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silvertip-studio · 5 years

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On The House

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry x Ginny

Summary: Harry has befriended his local coffee shop’s owner and main barista, Ron Weasley, and made it his habit to visit the shop almost everyday to see his new best friend. However, when he visits the coffee shop to find Ron’s little sister, Ginny, behind the counter instead, he finds himself falling for the girls mischievous grin.

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Harry had been going to Weasley’s Wake Up Coffee Shop for almost a year now. Over that time he had become close friends with the owner, and more often than not the barista, Ron Weasley. It had become typical for him to come in, order his coffee, and then spend far too much time talking to Ron. At least, that was his routine until one day, Harry entered the familiar coffee shop to find Ron nowhere in sight. What really struck Harry, was the sight of the beautiful, but strangely familiar, red headed girl standing behind the counter.

The girl’s red hair was tied up into a messy ponytail, pieces hanging loosely around her face, there was a pen stuck behind her ear, and she was chewing on her bottom lip as she counted out a customer’s change. Harry was frozen in his spot as she smiled a warm smile at the customer, and turned towards her coworker to hand her the order. When she turned back, the girl saw Harry and grinned at him. Harry could’ve sworn he melted on the spot.

“You gonna order, or you just gonna drool on my nice clean floor?”

“I-I, uh, where’s Ron?” Harry replied, mustering up all the grace he could manage, which wasn’t very much.

“He took the morning off.” the girl shrugged, “Who are you?"

“I’m Harry.” he shifted on his feet, scratching at the back of his neck. The redhead chuckled, and Harry felt a hot blush rise on his cheeks.

“You’re Ron’s friend.” she smirked at him, “I guess he did always have good taste in friends.”

“I-I, what?”

“I’m Ginny, Ron’s cooler, hotter, younger sister.” she saluted him with two fingers, a grin splitting her freckled face. “I just finished University so you’ll be seeing me around.”

“Oh, brilliant, um, uh, can I get a cappuccino?” Harry stepped up to the counter, drumming his fingers against the wood countertop. He watched as Ginny nodded and pulled the pen from behind her ear, jotting his order down on a notepad. She tore it off, and handed it to her coworker with a smile. When she turned back, Harry had pulled out his wallet and was slipping out a credit card.

“No, no, on the house.”

“Won’t Ron get mad?”

“Nah, you’re his friend,” Ginny waved off the idea, “besides, what Ron doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” she laughed, tucking the pen back behind her ear along with a strand of hair. Harry was about to go take a seat at a table in the window, when Ginny jumped over the counter, with much more grace than he thought he could.

“Ginny! Ron told you not to do that!” her coworker yelled from one of the machines behind the counter. Ginny ignored her, shooting her a shit-eating grin as she settled into a seated position on the counter, legs swinging aimlessly. “I swear to God, if a health inspector walks in right now and drops our grade—“

“Oh, chill out, Jess, the health inspector isn’t due for months.”

Harry just watched, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He certainly hadn’t been expecting the girl to leap of the counter, and even though she was Ron’s sister he didn’t know her well enough to comment on it. When she turned back towards him, her grin suddenly disappeared, but she remained stubbornly seated on the counter. Turning around, Harry came face to face with Ron.

“Oh, hey Harry,” he grinned, the scowl he had entered with disappeared as he greeted his friend, but when he turned back to his sister it returned, “Second day and you’re already misbehaving, Gin.” Ron shoved her as he went by, nearly causing her to knock over the tip jar, and slipped behind the counter. When he returned, Harry had collected his cappuccino from Jess and was seating himself at his usual table in the window. Ginny had followed him, and was leaning against the table beside it chatting to him with a happy grin on her face.

“You’re going to have to show me those someday?” Harry was laughing along with Ginny as Ron joined them. Already, Harry felt like he’d been friends with Ginny just as long he’d been friends with Ron. He couldn’t explain it, but she made him feel unusually relaxed.

“Show you what?” Ron asked, seating himself across from Harry.

“Nothing,” Ginny sang, “I have to get back to work!” she danced away as Ron spluttered and tried to demand an answer from her. Unfortunately, both Harry and Ginny were too busy laughing to give him any kind of reassurance. However, once Ginny returned to her station behind the counter, Harry returned to his usual routine. Of course, it was his normal routine, with the added benefit of exchanging laughing glances with Ginny.

After almost an hour went by of talking with Ron, Harry was preparing to leave. He had just shrugged on his coat and was heading for the door when Ginny called him back. He turned just in time to see her leaning over the counter, a takeaway cup of coffee in her hand. Harry headed over, pulling his wallet from his pocket, but before he could Ron spoke up, “Don’t worry about that one, Harry, it’s our treat.”

Ginny winked at Harry, and he had to hold back a laugh as he took the drink from her. Again, he made his way to the door, and said one last goodbye to the two Weasley siblings and Jess. He was almost back to his building, and halfway through his cappuccino, when he noticed that there was something written on the cup. In Ginny’s messy scrawl it said: What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, and her phone number.

While he knew that his friends would have warned him to wait before texting in order to not look desperate or over eager, Harry pulled out his phone, added her to his contacts, and sent her a text. It read: Wanna grab a drink tonight? When she replied only a few minutes later with a yes and a smiley face, Harry couldn’t help the extra hop in his step or the blindingly bright smile that was on his face for the rest of the day. After all, it’s not everyday you meet a girl like Ginny Weasley.

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silvertip-studio · 5 years

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Promise of a Thief

Fandom: Voltron

Pairing: Keith x Lance

Requested by: @shiranai-atsune

Summary: Keith is a beat cop who is sick and tired of chasing down the same shoplifter seemingly everyday. However, in the world of cops and robbers, love can be found in the unlikeliest of places.

Words: 827

“C’mon, not again.” Keith groaned as he watched the all-too-familiar shoplifter take off through the back door of the store. He could hear the shop owner shouting at him to chase after him. With a sigh, Keith holstered his gun and sprinted off after the perpetrator. When he reached the back, bursting through the heavy door with a grunt, he couldn’t see the crook anywhere. So, he took his best guess and continued his pursuit.

He was part way down the alley heading back to the street when he heard a crate of something fall from the alley in the opposite direction. Keith came to a screeching halt, and turned to race after the sound. The maze of back alleyways seemed endless as Keith chased the retreating footsteps of Lance McClain. As he rounded a corner just in time to see the Cuban man scrambling over a fence, Keith grumbled, “When I catch him, I’m gonna fuckin’ strangle him!” However, he didn’t let his complaining delay him in any way. Instead he climbed the fence with speed, and landed on the other side only a few paces back from Lance.

Keith felt like he was chasing this man every single day, and he was sick of it. So, he found himself closing the distance between them faster than usual, determined that this would be the last time. When he finally got close enough, he grabbed Lance by the arm. “Stop!” he shouted, shoving Lance against the nearest wall.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Lance put his free hand up in surrender, the back of his hand scratching roughly against the brick wall, “Relax, I surrender, buddy,” he chuckled, flashing a bright grin at Keith and putting his hand on his shoulder.

“This is the last time, Lance.” Keith sighed, still holding Lance against the wall, “No more stealing.”

“I don’t think so,” Lance smirked, plucking Keith’s hand from his wrist and slipping away from him. However, before Lance could get far, Keith pulled him back and pushed him against the wall again. His usual scowl deepening in frustration.

“No, Lance, it’s over.” Keith took one hand off of Lance, reaching for the handcuffs at his waist.

“Whoa, no, no, no! I’ll give it back, all of it!” Lance’s eyes widened and he raised his hands in sincere surrender. “Please?” he pleaded, bringing his hands down and pressing his palms together in mock prayer. Keith pressed his lips together, staring unconvinced at Lance.

“Gimme what you stole,” Keith demanded, holding out his hand to Lance. Quickly, Lance piled two packs of gum, a Snickers bar, a Reese’s peanut butter cup, beef jerky, and a small toy water gun into Keith’s hands. The police officer simply stared at it all in dismay. “Why the fuck did you steal…this?”

“I was hungry.”

“The water gun?”

“Impulse?”

“You’re the worst, did you know that?” Keith grumbled.

“Shut up, you love me.” Lance leaned forward and planted a firm kiss on Keith’s lips. For a second, Keith pressed back into the kiss, a pleased hum rumbling in his chest. Then, he remembered where they were, and pulled away abruptly. “What!?”

“Not here, Lance.” Keith backed away from him clutching the stolen goods to his chest and blushing as he turned away from his boyfriend.

“Oh, come on, when are you going to tell people about us?” Lance cried, his playful tone replaced by frustration.

“When you stop stealing.” Keith turned on his heel and started marching back towards the shop he had chased Lance from. Before he could make it far, Lance grabbed him by the arm and spun him so that they were face to face. The pile of snacks nearly fell from Keith’s arms at the sudden jolt, but he somehow managed to maintain his hold on them. “What?”

“I’m done.”

“What?”

“This is the last time, I swear.” Lance’s voice was low, sincere. “No more stealing.” Keith’s eyes widened at the promise, and now he did drop the mountain of stolen items to the dirty alley floor. They hadn’t even clattered to the ground before Keith’s hands were on Lance’s face pulling him into a kiss.

When Keith pulled back he whispered against Lance’s lips, “You promise?”

Lance nodded, leaning in to kiss Keith again.

“No, I need to hear you say it.” Keith resisted, a frown beginning to turn down the corners of his mouth.

“I promise.” Lance assured, resting his forehead against Keith’s. As soon as the words had passed Lance's lips, Keith released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. They stayed like that for what felt like forever, yet when Keith finally pulled away it didn’t feel like enough time.

“I’ve gotta go return all of this.” Keith scooped up the scattered pile of food and turned to return to the store. “You’re coming over tonight, right?” he asked, keeping his eyes forward, despite throwing the question over his shoulder.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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silvertip-studio · 5 years

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hi can u do a fic where theres a cute irish boy that works in a flower store and theres a rly hot muscular guy that works at a tattoo parlor with his sister next-door and they fall in love over mutual bonding over a certain flower (i like bell flowers)

Ok, this is actually Stryker bc she’s been bugging the hell out of me to finally post some of my OCs. So, here’s a random one-shot that I had written of two of my characters!!! Enjoy :)

Flowers made Ruairi happy. They were Mother Nature’s gift to the world, and were able to bring joy and life in even the darkest of places. Not only that, but there were millions of different variations of them, just like there were millions of different variations of people. It was the perfect system. His shop was brightly lit with large glass windows, and different flowers were scattered across the store. While it would appear disorganized to an outsider, he knew where every plant was and had clearly signed it so that shoppers could find what they were looking for.

Right next door to Ruairi’s shop was a very different store. It was a tattoo parlor. It had clean lines, and was perfectly organized. There was a station where two large, leather bound books of tattoo designs were clearly labeled, the walls had tattoo designs hung in cleanly cut, black frames, and there were tattoo chairs in the back or private rooms along the back wall. It was pristine, and Ruairi couldn’t help but say that he admired the organization every time he walked by to get to his car.

Of course, he had never gone in. No, he had no reason to go into a tattoo parlor, even if he admired the owners organization and the general aesthetic of the store. In fact, he had no idea who even owned the parlor, only that there was a super cute, or could he classify him as hot, tattoo artist that worked there everyday.

Ruairi was daydreaming about the brown haired, broad, muscular, blue eyed tattoo artist when his doorbell jingled, signaling the entrance of a customer. When he looked up he smiled brightly at the panicked looking man before him. He was in a pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt, his black hair was messy and unbrushed, and his green eyes were wide with fear.

“Hi, how can I help you today?” Ruairi grinned, glad that he never had to worry about getting flowers for a significant other since he owned the store, and since he didn’t have a boyfriend. However, he did sympathize with all of the poor souls who had come to his store in panic over the years.

“Uh, yeah, it’s my girlfriend’s birthday and her present isn’t coming for another two days, so I need something to give her!”

“Ok, does she like flowers? A specific type of flower, maybe?”

“No, not really. When we first started dating I got her flowers and she gave them to her mother.” The man sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair.

“So, then why do you think getting her flowers is a good idea?”

“I don’t know. I’m desperate.” he ran a hand down his face. “She’s going to get home from work in a few hours, and I have nothing.”

“Lemme see what I can do.” Ruairi offered, then began wandering through the packed aisles of flowers. He scanned them, hoping to hear the customer that was trailing him make a noise of triumph when he saw one that his girlfriend might like. When he had walked the majority of his store with only one bouquet even slightly catching the customer’s eye, he turned to the man with a sigh. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I have for someone who doesn’t like flowers.”

“Fuck.” his hands found residence in his hair and pulled. Ruairi watched helplessly as the man all but sank to his knees.

“Does she like tattoos? ‘Cause, there’s a parlor right next door.”

“I mean, yeah, but that’s her brother’s…and she works there. I can’t exactly go get a gift card for her when she already gets the family and employee discount.” he sighed.

“Have you asked her brother what kind of flowers she likes?”

“No, but I’m gonna now.” he turned and left the store without another word. Ruairi shook his head and laughed. It was always crazy watching what people did out of desperation. He was returning to his little counter when he heard his doorbell jingle again. When he turned, the breath was nearly knocked out of him. Beside the black haired man was the tattoo artist that Ruairi had been fawning over for the past year.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “I-I mean hi.” Ruairi raised his hand in a half wave and felt a hot blush rise on his pale, freckled cheeks.

“Hey,” the artist smiled, glancing over at his friend hesitantly before continuing, “I’m Ryan.”

“Oh, I’m Ruairi.” he stepped forward and extended his hand to Ryan, praying that his hands weren’t sweaty. Ryan’s grip was strong, and Ruairi could see the veins of his muscular hands. It was then that Ruairi realized that the tattoo artist wasn’t wearing a sweater, or sweatshirt, or flannel which he usual wore in and out of the shop. No, he was in nothing but a tank top. A tank top that showed off the thickly corded muscles of his arms, back, and shoulders, as well as the tattoos that decorated his upper arms and shoulders. God, how had Ruairi not seen his upper body before?

“Um, yeah, so I’m Matt, by the way.”

Ruairi quickly pulled his hand back from Ryan’s, looking over to Matt who, damn him, was smirking at the two flushed men. “Yeah, so, Ryan, you’re Matt’s girlfriend’s brother, so you should know her favorite type of flower, right?” The red-headed florist scratched at the back of his neck.

“Oh, well, she’s never really been a flower person. No matter what my mother tried, Erin never quite got flower fever, or whatever. No, she always hung out with my dad and I.” Ryan chuckled, his eyes glazing over a bit as he thought back to his childhood alongside his sister.

Ruairi hated to interrupt his reminiscing, but he figured he couldn’t stay away from his shop too long, so he pushed on, “Well, do you wanna walk around with me, and maybe see if I have anything that could possibly fit the bill?”

Ryan nodded, and the two began wandering the store, Matt trailing behind them. Occasionally, Ryan would point out a bouquet with a smile, but most of the time it was about a tattoo he had done and not about Erin. Despite these anecdotes being useless, Ruairi smiled at the brown haired man. It was interesting to learn about how their, oh so different, professions overlapped.

Ruairi was about to lose hope in their mission, when something seemed to catch Ryan’s eye. When he looked at the bouquet that Ryan was reaching for, he was pleased to see that the man had chosen his favorite flowers. So, he took the bellflowers from him, ignoring the way his heart fluttered when his fingers brushed Ryan’s. He quickly rung up and wrapped the flowers, handing them off to Matt with a smile. Then, he turned to Ryan, “So, why bellflowers?”

“Oh, my dad used to always buy them for our mom, and so they were always around the house. I’m hoping they’ll remind her of Dad the same way they remind me of him.” Ryan shrugged, looking at the purple flowers with a fond expression.

“Here, why don’t I throw in an extra bouquet for you? On the house.” Ruairi wasn’t sure where the idea had come from, but it felt like the right thing to say. He definitely knew it was the right thing to say when Ryan’s face lit up with a smile and color flooded his freckled cheeks.

“I couldn’t.” he waved the offer away.

“I insist.” Ruairi was already running off to get the bellflowers, returning through the crowded store to find Matt whispering in Ryan’s ear and laughing. He had to hold back his chuckle when Ryan slapped the taller man on the arm and hissed something back, which only made Matt laugh harder. “Here you go.” Ruairi quickly wrapped the flowers and held them out towards Ryan.

“Ok, but you’ve got a free tattoo whenever you want.”

“One bouquet of flowers is hardly worth the same as a tattoo!” Ruairi protested.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to keep giving me flowers.” Ryan smiled, then dismissed himself. After all, he couldn’t leave his shop unattended for longer than he already had.

After that, it became typical to find Ryan stopping in at Ruairi’s flower shop to pick up a bouquet of bellflowers and talk for far too long. Each bouquet was proudly displayed on the front desk of his parlor for all to see, not that Ruairi knew since he never visited the tattoo parlor. At least he never visited until one day he barged in with a grand idea.

“I’m gonna take you up on that tattoo!”

Ryan’s head popped up from where he had been studying a drawing a client had sent him. He looked at Ruairi, stunned for a second, before a grin spread across his face. “Finally. What do you want to get?”

“Ok, first lemme explain, ‘cause you’re gonna think it’s weird.” Ruairi said. “They’ve been my favorite flowers for years, and it’s just coincidental that it—“

“What flower is it, Ruairi?”

“Bellflowers.” Ruairi said, flushing red, “They’ve been my favorite flowers since I was little because my favorite color was purple and I thought they looked like bells. I mean of course they look like bells, they’re bell-flowers.” the red-head spoke so fast that Ryan had to strain to keep up, only managing it because of his years listening to Erin speak impossibly fast. Although, the lingering Irish accent put a strain on even Ryan’s skilled ears.

“Hey, dude, it’s totally fine. First of all, I’m not going to judge you for liking flowers, for fucks sake you own a flower shop. Second of all, I noticed when I chose them for Erin that first day that you got really excited about them. So, I kinda already figured they were you favorite.” Ryan soothed, chuckling slightly at the dramatics of the Irish man.

“Oh, ok cool.”

“Also, we can be tattoo buddies!” Ryan laughed, leaving Ruairi to stare at him in confusion. Of course, Ryan picked up on this confusion and explained, “Look, I have a bellflower tattoo too.” He turned his head and moved some of his messy hair out of the way to reveal a small bellflower tattoo right behind his right ear.

Ruairi blushed, staring at the tattoo with a slack jaw. How had he never noticed the tattoo during any of Ryan’s many visits to the flower shop? “I don’t know. Isn’t that weird?”

“Nah, people have matching tattoos by accident all the time. So, what’s the difference?” Ryan waved him off, already standing from the desk and walking over to the leather-bound tattoo design books. “C’mon, I have a few bellflower designs in here from when I got this. Plus my sister, Erin, has one too, so there are a lot of different versions in here from our brainstorming sessions. Trust me, she just couldn’t quite ‘vibe’ with one.”

As he said this, a girl appeared from the back room. Her shoulder length brown hair was braided back, and she was wearing a barely buttoned red flannel and ripped skinny jeans, and her ears were decorated with glinting piercings. “Are you slandering me?”

“What!? Of course not.”

“I totally believe you.” she threw the towel she was holding at his head. Ryan caught it and glowered at her. Watching the sibling’s squabble reminded Ruairi of his sister, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the fond memories.

“What?” Ryan turned back to him.

“Nothing, you two just remind me of my sister and me.”

“Ah, so you know my struggle as well!” Ryan laughed, throwing the towel back at his sister.

“Struggle my ass!” Erin tossed the towel onto the desk, before joining them at the design books, “Since my loser big bro isn’t going to introduce me, I’m Erin,” she stuck her hand out for him to shake, and he couldn’t help but notice the vast array of rings decorating her fingers. He shook it, noting that she also had a firm grip.

“Ruairi.”

“Ah, flower shop dude, nice.”

“You know me?”

“Of course I know the guy who saved my boyfriend’s dumb ass.” Erin laughed, “Plus Ryan hasn’t—” she was cut off when Ryan jumped up and covered her mouth with his hand. The rest of her words were muffled into his hands. Ruairi looked between the siblings in confusion, positive that he was missing some key part of the conversation. When Ryan removed his hand from Erin’s mouth he hoped to be enlightened, but he was almost cast further into the darkness. “Fuck, ok. So, sensitive.” she poked her brother in the ribs with a teasing smile.

“What?” Ruairi finally asked.

“Oh, nothing, just that I of course know the guy who keeps giving my brother his favorite flowers!” Erin waved her hand at the bellflowers on the desk. Up until that point Ruairi hadn’t noticed the familiar flowers, and when he turned to see them proudly displayed, he gaped. He had never expected Ryan to actually put the flowers anywhere in his store, let alone front and center.

Ryan smacked his sister in the arm, but then turned to Ruairi with a smile. “I mean I told you they’re my favorite flower, and they give the shop a bit of color, so, yeah.” he said, turning away from the florist and scratching the back of his neck. When he turned back he said, “Anyway, let’s get back to your tattoo.”

“Ooh, he’s getting a tattoo?”

“Yeah, Erin, that’s why he’s here. What else would he be doing?”

“Well, he could’ve been visiting his—"

“Don’t you have a client to talk through tattoo care?” Ryan cut her off as he flushed red. Erin shrugged, but retreated back to the private room nonetheless. Both men stared after Erin, too scared to look back at each other considering the implications of Erin’s comments.

Finally, Ryan broke the silence. “So, bellflower designs. Of course, I’ve got my favorite design behind my ear, but my second favorite, is this one.” he flipped open one of the heavy books to a page that was covered in various pictures of bellflowers. For a second, he scanned the page, then pointed to one of them. It was two bellflowers with their stems overlapping and twisting together to form a heart. “I mean, we can change what the stems do if you want, but yeah.”

“No, no, I love it.”

“Ok, cool.” Ryan noted the design’s number in a notebook, “When do you want to get it done?”

“Oh, um, when are you free?”

“I could do it tomorrow evening, after closing, that way you don’t have to close early.”

“You-You’d do that for me?”

“Yeah of course,” Ryan hesitated, “you’re my friend.”

Ruairi didn’t quite know why, but his spirits drooped a little. However, when Ryan smiled at him, he felt them lift again.

“One, final, but really important question.”

“Shoot.”

“Where do you want it?” Ryan laughed when Ruairi’s mouth fell open. The florist hadn’t thought about that. So, he made a split second decision, and tried his best to pass it off as having been planned.

“On the inside of my forearm, I’m not totally sure which one though,” Ruairi extended his arms and turned them over so that he was baring the area to Ryan. He watched as Ryan shifted into artist mode, studying each arm and then thinking.

“I think I’d go with left arm.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Once they had discussed some of the details of Ruairi getting his first tattoo, Ruairi returned to his flower shop. However, he found it ridiculously hard to focus on caring for both his plants and his customers, instead daydreaming about the man who was going to give him his first tattoo tomorrow.

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Ruairi closed down the flower shop in a hurry. He’d spent the whole day in excited anticipation of the evening. When he walked into the tattoo parlor, he was grinning so hard that his cheeks were aching. However, the tattoo artist was nowhere in sight. “Ryan?” It took a few seconds, but Ryan suddenly emerged from a back room that Ruairi had never realized was there.

“Ah! My favorite client!” Ryan smiled brightly at the Irishman, and waved him over to one of the chairs in the back of the shop. It was already set up for Ryan to give him the tattoo. Ruairi seated himself in the chair and discarded his sweater so that he was in nothing but his t-shirt, arm resting on the armrest. Ryan cleaned off the inside of his forearm with disinfectant. “You ready?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Good to hear.” Ryan brought the needle to Ruairi’s skin and started the long, painful process. Immediately, Ruairi had to grit his teeth against the searing pain lacing through his arm. When he glanced up at Ryan’s face he was immediately comforted. His tongue was sticking through his teeth and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. Ruairi couldn’t help but find it endearing. “We can talk if that makes it easier. A lot of people like to talk.”

“Ok, yeah.” Ruairi agreed. However, what he didn’t expect was for them to end up playing twenty questions. He didn’t expect to learn that Ryan’s first kiss was a boy named Alex in freshman year of high school, nor did he expect to tell Ryan that his first kiss was with a boy named Derek in his sophomore year of high school.

When Ryan finished the tattoo, Ruairi still had one question that he was dying to ask. So, once Ryan walked him through taking care of the fresh tattoo, he asked. “Can I see your tattoos?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth he wished he could take them back.

“Yeah, sure.” Ryan said with a smile, and Ruairi was immediately comforted. “Can I ask why?”

“Oh,” Ruairi blanched, “I don’t know, I was just curious. Just, I don’t know, I’ve never really seen them all and I’m…I don’t know.”

“Whoa, hey, don’t worry, I totally get it. When I got my first tattoo I was super curious about other people’s tattoos too.” Ryan gave him a reassuring smile then pulled his t-shirt over his head. Now, Ruairi could see so much more of Ryan than he had been able to see when he wore the tank top, and Ruairi knew he’d made a mistake in asking. Especially as he stared at the wolf head on Ryan’s left shoulder, then the mountain range on his back, and then the three patterned bands circling his right bicep.

“Wow.”

“You like?” Ryan looked over his shoulder at Ruairi, who was still staring at his tattoos. He smiled, proud to see the awestruck look on Ruairi’s face. When Ruairi saw Ryan smiling at him he nodded, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Do you want to see some of my other ones?”

“You have more?”

“Hell yeah.” Ryan laughed, turning to face Ruairi and lifting up his left arm to reveal four hearts forming a four leaf clover on his ribs. Then, he lowered his arm and turned it over to reveal a tree that appeared to grow from the inside of his wrist up his forearm. Ruairi couldn’t hold back any longer and reached out his hand, lightly touching the tree. His fingers traced up the trunk and then the branches of the tree. He realized what he was doing and was about to pull his hand away when he felt Ryan’s fingers wrap around his wrist.

“I-I’m sorry, I got distracted and—“

“No, no, it’s perfectly ok, Ruairi,” Ryan whispered, keeping Ruairi’s fingers pressed to his tattoo. Ruairi instinctually stepped closer, head still bent down to look at where his fingers were tracing the tattoo. Suddenly, Ryan’s hand was no longer holding his wrist, but tilting his head up to look at him. Then, Ryan’s lips were pressed to his and Ryan’s hand was in his hair, pulling Ruairi down into the kiss. Ryan pulled away from him, eyes still closed and breaths coming in pants. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.“

“No, Ryan, I’m—it’s…fuck it,” Ruairi surged forward, one hand on Ryan’s cheek as he bent back down to kiss the tattoo artist. His other hand moved up Ryan’s arm to his bare back, pulling him flush against his chest and deepening the kiss. With the reassurance that Ruairi shared his feelings, Ryan pushed Ruairi against the wall of the parlor. Ryan’s hands shifted from Ruairi’s hair to his shoulders, holding him against the wall as his mouth shifted to Ruairi’s jaw, then neck. “Mm, Ryan, fuck,” his hand had moved into Ryan’s hair and he tugged on the strands when Ryan nipped at the sensitive skin of his pulse point, “Not here.”

Ryan finally pulled away from Ruairi just enough to speak, “What?” he asked, resting his head against Ruairi’s collarbone and nuzzling his nose against the base of Ruairi’s throat.

“Come over to my place. We can have dinner, and continue this more comfortably.” Ruairi breathed, pressing a gentle kiss to Ryan’s cheek and trailing his hand down to rest loosely against the side of Ryan’s neck. After a few seconds, Ryan nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Ryan pulled away, then went up on his tiptoes to place a quick, chaste kiss on Ruairi’s lips. Then, he grabbed Ruairi’s hand and dragged him out of the tattoo parlor to Ruairi’s waiting car.

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“Somebody got laid!” Erin sung leaning over the front desk of the parlor as Ryan walked in, fifteen minutes late.

“What are you talking about?” Ryan scowled at her.

“Oh, c’mon, you guys weren’t even subtle.” Erin came around to the front of the desk, standing in her brother’s path, “The shirt you forgot in the heat of the moment,” she held up the shirt he had abandoned the night before, “And, oh, what’s this?” she pushed the hood of what she guessed was Ruairi’s sweatshirt off of his head, “Hickeys! You and Ruairi sure had a fun night.”

“Shut the fuck up, Erin.”

“Seriously? Ryan, if you’re going to have a make-out session in the shop at least have the decency to own up to it, or delete the security footage!” she cackled, dancing away from his attempt to smack her.

“Shut up, it’s none of your business.” Ryan grumbled. At that moment Ruairi walked into the parlor, a fresh bouquet of bellflowers in his hand. Erin hid a smirk behind her hand as Ruairi came up behind Ryan, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I got you fresh flowers, love.”

Ryan blushed, shooting a glare at Erin before turning to face his new boyfriend. “Thanks, babe.” he took the flowers and swapped them out for the old ones that had still been in the vase. When he turned back around, he found that Erin had approached Ruairi.

“So,” Erin started, and Ryan dreaded whatever she was about to ask, “can I see the tattoo?” Ryan sighed with relief and Erin was already looking excitedly at the part of Ruairi’s arm that was covered in a bandage.

“Oh, yeah. Ryan did an amazing job!” Ruairi grinned, peeling away the bandage to expose the fresh looking tattoo to Erin. She smiled, taking in every aspect of the tattoo, from the intricate petals all the way to the heart that the stems formed.

“I love it! And look, we’re tattoo buddies!” She pulled off her purple flannel to show him the ring of bellflowers that circled her bicep. Ruairi noted that, like her brother, she was cut. Erin also had tattoos decorating her arms and shoulders, and he saw the edge of a tattoo peeking out from the back of her racerback. “Ryan, you’re the odd one out!”

“What? But he has a bellflower tattoo too.” Ruairi protested.

“Yeah, but not one on his arm like us!”

“Wow, if it means so much to you, Erin, I can get one on my arm.” Ryan sighed, leaning back against the front desk. “Where would you like me to get it?”

“Ooh, you’re letting me do this!” Erin was shocked, but she quickly transitioned into smiling with glee at her brother, “Sit down! I’m doing this now.”

“Erin, what about actual clients?”

“We don’t have any appointments for a couple of hours!” she argued, “Don’t worry, Ryan, it’s gonna be great!” Erin tugged on his arm, attempting to drag him back to one of the chairs. He resisted, raising his eyebrows at her.

“I think I’ll leave you two to it.” Ruairi began to back away towards the exit, “I have to actually open up my own shop.” he smiled and gave them a half wave.

“Wait!” Ryan broke away from Erin and raced after Ruairi, grabbing his hand and pulling him into his chest. He pressed a quick kiss to Ruairi’s lips, then mumbled against them, “Have lunch with me?”

“Of course.” Ruairi smiled, gave Ryan one last kiss, then left the parlor.

“I ship it.” Erin cooed as soon as the door shut behind Ruairi.

“Fuck off.”

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Favorite Holiday

Pairing: Romelle x Allura

Summary: When the Paladins invite the Alteans back to Earth to celebrate their first Christmas since the end of the war, Allura and Romelle learn more about Earth holiday traditions and Allura discovers that Christmas is her favorite holiday.

Notes: This is sort of an AU since it is set after the end of Season 8, but Allura didn’t die and Lance and Allura broke up. Everything else is pretty much the same.

Words: 1490

Christmas was a totally new thing for the Alteans. They’d only heard of it when the paladins would talk about it every once in a while during their time in space. When they spoke about it they had all been smiling and laughing, sometimes one of them would have to choke back tears as they spoke about the holiday. All Allura knew about it was that it was a happy tradition for them.

Now, the paladins had sent her, Coran, and Romelle an invitation to join them for their first Christmas celebration since the end of the war. So, on the date the paladins had given them, the three Alteans made their way from New Altea back to Earth.

When they arrived, the entire planet seemed to be decorated for the various holidays occurring during that time. Then, when they arrived at Lance’s house, they found that the rest of the world couldn’t even compete.

His house was large, meant for a family that he didn’t have, yet. There was tinsel everywhere, family photos, including the other paladins and Alteans, covered the walls, there was a wreath on the door, christmas lights twinkled along the roof, and a huge Christmas tree was set up and decorated in the corner of the living room. It was outside of the city and urban areas, but not so far that he could get to the city in under twenty minutes. The Alteans all admired it.

Inside, they found that all of the paladins were there, some of the Atlas crew, the MFE pilots, and the extended McClain family had all come as well. Upbeat Christmas music was playing over the speakers, as people chatted, ate, and drank. Everyone seemed to be smiling and laughing and generally having a good time. Allura then knew that she was right in assuming it was a happy tradition.

“Allura!” Her head whipped around to see Lance approaching her, a bright smile on his face. He was wearing a bright green sweater that had ‘Nice' written across it in red lettering and a pair of tight fit blue jeans. Beside him, Keith wore a matching smile and a red sweater that had ‘Naughty' written in green. “I’m so glad you guys came!”

“Yes, it is a lovely party, Lance. I think I like the look of this Christmas holiday.”

“It’s probably not as grand as any Altean holidays, but it’s not too shabby.” Lance laughed, eyes crinkling at the edges. Keith chuckled along with the Cuban boy, and Allura couldn’t help a smile of her own. “Anyway, help yourself to food and drink. I think you know most of the people here, so there’re plenty of people to talk to!” He gave her a quick hug, and then he walked on to greet Coran and Romelle.

“it’s good to see you, Allura.” Keith smiled hesitantly at her, scratching the back of his neck where his hair was tied back into a short ponytail. Warmly, she smiled back at him. “How’s New Altea?”

“Oh, it’s good. Coran and I have been teaching them about the ancient traditions, and they’ve been teaching us about the new traditions they cultivated over the last 10,000 years. Romelle has been especially helpful in filling in some of the gaps for me!” Allura grinned, glancing over her shoulder at the blonde haired Altean who was hugging Lance. “How’s it going on Daibazaal?”

“Ah, well, they asked me to be emperor, but I turned them down.”

“Why?”

“Oh, I had more important things to get back to here on Earth.” A soft smile wormed its way onto his face, and Allura didn’t miss the way his violet eyes flickered over to Lance.

“I’m glad! You two deserve it after everything you’ve done and sacrificed for the universe.” Allura said, smiling. For a second, Keith blushed and opened his mouth to deny it, but gave up when Allura shot him a knowing look. After everything that had happened between her and Lance, she was happy that he had found happiness with someone. Now, all she wondered was if she would be able to find that same happiness for herself.

The two continued to talk about this and that until Romelle appeared at Allura’s side, and Lance appeared at Keith’s. Romelle leaned into her, hand resting on her shoulder as she squealed, “Lance says he has these Christmas sweater things for us too!”

“What?”

“Oh yeah, I knew you guys wouldn’t have any so I thought I’d get ‘em for you guys.” Lance rubbed at the back of his neck, brown cheeks flooding with red.

“You’re such a dork.” Keith teased, elbowing him in the ribs with a smirk.

Lance clutched his chest in mock offense, but even he couldn’t hold back his smile. Allura noticed that his hand had landed on Keith’s shoulder, and that their sides were pressed together. Before she could make any comment on it, Romelle was dragging her away from the two boys. She didn’t even think to ask where they were going, her mind solely focused on the way Romelle’s warm fingers had wrapped around her wrist.

“Oh, Allura, look they’re so cute!” The princess was snapped out of her thoughts as Romelle held up two bright sweaters. One was pink with antlered creatures and hearts making up a decorative band around the chest, while the other was blue with what Lance had once described as snowflakes and hearts making a similar band around the chest. “Your armor was pink, so here.” She shoved the fuzzy pink sweater into Allura’s chest before clutching her own blue one to her chest.

“Thanks.” Allura barely registered that she was holding the sweater, too focused on the bright smile Romelle was flashing at her.

When they returned to the party, both were decked out in their sweaters and wandered the party, talking to the people they hadn’t seen since they left for New Altea. Romelle was ecstatic, speaking enthusiastically to each person and somehow seemed to remember everything they had ever told her about themselves. Allura wondered at how she knew so much since most of their time on the Atlas had been spent with the colony Alteans or Voltron.

Once they had spoken to everyone that they recognized, they finally relaxed, snacking on the food and drinks Lance, and as they later learned Keith, had prepared for them. They had been watching the crowd for a while when Allura noticed something odd. Allura kept seeing people kissing under this odd plant hanging from the ceiling. It ranged from pecks on the cheek, to full on making out. At that moment, Acxa and Veronica were standing under it. The half-galra girl’s eyebrows were furrowed as Veronica said something to her, then surged up and pressed a kiss to Acxa’s lips.

“Romelle? What’s that?” She pointed to where Veronica and Acxa were splitting apart, a furious blush coloring the purple cheeks of the half-galran.

“Um, Veronica and Acxa?”

“No, no the thing they just kissed under!”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Romelle furrowed her eyebrows at the strange plant, “Let’s go check it out!” Before Allura could protest, Romelle’s hand was holding hers and she was being dragged across the room to the mysterious plant. When they stopped beneath the plant Romelle dropped her hand, reaching up to poke at the green plant.

“Ooh,” Lance strolled up beside them, “looks like you two have to kiss!” he cooed. There was a bright smile on his face. Allura felt a wave of confusion wash over her, and saw a similar lack of understanding clearly displayed on Romelle’s face.

“What are you talking about?” Allura asked.

“Mistletoe.” Lance pointed above their heads at the plant they had been inspecting.

“That doesn’t explain anything.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot.” he bumped his forehead with the heel of his hand, “When two people are under the mistletoe together, they have to kiss. So, you two have to kiss.” The Cuban boy was looking between the two Altean women with a grin.

“What?” Romelle gaped.

Allura just stood in shocked silence.

“C’mon, it’s tradition!” Lance cried, “You have to kiss…or you’ll be insulting our culture!”

“Well, we wouldn’t want to insult an important member of the Coalition.” Allura reasoned, turning to Romelle, but keeping her gaze firmly on their feet. She watched as Romelle’s booted feet shuffled closer to hers, and when she felt a soft hand on her cheek she gasped. The princess lifted her eyes to meet Romelle’s, and the next thing she knew the other girls lips were on hers.

Allura wrapped her hands around Romelle's waist instinctually, pulling the woman against her and deepening the kiss. It struck her then how much she had wanted this. Distantly she registered people wolf-whistling and cheering them on, but she was too focused on the beautiful blonde woman in her arms to care.

Christmas was definitely Allura's favorite Earth holiday.

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Hit Me With Your Best Car

Pairing: Will Solace x Nico Di Angelo

Summary: Will's not the best driver and Nico doesn't pay attention when crossing the street.

Words: 1907

It was 9 o'clock at night and Nico was dead tired after a long day of work and having gotten little to no sleep in the last week. He was wearing a dark Fall Out Boy t-shirt, a black zip up hoodie, black jeans, and black combat boots. Nico had his phone in his hand scrolling through his music selecting Jet Pack Blues by Fall Out Boy. Nico felt himself step off the curb onto the street but didn't look up. He'd walked this route everyday for the past year and was sure he could walk it with his eyes closed or in this case his eyes on his phone that was currently playing music through his headphones. Nico heard the screeching of the tires and looked up just as a yellow Honda Accord slammed into him.

Nico's head felt like it was full of cotton balls. He could vaguely hear someone talking. Their voice was panicked and he felt warm hands on his skin as he tried to blink open his eyes.

"Oh my god! I hit- I hit you with my car!" Nico heard someone saying above him. "Please don't be dead! Please don't be dead! You're too cute to be dead!" Nico finally got his eyes open and saw a man that seemed to glow like the sun itself, but that could just be the concussion he was sure he had. The man's face broke into a blinding grin when he noticed Nico's eyes opening.

"What the hell happened?" Nico grumbled trying to sit up. The stranger's hands were immediately on his shoulders pushing him back to the ground.

"About that... Imayormaynothavehityouwithmycar!” He spoke so fast Nico's concussed brain couldn't follow his words.

"I'm sorry but... what?"

"I may or may not have hit you with my car,” The man said slower so that Nico could hear him properly. Nico's eyes widened in surprise at the confession but he quickly forced his expression to be blank. Nico turned his head to the side looking at the bright yellow car a few yards away from where he was on the street.

“You hit me with a car that looks like the fucking sun?” Nico looked at the man incredulously.

“Maybe?” The man replied cocking his head to the side gauging Nico’s reaction. “My names Will by the way. You probably want to know the name of the idiot who ran you over.”

“I’m Nico. And you didn’t run me over,” Nico tried to smile but it turned into a grimace when a shot of pain flashed through his head. “You only hit me with your car.”

“Whatever you say,” Will got to his feet and reached down to pull Nico up with him. Nico swayed on his feet and reached out steady himself. His hand found Will and held on tightly as he tried to steady himself. Nico tried to lift his other arm to grip Will as well but let out a groan of pain when he tried to move it.

“What the hell?” Nico said trying to move his shoulder again, hissing in pain as he did.

“Stop! If it hurts when you move it don’t move it!” Will cried sounding exasperated. He quickly lifted Nico into his arms and began to carry him to Will’s car.

“It’s my shoulder that hurts not my fucking legs!” Nico yelled hitting Will with his good arm until Will set him down with a small smile. Will pulled open the passenger side door of his car and helped Nico in before settling himself into the drivers seat. “Try not to hit anyone else on the way to… wait where are we going?” Nico looked over at Will as he started the car.

“We’re going to get your shoulder looked at and your head too.” Nico mumbled a thanks to Will before settling into the passenger seat. The car ride was silent, Will making the occasional turn or stopping for red lights and pedestrians. Nico just looked out the window feeling oddly comfortable in the silence.

Nico didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep until Will was lightly shaking him. He lifted his head and looked at Will, who was crouching down to see Nico through the open passenger door. “Hey,” Will said softly as Nico rubbed his eyes tiredly. Nico looked at Will but instead noticed the bright lights illuminating Will from behind.

“A-Are we at a hospital?” Nico asked skeptically.

“Uh…yeah. I work here and have a friend who’s on call tonight and can take a look at you,” Will explained as he reached into the car to lift Nico out of his seat.

“My legs are perfectly fine thank you!” Nico swatted Will’s hands away grumpily before hauling himself out of the car. He tried to hide his wince from Will. He failed. Immediately Will was on top of him. He grabbed Nico and half dragged, half carried Nico into the hospital.

“Hey can you page Lou for me?” Will asked the girl at the front desk of the hospital. She quickly nodded and turned away from them. They waited for a few minutes standing in silence before a very loud voice called out “Will?” from the end of the hallway to their right.

“Lou! I’m so glad you’re still here,” Will turned with Nico at his side towards a young woman. Her hair was streaked with bright green and had been pulled back from her face into a ponytail. She wore green scrubs and a pair of sneakers.

“Did you forget your keys here again?” Lou immediately asked, Will smiled sheepishly but shook his head. It was as he shook his head that Lou finally noticed Nico standing slightly behind Will, “Who is this cutie? Did Will finally land a date? And if so why did you bring him here?” Lou looked delighted but both Will and Nico had gone bright red as she spoke.

“N-no Nico isn’t my date. I-I um well I-“ Will awkwardly started to tell Lou what had happened.

“Will found me after some idiot ran me over,” Will looked at Nico in shock as Nico restrained himself from smiling goofily back.

“The idiot didn’t even stop? When people do shit like that I lose faith in humanity,” Lou exclaimed angrily, “Did you catch the asshole’s license plate?”

“Um no I didn’t see them coming and was unconscious when they drove away,” Nico said looking over at Will, sending him a small smile.

“Lou can you take a look at him. I think he has a concussion and he can’t move his shoulder. Please,” Will cut in, saving Nico from trying to come up with another excuse to cover up what really happened.

“Oh! I totally forgot to ask if you were alright. Follow me,” Lou said before turning and quickly walking down the hallway she came from. Nico started to follow her but Will had already shot out his arm to hold Nico back.

“I’m sorry she assumed we were dating I-I um…well,” Will stuttered out. Nico looked up at Will curiously but Will wouldn’t look him in the eye. Nico started to reach out to touch Will’s arm; he realized too late that he’d tried to use his bad arm. Hissing in pain he drew his arm back close to his side. Will’s head shot up to look at him in concern.

“Nico! Come on you need to get checked out,” Before Nico could protest Will grabbed his good arm and practically carried him down the hall after Lou. When they finally caught up with Lou she already had a room ready for them. “Ok, uh Nico you go with Lou, I’ll grab some coffee for us,” Will told Nico before running off down the hall.

“Dumbass!” Will berated himself as he watched the coffee slowly pour out of the hospital coffee dispenser. He really liked Nico and he was sure that Nico could sense it. Will had always been bad at hiding his feelings ever since he was younger. “Just act cool. It doesn’t matter he looks like an angel in black and has…no. You don’t want to scare him off. You’re a grown ass man and professional you can do this.” With that Will headed back with two coffees and a smile plastered on his face.

“Hey look the living embodiment of the sun has decided to grace us with his presence!” Nico laughed as Will entered the room. Nico was sitting on the edge of the bed with Lou standing in front of him.

“I'm almost done, Will, then you can take Nico home or whatever you’re planning on doing,” Lou winked at Will over her shoulder, making Will blush.

“I-I didn’t think about… I can take you home if you want, Nico. Do you want me to take you home?” Will asked hesitantly, looking at Nico.

“Who’s house? Mine or yours?” Nico smirked a little but Will saw the hint of a blush creeping up his neck.

“Um… uh… yours?” Will responded scratching the back of his neck and looking anywhere but at Nico.

“Ok, Will, you take Nico to his house and then go wherever you want from there. Nico, you let Will take you home and then do whatever from there. Good? Good.” Lou said frustrated at the awkward sexual tension radiating off the two.

“Sounds good to me.” Nico smiled at Will and hopped easily off the hospital bed. “Come on, Sunshine.” Nico laughed grabbing Will by the arm and pulling him along towards the door.

“So long boys! Hope to see you together again soon!” Lou called after them. Will knew she was mocking him for his very obvious new found crush on Nico but Nico’s hand had slipped into his and he just didn’t care at that moment.

When they got to the car Nico quickly gave Will directions to his apartment building before totally settling into the passenger seat. The rest of the drive to Nico’s was quiet other then the occasional ticking noise of the turning signal and the soft rolling sound of tires on pavement.

“Here, this is my building.” Nico said as they pulled up to an apartment building.

“Ok I’ll walk you up just to make sure you’re alright. Concussions are serious and I don’t want anything we didn’t catch to get worse.” Will started rambling as he helped Nico out of the car and walked towards the building with him.

“So do you want to come up to my apartment or?” Nico wasn’t quite sure what he was asking Will but he knew what he wanted Will to say.

“I.. um… I don’t want to be a nuisance or anything, but I think, maybe, I should just to be sure you’re ok. I won’t if you don’t want me to though.” Will stumbled over his words. Nico just smiled softly at Will as he spoke.

“You’re the doctor, they’re your orders.” Nico chuckled, taking a step closer to Will. Nico slipped his hands into Will’s and gently pulled him closer. When Will noticed he started to stutter out something but before he could say anything Nico had planted his lips on Will’s. Will tensed at first but quickly softened, wrapping his arms around Nico’s small frame.

“I think I like the patient's orders more than mine.” Will said when they finally separated. Nico smiled, dragging Will into his building and up to his apartment.

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You’re My World

Pairing: Keith Kogane x Lance McClain

Summary: When Keith makes a bad call during a mission and Lance gets hurt, the Black Paladin can’t help but blame himself. So, who can lift the leader of Voltron’s spirits? None other than Lance McClain.

Words: 880

You’re not good enough. You’re unlovable. You’re worthless. You’re weak. You’re no one.

Keith swung again, barely missing the training robots head. He’d been training all night, sick of sitting in his room trying in vain to sleep. Images of their most recent battle haunted him. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Lance, his body limp and bloody in Keith’s arms. It was his fault, he’d rushed in; he’d lost his temper; he’d hurt Lance.

Once again, he’d lost his temper. The robot hit him square in the stomach, sending him flying to the ground with a grunt. Immediately, he was back on his feet, growling as he charged. He only managed to land one punch before he was sent sprawling again, nose throbbing and the coppery taste of blood already on his tongue. “Quiznak!” he cursed.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“I told you to lea--Lance!” Keith’s mouth fell open. Lance was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing his usual blue and white baseball tee, and a pair of grey sweatpants. “I-I...you should be asleep.”

Lance just chuckled, making his way across the training room floor to where Keith was still sitting on the floor. As he approached Keith backed up, turning his bloody face away from him. “Oh c’mon, I took a hit for you, the least you can do is be civil.”

Keith kept his back turned to the Cuban boy.

“Don’t be such a child, Keith!” Lance reached out and turned Keith back towards him. “Quiznak, Keith, what did you do?” he gasped. Already kneeling down in front of Keith, who had given up on trying to hide his face from Lance. Instead, he let his bloody, bruising face stay in full view.

“‘S nothing,” He mumbled.

“This,” Lance waved at Keith’s face, “says otherwise!” He turned Keith’s face from side to side, one hand softly gripping Keith’s chin as he inspected every inch of the brutalized skin. His warm breath fanned across Keith’s face, and Keith couldn’t help his flinch when Lance leaned even closer to see if his nose was broken.

“Stop, I’m fine,” Abruptly, Keith stood and began to head for the door. However, Lance jumped up and cut him off. Despite his best effort to hide it, Keith keyed in on the way a hiss of pain escaped him at the swift movement. He blanched.

“You’re not fine. What’s wrong?”

“Leave it, Lance.”

“No!”

“Why do you even care!?” Keith screamed, practically baring his teeth at Lance, “You hate me! I’m your rival!”

“I thought we were past this, Keith!” Lance couldn’t help but yell back, “I don’t hate you, I never have,” Realizing that he was only making things worse, Lance lowered his voice. Despite this, he still saw Keith visibly recoil at his words.

“Why? There’re plenty of reasons to hate me,” Keith had lowered his voice too. Suddenly, sounding small and vulnerable without the facade of anger, “I’m hotheaded, I can’t control my temper, and--and I hurt the man I lo--” He shook his head, tears streaking down his face.

Lance’s mouth was hanging open, eyes wide as he stared at Keith. By the time Lance recovered, Keith had curled in on himself. His shoulders were shaking with sobs, and tears were rolling off of his face to splash on the floor below. As his knees began to give out beneath him, Lance jumped into action. He wrapped his arms around Keith, pulling him into his chest and sinking to the floor with him.

“It’s ok. I’m ok. You didn’t hurt me,” Lance rubbed his back, “See?” He pulled up his shirt to reveal the scar on his abdomen. “Good as new,” His chuckle came out forced, and he realized his mistake as Keith buried his face back in Lance’s neck. Quickly, he dropped his shirt back over the scar. “My bad. Didn’t think that through.”

“You think?” Keith hiccuped, and Lance could feel his watery smile against his neck. However, he could still feel Keith’s whole body trembling against him and fresh tears wetting his skin. They weren’t out of the woods yet. So, Lance stayed with him. He held Keith tightly in his arms, rubbing soothing circles on his back, and murmuring sweet assurances into his ear.

When Keith’s sobs subsided, Lance pulled away. He cracked his signature grin, bringing a slightly smaller smile to Keith’s face. “So,” Lance drawled, “am I the man you lo--” He cut himself off, stifling his giggles as Keith smacked him the arm.

“I--Yeah,” Keith sighed, staring at his hands. “Yeah, I guess you are, Lance.”

“Good, because I lo you too,” Lance smiled, ignoring Keith’s eye roll as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “Bleh, I am not kissing you again until we clean all of that,” he gestured broadly at the blood covering the lower half of Keith’s face, “off of you. Nasty!” He stuck out his tongue and made a show of scraping at it with his fingers. Keith laughed, a genuine laugh that made a warmth settle in Lance’s gut. He had done that, he had made Keith laugh, even after everything.

You’re enough. You’re loved. You’re worth everything. You’re strong. You’re my world.

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“You’re the biggest twat I’ve ever met.“

-Spirit

inspired by @upthehillart :)

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Smells Like Love

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Summary: When Remus can’t stay awake in potions class Sirius is happy to pick up the slack. However, chaos ensues when he does too good of a job on their potion.

Words: 1,063

Remus was falling asleep. Even though he was standing upright in front of his potions table, his eyes were drooping shut. Slughorn finished his lecture about the danger of this potion, Amartent or something, and where to find it in their textbooks. Beside him, Sirius slowly turned to the page number Slughorn had said, scratching his temple with the tip of his wand. Everything felt heavy. He felt himself falling, falling, then the next thing he knew, something that was somehow both hard and soft was beneath him. “Moony, I’m flattered and all, but I can’t cut the Moonstone.”

At the sound of Sirius’ voice and the shaking beneath his head, Remus jolted awake. A flush colored his cheeks as he realized that he had been using his best friend as a pillow. He pulled away, immediately missing Sirius’ warmth. Sirius didn’t seem upset though, instead he was chuckling, a smile lighting up his face. “M’sorry,” Remus said, ducking his head as Sirius returned to chopping the Moonstone for the potion. “D’you need help?”

“Don’t worry, Moony. You’re tired, I’ve got this,” Sirius waved off his fumbling hands. Easily, Sirius executed the complex instructions. As he dropped the ingredients in and stirred, Remus tried his best to keep from dozing off. He really did try his best, but he still found himself being shaken awake by Sirius whenever he needed his arm to chop something. Remus apologized every time, but it always ended up coming out as a mumble instead of proper, coherent words. However, Sirius never cared. Instead, he just smiled and waved off his best friend’s feeble apologies and attempts at helping.

“C’mon, Pads, at least lemme try to help,” He had woken up from Sirius’ shoulder again, suddenly feeling more refreshed than he had all class. His eyes still threatened to close on him, but his limbs no longer felt heavy. Sirius still brushed him away, claiming that he still looked tired. However, when the black haired boy noticed Slughorn coming towards them, he shoved the spoon into Remus’ hand.

“Here, you stir,” Sirius commanded, grabbing the knife up from the table in order to busy himself.

“Ah, boys, how is your potion?” Slughorn asked, smiling his twitchy, nervous smile. He leaned over their cauldron and announced, “Looks the right color, now tell me, boys, what do you smell?”

Remus, who’s hand had been slipping from the spoon as sleep threatened to overtake him, startled and took a deep breath. His eyes fluttered closed in pleasure instead of drowsiness, and he found himself taking another deep inhale of the potion. “Mm, it smells like leather, and firewhiskey, and dog...” He murmured. Then, his eyes opened wide and adrenaline began to pump viciously through his veins. “Wait, this is amortentia, isn’t it!?”

Sirius stayed silent. He was too shocked by what his best friend had just proclaimed to produce a coherent response. Slughorn chuckled, walking away from the two Gryffindors’ table with a content smile on his lips. Before Sirius’ short circuiting brain could catch up, Remus bolted. His breaths were coming heavy as he pounded down the dungeon halls. He ran, and ran, and ran, until he found himself in his dormitory. Alone.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! What were you thinking!?” He yelled, pounding his fist into the wall. Pain coursed through his knuckles. When he finished, his right hand was bruised and bloody, and he felt no better than he had before. He felt worse. All the energy had drained from him. The anxiety, fear, and rage had dissipated, leaving him with a hollow feeling in his chest. Everything was fucking ruined.

Remus collapsed onto his bed, burying his face in the pillow and curling up into a ball. The dorm was silent. His fellow Marauders were all in class, or at least were supposed to be, and anyone in the Common Room was too busy studying to be loud enough for him to hear. The silence should have been calming, but it was maddening. It gave him time to think, to come up with excuses for what he had smelled in the love potion, but instead he ended up reliving that horrid moment over and over again. Sirius’ shocked face seemed to be permanently burned onto the backs of his eyelids.

“Remus?” Sirius’ familiar voice sounded from the doorway. Remus wished he could deny the way it made his gut twist, and warmth spread through his whole body. “Hey, c’mon talk to me,” Remus could feel the mattress dip, ancient springs groaning, as Sirius sat down beside him. He felt his friend place a comforting hand on his back. However, as soon as he felt it, Remus bolted into an upright position.

“Look, Sirius, I can explain,” The words began flooding from his mouth. He kept his eyes trained on his hands, scared to look up at the other boy, “What I smelled was nothing. It doesn’t mean anything, I just really like leather and firewhiskey and dogs…” he trailed off. His gaze was still focused on the backs of his scarred hands, fingers fiddling with the fraying wool of his sweater. Those words filled the silent room, suffocating him until he couldn’t take it anymore. He finally looked up at Sirius.

“You’re the biggest twat I’ve ever met."

Remus looked affronted, “Well, I—“ Sirius cut him off. He pressed his lips tentatively to the werewolf’s frozen ones. After only a few seconds Sirius pulled away, biting his lip as he scanned Remus’ blank face. Before Sirius could pull back all the way or begin to apologize profusely, Remus surged forward. He pressed a much more forceful kiss to Sirius’ lips, one hand burrowing into Sirius’ hair and the other cupping his cheek. Meanwhile, Sirius’ hands had found their home on Remus’ waist, pulling him into his lap as he deepened their kiss.

Eventually, Sirius pulled away. Both Gryffindors’ breaths were coming in pants and their cheeks were flushed. Sirius rested their foreheads together, breathing in the scent of Remus, and brushing their noses together. However, instead of kissing him again, the way Remus so desperately wanted him to, Sirius said, “For the record, I smelled chocolate and wool and—“ This time it was Remus’ turn to cut him off with a kiss, even though they were both smiling far too much for it to really be a kiss.

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