#voltron fluff

[keiffeine]

my sister in christ i am b e g g i n g you to write hc for keith's s/o whispering "yes sir" in his ear over the most basic task i KNOW our boy would be so flustered 🙏🙏🙏

with gender-neutral reader.

genre: fluff(?), suggestive

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• “y/n,” keith says, turning towards you with a stack of papers in his hand. “i forgot to give these to shiro, can you give them to him for me on your way out?”

• “yes, sir,” you say in his ear, taking said papers and kissing him on the cheek before making on your way out of the meeting room.

• keith felt his breath hitch and heart stop when you said that. warmth flooded in his cheeks, traveling down to his neck and leaving him visibly red and flustered.

• it rang in his head throughout the rest of the day, and his mind was always elsewhere when there was work that had to be done or someone was trying to have a conversation to him.

• he’s just dying to hear you say it again. it makes him feel weirdly giddy and his heart just skips a beat.

• “keith? seriously, are you okay?” you ask him when you cross paths later in the day. “you seem so distracted today, what’s up?” you squeeze his shoulder, and he jumps a little, distracted once again.

• “oh.” keith clears his throat, shaking his head. “no, just—” he pauses, slowly turning red again. “just thinking about what you said earlier.”

• you quirk a brow. “what did i say?” you ask, nothing crossing your mind.

• “you…you know,” keith mumbles, too embarrassed to say.

• you think for a moment, then raising your brows when you remembered. “oh, was it me calling you”—you lean close to his ear, like earlier—“sir?”

• keith turns his head away from you, ears red. “don’t do that here,” he says through his teeth, “but yes.”

• “oh, i’m sorry, sir.” you giggle, nudging his shoulder. “i’ll make sure to watch what i say, sir,” you say in a sultry voice, before leaving and letting keith drift to his thoughts again.

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Hello! I hope you're having a good day (ˊ˘ˋ*) I would like to request headcanons/oneshot of Gn-reader x Keith kogane, where reader is Allura's younger sister please (๑•̀ᴗ-)

Hi! I hope YOU are having a good day ♡, I loved this request so much! thank you for sending it to me, I hope you enjoy it!

Keith x Reader - Notice me

♡Summary - being the younger sibling to Allura meant no eyes were on you, that is until Keith met your gaze.

Princess Allura of Altea, commander of the castle and explorer of the stars, conquering evil and a guide to Voltron. She took charge and pride in her work, striving for victory whilst pushing those around her to do the same. These qualities are just a testament to the future queen that lies inside her, oh how great her reign could have been. However, more often than not, when one shines so brightly, they in turn must cast a long shadow that despite her good intentions, fell upon her beloved young sibling. Y/N was cast into the darkness, with little attention to their name. But a flower needs sunlight for how will it ever grow? No, it shall wither and wilt, eventually perish. Only then would Allura see the carnage of her brilliance. But by then it would be too late. 

“Alright Paladins, with that settled, this meeting is adjourned!” She beamed; the rest of the team smiled at her. You watched from your corner hiding, gimlet gaze eyeing your sister's every move. You hadn't a reason to attend the meetings, according to Allura they ‘didn't require your insight’ but that never stopped you, After all you cared about the paladins, they were your friends, so a situation involving their livelihood might pique your interest just a little.  

“Shouldn't we come through the third route instead?” An ashen voice snapped. 

OfCourse, you had an ulterior motive to attending these meetings. The red paladin stood, crossed arm clad in annoyance, his fiery gaze shrouded in his raven bangs.  

“Keith, I think it's best we stick to our original plan, it’ll take longer, yes but it's just so we don’t get noticed” Shiro encouraged, Keith, let out a huff, complying with his reasoning. It was then his sable eyes flickered to you, peering from behind the corner. You let out a small gasp before sticking your back to the wall, shielding yourself from further embarrassment. Little did you know, the red paladin found this quite amusing. 

With that the meeting finally met its close, with everyone ready to head back to their rooms. Allura and Coran also left, yes believe it or not but the princess doesn't stand on her perch the whole day. So, you took this as an opportunity to use the castles computer system, you were shy about asking for it.  

You swiftly padded towards it, small jolts of excitement with each bouncy step. Your fingers quickly got to work, swapping out all Allura's bits and bobs and going on to your desired tabs. You let out a quiet laugh as you reached your data point. However, without your awareness, the red paladin stood propped up upon the doorframe, silently studying you.  

“Are you allowed to use the castles control system?”  

Your heart leapt through your throat! And thus, your fingers followed, fumbling with unknown buttons and keys. You spun round to face him, his midnight gaze filled with laughter. 

“Well, this castle is also mine” You reminded, straightening your posture as he drew nearer. You heart ran laps beneath your chest, pumping extra blood towards your cheeks. 

“True...” he nodded, now standing next to your figure. There was a silence between you two, as your fingers drummed upon the glass top. 

“So, why did you stay behind” you timidly pried, unable to meet his gaze. Now it was his turn to feel fluster as a scarlet shade was painted upon his face. 

“I-...I just wanted to see what you were up to” 

“Really?” 

“Well, you were staring at me the whole the meeting, so I thought I'd come talk to you” 

Your eyes widened in embarrassment, his only grew in amusement.  

“I-I was just-” 

“You were just what?” 

His face grew closer to yours as the space between the two of you shrunk. Today a surge of confidence as filled Keith and with it he could finally approach his timid admirer. 

“O-okay now you're just pushing it” You nervously laughed, shrinking beneath him. 

“Am I? 

He took a strand of your hair between his index and thumb, fiddling with it gently. If your heart drummed any faster your bloodstream might burst. 

“Keith” you placed your hand upon his own, prying it off your hair. 

Suddenly, the sound of sliding doors gliding open rung through the room, paired with a very distinguishable gasp. 

“Keith? Y/N?” She cried. As if the magnets were reversed you both snapped away from each other. Even Allura had scarlet upon her face after witnessing such an intimate sight. 

“Its not what you think-” 

“Nothing happened!” you both tried to reason with her, but the princess was having none of it. 

“Y/N, I'd like to speak with you. Now.” and with that, you lent Keith a sorrowful gaze before having to face your sister. But even with the looming dread that followed you, your heart still fluttered and bubbled in excitement. Because for the first time someone chose to notice you, and not your sister. 

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Today's Fluff is Shiro and Curtis

[toshroom]

Rules, Introduction

Hello, my name is Kat and this is my blog, I write fan fiction for a variation of different fandoms AUs and am not opposed to commissions for ocs

Genres I’m willing to write for are,

Fluff, angst

Some examples of fluff or angst would be arguments, comfort, casual dates, sweet movie nights or hurt

Smut

About anything would be fine however I’m unwilling to write about piss kinks, huge age gaps or incest, stepcest is fine

Characters I’m willing to write for are,

Hazbin Hotel; Alastor, Rosie, Charlie, Husk, sir pentious, cherri Bomb, Angeldust, Valentino, Vox, Velvette, Lucifer, ADAM, lute

Helluva Boss; Luna, Moxxie, Millie, blitz, Verosika, Asmodeus, fizzarolli

Voltron; Keith, Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Shiro, Princess

Mha; class 1A, monoma, shinso, tenko, himiko, Dabi, Villain deku, Villain katsuki, villain shoto

Bsd; Dazai, Chuyaa, fyodor

Saiki K; saiki, kaido, chiyo, Aiura, rei

Atla; zuko, sokka

JJK; sukuna, toji, megumi, gojo, itadori

Genshin impact; any male character + Ayaka, Ei, Yae

Haikyuu; Hinata, kageyama, sugawara, suna, kenma, Kuroo, tsukishima, terushima, sakusa kiyoko, Yachi(my favorites) will write for any other character as well

Creepy pasta: Jeff the killer, Ben drowned, slender man, Jane the killer, eyeless jack, hoodie, ticci Toby (other requests)

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Fairy Lights

Getting a call from Lance while at work was, to say the least, confusing. Keith worked as a cop, mostly doing street patrol and making sure people remained peaceful. Lance never called him at work unless it was an emergency. Which led to the raven-haired man standing inside his home, gazing into his closet. He had been instructed to dress in a comfortable, though nice, set of clothes. Going through his closet led to him choosing a soft, maroon button-up. Rolling the sleeves up some, he fastened it. Black straight pants were next, and the shoes were last. Searching for a pair of black shoes, he ended up throwing all of them out of the closet, eyes roving around for a pair. Lance had, what appeared to be thirty some different pairs that rested in the closet. A half an hour later, and he found a pair. A quick shower refreshed him, dressing up in a pair of sweats and a grey shirt for the time being. Blow-drying his hair was nice, the heat felt good. Combing through it was a bit more difficult, and wrangling it into a nice appearance even more so. He managed it, however. Tying it in a gentle pony-tail, resting at the nape of his neck. A sprit of cologne on his neck and wrists, and he went to the kitchen.

After hunting through the fridge, he pulled a water-bottle out. The cat they had adopted meowed at him from the counter, making Keith chuckle. "Hey Fin, you hungry?" he spoke softly, the house feeling oddly empty without Lance there. Getting the food container from the cabinet, he smiles as the cat rubs against his ankles, recalling fondly how they had found the cat. Fin was a tan and cream-colored cat, having a similar pattern to a cow. Setting the bowl down for Fin, he checked the water. It was still full, meaning Lance had remembered to fill it before he left. Rubbing the back of his neck, he started cleaning up the house. The time Lance had said to be ready was five. It was only four-thirty, meaning he had some time to kill. Cleaning the house wasn't as much as he expected, Lance having left a note inside a couch for him. Reading over it, Keith laughed, his eyes crinkling in amusement at his boyfriends antics.

Keith! I know if your reading this your cleaning! STOP FOR QUIZNACKS SAKE!!! Shower and maybe eat something! Oh and check to see if Fin has any food left too! I love you McMullet!

- Your Beloved Sharpshooter

A giggle escaped him, and Fin meowed questioningly. Keith swore up and down the cat was more human than anything. Letting Fin see it caused the cat to let out a gag, walking away and running up the stairs. Howling laughter escaped him, shoulders shaking. Fin had always done that. A kiss good-bye and he gagged. Any kiss really, caused the cat to act as if it was the worst thing in the world. Setting a timer for 4:50, he flopped on the couch, turning on the TV. It didn't take long for the timer to go off, and he stood up.

Walking up the stairs, he admired the pictures on the wall. Memories held within a simple piece of paper. He wouldn't trade them for the world. Several of them were or the other paladins. Shiro laughing, a picture caught just seconds before Lance had tackled him into the lake. Pidge making a face, similar to that a cat would make when they thought their humans where doing something stupid. Hunk caught mid-laugh, pancake batter having splattered on him. Keith smiles, looking over the pictures. This here, this was his family. His gaze landing on one of Allura, standing hunched over, caught with Pidge holding a pillow over their head, ready to smack the princess. Another picture showed Coran, his mustache fried from the electricity that had come off the machine.

He snorts, recalling the fond memories. The pictures took up the whole way up the stairs, down the hall. They had put as many pictures as they could, memories caught in a moment. He stopped at a picture of him and Lance, standing at the docks. The dork had shoved him towards the water, and he had grabbed him, dragging him down. The picture showed Keith, his face twisted in surprise, his eyes wide, and Lance, laughing as the two fell towards the water. He chuckled, feeling a sense of fondness wash over him. 

Walking into the bedroom, Fin meowed pointedly, and Keith looked over at the cat, raising an eyebrow. The cat sat near his clothes, watching as Keith went about getting ready. Looking at himself, he wondered if he should've chosen blue, but already knew the answer. Lance was a sucker for him in blue, but when he dressed in darker reds, the blue paladin had difficulty talking, let alone flirting with him. He smiles, then grabs a black flat jacket. Going back down the stairs, he sighed, settling onto the couch. Waiting for Lance's next instructions wasn't as fun as he had hoped. 

The doorbell rang, and he stood up, his eyebrows going up. As far as he knew, they didn't have any packages delivered today, and he couldn't recall anyone saying they were going to come over. Opening the door, his eyes widened. Shiro stood there, dressed in a simple tuxedo that he'd had for years. Smiling at Keith, he spoke. "Well, Lance sent me. You ready?" Keith stuttered, then frowned, "Lance sent you for what?" Shiro's laugh echoed into the house, so simple yet Keith's mind screamed that his brother was here. It had been months since the last time they'd seen each other, since the last time they'd all hung out.

"For your ride, of course!" Shiro's smile was wide, and clued Keith in that he knew something about what was going on. However, he didn't ask, just wrapped him in a hug. Shiro hugged back, letting his arms settle around Keith. Walking to the car they both talked, telling each other of the last few months. The drive there was nice, the two of them talking with music playing in the background. By the time they made it to their destination, Keith was all but bouncing in his seat, anxiety starting to fill his chest. 

"Hey, Keith. Don't worry too much about tonight, alright? Things will be okay." Shiro's smile was nice, a broad set. The twinkle in his eyes was there too. Keith let himself relax in his seat, nerves still feeling frayed but much more relaxed. Arriving to the area took Keith's breath away.

The trees stood tall, and he could catch a glimpse of a river. Several picnic tables where there as well. But Shiro drove past them, heading deeper into the park. It easily took another half an hour of driving, but it was worth it. Arriving at a little meadow in the woods, Keith stepped out. It was dark at this point, fairy lights strewn across the area.

It would have easily taken hours of setting up, the lights going back and forth above them. It lit the area beautifully, and Keith couldn't help but laugh softly. "Keith, follow the blue lights. I'll see you later." Shiro whispered, mildly startling him. A hug farewell, and Keith turned back around. Finding the blue light was a simple task, but took a bit to find out where it went. Following it onto a trail, he grinned. The trail had been walked through recently, broken twigs cleared from the path. 

Several minutes of following the lights, and Keith ended up entering another clearing, lights again strewn throughout the area. The blue lights his hand had been touching change to red, and a moment of looking lead him to another path. Following the path, it steered sharply downhill. His feet skid slightly a couple times, but he made it to the end without falling. Turning around a corner left him gapping.

The area was well lit by a mix of fairy lights, glowing flowers, and candles. Lance stood by a table, looking nervously at his watch. Walking up soundlessly, Keith wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder gently. Lance startled, but relaxed quickly, turning and smiling at Keith. His mouth dropped. the dark red standing so beautifully against his pale skin. The hair that wouldn't go into the ponytail framed Keith's face, dark violet eyes watching him. Lance's breath stuttered, but his lips curled into a smile. 

Lance himself was dressed neatly. Grey slacks, black shoes, a simple blue button up with a grey jacket. It still did wonders against his skin, the grey bringing out his eyes and the blue accenting his skin. Taking Keith's hand, pulling him close, both relished the moment. It didn't last too long, however, as Lance pulled away gently. "Mi amor, why do you always look so devishly handsome?" Keith chuckles, letting their laced hands twin together more firmly. "To make you gap. It works, does it not?" he muffles a snicker as Lance snaps his mouth shut, face flushing a bit more. Lance shakes his head lightly, laughing softly.

Guiding Keith over to the table, pulling his chair out. Keith smiles at him, giving Lance a small, soft kiss. He was thankful he had remembered to moisturize his lips, the soft press pleasant. Settling into the chair, he let Lance push his chair closer to the table. Words caught in his throat, and he fought down a brief wave of tears. Lance's hand touching his brought him out of his thoughts. Blue eyes observed his own, watching him carefully. Content with what he found, Lance laced their hands more thoroughly, thankful he could eat fluently with both hands.

"So, is this what you've been doing today?" Keith almost whispers, the soft music is the air, the atmosphere, he didn't want to break it. Lance smiles, melting Keith's heart. "Yeah, I had some help though. Can't take all the credit." his grin was contagious, Keith's own mouth grinning in response. Blue met violet, and they held eye contact. It was like someone had cloaked them in their own little world, away from the rest of the universe.

Their breathes unconsciously matching each other, hands tightening around the others. The song changed again, but the two of them didn't notice. Lance was the first to move, sucking in air lightly, pulling back slightly to get out of his chair. Their hands never left each other’s. Pulling Keith from his chair, he guided them over to the platform. 

The water glistened from the lights, shining around them. The flowers glowed brighter as the two began to slow dance. Lance hums softly, pulling Keith up against him. Holding him there, he laced his fingers more thoroughly with Keith's. It was such a simple movement, yet to the two of them it meant the world. Silent communication was key when they were paladins, and they still used it. A simple shift, a tentative touch. So simple, yet it meant so much to them.

Dancing seemed like mere minutes, and yet hours in the same way. In reality, the two easily danced for two hours, the songs melding into one another, letting the dancers get lost within each other. Twirling Keith around, he pulled him back into his arms. "Close your eyes, mi hermosa mariposa." Lance spoke so softly, his lips right by Keith's ear. The warmth of his breath caused a shiver to go through him, the nickname Lance used settling against his mind.

Closing his eyes, he felt him move away. Not far, though, as the warmth in the air was still there. "You can open now, mi pequeño gatito." Keith snorts softly, knowing a little bit of Spanish had been helpful. Opening his eyes, his breath was torn from his lips. 

Lance was knelt on one knee, blue eyes gazing into Keith's. A smile splayed on his lips, and he opens a box within his hand. The ring inside was fairly simple, yet beautiful at the same time. The breath refused to move from his lungs, and he stood frozen there, tears brimming in his eyes, yet refusing to fall out.

“I know we’ve only been dating for maybe two years, but I’ve loved you through all of them. I loved you before we started dating, before I fully understood what I felt. Your beauty, your grace. You in your entirety caught my eye. I know I used to always flirt, with whomever came around. But you where different. You….. I couldn’t lose you. I couldn’t stand the thought of messing up and the one person who made me feel alive, leaving. I was so scared, losing you just…. It could never happen. I wouldn’t allow it to.” Lance sucked in some air gently, breathing slowly. Keith could feel his lip wobble slightly.

“It’s why Pidge forced my hand. Why we ended up in the closet. Why she placed truth blooms in there. Their the reason we told each other. And I cannot ever thank them enough. I wouldn’t have gotten you without them. You, Kogane, mean so much to me. I thought we had lost you when Red stopped attacking the Marmora base. Hunk had to restrain me from rushing in. When you came back with Shiro, I was so relieved. I don’t ever want to feel that again, ever. Since that day, in the closet, we’ve grown closer. Im so happy you’ve let me into your heart, pequeño ninja. I would be so lost without you, lost in an ocean that I would never make it out off.”

Lance exhales softly, gazing at Keith lovingly. “Keith Yurak Kogane, will you remain by my side forever?” Keith’s tears spilled over, rushing down him face. Lance’s eyes were worried, watching the other carefully. It didn’t matter though, as Keith yanked Lance to his feet, crushing him in a kiss.

Lance held him gently, running a hand soothingly down his back. Breaking away breathelessly, Keith nodded. Slipping the ring onto his hand, Lance took it and kissed the back of it, letting Keith lean heavily against him. “Nunca te dejaré ir, mi valiente gatito.”

They both fell into the bed, changed into pajamas. Lance combed fingers through Keith’s hair, humming a lullaby. He never thought it would go the way things went. Although he drove Keith straight home instead of the intended area, which was Pidge’s home, he couldn’t help but smile.

Texting the others to let them know things went well, thanking them for helping him set things up. It was quite, at first. Then everyone seemed to text back at once, letting him know that it was no problem and that they would do it any day. When provoked by Pidge as to what caused them to go straight home, he just answered by telling them Keith was tired and work had been rough.

Plugging in his phone, he rolled over to press closer to Keith. It was a simple movement, but Keith, half conscious, rolled closer as well. His breath fanned across Lance’s neck. Arm thrown over the others body. “Te quiero. Muchísimo. No quiero que me dejes nunca, cariño. Significas mucho para mí. Sé que no puedes entender lo que digo ahora, y que el sueño te está quitando el conocimiento. Pero que sepas siempre que te quiero, y que siempre lucharé por tenerte a mi lado. Buenas noches, cariño mío.”

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[nikogane]

in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.

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Guys I drew something

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Last quick sketch of 2023— Happy New Year everybody!

[autisticlancemcclain]

The situation starts on the couches of a hotel lobby on a random planet at three-something in the morning, sprawled all over each other, exhausted, as Coran quietly checks them in.

“Hey, Lance,” whispers Keith, from somewhere beside the shoulder he offered. Lance groans, feigning more tiredness than he actually feels, heart racing since Keith first shifted so Lance would have somewhere to rest his head. He has this strange feeling of invasion, even though Keith offered, even though they’ve been in this position dozens of times before. He’s waiting almost for the other shoe to drop.

“Mm-what,” he mumbles, muffled into his roughed shoulder pads, words smushed together.

Keith sighs instead of answering. For half a second Lance tenses. But Keith only shifts again, not pushing Lance off but moving so Lance is pressed closer to him, and then the heat of his breath tickles the shell of Lance’s ear, and he tenses for a whole different reason.

And then there is, inexplicably, the feeling of what must be Keith’s lips, pressed to the side of Lance’s skull, gentle and lingering, and Lance thinks clearly to himself: what the fresh actual and genuine fuck.

“‘M sorry,” says Keith, so quiet it would be impossible to hear were his mouth not one single inch away from Lance’s ear. He kisses again, and he almost sags into the motion, into Lance. “I shouldn’t have been so dismissive of you earlier. I was stressed. I missed you, too.”

Lance opens his mouth. He muffles a choking sound with all of his strength.

“All good in the hood,” he finally manages, and then wants to strangle himself. “We’re — tight, Keithalicious.”

Somewhere, somehow, there is a God, and this God looks upon him with the utmost cruelty, and so Lance suffers, unjustly, every day of his life. He often prays that he will wake up one morning in the absence of a tongue. A hindrance and horrible sacrifice, of course, but one that may be worth the total sum of humiliation he feels so acutely and so frequently by virtue of God’s gift of language.

Shit is just not worth it, sometimes.

Keith’s laugh tickles a little. “I’m glad, sweetheart.” His final kiss is light, more of a peck than anything. He pats Lance’s hip twice before standing. Lance wonders, vaguely, when the hell his hand was in his hip area in the first place, and how the hell he’s supposed to rationalize that somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind. “‘M gonna go help Coran. See you in a few.”

“Yeah,” is what Lance means to say, but unfortunately when he opens his mouth the only sound that escapes is a strange kind of croak, clawing its way out of his throat and withering to death somewhere in the air between them. It may be, he realises with an intense flash of solemnity, the last remaining dredges of his dignity. Rest in fucking peace.

Keith just smiles again (a real one that shows his crooked incisors and crinkles his eyes and makes him looks handsome, not hot or sexy or beautiful but handsome, in a way that genuinely makes Lance weak in the knees) and jogs over to the front desk. Lance watches him place a friendly hand on Coran’s shoulder, leaning in and narrowing his eyes at the paper the front desk worker offers, saying something Lance can’t hear with his Black Paladin face in full force. When he finally manages to wrench his eyes away, he sees the faces of his team, gobsmacked, staring at him with wide eyes and jaws brushing the polished blue tiles.

“What,” Shiro manages eventually, “the fuck.”

“Since fucking when are you two boning!” Pidge adds, shamelessly.

“I thought you had a thing for Allura?” questions Hunk.

Lance’s own jaw snaps shut. His ears burn, worse than they already were, and he glances at the princess only to find her already looking away. Shame burns something fierce in the pit of his stomach. It’s an unwelcome replacement of the butterflies.

“What me and Keith do behind a closed door is none of your business,” Lance says hotly, straightening his shoulders and puffing out his chest ridiculously. His heart pounds. He raises his voice to drown it out. “We had a bonding moment, after all.”

Pidge barks a laugh. The rest of the snorts and giggles soon follow, and soon the team is looking at him in fond exasperation, rolling their eyes and muttering about Lance and his antics. Allura, even, looks him in the face again. The roiling in his stomach doesn’t change, but the pound of his heart is replaced with something bitter on the back of his tongue.

Anything is better than looking ignorant. Even if you look like a fool.

He settles into the corner of the couch — much less comfortable than Keith’s armoured shoulder, somehow — and lets his eyes slide shut, lets the familiar sound of his team quietly conversing and the ambient sound of a public place at night wash over him as he fades into a half-sleep. The same kind of sleep in a car on the way home from a long road trip, late at night; half aware of the movement and murmured sound of your parents’ whispering in front seat, time stretching around you like taffy.

He stirs slowly at the sound of boots hitting the floor, bleary eyes still half-shut. Keith slowly comes back into focus, standing in front of him now. He’s frowning, troubled.

“They booked us two separate rooms,” he explains, pursing his lips at the two keys in his hand.

Lance pauses. “…Yes.”

Keith doesn’t pick up on it. (That, at least, is familiar enough to make Lance smile.)

“You’d think they’d…well, whatever. I suppose it’s fine. I’ll come join you after you’re showered?”

“Keith —”

“I think my room has the bigger bed, actually. You come to mine.” He opens the little envelope thing and pulls out the extra key, sliding it into Lance’s hands. “I’ll bring up your luggage.”

“Keith, I’m not going to —”

Lance stops.

Keith, I’m not going to sleep with you, is what he was going to say. Keith, what the hell. Keith, you’re acting like a pod person. Keith, I don’t understand what’s going on. Keith, everyone is laughing at us and you don’t seem to notice. Or care. Keith, you’re acting like you’re my — boyfriend, or something. Keith, one day ago you didn’t want anything to do with me. Keith, now you can’t seem to get enough of me. Keith, I am going to lose my mind. Keith, Keith, Keith.

“Okay,” Lance says instead, quiet. He turns the key over in his hands. It looks like a regular white hotel key. It feels heavier, somehow. “Okay, I’ll meet you in twenty.”

Keith flashes a quick smile. It, too, is genuine, and Lance lips are quirking up to match before he can think about it.

“Liar. You’ve never taken less than a half hour shower in your life.”

“I have — so.”

Shaking his head, fondness bleeding from him, Keith steps forward, bending down and pressing a gentle kiss to Lance’s forehead. Lance feels all the air exit his body in one huge whoosh.

“I know you, goober. We got all night. Decompress. I’ll check the closet and under the bed before you get there. Don’t take too long.”

Lance stills. He watches after Keith with wide eyes. His heart, finally calmed again, fucking races.

He’s never, not once in his life, told anyone about the — thing. With the — closets, and under the bed. Not one person; not even Hunk.

It’s stupid, is what it is.

But Lance’s older cousin was kind of a — jerk. And when they were kids he would make these freaky fucking paintings with red eyes and smudged faces and — hide them, in Lance’s closet or dresser drawers or under his bed, and convince him they would come to life in the night and posses him, and it was so fucking dumb, but Lance has always been gullible and it used to scare the shit out of him, because he would never know when they would appear and it would just — freak him out. All the time. Unless he checked his entire room once in the daytime before sleeping, he would never be able to fall asleep.

And he’s never fucking — told anyone about that. Because as a kid it was terrifying to say out loud and as he got older it was just embarrassing. But Keith knows, somehow.

Keith knows.

Lance exhales, air whistling sharply from between his teeth, “Whatever. Whatever. You know what? Whatever,” and stomps over to the elevator. “This is — I’m going to shower. And not think. I don’t — whatever.”

He stews the whole way up to his room. He stews as the key doesn’t fucking work in the slot until the fourth try. He stews as he yanks off his armour and flings it into a random corner, relishing in the heavy thud as it hits the wall, hoping it cracks. He stews as he angrily presses all the buttons in the shower and hops in, cussing as he’s assaulted with an onslaught of hot-cold-hot-cold-soap-soap-soap, aggressively blinking away the sting in his eye and cursing the very air molecules around him. He stews the entire fucking forty minute shower, although admittedly he does, by the ten minute mark, start to calm down a little.

By the time he steps onto the bathmat, he’s just — tired.

“Whatever,” he sighs to himself again, but this time it’s more weary than anything. “Just — I guess. Sure. Whatever.”

There’s a fancy complimentary robe folded neatly on the stack of towels. He swallows the lump in his throat, thinking of his beautiful blue one, now ashes with the rest of the castle.

“Whatever,” he repeats to himself, firmly. Eventually he manages to blink the tears away.

The walk to Keith’s room is short, and cold, and probably embarrassing, since he is in a robe and slippers and a twisty shower hat, but he’s too drained to care. Every step is heavy. By the time he manages to slide the key in the lock — this key cooperates, go fucking figure — and shove the heavy door open, he feels…precarious.

Fragile, maybe.

It takes one look from Keith, one flash of soft indigo eyes and bedsheets untucked and folded over like he likes them and a nightlight shining low on the side table, for him to simply burst into tears.

“It has been a long fucking day,” he sobs.

“It sure as shit has,” Keith agrees, opening his arms, and Lance doesn’t bother thinking before collapsing into them, curling into Keith’s lap and tucking under his chin. Keith grips him tightly and squeezes, and it feels so strangely familiar and so perfect that it’s simply too much for Lance to worry about. He does not have the energy. It’s just — too good, and he’s so tired, and if this is all a trick or a dream or anything like that then he’ll handle it in the fucking morning. Right now Keith is warm and he’s a real fucking person offering real fucking affection with absolutely zero strings attached, none of them, and Lance is allowed to have nice things, actually, it’s written right the in paladin handbook, he knows because he wrote it there himself.

He can just — have this one thing.

“Let’s just sleep for a few thousand years,” Keith says, and he sounds exhausted as Lance does.

And if this is a dream than there’s absolutely nothing to lose, and also whatever, truly, so Lance gives fully into every impulse he’s been too ashamed to even admit in his own head and leans up to kiss him squarely on the lips. He is warm and sweet and tastes like toothpaste, and he kisses back without a second of hesitation, and his hands cup the side of Lance’s face and his calloused thumb brushes across his cheekbones, and it’s everything Lance could ever want it to be, and it makes all the horrible everything melt away. So Lance says screw you, universe, and kisses him until he’s too tired to keep his eyes open, and then he tucks in next to him and relishes in his arm over his waist and falls asleep faster than he ever has in his life listening to Keith’s heartbeat.

This is where the situation starts.

———

based on this thread

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Happy Ending

[keiffeine]

can you do reunion sex w/ keith kogane after he got back from the space whale?

hope you're doing alright and happy holidays!

with gender-neutral reader.

genre: fluff & nsfw

© all rights reserved to keiffeine. reposting, plagiarizing, modifying, and translating is not allowed.

• your fingers slid its way into keith’s hair, tugging gently as he rolled his hips into you again, pressing you further into the mattress and keeping your hips flush against his.

• keith groaned against your neck, pressing a kiss to your neck. he moved away to look down at you, eyes filled with love and longing, and just a hint of sadness. he smiled, which made you smile, and you felt the butterflies in your stomach making a return.

• “hi,” he says softly, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. “i missed you so much.”

• “i missed you, too,” you say back to him, leaning up to peck his lips. “so much.”

• “i thought about you all the time,” keith mumbles, his hands squeezing your hips now. “i’m sorry for leaving you—all of you—like that for so long.”

• “it’s okay,” you assure him, vision going hazy again because keith was moving against that one particular spot that sent pleasant tingles everywhere. “aah—hhng, keith, there—”

• keith went back to kissing your neck. his hands squeezed your hips harder, and you felt yourself wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. “fuck, i love you, keith—”

• “i love you, too,” keith grunts, teeth gently nipping at your skin. “so, so much,” he says, as you both melted into bliss.

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Keith Kogane x Injured!Reader - Pain

♡Summary - As per request, even when fueled by pure fury and determination, Y/N couldn't dodge that last blow. (I apologize for the wait, this is a long one) catthylovv

You gazed towards the vast violet, decorated in an infinity of stars. As if thousands of dreams were poured into its inky mass, igniting a once barren plain into a glittering canvas. This view greeted you each morning and today was no different as your boots clacked down the metallic halls, padding past the windows. And like every morning, you fell prey to its beauty, bewitched beyond every galaxy just in sight. 

“Ah, Good morning, Y/N!” A flowery voice rung, startling you. 

“Good morning Allura” you gave her a shy smile, entering the control room. The area lay barren, cold, and desolate. Devoid of its usual chatter and commotion, for a short while, it was agreeable. Your gaze wandered, landing on the mane of pale azure locks that stood Infront of you. But at the same time, it was odd. “Gosh, I wonder when the others are going to wake up” You giggled. 

“Oh, they’re already awake” 

What? Your lay in silence, prompting the Princess to continue. “They’re on a mission right now” She explained, her fingers working away to present a screen of the paladins. She then turned to you. “We figured it be best if we let you rest” Her pleasant smile, unwavering eyes, boring into your own. You hadn't realized you overslept or that a mission had already been planned. 

“Oh, thank you” You gave her a nod, sharing her smile. The walk back to your room was quiet. As your head hung low, eyes reflecting the sterile floor and not the starry wonders just outside. You waited out the rest of the morning in your quarters, thoughts drumming away. 

“Great job Paladins, another successful rescue!” Coran applauded as the team exited their lions. Their breath was heavy, and the corner of their eyes crinkled as they all shared an exhausted smile. You were not present at their arrival, instead locked inside the training deck, shielding yourself from their chatter, knowing you would falter upon being near them. 

So, you decided, what better way to rid yourself of these feelings than to train. You battled simulation after simulation, cutting your blade to absolute perfection, each move timed and executed perfectly. By the last one, your body was heaving, steaming beneath Armour. Despite this you pushed forward, breaking previous limits, fueled by a burning rage festering inside. But in this violent haze, you failed to see the figure watching you. 

Keith’s eyes traced your every move, admiring from his perch against the door frame. He was wondering where you were hiding. He watched as you finally failed a hit, taking this as his opportunity to step in. 

“Should’ve used the flat side of your blade” He called, a fond smile playing his lips. However, unlike usual, this remark only fed rage into a burning pile. 

“I know” you breathed, tightening your hands into small fists. He was now in front of you, his gaze filled with mischief.  

“Are you mad at me?” he let out an airy laugh; he was in a pleasant mood. 

“No, I’m not”  

His gaze softened. Though you often hid, it was useless hiding from him. Clearly something was troubling his dear Y/N and he wanted to know what it was.  

“What's wrong?” His tone gentle compared to his usual ashen snap. 

“Sorry, I’m just very tired” you replied, giving the ravenette a smile and leaving him with that, not wanting your jealously nor rage to seep through, because that would be wrong of you. 

The following week, you trained mercilessly, trying to prove to yourself that you were strong, an asset to the team. Valued even. But with each missed hit and aching muscle you let the notion that maybe ‘I am weak’ creep inside, it was always there and everyone thought the same. But after being excluded from an endeavor you felt it was more prominent than ever. Their kind gazes suddenly filled with pity. Every time you entered a room you felt annoyance radiate off of them, you questioned if you were even fit to be a paladin. These were your honest thoughts, but they were far from the truth. 

“Every port has been covered, now all that is left is the main control room” Allura announced, the group had gathered around once again preparing for a mission.  

“I can do it” you stated, every one turned their gaze to you, probably filled with skepticism.  

“Y/N, that’s a huge task, larger than a single port you know” Keith reasoned, furrowing his brows at you. Blinded by your fight to impress, you brushed away his notion. 

“I wouldn't have offered if I couldn't do it” Your eyes glued to Allura. This was an opportunity, never again would you be disregarded, not if you could help in such beneficial ways. You were not useless. Though treated as weak, you were far from it. This was a blessing, you told yourself, heart racing for a reply. 

“Alright, if you say so Y/N” Allura nodded at you. Gentle Y/N, sweet Y/N, weak Y/N. You no longer wanted to be associated with such words as you were more than timid. 

The meeting was adjourned, you left with a determined stride. You could hear a pair of boots clacking after you. 

“What was that!” he yelled. His gaze filled with worry.  

“I can do this Keith” you stopped, asserting yourself. 

“No, you can't”  

Your heart wrenched in jealousy, your eyes might of well have been viper green. 

“Just because you're some hot shot blade of Marmora person doesn't mean I'm weaker than you” He couldn't believe the words that fell from your mouth. No one had realized how time after time you were patronized. “I’ll show you” 

The day had come. The chance to prove yourself. Your heart pounded against your chest upon walking through the dimly lit halls. As instructed, you had reached the entrance, standing before the code pad. 

“What is the code?” you tapped into your intercom. 

… 

“Allura?”  

“Y/N!” 

A beastly guard had appeared behind you. Ready to slash away. The first hit was dodged, only then you noticed how much larger they were. Towering above your smaller stature. They were monstrous, each step you could feel through your bones. So far you had escaped to the best of your ability, landing a few hits against them. It was then your back felt the hard wall. It was then a potent blow crashed upon your body. Shattering your conscious.  

The moments after were a blur of pain as you could feel each bruise melt in like candle wax. Every bone and muscle withered in a Firey ache, something had broken, deep inside of you. Voices came rushing in, wails followed after until you were suddenly approached. Your sight was a haze but as the world came back into view you felt your body be carried away.  

“Y/N” a voice called, one all too familiar. 

Keith’s inky gaze pierced into your own, then a feeling tugged and twisted your gut. He pulled you onto his lap, back against a wall shielding the both of you from the monster around the corner. Water brimmed into your eyes; limbs shuddered. Keith felt each movement. 

“Where does it hurt-” 

“I-it's not fair” Hot tears poured down your cheeks, streaming upon your face. All your effort, rage and fury. Amounted to a failure. For once you couldn't hold back the waves of emotion, your shield crumbling into the smallest of pieces. “Why can't I win?” your voice choked, glossy eyes meeting his, heart shattering beneath your chest. You curled in towards him, finally giving someone, you broken pieces. 

“I know” he whispered, pale fingers threading through your hair, stroking them back against your head. He was warm, heating your quivering state. Even against the pounding pain, your body was finally free to cry. Finally free to feel.  

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Hey Guys! Sorry I've been gone for eons life always seems busy anyway ik I say that everytime so lets skip to the part where I tell u new stuff 😂

So ya basically i was in a drawing mood and decided to do some anatomy practice I think I'm improving but I decided to make it into klance cause why not 😂 anyways heres some keith and lance chilling at the beach for the day with Keith's hair up looking grumpy as ever 🤩😂 AND I FINALLY DREW LANCE WOOOO!!! honestly I can never do him justice idk why so I hope this looks good for all my lance fans out there 💙✨️ hope your all having amazing Days/Nights! Be back soon! Byeeeeee!! 😄❤🤍💙🌊🏖

[sikuena]

waa waa waa thats what u literally sound like

(this is NAWT sexual he just gets very mad)

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