended up using alternates on a couple of other days coming up, too!

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Day 17 (Alt. Prompt 4) - Stitches

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: stitches (obviously), lots of blood, references to vomiting

“Oh man. This is bad. This is really, really bad.”

“Hunk.” Keith tightened his jaw, drew in a breath through his nose. “Look at me. Not my leg, stop looking at my leg, look at my face.”

With obvious effort Hunk dragged his eyes away from all the blood - and there was a lot, Keith was well aware, it was his blood, after all, and it was everywhere - and to Keith’s face.

“It’s gonna be okay. I can fix this, and it’ll be fine. But I need your help, okay? I need you to not freak or pass out or puke on me.”

The Yellow Paladin nodded minutely, his eyes wide and lips pressed together. “Okay. Yeah, okay. I can do that. I can help. I mean, I’m not the one bleeding, after all, right? You’re the one who should be freaking out right now, why aren’t you freaking out right now?”

“Because I can’t afford to,” Keith snapped, slightly regretting it when Hunk flinched back, but shoving that aside because he couldn’t afford regrets right then, either. “I need you to go back inside Yellow and get your med kit for me. Can you do that?”

“Yeah!” He was on his feet in an instant, but held his hands out in front of him. “Just...just don’t die or anything while I’m gone, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Keith watched him retreat up the ramp of the Lion, then squeezed his eyes shut and focused on his breathing. Tried to think of anything else but the giant gash in his thigh, and what he was about to have to do to fix it.

“Okay I got it!”

Opening his eyes, he saw Hunk crouching beside him to set down the kit, and wondered how he hadn’t heard him approach. That wasn’t good. He knew he had already lost way too much blood, that was obvious from the way it coated his entire leg and both hands and the dirt around him, but he hadn’t realized he was at the skipping time stage already.

“Alright. I need you to open it up and see if you can find some antiseptic, and a needle and thread.”

“A needle an-” Hunk’s face paled again. “What? Are you…? You don’t expect me to…? I wanna help you, Keith, I really do, but I...I don’t think I can -”

“I’m not gonna make you do it.”

He heaved a sigh of relief. “Oh. Good. But wait, that means…”

“Hunk. I need you to focus.” Because he was having a harder and harder time doing so himself.

“Right. Focusing.” Hunk set to digging through the box, and soon produced the things Keith had asked for.

Keith blinked hard a couple of times, trying to get his vision to clear. “Do you know how to thread a needle?”

He didn’t hear the answer, but suddenly a threaded needle was being held in front of his face. Another time skip. Fantastic. “I need...I need one more thing. Something to bite down on.”

Hunk’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down visibly. “Right. Your belt?”

Oh. He probably should have thought of that himself. Releasing his leg with one hand, he reached for the buckle, but Hunk caught his arm before he could get to it.

“I got it, bud.” He quickly unbuckled the belt and slid it off, and Keith was in too much pain to be bothered by the close contact. “Okay, here you go.”

Before he took it in his teeth, Keith nodded toward the bottle sitting by Hunk’s knee. “Antiseptic first. Can you pour it for me?”

Nodding, Hunk uncapped the bottle while Keith clenched his jaw around the well-worn leather. “Ready?”

Keith gave a curt nod, even though he knew he would never actually be ready. The next thing he knew was fire, even worse pain than had been consuming his leg before, and he screamed hoarsely around the gag. His hearing and vision went out for an untold amount of time. He came back to awareness to the sound of Hunk apologizing over and over again.

Without letting go of the belt, he waved his hand in the direction that he was pretty sure Hunk and the needle were. Thankfully Hunk seemed to read his mind, and placed the threaded needle into his hand.

“I looked to see if there was any kind of numbing stuff in here, but I don’t see anything,” he offered woefully.

“It’ll be fine.”

The first puncture was always the worst. Or at least, that’s what he told himself, even though it really wasn’t true. The first was bad, and so was the second, because you had just experienced it once so you knew how bad it was gonna be the second time. The next few weren’t usually as bad, but toward the end it would always all start to become too much, the pain overwhelming. Of course that was on a much smaller cut. He had never had to stitch one quite as long as the one he was currently looking at.

It’ll be fine. Just do it. His hand was trembling, but he got the needle in, hissing in a breath as he did.

Hunk moaned slightly. “I don’t think I can watch this, man. I’m gonna just...I’m gonna look at your face. That way I’ll still know if you need my help with anything.”

Keith ignored him, not because he didn’t understand his queasiness or appreciate his willingness to still help despite it, but because he didn’t have the physical or mental energy to do anything but make stitches. They were wobbly, crooked, too big in some places and almost too small in others. They looked almost as bad as his first attempt at this, but they were doing the job. The two sides of the gash were pulling together, little by little.

The problem was that his stamina was running out, his vision going spottier by the minute. Every time he had to pull the thread through, his arm felt like it weighed two tons. About halfway through, he fumbled the needle, dropping it into his lap, and his chin fell to his chest.

“I can’t do it,” he whispered, spitting the belt out. “I...I can’t…”

“What is it, buddy?” Hunk’s hand clamped down on his shoulder, and he dragged his head back up with great effort. “Talk to me. What can’t you do? Can I help?”

“I can’t...the thread...can’t...keep pulling…”

“Can I pull?” he asked without hesitation. Keith blinked at him blearily, unable to reconcile the Hunk who couldn’t look at the stitches with the one who was now offering to help with the stitches. “I can’t do the actual, you know...poking.” Hunk shuddered at the mere thought. “But I could pull the thread through? Give your arm a break?”

Keith stared at him, then stared back down at his half-done leg. “Yeah. Okay. If...you think you...can.”

Hunk nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, bud. I told you I’d help. I’d do the whole thing for you if I could, but I’m just afraid I’d, you know, throw up, and you don’t really need that right now. I don’t get how you’re even doing this all on your own. Who knows how to do this, especially to themselves? Keith does, apparently.”

“Didn’t ‘xactly have a doctor in the desert. Or money. To go to a doctor.”

Hunk sighed. “I’m gonna put a pin in that and come back to how terribly sad it is later. Right now let’s get this leg taken care of.”

Working together, the job went three times as fast. Keith was barely managing to get each stitch in place with his shaking hands, but Hunk was doing superbly well steeling his stomach to quickly pull the thread through and hand it back again. And when the pain became overwhelming, when Keith didn’t think he could stick a needle into his skin one more time, he was right there with an encouraging word and squeeze of the arm.

When they finally reached the very end, Keith tried and failed to tie off the thread, and Hunk took over without a word. “There. We did it.” He snipped off the loose end with a small pair of scissors, and rapidly put everything away in the med kit. “Now, if you’ll give me just a second, I need to throw up.”

“‘kay. Don’t take too long. Think I’m ‘bout to pass out.”

Hunk’s eyes went wide. “Okay. Yeah. I’ll do that.”

True to his word, less than a minute passed before he was back by Keith’s side. “I’m here, bud. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. You just rest.”

“Th’ks. An’...th’ks for helpin’.”

“Of course, bud.”

Keith let his eyes fall shut and the pain slip away.

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keith-the-hoe · 3 years

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The Glimmer Hoes Master Plan| Crack Fanfic Mini Series

Episode One: [X]

Episode Two: [X]

Episode Three: American Tour

Episode Four: [X]

Episode Five: [X]

Warnings:

This story will contain violence, sex scenes and a shit ton of foul language. It may also cause you to lose a couple of brain cells and fall into a state of confusion. Do not read if you are under the age of 16. Read at your own risk. Or Keef will eat your grandma.

Cast:

Mick Jagger

Keith Richards

Charlie Watts

Ronnie Wood

Bill Wyman

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After the huge massacre in California, The Rolling Stones were on the run again. Keef was super ugly and devastated from his buddy, Mick, being brutally killed by the sus one. Who was going to sing for them? Charlie and Bill were sitting in the back seat with Mick's body next to them. Their van had broke down when they were out camping in the desert. So they elected Keef to push the van to the nearest town.

"Ah jeez..... Now who is going to be our whore front man?" Keef asked while he struggled to push the van over a speed bump.

"You do it" Billl said as he keep trying to get the body from touching him.

The Rolling Stones stopped by a mechanic shop that was also a coffee shop. California was burning hot. The sun was shining down on Keef so he took his clothes off. Bill and Charlie stepped out of the van and stood in front of the coffee shop.

"Hmm.... Some coffee wouldn't be so bad right now." Bill said to Charlie.

The only problem was, they didn't have any money on them. But Keef did so this whole sentence doesn't work at all. He took out a bunch of crumbled up dollar bills from his underpants. Penis money was what he always called it in case of emergencies. Bill didn't want to touch it so he told him to hold onto it. They walked into the coffee shop. There was no one in there but some weird guy with a big nose reading a news paper. They all sat down at the counter and waited for someone to attend them. A lady with a cheese ball outfit went up to them to take their order. Keef really wanted bananas. Bill and Charlie just ordered eggs and bacon like normies do at coffee shops. Keef kept spinning around his stool and noticed that the big nose whore was looking at them. He got sus so he just walked in the bathroom to take a piss. Or at least that what he made big nose whore think. Keef walked over to the mechanic shop to check on their van. Then he remembered that he left Mick in there. He went into a panic. Bill and Charlie had already taken him out of the van but didn't tell him. Keef searched the van but didn't see him in there. Charlie went outside to see what kind of shenanigans he's up to this time. Keef turned into a mad monkey.

"Jesus! Calm down you fooking dumb fuck of a monkey!" Charlie said. "If you're looking for whore Mick, we hid him behind the dumpster until the van gets fixed."

Keef just stared at him. He felt better now that he knew that his side hoe was okay. He walked around the mechanic shop and saw a bunch of car parts. He got a very good idea. He grabbed the parts, some oil cans, and his guitars. Told ya they might come in handy for later. Charlie stood there in confusion watching Keef once again do something stupid.

"Be hold!!" Keef yelled.

Charlie rolled his eyes at him. He seriously wondered why he's even in a shitty ass band with a very stupid monkey. Keith removed the tarp from his very fantastic creation.

"Wot in the actual fuck did you just make?" Charlie asked sounding annoyed.

Keef chuckled. "You dummy! It's Mick!" He said as he leaned on it only to knock it over. He has built a cyborg Mick as a replacement for the real Mick. Charlie was not amused. Bill came out of the coffee shop with the big nose whore holding a knife to his neck. He was pretty calm about it. Charlie panicked.

"Woah woah! Hey! easy there cowboy! Put the knife down! We can talk this through!" Keef said as he slowly walked up to them.

Charlie was examining the piece of junk. He was trying to figure out how it worked. Cyborg Mick smacked him hard in the head and did Jagger moves.

"Wot is that?" Bill asked as big nose whore held the knife closer to his neck. He remained calm.

Keef explained since they no longer had the real Mick, they could use a artificial one. He programmed it to be exactly like Mick. He even gave him a dick since Mick LOVES to be screwing around with random ass hoes. Charlie cut him off by yelling at him that Bill is being held hostage.

"Oh.... right.... that....." Keef said with a nervous chuckle.

He slowly approached them but big nose whore kept walking away. Keef threw a punch only to get his arm sliced by the knife.

"Owie! Damn! I need this arm to play guitar!! Son of a bitch!" He yelled as he threw a rock at Charlie.

"You play guitar?" Big Nose Whore asked. Bill used the opportunity to run to Charlie and jumped in his arms. Just imagine that though lol. Keef looked at them both confused but he ignored them. Cyborg Mick went up to Keef and big nose whore.

"Greetings, I am Mick Jagger, yes this Monkey whore plays guitar." He said.

Big Nose Whore put his knife away and began to laugh his ass off.

"Well why didn't you say so!? Bitch I play guitar as well!" He said.

Bill and Charlie rolled their eyes. Just what they needed, another dumbass. The van was up and running again. The Rolling Stones were relieved to finally have a working vehicle. Keef and big nose whore became besties and offered to give him a ride. The only thing he wanted to ride was- okay don't be nasty. He accepted the offer and hopped in the van. He sat next to Bill who was already annoyed by his presence. Cyborg Mick kept smacking Charlie in the head.

"Jesus! Keith get your damn sex robot under control!" He yelled.

Keith scratched his head trying to figure out why Cyborg Mick did that. He figured that he set it to fightey mode instead of normal Mick mode. He turned the switch which got Keith's balls kicked. He screamed in pain and Big Nose Whore just laughed at him. Charlie seriously wondered how he even ended up being stuck with a bunch of idiots. Bill also wondered the same thing. They also later learned that Big Nose Whore's name is Ronnie because of course it was. They also learned that he bites people. They had to find that one out the hard way. Keith began to discuss how they're going to be touring with a broken robot and a missing rhythm guitarist. Ronnie got a splendid idea. He drank orange juice. So really he didn't have a splendid idea. I know how to grammar properly.

"Assholes I can be your rhythm guitarist." He suggested.

Charlie said no. He was not about to deal with another dumbass that was going to kill his bestie. He just wanted to go home. Cyborg Mick yelled at Charlie to shut up and he doesn't get to make the decisions around here. A tear ran down his face. Cyborg Mick accepted Ronnie to be a part of the band.

"Sweet! So where are we headed?" He said with a wide smile.

Cyborg Mick started doing weird beeping sounds. Keef programmed him to be their GPS which he didn't even know he could do. They got directions to a small motel near a small town in San Francisco. They didn't question it and drove there.

"Ooooh motels are quite fun, they have all sorts of things to do there." Ronnie explained.

"I hate motels." Bill replied as he lit a cigarette.

"Oh shut it you! You love going there to screw every single girl you lay eyes on!" Keef yelled.

"I have a wife." Charlie said.

"Why screw girls when we can screw each other!" Ronnie replied.

The whole van turned into an argument about fucking people. Cyborg Mick just kept driving without saying a single work to them. He was super horny though, just like the real Mick. Only thing is, this one actually has a dick, unlike the real Mick. They parked in front of the lobby. The van went silent. The Rolling Stones all slowly looked at each other. Who was going to go in there and ask for rooms?

"Alright....." Keef said in a low voice. "In the count of three...... One-"

They all touch their noses as they yelled "NOT IT" even though Keith wasn't even at three. That meant that he had to go in there and ask for rooms.

"Ugh! Son of a bitch! Why do I have to do everything!? Jesus you all don't work for shit! The only thing you all are able to do is be a bunch of whores!" Keith said as he stepped out of the van. Then there was another problem. Who was going to share rooms? Bill and Charlie looked at each other. Guess they're sharing rooms. Keith stood in front of the lobby as the secretary checked for any available rooms. Turns out there was one room with a king sized bed and one with two singles. Keith sighed deeply and paid without any further questions. He walked over to the van to tell them about the rooms. Ronnie claimed the room with two singles. Cyborg Mick also claimed that room. That left with Bill, Charlie and Keith with the room with a king sized bed. This was going to be an awkward night. Bill and Charlie told Keith to fuck off. They didn't want a monkey to be sleeping in the same bed as them. Cyborg Mick put his arm around Keith.

"Me and you can share beds...." He said seductively.

Keith actually didn't mind sleeping in the same bed with Mick. He's his buddy and he's known him since they were in nappies. So he agreed to doing so. Bill hates them both so much that he is planning on doing some murdering. The Rolling Stones went to their room. Cyborg Mick went a little overboard and took Keith to bed with him. Ronnie just stood there eating Doritos that he found in the bathroom. Just another normal day for him.

"Oooh! Make sure to not scratch him up a bit with all of those metal bolts in there....." Ronnie suggested.

Keith just glared at him but then he got a stupendous idea. He removed his clothes. Ronnie was completely lost and wondered why he just did that. Cyborg Mick got turned on by such view.

"Wow! The Rolling Stones really are a wild band! I'm so glad I am a part of it!" Ronnie yelled in excitement. He looked around the room. There were a bunch of used rubbers stuck on them. Beautiful decorating. Cyborg Mick stretched his arm out and pulled Ronnie into bed. They all laid on top of each other and got really funky. Bill and Charlie, who were in a room over, were sitting on the bed watching the telly. Strange noises were coming from the room that Keith was staying in. Bill shook his head in disappointment.

"We haven't even been here for 2 seconds and they're already screwing around? Jesus can there be a-" Bill said as Charlie cut him off with a smack. Bill is a big hoe so the things he is complaining about are extremely irrelevant so he cannot be talking and that is on period 💅. They heard a loud boom outside where the pool was. Charlie was certain that Keith, Mick and Ronnie were up to no good so he went out to check. He saw a telly on the first floor. Turns out Led Zeppelin were also staying in those motels and were the ones who threw the telly out their window. Charlie hated them. He went back inside of his room only to see a naked Bill laying in bed with a bunch of rose petals and candles around him. He was genuinely confused.

"Hey babe..... Why don't you come over here and have some fun eh?" Bill said in a low voice.

Charlie just wanted to go home because according to him, he is happier there then when he is with the stones. Haha I'm using his words against him. He sighed and just went with the flow because Yolo. They really got into it up until they heard screaming from the other room. Bill and Charlie looked at each other.

"Oh wow, they seem to be having a very splendid and wild time...." Bill said.

Charlie rolled his eyes and decided to just ignore them. Keith bursted into the room. He was covered in blood. Bill and Charlie just stared at him with a scared look.

"I-its not wot it looks like....." Bill said with an awkward chuckle.

Keith was breathing heavily and couldn't gather his words. He just began to babble and making hand gestures and so on and so forth.

"Jesus! Use your words bitch!" Charlie yelled.

Keith finally calmed down. "That fucking robot piece of junk just tried to kill me!" He yelled.

Charlie looked at him from head to toe. He was seriously done with The Rolling Stones. He didn't even want to know why he was naked and covered in blood. Ronnie came running in also naked and covered in blood. Charlie just sighed in disappointment. Why is he in a band full of dumbasses.

"Why are you both naked and covered in blood?" Bill asked as he lit a cigarette.

Turns out Cyborg Mick was set in fightey mode instead of sexy time mode and had tried to kill them both by using chainsaws and cheeseballs. He managed to injure Ronnie which caused a whole bunch of blood splattering meaning that he is slowly dying. Charlie had to act fast because clearly these idiots are not going to do so. They all put their clothes back on but Keith couldn't find his pants. Too bad he deserves it. The Rolling Stones jumped in the van that had been vandalized by Led Zeppelin.

"Ughh those fucking hippie bastards!" Charlie yelled as he set the van to drive. Keith held Ronnie's hand. He didn't want to lose him. He has only known him for 5 hours. Ronnie didn't seem to have a problem about the fact that he got attacked by a Mick robot. He just kept smiling and bullied Charlie for having a unibrow.

#the rolling stones #mick jagger #keith richards #charlie watts #ronnie wood #bill wyman #cursed #cursed post #cursed content #crack fanfic #rolling stones fanfic #fanfic #rolling stones

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 185

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Having Hunk pick him up, Keith knew things could go terribly wrong. He didn’t like loud noises or crowds at the best of times, and now he was going shopping with guaranteed exposure to both. Leaving Lance a note, he told himself he was being stupid for worrying. This wasn’t his first trip into Garrison, but it was his first trip into Garrison since his accident.

Hunk was happy to help. He didn’t question Keith wearing glasses, or why the headphones covering his ears weren’t playing music. Trying to make him feel at easy, his friend chatted about how things had been at garage, with the parts they’d been waiting on finally coming in. Hunk’s dad had been pretty worried about him, Keith didn’t know he’d made so much of an impression.

Garrison seemed so different now. Maybe because it was blurry, but it also carried a different feel about it. The drive seemed shorter too, less bumpy, though Lance needed to get in touch with the shire about fixing the dip in his driveway. Hunk hitting it a little too hard and making them both lurch. Parking in front of the general store, Keith’s anxiety skyrocketed at the task ahead of him.

“Uh, Keith. Are you okay? If it’s too much, I don’t mind going in”

Glancing to his hands, his nails were a little longer than they should be. Hunk had every right to be concerned

“I’m kind of... freaking out now where here”

Honesty seemed to be the theme of the day

“Man, we can totally take it as slowly as you need”

Was he doing the right thing? Coming here without Lance, he hoped to surprise him in a good way

“I know... Hunk, can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing, man. You can ask me anything”

“Is Lance going to be mad?”

Hunk hummed

“Not the way you think. I think he’ll be shocked he wasn’t here, but I don’t think he’ll be mad. Unless you do something super bad”

Like wolfed out in the middle of the store? He hated the paranoia that he would

“I... um... had a talk with Coran. About this ego thing. He said it’d help to do nice things with Lance... and... um... I guess I’m worried about that. I don’t know how to tell him that I want to do this for him, and that it’ll help my ego, without upsetting him”

“Dude, you’ve always been doing nice things for Lance”

“But I feel like this is using him to calm myself down”

“That’s one way to look at it. The other way to look at is that you both deserve something nice. You guys don’t exactly have a normal life. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but you know...”

His ego was pleased to hear that he and Lance deserved niceness. Keith still felt guilty

“I don’t want him to think I’m using him”

“Maybe you could tell him? He’d understand”

Lance kept being so understanding that it had to weigh so heavily on his shoulders. The vampire his carer, his stability, and growing their twins. The burden seemed more than unfair

“He’s been too understanding as it is. I just... don’t like feeling like there’s two mes in here. I don’t like the idea of doing something that I know he’ll love, but doing it because it also benefits me”

Hunk patted Keith’s knee

“Bud, you really should tell him. But for now, if you’re going to wolf out, can you please aim for Miss Lee in the bakery department? She’s committed crimes against humanity with her croissants. You could use them for a hammer”

“Sounds about as good as what I’d make...”

“I’ll give you a crash course this afternoon, Bud. It’ll all be okay”

The feeling of this being a horrible mistake grew with Keith’s first breath in the store. He should have worn a mask. Everything was... smelly. The lights seemed way too bright, and his stomach rumbled at the scent of meat department. Not that they really had departments, they just had staff that hovered in certain areas. Retail could only suck as a job. People sucked. His opinion there hadn’t changed much when it came to strangers. Grabbing a trolley, Hunk came to his side

“You okay? We totally don’t have to do this if you aren’t up to it”

Overwhelmed, Keith growled

“What kind of a mate would I be if I can’t provide for my partner?”

Hunk ignoring his growl, staying by his side

“Alright then, we’re going to ignore what happened. Do you have a list?”

Lists were for normal people, they were winging it from here on out

“Not really. I want to get things Lance likes”

Hunk cuffed a hand on his shoulder, gesturing ahead to the rows in front of them as if it was some kind of wonderland

“That I can help you. Just let your best buddy guide you”

Hunk guiding him was an experience. Keith had a hard time keeping his control. The local rumour mill was in overdrive. Lots of busybodies whispering about how since he’d come to town Lance had been seen less and less. Whispers of concern about what kind of person he was hurt. A few had some very unkind things to say about the kind of relationship he was in with Lance. Keith ready to blow a fuse. They knew nothing about him or Lance. Not the true versions of themselves or their relationship. Lance would doing everything he used to be doing if he hadn’t gotten his boyfriend pregnant. He knew his boyfriend missed breakfasts at Sal’s, and normality of running his household as he had. They had no right to be spreading baseless rumours. Unexpectedly, Shiro came to mind. “Patience yields focus”. If he was patient for a little while longer he could focus once they got home.

Shopping the way Lance had driven into him and Shiro, Keith shopped in bulk. Gradually a plan came to mind, but he was going to seriously need Hunk’s help to pull it off. The first meal he’d mostly cooked alone for the both of them was pizza. He’d made a mess of things, yet Lance still complimented him in his own way

“Hunk, I’ve... um... got an idea”

Hunk placed back the bag of onions he’d been staring at

“Shoot away”

“Can you show me how to make pizza from scratch?”

“Pizza? I thought you wanted to spoil Lance?”

Hunk made it sound awful, yet Lance loved cheesy things... He have to save that and use that... cheesy pizza for a cheesy vampire

“I... um... it was one of the first things we made together”

Had this been a cartoon, Hunk would have had love hearts in his eyes

“Oh, bro! I’ve totally got you. We’ll make him the best pizza ever!”

Hunk loved love as much as Lance. He knew he could count on him, but Keith wasn’t sure his own efforts would be up to scratch

“I’m not sure that’s possible”

Hunk snorted at him, picking up another bag of onions to start scrutinising

“Pfft. You’re getting the Hunk crash course. Nothing will go wrong”

As Keith watched the way Hunk stared at the onions, he realised he hadn’t asked the man a very important question

“Hunk, are you okay?”

The bag of onions went back, Hunk picking up another one. Keith wasn’t seeing whatever Hunk was seeing, but he didn’t know the signs or symptoms of a bad onion like Hunk did

“Hmm?”

“I don’t seem to remember a lot of that day... but... I haven’t asked you how you’re going. With... all of this. It’s a lot for anyone”

“You and Lance...”

Keith shook his head. This wasn’t about him and Lance. Hunk and Pidge were humans... he’d been human, but he had a whole other set of skills and years of experience

“That’s not what I’m asking. I know you came to visit me... you and Pidge. I’m sorry I didn’t wake up”

Hunk shifted his weight, free hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck

“Dude, you were in a coma... you have an excuse”

That wasn’t it. He’d failed this hard. A blush in his cheeks as his ego grew annoyed at him

“It’s because of you and Pidge that Shiro escaped and Lance got help. You guys really helped. I know it’s not the same as a fighting a demon, but, um... What I’m trying to say is, it’s okay to not be okay. If you feel like you were useless, you weren’t. Watching on the sidelines is hard. We really would have been screwed without you guys”

Placing the bag of onions in the shopping trolley, Hunk let out a long sigh

“It was rough buddy. Lance tried really har to be okay when we came to visit. But he wasn’t. Then Shiro and Lance weren’t talking. We didn’t want to pick sides, and Lance told us not to, but he was crushed. We felt useless. The two of you were prepared to face a demon. We couldn’t do anything like that”

He’d known it. Being unable to act fucking sucked, but he and Lance couldn’t techno-babble like Hunk and Pidge could. They’d have only hindered things

“You don’t have to. And I don’t want you to. You’re important to me. Both you guys”

“None of got it. You were like... fine. Then next thing you’re in surgery and won’t wake up. We thought we’d lose you forever, Bud”

“Do you hate what I’ve become?”

Hunk shook his head, his eyes watery. Hunk really was sunshine in their lives

“No. No, you’re still you. A bit different but a lot the same. Shiro was really torn up. His arm was a mess, Curtis was in and out of it, but he lost it at the thought of you not waking. He blamed himself. He didn’t exactly help things either. I got it out of Allura, but she says that he said he’d take care of Lance. Like in your place if you didn’t wake up. Not boyfriend’s, but you know, like financially. Lance was pissed”

“If there’s one thing Lance hates, it’s being treated like a damsel in distress”

“We were really worried for him. We didn’t know he didn’t know about your condition and they kicked us out because we upset him”

“He cares too much”

Hunk huffed at him

“Dude, we all care too much. We’re family. You’re our family. And like... we didn’t know what to do if you didn’t wake up. He lost Mami... and I know it’s selfish but I prayed you’d wake up so we wouldn’t lose him too”

Lance would be broken if anything happened to any of them

“It’s not selfish. I would have been wishing for the same thing. He loves you guys. I didn’t get it. How he could love and trust. But he just has a way about him. The people he likes, he really likes. He was probably a nightmare to deal with”

“Man, you have no idea. Pidge upset him by saying she was on his side. We couldn’t even... We let him down”

“Hunk, I’m sure that’s not true”

“He came out to tell us you’d woken up... and he... we were so upset that we didn’t move to comfort him. Allura did what we couldn’t”

You never knew how you were going to react to grief or bad news. Hunk and Pidge weren’t used to it. They hadn’t seen what he had, and Allura had

“She is like a sister to him. Thank you for being there for him”

Never shy of a hug, Hunk wrapped his arms around him, lifting Keith off the ground then setting him back down

“Sorry, man! Was that too much?”

A little. Definitely when people were already talking about him...

“Nah. You sure you got the right bag of onions?”

Hunk took a moment, before looking to the bag

“Oh, yeah. Gotta be careful not to get the ones with a rotten onion”

“How can you tell?”

“If they’re brown, or grey, and squashy, they don’t want to come home with you”

But the onions had skin and the skin was brown?

“Onions are brown?”

“My man, for the sake of our friendship, I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that”

Keith wrinkled his nose at the bag

“It’s not my fault I don’t know the difference. They smell...”

Hunk didn’t miss a beat

“Yep. They smell delicious with a little bit of olive oil and garlic in a pan”

With three wolves to consider, the shopping trolley ended up overfilled. Matt and Rieva getting minimal treats due to the ongoing saga of the rice. Hunk had helped him find the “self care” part of the isle, Keith grabbing two of each face mask, which sounded more impressive if you didn’t take into account the fact there was only three types to choose from. Hunk also pointed out Lance’s preferred wax for doing his eyebrows, and the hand cream Lance found worked best. With the amount of mating his body wanted to do, Keith stocked up on lube and condoms, then wet wipes for afterwards. After all, Lance didn’t like being crusty. The large half-Samoan a godsend, especially when Keith got caught staring at the meat blood in the bottom of a tray of mince. The blood would probably be worse for Lance than the bags he drank.

Keith hadn’t realised he probably looked weird examining the tray. Yet it wasn’t simply the blood issue that had him staring. He wanted to bury his face in the mince and eat raw, which totally grossed him out. Hunk pulling the tray away from him, giving him such a concerned look that Keith couldn’t not tell him that Coran wanted Lance drinking fresh blood. A little grossed out, but with a truck load of courage, Hunk volunteered his own blood. Lance had drunk his blood before. It’d solve more than one issue... His ego instantly hated the idea. If Lance was to feed off of everyone, it should be him. He was his mate. So turning Hunk down felt both right and wrong at the same time. He hated these conflicted feelings.

Things were going well until they finally reached the queue for the checkout. Having a stranger bump into him, his fingernails turned to claws as he barely kept from body slamming the person down. Realising how close he’d come, Keith was filled with horror. A scratch or a bite and he’d have turned them. Too much rage and he would have mauled them. Who would have stopped him? Hunk? Hunk would be the first casualty after the altercation. His loving ways would have made him blind... or maybe he would have tried to save the victim’s life as Keith tore both of them to shreds... He’d tried so hard to keep his temper. He’d chewed up the inside of his mouth to keep his rage from escaping. The humming of the fluorescent lights above left an unscratchable itch beneath his skin. Fumbling his phone and his wallet out his hoodie, he shoved them both into Hunk’s hands, fleeing before his friend could question if he was okay or not.

Carried by momentum, and the need to be somewhere so many people weren’t, Keith nearly managed to get himself hit as he stepped off the pavement in front of a car that was parking. Darting past them, he didn’t want to be in town in more. He wanted Lance. Too scared of himself to care about the consequences of leaving Hunk behind. He’d been stupid to come to town. To think he would blend in. To think that he had some semblance of control over his ego. Before he knew it, he’d cut through the park in the centre of town, his rushing turning to running. Everyone left him. No one would want to stay with him. Not when he couldn’t control himself.

Lance had spent the better half an hour driving around Garrison in the search for his boyfriend, before he finally found Keith. He’d woken when he’d heard Hunk pull up, the slamming of the passenger door startling out of his sleep. Listening to Keith and Hunk making plans to go shopping, Lance worried for Keith, yet knew if Keith wanted to go he shouldn’t stick his nose in.

Wracking his brains, Lance didn’t know the route Keith too when he’d gone with Matt and Rieva. If Keith was avoiding people, then he wouldn’t be headed to Platt. If anything had gotten too much, he’d want to go where no one went, yet somewhere he knew enough to get home from. Looping through Garrison, Lance hit up all the places they’d visited in their past, each crossed off the list as he cursed himself for his stupidity. People. No people. Hunk had been panicked when he’d called, apologising over and over, Lance sending him to the house to wait with the promise Hunk would call if Keith showed up. Then he remembered. The cemetery. No one was there. And if Keith was feeling down, it was logical, to him at least, he’d go somewhere they’d made good memories to overthink things.

Parking at the front of the cemetery, Keith was sitting sadly on the closest bench. Having to slide out his bronco as he tried to suck his stomach in, it really wasn’t made for a heavily pregnant man to be driving around

“Keith?”

Snapping his head up, tears were running down Keith’s face. In his hands were the pair of glasses Lance had lent him, smashed beyond repair. Going to stand, Keith slumped back down as he let out a sob. Lance’s heart breaking at the sight. He should have just gotten up and stuck his nose in.

Waddling to his boyfriend, Keith looked away, Lance sitting down next to him. No matter how much his little anger loaf was angsting, he wasn’t about to leave Keith to his misery. His boyfriend had terrified him by taking off. He’d been scared to begin with, when Keith hadn’t taken off. He was good at that... but then, so was Lance

“Hey, you”

“What do you want?”

“Me? Oh, just thought I’d come hang out with the other stiffs when I saw this super handsome guy sitting here”

Keith snorted wetly at him. His whole body curling in. Whatever Keith was thinking, he’d well and truly overthought it

“Babe, want to tell me what happened?”

“Why? You already know”

Biting down a sigh, Lance wrapped his arm around Keith, pulling him against him

“Ego or overstimulation?”

Bitterly Keith muttered

“I’m a fucking monster”

“It was your first shopping trip”

“It’s not that! It’s everything! You don’t get it!”

Hurling the broken pair of glasses away, they hit the side of the Bronco. A pretty good throw as far as Lance was concerned

“Then tell me. Hunk said a stranger bumped into you and you freaked out. I’ve spent the last half hour trying to find you”

“You should have left me lost. I’m such a fuck up that it’s not even funny”

This time Lance did sigh

“You are not a fuck up. I know you’re angry right now, but I’m here because I want to be. Tell me what happened?”

Keith huffed as he shoved him off. Getting to his feet, his boyfriend threw his hands up

“What didn’t fucking happen?! I fucked you! I didn’t want to stop fucking you! Coran said that my ego wants to please you! I’m supposed to do nice things for you! I don’t know how to do nice things! Everything feels like I’m fucking using you! I tried to go shopping with Hunk and everyone was rude as fuck! Some fucking arsehole bumped into me and I wanted to tear his fucking throat out! Why don’t you leave me already?! Everyone one else does! What makes you so fucking special?!”

All of it came out as yelled word vomit, Keith trying to get every thought out at once so they were all halted when it came to explanation. How did he untangle this? Keith was mad they had sex? Okay. He could work this out. Keith was feeling what he felt whenever his damn heat hit, or symptoms decided to creep up like the unwanted bastards they were. Keith didn’t like his ego... He knew that. As for people in his personal space, he wasn’t immune to it

“Keith, come sit down”

“Why should I? I wanted to hurt that guy and I don’t even know them!”

Lance looked at “Keith’s Scary Face”. Fangs, yellowing eyes... still handsome and the man he loved. He’d definitely drawn the short straw when it came to scary faces

“You don’t think I haven’t the same? That I welcome people in my space? Someone gets close to you and I want to hurt them. Someone bumps into me and my ego instantly sees them a threat. The fact you didn’t turn, that’s a good sign. It was your first time and you’re not going to get everything perfect on the first try”

“What if I’d lost it? What if hurt Hunk?! You don’t...”

Not this shit again. No. Nope. Noooo. He’d had enough of hearing it. Keith was freaking the fuck out... like he’d never seen Lance freak the fuck out over the same kind of things... His anger loaf needed to be smacked

“I couldn’t possibly get it, could I? I’m well aware. You’ve been repeatedly telling me. The fact you haven’t run off must mean you’re willing to talk, at least with me. Hunk’s at home. You’re making more sense than you think you are, and there’s no one else going to come find us here. Now sit down and start from the start”

Keith scowled at him before sighing heavily and throwing himself back down next to Lance. Taking Keith’s hand in his, he interlaced their fingers so Keith couldn’t go escaping again, his boyfriend shaking his head as he looked to his feet

“I think I’m going crazy”

“Tell me what happened?”

“You. You happened. I felt like I used you yesterday and last night because I was horny and couldn’t calm down. When I rang Coran, he wasn’t much help. He said it’s my ego and it’s probably trying to make it up to you for not spending the moon with you. I know I like doing nice things for you, but he said if I did it’d also help with my ego and I felt like I was using you all over again. I don’t want to do nice things because my ego tells me to. I want to do nice things because I love you”

Lance’s ego damn near swooned. Keith was so sincere in his worry

“Is that why you went to town with Hunk?”

“Coran mentioned that grooming was a thing we could do and I have no idea how to make a face mask or what to do. So I thought I’d get a few things and do some shopping, but it was horrible. Everyone kept whispering about us. The lights were too bright... and there were so many smells”

“Oh, babe. Hey, you can’t help being overwhelmed”

“But... I... I really wanted to do this. And do this right. Hunk helped me out picking things out. Then when that guy bumped into me...”

Lance pulled Keith firmly against him as his boyfriend shook with a fresh wave of tears

“You got scared because of the sudden burst of anger...”

“I don’t know what I was thinking... I’m a monster. I wanted to...”

“Babe. No. Hey. You are not a monster. That was your ego. You couldn’t help it. You should be proud you tried. It took Mami months to coax me into coming places with her. It’s not easy. You see too much. You hear too much. Things smell way too much”

“But you...”

Kissing Keith’s hair, he couldn’t fix this for is boyfriend. He wished like heck he could

“I’ve been a vampire for a very long time. Scents, people, lights, they all still get to me. Especially being pregnant. The paranoia of people staring. People judging. It sucks. It really really sucks. But you know what, they don’t know me. They aren’t my friends so I’m not going to worry about them”

“I hate this. I don’t want to pick fights...”

“I know. Small towns are horrendous when it comes to rumours. And I know you hate what they say as much as I do, but we can work on things to help you get used to everything again”

“We shouldn’t have to. If I’d never had this brain bleed... you wouldn’t have to babysit me”

“Is it still babysitting the person when you love them? Babe, how many times have you told me it’s okay when my heats play up? How many times have we had sex where I’m sorry for forcing my messed up body on you? Every single time you tell me it’s okay. It’s okay that you’re feeling them too. It’s okay to want me. I don’t hate you and I don’t feel used because this is something we’re working through together. Think about all the inappropriate times and places it’s happened. You stood up for me and defended me. You protected me when I couldn’t look after myself. You pushed yourself out of your comfort zone to be with me. Both our egos have issues. You’re not using me. I want to do nice things with you. I want to do things that make you and your ego feel good too. I know you love me and respect me”

Keith raised his head

“You’ve been so tired lately. I felt like I pushed you too much”

If anything Lance was sleeping more because of his pregnancy, not stressing over Keith because he’d been doing that for months now

“I’m tired because I have to get up and pee like 10 times a night. These two seem to think my bladder is their personal trampoline”

“Coran says you need fresh blood... I don’t know if I can give you my blood or if it’s going to hurt the twins”

With how much blood had passed between them, and the biting and the scratching, if anything bad was going to happen to the twins it probably would have happened all ready

“We’ll work something out. You’re taking so much on. Trying to be perfect with everything the first time around. Life doesn’t work like that. I know you’ve been comparing yourself to Matt. Thinking you must be weak because he’s calm, but think about when we first met? Think about how we had to fight to settle both our egos. I’ve been thinking about this just now and I think I’ve worked something out. Coran said to do things to help your ego settle. Matt and Rieva do things too. Rieva takes pride in her appearance and she loves her books. Matt is a tech genius and a tinkerer. That’s probably what they do to soothe theirs. They play on your strengths”

Keith’s head dropped

“What if I don’t have any strengths?”

“You do. You’re kind. You help people. You save lives. But I know you’re not working right now, so maybe you can concentrate on the strength of our feelings for each other? On our family? Vampires don’t take mates, but I already knew I wanted to be with you forever before this. Plus... it’s... kind of nice that you want me, even when I look like this. You make me feel so loved. I just wish you’d see that it’s a two way street. I adore you. You’ve seen me lose it to my ego when you’ve been hurt or threatened. Egos aren’t tameable over night. I know you don’t like taking it slow, but I’ll be right beside you”

“What if I can never go shopping again?”

“You didn’t love it that much in the first place, babe. Never is a strong word. Next time I’ll be with you”

“You can’t always be with me”

“No. But baby steps, babe. I love you. I’m proud to be your boyfriend. That hasn’t changed. This set back, doesn’t change anything. You told me time and time again that I’m not a monster. If you really were a monster, you wouldn’t feel as bad as you do”

Keith chuckled at him

“Have I ever told you how annoying it is that your right most of the time?”

Lance kissed Keith’s hair again. His anger loaf was so sweet

“Yep. You really worry too much. Yes, I’m exhausted, but I’m nervous and terrified too. Every day is a day closer to giving to birth. I’m so scared about being a bad dad, but I know I have the best partner in the world to help me through it. We’ve got time. Let’s not rush it”

“I scared Hunk”

“Maybe, but when we explain and talk things out, he’ll understand. He’s not going to stop being your friend because you’re going through a rough time”

“I got freaked thinking I’d hurt him”

Lance remembered that feeling. He’d never consciously physically harm their friends, yet he could remember every single time he’d scared them

“Tell him that. You helped me be more honest with him and Pidge. You refused to let me give up hope that we’d be friends again after Pidge found out my true nature. You’re my rock. I would love to do things with you. And I love the things we do. I don’t think you know, but I love snuggling into you when we’re watching a movie. We don’t have to be talking. Just having you alive and beside me, it makes me really stupidly happy. You make me happy”

Keith finally moved to hug him properly, raising his head his boyfriend pressed a kiss to his lips. Lance would happily take every single kiss from Keith until they were old and wrinkled... if he got old and wrinkled...

“You make me happy too. I’m sorry about the accident...”

“It was freak thing”

“I feel like I should known the lingering headache wasn’t a good thing”

“You didn’t know. I’ve replayed that over and over in my head. How one incident could nearly take you away. All I can come up with is that you’re not as thick headed as you like people to think”

“At least it’s... um... confirmed I have a brain”

“You have a very nice brain. And a very nice rest of you”

Tentatively, Keith joked back

“You’re not too bad for a corpse”

“And you’re not too bad for a dog”

Keith huffed, ego ruffled

“I’m a wolf”

The more Keith said, the more comfortable he’d be. Lance prepared to start googling good werewolf jokes for the future, but for now he was happy Keith was smiling

“And a very charming one at that. You’re quite beautiful as a wolf in a scary kind of way”

“What do I look like?”

“You’re big and black... and clumsy. You’re a bit like Kosmo, your paws are massive, but you’re still very soft”

“Coran said I came to find when I’d turned”

“You did. You sat outside and cried and cried. You were so clumsy that I thought you were hurt”

“I couldn’t have been that bed”

“Think of Kosmo when he had his thermometer up his butt. He was all stiff legged and looked like he’d never recover”

Keith groaned

“I can’t even be a manly werewolf”

“Nope. Still, you got there. I’ll have to take a photo next time... maybe I can try grooming you too?”

Keith rolled his eyes

“I’m not a dog, babe”

“Excuse you. I’ll have you know I’m an excellent groomer. We can put a bow in your hair... I wonder if they make onesies for wolves...”

Keith frowned with a pout. Lance stealing a kiss. If the Blades didn’t want their agents teased they should have thought about that before assigning them all onesies to wear. The realisation hit him, a giggle escaping. Arching an eyebrow at him, Keith didn’t seem amused

“What?”

“Kolivan. Babe, all these years... Kolivan has been running around in a onesie!”

Personally Lance found it hilarious. Stoic, somewhat scary, straight-laced Kolivan... in a onesie. Covering his mouth, Lance’s giggle turned to laughter. Keith tried to resist the urge, but obviously now the thought was in his head and he couldn’t get it out

“That’s terrible! Babe... noooo”

“It’s still true! Oh my god... I wonder if they know?”

“It’s not a onesie, it’s a suit”

Kolivan in a onesie that looked like a suit... Lance shook with laughter... shit, now he needed to pee. Fanning his face, he tried to suck down a breath

“Time out! Time out... oh god... I have to pee”

“You did it to yourself”

“I know. Okay, I’m sorry, but unless you want me to pee right here, we’re going home”

“You could pee on the side of the road?”

“And I could pee on your foot. You can drive. My car hates me”

“What did it do?”

“It’s too much like effort to get behind the steering wheel... I don’t need something else trying to make me pee”

“So I shouldn’t tell you I wanted to make pizza for dinner? A cheesy pizza for a cheesy vampire”

That was sweet rather than funny. Keith was very sweet to him.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose #pregnant lance #mpreg #werewolf keith #vampire lance #klance #laith

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Kacxa Week 2020 Day 4 - Retro Kacxa

Nightmares

SUMMARY: Ten-year-old Acxa and nine-year old Keith both suffer recurring nightmares in their respective orphanages…about each other.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26874736

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Acxa/Keith (Voltron) Characters: Acxa (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron) Additional Tags: Kacxa Week 2020, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

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Acxa

The nightmare is back, for the third night in a row.

Acxa has somehow managed to fly her ship into the belly of a gigantic space beast. How she got there, and how long she has been there, she has no clue.

Her right arm and right leg are injured, and she is bleeding from a cut on her forehead. Outside, strange amoeba-like creatures attack her ship, slowly dissolving it. Vine-like fibers are wrapped around the vessel, slowly crushing it.

A chill runs down her spine. She sees no way out. Is this how she is supposed to die? Alone inside the belly of a beast?

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She awakens in a cold sweat, sitting up in bed, thrashing about and looking around frantically to get her bearings.

“Hey…Acxa…it’s me. Did you have that nightmare again?”

Hearing a familiar voice, ten-year-old Acxa Combari begins to settle down. She is in the sleeping quarters of the orphanage on Corillia, where she has been since the death of her mother. The comforting voice belongs to her best friend, Ezor Corderian

“Breathe slowly. You’re turning purple. Trust me girl, purple is not your color. Here…drink this.”

The warm milk has the desired effect, and she begins to calm down.

Awakened by Acxa’s thrashing and Ezor’s efforts to calm her down, one of the orphans closest to the pair begins to complain about the noise. Ezor, cranky herself from being awakened from a sound sleep, nevertheless sticks up for her best friend.

“Keep it up hotshot and I’ll give you something to really complain about. Now be quiet and go back to sleep.”

Ezor turns back to her friend, rubbing her back to calm her down. “You want to tell me about it?

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Keith

Keith finds himself alone in a strange environment, being attacked by amoeba-like creatures. Nearby, a lake of what appears to be acid sits just below the escarpment on which he stands. Realizing the creatures are trying to kill him, he does the only thing he can think of – he dives headfirst into the acid.

Protected for the moment by his suit, Keith manages to work his way down what appears to be a tunnel.

Breaking through the barrier at the end of the tunnel, he finds himself dropping into an abyss. His fall is broken when he lands on a solid object covered in what appear to be vines.

Gathering his wits, he studies his landing perch carefully and realizes he is standing on the nose of what appears to be a fighter. Gazing into the cockpit, he sees movement and realizes someone is in there. Someone very much alive.

On the left shoulder of their uniform they bear an insignia he has never seen before.

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Nine-year-old Keith Kogane sits up with a start. Sweating profusely, he looks around and realizes he is in the orphanage just outside Platte City.

That nightmare again. The one that keeps repeating itself. For four nights in a row now.

What does it all mean?

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Acxa

After a night of peaceful sleep, mostly due to exhaustion, the dream comes back with a vengeance the following night.

This time there is a twist.

Stuck in her crashed fighter, she hears a thud coming from the front of her craft, as if someone…or something…just landed on the front it. Outside she hears and feels moment as whatever is on the nose of her fighter approaches the cockpit.

Looking up, she sees a stranger staring back at her. He is of a race she has never seen before. Wearing white armor with red and black trim, she can tell he is tall, and of a muscular build. Through the cockpit glass of her fighter and the face shield of his helmet, she gets a good look at his face

His eyes are a deep indigo, and his hair is black. A big lock of his hair hangs down in front of his face. This stranger is handsome, in a roguish sort of way.

He says something to her, but she is not able to make it out. Without warning, he shatters the cockpit glass and reaches a hand in to help her out. As she takes his hand, she awakens from her dream

This time she does not cry out. She does not hyperventilate. This time, she is remarkably calm

She settles down to sleep, and the dream never returns.

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Ten Decaphoebs Later

Squeezing his way through the mucous plug at the end of the passageway, Keith finds himself in what he believes is the second stomach of the Weblum. Using his jetpack to break his fall, he notices a strange shape over to his right.

“No way!”

He jetpacks over and lands with a thud on the nose of what turns out to be a fighter. He cannot make out who it belongs to because of the stomach fibers covering it. Gazing inside the cockpit he spots the pilot…and realizes to his great surprise that they are still alive.

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Acxa cannot believe her eyes. Standing on the nose cone of her fighter is a male of a race she has never seen before. She thinks about lifting the shield covering her face so that she can communicate with him but thinks better of it. Best to be safe and figure out who he is first. For the moment she will remain anonymous and silent.

Through the cockpit glass of her fighter she clearly hears a firm masculine voice calling out to her. “Don’t move. I’m here to help.”

From a device she has never seen before appears a Galra broadsword. She exhales in disappointment. If he thinks he is going to cut through diamond-hard cockpit glass with that…

With a mighty effort, the stranger slices open the cockpit glass as if it were paper. She sits there in shock at how effortlessly he destroyed the diamond-hard canopy. She snaps out of her daze when he silently extends a hand to help her out of the cockpit.

She has no idea who he is, but it is a hand she is more than willing to take.

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Sometime later, after a brief misunderstanding that involved her running over him and taking her weapon back, Acxa and the stranger find themselves in the third stomach of the Weblum. Despite acknowledging that he is an enemy combatant fighting against the Galra, he nevertheless protected Acxa when they were attacked by stomach creatures. Realizing he is someone who shares her belief that all life is precious, she gladly returned the favor and protected him when the opportunity called for it.

Acxa now stands just in front of him and looks around. The third stomach was her objective, but she sees no evidence of the scaultrite she is there to collect.

While wondering what she is to do, they are joined by a third person. They are obviously a companion of her rescuer, but unlike her roguish companion the newcomer’s uniform is accented in yellow and black.

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“Keith! Keith! You made it! We both made it!” Seeing the Galra pilot standing in front of them, Hunk turns to him with a quizzical look. “Who is this?”

“I don’t know. Someone I found. He doesn’t talk much. Also, he’s Galra.”

“What, do you guys all know each other?” Hunk whispers to Keith so as not to be overheard. “Do you really think we should be rescuing a Galra soldier right now?”

“We’re Paladins of Voltron. We can’t just leave people to die, even if they are Galra. Now come on. Let’s get what we came for and get out.”

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Hearing the name of her mysterious rescuer, Acxa freezes in place as her eyes fly wide open. She flashes back to the nightmares she had in the orphanage ten years earlier.

That name. Those eyes. That hair!

She closes her eyes and thinks to herself, “It…it can’t be him.”

She slowly looks over her left shoulder, pretending to be looking about the stomach, but really turning to get a good look at her rescuer. A wry smile crosses her face as she continues the mental dialog with herself.

“So, you’re Keith. The Red Paladin of Voltron. Hmm…you’re cuter than the Galra Information Ministry makes you out to be. And it seems you are here for the same thing I am.”

Acxa faces forward and, pushing all other thoughts out of her mind, focuses on the mission at hand.

She needs to find some Scaultrite, or Lotor will not be happy.

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Leaving the Weblum behind, Acxa makes for the rendezvous point where she is picked up by a Galra cruiser.

“Are you ok, General?”

“I’m fine. Get word to Prince Lotor that the mission was a success.”

“Vrepit Sa!”

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The scaultrite loaded on board the Yellow Lion, Keith makes his way to the cockpit.

“So…where’s your buddy?”

Keith crosses his arms and looks down at the floor as he leans against the wall of the cockpit. “Long gone by now. He drew his pistol on me and stole a bag of scaultrite.”

Hunk decides it is time he clues his friend in on something that he is obviously missing.

“Keith, buddy, I hate to break it to you. But that Galra who was with us…is a she, not a he.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Well, I think I means that you’re blind if you can’t tell the difference between a man and a woman.”

Keith sighs and looks up at the ceiling of the cockpit in frustration. “That’s just…great. So, I’m blind and stupid.”

“No, not stupid. Blind maybe. I mean, have you ever been on a date with a woman? Maybe that’s why you can’t tell the diff…”

Keith gives Hunk what can best be described as a death glare.

“Ok, I’ll take that as a no. Moving on…”

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Acxa looks out into space and sees a faint contrail moving away from the Weblum. She knows it is one of the Voltron Lions, carrying Keith back to his home base.

She sits there, wracked by a pang of guilt she never expected to feel. She built trust with him. They protected each other and had each other’s back. And in the end, she figurative stabbed him in the back, drawing her pistol on him and stealing a large bag of the scaultrite.

That act of betrayal now haunts her.

She speaks softly as she watches the Yellow Lion fade into the darkness of space. “I don’t know anything about you, Red Paladin of Voltron. I don’t expect you to understand why I betrayed you. I hope you know I never intended to pull the trigger. Not after the way you protected me. I owe you that much.”

“Someday…maybe…I’ll have a chance to explain my actions and tell you I’m sorry. For now, be safe Keith.”

“Until we meet again.”

END NOTE: This story is set within the AU of The Galra Chronicles. It builds on a brief scene in Chapter 3 of the Marmoran Generals in which Acxa relates to Zethrid the dream her ten-year-old self had about meeting Keith.

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