#no one look at me im flustered thinking about having this with lance

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 23

welcome to the twenty-third fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.  

1. lucky i’m in love with my best friend by @nezueye

“I really wanna kiss you right now,” Lance murmurs, staring at Keith’s lips.  

“So kiss me."

Lance scrunches up his nose. “In front of all of our friends? I thought you were allergic to PDA.”  

Keith shrugs. “You’ve been sitting in my lap for the past 20 minutes and I’ve been basically groping you the entire time.” He punctuates this statement by bringing his hands back to Lance’s ass and squeezing just a little, as a treat. “Some more PDA is okay, I think.”

yes i know i recced one of nez’s fics last week and i’m here doing it again. they’re amazing okay. every single time the devotion settles heavily in my lungs im ALLOWED to be obsessed with them. this one gets to me especially bc its established relationship, which is my favourite dynamic always, and its as funny as it is sweet!! double blamy!! also the title is from possibly the most klance song ever, and if you would like to hear jeremy shada (lance’s VA) singing a cover of the song... you’re in luck

2. the meaning of donuts by @katranga

The next few days were filled with Lance informing everyone, multiple times, of their “new” friendship. “We’re friends now, did you hear? Keith and I are friends.” Over and over, big smile, loud voice. Looking between Keith and whoever he was telling like he expected a round of applause. Or confetti. Or a parade. What he usually got was somebody making a crack about bonding moments, which prompted a tight, put-upon sigh on Keith’s end. And Lance would look at him fondly, and Keith would have to bite his cheek to distract himself from how much he wanted Lance to lean over and kiss him. -- Keith realizes he may, potentially, possibly have some feelings for a certain blue paladin and he is Not Thrilled about it.

14k words of keith being exasperated by himself by being disgustingly in love with lance and lance being increasingly more in love but lowkey being oblivious about it??? hell fucking yeah!! lance is so bright in this fic bc thats how keith (begrudgingly lol) sees him and its so true and wonderful

3. perish the rest, this thought is yours by @moonguilt

“Lance? Lance can you hear—” Keith's voice crackled unintelligibly. “—big hit. Are you—” More crackling, and—silence.

Lance frantically pressed his comm button. “Keith? Keith, hey, uh, small problem maybe—”

The control panel flickered a few times, then sputtered out, and suddenly Red was falling—eerily slow at first, then faster than a bullet. Lance bit back a scream, smashing buttons and yanking at the controls desperately, but Red just kept falling, falling, falling, and all Lance could do was watch as she turned belly-up in the air, giving him a perfect, horrible view of Black taking several heavy shots directly to the cockpit.

This time he did scream. But it did no good, and Lance was forced to watch as Black—as Keith—careened toward the moon's surface, a faint trail of purple dusting his wake like the tail of a comet.

————–

Lance and Keith are sent on a mission to answer a distress signal from the desert moon of Xat-lor VII. They get more than they bargained for, both in enemy numbers and in feelings. They have to fight to survive long enough for the rest of their team to arrive, and in the meantime, Things Happen.

i will Never get tired of flirty keith. somehow in the first couple years of this fandom we forgot that keith is the one with game and lance is the one whos freqently getting flustered and tongue-tied, and god bless finn for reminding us. this fic has post s7 but only the good parts (and fuck s8), black paladin keith red paladin lance, bamf co leaders who are in love and also stupid, and (im mentioning it again bc Duh) flirty keith. loml.

4.  feel it in the space in between by angelbolt

“Coffee champagne, in my opinion, would be carbonated coffee with a shot of white wine. Does that sound like a good time to you?”

“It sounds like a great time.”

Adam leaned in, his nose wrinkling with a smile as he whispered, “Junkie.”

“You love it,” Takashi dismissed, kissing the wrinkles. “You think it’s endearing.”

Adam drummed his fingers over Takashi’s scalp, “I find too many of your flaws endearing, my love.”

“Even my dad jokes?” ✦ takashi and adam get engaged.

prekerb adashi does NOT get enough attention!!! at all!! i love them in love and happy with baby keith!!! this fic is sweet and sappy and gives both shiro and adam some much-needed dimension. shiro is a DOG and i love that for him. the big hero six scene made me cry. 

5. two bros, chillin’ in a space pool by angelbolt

Harrumphing, Lance paddled to the edge, heaving himself to sit on it, one foot extended to point at Keith, "Fine! Then if you believe yourself to be so much better than me—"

Keith seemed distracted, mouth slightly open, "I never said—"

"I challenge you to a duel! A swimming duel!"

He looked wholly unimpressed once again, "Wow, that's new." ✩ My take on why they were both shirtless.

i will never in my life get over angry pining. the idea of being down bad for someone and FURIOUS about it will never not be funny to me. this entire fic in general made me laugh out loud and in particular this fic used the word ‘ah-HOOGA’ unironically which is not only ballsy but also beyond my words to properly appreciate. lance is a menace. early s1 fics my love

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

#i am so excited to tag adashi in one of these for the first time!! #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #pre klance #s1 klance #shiro #takashi shirogane #adam #adashi #broganes #keith & shiro #established klance #keith has game #black paladin keith #red paladin lance #fic rec #fic rec friday

[ofieugogyshz]

playing rf4 and bc i don't know what dating is like in these games (i played rf1 and went with mist and i don't even think there WERE events back then) or basically played ANY game that has dating involved (i went totally aro/friendship route on my one playthru of arcade spirits and felt bad when the one character i was like "i wouldnt say no if he wanted to date" wound up asking me but then the game was like "lolno u picked aro route you STAY in the aro route"[this was forewarned])

i'm just. dying. hagahahahaga

#brain be like hahahaha some of these lines/events could easily be ur selfship and im just like STOOOOPPPPPP I KMOWWWWWW #Hiding my face into a pillow bc romantic intentions thrown at me in a genuine manner make me die #my husband knows this is my weakness and loves every moment of it #even the npc had a line like ''haha there's that cute red face i love'' and i was like SHUT UPPPPPP #i promise i have tsundere it just shows up when u got me blushing bc i love the attention but also STOP LAUGHING but also pls keep enjoying #this bc im enjoying this and enjoying u e joyjng this #jt's a v vicjous cycle #definitely not taking notes here for any future fic whenever i swivel back to selfship. nope. not a single note. nothing staying in here #tag talk #no one look at me im flustered thinking about having this with lance

[klance-fics]

Hi i hope you are doing fine!!

Can you rec me some fics in canon universe with pining? But with not more than 30k words?

hi!! im doing well thanks!!

Keith's Type

AmbitiousSkychild

“How would anyone notice what anyone else’s type is in the middle of all this?!” Matt demanded, laughing. “What’s Keith’s type?” Lance blurted out like an idiot. “It’s… obvious,” Pidge said. “He gets all flustered over shitty puns and most physical comedy. And have you seen the way he stares at Hunk when he’s going on about the mechanics of something? Like how the lions work? I’ve literally seen him blushing when Hunk goes into explanation mode.” “So, you think he has a crush on Hunk?” Lance squawked. “No. You bonehead,” Pidge laughed. “I’m saying any dad-joke-telling, klutzoid with good grades has probably got a pretty good shot at Keith.”

Or: It figures that after years of getting it hilariously wrong face-to-face, Lance finally gets good at talking to Keith through a screen, which is, like, one of his biggest accomplishments. Then, Pidge makes the comment that Keith has a type, while heavily implying that it's Matt. But, listen, with everything going on with Voltron, the coalition, the Blade of Marmora, and Coran, Lance isn't going to get distracted worrying about it. Ask anyone, he's always been great with measuring levels of importance....

the meaning of donuts

Katranga

The next few days were filled with Lance informing everyone, multiple times, of their “new” friendship. “We’re friends now, did you hear? Keith and I are friends.” Over and over, big smile, loud voice. Looking between Keith and whoever he was telling like he expected a round of applause. Or confetti. Or a parade. What he usually got was somebody making a crack about bonding moments, which prompted a tight, put-upon sigh on Keith’s end. And Lance would look at him fondly, and Keith would have to bite his cheek to distract himself from how much he wanted Lance to lean over and kiss him. -- Keith realizes he may, potentially, possibly have some feelings for a certain blue paladin and he is Not Thrilled about it.

I know nothing else, I know only this

laallomri

“I feel like I’m in a bad teen movie,” Keith says as they creep down the hallway of the base.

“Well, we are sneaking out,” Lance says, “and we’re lying about where you’re gonna be the next few hours. If we really wanted to be accurate I’d have thrown pebbles at your window and you’d have climbed down a tree.” He’s walking a little ahead of Keith, so he glances back at him, frowning. “If Kolivan’s in charge of the base, does this make him your dad in this scenario?”

“I think he’s too old for that,” Keith says. They round a corner, tiptoe down another hallway. “Maybe he’s the grandpa.”

In which Keith finds time in the midst of defending the universe to live out some of the tropes of a corny teenage romance.

#klance fic rec #mod dem #canon compliant #pining #pining keith #pining lance

[bokudaddie]

Could you do a hc for voltron or MHA of how they cuddle their S/o you can pick which show or you can do both I can’t stop you 👍🤷‍♀️🌺🌺

a/n: imma do some voltron characters AND some bnha characters bc i love them. also you guys will be able to tell which characters i stan the most as my hc’s go on lmao

im also not going to not do keith bc i did that so if you’re interested check it out :)

cuddling hc’s

Lance

this boy is touch starved an everyone knows it

he grew up in a big family, so he had to fight for attention sometimes (but not all the time since he’s the youngest o_o)

but he literally loves holding you and cuddling with you

will cuddle/hug onto you 90% of the time you’re with each other bc he just wants to show that he loves you

he would usually be the big spoon. but if he’s been having a bad day or is stressed, he’ll be the little spoon

he perfers to sleep face to face though, with you both clinging onto each other

you no longer have a space bubble with him (unless you feel uncomfy)

will talk to you about his day while you cuddle

also likes to whisper sweet things to you in spanish while you’re dozing off

i literally am so in love with this man it’s not even funny at this point

Hunk

is a lot like lance when it comes to always being around you

but gives you a bit more space

he 👏is 👏a 👏big 👏spoon👏

will rest his cheek on top of your head and play with your hair

will also talk about his day to you, and will ask you about your day and just talk about random stuff with you

falls asleep 99% of the time

and will sometimes bring snacks to eat in bed while you cuddle (please tell me im not the only one who eats snacks in bed)

he’s just so great

protect him at all costs

Pidge

doesn’t really cuddle that much bc she’s lowkey really awkward lmao

she tries!!! but sometimes she gets so caught up with her tech so she doesnt really have time to cuddle

and if you do, it’s to go to sleep

but she’s a little spoon (we all expected it)

and she will hold your hand while you cuddle and play with your fingers and stuff like 🥺

is she’s busy, you’ll probably just rest your head on her lap while she works on whatever she’s working on and will have one hand playing with your hair

shes always cold so she relies on your warmth lmao

and she doesn’t really talk while you cuddle, it’s kinda just comfortable silence.. and once and a while she will go on a tangent about her being sick of lance’s bullshit lmao

but she is a great cuddler 11/10

Midoriya

bby boi is so cuddly omg

will cling to your side 25/8

he really likes to bury his face in your neck and his floofy hair will tickle your face and neck and ahhhh

will talk all softly while you’re cuddling, and tell you about his day, and new moves that he’s learned for his quirk

will play with your hair a lot

honestly, i feel like he switches between big spoon and little spoon a lot, just whatever feels comfortable at that point

but he will always have his body pressed against yours

he’s so adorable i can’t-

he’s also really new to relationships so he doesn’t really know what he’s doing when he’s cuddling but he will probably look up how to

play! with! his! hair!

he will literally love it so much and will just melt into your touch instantly

and if you ever nuzzle your face in his neck or chest, he will blush so much and get so flustered bc ‘omg! this is so cute!’

always likes to have you close to him

Kaminari

if yall can’t tell, im attracted to dumbass pretty boys and awkward nerds

he loves cuddling with you!!!

except knowing him, he might try to make it spicy at times

but he’s a little spoon and you can fight me on this

just loves being held by you because it makes him feel less insecure and like you really love him

which like, no bby we love you 🥺

and he will crack a lot of jokes, and talk a lot

so much to the point where you have to shush him if you’re trying to take a nap/go to sleep

he will also try to be a little shit and start tickle fights with you

please just love him bc he loves you

Sero

another loml oop-

some people say that his elbows would be an issue with cuddling, but i really don’t think they would be that bad

like, i feel like they wouldn’t get in the way that much

but he is a big spoon. almost never a small spoon

like, he just perfers to have his arms around you and nuzzle his face in the back of your neck

also

HAMMOCK CUDDLES!!!1!1!!!

will literally spoon you, but in a way where you’re laying on top of him, since hammocks don’t have a lot of space

and after you fo it once, he will always want to do it

he just loves the feeling if being so close to you

like kaminari, he will also crack jokes, but not as much

he’s such a softie i-

will whisper sweet nothings into your ear while you both slowly drift off

cuddling with sero is literal heaven

buy me a coffee?

#bnha headcanons #voltron headcanons #lance x reader #lance mcclain x reader #hunk x reader #hunk garret x reader #pidge x reader #pidge holt x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #kaminari fluff #sero x reader #hanta sero x reader #sero hanta x reader

[irene-sadler]

Sir Reynard and the Red Knight

notes: 1. here's a (relatively) short n' interesting discussion of the history of the St. Bartholomew Day Fair in London, which was held roughly annually from sometime in the 12th century to sometime in the 19th century. I casually yanked some ideas (ull find this thing about rabbits casually mentioned with no explanation in the source) from events that took place at this specific festival to apply to my much much smaller Winter Solstice Fair held in Rivia.

translating any irl medieval holiday/fair/feast into a fantasy setting is a lil tricky b/c 95 percent of what happens and what makes them so interesting (to me anyway) is tied up in and totally inseperable from medieval Christian religious expression. however, when a lot of my source material was written (usually several hundred years ago bc public domain ebooks) there were still some weird obviously pre-Christian traditions in common use in parts of England. more on this next chapter b/c some of them are fuckin bizarre and so ofc I ganked them.

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8.

The next day dawned cold, but the blue cast to the sky promised clear weather. The Queen had long since collected a list of names from a page, and sat scribbling figures and notes in the margins as she considered the best way to arrange forty contestants into equitable matches. Isbel proved unsurprisingly unhelpful; the Baroness, however, offered advice on the matter in a slightly imperious tone:

    “There’s no way to match these names up, by perceived skill, and if you try there will be hurt feelings. Random selection won’t answer, either; my suggestion is to choose from whoever is standing around when we arrive and let them sort themselves out as best they can after.”

    Meve shuffled the papers a moment, admitted to herself that she had no better ideas, and nodded grudgingly.

    “Yes, you’re probably right. First come, first served it is, then. Here, look after these,” she said, handing the papers over to the older woman, “I have to go; the Mayor will be wanting something from me within the hour and I’ve other matters to attend to, first.”

    She left the Baroness and Isbel eyeing each other suspiciously over their breakfasts and strode rapidly away to the stables. Reynard’s horse, dozing alone in his stall, greeted her with polite disinterest; she spotted a light flickering from inside a little storage room nearby, where she found his owner carefully examining his armor under Pug and Gaspar’s vacant stares. Reynard smiled tightly at her, Gaspar glowered from under his unkempt hair, and Pug sketched a lazy gesture resembling a salute.

    “Anything to report?” she asked them all, in a slightly falsely cheerful tone. Reynard glanced at Gaspar, who eyed Pug, who squinted up at the Queen through her single eye.

    “Well, someone came in after midnight rung, but we put an end t’ his fucking skulking, quick,” she explained, then pointed at a few dark spots on the dirt floor. “And you can see the blood right there.”

    “So you can,” Meve said, not at all displeased. “Don’t suppose you managed to get a look at the culprit?”

    Pug shook her head, then, considering a moment, noted, “A tall bastard, whoever. Gaspar got ‘im right in th’ ankle from the shadows.”

    “Tall, with a limp,” the Queen considered.

    Gaspar hesitated, and brushed his hand against his own pox-scarred face, glancing at Pug.

    “Might’ve had a beard, also,” she translated.  “Hard t’ say anything else.”

    “Better than nothing at all to go on. Where’s Gascon?”

    Reynard shook his head. Gaspar glanced at Pug again; she chewed her right thumbnail and shrugged idly.

    “Don’t know,” she said, cooly studying the dried blood on the floor; a breathless page then hustled in, bowed to all present - Pug croaked a laugh at him - and announced that the Mayor requested the Queen’s presence, urgently.

    “What, already?” she asked. “All right; tell him I’ll be along shortly. You two can go as well,” she added, to the brigands, “Thank you for your assistance, and tell the Duke to report to me the moment you next see him.”

    “As for you,” she added quickly to Reynard, as soon as the room cleared out, “In case I don’t see you later - “

    He put his helm down wordlessly, stepped across the few feet between them, and kissed her; she took her time pulling away, despite the city government’s looming crisis, and said, “Good luck, not that you need it; I look forward to your victory.”

    “Yes, thank you,” he said, somewhat embarrassed, “I’ll do my best.”

      An hour later, the event was already underway. The brilliant sun pulled a faint fog from the frozen ground, and flashed on the armor of the first two contestants as they met with a resounding crash.

    “Coll, and Bohault,” Giselle reported; they had put her in charge of keeping track of the course of the jousts, and she accordingly drew a bold check in red ink beside Bohault. The Queen nodded her congratulations to the man, who returned her notice with an answering, professional jerk of his head. The next contestants were familiar, as well, and the third set strangers, not unexpectedly; twenty rounds had to be got through, and some of the names on the list had a distinctly foreign flavor. One such man, called Devyn, provided the judges’ first opportunity to deliberate, as he and John Kimborne knocked each other down in the same moment.

    “Sir Kimborne’s a proper knight, which ought to count for something,” Meve said, “And that sweep with the lance on his opponent’s part was, I believe, not quite legal, which is no doubt why he was unseated.”

    “It’s hardly Devyn’s fault that he’s from Novigrad, which doubtless is why he didn’t know not to do that,” Giselle said, smiling encouragingly at the young man. “Also, I think he is well, you know, handsome, for a foreigner.”

    “Yes, I’m sure you do,” the Baroness said, rolling her eyes. By unspoken consent, she reigned as their chief; accordingly, when she pointed impatiently at the knight, her decision was accepted without further comment and the contest carried on. They made good time under her able command, assisted by the timely appearance of mulled wine and sandwiches at midmorning. The names and men rolled by, ticked off in red; they made it past the unpronounceably named Sicg Sicgurdssen, a group of brothers whose names all began with with same letters, Ethan, who put the third and final of the brothers down and received a brilliant smile from Giselle in reward, and as, the Baroness and Queen grew bored and were chatting idly about the relative merits of different styles of tilting helms, Sir Holt, who won his match easily. The Queen eyed him darkly and then abruptly lost interest in side conversation as Reynard appeared, defeated a man named Hall in a few passes, and departed again. The Baroness accepted the sudden silence with faint amusement.

    “Nolda,” Giselle read, next, “And Sir Eres. That’s the knight, there. Who is Nolda?”

    Meve cracked a surprised, but pleased, smile, pointed across the field, where a lanky woman in well-used armor stood apart from the other contestants and said, pleased, “That is Nolda; she was an Aedirnian defector, fought for us in Angren. I hadn’t known she was still here in Rivia; I thought she’d have gone back home.” The Baroness squinted at the woman, with a thoughtful air. Sir Eres scowled at his opponent, glanced hopefully toward the judges, found no leniency in their stony stares, shut his visor and rode to his place. The match lasted all of ten seconds: Nolda held her lance left-handed, at an odd diagonal angle, and then at the last moment straightened it, smacked her opponent’s spear aside with a sweep of her shield, and knocked him away. The Baroness hummed thoughtfully under her breath.      

    “Unusual tactic, but not, I as far as I know, illegal,” Meve commented. Giselle shrugged and crossed out Sir Eres’ name, as the knight picked himself up and stalked angrily toward the judges.

    “It may not answer a second time, but it certainly took him by surprise,” the Baroness said, agreeably, and added, to the clearly disgruntled man, “What’s the problem?”

    The problem was that Sir Eres was a sore loser, Giselle supposed; Meve privately suspected it had as much to do with Nolda herself than it did with his defeat at her hands, but if he was hoping for sympathy he found none. The Baroness turned him away with a few blunt phrases and the contest continued.

    By noon, they had only three names left. Giselle read them off in a doubtful voice: Brossard, Gaheris, Saban. They sent a page to find out where the absentees had got to, and took a break. Giselle hurried off into the crowd with a promise to return in due time, and Meve and the Baroness settled into a debate of the various methods of arranging the second round and soon arrived at a prospective bracket. The page returned, indicated a short, bearded warrior on a sturdy horse, said, “The dwarf, there, is Saban; as for the Duke, nobody seems to know where he might be found, and the squire Gaheris is injured and can’t fight.”

    “I suppose, under the circumstances, that we could simply advance Saban to the second round,” the Queen remarked, frowning at the news of Gascon’s absence, as Giselle came running, slightly flustered. “You’re late,” she added, to the younger woman. Giselle flushed and looked apologetic.

    “Someone had let a bunch of rabbits out into the street, and a crowd of boys was chasing ‘em,” she explained, and then, spotting something on the field, abandoned the tale and gasped, “Look!”

    Meve turned and smiled as she was finally proved right: a man in black armor, mounted on a black horse, sat at the farther end of the barriers. He slowly pointed his lance at Saban, who turned to stare at the judges, baffled. Meve shrugged at him, which he seemed to take for permission; he pulled his helmet on briskly and kicked his horse toward the appointed starting position without delay.

    Saban rode well, but it was obvious that he was an amateur; the black knight unseated him in their first pass without apparent effort. He stood, collected his lost helmet from the ground, picked a clod of dirt out of the visor, and shrugged pragmatically. Meve squinted at the departing black knight’s back, and said, “Well, that was - quite interesting. On to the next round, I suppose. Who is it, Giselle?”

    It was Bohault and the unfortunate Ethan, who stood no chance against the veteran; he received another, slightly less congratulatory smile from Giselle, who then drew a second mark beside the soldier’s name.

    “So,” Meve said to the Baroness, conversationally, watching the next combat with a fine appearance of attention, “Care to make a prediction on the winner, yet?”

    “Of this match? Sir Brewes,” the older woman replied promptly; the knight in question was unseated by his opponent a half minute later. Meve smiled smugly at the winner.

    “Nolda seems to be doing well for herself, doesn’t she? - but I meant overall, in general.”

    “Ah. Well, Sir Odo, Sir Kimborne, perhaps Sir Holt if should he get lucky with his matchups -”

    “What about that black knight?”

    “Oh, him? Well, it’s hard to say, for sure.”

    The conversation paused again as Count Odo made his second appearance, against Sicg, the knight from Skellige. The Count won his second match far more quickly than he had his first. Meve, knowing from long experience that he had been studying the competition for most of the last round, to prepare himself, was unsurprised.

    “Although,” the Baroness continued thoughtfully, as he rode away, “I have seen a black knight fight at a recent tourney, I can’t say as it’s the same one who’s here today. Armor can be changed, but this one doesn’t seem to have the same style, at all. However, he does seem familiar, but they all do after near thirty-five years of watching them in tournaments. Almost all, at least.”

    Meve was growing used to the older woman’s subtle hints, and therefore was sure she’d caught a significant note in her comments. She thought back to the tournament, suddenly recalled the Baroness’s parting behavior with a frown, and re-evaluated her previous assumption: perhaps, after all, there was no confusion about herself and Gascon, and - she realized with mild annoyance - the Baroness had figured out the true reason for her absences, one way or another, but said nothing about it at the time. The same gleam of a secret joke was in the other woman’s eye when she looked away from the field, where Sir Holt was riding away from yet another victory. Meve stared at her, momentarily at a loss. The Baroness smiled slightly and looked back to the lists.

    “So,” the Queen asked, deciding it was best to not to inquire further, “Who do you think it could be, this time?”

    “I’m not sure; I’ll need more time to consider the matter,” the Baroness said, as the black knight returned, last of the pack again, and lined up against Sir Orlac, who had been lingering about as if waiting for him.

    “They’ve fought before,” Meve said, remembering suddenly. “Sir Orlac received an unexpected cold bath, as I recall.”

    Sir Orlac took his second defeat and stood up, swearing loudly at the black knight’s back.

    “At least he didn’t get wet, this time,” she added.

    “What a fall,” Giselle said, “Do you think he’s hurt?”

    The knight was limping slightly, but Meve shrugged dismissively and said, “Oh, no. He’ll be fine. Anyway, who do we have left?”

    Giselle held up the list; the Queen glanced at the six names remaining, nodded, and signaled to the herald.

      “This is going well,” she reflected, after watching Nolda defeat Bohault, to acclaim from the growing audience. “Perhaps I should do it again, next year, but with fewer participants, so it doesn’t take all day.”

    “Hm,” the Baroness said noncommittally, and then, during the next fight, “I do believe I like Sir Kimborne’s chances to win out; what do you think, young lady?”

    Giselle considered.

    “Well, the black knight’s very mysterious; it would be interesting if he won, like a ballad.”

    Nobody bothered to ask Meve for her opinion, but she took no notice, as she was closely watching the knight in question and Sir Holt ride onto the field. The black knight sat dead still on the nearer side, but the red knight passed him and approached the judges, scowling. The Baroness addressed him, in a tone that rivaled Meve’s for arrogance:

    “What’s th’ issue, sir?”

    “I don’t want to fight this - this fellow,” he said, sulkily. “It ain’t proper.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Well, for one, he might not even be a knight; it could be anyone under all that armor - any man at all, or a woman, even, for that matter.”

    “Heard this sort o’ thing before, a hundred time,” Giselle said quietly to Meve, “He’s chicken.”

    “I heard that,” the knight growled. Giselle blinked innocently at him.

    “Well, your other option is Sir Kimborne,” the Baroness said, growing slightly annoyed. Sir Holt opened his mouth, then closed it with an uneasy frown, obviously unsatisfied by the alternative offer.

    “Didn’t this same knight defeat you, a month or two ago? I would think you’d want to avenge your loss,” the Queen noted, idly. He scowled at the reminder, clearly inclined to argue further. The Baroness turned a hostile glare on him; he thought better of it and rode away, muttering, to take his place by the barricade.

    “What an ass,” Meve said.

    The knights completed a pass, to no avail on either side.

    “Didn’t your man Odo duel him, lately?” the Baroness said. “Can’t say I blame him, now, though I thought his behavior uncharacteristically impulsive at the time. Watch and see if the red knight don’t overcommit on this next run.”

    He did, badly; instead of his usual hesitation, he drove in a rush. Meve suspected he had lost his temper. The black knight took the attack on his shield and turned it away.

    “Yes, well, next time I’ll leave you to deal with him instead,” Meve remarked. “It seems to be more effective.”

    Sir Holt took his third run far more cautiously; his usual hesitation returned, and Meve glanced downward to hide a malicious smile as the black knight took advantage, aimed true, and knocked his opponent down hard.

    “I have five sons,” the Baroness replied, flatly. “Th’ egos of these fool knights can’t compare.”

    Gaheris limped heavily onto the field and collected Sir Holt; Meve looked from him to the black knight, who appeared to be watching the squire closely, a slight frown crossing her face. Giselle, meanwhile, made a bold red mark through the loser’s name and said, “It’s Sir Odo and Sir Kimborne, now.”

    It was a fight that the Baroness watched approvingly, making comments to Giselle, as Meve was, again, distinctly uninterested in conversation. The Count finally wore his opponent down from sheer weariness after half a dozen passes, drawing a pleased smile from the Queen. They then broke off for ten minutes, reckoning it was only fair to let their last three knights have a rest before the end. The judges spent the time in conference, deciding how to arrange their semi-finals; the no-shows had ruined their early arrangements, leaving them with an odd number of contestants. The Baroness eventually ruled that Sir Odo, being the senior knight, should be given a free round, and Nolda and the stranger would go against each other, as a result. Meve squinted at her.

    “Have you really not figured the black knight out, yet?”

    “Oh,” she said, mysteriously, “I think that by the time we’re done, we’ll know who he is, one way or another.”

      The black knight, however, did not appear when summoned along with the other two, leaving Nolda sitting alone at the barricades. Reynard, after a while, offered to go against her, on the chance that the third contestant would turn up very late to fight the last match; Nolda agreed, somewhat reluctantly. The Baroness overruled them, claiming that there was no knowing whether their third party would actually appear. The contestants therefore settled in to wait, Reynard with a distant frown and Nolda looking moderately suspicious of the sudden delay. The crowd chattered in the background, bored and uncertain of the future prospects for its entertainment.

    “How long are we going to wait?” Giselle asked, five minutes later; the black knight had failed to show.

    “Damn him,” Meve snarled quietly, “I planned this blasted event to flush him out, and he still somehow slipped away through my fingers. What now?”

    Giselle stared at her; the Baroness sighed and said, “Well, th’ only thing we can do is declare the match forfeit; Nolda will just have to fight Sir Odo, gods help her.”

    The contestants were summoned and the plan explained to them. Nolda did not seem overly relieved at being spared the black knight, probably due to being confronted with the Count as a result. He himself appeared mildly perturbed by the unusual situation, glanced at Meve’s tense smile, and said nothing.

    “I don’t know as it’s necessary that the Count should go against me now,” Nolda said doubtfully, “To tell the truth, I’m only here because Captain Bohault - he’s my husband - said could do better than me at this game, which I’ve proved he can’t.”

    “That you have,” the Queen said, mildly amused despite herself, “But the contest has to be won by someone. If you’re intending to spare Sir Reynard a fall on account of his age, I assure you there’s no need.”

    Nolda, who appeared to be roughly the same age as the knight, frowned, apparently unsure whether the Queen was joking. Sir Reynard’s expression turned mildly pained, but he did not roll his eyes at her.

    “I have no objections,” he said, stiffly. Nolda shrugged and said, “Well, I’m game, then.”

    “Good,” the Baroness said, “We’ll start in twenty minutes.”

    The combatants rode down to opposite sides of the field, where Reynard sat on his horse, exchanging a few words with his squire. Nolda stood at her horse’s head, deep in conversation with Bohault; the occasional audible phrase and the cavalryman’s complicated hand gestures suggested a strategy session was underway. Meve struggled to appear neutral, if she couldn’t manage anything else, despite her continued irritation at the black knight’s disappearance. The effort became supremely more difficult as, from behind and under the stands, a familiar voice whispered, “Meve! I mean, Your Majesty! I need t’ talk to you.”

    She turned, slowly, forced a casual tone, and said, “Ah, Duke Brossard. I’m glad you’ve decided to join us at last.”

#witcher #thronebreaker #fanfic #action #comedy #romance

[baroquebucky]

Can I request some Walter thingy where she is the only one at work that actually lives his gadgets and ideas and she is always trying to make him feel good when people call him weird or something

a/n: this is so cute yes !!

Another day when your office neighbor, Julie stole your blueprints for your new weapon idea. You grumbled and rolled eyes, it wasn’t right amywau you had to fix a few things.

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, eyes shooting open when you heard Walyer run out of his office space with a brand new ‘weapon.’ You peaked your head out as he showed everyone a new glitter bomb.

“God Bucket just forget it no one wants to see your dumb bomb” you heard someone say, followed by many other snickers and insults towards him.

You saw walter wall back to his space with his head down, unused bomb in his hands. You but your lip and shoved the new blueprints in your pocket and walked across the walkway and knocked on Walters door.

“I won’t do anything with my dumb- ohhh y/n uh hi” he spoke, his face turning red as he gave you a small smile.

“can i see what you were gonna show before everyone turned into negative Nancies?” You smiled and he nodded, a smile on his face.

“okay well i have a mini version of this, that way it won’t make as big of a mess but- basically it’s a glitter bomb and the glitter projects an imagine of a kitten, both of with will distract the bad guys because they release serotonin giving whoever used it a chance to either get out or get the job done!” He spoke with a smile on his face as you looked at the mini bomb go off, a tabby cat meowing right at you.

“oh wow, that’s really-”

“weird” he spoke and you shook your head.

“i was gonna say cool and creative but wow okay put words in my mouth” you smiled and you saw walter turn into putty.

“everyone always insults me i-” he began and shook your head.

“am i everyone to you walter?” you faked a pout and he blushed causing you to smile. “I better get back to work, I’ll see you around” you smiled and shot him a small wink, biting your lip as an attempt to hide your wide smile. Anyone who paid attention could tell you had a crush on the guy, lucky for you no one did.

The next day you walked through, security and made small talk with her, laughing softly as everyone looked in awe at the great Lance Sterling as he walked through the parted sea of people. You scoffed and continued to walk, going to your office and sighing as you heard everyone call out walter beckett for switching something out.

You furrowed your brows and leaked your head out, seeing a slightly happy yet nervous walter being confronted by an angry lance. You felt your face flush as you got out of your seat, adrenaline pumping as you prepared yourself to defend the ever so innocent boy. You stopped in your tracks however when you saw walter chase after Lance, following him into the elevator.

You sighed, shook your head and headed back to your seat, working on the final touches of a new weapon.

You grew restless during lunch, listening to people tease and make fun of Walter and his gadgets.

“Can you guys just shut the fuck up for one minute? The poor dude isn’t even here for starters and at least he created his thing on his own, unlike you Julie” you glared at the woman as she turned a deep red and walked out. Soon everyone was silent and you rolled your eyes, finishing your food and walking out.

You pressed the button on the elevator and shot a smile at walter, who was in the elevator, he looked flushed.

“hey i just wanted to say-” you began and he sighed.

“yeah i know my things are dumb and I’m weird” you frowned and looked at him confused.

“what? no! I wanted to say that i think you’re gadgets are cool and creative. I think you have something special and those people are to fixated on what can cause the most damage rather than i don’t know calmly diffuse a bad situation” you spoke, your eyes darting between walter and the floor.

Walter opened his mouth, about to say something when the elevator dinged, he jumped slightly and chuckled.

“I’ll see you around beckett, don’t let them bring you down” you said, walking out, leaving a flustered boy behind you.

“w-wait!” You heard and your turned around, a deep blush on your face as you felt walter grab your wrist and pull you back into the elevator.

“you okay?” You asked, concerned for him.

“i just- you won’t be seeing me” he sighed.

“what do you mean we work right across from each other” you chuckled softly. Your face still hot as you realized you were now holding his hand.

“I-i got fired, by Lance, for switching up the bombs” he spoke, your heart broke and your blood boiled.

“Walt im so sorry” you said pulling him in for a hug, your arms wrapping around his waist as he dug his head into your neck.

“I wanted to tell you because, i know you always called people out when they talked about me and uh” he started, face flushing before pulling away and giving you a small smile, “i really kinda like you” he spoke quickly.

A smile broke onto your face and you looked at Walters face, flushed cheeks and red ears. You smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. Lips locking as your hands got tangled into his hair. You both pulled away as the elevator dinged, a blush on both your faces as the door opened.

“i kinda really like you too beckett” you whispered into his ear, a smile breaking onto his face. As you walked out of the elevator, leaving behind a very flustered, and nervous boy.

#walter beckett fluff #walter beckett x reader #walter beckett imagine #walter beckett #spies in disguise imagine

[hiuythn]

sorry to ask, but i saw u shared hc for the sick anon, im going thru a rough patch and ur fic rly cheered me up. Can i get some hcs as well?

this is how keith asks lance to marry him:

so we all know how from the beginning, from the moment things got resolved at the end of tnahp, that keith’s been upfront about never leaving lance. everyone knows he’s going to put a ring on that. he’s said it to lance’s face. “what else am i gonna do with you?”

it’s not until six years later that he actually does anything though. mostly bc of the war and the aftermath.

the team are in a meeting with the coalition, boring stuff, routine stuff, and the mind link is closed, bc sometimes keith and lance need breaks. he’s lucky that it was, though, because what happens next in his mind would’ve been enough to make lance fall out of his seat and ruin the meeting and coran would’ve killed them both lmao

lance is paying attention even though he looks just as bored as keith. diligent, as always. he’s even got a holoscreen projected, taking lazy notes. there are faint little sketches of the coalition members and the team. one is of shiro, snoring, comical Zs above his head. keith bites down on his cheek.

lance is twirling the pen in his left hand.

keith looks at that and thinks, loud and clear, there should be a ring on his finger.

he sits back.

huh.

it should be a surprise, he decides after a quiet minute. lance deserves that. it should be at the right moment, the right words, the right place. it should be soft and genuine and such a sweet shock that it takes lance seconds to reply. it should make his blue eyes fill with tears, it should make him curl into a ball before keith, who’ll still be kneeling, ring box open and laughing at him because wow, that’s nice reaction, lance. it should be a proposal so perfect that it makes lance kind of mad, makes him shove keith, makes him pout that frustrated-loving-happy pout.

(bros, as a gay, this is kind of really fucking gay)

keith spends the rest of the meeting laying out proposal plans. lance gets exasperated when he finds out keith remembers nothing of the meeting. “dude, you--tell me again, who’s the leader of voltron, here?” “it’s allura.” “....okay, but who flies bl--”

and some people might ask, what’s the point, if you’re already levertan-married? if you’ve mind-linked and basically achieved the pinnacle of ‘joining hands in holy matrimony’?

keith’s answer would probably be something like ‘fuck off, i love him that’s why’

(ngl that’s hella romantic. no? just me?)

the long answer is that he knows lance is a romantic. that he really likes gestures of affection, that his face gets all rosy and he always tries to bite back his smiles, and he gets so pleased and flustered and also adorably angry every time keith does anything for him. keith’s in love with that. he goes absolutely dumb over making lance happy, he’s fucking obsessed with it. every neuron in keith’s stupid head is devoted to lance like 24/7.

(it’s a given that lance is the same, if not worse. how tf do they get anything done?)

plus, levertan-married doesn’t really mean the same as human-married.

so keith--somehow--manages to pull off thinking up proposal plans without closing the link, without lance knowing--maybe bc his thoughts are purposefully fragmented like ‘white chocolate? milk?’ or ‘speakers? mic?’ or ‘beach sand feels sandy’ and yes it sounds absolutely dumb but it’s clever because after a while lance tunes it out. though, at the beginning, it really fucking worried him because it sounded like keith was having a stroke LMAO

over the next couple months, keith steadily puts his plan together: get the ring, figure out what to say, speak to allura about detouring to earth for some r&r, speak to shiro about not fucking things up for keith because i know you’ll do that somehow shiro no are you serious of course you would you’re evil do you even remember that time i said no to inviting people for my fourteenth birthday and you did it anyway even though i was looking forward to just playing video games for the whole day??? i had to deal with james griffin in my goddamn house you ass--

the day keith asks, everything--surprisingly--goes really well? like suspiciously so. like keith’s really glad but he’s itching to reach for his knife by the end of it, bc he was prepared for shiro to have done sth by now. 

but nah, keith and lance have a lovely day hanging out, doing activities keith planned and things lance spontaneously suggests. the weather is a perfect breezy, sunny day. when the sun sets they wordlessly head for the beach. lance chases keith though the surf. they throw clumps of wet sand at each other. keith hoists lance in his arms, listening to him yell as keith spins them around. lance picks him up and tosses him into the shallows, that fucking jerk. lance gets keith to forgive him. lance gives keith his shirt, goes half-naked for keith’s shivering form. ‘i’m going to get a cold,’ lance says. ‘and i’m not?’ keith snorts. they walk down the beach and lance tells him stories, pointing to this rock or that spot and saying oh i broke my arm there or dude i saved a baby turtle from a seagull that day and keith soaks it all up like he’s the sand and lance is the ocean waves, coming back to him every time.

lance hops onto a rock, demonstrating to keith how he used to pretend he was a sea prince looking for mermaids. the winds play with his hair, the setting sun brushing golden against his bare chest and the grin on his lips. like this, he’s a foot or two taller than keith.

keith gets down on one knee.

it’s lance’s fault that the ring box is damp, but he’s lucky this thing is olkari-made, because when keith opens it up, the ring shines just as bright as lance. almost as bright. it tries its best but keith really only has eyes for his soulmate.

keith says:

every day, i want to choose you. every day, i want to get to choose you. every day, growing up like i did, was spent learning what i needed to live, what food or drink or mantra was needed to make it another day alone. my body forced to me to focus on its needs, on the bare essentials. if i went a month without a caring touch, it didn’t matter, because it hadn’t killed me yet.

before i fell for you, i don’t think i knew what it meant to want. i never had a chance to think about it, a second to indulge. if i wanted a home, a family, it was a weakness, a distraction, and i couldn’t let myself admit it. so i never learned to want.

the only other thing that comes closest to what i feel for you is probably flying. it’s that addiction to diving through the clouds, it’s free-falling, it’s soaring with my heart in my throat. and even then, even now that i know you, it doesn’t quite compare. it’s a poor substitute.

in this world we exist in, where some force out there knows exactly what we need, who we need, it’s kind of a miracle that i still got to choose you. i’m glad i got the moments where it hurt to think of you, because i wanted you so bad i couldn’t stand not having you. i’m glad i got to slowly realize that you were everything to me, on my own time. it was my own conclusion, my own resolution to love you because you were you, and not because you were someone i was supposed to love. the universe kind of tricked us, but i think she meant well.

and now i know, that even in a world where soulmates didn’t exist....i know i’d still want you.

i want to want you, every day. i want to wake up wanting you, every day, fall asleep wanting you every night. i want to leave for missions wanting you, want to stay behind watching you go, wanting you to return faster than you can. i want you to want me, too. i want a ring on our fingers, reminding me that you do, that you feel the same and you always will.

i want to marry you, lance mcclain.

will you marry me?

#klance #tnahp #tiwlll #fuck what the fuck #what the actual fuck that's so romantic #can someone check my head for me i think keith possessed me #holy god #ummmmm #i don't know how to explain this i've literally never been in love sjdfhksdjf #????????????????? #anon i hope this helps you!!!!! ily 💖💖💖 #ask #my writing #y'all i really think i need an exorcist.... #keith [reaching thru 15 dimensions to wrap his hands around my neck and wring it]: #tell them why i love lance kogane-mcclain!!!!! tell them!!! fuck!! #Anonymous

[angstalottle]

Lana On The Case

Part 3

Lana knew she shouldn’t have been expecting much, especially after spending the last week lying in bed stewing in her own filth and misery.

That didn’t change the fact that her current appearance still shocked her.

Her skin had gained an ashen quality about it and dark circles under her eyes.

She was sure is Red hadn’t practically force fed her she was have lost much more weight then she already had.

She felt drained and heavy, like her life was sucked out from her when Hannah left her…

Keith showing up had given her a small glimmer of excitement perhaps even hope but as soon as he was gone and she was left alone to her thoughts they turned right back to the fact that her best friend was gone from her life forever.

That thought hurt even more than knowing her sweet wonderful Hannah killed people.

Job offer or not Lana likely would have spent the rest of her life lying in her bed if her aunties hadn’t decided to do something about it.

One moment she's dozing staring into space, the next Blue has pulled her covers away while Re dumped a bucket of warm soapy water over her.

The two manhandled her out of bed and into some clean clothes before giving her two options.

One was to stay cooped up inside and suffer through them inviting every nosey friend they could think of over to omard her with questions and pinched cheeks followed by of course the dreaded relationship advice that everyone over a certain age believed they knew.

Or go down to the police station and actually do something with her life/

Though neither option was particularly fun in the end Lana chose to go out mainly because Red had also made a swinging joke which of course practically sent her bolting through the door.

The police station like everything else in the village was only a short walk away from the Altea estate, you could get pretty much anywhere by cutting through the large gardens that have unfortunately fallen into a state of disrepair.

The lady of the manor had died when Lana was away and since then the place hadn’t been the same, like some of the beauty of the world left when she did.

As far as she knew the only daughter of the family Allura was away for school or something while her father worked in London.

Lana had fond memories of Allura, being a few years younger then the girl and quite a bit poorer, she always seemed like this fairy princess that could have anything or do anything.

Looks like not even princesses could escape tragedy.

Lana hiked up her skirt as she climbed over the thick mess of weeds and flowers careful not to disturb anything as she passed through.

Even if everyone took the shortcut it was an unsaid rule that you were not to disturb the gardens or ever go close to the house.

Of course when Lance got her foot caught in a bramble and fell face first into the ground she broke that rule by flattening at least a dozen flowers beneath her.

“Oh dear are you alright?” A woman wearing a veil and long white gloves asked as she hurried over from the main house.

Odd appearance aside what really caught Lana’s attention was her snow white hair. A characteristic that was common amongst the Altean family.

Going off her build she could have been anywhere between 20-30 but without the face or hands it really was impossible to tell.

Lana felt her cheeks burn as she pulled herself up and dusted herself down frowning at the rip that now worked its way up her blue skirt.

The woman put her hands on her dress and examined the rip tutting softly “we really must get the gardener back in this place really has fallen to ruin.”

Now that she was closer Lana could smell the sweet scent of roses coming off her in such a large volume it would almost be suffocating if they weren't outside.

“Do you work here?” Lana asked trying to swallow her embarrassment while this strange woman kept hold of her skirt.

One strong breeze and she would see next weeks washing.

The woman chuckled “not exactly. I used to live here I never actually planned on returning but in light of my father's disappearance I suppose I didn’t have much choice.”

Lana couldn’t help but flinch, since what Hannah did came to light any case of men running off in the middle of the night or simply not returning after a day out is now considered suspect.

Their still digging up all the bodies and people have been flocking from all over in search of their missing husbands, fathers and brothers.

Lana then realised something very important.

Mainly that if Alfor was missing and this woman was his daughter then it must have been Allura!

“Allura?”

Lana couldn’t see her face but she imagined a smile on those pretty pink painted lips she used to know very well.

“That’s me, im sorry but who are you?”

Lana had her suspicions of course that this was all a scam, someone swooping in to steal the Altean family fortune, but she wasn’t really in the mood for any other mysteries right now.

That and according to Keith she was pretty forgettable.

“Oh im Lana… I used to play with you in the garden as a kid.”

“Oh my i'm so sorry Lana, im afraid my memory hasn’t been that good since the accident. She gestured to her veil and gloves “I got caught up in the Blitz and i'm afraid my appearance paid a higher price then by mind.”

Lana felt guilt crawl into her stomach, well at least she didn’t outright accuse  her of being a con artist. Besides Coran was a dear friend of the family, there's no way someone would be able to just take over Allura’s life without him noticing.

“Im sorry, I didn’t realise.”

Allura waved her off finally letting go of her skirt “don’t worry about it, ive made my peace with my situation, it is a tad lonely though, people aren't exactly eager to visit the manor these days.” She sounded so sincerely sad that Lana couldn’t help but feel for her.

She knew what it was like to lose everything because of a situation out of her control, the war had stolen many things from them, Lana was lucky to keep her beauty at least.

“Well then I suppose I have no choice but to come round for tea, I would invite you to my aunts cottage but they tend to get too excited around anyone they used to know.”

Lana gave her the best smile she could manage and was rewarded by Allura taking her hands and kissing them.

Once again her face turned an interesting shade of red.

“That sounds simply wonderful Lana, how about Thursday at 8 o'clock?”

Lana had lost her ability to form words so simply nodded earning her a small chuckle in response.

“I don’t want to keep you if your busy so ill just see you Thursday?” Allura asked startling Lana out of her stupor.

“Yes I should go, but i'll erm see you then I promise.”

Lana stuttered deciding it was best to continue on her way before she made an even bigger fool of herself so mustered up what grace she had to give an awkward curtsy realising that was dumb halfway through and instead turned and hurried on her way hitting herself muttering “stupid stupid stupid” over and over again until she finally arrived at the police station.

As expected of a small town the police station was fairly quiet this time of day home only to the drunks that were picked up the night before and only now being released to go back to their family or in some cases the church.

Of course one would expect it to be much busier with the number of bodies being dug up but unfortunately since Hannah left and it became national news the investigation had been taken over by some fancy out of state law enforcement that walk around in nice suits and a stuck up attitude to match their overall pompous appearance.

Going off the sour atmosphere in the station no one was too pleased to have the villages first ever big case stolen from under them.

Lana did her best to smile politely as she made her way to reception preparing herself for awkward small talk with someone she really hoped wouldn't recognise her.

“Hello im here-”

“If you got a crime to report fill out the form if not get lost.”

The woman behind the desk looked too young to be working, her slight frame and big doe eyes making her seem like she couldn't be much older than 15 but then again looks can be deceiving. Like the fact that despite wearing big round glasses and squinting at a book in front of her the glass within the frame appeared to be purely decorative and not actually serve any function.

Lana cleared her throat “no actually i'm here about the job. Im expected.”

This time she at least bothered to look up from her book and glanced Lana up and down “what they replacing me with some tramp, i've worked here ten years and they bring in some totty to take my job”

Lana quickly held up her hands feeling actually pretty threatened by this tiny angry lady “no! No i'm the new consultant im supposed to be working with Keith and-”

“Oi Keith! Some broad here says shes your new partner!” She yelled and just like that, all eyes were on her.

Lana smiled awkwardly at them really wishing a hole would appear beneath her and swallow her up whole so she could escape this situation.

However the only thing the universe sent her was a very flustered keith running in from the back.

He was carrying a stack of papers and had that god awful mullet tied back in a ponytail that honestly didn't look half bad on him.

“Thanks Katie i can take her from here.” Keith dropped the papers on her desk “Also Griffin needs you to file these for him.”

“He could do it himself” Katie grumbled grabbing the papers and flicking through them “he didn't even bother filling some of these out!”

Keith quietly grabbed Lana’s arm and pulled her towards him as Katie got distracted with her angry mutterings “Sorry about her, she's just pissed that her dad lost his job to a hot shot whos dad just happens to be a governor.”

“Ah where would be be without nepotism” Lana chuckled letting Keith led her back into a small office where five other people were sat. She assumed the cells were behind one of the closed doors and perhaps the archive room behind another.

It had been a long time since she had been back here, it was certainly before the war was even a possibility and she had broken the wrong persons window and ended up having to wait for her mother by Corans desk.

People tend to say that places from your youth always seem so much smaller when you visit them again. Until now Lana wasn't really sure she bought into that nostalgia fueled nonsense.

But seeing the row of chairs her feet used to dangel off while she prepared an excuse for her behaviour for her furious mother now looked like they would fall apart if she just got too close let alone sat on one.

At least not all the changes were bad. Coran really did deserve that nice office and the title Detective neatly painted above his name.

“You know I was starting to think you wouldn't be coming” Keith said as they came to what Lana assumed was his desk. It was a little away from the others and scattered with paper work in various states of finished. It lacked much personality beyond a couple of knives and oh boy keith standing next to an incredibly attractive man that Lana realised fairly quickly must have been his older brother.

“To be honest i wasn't sure either, my life kinda went to hell but Aunt Blue and Red practically shoved me out of the door.”

Keith chuckled in response as her perched on the edge of his desk “that sounds about right. Though I hate to say it but you've kind of come on boring day. Everyones so desperate for something to do that their even taking the grunt work from me.”

“So what your just sitting around all day?” Lana asked right as a hand collided with her behind.

Lana likes to think herself an understanding woman. Or at least she tries to ever since the instadent where what she thought was a gropper on a train turned out to be a blind man having dropped his cain. So rather then turning around and grabbing the arm of whoever just did that to break over her knee she calmly turned to them.

She came face to face with a tall man that she unfortunately recognised.

James Griffin top of the class when they went to school together and by far the most arrogant man she ever met. And that was before he got a cushy job thanks to his dad.

Lana glared up at him giving him a chance to apologize or say he had mistaken her for his girlfriend that was into that kind of thing.

Instead he just smirked “wow Keith how did you find yourself this hot piece of ass.”

Ok she was going to break his nose now.

Unfortunately before she got the chance keith stepped in front of her “don't talk to her like that Griffin, Coran hired her himself as a consultant and i'm sure he wouldn't take that kind of behaviour.’

James rolled his eyes but did visibly tense as he shot a glance at the closed office door. “Whatever. This whole thing is just for press, whoever heard of a woman police officer. Their far too emotional.”

“Last I checked you were the one that cried when i kicked you in the nuts as kids.” Lana huffed crossing her arms.

“Ah buck teeth Lana! My my you did fill out nicely. How about after work I take you out?” Jame smiled looking her up and down in a way that made her skin crawl.

“How about I tell your mother that you slap my ass, if i remember right she was a reasonable woman.”

Oh how quickly his attitude changed. He swallowed whatever response he had ready and scurried off to his office next to Corans.

“What a creep.”

“Yeah but a rich one.” Keith sighed “you ok?”

“Yeah just kinda pissed i didn't get to make that jerk squeal like in highschool.” Lana noticed a small smirk appear at the corner of keiths lips at that and decided to take it as a win even if she could still feel his disgusting hand on her.

Unfortunately the next few hours were not as exciting.

Lana pulled up a chair across from Keith and kept herself busy by flicking pieces of paper at him, an activity that he avoided joining in with for exactly ten minutes.

They were so wrapped up in their game that they didn't notice coran standing next to the desk until after Keith made the winning shot and jumped up to let out a victory cry.

“It's nice to see you've found a way to keep miss Mclain here entertained during our slow day.” Coran chuckled as Keith startled and quickly cleared his throat trying to hide the blush quickly creeping up his face.

“Detective i can explain”

Coran held his hand up quickly cutting him off “no need, I understand the importance of a bit of fun to avoid dying of boredom. The time for that has now sadly passed im sending you to look into a missing persons cases.”

Keith and lana exchanged a look, while lana’s was excitement Keiths was confusion.

“Sir while im happy for a case why not give it to someone else? Im sure all the others would kill for a case right now.”

Coran simply chuckled to himself handing over a case file “because Kogane your the only officer here I trust not to get side tracked while investigating. That and i'm sure Lana here will make sure your eyes don't wander too far.”

Lana wasn't really sure what he meant by that until they got to the scene of the crime.

Or as everyone else calls it the ‘Galra Gentlemens Club’.

When the club first opened it was met with outcry from the church and the school boards and well anyone with too much time on their hands.

Now after being open for more than a decade, those same people have become the most lucrative clientele, who know stuck up prudes could have such deep pockets for the sinful arts.

Keith had kindly offered to give Lana a ride on the handlebars of his bike since the club was located uphill from the station and there was no way the poor old police car would make it up the whole way. Apparently a replacement was on its way but they had been promising it since before the war.

Lana had of course told Keith that while she appreciate the offer she would find the very idea outlandishly improper, so of course made him ride the handle bars while she put her years of missing the bus and not wanting to be late training to good use.

After a quick check with her compact and a nod to Keith they entered the club.

Lana was no stranger to Gentlemens clubs, she had been to more than a few during the war to meet with people who were usually a lot more willing to give up information when they had a few drinks in them.

This club was no different, everything was a sickening deep purple as if the colour alone could make it classy or hide the disturbingly prominent wet patches on the couches.

Lana tried her very best not to stare at the men already here this early on a weekday morning and instead focused on following Keith back to see the manger.

“Just let me do the talking, guys like this aren't always that nice to women” Keith whispered as he knocked on the door and it swung open to not show a greasy man but instead a very tall muscular woman with short black hair wearing a suit.

Lana felt her mouth go dry just looking at her.

“A-are you the manager here?” Keith asked clearly feeling equally intimidated and aroused as Lana was.

“Yeah i am, who wants to know?” She asked leaning against the doorway and looking down at him. Her gaze however moved quickly from keith to Lana and a smile spread across her face.

“Usually we don't hire new talent outside of auditions but for  a beautiful girl like you im willing to make an exception.”

“I” Lana squeaked finding herself speechless for the first time in a long time.

Thankfully Keith came to her rescue before she could actually contemplate working for this greek god of a woman.

“Actually we came from the police station. You called about one of the dancers going missing?”

The woman nodded and stepped back into the room hurrying them inside before closing the door.

“Yeah my best girl Ezor, she was seen leaving the club last week but no one has seen her since.”

“Does she often disappear like this? Perhaps to visit a gentleman caller miss...?” Keith asked pulling out a notebook while Lana looked around the office.

“Zethrid…. And trust me she's not the sorts to make house calls.”

It was fairly empty save for a punching bag in the corner and a few pictures on the walls. Most of them were group shots of all the dancers in costumes. But those actually on the desk seemed only to contain Zethrid and a slim woman with pink hair tied in a high ponytail. It was just the two of them over and over again smiling like they didn't have a care in the world.

“Is this Ezor here?” Lana asked picking up one picture showing the two in the park, judging from the bunting and celebrating in the background it was the day the allie ‘won’ the war.

Zethrid nodded “yeah that's her… we actually live together and yeah she disappears sometimes but never for this long and never without contacting me.”

“Is it possible she ran off with a sweetheart?” Keith asked taking the picture.

“She wouldn't. I know she's been taken its the only explanation.”

Something told Lana that this relationship was deeper than friendship “The last night she was seen, was there anything unusual happening?”

Zethrid thought for a moment “now that you mention it there was a black car parked outside the club all day. I didn't give it much mind incase it was a customer trying to work up the nerve to come in but it left right after she did.”

“Did you happen to catch the plates?” Keith asked hopefully only to let out a disappointed sigh when she shook her head no.

“But the car was old looking with a dent in the drivers side door.”

Keith noted it down “thanks we will be in touch.”

He led the way out but Zethrid grabbed Lana by the arm before she could leave “please i can't imagine life without her… she's my best friend.”

Lana knew what it was like to lose one of those. So she smiled and put a hand over hers “I promise ill do everything I can to find her.”

Once they were safely outside keith let out a groan “you should promise people anything, it just means you'll get attached to the case.”

“Isn't that the job of a detective though? How can i love a case if i don't care about it?” Lana huffed hitching up her skirt and getting on the bike.

“I'm just saying that it will end up hurting you more if we find her dead in a ditch somewhere.”

Lana rolled her eyes “ever the optimist huh Mullet. Besides we have a lead how many people in town have old black cars?”

“Excluding the police cruiser i'd say seven.” Keith noticed the sceptical look Lana was giving him and rolled his eyes.

“My brother owns the mechanics remember, i help out sometimes and not many people really have cars round here.”

Lana sighed “maybe we should get a second opinion from your dreamy brother.” she batted her eyelashes playfully at him as he climbed onto the handle bars.

“Shut up and pedal we've got a lot of groundwork to do.”

Five hours!

It took five hours to find all the cars, to check for dents and alibis.

In that time Lana fell into two ditches, got attacked by a chicken and the rip in her dress traveled up to past her knee.

As her mother would say she's only some red lipstick away from looking like a whore.

Lana wished she could say that time was well spent and while watching Keith getting chased by an angry family of pigeons that had taken resident in one of the old cars they ultimately ended up on a dead end.

So while the light began to fade and the two slowly walked up to the station the mood was sour.

“It could always have been someone from out of town?” Lana suggested holding the split in her dress to try and keep it from travelling any higher.

“No they would have been too noticeable. If someone from out of town drove through here everyone would know about it by now. We must have missed something.”

Lana shivered in the cool air and was surprised when Keith handed over his jacket without taking his eyes off the path.

The red really did suit him better but the warmth from his body made her feel better.

“We should check surrounding houses tomorrow, maybe one of the cars was taken without the owner realising.”

“And what they dented it and then undented it?’ Keith snorted “no if the dent was fixed it would have had to come through the shop. Shiro may be able to help.”

“I'll try to hide my disappointment” Lana laughed earning her a playful push from Keith which she returned.

The two were laughing and having a moment of fun that when cold hard reality finally came crashing down Lana felt like she had been punched in the face.

Just as they walked in the car they were looking for pulled in behind them.

Old, black and with a large dent on the side.

The only problem was that it was Coran driving it.

#langst #fem lance #1940s detective au #klance #allurance #pidge #Coran #james griffin

[bazzledazzled]

I’m not going to lie to you I am 100% pulling these headcanons from the spam of messages i sent @waywardpadaleski​ but I saw Voltron Hogwarts AUs floating around and I decided to make headcanons because I love this idea ive also doodled stuff and may post some or write something just not rn

OKAY SO

pretty much the houses just go with their lions— but lance is special snowflake im sorry i know i sound like one of those uber annoying lance stans that shove da boi down everyones throats i cant help it i love him but bare with me this makes sense

Okay so Keith is in Gryffindor because ofc he would

Pidge is Slytherin

Hunk is Hufflepuff

Allura is totally a Ravenclaw

What about Lance, you ask? Well u know how JK Rowling said that there’s things called “Hat Stalls” where people took longer than 5 min to get sorted???

Ye well Lance is one of THOSE

It would work with canon if you think about it because he kinda is stuck between the red lion and the blue lion and like-- I know keef is the same way with the black lion but shush

SO ANYWAYS

the sorting hats dilemma is that he’s smart and has the means to excel in Ravenclaw, but at the same time he’s outrageously brave like a Gryffindor

(MY BOI IS SMART FITE ME)

So the hat doesn’t know what to put him in

Then the sorting hat comes to the conclusion that while he could do great in Ravenclaw, he wouldn’t reach his full potential unless he was a Gryffindor (*COUGH* LIKE CANON)

Sooooo-- Pidge is like a year or two behind Hunk, Lance, and Keith because y’know, shes younger and stuff and she kinda gets into the group because of her older brother

THATS RIGHT MATTS HERE

So Matt is a Ravenclaw and him and Shiro are besties ofc

(Shiros Gryffindor sorry I forgot to mention it)

Matt was also a Hat Stall because when i was thinking about his house i couldn’t decide between Ravenclaw, Slytherin, or Gryffindor

But he’s Ravenclaw cuz it fits in with an Adashi thing im gonna bring up later

ANYWAYS

Shiro is also Keith’s older brother, they’re not biological siblings, its just Keefs dad was friends with shiros parents and when he passed away the Shiroganes adopted him 

Shiro is ANNOYED because Keith and Lance are always fighting with each other in the commons and he just wants to read his book in peace

Now here comes the Adashi

Okay okay so Adam is Ravenclaw

I know we barely know anything about Adam (*glares at s7*) BUT based on stuff and how the fanon Adam is, I’m saying he’s Ravenclaw

So anyways

Let’s get to Quidditch because that’s part of the Adashi part of this AU

Keef is a Gryffindor Seeker because like-- he go vroom

I lowkey am making Lance a Keeper not only cuz he would be good at it but also cuz of those cheesy shirts that say things like “He’s a Keeper” and “She’s a Catch” 

Shiro is a Chaser

Pidge and Hunk I think would be Beaters???? Idk

OH! James Griffin is also a Slytherin Seeker byeeee

Adam is the Ravenclaw Keeper

Headcanon is if theres one thing Lance and Adam have in common, its that they can make people flustered very easily 

So ya know what Adam does, much to Shiro’s annoyance???

He flirts with him

Whenever they have games that are Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor Adam will flirt with Shiro, winking at him, yelling stuff across the field, making Shiro so flustered he can’t throw straight (pun intended)

One time Adam gets Shiro so flustered he drops the ball

Matt, a Beater, high fives him

OH! Also Allura is a Chaser and she’s like the best Chaser in the school FITE ME

Okay thats enough of quidditch 

Okay so as for family lineage and stuff

Shiro, Lance, and Hunk are muggleborns

They just are

Shiro’s parents knew about Magic because of keef and were surprised when they found out Shiro was a wizard

Lance is the only wizard in his family and he gets homesick a lot because he’s the only one who goes to Hogwarts and he misses his siblings and stuff

But he always brings niece and nephew home stuff from Hogsmade that he thinks they’ll like 

Hunk, Lance, and Shiro meet because Hogwarts started a club during the summer for Muggleborns where they can meet and talk about concerns with Hogwarts and magic and stuff with other muggleborns that are older

So Lance and Hunk soon become really close friends and Shiro is kinda their advisor and stuff

Anyways

Keith is a Halfblood, which makes sense because i mean he’s half galra on the show so

His mom was a witch, and idk if im going to have her run away for something or die?? I mean I kinda want her to run away cuz of something so they can be reunited but i have no idea what it would be unless this was during the time of harry potter and it had something to do with Voldemort but i kinda want to stay away from all that so ye

Pidge and Matt are purebloods

But they’re not the stuck up purebloods

They’re literally the Weasleys 

Sam has a fascination with muggle technology that Pidge and Matt share

So like, they have a lot of fancy tech

Pidge and Matt snuck a DS on campus and play Zelda at meals

Allura is probably a Pureblood but shes way less snooty, maybe even compared to her parents

As for teachers

Coran is Herbology teacher or something???

Alfor is Defense against the Dark Arts maybe??? I don’t know either him or Zarkon 

Haggar is obviously the potions teacher

ANYWAYS

Everyone hates Lotor cuz his parents are teachers and he’s a teachers pet

But back to Haggar in potions

So she’s like the slytherin head thing or whatever they were

so yknow she’s biased

and it doesnt help that her son is also slytherin

(also Zarkon is a Gryffindor sorryyyyy)

(This also could play into keith or lance’s story by them being compared to Zarkon or something and it unsettling them)

(This just in-- I think Zarkon should be the voldemort)

(oh shoot im getting sidetracked with imagining zarkon as voldemort and lance as harry potter)

(help)

ANYWAYS

So ofc she sees that Lance and Keith are always at each others throat

and makes them potions partnets

because it makes it easier for them to get in trouble because they keep fighting and then she can take points from gryffindor 

ANYWAYS

The one day they are tasked with making Amortentia, right??

Oh god this is so mcfreaking cliche im sorry

So Keef and Lonce are there, both tired from studying or something so already they’re cranky and half asleep

So they’re making the potion right?

And lance just coughs, a look of disgust on his face

“What?” Keef says. Lance plugs his nose.

“U stink, Keith.” And throughout potions class Lance keeps complaining that Keith smells really bad or something or he used too much cologne idk

Ofc like Pidge is in that class and shes snickering

Lance turns to her like “WHAT IS IT PIDGE” 

She asks him if he knows what the potion is supposed to do

He’s just like “It makes people fall in love with u.”

“Yes but what else?” Both keith and Lance stare at her blankly. She explains that when u smell it you smell what u love most

Both keef and lances eyes widen

For the first time in forever they’re quite the entire period

Keith has a gay panic

Lance has a bi panic

they are disasters

Shiro confronts pidge after that day

“Pidge what did u do to keef and lonce they’re broken”

Pidge is all like, “Excuse me????”

“They’re being nice to each other.” 

Hunk, who is also there, just snorts

“Pls explain this to me,” Shiro says, exasperated

Pidge explains the Amortentia scene

Shiro just laughs because of course they were in love with each other

(it lowkey reminds him of him and Adam)

(okay now i have theories that the reason why they made Adam shiro’s boyfriend is because its meant to mirror OTHER ships in voltron *cough* KLANCE and its foreshadowing or something i mean adam does look like lance and shiro and keith are sorta similar)

(shut up candy back to the AU)

Hunk admits that Lance has had a crush on keeth for like ever but he keeps saying its just a rivalry thing

Actual conversation between the two:

“And what’s up with his hair?? It’s like straight out of the 80′s and he has all the bangs over his eyes like an EMO like why is he trying to hide his eyes?” Lance blushes because he’s thinking about how beautiful Keefs eyes are. “Like why? Why is his hair like that i dont understand?? And what does he do to it why is it so soft???”

“You’ve touched his hair?”

“Yeah I was trying to see if I’m taller than him yet” Hunk was just confused but then Lance kept talking about keiths hair and he let it slip when it was like, almost 3am that keiths hair made him look pretty and lance would never be able to make that look good on himself, then immediately said something about the one time keef blew something up in first year because hes an idiot as a coverup

So hunk has known for some time

Even when lance didn’t know

So for the next couple weeks keith and lance act kinda weird around each other

because they don’t know how to handle feelings

they mostly avoid each other, standing on opposite ends of the room and glaring at each other

but of course that doesnt help them at all because for some reason they share a room

(oh my god they were roommates)

The rest of the boys in the room are angry because of all the sexual tension its giving them anxiety and they started sleeping in the commons

I actually have no idea who the other three boys would be because one of them couldnt be shiro because hes older and everyone else is in different houses so

At one point keith just blurts “Whats wrong with you?”

Lance gets all defensive because he takes it in a different way than Keith meant and thought Keith was saying he was flawed or something and he was broken and...

heres the langst

Lance just starts to get upset and is yelling saying nothing is wrong with him and he almost starts to cry because he’s just so confused and doesn’t know whats going on and he feels like hes not good enough for Gryffindor and

He has a lot of emotions

And he says all this, starting to ramble through tears, pouring all of his emotions out

Keef is shook

he doesn’t know what to do Lance never acted like this in front of him before and he’s never seen lance like this, so self conscious and doubting himself 

Keith doesn’t know how lance could even think these things because in his eyes-- lance is perfect

Lance has always been so much better at magic than he was

and He’s so confident and such a good Keeper 

He gingerly touches Lance’s shoulder. 

“Lance I--” Keith doesn’t know what words to say, but apparently he doesn’t need to say any

Lance wraps his arms around him, burying his face in his shoulder, sniffling

Keith is surprised at first because u know keef

He doesn’t know how to react when someone hugs him

He gently hugs lance back, resting his head on Lances and running his fingers through his hair

Lance calms down, his breathing slowing and seeming more relaxed

when he does, keith tries his best to tell him how great he thinks lance is and how hes jealous and all that

Lance pulls away, rubbing his eyes. 

“You mean it?” Keith nods solemnly, not looking at Lance. Lance touches his cheek, causing him to look back up, his brows knit together in confusion

Lance doesn’t know why, but he kisses him

(*klance fangirl in me starts screaming*)

and just??? the moment feels perfect to both of them? This was someone they always thought of as a rival, were always jealous of, and were always thinking about. They never truely understood their feelings for each other, until now

Shiro doesn’t comment when they walk into the dinning hall the next morning holding hands

But Pidge sure does 

Okay im trying to think of more headcanons involving people other than Shiro, Keith, and Lance because i love all the characters and they deserve attention

Hunk makes friends with two other Hufflepuff girls 

he he he yall know who it is

SHAY AND ROMELLE

MY GURLS

Shay and Romelle have been friends since they were first years and Shay yelled at Lotor for making fun of Romelle

they’ve been besties ever since

Hunk meets Shay and Romelle in Herbology because in like maybe 5th year or something Hufflepuff house was taught Herbology with the Slytherins. Every year before that it was either with Ravenclaw or Gryffindor so he would pair with Lance, Keith, Allura, or Shiro

Pidge was a year or two bellow him so they didn’t have classes together in case u were wondering

For the specific thing they needed a group of three and even though Hunk is a pretty nice guy and can make friends with everyone, everyone sorta had their trio

Because ofc he can find a PARTNER that was left out of their group of three, but suddenly they’re paired off in threes and there’s no sad loner who has no friends. 

Shay and Romelle have an opening in their group

Hunk goes to work with them

They’re honestly the cinnamon roll squad and when Hunk introduces them to his friends Lance and Pidge immediately nickname them that 

Hunk quickly falls in love with Shay

Like deeply in love

He’s always complimenting her and laughing at what she says

Romelle keeps trying to tell Shay that he likes her but Shay just goes “he’s just a nice person, Elle”

The Yule ball comes around ofc

and at this point Lance and Keith are dating

This is probably around.... Sixth year I want to say? 

So here’s the line up 

Keith and Lance go to the dance together

Shiro asks Adam in like this grand way and Adam is just like “wait we weren’t going together before??”

Matt doesn’t have a date but he invites Pidge because she threatened him (she wants to take pictures of Klance and Adashi acting cute and coupley to use as blackmail and Matt supports it)

Hunk starts freaking out because he really really really wants to ask Shay but he doesn’t know how

Lance gives him a pep talk, saying that she obviously likes him of course she’ll say yes

Hunk is still nervous

Lance is all like “C’mon asking your crush out isnt that bad if she says no she says no, but if she says yes then you get an awesome date.” 

“Says the one who had a crush on his boyfriend since second year and covered it up as a rivalry.” Lance looks offended.

“You need to stop hanging out with Pidge.” 

Lance decides to be Hunks wingman and starts asking Shay things like “You planning on going to the Yule Ball?” and “What do you think of Hunk?” He sees that she is very much interested and repots this to Hunk

He helps Hunk come up with a way to ask her

And its like the sweetest thing Romelle is in on it and she gives some stupid excuse as to why she cant study for herbology with them 

then her and lance hide behind a bookshelf, giggling

Hunk gets super flustered

But he manages to ask her

Shay also gets really flustered

But says yes

oof okay thats three of my big ships canon now for the fourth. 

When Hunk first introduces Allura to Romelle, her first thought is “Her. I want to date Her.” 

Now Lance and Allura have already come out to each other as bi disasters

It actually happened when Lance got with Keith and they were talking about him, doing facials (they take care of their skin with each other fite me) 

And Lance is just like “Yeah so I guess I like guys and girls” and allura is like “YOU CAN DO THAT” and lance is like “yeah????” and hes not sure if shes being biphobic or what and hes scared for like 0.1 second

and then allura just goes “Oh my god lonce i think i like guys and girls too”

And then they just start laughing

I guess I should also mention that they dated at one point too???

I don’t think it would’ve been super long, but probably around 3rd year they dated and thats actually probably how Allura got introduced to the Squad??

Lance first saw her when he finally joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team 

He got picked to be a Keeper the second year

So their first game is against ravenclaw

And he’s pretty good for the most part

And then all of a sudden he sees allura flying towards him and she looks so beautiful and how can she be so beautiful and--

She just scored a goal

and he was staring dumbly at her

So Lance and Allura’s relationship kind of developed like it did in the show with Lance flirting with her and Allura being annoyed to them becoming friends and eventually mutual crush

Allura’s actually the one to ask Lance out

They date for a while and theyre actually a really cute couple

(I may be a hardcore Klancer but I do find Allurlance cute on the occasion)

But after a bit... it kinda fades away?? I don’t know they just start to feel like when they kiss its not... not how they thought it would be??

They slowly start to realize that they kinda just want to be friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend

It just adds stress that they don’t want and they want to be able to tell each other anything without having to worry about stuff

so they break up soon after they start dating

sadly

but they dont?? feel too broken up about it???

The feeling was mutual

Plus they like each other much more as friends than romantic partners

They’re like the ultumate brotp 

Now they give each other facials every thursday

anyways

so allura finds out that she has a crush on Romelle

and who does she go to?

Ofc its lance hes a successful bi with a boyfriend

So he pretty much teaches her how to flirt

like seriously he teaches her how to flirt

And Allura makes it her duty to flirt with Romelle at every possibly oppertunity

Making Romelle freak out because how is she supposed to read this does she want to date Allura or????

They don’t really go any further for a while, its just allura slipping in little things every now and again or blowing kisses at romelle in the stands as she scores a goal

When the Yule ball rolls around, both Allura and Romelle dont have dates (Lotor asked Allura to the dance because they kissed one time in a game of spin the bottle and she responded with judoflipping him)

But they have fun

Everyone has fun actually

Its amazing and fluffy

(i feel like i should write a snapshot of this so i can finally write a fic that isnt centered around klance)

And a slow song comes on

Hunk and Shay awkwardly dance with each other, blushing brightly

Lance and Keith have their heads pressed together, Lance kissing Keith’s nose as they dance and making keith so flustered he stumbles and they both fall to the floor laughing

Adam and Shiro are that couple everyone is jealous of because theyre so perfect?? Like they have matching outfits and they dance gracefully and they kiss at just the right moments??

Pidge and Matt are god knows where probably videotaping the whole thing

And Allura kinda jokingly goes, “Well I guess then we should dance too.” And Romelle surprises her by taking her hand, pulling her onto the dancefloor

and freaking allura is actually really flustered and she’s blushing, having a hard time looking at Romelle

(romelle is having a hard time looking at her to fsajndvjhaio)

They’re both blushing. 

At the end of the song theyre much closer to each other than they started

They look up at each other

And then Romelle squeezes her eyes tight and kisses allura

It barely lasts for a second

Allura is shook

Romelle is in Lesbian Painc

Allura is in Bi Panic

Nobody seems to have noticed

but both girls are dying

And then allura just timidly asks, “Can you-- can you do that again?”

Pidge walks up to them kissing and just goes, “Oh thank god I thought I was going to have to force you two to kiss”

Because pidge oversees everything and knows everyones crushes that theyre too stupid to see

I feel bad for pidge i don’t really know what big moments she should have???

I feel like shes a trouble maker though

Not like cruel pranks or something 

But she likes to play jokes on people

A lot of the times that person is Lance

A lot of the time Keith is in on it

I also feel like eventually Allura and Romelle start to join her??

She recruits them for some big thing

Idk what

Its probably like a surprise for either Klance’s anniversary or Adashi’s 

And they love this way of life

Romelle betrays the cinnamon roll squad and goes to the dark side

Also a little more about pidge

She was almost a Hat Stall

Her two houses were Slytherin and Ravenclaw

But at like 4 min and 43 seconds the hat announced slytherin

her family is actually a mix of slytherins and ravenclaws

her dad and brother are ravenclaws

her mom is slytherin

OH AND BEFORE I LEAVE

Lances rivalry with Keith started because Keith bought the last of the candy he wanted on the train

And during like 7th year when they’re cuddling or something and Keith is like “why did u start this rivalry” and lance says it’s because he took the candy and Keith is SHOOK and goes “I would have shared if u asked”

and yeah i may add but heres most of the headcanons i came up with

#voltron #klance #adashi #hunay #romellura #allumelle #what is their ship name??? #pidge gunderson #hogwarts au #takashi shirogane #adam #lance mcclain #keith kogane #hunk garrett #shay #harry potter

[merlinthoughts]

Hey! I don't know if this is something that you've been asked, or if this is something that you're comfortable with answering, but do you have any ships/sexuality headcanons for the Merlin characters? Also, I love your reactions to the episodes, keep updating us with them!

okay im gonna tell you guys right off the bat that this is a long one, sorry!

honestly, merlin and arthur had my heart the moment arthur said “do i know you”, which, unsurprisingly, is my favourite scene so far between them. they are my number one, and i know a lot of people ship them on here so i guess im not alone.

i do like lance and gwen together. A LOT. theyre real cute

and i never thought to think about morgana and gwen but thats also fricking cute, i wouldn’t be opposed to that either.

(but i know bbc has its run with queer bating so i probably will put that past me as long as i get a good story out of it, im not going to be upset if nothing happens between these guys as long as they have an actual relationship/character growth.)

now for headcanons???

honestly, i dont really have much to go on since im only on episode 9. and i would kind of be bias since i have my ships and id probably want those characters to be pan/bi/gay/straight to fulfill those roles i so wish for them to be.

but if im going by facts only, and from what i have seen rather than what i hope will be true:

merlin’s probably bi, im getting a lot of hints towards it, but i can’t say for sure. he got really flustered with lance, and basically worshiped the man. however, i see sometimes he’s fond of gwen (which i dont think will go anywhere, if im being honest) and had a weird fling with “kara” for a few seconds to my dismay. 

and for arthur, i think he’s trying to not let that stuff get to his head since he’s so concentrated on being a good son to his father and since he’s the crown prince, having a “princess” is expected upon him. honestly, i feel like he would most likely be gay from the bunch (or at least bi, depending on where his character goes) and that’s probably my biggest headcanon. you can tell in some scene his face is portraying a sort of confused look around the boys he got to know. he had that thing with sophia, but most of the time he was hypnotised into liking her, and when he tried to snap out of it (especially when merlin was there), he didn’t seem to have any interest in her. the moment the episode finished, he was very panicky about having been “eloped” with her. because if i recall, the last thing he should remember would be when he went hunting with her. merlin said: “oh, so you’re going hunting with her, huh?” and he said something like “it’s not like that.”

(this also bring back to the “you’re putting her in the room at the far end of the tower when theres one right next to yours” and arthur goes “its common courtesy” before merlin changes his mind about the whole ordeal. goddamit merlin)

most of these headcanons also come from that lancelot episode, god lance can just change up someones sexuality huh

however, i am really early in the season and i will give you updates on where i see the characters. not quite sure with gwen and morgana, however.

all i know is that uther should be classified as a bitch.

also thank you!!! im glad you’re liking it :D

#ask

[sunnybimbo]

@tanyasm10 im not sure if you still use tumblr or if you’ve completely migrated to twitter, but have this here anyway!

hunk and keith try to ice skate!! yeah

Hunk nervously skitters on the edge of the rink, wringing his hands.

Keith stands half on the ice, holding his palm out to Hunk. “C’mon. We’re in this together.”

“You’re so serious.” Hunk laughs, though it’s more him panicking than anything. Keith steps back onto the flat carpet to grab his hand and tug him forward. Not forceful— not to shove him on the ice— but to urge him on.

“I’ll try not to let you fall.”

“You don’t know how to skate either.” Hunk bemoans. “Why did we let Lance talk us into this?”

Keith glances onto the ice, past Pidge being lifted high above Shiro’s head as they spin in the middle of the rink (rather, past her clinging to him like a wet cat as he tries to urge her out of her comfort zone.

Past Coran skating circles around a pack of children who are in awe of both his accent and his mustache decorated with Christmas baubles.

Past the other ice-skaters, until Keith’s eyes lock with Lance’s, who is showing off his skin-tight, low-cut skating outfit to none other than Allura. He’s got a leg lifted on the barrier the separates the carpet from the ice, maybe to show off his flexibility or maybe to flash Allura, Keith isn’t really sure, but she seems to be into the way the icy-blue spandex clings to him.

“I have no idea.” Keith says, breaking away when Lance’s grin gets too shit-eatery. “We’ll go slow, Hunk. We’re already here— might as well try it.”

When Keith pulls him too close to the ice, Hunk shrinks up like a clam biting down on a pearl. “I don’t like trying new things.”

“You love trying new things.” Keith laughs, in spite of trying to be serious. “You’re a scientist.”

“Engineer.” A couple squeezes past them, eager to get in on the rest of the fun, and Hunk hurries to huddle off to the side.

Very eloquently, Keith says, “Bah.”

He slides onto the ice, one foot at a time. It’s easy to balance after years of hopping from one foot to the other when practicing martial arts, but the momentum is harder to control. He ends up clinging to the wall, careful not to let himself fall unless he wants Hunk to stay carpet-bound for the entire night.

“See?” He says, after a long moment of sliding this way and that. He doesn’t let go just yet, and Hunk pointedly stares down at his hands.

Shiro passes by, Pidge curled around his shoulders. “You two okay?”

Pidge reaches down to ruffle Keith’s hair. It’s obvious she’s adoring the new height, as frightened she is that Shiro’s gonna drop her onto the unforgiving, solid ground. “Told ya you should’ve taken lessons.”

“You’re not helping.” Keith says, turning his nose up. “Go tell Lance to stop exposing himself to the general public.”

Hunk snorts at that, though he muffles it beneath his mittens. He’s hovering at the edge between the ice and safe-ground, though, so Keith doesn’t call attention to him.

“Coran could probably have you guys flying around her as soon as he loses his new tails.”

All four of them look over to the growing kid-posse that Coran was accumulating. Some of the children were hanging from his arms— which looked like a total liability if not for the ease Coran was displaying handling them— and others were eagerly hopping like bunnies at his feet as he regales a tale or another about his dramatic (and somewhat overstated) history.

Hunk succumbs to his nerves and circles back to the safe side of the wall. “I don’t think he’s getting free of those little grubby hands for a while.”

“I don’t think he wants to.” Shiro shakes his head, nudging Keith with his foot. It nearly sends Keith sprawling to the floor, and he fumbles so hard that he nearly slips into a side-split.

When he rights himself, bent at the knees and arms extending in front of him, Shiro is wide-eyed and biting his lip to keep from keeling over from laughter.

“I,” Keith begins, “do not like you.”

“You love him.” Pidge dismisses, before Shiro even starts to respond. She points over to Coran’s kids. “Let’s go show them a real skater, Shiro.”

“You’re volunteering?”

“Uh, no.” Pidge snorts. “You’re the legs, I’m the brain. Obviously. First we’ll impress them with a triple flip, and that should get most of them.”

“What, like a Lutz? Do I look professional to you?” Shiro kicks off anyway, with a soft pat to Keith’s back and a nod in Hunk’s direction.

“You’ve got the hair for it!”

Their voices disappear to blend in with the rest of the crowd, and Hunk shakes his head. Keith has that resolute notch in his brow, downturning his entire expression as he focuses on looking calm while he tries to gather his new bearings.

“Maybe I can just go buy us something hot to drink? And some soft pretzels?”

Keith straightens to his full height, eyes shutting. He slides back a few inches— on purpose, by the looks of it— and kicks forward in a small, wobbly circle.

Which, to Hunk, is witchcraft. When Keith loops back around, Hunk is there to receive him with applause and a wide-eyed look.

“And you said you’ve never been on ice before.” Hunk tsks, waddling like a penguin further away from the entrance to the rink.

“Mm.” Keith reaches for him again, grabby hands and all. He disregards Hunk shaking his head and grips him by the shoulder, urging him to the ice again. “C’mon. I’ll figure this out by the time we circle around the rink. I won’t let you fall.”

Hunk doesn’t let himself get shoved, but he finds himself half on the ice anyway. Damn him. “You can’t promise that.”

“I’m going to.” Keith stands, resolute. He keeps his palms steady as Hunk grabs for them, squeezing tight. “Just don’t panic.”

Hunk feels himself turning red at how quickly Keith is taking the reins. He always was good at physical activities, so Hunk wasn’t sure why he was so surprised that this would be just fine for him— but to be dragging back his progress made him feel a bit lackluster inside.

His skates make that terrifying nose that is metal blades sliding across solid, near frictionless mass, but when he jumps, Keith keeps him steady. He slides a few inches, yes, but they don’t go tumbling immediately.

When he fully makes it to the ice safe and sound, Keith smiles at him. He breathes a sigh, through his nose, and moves to Hunk’s left to give him space. The wall stays steady, a beacon of protection in Hunk’s mind, on his right, and Hunk suddenly doesn’t feel so apprehensive.

“There we go.” Keith soothes, sliding one foot forward. “Just follow my lead.”

“Aye, aye.” Hunk would salute, if he wasn’t gripping the railings so tightly. He follows Keith a quarter of the way down before he has to pause and take a breath. People dodge around them, hardly deterred by them going so slow, and Hunk soon starts to calm the longer they go without incident.

Keith extends further out, taking up more space. He wasn’t self-conscious in the slightest for cutting through groups hanging out in the middle, or by letting a child pass between them. Through the slow-pace, he keeps Hunk’s hand held tight in his grip.

Hunk kinda feels like he’s floating, and he’s not sure it’s from the physical activity. Keith has both his eyes keenly trained on Hunk’s entire countenance, and it’s making him happier than it should to be given that much attention at once.

Not that he’s poor in the currency that is Keith’s attention. But it was always flustering to have more of it.

“You’re doing great.” Keith murmurs, reaching up to press his thumb against Hunk’s cheek. A loving gesture, if not for the frozen temperature of his skin.

“Get a room!”

Lance passes by, backwards to tease them face to face. Allura isn’t by his side, still tying her laces after being distracted for the last half-hour by Lance’s show. Hunk can see from there how red her face was, and he would comment on him giving her a heart attack one of these days if not for how much he had to concentrate on his balance with his friend’s sudden pop up. It was like when you’re engrossed in a pirated movie and you accidentally click, and suddenly a dozen ads take up your screen and interrupt the mood.

Not that Hunk didn’t enjoy Lance’s company. But, Keith was rare with the touches, especially in public. C’mon, man.

“Speak for yourself, you exhibitionist.” Keith says, completely straight-faced.

Lance chuffs, like a cat stunned that a box was too small to fit them, but Hunk is so startled by the sudden accusation that he laughs, quick and loud. And that is enough to throw him off balance, sending him tumbling to the ground.

And, because Keith is clinging to him so tight (or, the other way around), he goes flying with him.

Lance inhales so sharply that it’s like glass cracking, another stunned noise all at once, but Hunk is too busy shooing away the birds tweeting at him as they circle around his head. You know, proverbially.

He’s lucky he fell ass first.

Keith ends up sprawled half on top of him, dazed by the wide-eyed look he has.

Hunk laughs again, pressing an embarrassed hand to his own forehead to hide himself. “You said you wouldn’t let me fall!”

Keith hardly has a retort for it. He just picks himself up, palm to the cold, and starts to laugh harder than he has the entire night. It sends tremors through his entire body, and the sound of it only urges Hunk to laugh more, too.

“I’m sorry.” Keith wheezes, shoving some of his hair out of his face. It’s the most beautiful sound— most beautiful view, that is Keith hovering atop him and laughing without a care. “I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”

“You and me both.”

Lance tsks at them, but he exits the scene before he gets accused of ice-skating crimes.

Keith slides to his knees, then up on his feet again. He has to lean against the wall to stop from sliding back down as he tries to help Hunk up, and in the end they both end up on their knees on the ice again before they stop laughing.

Hunk has literal tears in his eyes when he finally makes it to his feet, and Keith is well past interpretation with how unintelligible his sentences have gotten, but Hunk can honestly say that this is the best he’s felt all night.

He kisses him, crowding him right across the wall. Both his mittened-hands come to rest on Keith’s shoulders, because that’s the only way he can stay upright and not end up with his face buried in Keith’s stomach from another fall, but Keith doesn’t seem to mind as he giggles against Hunk’s lips.

His cold fingers find their way to Hunk’s cheeks again, stealing the warmth there until Hunk’s already red nose has scrunched up, and his cheeks are rosy to match.

“Sorry for letting you fall. I broke my promise.”

“I don’t think you let me.” Hunk sighs, happy and content. Even if he really wanted to, he’s not sure he can be mad with how earnestly Keith was trying to teach him. And, besides that, he was all gooey inside just from being able to hold his hand for so long. “But, it’s okay.”

Keith tips up for a kiss, teetering dangerously on his skates, and Hunk meets him in the middle.

Lance comes back, the trouble-maker, hanging on Allura’s arm. He whispers something in her ear, and, when Keith drops back on his feet and Hunk has pulled away, she obediently yells, “Get a room!”

#heith #voltron #hunk #keith #jam writes #long post #yeet

[fangirlunderground-blog]

Meta Monday

!MAJOR SPOILERS! for season 6 of Voltron: Legendary Defender. If you can’t watch yet, might I recommend some of my favorite Sheith AUs instead? For everyone else, here are six things I’m currently living for: 

1) “I love you;” 2) “You found me;” 3) Schrödinger's Shiro is finally over; 4) Keith is now 21, end of debate; 5) Space Wolf has two daddies; and, of course, 6) All this new Sheith meta on my dash! ...So much meta, in fact, that despite it only having been out for a couple of days, I might have gone overboard on today’s Meta Monday (and yes, it’s exclusively about Sheith in season 6). 

At this rate, I may even wind up doing a Part Two in the next week or two, or maybe a follow up with meta from previous seasons. Let me know if you’re interested in that! And, as always, let the original authors know you appreciate their work. 🦁 

Voltron: Legendary Defender - Keith/Shiro

Black didn’t pick Keith to be her paladin, Shiro did by @belovedsheith, You know what I just realized? We’ve been talking about how Shiro allowed Kuron to pilot Black, right? But that means…Black didn’t pick Keith to be her paladin. Shiro did. (Mirror Link)

Brother vs. ‘Brother’: A Sheith meta by @ea-stofnar​, [...] Still with me? Okay, so to lay the groundwork for this meta, I first need to address the elephant in the room; the word that a lot of people in this fandom seem to get stuck on. That word is ‘Brother.’ Now whether you’re an anti or a Sheith shipper, that word holds a lot of weight. For antis because they’ve stuffed, mounted and made it their grizzly rallying cry; claiming that it means Sheith is dead and we are fools who continue to ship it. And we shippers get caught in the trap. The majority of the fandom seems to either try and talk around it, or pretend it doesn’t exist within the context of Shiro and Keith’s relationship. I say, we don’t have to do either. (Mirror Link)

The DND episode was so important for Shiro/Kuron than we think and here’s why by @jaegereska, It showed Kuron was fucking human being, that it wasn’t an act, and that he is still Shiro, himself, despite it all. He wanted to spend his time off with the team, he was already playing with Coran Pidge and Hunk before Allura and Lance decided to join them. (Fun side note: Haggar probably watched the whole dnd session through Kuron). (Mirror Link) 

Sheith evidence from the French version (and other languages) by @spiftynifty, I’m tired of the totes desperate brogane/dadgane rhetoric going around about this season. So here’s the french version of the “raising him” scene, just in case anyone needed further clarification that Krolia wasn’t saying “thanks for adopting my son”. In dialogue she says, “He’s the man he is today because of you.” The captions offer a slightly less profound, “Thanks for making him the man he is today”. (Mirror Link)

Sheith isn’t dead by @saltyshiro, Here’s the thing, anon - I don’t at all feel that sheith is dead or anything like that bc of the “You’re my brother. I love you” line. In fact it just reaffirmed my love for sheith :’) @arahir made a great point about this before the season dropped - the whole brotherly or sisterly love thing is something that’s pretty common among queer ppl. (Mirror Link)

Shiro’s love for Keith by @arahir, Oh man, I’m really glad someone asked [if Shiro cares about Keith just as much]. I think the way Shiro acts toward/around Keith is one of the most well produced parts of vld. they do such an incredible job with Shiro’s character in general, but so much of his character depth is centered on Keith. No matter how you interpret their relationship, the fact that they love each other is never in question, and it’s done so well. (Mirror Link)

Keith and Shiro’s bond by @as-many-times-as-it-takes, It wasn’t a lack of time, but a lack of connection. He was able to appear just brief enough to Lance, as they still have a great bond, as Shiro does with the other Paladins. But not like Keith. (Mirror Link)

Krolia’s line on Shiro “raising” Keith is not literal by @quiznackingqueen, I’ve gotten a few asks about this, and I keep seeing antis harp on this line, so we’re gonna take a closer look at it. This is definition of raise I see the antis using: to care for a child or young animal until it is able to take care of itself. This doesn’t fit the situation. Shiro was not Keith’s guardian, he wasn’t a parental figure, he was not literally responsible for Keith’s well being. That fell to Keith’s actual guardians, be they the Garrison, the employees at the home, or Keith’s case worker. These were the people that kept Keith fed and clothed and safe. (Mirror Link)  

Kuron’s Reaction to Older Keith by @dent-de-leon, Yes!! I’m a bi guy myself and I wholeheartedly agree. So, let’s get to it–for one thing, Kuron is a bit flustered in this scene, it’s so sweet. As soon as Keith gets on the comms, you can hear in Kuron’s voice just how much this boy means to him. He literally stutters. One moment he was completely composed and in control, but then Keith is suddenly back and his whole world is off its axis. “Keith? I–are you okay?” He stumbles, stops. He just doesn’t know how to place his emotions, and he’s visibly affected by this. He’s also the only one who takes the time to ask if Keith’s alright. Because no matter what, that’s what matters to him most. He obviously cares a lot. (Mirror Link)

The part I can’t stop thinking about from this season is this by @arahir, [...] He has absolutely no hope for himself anymore. For all he knows, this is the last time he’s going to see Keith or talk to anyone, but still, all he cares about in that moment is Keith. He just wants to know Keith can believe in himself and be ok. (Mirror Link)

The purple glow by @kcgane, Okay so if Shiro’s soul was in Black all along and when Allura transferred his soul back to the clone body that purple glow showed up... when Keith was piloting Black and that purple glow was there could that have been Shiro’s presence there with him?!?! (Mirror Link)

Sacrifice and Keith’s Development by @begrudging-fudanshi, I just have to point this out. These two scenes have some very interesting parallels that really showcase Keith’s development. First and most obvious, it’s pretty clear in both that Keith thinks he’s going to die, and in both he closes his eyes in preparation for what’s to come. However, there’s a huge difference between them. (Mirror Link)

Shiro went out of his way just to be in Keith’s arms by @im-love-sheith, [...] This scene at the end where Shiro leans into Keith. At first i thought “aw thats sweet, he happened to lean into Keith” but thinking back on it, even though Shiro was exhausted and literally just came back from the dead, he chose to lean on Keith specifically. (Mirror Link)

There’s always one episode in each season in which Keith finds Shiro by @zoetekohana, I had a thought about the “you found me” + “how many times are you gonna have to save me before this is over? as many times as it takes” quotes for Shiro/Keith. (Mirror Link)

Why I still ship Sheith, and it’s not “dead” by @dent-de-leon, [...] So, let’s get started with the dreaded ages thing that always comes up, just get that out of the way. According to the guidebook, they were 18 and 25 respectively at the start of the series. Shiro hasnt aged in the astral plane. Since, you know he’s been dead. And it’s more or less implied that Shiro has been gone for months, and then they meet Lotor and there’s the whole time that conflict plays out, then we fast forward to after he lays low and Keith says “Lotor hasnt been seen for months.” we can infer that more or less a year has elapsed since Shiro’s death/disappearance. Adding in the two year time skip, that puts them at about 21 and 25 respectively. You know, a completely reasonable age difference. (Mirror Link)

“You’re my brother.” by @biscoote, I’m gonna be honest I’m not the best at articulating my thoughts into words but hear me out because I think it’s worth looking at just what the term brother, and what brotherhood means to two men. So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking over the last few days after watching this episode, thinking especially about this comment and all the different responses to it and Shiro and Keith’s relationship as a whole. I’ve also been especially attuned to male / male dynamics (platonic or romantic) and how they play out in media specifically. (Mirror Link)

#vld spoilers #vld s6 spoilers #sheith #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #vld s6 #voltron #vld #voltron: legendary defender #m/m #meta #meta monday #fangirlrecs #mm37

[tostito-road]

Part 3 of this langsty fanfic

So @magicalmusing asked me to tag them in this post, Im new to this so I hope this is what you meant haha

Anyway here it is.

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Lance walked back to the cave in the drizzle, worrying if he brought enough wood for a fire, or if they could last long enough to be rescued.

His mind began filling with worries.

What were they gonna eat? He would have to hunt for something. Heck, his mama's recipies never prepared him for cooking wild alien animals, they didn't even know where they were. He just hoped that they didn't come across an animal that would rather eat them.

As he dwelled on his thoughts, he noticed that it was getting considerably darker and a bit more chilly.

"Shoot"he cursed. His pace got quicker, he had to get back to the cave before he lost the way in the darkness.

Getting lost in the jungle at night? Not on his to do list.

Lance couldn't wait to get out of his wet suit. As soon as he was inside the cave he threw all the branches and bark into the corner and started stripping.

He only left on his lycra pants and was very much shirtless.

"If Keith woke up right now, he would be very confused" Lance chuckled in his mind.

Now he had to start the fire, while he was working on setting up the bark and peeling the branches he glanced at Keith. There was no sight that he had moved while he was gone. And lance didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Finally he picked up the lighter and lit a small piece of bark and he threw it in the pile. He watched as the flame began to rise until he began to feel the warmth hit his face and body, and he could no longer feel the cold from outside.

He stood up and made his way over to Keith, he figured that now was the best time to try and wake him.

He reached out to move some of Keith's bangs away from his sleeping face, and his hand hoovered there. His thumb began to trace his side of his face, under his eyelids, over his cheekbones , engraving every part of him into his mind.

He never realized Keith had such long lashes, they framed his face perfectly. Damn, he really had fallen in love with the most beautiful person in the galaxy.

Keith shifted.

Lanced jumped back in surprise, but imediately leaned closer to check what that was.

"Keith? Are you awake buddy?" Lance whispered.

He poked Keith's cheek . Once, twice, three times. No reponse.

"Hmm i guess that was a reflex or something" Lance wondered outloud.

"Well now that you're out cold, I guess I'll clean that nasty wound."

He grabbed the scissors and began to carefully cut open Keith's weird suit. He had always wondered why Keith decided to leave them. He talked about how the blade needed him and what not. But he didn't realize that voltron needed him.

Lance needed him.

Lance remembered that the most painful part of it all to him, was the fact that when Keith made his decision, Lance never popped into his head, not once.

At least, that's what it felt like.

He stopped cutting the thin fabric just right above where Keith's waistline began.

And started to carefully lift it up. The wound was a dried bloody mess.

He grabbed the alcohol and some bandages, and carefully cleaned around it, if he touched the inside, Keith would probably wake up from the pain. He would've waited for Keith to wake up, but if he left the wound it might have gotten infected.

He braced himself and in one swift motion be poured the alcohol into the wound.

Keith woke up screaming and doubling over in pain.

"It burns! Fuck! It burns! "

Lance jumped to try to hold him down. "Keith! Calm down! You're gonna hurt yourself! Stop!"

He struggled against Keith until he finally pined him down, Lance on top of him.

"Lance?" Keith rasped as he look at him through cracked eyes.

Lance held his wrists on the ground on either side of his face. He was flushed and wide eyed.

"Hey it's ok, calm down." Lance spoke softly.

"Lance, what the fu-" he didn't get to finish his sentence, he had passed out yet again. If Lance had to guess why. He would say from the pain.

He felt both flustered and guilty. He felt like everything that he was trying to do just made things worse. In silence he applied the magic goo to the wound bandaged it up and hoped that it would work.

Then he sat down next to Keith, hugging his legs, with his chin resting on his arms. Looking outside.

And he waited.

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Another 3 am fic. I hope u like it

Let me know what u think c: yeh

Part 4

#langst #lance #lance mcclain #voltron #keith #keith kogane #fluff #fan fic #cool cool #see ya #klance #klangst

[lw2littlewolf]

Soulmate AU part 1

Taken from irandomlydontgiveaflyingfuck's post

Soulmate Au

Taken from the tumblr post by @irandomlydontgiveaflyingfuck

This is a two part story, and I don't think it turned out very well.

LThe ages will be a little off of what happens in the show, but just bear with it.

Everyone knows about our reflections. We only ever see ourselves, and our soulmates. There are some people who walk around with a mirror on them at all times, and check it semi regularly to see if the person next to them is there soulmate. Others who never really look, just occasionally look in reflective surfaces and eventually find them, and then the ones like me. My brother Shiro found his soulmate by accident. He was a highschool teachers, at the age of 20. One day he walked into class, and his assistant, Matt Holt was showing them the fact that the only person who could see your reflection besides yourself was your soul mate. Matt turned to Shiro, and had him demonstrate. They stood in front of the mirror, then realized they could see their reflections, and each others. The class was so happy for them they actually held a party. At the time I was in 8th grade.

Since then, i've been more actively avoiding looking in mirrors, and reflective surfaces. I only look in the mirror in the morning, to see if i'm presentable for work. Im now working as a mechanic, and am a proje of Allura Altea. The shop is called The Castle, and for good reason. The main shop doors would fit a semmi, with a Caterpillar 797F on its back. These doors were HUGE.

When she hired me she gave me my trusty bike, Red. at the time Red had been slightly beat up, but now the beautiful harley purrs whenever I start her. There are two other people working under Allura that I know fairly well. I don't talk to them mutch, but then I don't really talk to anyone much. There names are Hunk and Katie. Katie is a spitfire, and prefers to be called Pidge, since then she can be whoever she wants, without people judging who she is. Hunk and Pidge are the tech experts, they deal with the newer cars and their problems, I mainly change the oil, tiers, do the tuneups, that sort of thing. Allura calls us her paladins, but when she hired Shiro, after his accident that had cost him his arm, we started to call the two our ‘Space mom and dad’ just to see them get flustered at us. I got the worst of it, since I then had to go home and live with Shiro. I used to have an apartment of my own, but it got caught in a fire, and the entire building was destroyed. Luckily I was at work fixing up a leak on red. Some of my neighbors weren't so lucky.

I was actualy pissd about that, since they had been good people, and the landlords had failed to mention that the wiring was faulty on our floor. At first I was contemplating pressing charges, but the decided against it.

“Hello there number 4. What's troubling you so much today?” Coran asked. Coran had been working for Allura as long as I can remember.

“Yo, Coran, sorry i'm late, you wanted me to help with something?” a voice behind me said.

“Ah, Lance, yes. By the way this here is Keith. Keith this is Lance, the one who helps me to drive the people's cars back to them.” Coran said.

“I also do paint jobs, and touch ups to.” said other person.

I turned around and extended my hand, knowing full well that my gloves were covered in grease. But if he couldn't handle that, then he didn't belong working in a mechanics shop. He glanced at my gloves, and shook my hand smiling.

“Keith, what did I tell you about challenging the other workers. You and your unspoken challenges are what made the last three workers quit.” Allura said from behind me.

“Sorry ‘Llura, but they wouldn't have been any help. If they couldn't even stand a little grease, they then had no business trying to work in a mechanics shop. I cat stand that kind of person. All worried about there clothes and nails. Disgusting since they didn't even think about what the job of a mechanic is.” I said, turning back to Red and tightening the final bolt.

“There you are Keith. How many times did I tell you this morning that Adam and I want you over for our dinner party before you come?” Shiro said coming into the room.

“Probably a million more times? I really don't want to go. I already know that it is mainly so you can get me a boyfriend, or my soulmate. So don't even try to deny it.” I said, completely forgetting the others were there. “Just because your my brother, doesn't mean that i'm going to just listen to you. On top of that, I already have enough trouble with that asshole Lotor. He won't leave me alone, and if I go to your party and make it kind of obvious that I don't have a date, he is probably going to try and hook up with me. Lotor needs to take a quiznacking hint!” I yell at my brother.

I then turn back to Red, and clean her up, before putting my tools away. Only when I turned to put the box away, did I realize that the others were there. Even Pidge and Hunk and joined the group.

“Sorry” I mutter, then put the box down and healed my bike out ot the front.

“Excuse me, do you work here?” a voice behind me asked. I turned and saw a younger girl. She looked to be around 16 years old

“Yah, do you need something?” I asked.

“Yah, I was wondering if you could take a look at my motorcycle. It's the grey one with the wolf head painted on it. My sisters is the pink and purple one. She is across the street, but it would be a good idea to check hers out to. Mine wont start, and I have no idea why. Hers is having some kind of trouble, and overheats way to fast and easily.” she said, looking like she didn't want to bother me if I was busily.

“Sure, I'll take a look.” I said. “Just let me grab someone else to help me push them in and get the station ready.” I said waling inside.

“Hey, um can someone help me with this customer?” her bike is having troubles and her sisters to. Allura is it alright if I put them in the same boy I usually put Red in?” I ask.

“Sure, Lance help him, Shiro get the tools, and keith, I might have you working on all of the motorcycles that come in, since your so good with them.” she replied. I nodded then went back outside with lance trailing behind me.

“Hey, so this is my sister. Oh, I almost forgot, my name is Audrey, and hers is Carlene. Her boyfriend dropped us and our bikes off, and he will be back soon to pick her up. I hope it won't be a bother if I stay.” she said, looking kind of nervous.

“Im sure itll be fine, besides I need someone to tell me what has been happening to them.” I said. “By the way my name is Keith, and this is Lance. Come on in.” I said, moaning for her to follow us, and Lance and I started to push the bikes in to the shop.

[kirishwima]

“I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.” Lance to Keith maybe? B) but anything is fine

you know just what to send to break my heart now don’t you? B))

Hope you like it!

From these prompts

*****

There’s something about looking at old photographs.It’s not tangible, it’s not an emotion you can really describe.

Keith would call it nostalgia, but it’s not, not really.

There’s nothing nostalgic in the photos where he stands alone, a pouty child that doesn’t look to the lens, the person behind it not catching his interest, not meeting his gaze.

There’s nothing nostalgic in the photographs he sent to his brother Shiro in his high school years, sitting behind a desk with bloodshot eyes and cigarettes roughly hidden in the background, photographs captured and sent only to prove that he’s alive and as well as he could be when staying alone, when his apartment was always too dark, too quiet. Too lonesome.

He supposes, though, that the feeling changes as he scrolls through his phone, looking to his recent photographs.

It starts slow.

A photograph of him, Shiro, Matt and Pidge, all looking to the camera with tired smiles, after a day of packing and moving; it was the day he and Pidge moved in together to start university, anxiety in their stomachs and a rush on their cheeks.

There’s more, of Pidge trying to reach a cupboard and standing on a chair on her tiptoes. Matt, playing video games with Shiro, his mouth open as if yelling, Shiro smirking as he glares at the screen.

Then come more people.

There’s Allura, her elbow resting cheekily on Shiro’s shoulder, looking to the lens with an effortless beauty, a small smile and a wink. Keith is somewhere in the background, his lips turned into a frown, a pile of books to his side.

Here comes Hunk next, a shy smile and hands forming the victory sign, Keith standing next to him with a neutral expression, Pidge in-between them holding a teddybear that’s the same height as her, the blinking lights of an arcade behind them.

Then there’s Lance.

A blurry photo at first, one he took himself with a casual smile and half lidded eyes, which he then instructed Keith to set as his contact photo.

Another of Lance and Hunk, devilish smirks and a few more with expressions more ridiculous than the other, on a day Keith left them unsupervised with his phone.

There’s a photo of Lance and Keith that Hunk took last year on halloween, dressed as Scully and Mulder, Lance’s height simply unfair in the short black heels he was wearing, his wig falling slightly to the side. Pidge is there too in the back, dressed in a green morph suit with beady black eyes, holding a sign saying ‘I want to believe’.

Keith won’t admit to taking the next few photos.If anyone asks, he’ll insist it wasn’t him that took them, that he doesn’t even know how they ended up on his phone.

But there’s a photo of Lance, his eyes shut and lips parted, his cheek resting on his palm, glasses pushed up and expression serene, half-asleep over a pile of medical books.

Keith only took it to tease him for it after, for falling asleep in the middle of a study session.He never expected his stomach to twist and turn, for his heart to leap, hands shakily begging to go through Lance’s hair, to feel the urge to kiss the silly expression off the boys’ lips.

There came more candid photos after that.Of Lance having coffee, the froth of it sticking to his upper lip like a moustache, one eyebrow arching as he recognises what happened. There’s sunlight hitting his eyes, making them impossibly lighter, his skin molten and expression incredulously adorable.

Lance, with his fingers hidden in his sweater and covering half his face, nose red from the cold, looking to the camera, to Keith with a frown, eyebrows furrowing yet eyes full of emotion.

Lance with his damn grin, showing off white teeth and crinkles by his eyes, glasses resting on his head and pushing tuffs of hair back and away from his face, and then another immediately after, the softest of expressions on his face, his smile small and gentle, an emotion in them Keith can’t pinpoint.

This isn’t love.He can’t let it be love.

Lance is Keith’s friend, has been for years now, and Keith would be lying if he said he didn’t dream of the day he could stand across Lance and tell him what he feels, what the butterflies in his stomach do to him, how his heart threatens to burst each time Lance smiles his way.

But he also knows that whatever it is he has with Lance is fragile, not malleable in the least bit.

He knows Lance, knows how he flirts, how he leans close and winks towards people he finds attractive, with that sly smirk and raising eyebrows, body languid in what he’s conveying.

He knows Lance would never choose him.

With a sigh, he puts his phone down, exiting the photos app, looking to the door of the half-empty coffee shop as the bell chimes over it clink, three figures he’s come to recognise in a crowd slowly entering and coming his way.

Keith nods and smiles, digging his nails in his palms when Lance takes notice of him and his lips turn upwards, a laugh and hello already on his tongue.

Keith can’t lose this.He can’t lose Lance.

Even if the feelings eat him up on the inside.

*****It’s the middle of exam season, the library becoming Keith and Lance’s second home, Pidge and Hunk content to visit every so often and bring the two coffees and snacks, since their exam period is different from theirs; they’re in engineering and Lance and Keith are in medical sciences.

They’ve been at it since morning, gobbling up book after book, information entering and exiting their brains at impossible rates.

It’s around midnight when Lance groans across of him, stretching in his seat before slumping down, his chin hiding into the fabric of his hoodie.

“I’m tired” he exclaimed with a huff, slipping lower and lower into his seat.

“Drink some coffee?” Keith offered, nudging his still warm plastic cup to Lance who accepts is with a pout, bringing it to his lips before coughing and pushing it back to Keith in disgust.

“It’s sweet! It’s so sweet oh my god I feel my pancreas dying-“

Even through his antics Keith laughs, relishing in the way Lance exaggerates and frowns, going as far as to stick his tongue out, looking to the offending coffee with a menace.

“It’s not even that bad” Keith shrugged.“It is the living embodiment of bad” Lance retorted, “how do you even drink this?! It’s so sweet!”

Keith couldn’t prepare for what he’d say next.It was probably because of the fatigue, because of the blurriness in his vision, because of the stars he saw in Lance’s eyes when he turned to face him, big baby blues looking to him, hair tousled and lips pursed.

“You’re sweet.”

Neither of them spoke for a minute, simply looking to one another with wide eyes, Keith realising what he said a little too late.

Lance blinked once, twice, mouth flapping open and close before he looked away, his sleeve-covered knuckles reaching up to hide his face.

“Sweet-I’m-don’t tease me like that” he mumbled.

Keith was about to apologise, before Lance continued, catching him off guard.

“If anything, you’re sweet” he whispered, so quiet it’d be otherwise lost in sound if not for the quietness of the library.

Keith said nothing, choosing instead to gulp and look back to his books, photos of bone and muscle swirling and blending.   , unable to delete the image of Lance’s flustered mind from his memory.

He wished he could have snapped a photo of that expression.He just prayed his mind would never remove it from memory.

*****The instances where Keith’s tongue slipped increased, and so did the times Lance would stare and blush, hiding into the comfort of his sleeves and shaking his head as Keith pondered why he’d just said whatever it is he’d just said.

He wasn’t sure why, but there was something about the way Lance shied away that made his chest grow tight, heartbeat increasing.

Lance was never one to shy away from attention.He relished in the way people called him handsome or smooth, he’d smirk when girls giggled at his jokes, wink to boys who flirted back.

Why would he shy away from a mere comment of Keith’s?

The thoughts ate Keith up inside, to the point where he’d stay up at night, sitting on his windowsill with a dying cigarette, looking to the sky for answers, but to no avail.

He wouldn’t get his answer until a month later, on a lazy night at his apartment when Pidge was out with Matt and Allura.

He was content with staying in for the night, maybe get some work done and play some of the video games Shiro brought with him on his last visit.

It was nearing midnight when his phone buzzed, getting two messages at once.

(1) Pidgetron: “ay keef, im stayin @ alluras tonight. dont burn the house down k”

He sighed and replied a quick ‘OK’, heading to the text under hers.

(1)Lancey Lance: “hey can are u at home?”

That made him sit up from the couch he was laying on, looking intensely to his phone.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He replied hastily, holding his phone in his hand while he walked around the apartment, waiting for a reply.

His phone buzzed soon enough, a few consecutive messages in a row.

(4)Lancey Lance: “can i come over?”(3)Lancey Lance: “its late but i just..”(2)Lancey Lance: “no never mind, its fine”(1)Lancey Lance: “goodnight :)”

Keith clicked his tongue and wasted no time punching in Lance’s number and calling, waiting a few rings until Lance picked up.

“Hey, my favourite Mulletman-“ Lance started, and the hoarseness of his voice, strained with the faked high-pitch happiness made Keith’s stomach churn.

“You can come over, or I’ll come by. What’s better for you?”

He heard Lance’s breath hitch, before returning to the same tone as before.

“It’s about the texts isn’t it-look it’s no big deal, I’m sorry I worried you-“

“Lance, don’t. I know you. You don’t-you don’t have to do this.” He breathed into the phone, moving to the door and already grabbing his coat and motorcycle keys, “I’ll be at your place in 20 minutes. Is Hunk there?”

Lance gulped.“No. He’s at that hiking club weekend camp.”

Keith hummed in response, locking the door and heading down the hallway.“I’ll be there soon.”

Lance said nothing, and that in itself worried Keith.

“See you soon Lance” he said before moving the phone away from his ear.

“…Thanks” he heard Lance say before disconnecting the call.

*****

True to his word, he was there within 15 minutes, standing outside Lance and Hunk’s apartment, waiting for Lance to get to the door.

Lance opened it, and the view of him was something Keith wished he’d never have to see again.

Lance’s eyes were red and puffy, his smile strained and bleary, looking scrawnier than Keith remembered him in his oversized shirt and sweatpants, gait slow and tired.

Keith walked in, and a few minutes later found them on the balcony, looking down to the busy city through the bed of flowers and succulents Hunk and Lance planted on the sill, an ashtray balancing between them.

The times Keith saw Lance smoke were rare. There was the odd time during finals, when the stress got too much and the bitter taste was a welcome distraction. There’s a photo somewhere in Keith’s phone of the sight, Lance’s eyes half-lidded and lips pursed as he blows out smoke, thick lashes posing shadows on his cheekbones.

This time was different.Lance was slow and deliberately quiet, illuminated only by the city lights and occasional red and blue of a passing police car, face taunt and back slumped, elbows resting on the metal bars not covered yet by leaves.

Keith couldn’t take it, being so close but unable to do something, to bring the smile he loved back.

“You know” he started, his breath coming out as misty smoke in the cold air, “we don’t have to talk about it. Not if you don’t want to. But you-you should know that I’ll be here if you need anything okay? I can stay over until Hunk comes back, or I can call Pidge or Allura for you-“

He didn’t get to finish his sentence before he got an armful full of Lance, his hands opening in instinct before coming to rest on Lance’s shaking back, Lance’s head on his chest.

It was short, just enough to feel the warmth of the taller boy before Lance hurriedly pulled back, shaking his head.

“You’re-you’re really too damn good. I don’t deserve you.”

The words made Keith shiver, the way Lance whispered them, the air too tense, the city noise and bustle quieting down for this moment between them.

Lance’s breaths were ragged and shaky as he continued.

“I don’t deserve to love you.”

Keith stared as Lance huffed a laugh while pushing the butt of his cigarette to the ashtray, eyes purposely looking away from him.His smile tugged down, turning into a frown, into gritted teeth as his nose scrunched up and his jaw clenched, tears coloured by street lamps pooling on the sides of his eyes.

Lance rubbed furiously at his face with the back of his sleeve, the sounds of quiet sobs each like a kick to Keith’s chest.

“I-I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death” Lance whispered between cries, curling into himself.

Keith took a step closer, unable to form words, unable to comprehend what he’d just heard.

“It’s been like this for so long and-and I didn’t mean to, I don’t want to ruin this and I know I shouldn’t, and it won’t lead anywhere, but it hurts it hurts so much to keep it a secret for so long and it’s been-“

“Lance-“

“I know you’re the literal perfection and I’m just me and there’s a million reasons you shouldn’t like me back I know that and it’s dumb but-“

“Lance I-“

“I’ve got a messed up head and I cry too much and speak too loud and I’m too insecure and obnoxious and-“

“LANCE!”

His voice cut through their previous whispered conversation, through the barricade Lance had made with his hands in front of his face, his back on the wall and blinking eyes staring to Keith.

Keith took two steps and bridged the distance between them, his hands meeting Lance’s wrists and gently tugging them down, never breaking eye contact.

“I’m gonna kiss you now. Is that okay?”

Lance’s tears stopped, his lips trembling.

“Is that okay?” Keith repeated, waiting stubbornly for an answer.

Lance’s expression was one of frozen shock but he nodded, and that was all the invitation Keith needed before tilting his head up and kissing him, slow and careful, contrasting the way he still held Lance’s wrists in both hands, pinning him against the wall before releasing his hands in favour of cupping his face, rubbing the remainder of his tears with his thumbs.

“I love you. God dammit I’m in love with you, been in love with you for so long” he said between kisses, Lance’s breaths now matching his, “and you tell me we’ve been in love with each other all this time? That we were both too scared to admit it?”

Keith breathed a laugh, his own tears welling up, only different, happier, like anguish being released from his heart.

“Ridiculous. You stand there, trying to tell me you’re not the literal sun in a human form, listing off things I love about you like they’re flaws-“ he rolled his eyes and kissed Lance again until they were both gasping for air, looking to one another, Lance’s eyes still wide and lips parted, Keith’s stare stern and leaving no room for Lance to question his feelings.

“You don’t-when? Since when?”

“I don’t know. I think it’s since the first time we met. It just took a while to realise it.”

“We-we love each other?”

“Yeah, we do” Keith laughed, knocking his forehead onto Lance’s.

“You don’t think I’m not worth it?”

Keith moved back, looking to Lance, Lance with his face flushed despite the winter cold, lips plump and tear lines dried and etched onto his cheeks, palms on the wall to support his shaking legs.

“You’re absolutely worth it. And I’ll be here with you, for you until you realise it. And after that” Keith breathed, his words sincere and  voice shaking, “As long as you want me.”

“You’ll get tired.” Lance retorted.

“Never.”

“I cry a lot.”

“I know.”

“No like, a lot. And I complain. Constantly. And take too long to get ready.”

Keith snorted.“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“And you love me?”

He smiled.“I love you,” he said, “I was scared, I was so damn scared thinking you’d never love me back, trying to convince myself I was fine with us just being friends but-but I can’t. I love you.”

Lance was the one to take a step forward this time, moving from the wall and onto Keith, wrapping him in a bruising hug.

“You smell like smoke.”

They both laughed, the sounds of cityscape returning.

“And you taste like it, but you don’t see me complaining now do you?” Keith smirked, the sarcasm in his tone a trait Lance had managed to rub off onto him.

The laugh that followed is something he could only wish he’d be able to capture on film.

For now he was content to let it ring in his ears for as long as he could let it.

****

A few hours later found them huddled in Lance’s bed, content to look to one another, whispering quiet reassurances and sleepy ‘I love you’s.

Lance went to wrap an arm around Keith’s waist, wincing and sitting back up when his hands made contact with the hem of Keith’s high waisted jeans.

“You-you’re wearing pants!” Lance shrieked.

“Yeah..?” Keith’s cheeks felt like they were on fire. What-what was Lance saying?!

“You are wearing skinny jeans, in bed.” Lance stated, “What the hell Keith?”

Lance moved, leaning out of his bed and reaching for his drawers.“No skinny jeans allowed in bed. Nuh-uh. Here” he grabbed a pair of sweatpants, throwing them to Keith’s chest, “put on something comfortable!”

Keith raised an eyebrow.“Why? They’re pretty comfy, and I don’t have to get up and change in the morning”

The look Lance gave him could only be described as heinous.

“Change, now, or risk spending the night without cuddles.”

Keith didn’t need to be told twice.

****A pair of sweatpants and folded jeans later, Lance was laying in bed, scrolling through his phone, his small giggles and sleepy eyes brighter with the screen’s light, tuffs of hair pushed away from his eyes.

He turned to Keith with a grin when he sat back down on the bed, Lance wasting no time in tugging Keith back down and besides him, phone still in hand.

“A selfie!” He huffed, opening his camera app and turning it to the front-facing lens, “we need a selfie! This is an important event.”

Keith smiled but shook his head.“I look like death.”

“You look handsome as always. I look like death, and I want a selfie”

 Lance pouted, making it impossible for Keith to not kiss the pout off his lips.

He pulled away when he heard the click of a camera.

“Ha!” Lance grinned victoriously, then turned to face the screen as he took one more photo, just in time for Keith to look to the phone with a bemused gaze.

Lance tugged the phone closer to his chest, clicking through the two photos and showing them to Keith.

They were a bit blurry, both of them looking worse for wear, Keith’s cheeks puffed and Lance’s smirk devilish, a glint in his eyes that spelled trouble in the second pic, his eyes blown wide and face half hidden in the first one, Keith’s face turned to the side and lips meeting Lance’s.

“I’m using that as a screensaver” Lance stated.

Keith sleepily hummed, throwing a hand over Lance’s chest.

He made a mental note to tell Lance to send him those photos tomorrow.

After all, they’d have a millions tomorrows to share together from now on.

****

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[lesbow]

relationship klance

we always talk about pre-relationship klance like what about the actual relationship ya feel

to start off they absolutely get together in the dorkiest way possible like its either 100% sappy or 100% embarrassing and by accident there is no in between 

they did that fanfic corny scene where lance was about to confess and keith realized before he even finished his sentence and just goes for the smooch

except its terrible theres too much teeth and their noses crash into each other its just a mess 

its also both their first kiss 

even after they both confess its takes them like a week to get up the courage to ask each other out bc theyre both nerds

lance plans on trying to keep it small bc he thinks keith doesnt really want anything big and cheesy

keith plans on absolutely making it as cheesy as possible bc he thinks lance would prefer big and cheesy to small and ordinary

they literally plan to ask each other out on the same damn day

keith asks hunk to make lances favorite food for lunch and asks pidge to hook up the projector so they can watch an altean romcom they wont understand anyway but catch keith trying to take notes during the fluffy scenes 

hunk and pidge tease them to hell and back but theyre really happy for them so they go through with his requests

lance and keith both keep looking at each other during the movie wondering if they’ll be like that at some point and blush throughout the whole damn thing

everyone else thinks its so so so fucking cheesy but oh my god hunk and shiro are so happy for them bc its been a long time coming

at dinner they sit extra close to each other and casually brush fingers. theyre obviously blushing throughout the whole thing 

its just a week of blushing okay

lance gets so happy and smiles so wide when he realizes its his favorite food that keith just stares with a soft expression and when lance meets his eye they both blush but keith doesnt look away as fast as he used to bc he can have this 

after dinner they walk to the map room to look at the stars bc its become their thing and lance has had Enough with the brushing hands so he offers keith his palm and keith fucking swoons when they interlock fingers

they both planned to ask each other out at the star deck so obviously both of their plans crash bc after a weird silence where theyre BOTH thinking hard and turning into blushing, fidgeting, and sweating messes they turn to each other with the same glint in their eye

they say it at the same time 

lance and keith.jpg

and then they turn into giggling messes with fond looks bc if this isnt foreshadowing how amazing theyre relationship is gonna be than idk what is 

ROMANCE ENSUETH

in the beginning theyre just really really really nervous still bc theyve both been pining for a long time and dont wanna mess this up

when they start out, lance initiates most of the physical contact first like hand holding, putting his arm around keiths shoulders, that sorta thing bc keith is so fucking nervous and was never good at expressing himself but he eventually initiates it to he loves seeing how happy lance looks when he does

theyre both flustered messes but keith is really bad

they dont kiss yet bc theyre practically walking nervous systems 

they hold hands a lot tho lance has soft hands bc of his skin care routines so a lot of times keith will just idly play with lances fingers because it calms him 

keith rubs his thumb on the back of lances hand and lance fucking dies every time

lance still makes fun of keiths hair but it dies down little by little bc hes always wanted to play in that dang mullet tbh

one day keith catches lance just intensely staring at his hair and before he can even ask whats up lance asks if he can do his hair

theyre both messes when lance gets behind and starts playing in keiths hair but eventually lance just gets distracted with it and keith finds it really soothing. moreso than he thought it’d be

it becomes a reoccurring thing. lance will run his hands through keiths hair and keith just loves it so much it feels so nice

it started on the couch in that lounge room they have but one time hunk walked in and keith was practically passed out with his head on lances lap and he felt so embarrassed bc it feels really intimate and they both would rather keep stuff like that in their rooms so they do

whenever they go to a planet keith tries to look for things he thinks lance would like. hes not good with words so he tries to express himself through other means

the first time keith gave lance a gift from a planet it was a cat plushie bc its pretty fucking obvious lance likes cats

its red 

when keith gives it to him he stares at the ground and just like thrusts it out to him bc hes so nervous and lance takes it slowly, cautiously, and when hes stopped astral projecting into another plane of existence he kisses keith on the cheek bc he love love loooovvveess it

he names it keef and cuddles it all the time. keith always just stares like >:0 bc its really cute and he loves his boyfriend so much but also bc oh my god are we gonna cuddle like that someday omg lance is my boyfriend ohmy go d holl y s hi

he falls down the rabbit hole often

lance on the other hand loves bears and loves anything that he thinks could represent them like he’ll just point out two rocks side by side or some shit to hunk and be like “thats gonna be me and keith one day :) <3″ and hunk juts pats him on the back

DONT EVEN GET STARTED ON SEEING OTHER COUPLES IN PUBLIC 

whenever theyre planet side and lance sees a romantic couple he squeezes keiths hand (bc theyre already holding hands they never stop) and gets this fond and hopeful look on his face

lance wants every planet they meet to know keith is his boyfriend (he never gets tired of saying it) so whenever theyre at diplomatic functions and they have to talk to the aliens, he’ll always bring it up somehow 

it ranges from “so it must be difficult fighting this war” “yeah but having keith by my side helps” to “our planet welcomes you young paladin” “thanks and also heres my boyfriend keith the red paladin you know the right arm of voltron? that guy? yeah thats my boyfriend. my boyfriend is the red paladin his name is keith. we’re in a relationship. did you know that? its great im so happy omg this food is so good btw did i mention im dating keith and that keith is my boyfriend?”

lance still flirts sometimes but he never actually wants it to go anywhere. at first this makes keith a little disoriented and he mopes but then they talk and Communicate and lance says that he just likes to flatter people bc it makes them feel good and stuff and so they work it out. so lance still flirts but only a little and not as strongly as he used to 

speaking of communication, in the beginning theyre talking fucking s u ck ed they’d misunderstand each other and it would result in sadness and venting to their respective besties but the third time they get shoved in a room and told to just “talk it out” they realized that they really need to be more open/clear about stuff

eventually they get really good at talking about things to each other. their problem wasnt that they wouldnt talk to each other it was that they just couldnt understand the other so they work on getting to know each other better and it really helps and works out so so great

they both have issues, lance with his self esteem and keith with his abandonment issues and they know that the other cant fix it bc thats not what its about but they definitely help.

unlike lance, keith knows who he is and is confident in his abilities so he tries to help him in that aspect

unlike keith lance has always been a people person and is family oriented so he tries to help keith slowly get overcome it

theyre both really good for each other. they cant “fix” each other obviously but they help one another out so much and it means a lot

they have their first kiss like two months after they got together 

it was after a battle and no not a deadly one you heathens a really really awesome one the teams all smiles and lance pulled a cool move at the end when they formed voltron and they saved a planet and everyones soooo happy and when they get back to the castle lance bolts to keith and just spins him around in a hug smiling and laughing and they smooch

its the best thing theyve ever experienced

they dont stop kissing after that. catch them giving each other little pecks all the time 

at this point they arent as nervous as when they first started 

after long battles theyll just kinda fall into each other

they dont do it in public/in front of the team but they cuddle a l o t

keiths two favorite places are in the crooks of lances neck and on his chest to hear his heartbeat 

lance likes to kiss keiths forehead bangs in the way or not if he thinks his man needs some smooches he’ll give him some fucking smooches

the first time they fall asleep together (i mean literally fall asleep not anything nasty pls dont sexualize these boys) locks in for both of them that This Is It ya know

theyre cuddling in lances room keith wearing his jacket and has his face smooshed against his chest lance is playing in keiths hair and his lips are lightly touching his forehead

its after a diplomatic meeting 

theyre both really tired and keith thinks he should probably go back to his room but they both feel too comfortable and everything feels so nice so he doesnt

lance likes listening to keiths voice and vice versa so theyre literally just saying nonsense 

theyre voices drift off into a comfortable silence and eventually they both fall asleep

keith wakes up first and hes confused but then he looks up at lance and how peaceful he looks when hes sleeping and just stares

lance wakes up a little while later and meets eyes with keith but then he notices keiths unruly bed hair and the small spot of drool by keiths mouth and almost cries 

its the best sight either of them have ever seen and at the same time they both think to themselves that they wouldnt mind waking up like this for the rest of their lives 

#this is so fucking long god im so sorry but i have FEELINGS OKAY #voltron #vld klance #Voltron legendary defender #lance #keith #babbles