#(ily lance but I said what I said <3)

[decaffeinatedplaid]

hear me out:

matt = hunk

aaron = pidge

nicky = lance

dan = shiro

kevin = keith

allison = veronica(?)

renee = ezor

seth = zethrid

riko = lotor

mary = krolia

wymack = kolivan

neil = nyma

andrew = acza

[but-onlyforyou]

(Is Kat from The-Kittens-Of-Vol-Tron Gotta do this on my main)

You can answer them all here or break them down how you like :3

- How did these two idiots get together?

- Who realized they had feelings first? Who said 'I love you' first?

- Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon?

- is Keith more likely to steal Lance's clothes or is Lance more likely to steal Keith's clothes?

- Fav AU for klance (or top three)

- Fav Klance headcanon (or top three)

- Would they get matching tattoos or stick with matching jewelry

- Who would propose first? Or same time?

- Fav klance fanfic (if you have one)

I may send u more if I think of some, hope your flight goes well <3

KAT TY FOR ASKING ILY!!! my flights went pretty well, but dear god am i stiffer than a fucking plank of wood. aside from that, i could honestly talk for hours about these two for hours. days. weeks. i can't shut up about them. it's a curse that will be gleefully shared with everyone now 💖

1. i don't have one specific point in their timeline where i think they get together, but i am SUCH a sucker for it starting with a spur-of-the-moment kiss, messy but impossibly honest! a product of an overflowing heart and thoughts that always orbit frustratingly and undeniably around the other!! i'm sitting here sighing dreamily over the thought of wide eyes and tingling lips, the clumsy confessions that tumble out afterward and the rush of realizing the feeling is mutual. they're SO in love! (they always have been!!)

2. okay. OKAY THE ANSWER IS TECHNICALLY BOTH BC I LIKE READING BOTH SIDES OF THIS, BUT. for today, my answer is: keith realizes his feelings first bc lance's middle name is comphet. he only dreamt of kissing keith, his RIVAL, because sickman-what's-his-name-freud cursed his dick for making that one joke about eating oedi-pussy (pidge proceeds to threaten to clobber him for not even remembering the scientist's name if he was gonna blame him for something as stupid and scientifically impossible as dick-cursing). but once lance realizes his feelings and they get together, he'd absolutely say "i love you" first. he would say it so often that he jokes about wearing it out, but keith would softly smile at him every time. he could never get tired of hearing lance say it.

3. hehehe. >:3c kosmo is the biggest spoon, they draw straws to see who gets to wake up with all that wolf fur on their back-- (jk, i'm weak for lance simply being Held. i don't care if i headcanon him taller, he deserves to be embraced.)

4. see, lance STEALS the clothes. it is a vicious, premeditated act of flagrant theft. he shows NO remorse and thinks the irritated growl keith uses to (fruitlessly) hide his furious blush is the sexiest thing known to man. keith, on the other hand, is prone to dressing in a fugue state. if he just happens to ACCIDENTALLY acquire articles of his boyfriend's clothing? well, that's lance's problem! if keith just so happens to reap the (completely unintentional) rewards, good for him!

5. i've never read a good one but i like roleswaps or personality swaps!! (the personality swap rewrite of the pilot sitting 90% complete in my google drive doesn't count because it is, according to my expert opinion, not very good either!) bodyswaps are pretty fun too, and ngl i'm weak for whatever the hell that lovebug au stuff i see on ao3 is.

6. my favourite headcanon (BESIDES the fact that they've been mutually pining since, like, season one) is that a part of the other just lives absolutely rent free in their heads. not in an especially romantic sense or anything, they just think of each other often, and it's as common and unextraordinary as breathing. for keith, he can't see rain without thinking of lance and how he mentioned he missed splashing in puddles. childlike joy and simple wonder are LANCE things, and whenever keith feels them for himself, he feels closer to lance because of it. for lance, keith really does just live in his head. he starts off as an envious idol for his own success during their garrison days, but he later grows into something like a guiding light: after all, how could lance ever lose himself if he's managed to better himself enough to stay at keith's side? (also lance is taller and keith is either half galra or half vietnamese, depending on the au. i make the rules!)

7. (trying SO hard not to say matching jewelry bc, ffxiv tangent warning, my wolship has a matched set of not-quite-promise rings as their Thing) klance with matching tattoos just feels right to me. like yes, they absolutely do the thing where they wear their wedding rings on chains around their necks at least once and yes, the rings are technically matching jewelry, but. tattoos. they're THERE, in each other's skin, etched there and reverently kept despite the all pain it took to make it that far. they're a part of each other!!! intrinsic and inseparable!!!!

8. LOCAL IDIOT BOYFRIENDS END UP WITH TWO PAIRS OF ENGAGEMENT RINGS AT THE SAME TIME BC THEY BOTH THOUGHT THEY HAD THE SMART AND ORIGINAL IDEA TO PROPOSE FIRST (NOT CLICKBAIT)

9. absolutely exposing myself on main here but who cares, stan unacceptable behaviour by wyverning (also not to be vain but my ao3 bookmarks are a work of art. like yeah, i'm unhinged in the comments, but i am also incredibly hilarious, actually)

wow....kinda cringe how much i had to say.....anyway stan klance 💙❤️

[lanceappreciationblog]

🐌anon gets me. 🐌anon if you’re reading this ily/p

i’m also very interested in your headcanon for lance’s family! (viridian sickness is such a cool concept what the fuck?!?/pos) building off of my previous headcanon, hitting lance with the bpdification ray. quiet bpd, definitely. he’s probably gotten really good at keeping it hidden over the years, but the unbridled rage and overall rollercoaster of emotions i imagine him to go through daily? jeez. bpd is mostly caused by childhood neglect and while i do see that he has clair, his parents are gone, he’s probably always hurting </3

i don’t wanna intrude on your hc so if i’m being too much feel free to ignore this ask! but as someone who has it, i def see lance as the same kind. also it would be really funny in my opinion to have a guy be predisposed to super-rage (dragon tamers babey) have it extra -💫

Thank you so much anon!!! <3

And NO, NO. All of what you said is what I too believe 100%!!

The older Lance got he started to realize his absence of parents and why Blackthorn kept it a secret from him for so long. He had the tendency to lash out like a rampaging Gyarados when he's feeling irritable (smashing items, punching walls, you name it) and decided to go to counseling for it once he got older.

He became very jaded with life around his early teen years and really the only people he trusted were his aunt (Clair's mom) and Clair herself. His relationship with his grandfather became strained after he finally learned the truth of why he doesn't have a mom or dad. He thought he was selfish and a traitor. However, over the years they finally talked it over and have a mutual understanding of each other now.

[khaleesiofalicante]

OK… After seeing that one post with all the hints, as a fucking blind woman, I feel very disappointed in myself, but also very proud of you that I did not notice that Lance was blind in IALS. Like all the clues are there, I’ve literally lived some of this, and yet I am so clueless.

Also, you referenced the school I went to as a kid and I think that’s fucking brilliant.

But like in all seriousness, I am really happy that I wasn’t able to notice it because, I was talking about this to my date, like that’s one of the first things people notice about you when you’re walking in the street, or if you even bring it up to people when you’re talking to them. It’s number one reason I’ve gotten ghosted LMFAO. and so, to have someone just kind of write it in, have all these hints to the fact that it exists, and yet the main things that me and most others noticed about Lance is that he’s a little shit, but he loves his family. He’s really good on a piano. He has a heart of gold, but he’s also really messed up from everything that’s happened between his parents. And he won’t take anyone’s bullshit, and he loves his brother, and he loves his dad, both of them even if he is really mad at one of them. That he loves to read, and that he’s kind of quiet. Those are things that make up his character, and his character isn’t defined by his disability even though to most people who probably see him in the street, or in school, that’s the first thing they’ll probably notice. We got to see Lance, and if you read between the lines, maybe you’ll see that Lance is blind. But that’s not all he is, that’s not what’s important about him just because it’s a part of his identity. and most of the time, when people write about or talk about people with disabilities, that’s some thing they don’t realize. It’s not something that’s always written very well in books or TV shows. So thank you for the amazing representation. But also, how the fuck did I not notice this?

I guess I just couldn’t see it.

ILY and I hope you have a wonderful day :-)

I’ll be back later to then give you all my thoughts on the rest of the chapter and LBAF. Because I have a lot of thoughts.

This means so so so much to me. Thank you, Lily. There is a line in lbaf where Max says "It's a part of who you are not all of who you are" and that line was very much inspired by the memory of me in school (we were in psych class and we were learning about disabilities) and my teacher said you shouldn't say "disabled person" or "disabled people" because it reduces that person to their disability, as if it's the only part of their identity and therefore they need to be identified by that when they are acknowledged. Instead we say "person with a disability" or "people with disabilities" because it implies it's a part of their many identities.

So thank you so much. I'm glad that was reflected well.

We will of course talk about Lance and his ability in part 3 and how it influences his life and relationships. It's one of the things I'm extremely excited to explore in lbaf 5 as well.

Also be ready for blind jokes because this boy shares your dark humor lol.

I love you so much. Happy new year. See you on the other side.

[alycosworld]

I posted 139 times in 2022

That's 38 more posts than 2021!

79 posts created (57%)

60 posts reblogged (43%)

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I tagged 109 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#aly.rants - 69 posts

#dc's legends of tomorrow - 29 posts

#legends of tomorrow - 28 posts

#john constantine - 12 posts

#matt ryan - 11 posts

#sara lance - 7 posts

#in space with markiplier - 7 posts

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#ava sharpe - 6 posts

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Longest Tag: 110 characters

#watch it pick back up again for a fleeting moment and then i'll leave you all stranded with absolutely nothing

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

bethic twinstinct doesn't feel like an episode. it feels like i had a very shameful and strange dream and now im awake and do not know how to go about my day without thinking about it or letting it affect me.

151 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

#4

MANDO 🥺🥺 HES SO CUTE

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157 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

#3

i saw yr post abt the request thing so im gonna request^^

how abt venti with a s/o that i introverted and hates alcohol??? im not a big fan of alcohol and drunk ppl really scare me lol so id like to see how that would work out! i also have a social battery and when i do run out of that social battery and get really irritable and frustrated so how would he deal with that? take yr time and get rest <3

🧸/💮 anon~

(did u know iphone added new heart emojis0.0)

Venti with an Introverted S/O

A/N: in the process of momentarily reviving the blog as I said earlier, so here's the first post to mark that.

also, if you understand/like the phoenix wright reference then ily &lt;3

thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

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okay so, he's not gonna stop drinking for you. dude's an alcoholic, through and through.

and, he doesn't want to leave you alone because he loves you and he likes having you with him.

but...he realises that you don't like the atmosphere of the rowdier bars he frequents, or even the nice bars late into the night.

people shouting and making unnecessary comments, loud, horribly-sung music, all the drunkards crowding together and closing in around you.

it's terrifying and Venti's used to it, but you aren't and he understands.

you can stand him being drunk alone, because he's just dumb, funny and flirty - which, honestly, isn't much different from regular Venti.

so, what exactly does he do to help you out?

solution one: drink at home, sing his own songs, and recreate the atmosphere of a bar with just you. He doesn't care much for the patrons either - they're fun to be with, but he much prefers you.

solution two: take you two a calmer bar like Angel's Share (usually while Diluc's around so he can keep everyone in check) and defend you like Phoenix Wright.

as for your social battery, Venti just knows when you're running low. No matter what he had planned, no matter who else wants to see either of you, as soon as you get a little bit irritated, he's ushering you home.

he can't cook anything fancy, but he lives off bar food and he'll pick up something or haphazardly make something for you. Sure, it isn't elegant or well presented, but it fills you up, calms you down, helps you relax and tastes pretty damn good.

he'll cuddle with you, sing you an impromptu tune, tell you a good story, or just let you sleep while he takes care of everything else. If you need to get away from people, Venti will know and he'll handle it perfectly.

he'll stop whatever he's doing and immediately remove you from a social situation with some vague excuse:

"Well, I-- oh! Look at the time! Y'know, I think my darling lover and I should get going right about now, huh? Buh-bye, now!"

and he'll let you do whatever you want straight after, whether it be flee the scene like a villain or collapse on the street from tiredness.

"Oh? Have you had enough for today, my love? I agree, let's get you home and I'll take care of the rest."

"Don't worry about them, dove. All that's important is that we get out of here. No matter the situation, I'll handle it. You just rest. I love you."

161 notes - Posted April 14, 2022

#2

guys mark confirmed that yancy, as lore, has magical tattoos that change according to the universes changing around him. omg. y'all.

189 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sweetheart

John Constantine X Reader

NEW A/N: so! It's finally here, the finished version of "TITLE" that I accidentally posted all that time ago (and decided to leave up for the memories). I've left in all the old stuff, no changes to the original text, I just added to it so it's a complete story. I've even left in the old A/N for nostalgia ykwim. aNYWAYS, HAVE FUN!

OLD A/N: 100 followers is coming up but I have nothing for y'all so take the product of my latest obsession: john mf constantine - resident demonologist, exorcist, master of the dark arts, accomplished warlock and outrageously attractive brit. I love him, you love him, so let's give our soulless boy a round of applause! thanks for reading, please enjoy &lt;3

warnings: a lil spicy, slight choking??, talk of sex, inexperienced reader, reader is called pretty, love, sweetheart (idk if these are considered gendered words but I dont think they are??), gender-neutral reader

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(takes place in s4, Séance and Sensibility with the old Zari (Tomaz))

Kamadeva, now locked in the brig of the Waverider, poured some of the glittery ashes of his vial into his hand, blowing them through the air vents and to reach all the other rooms and Legends aboard in the night.

...

"Now, what are you doing, dreaming about me, love?" John asked. His trench coat had been removed and his sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows as he sat on the edge of your bed.

"The fugitive must've done something. It's fine, y'know, can't two friends hang out in a dream?" You chuckled nervously, sitting on a beanbag on the ground, crossing your legs and trying to act perfectly normal, although you knew that Kamadeva's magic wasn't for friends and John had special abilities when it came to dreams - he knew you were dreaming then and when you woke up, he'd know you'd been dreaming about him.

"Friends...that's not how I'd describe you and me. The way you act around me...it's not typical for friends, is it, sweetheart?" John asked with an undeniably attractive grin on his face.

"Don't call me that." You said, unable to stop heat from rising to your cheeks as John tilted his head to the side.

"And why not? I do it all the time. Or is it suddenly becoming less...friendly?" John asked before you felt your body stand up and walk to him. You definitely wanted to be near to him but, unaware of how much John would know about this dream when you woke up, you had to try and resist having fun. You came to stand just in front of him but he pulled you closer still, holding you by the waist as he guided you to straddle his lap.

"John..." You started, feeling your heart race as John leaned in towards you, pressing a kiss from your jaw to your neck to your collarbone and then pulling away to look at your flushed face as you gasped and breathed heavily, chest heaving up and down for John to marvel at.

"Pretty..." He mumbled with a dazed smile on his face.

"What?" You asked, not believing his words despite the whole situation being a fantasy.

"I said, pretty. Prettiest "friend" I've ever had the pleasure of knowing." John said, making you smile and look away from him. John seemed to realise the effect of his words and how you partially didn't believe them.

"I mean it, love," John said, snaking a hand behind your head to cradle the back of your neck, but when he watched you shudder and flinch slightly as his hand touched the skin, he grinned wickedly.

"Oh?" He asked, testing his theory of sensitivity by ghosting his fingers along your neck again and watching as you fell apart.

"John, I--" You managed meekly, but he only chuckled deeply before coiling one hand around your neck and tightening his grip ever so slightly as the other palm rested on your thigh.

"And how do you enjoy that, love?" He asked, watching your breath hitch but noticing your blatant satisfaction. John squeezed a little harder before letting go completely and smiling charmingly at you before leaning in and pulling your head down gently so your lips could meet his.

...

Unfortunately, just before the kiss you had dreamed about would occur so vividly in your mind, you woke up, panting heavily and in desperate need of a cool down.

You walked into the kitchen where the girls were, in just your pajamas, hair a mess and heart racing.

"The fugitive get to you too?" Sara asked, a smile on her face as Charlie beamed brightly.

"Yeah." You nodded as Sara handed you a glass of cold water.

"Well, personally, I really enjoyed my night. Blowing David Bowie's mind." Charlie grinned as Sara chuckled and Zari rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Who'd you get a leg over, Z? Wait, lemme guess, Nate? No, Kamadeva?" Zari stayed silent but raised her eyebrows making you and Sara look at her incredulously.

"Both?" You and she asked.

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331 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

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[shovson]

hi synth my beloved… 15-20 <333

HI HONEY <333 HOW R UU ILY

15. Is there a driver that you disliked in the beginning but now like?

I disliked George bc I thought he was boring but he is my best friend now. It's because I always let the good ones go or whatever Charli XCX said in that one song. I think what changed my mind was when he apologized to Valtteri for the Imola accident and took full accountability. Also the rookie of the year skit really did numbers to me. Fact. FACT.

16. Is there a driver who you made you drastically change your opinion of him?

I think this question has an extra you or I don't know how to read but..... i do not see...... though i don't know fernando would probably be the answer here. he's drastically changed me. i see him everywhere now.

17. Is there a driver that you liked but now don't?

@pandonorran knows this well but I used to be a Lando girlie but I'm not anymore </3. I don't know what happened but I must've experienced some sort of post nut clarity or im gamerphobic :/. twitch streamer phobia is a real phenomenon.

18. Is there a driver that you hate?

i am a hater always but i usually feel more apathy for drivers than hate. i don't know sometimes me and [redacted] are fighting (one sided). maybe if he didn't complain about the wind or whatever on comms.

19. Are there drivers you don't care about or so not have an opinion on? If so, why?

i have contrarian hipster disease so sometimes i will simply not care for popular drivers because i have complexes <3. this is not the driver's fault though. i think they all have their flaws and sexiness. and i treat blorbo in laws very nicely!

20. Which are your favourite drivers?

the obvious ones like lewis, george, checo, lance, max, alex, valt, guanyu but everyone is sleeping on robert shwartzman and jehan daruvala. not me tho. im awake.

[natewrightt]

ADHD (part 3)

other parts

Summary: Five and the reader go after the eye while forming an unexpected alliance with Klaus

Ship: Five Hargreeves x ADHD!reader

Warnings: none

Notes: I like where this is going

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“Excuse me?” Five asked as he walked into a building with you trailing along behind him. In the apocalypse, the two of you had managed to find an eye clutched in Luther’s head. This was probably him attempting to save the world and because of this, this eye had to be of some kind of importance.

“Hello...” A man named Lance greeted him with a confused look on his face. What the hell were 2 thirteen year olds doing in a facility like this?

“I’d like to return this.” Five announced, a fake smile plastered on his face. You stood nervously behind him, not comfortable with your surroundings.

Lance examined it for a moment before speaking again. “Where did you even get this?”

“Well, me and my husb- BROTHER!” You started, correcting yourself mid sentence. Five smirked lightly at your mistake. “Me and my brother were walking to the park and we...found it. Must have just...popped out.”

“What thoughtful young kids.” The secretary said from beside them. Five shuddered at the use of the world kid but remained focused. For now, at least.

“Yeah. Look up the name for me, would ya?” He seethed, already over this. You noticed the anger in his voice and quickly latched onto his arm, the feeling of your warmth calming him down a bit.

“Well young man, if-” Lance starts, reaching for the eye but Five is quick to snatch it back.

“You’re not touching this eye.” Five hissed, narrowing his eyes at the man. You held on tighter, realizing where this was headed. Shit.

“Now listen here young man-”

“No, YOU listen to ME asshole.” He exclaimed, grabbing him by his collar and losing control. “We’ve come a long way for this. Something that your tiny brain couldn’t even comprehend. So give us the name, and we’ll be on our merry way. And if you call me young man one more time I will put your head through that damn wall!”

Lance stuttered before turning to his secretary. “Call security.”

“Yup.”

You rolled your eyes before picking up Five bridal-style and walking away.

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“Oh! That was...so touching!” Klaus says dramatically, jumping out of the closet he was stuffed in by Five. He rolls his eyes at his brothers behavior. “All that stuff you said about dad and-”

“What are you wearing?” He interrupts, gesturing at Klaus’ ensemble. “I thought I told you to put on something professional.”

“This is my nicest outfit!” Klaus defends.

“Personally, I really like it.” You say, making Five scoff and Klaus smile.

“Listen to your hoe, Five. Now, what’s the plan again? I have to act like your dear old dad, is that right?” (A/N: if you know where that’s from ily)

“Yeah, basically.” He answers, gesturing for the two of you to follow.

“I’m getting paid for this, right?” Klaus asks again.

“AFTER the job is done.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” He stops the both of you. Five sighs, rubbing his forehead in annoyance. “So like, how is this going to work? Was it a one night stand?”

“Sure.” Five answers, but Klaus interrupts him again.

“Okay we met at...the disco! Remember that, okay? Ugh, your mother, that SLUT! Oh, the sex was amazing!”

You laughed as Five spoke again. “What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain.”

“Don’t make me put you in time-out!”

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“Like I said to your children before, you don’t have the person’s consent and therefore I just can’t help you. It’s for privacy purposes.” Lance explains again. You and Five sigh, ready to give up, but Klaus isn’t going down without a fight.

“Consent? Well...who gave you the consent...” He starts, standing up. “To lay your hands on my children?”

“I didn’t touch your kids.”

“Oh really?” Klaus challenged. “Well, how did he get that swollen lip then?”

“He doesn’t have a swollen-”

Lance doesn’t get to finish before Klaus’ fist comes in contact with Five’s lip. He groans upon impact but quickly gets up when Klaus turns to you. You brace yourself, ready for a punch.

“And that black eye?”

“Klaus, if you touch her-” Five warns, but it’s too late because he’s punching your left eye, knocking you down. For such a scrawny-looking guy, he can sure pack a punch. Five is at your side immediatley, helping you up and making sure your eye is okay.

“You’re crazy.” Lance mutters in shock of what just happened.

“You’ve got no idea.” Klaus responds with a smirk before picking up a snow globe on the man’s desk. “Peace on earth. That’s so sweet.” He reads out loud before crashing the glass on his head. You and Five wince at the loud noise and pain that he’s probably in.

“GOD that hurt!” He hissed before looking back up at Lance, who was calling security. Before he could say anything into the phone, Klaus swiped it from his grasp and reported a staff abusing customers before slamming it down and shaking his head while chuckling slightly.

“You’re gonna do great in prison, Grant.”

“It’s Lance-”

“A little turkey like you. You’ll get tossed around like a-” Klaus rolls his hips in exaggeration before continuing. “You’re just...you’re gonna do great. Trust me, I’ve been there.”

You and Five smirk at Klaus, surprised but also proud of his method.

“Jesus you are one sick bastard.”

“Thank you.” He answers, spitting out a piece of glass.

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“Well, that was a waste of time.” Five grumbles as you, him and Klaus leave the facility informationless.

“Yeah, but I was pretty good right? Where’s my consent bitch!” Klaus mimicked. You smiled at him.

“That was pretty awesome.”

“Thank you, little one.” Klaus patted your head before turning his attention to Five. “Yeah, can I have my 20 bucks now?”

“Your 20 bucks?”

“Yeah, my 20 bucks.”

Five goes up to his brother, anger relevant in his eyes. “The world is ending in 8 days and all you care about is getting high?”

“Well that and I’m hungry. Tummies a’rumblin.” He then proceeded to act out his stomach rumbling.

“You’re useless. You’re all useless!” Five exclaims, throwing his arms up in anger.

“Hey!”

“Not you.” He corrects quietly to you before sitting down on the steps, officially done with everyone and everything. You and Klaus follow him.

“Hey, now I know why you’re so uptight: you must be horny as hell! I mean, all those years alone together, did you-”

“Oh my god.” You mutter quietly, hands coming to your face in attempt to hide the redness start to come in your cheeks. Five scoffs before teleporting the both of you away attempting to hide his own.

“I have an errand to do, you need to go home and get some rest.” He instructs, placing you in front of the academy doors. Before you can protest, he presses a soft kiss to your lips and blinks away.

Great.

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Bro I got half of these lines wrong don’t come @ me my brother was hogging the TV 😭

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[canarypoint]

Legends of Y/N Lance - Chapter 0: What's Past is Prologue

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, panic attacks, and death (no actual details tho)

A/N: yes i know that the title of this not-chapter chapter is the same as 5x08 of The Flash but like...it’s a good title, alright? anyways... oh rao i’m posting this- i....wow... i just wanna quickly thank @cruelsummerindeed​ for being so supportive and helpful and just all around amazing, ily my batsmodsis/other half of HAROLD (also my friend mow on discord but he doesn’t have a tumblr account soooo). okay no more softness time for Arrowverse. OH ALSO- major spoilers for the Arrowverse throughout the entire series (specifically S4 of Arrow in this chapter...haha...sorry).

A/N #2: oh and just a quick reminder (honestly can’t remember if i said this in the summary/explanation/teaser thing for this series but) the reader is a teenager at the beginning of the series. HOWEVER... this takes place between seasons 2-3 of Legends, the rest of the series will be in order of the Arrowverse eps’ premiere dates or whatever adlkfjaklffj

It shouldn’t be this hard. It really shouldn’t be this hard. You were ten when it all first happened, not two, so it’s not like you don’t know her. Hell, she’s your sister. It should be easy to hang out with her, not awkward and quiet and whatever else this is.

“So…” Sara trails off, absently examining one of her knives.

You take in a deep, shaky breath as you look at something behind your sister, “Whenever Laurel wanted to talk to me… but- but she didn’t know what to say… she’d do this thing where she came up with a random scenario and what I think would happen in it… it was like this- I don’t know, it was like an unspoken game between us.”

Sara looks at you curiously. Clearly, she has no clue where you’re going with this.

“It started after the thing with the Gambit. I started having nightmares, then panic attacks, and she’d use it to calm me down and bring me back to reality. It never failed… so then it became a normal thing and the panic attacks and whatever stopped...” you trail off again, choosing a different spot on the wall past Sara to look at.

Your eyes flicker to Sara’s briefly, “She never mentioned you or Ollie… it was always dumb things like if I had done boxing instead of jiu-jitsu when dad wanted me to take self-defense classes, or if I had gotten a dog instead of a hedgehog that ended up running away the second week after I got it,” you pause, scoffing a little. “Or if the hedgehog just didn’t run away.”

At that, Sara laughs as you smile.

“But yeah… then Ollie came back and they started talking again, and she’d include him in small ways, like if he didn’t crash Walter’s weird grand opening for the science thing,” you laugh again, confusing Sara. “A few weeks before the Siege, she asked me how I’d react to Ollie being the Arrow. I thought it was the dumbest idea ever.” You look at her again, a sarcastic smile on your face, “look how that turned out.”

Sara laughs again before noticing your now-serious expression. “The last time she did that… before she died… it was the first time she included you.”

“What was the scenario?” she asks softly when she realizes you’re lost in your head.

“What if it had been her instead of you that went on the Gambit…” you admit quietly, like a secret being told to the one person it’s supposed to be kept secret from.

Except maybe, just maybe, it isn’t.

[bubblegum-switch]

hello! idk if you’re still active on this blog but i saw a post saying you’d accept requests and headcanons?? you’re honestly one of my favorite blogs and your writing is adorable 💞 anyway, my request because voltron still owns my entire ass. i was thinking maybe pre established klance and errr, lance having a huge thing for tickling and not knowing how to tell keith he likes it, bc he’s worried that keith would be weirded out by it if he finds out but when does keith finds out, he’s not? 🥺

YOOO SAME BOAT W VOLTRON STILL OWNING MY ASS

no i have not watched s8 and no i will not but i still love the characters SO much

Anyway absolutely I can do this yes. I haven’t written tickling in literally years (whoops) but I can only hope it’s improved since then. Also good lord ticklish!Lance still owns my whole heart so omg thank you for this amazing prompt, i hope you weren’t hoping for a full one-shot and are okay with a less-formal one this turned out longer than expected lmao

Also aaaaaaaaaaa your words are so kind, ily anon <3 I hope to remember this blog more often bc I’m so bored bc of quarantine and what better way to pass the time than to write?

Note: There’s like. no actual tickling in this bc I wrote it pretty much entirely around the confession itself but there’s still some teasy Keith which is always good. Also I wrote this from like 3:30-5am whoops

Also this isn't letting me put in a working Read More and I am sorry for the resulting long post

Rating: T, it gets suggestive in words but not actions and there’s nothing explicit

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Lance bit his lip. It was Space Family Movie Night, and while it was a good movie that Hunk picked out, the scene that was currently playing was...

Well. The two main characters were having a (brief, but still) tickle fight on the protagonist’s bed. Lance had been hardly paying attention up to this point - it just wasn’t his kind of movie - but this... this scene had his eyes glued to the screen

He tried not to pay attention to Keith’s arm around his shoulders. He tried not to think about the fingers that absentmindedly twitched every so often. It was probably just a byproduct of his arm getting tired and wanting to move, but during this scene Lance was hyper-aware of those fingers.

None of the others seemed to pay much attention to the scene. To be fair, it wasn’t a major scene. It was objectively cute - the protagonist had a mutual crush on the other character, and they were finally getting close. But Lance couldn’t help but be minorly petrified by it. He tried to be nonchalant, but felt restless throughout it. He tried to hold still, but found himself drinking from his glass of water less calmly than he’d have liked to afterwards.

All too soon, his cup was empty. He extracted himself from Keith’s arm and walked to the kitchen both to refill his water and take a breath.

He looked out the window of the castleship at the vast expanse of stars as he turned on the sink’s faucet. After testing the temperature with his hand, he brought the glass to it, nearly overfilling it. He raised it to his lips and let the crystal-clear water cool him off from the inside-out.

After a few sips, he set it back down on the counter, looking out into the cosmos once more.

“Coming back soon?”

Lance jumped as he heard his boyfriend’s voice suddenly in the room with him.

“You startled me,” he chuckled nervously, picking his glass back up. “I’ll be back in in just a minute.” 

Keith smiled at him, then walked over to him, gently embracing him against the counter and following his gaze outside.

“I’m glad we did this,” Keith said softly into his shoulder. It was still a relatively new relationship between them. They had been dancing around their feelings for long enough, and about a week before they decided to cut their losses and give in.

“Me too,” Lance said, nuzzling into his arms, letting his earlier flustering dissipate from his mind.

“So, care to tell me why you left so suddenly?”

Lance could hear a gentle smile in Keith’s voice. “Hm?” he asked, feigning ignorance.

“You got up so quickly, are you alright?”

Lance thought quickly to cover himself. “Y-yeah, I just got thirsty all of a sudden.” He took another sip of water to cement his point.

“Well,” Keith pulled himself away and began turning to walk back to the lounge, “don’t keep me waiting too long, okay?”

“I’ll be back in soon,” Lance smiled warmly back at him. Crisis averted, for now at least.

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It was movie night again, a week later. This time, Pidge had control of what they were watching. It was a spy movie of sorts, one Pidge said she used to watch all the time on Earth.

Lance was laying with his head in Keith’s lap, feet hanging over the arm of the loveseat they were in. He was more invested in this movie than the one Hunk showed the previous week.

When the protagonist was kidnapped by the enemy agents and woke up tied to a chair, a tiny warning bell went off in Lance’s head. Be on guard, it said.

When the head enemy agent approached the protagonist saying she had ways to make her talk, the warning bell got significantly louder. Logically, Lance figured it wasn’t going to be what he simultaneously hoped and feared it would be.

When the enemy spy walked around the back of the protagonist and extended her hands to the tied woman’s sides, Lance tensed up. Yep, here it comes.

Sure, the scene only lasted a few seconds before the enemy paused, threatened more, and the protagonist gave in, but it felt like an eternity to Lance. He quickly downed the juice in his glass, leapt up and went to the kitchen once again. 

“Come on, it’s not a big deal,” he said to his reflection in the window’s glass. He gripped the edge of the countertop. He felt that his face was probably glowing pink, and tried to shake his head to clear his mind.

“You should be able to handle 10 seconds just seeing it.” Lance set his head on the cool stone under his hands and groaned.

“So you’re obviously not okay,” a voice behind him spoke.

He jumped up and whipped around to, sure enough, see Keith standing across the kitchen. Lance noted he seemed to be fighting a smile.

“I’m fine,” Lance said shakily, filling his glass with water once more.

Keith’s trace of a smile melted away into a concerned frown as he closed the distance between them.

“Look,” he began. “Two weeks in a row you jumped up and ran out of the room. Is it me? Is it the movie choices? Do you now want to be touching me when we watch them?” The genuine concern in Keith’s voice hurt Lance to hear. 

“N-no, it’s not that,” Lance rushed to amend. “It’s just... uh...” and he quickly faltered. How was he going to explain this? It hadn’t ever come up between them, and it wasn’t exactly easy for Lance to talk about.

Keith’s face changed before Lance could continue, and for the life of him Lance couldn’t name the expression he now held.

“Is it something with tickling? You don’t like it, do you?”

Static was now the only thing in Lance’s mind. He flinched and felt his face grow warm as he fought back a smile with an attempt at a frown.

“Ah-n-no it’s not that I just - uh--”

“I can make sure there isn’t any content of it in movies from here on out,” Keith stepped closer and took Lance’s hand. “I want you to be comfortable, and if this helps it helps, right?”

Lance still couldn’t figure out the expression on his face. In the meantime, he was panicking. Oh god, Keith was saying things Lance didn’t want to hear. This was embarrassing, but for the wrong reasons. Keith was wildly incorrect, but Lance couldn’t bring him to tell him so.

The blue paladin only couldn’t handle those scenes because of everyone around him. If Lance let himself react naturally to it, surely they’d notice the squirming and stifled giggles coming from him.

He just couldn’t bring himself to tell Keith he not only enjoyed but loved being tickled. It just felt too weird to admit, plus he couldn’t exactly say The Word out loud which made things significantly more difficult.

“N-no, it’s not...” he bit his lip and avoided Keith’s gaze. He was so afraid his boyfriend would think him weird for it, especially the extent to which he loved it.

“Then what is it? You know you can tell me anything, right?” Keith squeezed his hand. 

Lance couldn’t meet his gaze. He tried his best to squeeze out the words anyway. 

“It’s not... that I don’t like it...” and he couldn’t speak any further. He could only hope that Keith could extrapolate far enough.

Lance felt a squeeze on his hand again as Keith laughed softly. “That’s it, Lance?”

“I’m sorry... I know it’s weird--”

“Look at me,” Keith interrupted, gently cupping Lance’s chin and turning his face to meet his own. The blue paladin still struggled to make eye contact. “There’s nothing weird about it.”

Lance stayed quiet, looking down at the floor.

Keith fondly rolled his eyes before pressing a kiss to Lance’s forehead. “If anything, it’s adorable. You like laughing and smiling so much, it’s only a natural progression.”

Lance snickered at his boyfriend’s logic.

“Oh? Was that a laugh?” Keith quickly responded, enjoying watching Lance blush deeply. “I wasn’t even doing anything!” he smiled, moving to pin him between himself and the counter. With a shift to a bit of a darker expression and an evil grin on his face, Lance knew things were going to be alright.

“But I can,” and Lance’s stomach was full of butterflies.

A nervous giggle spilled from his lips. “Not here,” he whispered back. “The others might hear.”

Keith leaned in close to his ear. “Then tell me, Lance, how much do you like it?”

A shiver went up and down Lance’s spine. The blue paladin grabbed his boyfriend’s wrists in  surge of energy and started leading him towards his bedroom, so they were out of earshot. 

Their impromptu “sparring sessions” were about to get a lot more interesting.

[riskeith]

happy weekend dearest!

other than the snow angels, i haven’t done much.,, just been cozying it up with coffee and blankets at home hehe. 30 degrees... amazing. ideal feeling like a rotisserie chicken weather. 😌 bc of global warming we’ve been having some great summers these past few years. it even gets to 30 degrees as well which was unheard of tbh.

you’re so cute for caring ilysm <3 and aaa! a walk! do you have any perticular place you enjoy walking to or does the winds guide you, hehe? EDITING A FIC... 👀 i’m looking respectfully...... 👀 wait did the event open up for you already? i tried to play it earlier today but it wasn’t there yet... the lost riches one right?

bennett is best boy i still can’t believe it either!!! he’s seriously the cutest he just makes me so happy. when i need to explore and run around i always run with him bc i love his lines so much. what a bebie. you should go for it there are still some days left! + he’s a four star so he’s easier to get. GUOBA IS SO FUNNY he’s just.... a little fucking bear i can’t stop laughing... tbh the little creatures like amber’s bunny too just 😭 have you seen those yt clips of them dancing? obsession..

i need to ask you this bc when i found out i lost my mind: did you know that the japanese va for razor is also the va for tsukishima (haikyuu) and shigaraki (bnha)???? insane!!! it made me consider switch to japanese dub tbh.. which dub do you use?

maybe i’ll send you a little part and you can read or something shdkdhskdjdjf help 😳 it’s not edited or anything so it might take a while plus i’m super into writing bnha these days so.... but hey if You have any prompts you want to read maybe i’ll write a drabble for you. i don’t mind at all! <33333 ask for anything!!

(FIC-COLLAB!!:!/$:)!:&//&/!$:’sidnd HELP.... omg what kind of fic would we write....?)

exactly! i think when you realize that there’s nothing keeping you there anymore that brings you joy, that’s when you need to step back. social media is a bit fucked up that way imo. like you want to be there to be informed and to have fun but it takes so much.. hm. also you always tell me this but i wanna tell you to that YOU are the reason i enjoy social media these days so.. thank you <3

you relate to bakugou and lance? that’s super hot of you.. 🥵 my wifey is a self assured, super intense and talented person.. couldn’t ask for better tbh. i think out of them both i’m pretty much like todoroki.. we’re super similar in so many ways now that i think about it shsjdhdhdj.. how about we just stay c.r and m.a our dynamic is perfect as is LMAO

DOUBLE VENTI! I’D LOOOOVE THAT FOR US. bow users are difficult indeed but venti is one of the easier bow users it feels like... idk watching others game play he doesn’t have as much pushback as say amber for example. 12K PRIMOGEMS..... babe you’re getting your xiao!!!!!! how long have you been saving? also i seriously don’t mind if it comes down to it hakshddkhd i can be your genshin sugar mommy... ;) imagine a c6 venti though that seems insane. literal insanity.

SPEAKING OF SHIPPING.... THE POST YOU POSTED... THEY STOLE OUR IDEA AND IT LOOKS SO CUTE AND ITS CHONGYUN AND XINGYUN WHICH IS EVEN BETTER... THEY LOOK SOOOOO CUTE TOGETHER I’M OBSESSEDDDDD!!!! <3333 dude idk how but we are doing that co-op date somehow i’m super inspired i want that for us so badly... (also i need to say smth... my love language is when people say ‘i thought of you when i...’ and the fact that you said that just hsjdfhjdjdksk shit)

actually you’re right.. the only way we’d get a sequel is if they did something with the mfe fighters.. like kinkade james veronica nadia and ina. idk how attractive that would be tho...

i’m a lady, my dearest *dips* no but my pronouns are she/her!! sorry i didn’t mention it before i thought i made it clear shsjsjdkdj. ty for asking tho ♥️ super sweet!

AAA!!!!!!!!!! EEE!! i’m super super excited. if it’s like,, too public and you don’t just wanna post it i might think about exposing myself or smth... if that would make you more comfy. no matter what you do i’m just gonna be here buzzing, *hinata voice* one more one more one more.

oh!! i listen to everything but kpop sjdjdkdhdk i did have a semi-phase around like 2014-19 ish but dropped it pretty hard . now i have no clue what goes on there anymore i mostly enjoy rnb indie n rap/hip.. my gay ass was considering making a little playlist or smth for u but i want to make it with songs You’d like so i might pull up my old kpop faves hehe..

guess chilling is out of the question then, heh. hope you slept well!! i’m gonna try to wake up earlier so we’ll have a chance to send more messages during the weekend perhaps... mwah!!

YOURS, m.a. <3

happy weekend!!!! hope you can ease up a bit since there’s no school hehe

“feeling like a rotisserie chicken weather” FHSKFHKSDF yes!! but it honestly sucks when it gets any hotter bc we don’t have central cooling in our house so rip... and my laptop fan goes crazy ahaha. 30 degrees being unheard of.. can’t relate! fsdfjs. have you guys had to adjust to those changing temperatures? rip climate change tho :’(

<333 i do!! i usually walk to the local park and then the streets around that.. omg speaking of... do you play pokemon go? DHAFKHSDKFHSKDFHKSDH i got back into it again recently ahaha. it’s for a free bakudeku zine!! hehehe it’s out at the end of jan so 👀

i just checked and the event is open !!!!!!!!! good luck hehe !

yup lost riches!! and the event opens at 4am server time, so since i’m in asia i get it earlier hehe which colour seelie are you gonna go for tho omg i was debating it with my friend last night.. i’m gonna pick gold!!

baby bennett!! that’s true but i can’t risk getting a 5 star otherwise my pity will reset for xiao fhdskfhskjfhkjshkfj next time :(((( but albedo /is/ super pretty and i see a lot of people saying they like him... NO !!! xiao only >:( no omg i don’t think i’ve seen those clips ? is it mmd where they like dance to other songs and stuff ahah

yes i did!!!! and the VA for diluc is giorno from jjba and kuroko from knb!! omg wait and venti’s VA is hinata did you know that? fun fact i guessed it was him when i first heard his voice LOL that’s my secret talent 😩 and i use japanese dub!! i’ve considered using chinese too bc i can understand it but i just like the japanese voice actors tbh and also i can excuse it as “listening practice” AHAH

yes pls!! sending something bnha is fine too, or legit anything else lmao i’m open arms over here~~ 🤗👐 and ooft... it’s hard thinking of prompts that’s why i always ask others HSDKFJHSDKFHSD but i’ll let you know if i think of something!!!

(no clue!!!! but we could each write from a character’s POV so hopefully it’s more consistent 🤪🤪 idk i have no clue how fic collabs work AHAHA)

yeahhh one of my mutuals said “social media is a curse” and honestly hard agree.. we’re all kinda trapped in a way LMAO. and no pls don’t thank me.. you’re the one who found me first 😩💘 ily..

FSDHKJFS pls you’re making me blush come on 😳😳 but yes i love that for us... m.a. x c.r. the only valid ship 😩

woooo!!!! yeah you’re probably right, like given the fact he’s a 5 star his mechanics are probably different.. i know that diluc’s charged attack is different to the other claymore users so! IM GETTING MY XIAO!!!! and hm i’ve been saving since the middle of zhongli banner! so december 10 ish around then? dragonspine was a blessing tbh i reckon i got sooo many primogems from that. FGJKSHFKJSDHFKSDHSHKJFH my genshin sugar mummy 🥵🥵 c6 venti unstoppable..

AHAHAHA YEAH THEY LOOK /SO/ CUTE TOGETHER!!! i wonder how they got so many of the images tho like they must’ve been so in sync?!?!? ugh that could be us but no cross-server co-op be playin’.. (fhdskjfhdskjfhs um!! noted for future reference 🤪)

omg them.. i always forget about them LMAOOOOOOOOO ugh. actually i wouldn’t be mad if we got a prequel of like when keith was in the garrison... or even when shiro was with adam... ugh so much they could’ve given us and they chose not to

*waggles eyebrows* well hello there, m’lady ;) and it’s fine fhdskjf i had some inklings but didn’t wanna assume ya know? ahah :p

no!! it’s all g, i’ve thought about posting it before anyway. like, just releasing all of my WIPs and letting people do what they want with them HAAHA. (i could also just put the link under a read more and less people would see it, so it’s no biggie!) fkdshfkjs the hinata impression omg precious <33

FJHFDSKJ awks ahah which groups were you into tho! if it’s not like scarring for you to think back to LOL. and oooo i like indie too! i think.. or is it alt? honestly i don’t even know, tbh my music taste is pretty diverse and a mess, i can usually listen to a lot of things. except slow songs i don’t really like those hfdskj. and i don’t like rap too much either FHSDKJS whenever my friend gives me a rec i’m just like “oh i liked the singing parts in that” FDSKJF. a playlist tho huh 😳🥺

and pls!! if the weekend is your only chance to sleep in then do it.. for me 😩 i’ve been legit waking up at 12pm these past few days FKJHSKDF idek why like i’m sleeping 10 hours?? yikes. but as always i shall be waiting for your response <3 💌

[ofieugogyshz]

I only have the one major romantic f/o (lance), so i'm just gonna answer them regardless.

1) who fell for the other first.

Me. It was definitely me. Tho I wasn't aware of it/was very stubborn about it. He says he had always cared for me regardless and saw someone in need, but it was obvious when I had gotten all starry-eyed at him. My blushing gave it away whenever we got too close to each other (damn a light complexion!)

2) who said ily 1st

Him. See above stubbornness + being tsundere + not wanting to assume his niceness meant anything more. Plus, being obvious, he felt confident that it would be reciprocated. Which feels kind of jerky, now that think about it.

3) who is more affectionate

I think we're both kind of reserved about it publicly, but at the same time, definitely me. I like physical contact/am touch starved, so there's a lot of arm linking/clinging and leaning against coming from me, but he's more likely to kiss me in public than i would him. Or other softer, more intimate signs of affection between two people, ie rubbing shoulders, caressing skin, etc. I think we're equal at hand-holding in public

In private, it's still probably equal-ish, but he's more likely to be more comfortable at showing affection without people watching. (The joy of basically being the equivalent of a celebrity) People are always watching him for the various roles he has, and while it's still obvious in public that we're together from his protective body language, he's waaaaaay more comfortable without eyes watching him. He feels like he can be more himself in private and not need to worry about any of his mantles, from the Dragon Clan to Champion/Elite Four member to a g-man to literally any other way people perceive and think of him. So his guard is lowered and he feels more comfortable initiating affection. It also doesn't help that i'm not comfortable with showing certain kinds of affection in public, and he knows where that line is crossed.

4) who initiates cuddle sessions

I think it really depends on who needs it more or who feels like it more at the time? I'm usually more touch-starved, so I'll basically just lay against him and be like "cuddles plz", which elicits a smile and a short laugh from him. But if I'm in a Mood(tm), he's going to initiate if it's necessary for the situation

5) how do we cheer each other up

If something is weighing on him, I'll approach him and ask him what's wrong and listen, usually with a hug from behind or leaning against him in a sort of half hug half cuddle? He doesn't like anyone to see him when he's that upset, because he doesn't want to lash out and would rather be alone and take time to re-compose himself. ESPECIALLY if he's angry about something. He'll go train in private and I'll have to find him and talk to him to find out what's up

When it's me, to cheer me up like, it's hard for me to resist his gentle smile. He'll be a little silly until he's gotten me to laugh. Maybe plop a cute plush or Pokemon in front of me or he'll drape his cape on me and i don't even know how to describe how there's some silliness in it

If it's something more serious or a Mood, he'll make me talk to him. He'll listen to me and validate my feelings, or fight me on it if i'm expressing self-hatred. He absolutely HATES it when I'm harsh on myself and self-hating, and it's sometimes startling how seriously he'll fight me on it. He loves me so much that it's almost offensive to him that I'll hate myself? I don't really know how to describe it, it just melts my heart thinking about it. And he'll hug me after and stroke my hair and tell me how much he loves me and that it hurts to see me in such pain and that he's sorry for getting so aggressive about it

6) who is more likely to plan a surprise date:

Him, because i'm bad at planning things until the very. last. second. Tho i guess that does make things more of a surprise. For both of us.

7) who suggests more creative date ideas

Me! I'm the ideas person, once a topic/theme has been picked

8) who steals the other's clothes

We uh, don't really do that. I'm a much bigger size than him and i don't think there's much in my wardrobe he'd wear? Tho i could be wrong.

....i do "borrow" his capes tho bc they are good blankets. ;>> so i guess me

9) who is more likely to leave cute notes

Both of us! His are more like "remember to do this! ❤" and mine are more like "ily!!! Thanks for [xyz]!"

10) our favorite thing in the summer

Probably flying around and getting to go to lakes and stuff, finding temperally cooler places to go to! I'm used to 110°+ weather, but that still doesn't mean i wouldn't go somewhere cooler. I really like nature and forests and such, so if he sees a place as he's working that he think I might like, he makes a note of it. I love playing in water but it'd be nice to be able to go around while every thing is lush and green!

11) our favorite thing in winter

CUDDLES AND SNUGGLES AND CURLING UP IN BLANKETS AND HOT COCOA!! He'll take me to snowy places since i haven't been to snowy areas except once in my entire life. He'd probably offer to teach me some snow sport but mmnope i'm good, i have the physical calibration of a broken 90s touch screen and a fear of heights. I can barely stand flying. ><;;

But yes, getting an excuse to spend time bundled up together is gr8 imo

[voyager-into-the-unknown]

This is Part 4 of my Plance fic series. You can read Part 3 here:

https://toocool2btrue.tumblr.com/post/188737473073/yes-of-course-you-should-continue-writing-this

Breakfast with Hunk

Lance woke up on Saturday morning hugging his pillow. He had dreamed of Pidge that night—dancing with her, kissing her, embracing her, and finally, falling asleep with her in his arms. He slid the pillow back beneath his head and then rubbed his eyes. Early morning light was just visible through his blinds, and he could hear the sound of the shower running. Hunk was up.

He checked his phone, and sadly, there were no new messages. He decided to text Pidge. He felt a little nervous about contacting her so early in the morning, but didn’t girls like it when the guy got in touch with them again, right after a date? He didn’t want to seem desperate, but he couldn’t wait any longer.

Lance: Good morning, pretty lady. Did you sleep well?

There was no reply. Maybe she was still asleep. Or maybe she was in the shower. No, he shouldn’t think about that. Well, just because he told himself not to think about that, he thought about it.

Rather than let his mind wander into some rather naughty places, he got up. The shower was separated from the sink and commode, so he could relieve himself, wash his hands, brush his teeth, wash his face, and shave without disturbing Hunk. He then went back to his room, knowing that Hunk would be done with his shower soon enough. His phone pinged. Nervously, he picked it up. It was Pidge!

Pidge: Good morning, Loverboy. 😉 I slept very well, indeed. Thanks for asking.

Loverboy? Lance blushed, remembering all of the times that they kissed yesterday. He was spending the day with her and her parents, but surely he could get her alone at some point and steal a few more kisses, right? He wanted to kiss her again right now.

Lance: I had the best night’s sleep ever. All of my dreams were about you, Pidgey.

Pidge: 😊 Pidgey? That’s cute. You must have had some really great dreams then, if you dreamed about me....I dreamed about you, too.

Lance: Oh, really? ✨😎✨Tell me more.

Pidge: No. That’s private. Of course, yesterday’s reality was like a dream come true.

Lance: Yes. It was the best day ever! I can’t wait to see you again.

Pidge: 😊 I am looking forward to seeing you, too.

Lance: You know that I love you, right? 💙💚

Pidge: I love you, too. 💚💙 I have loved you since arriving at the Garrison.

Lance: You mean, when we returned from space?

Pidge: No, since before we ever left. Before we were Paladins.

Lance: OMG! Pidge!!! 🥰 I had no idea. I am so sorry I didn’t notice. I mean, we were friends even back then, but...

Pidge: I was disguised as a boy. I didn’t want you to notice.

Lance: But after we became Paladins and you revealed that you are a girl, why did you keep your feelings a secret?

There was a long pause, and then she answered him.

Pidge: Allura. Nyma. Plaxum. And so many other girls. I didn’t think I had a chance with you. 😢

Lance: I am so sorry, Pidge. I was such an idiot. You mean so much more to me than any of those other girls, even Allura. I love you.

Pidge: I know.

Lance: Did you just “Han Solo” me?

Pidge: 😂 Yup.

Lance: I have been waiting for Hunk to get out of the bathroom so I can take a shower. I think he’s getting out now...

“Morning, Lance. Who are you texting this early? Is it your girlfriend?”

“Ugh, go put some clothes on, man. It’s too early in the morning to see that. My eyes!”

“I am decently covered by this towel. Tell Pidge I said hello.”

Lance: Hunk says hello. I just told him to put some clothes on.

Pidge: 😂 Tell him I said hello, too. He’s going to ask a million questions about us, but don’t tell him everything.

Lance: You know how nosy our best friend is. Anyway, no worries. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell. 😉

Pidge: Thanks, Loverboy. Now go take your shower. We can talk later. ily. 😘

Lance: ily2. 😘

“Pidge says hello too. And also says that she loves me!” Lance called to Hunk through the open door.

“Ha! I knew it! She’s had a crush on you since forever.”

“We can talk about that later. I’m gonna hit the shower.”

“Well, in the meantime, I am going to make us a breakfast fit for kings, so don’t take all day in there.”

Lance went to his bureau, and selected clean socks and underwear. Then he went to his closet, choosing a light blue button down shirt, grey trousers, and a darker blue sweater. She would like these colors on him, he thought. They would bring out the color of his eyes.

Lance went into the bathroom and stripped off his pajamas, then turned the hot water on. Naked, he climbed into the stall and let the spray of hot water relax him. He lathered up with his favorite body wash and sang to himself a song he had been working on for the past week, even before he asked Pidge to go the ball with him. It was a love song, and he had the guitar chords and the melody that he wanted. It was the lyrics that needed work. Maybe she could help him with that. Right then, it occurred to him that girls really loved sappy romantic stuff like that. He should definitely bring his guitar over to the Holts, along with dessert, which he hadn’t actually thought much about yet.

When he was done showering, Lance dried off, combed his hair, and put on some extra strength deodorant and a bit of his favorite cologne. He wanted to smell nice for her, especially since he intended to spend the afternoon dancing with her in her parents living room. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he left the bathroom and went back to his room to get dressed.

He shut the door and dropped his towel. He put on his shorts first, having selected a pair of white boxer briefs for support and freedom of movement that were nearly as comfortable as Paladin underwear, and then a white T-shirt made of a stretchy, absorbent material, which, like his shorts, was meant to wick perspiration from his body. (He hoped he didn’t sweat too much. He didn’t want to reek of nervous perspiration around Pidge.) The socks were chosen to coordinate with dress shoes, rather than his usual sneakers or uniform boots. Next, he buttoned up the light blue dress shirt, which was a bit more formal than the long sleeved T-shirts he usually wore. Grey trousers were next, and a belt, followed by the darker blue sweater. Lastly, his shoes, which were formal, but comfortable, and perfect for dancing. He put his wallet and his phone in his pockets.

“You about done in there, Loverboy? Admiring yourself in the mirror, right now, am I right?”

“No!” Lance said unconvincingly. In truth, he had been admiring his reflection and wondering if Pidge would like his attire. “Breakfast smells great. I’ll be there in a second.”

Hunk had indeed made a breakfast fit for kings: ham and cheese omelettes, crispy bacon, hot buttery biscuits, and hash browns with cold milk and hot coffee. Everything looked and smelled delicious.

“What did I ever do to deserve all of this? Hunk, you’re the best!”

“I know. Now give me details.”

Lance sat down to eat breakfast with Hunk and told him briefly about what had happened between himself and Pidge yesterday, saying nothing too personal, just a general summary of their day. He told him how nervous he was when he asked her out, and how she kissed him in the hydroponics garden. He told him about their trip to the mall and what they purchased there. “We even ate at Vrepit Sal’s! The food was great, but not as great as this breakfast, made by the master chef himself.”

“Aw, Thanks, man.” Hunk ate another forkful of omelette. “So what happened when you got back home? Did you kiss her goodnight?”

“Of course! But she asked me to keep our private stuff private.”

“It was pretty hot, though, wasn’t it?”

Lance’s face was all the answer Hunk needed. He was blushing like a desert sunset and grinning shyly. “Let’s just say for a girl who has never had a boyfriend before, she’s really good at kissing. I am not going to give a detailed description, just a statement of fact: Pidge is a genius in everything that she does.” Lance sighed, and grinned goofily.

Hunk laughed at him. “Well, I hope that you know how happy I am for both of you. Just be careful with her heart, Lance.” He sipped his coffee.

Lance put his fork down. “What do you mean? I just told her that I love her, like, three times just this morning!”

“She’s had a crush on you since she was fifteen. She’s watched you flirt with every attractive girl that has crossed your path since then. She’s had to endure your unrequited love for Allura, and she’s had to watch you ogle any humanoid female with curves in the right places. Dude, she’s cried herself to sleep over you a thousand times. You can’t do stuff like that anymore.”

Lance became very quiet, his expression serious. He was hurt by the truth of Hunk’s words, and angry at himself for being so blind and self-centered for so long. “I know,” he said softly. “I won’t. There were quite a few attractive single ladies around the base dropping hints that if I needed a date to the Garrison Ball, they were interested. I didn’t even consider asking any of them. All I could think of was how to summon up enough courage to ask Pidge to go with me. And at the mall there were lots of cute girls checking me out. I used to be flattered by stuff like that, but now I just ignore them. Pidge is the only girl for me, Hunk.”

“I’m glad to hear that, buddy.” Hunk looked apologetic. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings just now.”

“Don’t be. It’s the truth, and I needed to hear it.” Lance began to enjoy his meal again. They talked about the new engineering project Hunk was working on, and Lance’s work with the new pilots, Paladin training, and the rest of the team. Keith wanted everyone on the Paladins’ training deck at oh-eight-hundred on Monday morning.

“He thinks we’re getting out of shape,” said Hunk.

“Well, I will be if you keep feeding me like this. Not that I’m complaining. This is the best breakfast I have had in ages, Hunk. Thank you.”

Hunk grinned. “You’re welcome, but you know that I had an ulterior motive.”

“Of course. You just wanted to hear about my love life.”

“Ew! No, not really. I just wanted you to know that Pidge is my best friend, too, Lance. She told me that she was bullied all through school for being so smart. The boys were the worst—they called her names and stole her stuff. None of the girls would talk to her either. She was a very lonely kid whose only friend was her older brother, mainly because because Matt was the only one smart enough to really understand and appreciate her, besides her parents. When he and Sam disappeared, she was devastated.”

“I know. She was desperate enough to hack into the Garrison computer network to find out what happened to them. Iverson banned her from the Garrison for life. That’s why she cut off her hair and pretended to be a boy named Pidge Gunderson.”

“And then she was assigned to our cadet training group. We became the first real friends she’s ever had outside of the Holt family. Lance, we are two of the first guys she’s ever been able to trust. Be gentle with her. No matter how much you want her, the female should be the one to determine how far things go and how fast, not the male. And if she wants to wait—“

“I already intend to wait for her, Hunk. He family is very conservative and very protective of her, especially Sam. She’s the girl I want to marry. I want to wait for her. I want her family to like me, too.”

“Well, from what you told me of your little romantic adventures yesterday, Colleen already likes you.”

“Yeah. It’s Sam that I worry about. He’s brilliant, and kind of intimidating.”

“Intimidating? Sam?” Hunk smiled. “He’s an old softie.”

“That’s because he likes you, Hunk. You’re a genius. I’m not, and I can’t help wondering if Sam thinks that I am just not smart enough for his daughter. He probably wonders what she sees in me.”

“We all wonder about that, dude.”

“Thanks,” Lance said sarcastically. “That does wonders for my anxiety.”

“I was just joking! Seriously, you have got to go in with an action plan. Play to your strengths. Impress them with your talents.”

“Sarcasm, puns, and general goofiness?”

“Well, your sense of humor is one. Um, you have good manners, and there’s your skills as a Paladin...”

“I don’t think sharpshooting and flying are going to be enough.”

“You were singing in the shower again this morning. You have a great voice, Lance. Maybe you should bring your guitar and sing for them.”

“I was actually just thinking about that just now. I’ve been working on a new song lately, but I am having a bit of trouble with the lyrics. I was thinking that maybe Pidge could help me with that.”

“Is it a love song?”

“Of course. And it’s about her, well, both of us really.”

“That’s brilliant! You should definitely sing it for her.”

“Do you think that will be enough?”

Hunk got up from the table. “Well, if it isn’t, there’s this secret weapon.” He held up a white paper bag that was on the counter.

“Are those—?”

“Peanut butter cookies, baked especially for her. They are so good, she will definitely want to marry you, whether her father likes you or not.”

Lance laughed. “Hunk, you are the best!”

They cleared the table and Lance insisted on cleaning the kitchen, since Hunk had done all the cooking. Lance sang to himself while he worked, and Hunk watched from a distance, smiling at his friend’s happiness.

[besidemethewholedamntime]

until i knew you

For @huntxngbxrd - I hope you have the bestest day that you deserve for being the bestest bean! ily so much <3

Summary: 

"He asks her to marry him again in the same breath that she tells him that she’s pregnant. Hunter’s jaw hangs open, his eyes wide, and Bobbi launches into a not-very-well-pre-prepared speech about how she knows that it’s a shock, and she knows it’s not exactly ideal timing but they’ll be fine because they’re together and together they can handle everything and they love each other." Bobbi and Hunter make a baby, and a pretty good one at that. AU family feels.

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He asks her to marry him again in the same breath that she tells him that she’s pregnant.

Hunter’s jaw hangs open, his eyes wide, and Bobbi launches into a not-very-well-pre-prepared speech about how she knows that it’s a shock, and she knows it’s not exactly ideal timing but they’ll be fine because they’re together and together they can handle everything and they love each other.

She breaks off when she’s only really a third of the way through because she looks at Hunter’s face, his hands holding out the engagement ring she once threw in his face years ago, that are stock still, and haven’t moved in the past five minutes.

“Hunter?” She says, snapping her fingers in front of his unblinking eyes. “You doing okay there, buddy?”

“Just… um…” he opens and closes his mouth several times, imitating a fish perfectly. “Bloody hell.”

“I know it’s a bit scary,” she begins, moving towards him slowly. “But we can do this.”

His demeanour morphs and, withdrawing the hand holding the ring, this bright and brilliant smile lights up his whole face. “Well, duh, of course we can. You and me, Bob, can do anything.”

It’s a relief. Not that she was ever worried, of course, because she knows Lance Hunter like she knows her own mind, but still, it’s a relief nonetheless, and probably accounts for why she’s a little bit breathless and uncharacteristically quiet when she takes his hands in hers.

“Yeah? You mean that?”

“Of course, I do, or has baby-brain got to you already?” His grin is the only reason she resists from punching him in the arm.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she tells him. “I’m really glad to hear it.”

“At least you’ll have to say yes to my proposal now.” He laughs, holding out the ring which she allows him to slide onto her finger without protest. “Can’t have grandma Hunter thinking her precious Lance is bringing a baby into this world out of wedlock.”

Bobbi laughs and this time does punch him playfully in the arm. She is happy though, incredibly so. To have a child with, and be married once again to this man that the universe has inexplicably gifted to her as her soulmate is completely unbelievable but truly, everything she’s ever wanted.

-x-

“No offence, but I think she’s cuter than you.”

“None taken.” Bobbi leans her head back against the too-thin hospital pillow, not caring that she can still feel the bedframe through it. She’s exhausted in the most delightful way, too tired to do anything except lie back and stare at her husband cradling their hour-old daughter in his arms.

“Like bloody well cuter. I can’t take my eyes off her.” He doesn’t look away from their baby as he says this, but she knows the expression on his face. It’s one she’s never seen before, but had recognised it instantly for what it was the moment it appeared. That look of undeniable and unconditional love, the feeling of knowing someone completely even though you’ve just met them. The way that they have your entire heart, body, and soul, and that you know, without a second’s hesitation, that you’d die for them, kill anyone who harmed them.

“Don’t worry,” she murmurs, sleep pulling at her eyelids but she battles it off, not wanting to miss a moment. “I wouldn’t expect you to.”

He does look at her, then, eyes filled with tears and this stupid grin on his face like he’s just won the lottery. “You did bloody amazing, love. I am so proud of you.”

His words bring tears to her eyes. Stupid hormones. She closes her eyes briefly so he doesn’t see – she wants this moment to last forever if she can make it. “I’d do it all over again. She was worth it.”

“She’s worth every decision I’ve ever made,” he says, and Bobbi doesn’t think he’s speaking to her anymore, or even their daughter. Perhaps to the universe. To let it know that he’s made his peace with everything that brought this child to him.

“Yeah,” she softly agrees. “Mine, too.”

“We’ll need to think of a name, you know. Baby girl’s cute and all, but I don’t think my nan would like it if it was her actual name.”

Bobbi chuckles gently, still a bit too sore to give the full laugh. “Since when do we care about what your grandma thinks?”

“Since always I’ll have you know, Bobbi. I’m her favourite.”

“Must not have a lot of good options to choose from then.” She sticks her tongue out at the indignation on his face. “But you’re right. Baby girl only works until you’re three days old, then the cuteness wears off.”

“Please, her cuteness will never wear off, will it?” He coos at the baby who sleeps on soundly in his arms. “You take after your old dad like that. The Hunter charm never fades.”

Bobbi could certainly think of a few times where ‘the Hunter charm’ did indeed wear off, and wear off for a while, but now is not the time to mention it. Not when he looks so happy. “Sure, whatever you want to believe.”

She’s so tired now. Given permission, knowing her daughter is in safe hands (the safest she can imagine), she could gladly fall asleep. It’s only the thought that, if she does, in the middle of a conversation about their baby’s name, Hunter might take it upon himself to give her the craziest name he could think of, just because he could and she wasn’t there to stop him. And while Bobbi likes to think he wouldn’t do that, she’s honestly just not sure.

In the end they discuss it for a quick ten minutes, but she falls asleep in the middle of debating Lucy and Delilah. When she wakes up in the morning, she notices that her daughter’s cot has a little name badge now stuck to it, but the writing’s too small to read what it says. Oh, if he’s done it then she’s actually going to kill him. It’s been less than twenty four hours, for goodness sake, and he honestly only had the one job and that was to not do a damn thing!

The man himself strolls into the room, looking suspiciously fresh for someone who supposedly slept on the floor in a sleeping bag. He’s whistling a tune as he comes to kiss her on the forehead, and it’s with remarkable restraint that she doesn’t reach out and squeeze a hand around his throat.

“I notice the cot has a name badge, now,” she says icily.

His expression doesn’t change; he still looks as calm and collected, as content with the world, as he did when he walked in. She wants him to feel real fear, because if their baby daughter is called something like Calamari just because he thought it was funny then his death is going to be slow and painful indeed.

“Yeah. I thought I’d pick one for you, you know, seeing as you were so tired last night and all that. Just cut right to it.”

“And what, God help you, did you choose?”

“Sophie. It’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

It was, actually. It had been the name she’d been thinking about for her daughter before she was even thinking of children. There had been a point, though, where she’d never thought it was going to happen and so she’d buried it, deep, and never thought of it again.

She forgot she told him. She forgot that he would remember.

“It was,” she says softly, looking at her sleeping Sophie in her cot. She aches to hold her but she doesn’t want to wake her, so she hugs her brilliant husband instead.

“Have a little faith in me, sweetheart,” he laughs into her shoulder, and she hugs him tighter in response.

-x-

“Alright!” Bobbi booms, shutting the front door so hard that it rattles the entire house. “Who broke Mrs. Bishop��s window?

She walks into the living room to find her husband and four-year-old daughter sitting at the coffee table, teacups filled with orange juice and a plate of biscuits in front of them. Both have a pirate’s eyepatch on their left eye, a feather boa around their necks, and SHIELD hats (they had to take some swag when they were disavowed) on their heads.

“Wasn’t us, love.” Hunter says innocently, holding a teapot in his hand. “We’re having a tea party.”

“Daddy said biscuits were okay before dinner,” Sophie chimes in.

“Snitch,” Hunter tells her.

“Biscuits aren’t the issue here, you two.” She feels as though she has two children sometimes. “Who broke the window? I’ve just had an earful from Mrs. Bishop and she’s very upset.”

“Ugh, that old bat’s always upset about something,” Hunter moans, pouring some more orange juice into his teacup.

“Well I’d be upset, too, if our window was just broken by a ball that looks suspiciously like the one we had in our backyard this morning.”

“The boys from next door stole it,” Sophie tells her, the one visible eye wide with excitement at the drama. “Me and Daddy saw them and he shouted at them but they wouldn’t give it back.”

Oh. Bobbi calms down considerably, especially because now they don’t have to fork out for a new window and the ‘distress damages’ Mrs Bishop had hinted at, also.

“So, you see, Bob, we were just here having an excellent tea party, no window-breaking whatsoever. Tell her it was those little horrors from next door and that she can’t be accusing a respectable family like us of such nonsense.” He swishes the end of the feather boa over his neck and grins at her. “Now come and have a seat.”

“I can’t,” she says apologetically, thinking of the million things she has to do.

“Oh please, please, please,” Sophie begs her, hopping up and down in her chair. Her smile is so like her father’s that sometimes it takes Bobbi’s breath away. A smile she would die for, she knows that for sure.

“Yeah, love, come on. Have a seat, take a biscuit and some orange juice and relax.” Hunter blows her a kiss and hands her a spare eyepatch.

-x-

“Barbara Morse, you cannot phone the school just to make sure that our daughter has not been swallowed up by a giant sea-monster that has appeared from nowhere and has disappeared to depths unknown.”

She huffs, both at the use of her name and his blatant over exaggeration. “I was just going to make sure that she was doing okay, but thanks for that, Lance Hunter, because now I’m actually worried that she’s been swallowed up by a giant sea-monster that has appeared from nowhere and has disappeared to depths unknown!”

It’s silly, Bobbi knows it is. Millions of children, all over the world, start school and don’t get swallowed up by sea-monsters. They come home with rosy cheeks splattered with paint and grinning with the biggest smiles their parents have seen on them. They make friends, they make fun, and they become even more themselves.

Except it also means they’re growing up, that they’re on that path – albeit a long one – to becoming adults and that one day her precious Sophie, who still needs her to turn on the bathroom light and who can’t quite figure out how to tie her shoelaces just yet, will no longer need her parents the way she does now.

It’s silly, for children aren’t permanent things and were never supposed to be, but Bobbi can’t help the lump in her throat when she thinks of the inevitable future that now seems to be coming at her a lot faster than she once thought it was.

And it’s even sillier, because out of the two of them she’s not really the emotional one, and yet here she is, teary eyed at the thought that her daughter might even be enjoying school, while Hunter stands on the other side of the kitchen, seemingly unaffected by the whole thing.

He had been a bit tearful earlier, when Sophie had run up to him asking if he thought she looked smart in her new outfit, with her new schoolbag and her hair done just so. Bobbi heard him blow his nose in the bathroom.

“You can’t phone them, Bob,” he tells her again, firmly.

She knows but also, she doesn’t. She’s a mother. It’s well within her right.

“I don’t see why not. Just a quick phone call is all. Just to make sure she’s settled,” she pleads with her husband. “Please.”

Hunter comes around to stand in front of her, taking her hands in his. “You can’t phone them,” he says again, looking her straight in the eye. “Because ten minutes ago I just did.”

“You’re amazing sometimes, you know that?” She kisses him, thinking she has never loved him as much as she does right now.

“Only sometimes?” He scoffs, but then he chuckles and smiles that grin that intensifies and also eases her ache for Sophie just a little. “I know.”

-x-

“I still vote for suing them, or at least putting toilet roll all over that instructor’s house.”

“Hunter, we can’t do that. Plenty of kids will break their legs at karate. We signed the insurance papers.”

“It’s because of that instructor’s bloody incompetence that my precious Sophie will have her leg in a cast for the next six weeks, Bob! I can’t believe you’re willing to stand for this.”

“I’m not standing for anything. I’m just saying that we can’t do that.”

“What? You have a better idea?”

“Yes, actually, I do.”

“Whoah! Oh, damn, Bobbi, I like it. Let me get my balaclava and I’ll get you in the car in twenty minutes.”

-x-

“I don’t know whether to mention the fact I was in the SAS, or that I was a mercenary for hire first.” Hunter looks over at her. “What do you think?”

“Mercenary for hire. Kid’s probably never heard of the SAS.”

Hunter nods in assent but mumbles ‘bloody Americans’ under his breath.

Sophie’s brining her boyfriend to meet her parents for the first time. Understandably, she hasn’t told them much about this young man she’s been dating for the past two months and so, understandably, Hunter and Bobbi have been wondering about what to say (and quite possibly do) should this kid turn out to be less than ideal for their daughter.

“I think you should bring the batons out, sweetheart. Just leave them lying on the table and the kid’s bound to notice them.”

“I feel like it’s not subtle enough. We don’t want to be downright terrifying on the first go.”

“Hmm…” Hunter drums his fingers on the kitchen table they sit at. “How about we put them on the wall? We make it look like an ornament, right? And then I make some off-handed comments during dinner about how great you are with them. We suitably terrify him so that he doesn’t muck around with our daughter, but not so that he’s scarred for life?”

Bobbi considers it. It would certainly work. She never thought they’d be the type of parents to be scheming this way, but anything for their child. It brings out the best and worst in them, sometimes, their protective instincts.

“Yeah, okay. Add it to the list.”

-x-

“I still can’t believe she’s gone.”

Bobbi doesn’t say anything, can’t, because now that it’s night time and she’s lying in their bed in their suddenly very empty house in Hunter’s arms she’s suddenly got tears choking her.

She thought she was fine. It was Hunter who cried, earlier. Hunter, who, when they were putting boxes into Sophie’s car (“I can go myself, guys. Seriously. I’ll be fine.”) had had to excuse himself for a whole thirty-minutes to go cry in the bathroom. Hunter, who, when Sophie had driven away to uni, had gone up to the attic and spent the next three hours weeping over baby toys and baby pictures and the feather boas that they had once worn to their tea parties that happened what feels like a lifetime ago.

“What are we going to do now?”

“She’s an adult,” Bobbi manages to choke out, sounding very unlike herself. “We have to let her be one.”

“Stupid kids,” Hunter moans into her shoulder. “They’re all cute and they make you love them and then they just grow up and leave.”

“It’s what they do.” She tries to be diplomatic but she’s rather inclined to agree with him. Kids are stupid, but she loves hers to pieces. “We did it at one point.”

“Oh my God.”

“Exactly.”

It seems to have gone too quickly, these past eighteen years that they’ve nurtured this little person so she can grow and go into the world as her own big person. Sophie is their entire world, all squished into this blonde-haired, sparkly-eyed, dazzling grin-bearing human. To think that they’ve entered this new stage, where the entire dynamic between them has now changed, is more than she can bear.

“I’m going to miss her. A lot.”

“Me too,” Bobbi agrees, feeling the lump come back. “But she’s following her dream and living her life and that’s what we raised her to do.”

“Maybe we did it a little too well. Going to university hundreds of miles way was not what we thought of.”

“We raised her to make her own decisions,” Bobbi says firmly, trying to convince both Hunter and herself. “This was her decision and it was a good one.”

Hunter pulls her tighter to him. “We made a good one.”

She should have put some tissues in her pillow because at this rate it’ll be sopping wet all night. “The best.”

Things fall silent for a bit, and Bobbi, after consoling herself with the knowledge that Sophie said she’d phone tomorrow, almost manages to fall asleep.

Then Hunter taps her not-so-gently and whispers insistently in her ear, “and you remembered to put the panic button in her bag, show her how to use it and all that?”

She smiles into the dark. Well, they couldn’t be entirely normal parents. After all, they’re Bobbi and Hunter. Normal is never something they’ve aspired to be. “You know it.”

He sags against her, visibly relieved. “That’s my girl.”

[real-fakedoors]

NDHDKDKDMDNDHS S THAT LATEDT CHSPTER HAD ME SCREAMING I WAS SO STRESSE D. O U T . But I was wondering!! And I do have a few questions, I apologize 1) Do we ever get to find out what exactly happened to Lance’s family? (Spoilers? 🧐🧐🧐) 2) Were you still planning on doing a second part or is everything gonna be resolved in the epilogue (also maybe spoilers 🧐) ? 3) I love u and ur writing 4) Are you planning on writing anymore kl fics after this?

ANON ILY

im SO GLAD you liked the chapter, although I’m SORRY for stressin ya

I’m happy to provide some answers/insights as for what’s in store for this... story. store... story... i feel like there’s a pun somewhere there. ANYWAYS.

DEFINITELY SPOILERS AHEAD!

1 & 2. (because the answers are related)

There’s still a lot to develop with Lance’s family! Not only in the epilogue, but in the SEQUEL TOO! Yes, that’s me, confirming for 100% no maybe’s, but’s or if’s about it.

There’s going to be a sequel. Because there was just too much of these two boys to shove into one story,

Although I won’t reveal everything, here’s some things to look out for (rather in the epilogue or the next installment!)

- Lance’s unanswered letters. What gives, right? Well, something gives alright. Something gives.

- Veronica/Lance parallels incoming!!! ...after all, I’ve heard McClains have a type 👀

- Hira closure. (And closure with Nadia, Adela and Emely, too!) They might not “technically” be family, but they’re definitely connected to Lance enough at this point that their own stories are irrevocably intertwined. We’ll be seeing more of them, at least enough to... satisfy, I hope. :)

3. I LOVE YOU! And to express that, here’s a gift of unpublished material from me:

(some context -- while writing Lance’s ‘dream’ sequence, I was feeling a little burnt out and a friend of mine nudged me on this post, so I wrote a quick drabble from Lance’s POV)

[LANCE]

Fuck fuck oh god fuck he’s coming this way he’s really angry I’m so dead fuck he’s really hot though shiT SHIT --

A hand hit the fence beside his head, and Lance was glad his uncle was a funeral director; his Mamá could probably at least get a wonderful discount on his casket.  

“What the fuck did you say to me?”

I probably deserve this. Turning in the Macbeth assignment late, what the fuck, McClain? What the fuck were y--

Keith Kogane was about two inches away from him, breath still heavy with the scent of tobacco.  “Hey, sweater vest, are you deaf?”

“Uh -- uh, n-no.” He cleared his throat, did his best to make his gaze steely. “But you’re not supposed to smoke up here.”

There was an extended pause, a single eyebrow raising far into that awful mullet’s hairline. Who even has a mullet anymore, it’s 2019! Also, whomst the fuck allowed him to have such intense eyes?

“You’re in my stats class,” Keith said bluntly, gaze turning at least marginally less hostile. “Taylor, right?”

Oh c’mon, seriously?!

Now he was getting a little angry too, putting his hands in between the very-small distance between their chests. “My name is Lance, asshole.”

“Lance?” The guy said the name like a question, like he was trying to deem if it was worth his time. “Hmm. You’re pretty rude, judging someone you don’t know. What’s it to you if I smoke?”

“It’s not allowed on school grounds, I don’t care what you do with your lungs.”

Alarmingly, Keith’s constant state of passive-anger shifted. (because that’s exactly what this jerk’s demeanor was, a kettle two-seconds away from boiling over) Now, he wore a positively sinister smirk.

I am not emotionally stable enough for this what the fuck, fuck, fuck me -- no wait.

“Are you going to stop me?”

4. YES I HAVE SO MANY PLANNED AHHHHHH

As you likely know, I have a handful of current WIPs in the fandom:

cosmic dust never settles - A roleswap + Galtean AU, in which Lance and Allura are siblings; Lance pilots the Castle of Lions, Allura pilots the Blue Lion, and Galra-hybrid!Keef.

Not So Normal - A Stranger Things inspired fic, where Lance vanishes one night, and Keith “is going to turn the world upside down to get [him] back.” ST is not necessary to enjoy the fic -- just pulling some setting/plot elements from the show!

Unpublished ideas:

“as above, so below” (working title) - Persephone!Lance x Hades!Keith AU... also with the rest of the squad lmao because I’m weak for them. Thinking Apollo!Hunk, Zeus!Shiro and Hera!Adam (just without the crazy 15 spouses thing, ya know), Aphrodite!Allura... still working out Pidge, Lotor, Romelle and Coran atm. Still lots of thoughts percolating on this one!

“Coffee Shop [But Not Really]” (working title) - as the title says, it’s going to be set up/set in a coffee shop, but there’s going to be something untoward going on that makes it... not so obvious. I don’t want to say too much here because that’ll ruin the surprise/fun of it, and I’m still hashing out ideas on this so... I won’t say much more than that!

maybe a “daycare AU” where they’re in their 20s and Lance works with kids... I’m thinking maybe Keith gets involved because, while he’s not old enough to host foster kids, he is sort of a “big brother” figure to one or more kids in the community and they end up crossing paths that way. im just weak for lance being soft with smols and Keith being soft for Lance and... yeah

take very good care, anon

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Coldthistle House {Lance x Reader}

Words: 8k

  Summary: Coldthistle House is where people come to die.

  Genre: angst – gothic horror

  Warning: creepy descriptions  - blood and gore – demons and stuff.

  Notes: masterlist – based off of a book I recently read called House of Furies by Madeleine Roux {also yes i’m aware i posted two long fics in two days but i had like four hours to waste today in the library and i started this and then finished it at like half 11 at night please accept my constant, angsty content ily}. 

  ---

  The lightening shattered the sky. You watched it; didn't flinch.

    You counted the seconds it took for the thunder to follow suit. 2...3....4....5.... BANG!

   “Five seconds,” you told Keith. “It's a safe distance away from us.”

    Keith looked over at you through lidded eyes. You could feel his gaze on the back of your neck – you always could whenever he was looking at you. He always called it one of your 'special powers' that nobody could ever sneak up on you, because you could always sense them. You felt their energy. You felt their presence rippling through you, and Keith's dark glare was never subtle in the first place.

   Now that the thunder and lightening were taking a break, you listened to the scratchings of Keith's knife as he sharpened it behind you. He was using only the firelight as a guide; the fire that Mr Shirogane had told him not to light, but he had done so anyway. You hadn't bothered warning him; Keith did his own thing. You were only along for the ride.

   You were only here because they needed you. Because the guests had been bad. Because you were the only one brave enough to do something about the bad people of the world.

    Mr Shirogane gave the orders, but you did the deed. That was how it worked. That was how it had always worked.

   “You're an odd thing,” said Keith. You had yet to turn around and look at him. You had been sat with him for hours now, watching the sun hide away behind the mountains, replaced by the moon which cast a silver shadow along the field Coldthistle House was located. Your knees were bunched up to your chest. You enjoyed the feeling of your heartbeat sinking through your skirts, thundering against the skin of your thighs.

    Your heartbeat was your own little secret, something nobody else could hear. Although sometimes, you thought Mr Shirogane could hear it. Mr Shirogane heard everything.

    “You say that to me often, Mr Kogane,” you replied. “Perhaps it's not me that's odd, but you.”

    “I integrate into society well enough,” was Keith's response, and he seemed to think that was enough. The flame-lit room fell into silence again, the only sound coming from Keith as he sharpened his blade.

   The weird thing was, Keith was no butcher. He was no chef. He just liked knives.

  ----

    The guests for the week arrived as the roosters rose to rouse the hotel into awakening.

    Dawn had barely broken. You were wide awake, darting around the halls with your fresh skirts billowing out around you – they had been washed by Allura after you had gotten rid of a man who had murdered his wife and children. Oh, his blood had gotten everywhere.

    “Eighteen years old and you don't even know how to wash your own silks,” Allura scolded whenever you had handed over the billowing pile of blood-stained clothes.

   “I have no time for that, Princess,” you said. Allura grimaced. You always called her Princess. You thought she liked it. Anyone would like being called Princess.

    The doorbell clanged through the foyer, replacing the usual alarm clock of the roosters outside. You were buzzing with excitement, skin bristling with the excitement of finding out who you were going to be dealing with next – perhaps another murderer? You didn't want that to be the case. You had seen so many murderers these past few years, and were slowly growing tired of the same old story – a man losing control, thinking he was better, killing innocents.

   It grew tiring after a while.

   Keith, Allura, Pidge and yourself waded towards the door. You put your fake smiles on. They were good fake smiles, really believable – they distracted people from the blood stains engraved in the wood, hid the smell of death that lingered in every room.

    Keith opened the door, and standing in front of him was a single man – an odd sight, but not unheard of. Usually people came in groups, but you liked the idea of your job being a little bit easier this time around.

    He couldn't have been much older than you – eighteen at the youngest, twenty at a push. He had mousy brown hair, cut unneatly at the front. It was clear he had tried to slick it back, but his uneven fringe just made him look like a young boy who had somehow gotten into his fathers gel.

    “Good morning,” said Keith, forever the usual drawl to his voice. “You must be Mr Lance McClain. You're early.”

   The stranger flustered. “I am, yes. I hope that's not an issue.”

 Keith grinned. Again, it was a good grin. It hid the past.

   “Not an issue at all,” he replied. “Come on in. We had your room set up for you days ago. Your visit has been quite anticipated.”

    Lance bowed to you, Allura and Pidge on his way past. Keith barely stopped to glance in your direction, instead leading the guest directly up the grand staircase to his room. Even after Lance and Keith had disappeared and their voices had become nothing but whispers in the dawn light, your smiles never faded.

    “Young,” said Pidge. “Such a shame he's probably scum.”

   “As all our guests are,” said Princess. You always found it amusing how she was able to look so grand, even as she spoke about killing people. “You will have a good time with him, I assume, Y/N? I suggest you treat yourself this time around – maybe you could even seduce him before you kill him.”

     “Always such a bad influence,” you said. “Shame on you, Princess. Shame on you.”

  The three of you laughed, the noise echoing through the grand foyer.

  ---

   Lance was a struggling business man, you had learned.

    The Residents told you that much. You sat with them in the darkness, knees curled up to your chest, the sound of dripping water mingling with the deep drawls of the creatures voices. They liked talking to you. You didn't say much, and you were never afraid of them. They brought you comfort. Something about their towering forms, their white slits for eyes, the way you couldn't make out when one started and one ended. There was something about the mystery of them that had you settling down so casually in the water-worn cellars that Mr Shirogane locked them in.

    They told you all about Lance.

    Your interest had most definitely been piqued, a feeling that was new to you. It felt like attachment, though you had banished that thought with the claim that such a thing was impossible to feel towards a man you didn't even know. He had bowed to you once, and you had made fun of his hair.

   He had bowed to you once, and you had plotted his death.

   Because nobody who came to Coldthistle House was innocent. Mr Shirogane didn't make mistakes.

    Lance McClain had run away from home when he was only fifteen, had lived with strangers for the majority of his life. He would pay rent whenever he could, which was the main reason why his sword-sheath business was struggling. He had rent to pay, meaning he had no money left behind to put into his work.

    He was only meant to stay in Coldthistle for two weeks. Apparently his last home had kicked him out after he had failed to pay the appropriate amount of coin, and Coldthistle had been his last resort. Cheapest option. Of course it was – the smell of death lowered price a little bit.

   It was more the bargain, in your opinion. A couple of coins for a room – a room you would never leave. Where else would you find service quite like that?

    “And what is he here for?” you asked after The Residents had finished telling you about Lance's backstory.

   The creatures were silent for a moment. The water dripped, creating a puddle in the centre of the stone room, a puddle the creatures would eventually drink whenever their thirst got too much.

   “He isn't here for a crime,” the dark and deep voice drawled out at last. You perked up, lifted your chin from your knees to look towards the dark figures blending into the corner of the room – they weren't human. If you looked at them too quick, you could even mistake them for hiccups of vision.

    “What do you mean?” you asked. “Mr Shirogane hasn't brought an innocent man in, has he?”

   A dark laugh. “Are any of us innocent, young mistress?”

   “More innocent than the guests who stay here.” You tilted your head. “Rule one: Mr Shirogane never makes a mistake. Who is Lance McClain, and why is he here?”

    A pregnant pause. You waited. You listened to the tapping of the water, the shallow breathing of the dark figures that once brought you so much comfort, but were now doing nothing more than frustrating you.

   “Lance McClain is one of us, young mistress. He was always destined to be at Coldthistle House – just not in the way you had expected.”

   You opened your mouth to respond, but there was a sudden weight pressing down upon your chest. Another member of the team. Another person to help you clean out the scum of the world. Another person to take on the burden of killing people every other night.

    You smiled to yourself, gently set your chin back down on your legs. You counted your heartbeat, just how you had counted the seconds between lightening and thunder the previous day. 1...2....3....4....

   “And does he know of his new role here at Coldthistle House?” you asked quietly.

    “He will find out soon,” the Resident replied. “In the meantime, we have to ease him in.”

    “You will give the poor man the fright of his life if you show yourself so soon.”

    “Perhaps that's what a young business man needs to be eased into the world of death, young mistress.”

   You hummed.

   10....11....12....13....

   “Perhaps you're right.”

   ----

   Of course, you sensed him long before he had started speaking. You didn't turn around, simply continued dusting off the drapes.

    “Does this place ever see proper lights?” said Lance. You didn't bother pretending to jump at the sound of his voice; you continued working. “Every room I've looked at has the drapes shut closed. The sunlight outside is being wasted, I think. Quite tragic.”

    “Are you insulting our drapes, Mr McClain?” you asked. You had yet to turn around. Lance would be able to hear the smirk in your voice.

    He stammered. “My apologies. I didn't mean – I mean, of course not. They are indeed lovely drapes, but I was just saying-”

  “The sunlight is better than the light from lanterns,” you finished for him. You slowly turned around, reached out and gently shut off the lantern at the side of you. The room was immediately shoved into an uncomfortable darkness – it was dark enough that you would have to watch your feet as you walked, but not dark enough to be completely blinding.

   And apparently it wasn't dark enough to hide the way Lance gulped, gripping the edge of the open mahogany door so tightly that his usually tanned knuckles turned pale.

    “Yes. Yes, sunlight is better, I think,” he said. “But perhaps if it's a last resort, the lanterns would be best kept alight.”

   “You cannot have it all, Mr McClain,” you said, turning back around to continue your work. “If you have nothing better to do, maybe you could help me dust down these drapes you despise so much – I'm only small. I can't reach the top.”

    He paused. He still thought he was a guest. He thought he was the one to be pampered, served breakfast in bed whilst you and your peers worked around the clock to make the place presentable – in any other establishment, those would be the arrangements.

   But Coldthistle House was a lot different from other establishments.

   After a moment, you turned to glance at him over your shoulder. His eyes met yours, immediately bulged out of his head when he realised he had been standing there gawking instead of answering you.

   He nodded quickly and dashed forward, very nearly overturning an old writing desk in the process. You smiled lightly at him when you handed him the red feather duster, stepped back and watched him as if he needed monitoring for such a simple task.

   He reached up, started shifting the feather duster towards the top of the drapes. His shirt untucked from his trousers, revealing a lick of tanned skin. You reached forward and tugged the shirt back down. Lance yelped at the contact, blushed.

   “Apologies. I've never been good with formal dress.”

   “No need to apologise,” you replied. “It's all fixed now.”

   Once Lance was finished with dusting the drapes, he rocked back on his heels and handed you back the feather duster. He bowed at the waist, wiped a hand over his brow and motioned towards the door.

    “Don't think of me as rude for asking,” he started. “But I'm curious to know where all the other guests are.”

    You raised a brow, fiddling idly with the red feathers in your hand. Lance's eyes snapped down to your twitching fingers. He was distracted by the simplest of things.

   “Other guests?” you parroted.

   He swallowed. “Yes. This is a hotel, is it not? A fairly cheap one, I must say. I expected a lot of people to be crowding the hallways, but it feels as if I'm the only one here.”

   “And is the solitude not refreshing?”

   “Well, uh, I've always been a social man-”

   “So I can see,” you giggled. Lance's eyes widened at the innocent sound. You loved those type of reactions. “Not everyone would just walk in and start talking about the issues of the place they are calling home for a little while.”

   Lance's face paled. “I didn't mean to be rude with my comment about the lighting-”

   “No. It wasn't rude. It was honest.” You grinned then. That same grin – that good grin. That grin that hid secrets. “We like honesty here at Coldthistle House, Mr McClain.”

   “Is that – Is that so?” His eyes were shifting towards the door now. He wanted to leave.

   You nodded. “I think you'll fit in just fine amongst us. Who knows? Perhaps we can even open a few drapes.”

  ----

   Mr Shirogane was a man of silence.

   That was what you had been told the moment you stepped foot inside of Coldthistle House for the first time all them years ago. He ran the place, ruled over everything and made every decision final – but he very rarely showed his face.

   You were bustling around the kitchen whenever he appeared in the doorway on this particular day. It was warm outside. Whenever you peeled back the red curtains to get a glimpse of the field outside, you noticed the windows were heating up rather nicely.

   You shut the curtains quickly, shivered at the sunlight as if it had burned your skin just by looking at it.

     Keith was sitting on a stool by the counter, one booted foot swinging back and forth whilst the other was tucked up under the high wooden chair. He had a newspaper in his hand, but he folded it up neatly almost as soon as Mr Shirogane appeared in the doorway. He wasn't in a rush – not like you, who immediately stopped running around the kitchen to gawk at the man. No. Keith wasn't like that. He looked up, caught sight of his boss and ever-so-calmly folded the paper, setting it to the side.

    Mr Shirogane was taller than you had remembered.

   His hair had even gone grey at the front, a sure sign of stress though you were unsure as to what he had to be stressed about. There was a black crow perched on his shoulder – you had no doubt in your mind that the bird possessed the soul of one of your victims. You had to resist the urge to wave at them.

    “Mr Shirogane,” said Keith. “What a pleasant surprise to see you. Care for a drink?”

   “A tea, please, Y/N,” your boss replied. Keith turned to you. You glanced at him. Even though Keith had been the one asking, it was always you who had to fulfil the orders; you felt as if you weren't welcome to join in on the conversation Mr Shirogane was planning to have.

   Either way, you would be a fool to wait around much longer. You bowed at the waist, span on your heel and darted towards the tea-set.

    You could hear Mr Shirogane moving. He was a big man, but his steps reminded you of mice. He was one of the few people who you found it difficult to sense. Sometimes you turned around and he was just there, forever giving you the fright of your life.

   Yes. There was something different about Mr Shirogane; he wasn't human.

   Some people called him the Devil.

   You strained to listen to them talk over the sound of the water boiling.

   “Lance McClain seems to be getting more comfortable in his chambers. It won't be long until The Residents are making their appearance known to him,” said Mr Shirogane.

    “So soon? It's only been three days,” replied Keith.

    “We need to move this along rather quickly if we want him working by the time our next guests arrive.”

   “And do you know when that will be?”

   “Next Saturday. They're coming in from London, so they'll be arriving fairly late, but it still doesn't give us a lot of time. We need to rush things forward or else we'll have to dispose of him.”

    “I'm sure Y/N wouldn't mind.”

   “But I do, that's the thing.” Mr Shirogane sighed. You heard the chair creak as he leaned back. It mingled with the sound of the boiling water, and you idly plucked at the handle of the boiling pot, as if doing so would quieten it down so you could hear better.

   “You know, forgive me for saying this,” said Keith, “but Lance is very far from who you would expect to be working here. There seems to be very little . . . . wrong with him, for lack of a better term.”

   You smirked, lowering your head. Oh Keith. Forever the one to say there was something wrong with you, as if you weren't the one getting rid of murderers on a daily basis. If anything, you were the most mentally stable person the world had ever seen – you were a superhero, almost.

   “I thought that as well,” said Mr Shirogane. “But trust me; there's a lot more to Lance McClain than he shows on surface level. I'm hoping the Residents can crack him a little bit, make him realise that he's home.”

    “Or perhaps he'll start screaming bloody murder.”

   “Just like they all do.” Mr Shirogane's chair groaned again. You looked over your shoulder to see him looking over at you. “Y/N, where's that tea?”

   “Perhaps I can talk to Mr McClain,” you said, ignoring his request. You weren't entirely sure where the interest had sparked from, this sudden need to prove yourself. “The Residents and I are close. If anyone can keep the situation under control, it's me.”

  “You say that because you're young,” said Mr Shirogane.

   “I say it because it's the truth. I speak to the Residents more than any of you do. I can introduce them to Lance slowly, perhaps even keep the situation under control. They'll listen to me a lot more than they'll listen to any of you lot.”

   “I was hoping Allura would do it.” Mr Shirogane shrugged, popping out his bottom lip casually. You knew he was joking. Allura would have been useless in a situation like that one.

    “Princess would kill him before he got down into the cellar,” you said. “What do you say, hm? I can do it tomorrow night! He'll be acquainted with our friends in no time!”

   Keith ran a hand through his thick black hair. His eyes bore into yours as you spoke, and you saw the faint hint of a smile pressing upon his lips; Keith had been your mentor of sorts, though he wasn't much older than you. Still, you found yourself shrugging your shoulders back in a confident stance at the sight of him looking so proud.

   Mr Shirogane sighed. “Okay. We may as well. You're young – the same age as Mr McClain as far as I know.”

   “Really?”

 “Mm. He'll most likely trust you a lot sooner than he'll trust anyone else.”

  “My point exactly, sir.”

   Mr Shirogane nodded. “Very well. Tomorrow night you will introduce our newest member to the Residents, and you will do it with as much poise as you can muster, do you understand? Very little ruckus would be appreciated.”

    He had a habit of not finishing his sentences appropriately. There was never a 'goodbye' or a 'thank you.' This time around, he didn't even acknowledge the fact that the tea you were supposed to be brewing for him had never even been delivered. He simply stood up, tugged on the tails of his jacket to rid it of creases, before he was turning and walking out of the kitchen.

    The sound of the water boiling over rang out behind you. Neither you nor Keith moved to fix it, instead staring at Mr Shirogane's back as he fled from the room.

   ----

   Allura patted your hair gently. Her hands were still smothered in gel, causing you to bunch up your shoulders and wince away from her touch.

  She tutted, tugged you back against the chair roughly. “Sit still!”

   “I hardly see this as a necessary thing,” said Pidge from the other side of the room. Her sharp face was lit only by the fire she was sitting beside, her using the flames to illuminate the words she was trying to read from her newspaper.

   “It's not technically necessary,” Allura replied. “But it will certainly help. Y/N walks around looking like a busted mattress most days – what man is going to trust her word whenever her hair isn't even slicked down?”

    “My heart breaks,” you grumbled. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, not entirely fond of what was staring back at you. You tried to blame it on the lack of efficient light in this room – the only light was coming from the fireplace once again, and Pidge was obscuring most of that by sitting in front of it.

     Your hair was slicked down far too much for your liking. It reminded you of a helmet. The gel made the hairs shiny, making you look like you had just stepped fresh out of the shower. Allura was right, of course – you took very little care in your appearance nowadays, meaning your hair was often bulked up and frizzy, sitting rigid on your head. But Lance had spoken to you before with little to no issues with such a trivial thing – you weren't sure why Princess thought today would be any different.

   “This isn't part of your plan to make Y/N seduce our guest, is it?” said Pidge. She had an odd habit of holding proper conversation without once breaking the flow of her reading.

    “No,” Princess replied. “I'm just making her job a little easier.” With that said, she started scrubbing at your roots roughly. Your head bobbed back and forth until the hairs were pulling against her fingers so much that a headache started to appear. You grunted, tugged out of her grip and whirled around to look at her; she had gel dabbed on her cheek. You didn't tell her.

   “Enough now,” you scolded. “It's going to be too late if you keep me trapped in here for another second. I'll be off now.”

  Allura frowned. Pidge chuckled.

   “Fine. Good luck.” And with the most casual of hand movements, Allura removed her blade from her boot and handed it to you. You smiled at her gratefully, tucked it into your own boot and started out the door, silently murmuring Lance's room number under your breath.

   Allura was kind for giving you the knife, but you very rarely used weapons as a means of killing.

  ---

   You knocked on the door to Lance's room, counted the seconds it took for him to open it.

   1....2....3....4....

   “Miss L/N!”

   You looked up at him. You had very clearly caught him at a bad time; you could see his dinner still sat on the table behind him. He was wearing his striped pyjamas and his hair was a dishevelled mess, slightly damp from the wash he had given it.

    You didn't care. You wouldn't turn back now. Not when the Residents were expecting a guest. If Lance didn't come to them tonight, they would come to him, and that would end up being disastrous.

   “Mr McClain,” you replied, bowing.

   “You look nice tonight,” he said. He leaned against the door frame on one shoulder. You reached forward, yanked his other shoulder to the side to make him straighten up. He stumbled, shocked at the sudden movement, but you continued on before he could question it.

   “Thank you. I just came up here to ask you if you would accompany me down in the cellars for a few moments? My co-workers are all busy right now, and I have to carry some heavy crates up – as I said before, I'm only small. I struggle with the heavy lifting.”

  Lance's lip twitched. You sensed amusement radiating off of him, was slightly confused by such an emotion. Had you said something funny? Why was he taking this as some kind of joke?

   “I would be honoured to help,” he replied. “Just give me a moment to cover my food. I'll be out in a second.”

   He closed the door and you waited outside. The Residents never liked being made to wait. You were already planning out your apology to them in your head; if you arrived and they were already angry, the entire situation would be cast from your hands completely. There would be nothing you could do to save Lance after that.

   Not as if they would kill him – the Residents didn't kill. You were the only one who did that in Coldthistle House. But they would make Lance wish you had killed him the moment he walked in the doors.

   It only took a few minutes for the door to open again, and in no time, you and Lance were walking down the hallway towards the cellars.

   “Did you do something different with your hair tonight?” Lance asked.

   “Mm.”

    “I think it suits you.”

   “I think it looks off. And the gel is going to take ages to wash out. Not worth the hassle in my opinion.”

   Lance bit down into his bottom lip. “You look a lot more . . . feminine.”

   You raised a brow and glanced over at him. Try as you might, there was no denying that his comment had sent something physical coursing through you. Never before had a man said such a thing – never before had you been kind to a man. Nobody but Keith and Mr Shirogane, and even then you were sometimes hostile.

     “Feminine,” you echoed. “A weird word to describe me, I think.”

    “Why? I find you quite pleasant.”

   You chuckled, didn't tell him why. He had no idea, and you had to remind yourself of that. He had no idea that you killed people. He had no idea what you did before he got here.

   But he would know soon.

   He would be a part of it soon enough.

   You and Lance arrived at the door of the cellar. You opened it, nudged Lance inside. The stairwell was extremely dark, and Lance made his discomfort for such a fact known when he yelped. You could hear his foot slipping over the top step, caught his arm just before he went head first down the middle of the stairwell.

   “It's dark,” you said.

   “Thank you,” Lance panted.

   You took a torch off the wall and lit it using a match you had bundled up in your dress skirts. The stairwell was immediately lit up by an uncomfortable red light. Lance squinted against it, looking down at his feet which were set at an awkward angle after his slight stumble. You kept your hand on his arm, dragged him down the steps. You made it seem as if you were merely making sure he didn't fall again, but you really just needed him to quicken his pace before the Residents got restless.

    You opened the door to the main cellar, blew the torch out so the room was engulfed in darkness again.

   “Uh, Miss L/N? How are we supposed to see where these crates are if it's dark?” Lance asked.

  You pushed him into the room and closed the door, locking it quickly. “We'll make do, Mr McClain.”

    “But surely it would just be easier to-”

   “You never told us he protested so much.”

    Lance screamed.

   They all did. You had heard this exact same reaction be given on multiple occasions, to the point where you had become immune to it by now. Lance jumped, stumbling back so quickly that he trod over your feet. If it wasn't for you grabbing him by the shoulders, he would have fallen back and perhaps smashed his head against the concrete floor.

   “This is him,” you said. “Lance McClain. The one you've been excited to see.”

   The first dark figure arose from the corner. Lance whimpered. He had no shame any more. He was gripping you tightly around the waist, tugging you into his chest as if ready to volley you out of the way if things got too much.

    “We're aware of who he is,” the Resident said. “Bring him closer. I want to see his face.”

   “What are you?” Lance exclaimed. “Y/N, get out of here now. Go and find your boss, the manager of this place – anyone!”

   You paid him no attention, instead shoving him forward. He screamed again as he got closer to the creatures looming above him, but his scream was abruptly cut off, replaced by a strangled gargling noise. You knew instantly that his body had touched the hands of the Residents – it was always a shock to the system. You remembered the first time you had made contact with one, the chill that ran through you, the way you weren't able to forget the feeling for months afterwards.

    “Oh my,” the Resident grumbled. “We've definitely got a little trouble maker with us, haven't we? What secrets have you been hiding, Mr McClain?”

   You raised a brow. “You can see into him?”

   “I can see into you all,” replied the creature. “It's been a while since I've seen something so . . . dark, so sinister, yet so well hidden. Yes. Mr McClain is definitely one of us.”

   “We established that.”

   “But not to the full extent, I don't think.” Lance was no longer talking. The only sound coming from him was the gargling. You could imagine Pidge calling him rude for doing such a thing, resisted the urge to laugh at the thought.

    “Harsh family life by the looks of things,” the Resident continued. “Not very close with his parents – not very close at all. He tells people he ran away, but I can see him as a little boy. He's standing in their doorway and there is blood everywhere.”

 “He killed them?”

   “He witnessed the murder. Did nothing about it, which is why he's been on the run for so long.” The Resident hummed. “A lot of guilt. A whole lot of guilt coming from this young man. His soul has been ripped to shreds.”

    Lance continued to gargle. His head was tilted back, his eyes darting around the room, clearly looking for you but you gave him very little attention during his time of need. You instead continued to stare at the creature before you, pondering over the information it had just given to you.

    “The guilt has darkened his insides,” the Resident continued. “He feels . . . less. That is why Mr Shirogane has permitted him access to Coldthistle House. He has seen true nightmares, Y/N, and that makes him numb. That means he will do our bidding with little argument.” The Resident turned to look at you. It had no eyes, merely white, rectangular slits that cast a bright light in the darkness. “Just like you, young mistress.”

    It released Lance.

   The man gasped and collapsed to the floor. There was no screaming, no call for help like you would have expected. He simply fell to the floor in a heap of limbs and panting breaths, one hand travelling up and grabbing at his throat; that was where the Residents hand had been, apparently, though you hadn't been able to see the contact in the darkness.

   You hovered over his gasping frame, looked down at him curiously.

   “Mr Shirogane was right then, hm?” you said. Lance looked up at you with wide eyes. “You do have secrets. Yes. I think you'll fit in just fine with us, Mr McClain.”   ---

   “What was that?” Lance demanded.

    He was being a little bit overdramatic, you thought. The meeting hadn't gone badly. The Resident may have been a little bit too rough with him in the beginning, but it hadn't lasted as long as it could have, and Lance still had all of his limbs attached.

   You idly picked at your nails, leading Lance back to his room. He was stumbling with every step, still grasping his throat and shooting panicked glances over his shoulder.

    “That was a Resident,” you replied. “I believe you got the friendly one, though I can't be too sure. In case you didn't notice, they don't have bodies that are all that visible.”

   Lance choked on air before continuing. His voice was high and shrill, reminding you of Pidge for some reason. “This is . . . This is insane! What is this place? What was he saying about secrets?”

    “The creatures are not male or female,” you corrected. “Very sexist of you to just assume like that, Mr McClain. I'm disappointed.”     Lance's hands were clamping down on your shoulders in seconds.

   You didn't flinch. You barely even made a noise at the sudden contact. You had sensed his frustration, saw his fingers getting jittery as he tried to resist the urge to no doubt slap you across the face.

   He span you around, his startled blue eyes pouring into your own. You merely smiled up at him sweetly – that grin. The good kind.

    “I want out of here,” he said. “I will pay full price, but I want to leave now. I'll be packing my things and checking out as soon as we get back to my room. Is that understood?

   You folded your hands in front of you and tilted your head. “A shame, sir. We quite enjoyed your company.”

   You nearly giggled at his naivety. He had walked through the doors of Coldthistle House on his own accord, had paid for a room, had ate your food and spoken to you like an old friend – he wasn't leaving. Nobody who entered Coldthistle House just left.

    “You're all crazy,” Lance breathed, before he was pushing you away and marching towards his room. How independent of him – he didn't even need your assistance.

   You watched him go, keeping that twisted smile on your face until you heard the sound of his door slamming closed and the hallways went silent again. You had done your job. That was all that mattered at the end of the day – the situation was now in Pidge's hands. Whatever she decided to do with him, you were not to be a part of.

   Although, as you made your way back down the stairs to the foyer, ready to inform Keith all about what had happened, you couldn't help but let the curiosity overtake you. How much could Lance McClain really endure? How much of this twisted lifestyle would come as second nature to him, just like it did for you?

   ---

   Lance's presence became scarcer the next few days. You could still sense him within Coldthistle House, though, parading around upstairs, darting between the different rooms in any attempt to get from one place to another without being spotted by one of you.

    You acted the fool. You all did. Allura, Pidge and Keith all pretended as if they thought he had left, not once going up to his room to see to his things. You and Keith still sat by the fire every night, pretending like you couldn't hear him chuntering away to himself, all alone in the darkness of his own room upstairs.

    The weekend came around. The sky was lit up purple tonight, white wisps of clouds streaking through the gorgeous colouring. You were waiting by the door with Allura, Pidge and Keith, hands folded in front of you, the good grin placed upon your features.

   The door creaked open. The men hadn't bothered to knock. You decided then and there that you would make their deaths extra brutal.

    “Evening, gentlemen,” Keith greeted, bowing at the waist in his usual manner. “You must be Harris and Thomas Corvette. A pleasure to be of service to you tonight.”

   The two men tried to smile, but it seemed more of a scowl in your eyes. The two of them were clearly brothers, both brutally ugly with bruised faces. Harris even had dried blood staining his stubbled upper lip.

    “Our room is ready, I hope,” said Thomas. “We've been travelling for hours, and I want a nice bed to finally rest in.”

  “Of course,” said Keith. “Pidge here will lead you right to it.”

    Pidge bowed in greeting, stepped forward and led the men to their room. As always, you kept your smile firm on your face until you were positive they were gone, and even then there was a giddy buzzing in your stomach that made it close to impossible to hide the amusement. Keith sighed, pushing his hat off of his head and stomping towards the front desk. You and Allura watched as he busied himself beneath the mahogany before he stood up again, now holding a bottle of white wine.

     “Two men wanted for murder,” he said. Neither you nor Allura had asked. “Make their deaths harsh, Y/N. Not only are they killers, but-” He popped the cork on the wine and took a long swig directly from the bottle. “-they also have no manners.”

   ---

    You finally saw Lance again the very day after Harris and Thomas Corvette showed up at Coldthistle House.

    It was about time the man wised up and stopped hiding, you told yourself. You had been listening to his footsteps for days now, pretending you had no clue where he was or what he was doing. He must have seen himself as some kind of spy, scouring the manor with the full belief that everybody was completely oblivious to his presence.

    You leaned against his door frame. It was dark outside. The drapes had been closed once again, and the hallways were lit up only by the flickering torches perched upon the walls; this side of Coldthistle House was much older than the other side of it, meaning the electrical lanterns were not in use at the moment. You watched the flames tinker back and forth for a little while – until Lance McClain was slowly opening his bedroom door and popping his head out.

   “Enjoying your stay?”

   Lance screamed, stumbling back. He tried to slam the door closed, but you had already stepped forward and lodged your foot between the frame and the bottom of the door, keeping it open.

   “Y/N!” Lance exclaimed. “I thought I said I didn't want to see any of you ever again.”

   “Have you forgotten that you're currently taking residence in my place of work?”

 Lance frowned. Sweat was lining his forehead now, illuminated harshly by the torches. “Miss Gunderson said I wasn't allowed to leave – something about snow storms.”

   You resisted the urge to grin. So like Pidge to come up with such a simple excuse for something that was not simple at all.

    You folded your arms over your chest. “She certainly has a way with the customers, that one.”

  Lance swallowed thickly. “What do you want? I need to go down to the laundrette and collect my-”

   “You have other matters to see to first, Mr McClain. Matters we can no longer avoid.”

   He raised a brow. He looked oddly handsome in this lighting, his jaw stubbled now. You noticed the scatter of papers upon the mahogany writing desk behind him. He had been spending his time in hiding writing. Whatever it was he was writing, you didn't care.

   It was about time he started doing the job he was meant to be doing.

   “We've got guests,” you said. “Two men who arrived late last night. I think you should meet them.”

   “Why would I need to meet these guests?”

   “There's nothing wrong with some friendly socialising, Mr McClain.”

   “But I'm a guest here myself. I don't want to mingle with the other-”

   “The Residents will not be lurking the hallways during your meeting,” you snapped. You were unsure why you were growing so frustrated – maybe it was because your scenarios were so different. All them years ago whenever you had stumbled into Coldthistle House, it immediately felt like you were home, like this was the very place you had always belonged. The gargoyles guarding the front pillars, the massive front doors, the way every single footstep either echoed or thumped against the ground – it was everything you had ever wanted, and the people within it had been everything you needed at the time.

   Yet here Lance was, ready to leave as if this place didn't have some kind of connection to him. It was obvious it did; anybody who was destined to work at Coldthistle House had a connection to the building. It was common knowledge. The surge of belonging had been felt by every single member of staff, and Lance was lying if he claimed to not feel it too.

    “I would prefer not to speak about them creatures,” Lance mumbled. “I would also prefer it if you left me to do my own thing. I am the paying customer, and I request privacy.”

    You shook your head. A simple movement, but it got your point across.

   Lance almost seemed to flinch at the action, putting his hands in his pockets as if afraid you were going to reach out and touch him. “Who are these guests and why do you want me to meet them?”

   “So many questions.”

   “Tell me, or I will leave here right now.”

   “I'm getting deja vu. You made that threat last time.”

  Lance clenched his stubbled jaw. “Miss L/N.”

  You sighed. “Very well. If you must know, they are two men called Harris and Thomas Corvette, and they are staying here for a few days. Since you three are the only-”

   But Lance didn't let you finish.

   The air got stiff all of a sudden. The walls seemed to be closing in for no reason at all. Lance's gaze was firm on your own, unmoving, his jaw open and his hands bunched up so tightly in his pockets that the material crinkled against his legs.

    His gaze was so intense that you stopped speaking just to observe what may have gone wrong.

   “Mr McClain?”

   “Harris and Thomas Corvette?” he repeated. His voice was hollow. There was nothing there.

  You nodded. “I believe so.”

    “Where are they now?”

   “Dining as far as I-”

   Lance shoved past you, rougher than you were expecting. His shoulder clashed with your own and suddenly he was storming down the steps, you stumbling after him. You passed Keith on the stairs. He had a tea towel draped over one of his shoulders, a tea tray in his hands but he paused as soon as he saw you both. You smiled at him. He knew what you had done.

    “Oh, you are conniving,” he said.

   You didn't reply, merely continued following Keith into the dining room.

   This was the only room were the drapes were ever opened within the manor. Even now, though it was dark outside and the sight of the boggy field was quite a depressing sight to look out at, the drapes were pushed wide open to reveal the moonlight glistening down. The moonlight which was currently illuminating the two, bulky men sitting at a table for two in the far corner of the room.

   “You,” Lance growled. There was no stopping him. You didn't know what to do, whether to stop him, whether to ask him what he was doing – you weren't even sure you wanted him to stop. He looked murderous, blue eyes now dark, his pace picking up the very moment he caught sight of the two men.

   They looked up whenever they heard Lance enter. Pidge and Allura looked up from their space behind the bar. The two of them shot you confused looks, but you paid them little attention. Instead, you stopped by the door and watched Lance – inspected exactly what it was he was going to do.

    And there was no words to describe the scene that took place then and there.

   There was a blade in Lance's hand. You remembered the blade being the one Keith had been sharpening on the night before you had met Mr McClain. It was now held firmly in Lance's grip, and then it was covered in blood, and there was blood on Lance's untucked dress shirt, and suddenly there were two dead men in the kitchen.

    If Lance had been expecting a reaction of horror, he most certainly didn't get one.

   “I didn't think I'd need to clean up their blood for at least another few days,” Allura moped. She groaned as she stood up and headed towards the kitchen.

    You and Pidge stayed put. The room had gone silent. The bodies were still. The blood was drying. The world was free of two more people who did nothing but taint it.

    Lance's hand was trembling. “They killed my parents.”

    As if either you or Pidge needed an explanation.

   Lance dropped the knife to the floor. The sound of the blade clashing against the ground reverberated through the dining room, followed closely by the thud coming from Lance's knees when he followed it. He curled his hands into his stomach, drenched in blood. It was always confusing how the blood could get on your hands, even though you had been holding a knife, even though you had the handle between you and the body. It was one of your pet peeves. Your hands got very dry from the amount of times you had to wash them.

   Slowly, you dropped yourself beside Lance and inspected the bodies.

   “They deserved more than just stab wounds,” you mumbled. Lance was sobbing at the side of you. “But you did a good job for your first try.”

    Lance's head snapped to look at you. “What are you saying?”  And you grinned. You grinned the good grin, only this time it was real. It was on your face, not because you needed to hide something, but because the things you had once kept hidden were no longer needed to be kept a secret any longer.

    “Welcome to Coldthistle House, Mr McClain. You will make a great addition to the family.”

[sparklebitch]

A Happily Ever After

Summary: Keith and Lance are getting married! Wedding shenanigans are sure to follow as they prepare for the ceremony.

A/N: This is a fic for one of my patrons!  This took me a long time to write because I wanted it to be p e r f e c t but I'm super proud of it! If you support me on patreon https://www.patreon.com/prince_yoongi you can gain access to all my patron-only fics and many other cool perks such as a personalized fic!

Trigger warnings: none

“You are stressing me out” Lance cried, tugging on his hair. He knew it was a mess. He was a mess. “Keith, do we even have time to change all of that? The wedding is tomorrow” Keith scratched the back of his neck as he considered Lance’s words.

“I just… It would be really cool if Kolivan could do the ceremony. He said that members of the Blade of Marmora have special bonding ceremonies that are kind of like weddings” Keith explained. He leaned into Lance’s side. They were curled up on the couch of their temporary apartment. They had been back on Earth for almost a year, now that the war was over. They had successfully defeated the Galra and freed all their prisoners. It had taken a while for all of them to readjust to civilian life back on Earth, but everything seemed to be working out alright. The five of them stuck close together on Earth, Allura and Coran returned to space shortly after the war ended, wanting to spend time finding the rest of the lost Alteans.

“What is the ‘bonding ceremony?’” Lance asked. “That sounds dangerously close to something sexual. I’m not doing tha—” Keith elbowed Lance in the said.

“Get your mind out of the gutter” he grumbled. “Kolivan will do the speaking, talking about how big of a decision this is and how lovely it is that we choose to be bound to each other for the rest of our lives” Keith explained, curling further into Lance’s side. “I’ve heard it’s really beautiful. After he’s done we exchange blades and—”

“But I don’t have a blade” Lance pointed out. “Most families don’t just have like… pretty knives like you” Lance pointed out. Keith nodded quickly.

“I know that!” he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. “So… I talked to Kolivan and he created one for you” Lance lifted his eyebrows. “I- I know that I hadn’t asked you yet but… I was pretty sure you would say yes…” he said in embarrassment. Lance opened his mouth to say something, but Keith cut him off. “I have the knife here, so you can see it!” He rushed across the room and reached into his bag by the front door. Keith pulled out a small knife, around the size of his own, with a gleaming silver blade. He placed it carefully in Lance’s hands. The dark gray twisted metal weaved in and out as it wrapped around the hilt. Buried in the base of the handle there was a dark blue gem.

“Keith…” Lance said in awe as he stared at the beautiful object in his hands. Keith settled back onto the couch.

“I know… I know this is super last minute. I know the wedding is tomorrow, but it would mean a lot to me if we could do this” Keith said vulnerably. “But… I completely understand if you say no. I mean, it is last minute and—”

“Keith” Lance said again, resting his hand on Keith’s arm. “Babe, I love it” Keith lifted his eyes to meet Lance’s.

“Really?” he asked cautiously. Lance laughed quietly and nodded.

“Yeah. I think it would be awesome if Kolivan does the ceremony. And I can tell it’s really important to you—”

“It really is” Keith said, a smile spreading across his face. He curled into Lance’s side, Lance snaked his arm around Keith’s waist instinctively.

“Then I think we should do it” Lance said. “Besides, it sounds fun. And then we can say that we were the first people on Earth to have an alien wedding” Keith smiled fondly at Lance.

“I love you” he said. Lance laughed.

“Well I should hope so. We are getting married tomorrow”

 ~   ~

 Lance opened his eyes the next morning to an empty bed. He pouted and reached around for Keith. Lance rolled over onto his chest into the empty space where Keith should be. “Keeeeith?” Lance mumbled sleepily. “Get back in bed” There was no response, so Lance lifted his head and peek his eyes open. The room was empty. Lance frowned. He rolled back over and grabbed his phone off the bedside table and saw that he had a message from Keith.

‘Hey, sorry for leaving before you got up. I’m meeting up wth Shiro for breakfast and we’re going to check the wedding venue to make sure it’s ready for today. I’ll probably be busy all day and won’t see you until the wedding. (Besides, you’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding, so I couldn’t let you see me lol) I love you <3 Xoxo’

Lance read the text over a few times and smiled to himself. He shot a text back immediately.

‘1st of all how dare u assume ur the bride,, its very obviously me and 2nd of all ily 2 ;*’

Lance laughed to himself as he curled back up on the bed. It wasn’t until a few moments later that he realized it. He bolted upright, his eyes widening.

“I’m getting married today”

Lance got out of bed and took a shower and then began getting ready. He had just put on a fresh facemask when someone knocked on the door. He knew that it was Hunk and Pidge, they had texted him a few minutes before and said they were coming over to help him get ready.

Lance ignored their knocking and braced his hands against the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. He looked ridiculous, he knew that, standing there in his blue bathrobe with a green facemask on. He wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there, staring at his reflection. It was starting to hit him what was happening that day. He was getting married. Married. It was huge. Lance didn’t want to admit it to anyone, but he was freaking out.

Pidge and Hunk stood outside the bathroom door, waiting for Lance to emerge. “He’s freaking out” Pidge stated as they stood near the door.

“I am not!” Lance protested loudly.

‘He is’ Hunk mouthed to Pidge. Pidge nodded. “You love him, remember that” Hunk said out-loud. “But if you decide to call it off I will one-hundred percent support your decision” Lance blinked in shock.

“Break off the- Hunk, I’m not going to break off the wedding. I love him!”

“I know that!” Hunk said, pressing closer to the door. “We all love him. You two are amazing together. I’m just saying that if for some reason you decide that you can’t go through with it, or even if you just can’t do it today, we’ll understand. But I, for one, think that this is the smartest decision you’ve ever made” Lance cracked a small, nervous, smile.

“I really love him” Pidge and Hunk gave each other a knowing look.

“We know” they said simultaneously.

“I just want this day to be perfect” Lance continued. He rolled up the sleeves and bent down to wash the goo off his face.

“Don’t worry, everything will be perfect” Hunk said confidently. “Shiro texted me a few minutes ago. He said the venue is gorgeous. Everything’s all set for the wedding, aside from a few odds and ends. The reception hall is decorated, and the food is being cooked as we speak”

“You double checked the menu, right?” Lance asked, water dripping from his face.

“Of course!” Hunks said indignantly. “The chef is the best of the best, and I picked out foods that you and Keith will both love, and that are appropriate for a wedding”

“So, no—”

“No! There will not be waffles at your wedding, Lance. We’ve been over this” Lance huffed as he dried off his face.

“I’m just… I’m worried that something’s going to go wrong. Everything’s got to go perfect because if it doesn’t, I’m afraid that Keith might not want to marry me” his words were met with silence. “Guys?” he said after a few moments.

“Lance, come out here” Pidge said. Lance readjusted the towel on his head and cracked open the bathroom door, peaking his head out. Pidge and Hunk stared back at him with blank expressions.

“What?”

“Keith is not going to dump you if the wedding goes bad” Hunk said gently.

“And besides, everything’s going to be fine” Pidge assured Lance. “Nothing is going to go wrong. So, just go finish getting ready, and don’t worry about a thing” Lance nodded his head, the towel swaying on his head precariously.

“Right, thanks” Lance said as he ducked his head back into the bathroom and closed the door.

“We have a problem” Pidge said the moment the door was closed. Hunk frowned.

“What problem?” Pidge looked around and then grabbed Hunk’s arm and dragged him into the next room.

“I may have… lost their rings?” She said, phrasing it like a question. Hunk stared at her dumbly.

“You what?” he said, squinting his eyes. Pidge flashed a nervous grin.

“Keith gave them to me yesterday because he was afraid that he would lose them in all the chaos today. And then in all the chaos today I… lost them” It took Hunk a few seconds to fully process what she was saying. She had lost the rings.

“Please… tell me you’re joking” Hunk said, slumping his shoulders. He knew she wasn’t. “Pidge! How did you lose the rings!” Pidge shrugged and made an I-don’t-know sound.

“They’re just… gone” Hunk tugged on his hair.

“What are we going to do!? We can’t tell Lance about it, and the wedding is in a few hours!” Pidge frowned and pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Do you think we can find them?” Hunk asked.

“No, I’ve looked everywhere. But I think I have an idea…”

 ~   ~

 “So, how did he take the news?” Shiro asked as he and Keith strolled through the isles of the wedding venue, making sure everything was in place.

“He was all for it, obviously. He said that as long as I was happy, he was happy” Shiro smiled.

“I told you” he said. “He loves you so much, I’m pretty sure he would marry you in a dumpster”

“Are you comparing our Blades ceremony to being married in a dumpster?” Keith asked, quirking his eyebrow. Shiro began sputtering.

“Wha- I- No! I wouldn’t- I mean, I didn’t mean to- That’s not what I—” Keith snorted and shook his head.

“I’m kidding” he said. Shiro scratched the back of his neck and laughed awkwardly.

“Yeah, I knew that” Shiro was silent for a few moments as Keith bent down and straightened up the bouquet of flowers that was at the end of the row of chairs. “So, how was the blushing bride this morning?” he asked. Keith smiled briefly.

“Uh, I left before he woke up” Keith said, rubbing his arm nervously. Shiro noticed.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked. Keith flashed a weak smile.

“Ah, yeah, of course” he lied. “Just… pre-wedding jitters or whatever” Shiro wasn’t convinced.

“Really?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“It’s just… What if he gets tired of me?” Keith said in a small voice. He sat down on one of the decorated chairs as he spoke. Shiro sat down next to him. “Like, I know he loves me right now, but what about in a few years? What if he gets tired of me? What if the only reason he fell in love with me was because I was his only option in space? And now that we’re back on Earth and he’s not limited to just me… he changes his mind” Keith hunched over and put his head in his hands. Shiro could see by the look in Keith’s eyes that this was something that had been bothering him for a while.

“Keith, I can tell you right now that that’s not going to happen” he said confidently. “Lance loves you, that’s never going to change”

“You don’t know that” Keith argued.

“I do. Did you know that Lance came to me a month after we arrived in space and told me that he had a huge crush on you? He said it had formed at the garrison, but now that you were always around it had gotten worse” Keith peeked up at Shiro with a frown. He hadn’t known that. “He told me how much he looked up to you, and how you made him want to be a better person. He’s been in love with you longer than you know” Shiro said. “And it’s not going to go away just because you’re not trapped on a ship together anymore” Keith dropped his hands.

“Do you really think so?” he asked. Shiro smiled and put his hand on Keith’s shoulder.

“I really do” he said. Keith let out a breath. He had been worrying over that for far too long. He knew that the thought wasn’t gone forever, but for now, he felt better.

Now he had to finish preparing for the wedding.

 ~   ~

 “Are you ready?” The words sent a chill down his spine. A good chill, but a chill nonetheless. He was beyond nervous, and beyond ready. He couldn’t stand another minute not being married to Keith.

“I was fucking born—”

“—I swear to god if you say ‘I was born ready’—”

“—Ready” Pidge groaned. “I take everything I’ve ever said about you back. You don’t deserve Keith” Lance elbowed Pidge in the side and laughed shortly.

“Not helpful right now” he said hoarsely. “Pidge, I’m freakin’ out man” Lance said, nervously adjusting his tie for the eighth time.

“We’ve been over this, Keith is not going to leave you if the ceremony isn’t perfe—”

“No, I know that” Lance said, running his hands down the front of his suit jacket. “I’m just… fuck. This is it, man. I’m getting married. Keith’s going to be my husband” Lance gnawed on his lip as he thought about it.

“Yeah, that is… that is how weddings generally work” Pidge stated, not knowing what else to say.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something” Lance said as he nervously tapped his foot against the ground. “Like I’m going to get to the end of the aisle and realize that I forgot to put on pants or something” Pidge looked down and then back up at Lance’s face.

“You have pants on” she stated.

“Not that exactly! Just, something like that” Pidge put her hands on Lance’s cheeks and pulled his face down so that he was at eyelevel with her.

“Listen, Lance” she said. “We don’t have time for you to freak out now. Everyone in there is waiting for you. Keith Is waiting for you. Everything is perfect. The hall is decorated, the food is ready, you have all your clothes on, and I found you some new rings. So ,get your shit together and get your ass down that aisle” Pidge ended her pep talk by smacking Lance lightly on the face and then letting go. Lance straightened up and cleared his throat.

“Right” he nodded. “Thanks” He turned toward the door and waited for his cue to start walking. “Wait… what did you say about the rings!?” Lance said, his eyes widening. Pidge opened her mouth to respond, but at that exact moment the music began playing, signaling that it was time for Lance to walk down the aisle. Pidge shook her head.

“No time to explain” she whipped open the doors and strode down the aisle to her spot by Keith’s side.

The minute the doors opened in front of Lance, all his thoughts disappeared. He was no longer fretting over how the ceremony was going to do or worrying about whether or not Keith was going to have second thoughts about the wedding. All Lance was focused on was the man standing at the end of the aisle. He was Lance’s future.

All Lance’s worried disappeared, even if just for a moment.

As Lance proceeded down the aisle after Pidge, everything seemed to fade away. The people, the music. All he could focus on was Keith. Keith was wearing an ordinary black suit, but he looked far from ordinary. Lance’s eyes never left Keith’s, even after he arrived at the front of the room and was now face to face with his husband-to-be. Keith’s eyes darted from Lance’s face as he checked out Lance’s tux. They hadn’t seen each other’s outfits before the wedding, relying on Allura to reassure them that they would look good together. Lance was wearing a light pink suit with a white button up shirt. He knew it was flashy, but he didn’t care.

“Damn” Keith breathed quietly, so only Lance could hear. “You look good” Lance blushed. Kolivan, who was standing behind them, began the ceremony. Pidge and Hunk stood to their sides, both dressed in matching suits.

Lance didn’t hear a single word that Kolivan said. He knew he should be listening, but he couldn’t. All he could do was stare into Keith’s eyes. They were filled with so much love, Lance was sure his were as well.

It wasn’t until Pidge tapped Lance on the shoulder, that Lance snapped back into reality. Pidge shoved the ring into Lance’s hand. Lance repeated a few standard words after Kolivan, and then slipped the ring onto Keith’s finger. It wasn’t until Keith was putting a ring on Lance’s that Lance realized that it was not the gold bands that he and Keith had picked out. They were red and blue crystal rings, the red on Lance’s finger, and the blue on Keith’s. They were breathtaking.

“Now,” Kolivan said. “We are at the part of the ceremony where these two will be bonded according to Blade of Marmora traditions” Kolivan announced. He turned and took the two blades, both Keith’s and Lance’s and held them in his hands. He handed the respective blades to their owners and then began to recite the bonding ceremony to them. “By exchanging these blades, you are committing to one another. This is a promise, a promise to stay be each other’s sides. To always be there for one another. And to always, always love each other” Keith and Lance exchanged the blades. “I now pronounce you, husband and husband” he announced. A grin spread across Lance’s face. It hurt, but Lance didn’t care in the slightest. “You may now kiss” Lance didn’t even hesitate to pull Keith toward him, crushing their lips together. Keith grabbed the back of Lance’s head and pulled him closer. Cheers erupted from their friends and family all around them.

After they finally broke apart, they descended the steps and began to head to the back of the room. “What’s with the rings?” Keith whispered into Lance’s ear as they headed down the aisle. Lance shrugged. He didn’t know. And he didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was married to his best friend. His first love. His soulmate.

“Don’t care” he replied, his eyes shining brightly. Keith grinned broadly at him. Keith looped his arm with Lance’s as they walked through the arch way at the end of the aisle. Lance didn’t care about the small stuff anymore. He had fought in an intergalactic space war, and won, nothing less than space terrorism was going to bother him any longer.

Now, all he was going to worry about was his happily ever after.

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