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Sleepy Giggles (Ler!Shiro x Lee! Gender Neutral Reader)

A/N: SFW CONTENT. I'm in a VLD mood. When it was simple and everyone didn't hate how it all went to bad. And moi needs comfort. This all happens around S1 and 2 and I'm rewatching it again. First time doing fics here so I hope you enjoy.

It had gotten late.

Washing your hair and taking a pre-sleep snack before hitting the hay was your routine. Unfortunately for you, you had a very realistic nightmare that startled you awake in a cold sweat.

Next thing you know, you end up taking a walk to clear your intrusive thoughts. It takes you to the communal room, curling up against the couch, lost in thought when a comforting warm rumble struck right through you.

"Y/n?" You look over your shoulder to see Shiro in just a gray tank top and charcoal sweatpants. "What's the matter?"

You look away, rubbing your sore eyes with your forearm. "Can't sleep."

You felt a dip next to you before you felt goosebumps from his prosthetic cyborg arm brushing your bare arm. "Bad dream?"

You yawn deeply in your hand. "Yeah."

Shiro frowned, worry laced in his expression. "Wanna talk about it?"

While part of you wanted to keep it locked up inside, you also thought venting out would help lessen the weight of it on your conscience. "Being lost and alone in space. Zarkon taking the Black Lion. Killing you. Just … not so happy thoughts.” You hugged yourself; trembles of the dream still shaking you up, rubbing your arms from the sudden chill of the ill omens yet to pass.

“Hey.” His embrace enveloped you in fuzzy warm sensations, wiping the discomfort away. “While talking about these kinds of things is better than holding them in, you shouldn’t linger on these intrusive thoughts so much. You're not alone anymore, Y/n. You have us now. And together, we'll work to help free the universe from Zarkon's tyranny. It won't be easy. It'll be quite a long journey. And our lives will be put to helping those in need for it's the Paladin way, even with the risks that come with it. But I wouldn't change it for anything. It led me to you, after all."

You snuggled up against him, pressing your face against the side of his neck, kissing his warm skin. “Well, being with you now makes me feel better already.”

"Oh really?" The mischievous tone his voice took made your nerves go all jittery when you felt his bare hand squeezing your side. Your surprised squeak got you quite alert. “How about now?”

“Yehehes.” Your soft giggles brought a smile to Shiro's face. Now, that's another reason to keep fighting the good fight with the Voltron Force. To protect the smiles and laughter of those they care for. Including his very own space angel.

“Even … this?” He blew a raspberry in the crook of your neck, sending your body spasming as your giggles became squeaks. You slapped your hand over your mouth, afraid of waking the others, earning a chuckle from him.

“Mmm-hmm~!” Talking through bubbly laughter was difficult for you, but Shiro understood.

Your hands grabbed his, strength draining quickly from all the activity, as prying them off became tiresome. His hands slyly went underneath your top to rub his thumbs near your hips, buzzing his open-mouthed kisses all over your neck in unison, sending you into a quiet laughing mess.

"Well, they do say laughter is the best medicine." Even as his weighing stature gently pushed you to lay back down, pinning your body beneath his, digging his digits against your ribs, you were overwhelmed with giddiness. "Helps that hearing yours is too addictive for me to ignore."

"Shiro, I give, I gihihihive~!" Your weezy plea got him to stop, only for him to hoist you both back up, wrapping your legs around his firm waistline. "Thanks Shiro." His big smooch against your cheek brought another giggle out.

"Thank you for being here, with us, me and … yeah." He blushed, bashfully smiling as you smooched his cheek in return to your inner delight. "Now come on, you. Let's get you back to bed."

"M'kay." You mumbled, dozing off against his shoulder, as he carried you with ease to your room.

But even as he settled you back down, pulled the blankets over you, and started turning away to leave, you weren't ready to part from him yet.

You latched onto his robotic hand. "Stay. Please." Your quiet whimpers sent a tremor throughout his essence. He couldn't say no to you when you're giving him that puppy eyed, pouting face.

He rolled his eyes, smirking. "Move over."

You did, already curling against his figure as you two made do with your small bed. His arms wrapped around your waist, his legs weaving between yours, his face nestled in your hair as you nestled against his pecs, hearing his heart beating, sighing in content as he gave you a gentle squeeze, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you too, Shiro."

With Shiro's form fitting perfectly right against your own, you were smothered with comfy dreams.

Dreams of the found family you're proud to be a part of and their compassionate caring leader that wanted you by his side as you two rode out this journey to the very end.

You and your black Paladin.

A good dream turned into reality.

[leenfiend]

Lance and Keith space rangers at your service

[ticklishprincey]

𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜!

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Hello my loveys! Another one that wasn't requested, but I don't see nearly enough content with these goobers so I decided to make it. Enjoy! ◦•●◉✿ Warnings: Tickling, teasing lmk if there's anything else ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚜◦•●◉✿ ◦•●◉✿ Lance ♡ Ler-leaning switch ♡ ---------- ♡ ABSOLUTE MENACE ♡ Main target is Keith because he's a little shit ♡ However if he feels someone needs it there's no changing his mind ♡ Painfully observant ♡ Make a cute noise? He'll point it out. Curl into yourself? He makes it known. Lean towards him instead of away? You poor thing, you are eternally screwed. ♡ Enjoys wrecking his lee but if the lee genuinely wants him to stop he will listen (albeit reluctantly) ♡ Pretty ticklish, I'd say 7/10 ♡ Worst spot is his spine, if you run your fingers up his back he is just a puddle of giggles ♡ Will try to talk his way out of being wrecked, even though he most likely pissed his ler off so he would be in that position ♡ It never works, not once. ♡ Purposefully antagonizes the let's of the group to get his shit wrecked ♡ Very loud laugh, he'll snort if you get him good but will deny it immediately after ◦•●◉✿ Keith ♡ Lee-leaning switch ♡ ---------- ♡ The only people who can tickle him without getting their shit rocked are Lance and Shiro ♡ I'm serious someone will end up with a black eye and it won't be him if you catch my drift here ♡ He enjoys it, yes, but it takes a lot of trust to get him that vulnerable and he doesn't give out said trust easily ♡ Loves a good chase, along with a bit of wrestling to get him down ♡ He will curse and insult his ler through laughter (all in jest, he knows and his ler knows he enjoys it) ♡ There is no gentle with him, there is you pin him at the very least or you risk getting kicked in the face on accident ♡ He has definitely kicked both Lance and Shiro in the face before and felt so bad afterwards (canon because I said so) ♡ Worst spots are behind his knees, upper ribs and hips ♡ Will melt into giggly purring if his ears are touched ♡ Very giggly laugh, hiccups if you go on for a while, and snorts when his ribs are touched ♡ Not easy to fluster if you don't know how to do it ♡ The normal teasing doesn't work, you need to compliment him incessantly to get him blushing and then all teases are fair game ♡ On the flip side, he doesn't really ler that often, mostly because he's afraid of hurting his lee ♡ If someone asks, he provides, though ♡ Be prepared for a constant need for reassurance that you're okay with what he's doing, he's very very gentle ◦•●◉✿ Shiro ♡ Ler ♡ ---------- ♡ The only person he'll really get is Keith, they're like brothers ♡ The main reason he's a ler is because everyone is terrified of trying anything ♡ They hear Keith, they don't want any of that ♡ Despite this, he's actually a very gentle ler ♡ He's a lot like Keith in that he will immediately back off if he hears anything close to stop ♡ Cheer-up tickles are his thing ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍◦•●◉✿ ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Let it be known that I have not finished the series, I'm not sure where I am and don't feel like checking but if I hear spoilers you will be SWIFTLY blocked. Like without hesitation. Also I'm aware there's more characters but in all honestly I give no shits about them (that was mean but it's true they don't interest me) and will not be writing about them unless they DRASTICALLY CHANGE in the series. (Pidge is getting into that territory, they're pretty cool.) •.¸♡𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚎♡¸.•

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Updated: August 22, 2024

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[a-chip-in-inosukes-nichirin]

Blooming in My Chest

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Genre: Angst, Tragedy

Pairings: One-Sided Pidge/Lance, Lance/Allura

Tags: Sad Ending, Character Death, Hanahaki AU, Death, Self-Sacrifice, Post Season 8, Body Horror, Blood, One-Sided Plance, Pining, Death Fic, Suicide by Silence

Wordcount: 4.1k

Pidge has managed to quell her feelings for a while, but seeing Lance again stirs up old feelings. He still misses Allura, but Pidge loves him. She tries to hide the fact that she's dying, her chest filled with flowers, but fate has other ideas.

Cross-posted from my AO3 account.

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Pidge couldn’t say exactly when it started. Maybe it was when they were digging through the fountain at the space mall for GAC to buy the videogame system. Maybe it was when he blocked her from an explosion during a mission. Maybe it was on one of their many nights staying up late gaming and talking trash. But at some point, she started feeling light when he was nearby. Pidge brushed it off, thinking it was nothing. She watched as he flirted with alien girls and rolled her eyes, feeling a slight pain in her chest.

It wasn’t a big deal.

The first blow was when he and Allura started dating. Pidge smiled and congratulated them, but her chest was tight. She couldn’t find it in her to hate either of them. After all, Allura deserved happiness after everything that had happened. And Lance… he seemed happy too. Pidge put her jealousy to rest and forced her feelings down. Each time she saw them together, a cough tickled her throat, but nothing happened.

She crushed her feelings enough to enjoy her day out with Romelle and Allura shopping. The highlight of her day, finding Killbot Phantasm, was quickly blotted out as she traded the game for Allura’s clothes for her date with Lance.

It doesn’t matter, she thought to herself, It’s just a stupid game. Not like I’ll have anyone to play it with anyway…

And then Allura was gone. Everyone was thrust into a dark chasm of shock. It was unexpected, and yet they all knew this could have happened at any time. Hell, Lance almost died, and so did Keith. Pidge felt nothing but sorrow at her passing. It hurt her even more to know that Lance was hurting. He was devastated; crying at night loud enough for her to hear two doors down, no matter how he tried to hide it. His smiles were replaced by melancholy grimaces. Pidge just wanted him to laugh again. She’d do anything to see him flash that familiar grin and hit on a hot alien chick.

The third blow came the night the lions left them. Of course, everyone was sad. Pidge felt as if there was a gaping hole in her chest. She was only seventeen, and already it felt as if she lost so much. The morning after they all went their ways. Pidge returned to earth and buried herself in work. She applied to college and was accepted, only to drop out a year later due to PTSD, anxiety, and depression. She refused to go to a therapist or a doctor even when her parents begged her. She moved out shortly after.

Her apartment was a little under five hundred square feet, on the third floor of a brick building. There was little natural light, and Pidge spent most of her free time sleeping or working on a project. Since school didn’t occupy her time she put in extra hours at work.

Pidge lost contact with the other paladins. Hunk and Shiro had called her up while she was still in college, but that was months ago. Now she sat, hunched over an overflowing desk in her small apartment, scribbling furiously. Her abode was littered with clothes and mechanical parts, half finished projects. Oftentimes, she’d wake up to find that she’d fallen asleep at her desk. Life passed by, day by day; numbly.

Pidge had a coworker who she blackmailed into buying her alcohol. Some nights she drank herself into oblivion whenever she thought of the past and her teammates. Nobody needed Voltron anymore: what was she even doing? Dropped out of college, working third shift as a mechanic at just above minimum wage sixty hours a week, not seeing anyone… Pidge reached for the bottle and felt a tear slip down her face. Best to drown your feelings before they get to you.

She could only do so much, though, when Shiro called her up to ask if she was coming to the yearly reunion since she’d missed last year’s due to finals. He’d woken her up from a drunken stupor, but luckily didn’t notice if her voice was a little slurred. She said yes before her rational brain could catch up.

Three weeks later, she sat at a round table underneath the statue of Allura. Hunk sat on her left, Keith on her right. Shiro and Lance were across the table while Coran seated himself next to Hunk. There was a little conversation on what each of them had been up to. Pidge kept quiet. Her throat felt tight whenever she looked up. Especially when she glanced in Lance’s direction. He’d lost a little muscle, and there were those altean marks on his face, but otherwise he looked the same as before… before Allura was gone. He still had that wistful look whenever he spoke of her. Pidge felt a twinge of jealousy. Not now, she told herself.

Hunk said something she missed, but it was apparently hilarious. Lance’s face stretched into the biggest smile and- oh god- he let out a laugh. Pidge was pretty sure her heart stopped beating for a good minute while she stared at him. It was a glimpse of the old Lance: carefree and happy. Eventually he stopped and she resumed scribbling on her napkin, a tickle in the back of her throat.

“How about you Pidge?” Shiro turned to her, “What have you been up to? How’s college?”

Pidge’s head snapped up. How was she to answer that question? They had all moved on with their lives. She was stuck in the past, reliving the nightmare of the war each night.

Drinking to forget love and heartache.

They were all staring at her, waiting for an answer.

“Uh, college is fine. I’m just working on projects.”

“How’s Chip doing?” Hunk asked.

She didn’t have the heart to tell him that she’d stopped working on the robot after dropping out.

“Good. Gotta reprogram him though. Too much sass.”

They all laughed and Pidge felt guilty lying to them. The night passed slowly, each paladin recounting their last year. As soon as it was acceptable, Pidge excused herself to her room. It was strange sleeping on New Altea. Her mind drifted back to Lance. She fought the urge to cough. She must be coming down with a cold.

Pidge sat up and hacked, covering her mouth with her hands. She coughed and coughed until something came up. She spat it out into the garbage, fully expecting it to be some glob of mucus. Instead, something soft fell limply into the trashcan. She reached in and picked it up. It was a little slimy with mucus, but undeniable: a single white petal.

-

Morning came and Pidge confirmed her fears. The moment she sat up, the coughing started and two more petals fell from her lips. She threw them away and reminded herself that this would pass, just like last time. She just needed to get home and forget about Lance again.

The following days she was plagued with a persistent cough. Sometimes there were flower petals, sometimes not. Pidge spent more nights drinking, begging her feelings to leave her. Lance should not have been so forefront in her thoughts as he was. Her coughing worsened about a week and a half later. She started hacking up bigger pieces of flowers, and even an unopened bud. It had started becoming more painful. The petals, she figured, came from roses and peonies. The roses weren’t too bad to get out, but once the larger pieces came, the peonies nearly choked her. Breathing was getting difficult, and she could feel thorns starting to prick her lungs.

Three weeks into this agony she lost her job due to downsizing. Pidge had enough to cover rent for two more months. She laughed bitterly.

If I survive this.

She hadn’t spoken to anyone since the gathering three weeks ago, not even her family. So it was unexpected when Matt called her up.

“Hey Pidge,” he smiled through the screen, “How’ve you been?”

She pasted on a weary smile and replied. “Good. How about you?”

“Just finishing up on one of the planets in the Rheldanian system. I’ll be home in a few weeks.”

“That’s great!” Pidge said before coughing again.

“Hey, you okay?” Matt’s face was etched with worry.

“Just a cold,” she waved him off, discreetly dropping the petals in her hands to the floor which was littered with them.

“Well, be sure to get some rest. Hey; I gotta go, but I’ll see you soon.”

Pidge said her goodbyes and shut off the tablet. As soon as it was off, another cough wracked her body and half a rose came out.

-

Laughter echoed off the walls as Pidge lifted a small child from the floor. She planted a kiss on the toddler’s face and settled them on her hip.

“Lance!”

“What is it Pidge?” a familiar voice called back.

“Are you ready yet?”

“Hey, beauty takes time!” he appeared in the doorway, straightening his tie. “And I want to look my best for our fourth anniversary dinner.”

“Well we’ll lose our reservation if you dawdle any longer. We’ve got to get Lex to my mom’s house.”

“After you,” Lance bowed and smiled, eyes crinkling.

Pidge laughed and headed out to the car where she buckled Lex into the seat. Lance opened the door for her to get in and she made a show of being aghast.

“Oh, just get in,” he kissed her forehead.

They dropped Lex off and drove until they were out of the city. They threw out a blanket and some pillows, lying back to watch the stars.

“Some reservation,” Lance snorted.

“Shut up. You were taking forever,” Pidge laughed. “And this spot is reserved. Just nobody knows it is.”

Lance rolled over to face her.

“Katie…”

Pidge turned her head to face him.

“I love you, Katie,” Lance reached out a hand and cradled her face.

Pidge leaned into it. It was warm and soft. She wished she could stop time in that moment.

“I love you too, Lance,” she replied.

Pidge woke with a violent fit of coughing. She thought she was choking as she spit out two halves of a peony and three white rose petals, speckled with something dark. Pidge picked it up and held it to the light. Blood.

It was getting worse.

-

Pidge spent the next week holed up in her apartment. She didn’t answer any of the calls from Hunk or Shiro, or the one from Keith. She found herself unable to eat anything, but always thirsty. She guzzled water like there was no tomorrow. And for her, there might not be.

Petals and partial flowers littered her floors and bed. There were even one or two entire roses in the living room. She didn’t bother to sweep them up. It wasn’t as if anyone was going to see them. After her dream about Lance, she’d felt the thorns start to take hold of her heart. The pain was constant, and her breathing had become labored. Not only that, her voice was fading. The plants were starting to reach for light, meaning they were making their way up her throat, digging thorns into the soft flesh of her trachea. It wouldn’t be long now before the disease took her over completely.

A month and a half after leaving New Altea, there was a knock on Pidge’s apartment door. She peered through the peephole to see Shiro outside. Pidge glanced frantically over the petals littering the floor.

“Pidge? I know you’re in there.”

She didn’t answer.

“Why haven’t you been answering our calls?”

“I’m busy,” she managed to croak out.

“We’re worried about you. I went to check on you at school but they said you haven’t been enrolled since last year. Why didn’t you tell us?”

Pidge felt something in her throat. She struggled not to cough.

“Pidge?”

There was a choking noise and a forceful cough. Something heavy fell with a wet plop! to the floor.

“Pidge! Open up! I’ll cut the door down if you don’t!”

Pidge struggled to stand, her legs feeling weak from lack of food. She unlocked the door and Shiro barreled in. He stopped short, surveying the petal-strewn apartment. Turning to Pidge, he saw the trickle of blood staining her chin.

“Pidge…” he knelt down. “How long has this been going on?”

She looked up, feeling miserable, before holding up six fingers.

“Six days? Weeks?”

She nodded. Shiro cursed under his breath.

“Who is it?”

She pursed her lips and shook her head. She was not going to lay this burden on Lance. She remembered very specifically three years ago when he’d referred to her as his “younger sister”. There was no way he was romantically inclined towards her.

“We need to get you to a doctor.”

She shook her head again. She didn’t want to lose her love for her teammate. Even if she died. It was stubborn, she knew, but the rational part of her brain failed to work with these tendrils crawling up her throat. Besides, it was probably too late anyway.

“Come on; I don’t care what you say. Let’s go.” Shiro picker her up like a child and carried her down three flights of stairs to his car. He even buckled her in, but she didn’t have the strength to fight. They made it to the hospital in record time. Shiro had called her parents on the way over, and Hunk while they waited for a room. So far the words “hanahaki” had not slipped his lips. He had just said that something was wrong.

Something was wrong with nineteen-year-old Katie, and it was urgent. Pidge fought the urge to laugh. Here she was: nineteen, a dropout, washed up and dying of unrequited love. Only two years ago she’d been saving the universe. Two years ago, she’d still been whole. Her life had been simple: defeat the Galra. Now… now there was nothing. No goal, no point in living. Especially since the one person she loved was still pining over their dead lover. A dead lover she could never hope to live up to.

Tears began to spill from her eyes as she sat in the hospital bed. Shiro glanced over from his call to Keith. He quickly ended the call and handed her a tissue.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

Pidge shook her head.

The doctor came in and whisked her away for x-rays. And then an MRI. And a shitload of tests that all pointed to the same thing: it was too late to stop it. Had it been two or three days earlier? That would have been a different story. But the roots had already latched onto the heart and alveoli. There was no way to take out the plant without removing her heart and lungs as well.

Sam and Colleen took the news harshly. They begged Pidge to tell them who was causing this, but she stubbornly refused. She would not saddle Lance with the guilt. Not even as she coughed up a handful of blood-stained petals.

Matt flew right home after hearing his baby sister was dying. He vowed to personally kick the ass of whoever had done this to Pidge. His Pidge.

Keith and Krolia both showed up to the hospital half a day later to see Pidge. Luckily, they had been nearby doing relief work. Pidge cried upon seeing them, prompting Shiro to ask her if it was Keith. When she vigorously shook her head, he sat back, brows furrowed.

Hunk came to see her the same day Keith did, still being on earth. He sobbed, holding her hand and begging her to tell him who was causing the disease. Pidge only patted his shoulder and smiled sadly, turning away to choke out another flower. The thorns had made their way to the back of her throat, so breathing was nearly impossible. She refused to have a tube put down her throat, but allowed them to give her oxygen.

Lance was the last one to make it. It was two days after Keith and Hunk had gotten there, and three days since they confirmed there was no way to remove it. The doctors doubted that even reciprocated love would fix someone this far gone. He burst in the door, panting, as the altean marks stood out against his tanned skin.

“Where is she?”

“She’s right here Lance,” Shiro pointed to the bed where a deathly pale Pidge lay, eyes closed, cracked lips parted to take in as much breath as possible.

Tears welled in Lance’s eyes as he moved to clutch her limp hand, holding it to his chest.

“Pidge…”

Her eyelids fluttered and opened halfway.

“Lance?” Her voice came out barely a whisper. She reached up to brush his cheek.

“That’s the first time she’s spoken since I got here,” Keith told him, arms crossed.

“Who’s doing this to you?” Lance demanded, “Tell me right now; I’m going to go drag their ass here!”

“I’ve already said the same thing,” Keith frowned, “She won’t spill.”

Lance turned his gaze to the small frame next to him. Pidge offered a strained smile, her breath rattling and wheezing.

“Pidge, you have to tell us; it’s the only way we can save you,” Lance pleaded, “We can’t go on without you!”

Pidge’s dry laugh set everyone on edge.

“You’ve been doing fine without me,” she wheezed. “You’ll be fine after I go.”

There was a shocked silence.

“No, we aren’t!! You’re going to stay!” Matt shouted.

“Matt,” she turned her head and coughed out two blood stained rose petals. “I’m dying. You can’t stop it.”

“We could if you would just tell us who it is!” Lance jumped up.

“He’d never return my feelings,” Pidge gasped and felt thorns digging into her chest. She put a hand to her heart and tugged at the hospital gown. Shiro stepped forward, unsure of how to help.

“You don’t know that!” Hunk said, “Maybe he loves you and you just don’t know it!”

“He loves someone else!” she shouted, her hoarse voice cracking. Tears threatened to spill.

There was silence.

“We.. we could still try. Are you sure he loves someone else?” Shiro put a hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah, he’s probably head over heels for you,” Lance crossed his arms. “You’re just oblivious.”

Pidge laughed, and it quickly turned into a cough. Suddenly she was choking, and she couldn’t breathe. Her face went red, then purple. Hunk panicked. Krolia smacked her back, but Pidge only struggled, hands to her throat, tears streaming at the pain. A large flower forced itself past the thorns and vines digging into her throat and out. It landed heavily on her lap. A full bloomed peony, perfect except for the copious amounts of blood soaking it, lay staining the white sheets.

Colleen’s hand was at her mouth, and Matt was holding Pidge’s head to his chest, stroking her hair and telling her it was going to be alright.

“Pidge, please… I don’t know how to convince you to tell us, but you have to,” Matt pulled away to look her in her eyes.

“I… I can’t,” Pidge choked. “I can’t do that to them.”

Another cough brought forth something less bulky than before, but still painful. A rosebud and four petals slipped from her mouth. She felt something hard, and spit it out. A rose thorn landed on the floor, smearing blood in a semicircle.

Hunk gagged and Matt pulled her tighter to him.

“They deserve to know,” Lance said, “Give them a chance.”

“Is it someone we know?” Shiro asked.

Pidge looked down, tracing one of the petals from the peony.

“So it is…” Keith narrowed his eyes.

“Is it one of us?” Hunk looked up. “Oh god, is it me? Pidge I’m so sorry~”

“It’s not you Hunk,” Pidge put her hand on his.

“Who is it?” Keith leaned on the edge of her bed. “You didn’t answer Hunk: is it someone in this room?”

“N-no..” Pidge crossed her arms as she felt something prodding the back of her teeth.

“That’s you’re lying face,” Matt accused.

Pidge was about to object when she dry heaved. Hunk recoiled at the sound and Colleen lurched forward. Pidge coughed, feeling something roiling up from her lungs. She was breathless for several moments as she practically vomited out three roses, half a peony, and handfuls of bloodied petals. Not only that, but lying on top of the whole mess was a blood-stained juni-berry flower. Her face went pale and she looked up to where Lance stood, mouth agape.

“You… you love Allura?” he gasped.

Pidge found herself wondering how he managed to make it this far in life. The others were looking at her with curious gazes.

“But I thought you said it was a guy~”

Matt was the first one to figure it out. He had Lance pinned against the wall within seconds.

“It’s you dammit!” he growled.

“Wh-what?” Lance blinked, looking dazed.

“It’s fucking you!” Matt roared. “She’s dying because of you!”

“M-matt!” Pidge coughed and spewed another handful of petals. “Please, stop~”

“Like hell!” he seethed.

Shiro pulled them apart, leaving Lance stunned.

“How long?” Hunk asked Pidge.

“I…” she gasped, her breathing erratic and shallow, “Since… b…beeeeef….”

Matt grabbed her by her shoulders.

“Katie?”

“Before coming back to earth,” she managed.

“Lance!” Keith turned on him, “Confess. Now.”

Lance stood dumbly. “But… but I don’t love her~”

Too quickly Pidge felt her throat constrict and sharp pains in her chest.

Lance realized what he’d said and desperately tried to fix it.

“It’s not-not that I don’t love her! I just don’t think of her like… like that,” he wrung his hands. “I… I love Allura… even though she’s gone I can’t… can’t stop~”

Matt grabbed him by his collar. “Fucking take it back!” he snarled. “My baby sister is dying because of you! Can’t you find it in you to love her even a little bit?”

“That’s not how love works,” Shiro put his hand on Matt’s shoulder, “You can’t force it.”

Meanwhile, Pidge was struggling to breathe. She grabbed onto Keith’s shoulder, body wracked with pain and the need to breath. She opened her mouth to reveal thorny stems curling out. Petals dropped right and left as she choked on nothing, vines blocking her airway.

“Katie!” Colleen and Sam lunged forward.

Keith screamed for a doctor and Matt was at her side in an instant. Pidge writhed as Hunk cried, arching her back. Shaking, her body tensed… her eyes widened and a tear slipped out. Slowly, as if time had slowed, her body relaxed, falling limp in Matt’s arms.

The heart monitor let out a piercing shriek and Hunk wailed in harmony. Matt buried his face in Pidge’s chest, her head falling back, mouth stuffed full of peonies in full bloom. Colleen and Sam had turned to each other’s embrace, Krolia put her arm around Keith, and Hunk was folding in on himself while Shiro put a hand on his shoulder with a solemn expression. Lance stood, dumbfounded.

Pidge. The green paladin. Resident tech nerd.

Gone.

Forever.

He sank to the floor, head in his hands.

“Katie!” Matt cried, “No! Come back! Please!”

He pulled back to look into her pale face. Pidge’s eyes were open, empty of the life they used to hold. Vines curled out of her mouth, tiny thorns poking into her soft, nearly translucent skin. Her mouth bloomed blood speckled flowers, the largest of which brushed the bottom of her nose. Her caramel hair lay limp around her shoulders, having grown out over the past two years.

She didn’t look like an angel.

She didn’t seem at peace.

She looked small and broken.

Matt brushed one of the flowers with his fingertip, tracing it down to her cheek.

Pidge had known Lance wouldn’t return her feelings. She was trying to spare him. It had all been in vain when her body betrayed her with the juni-berry flower. Now her suffering had been in vain. If this had happened a week or two earlier, she could still be alive. She might not have feelings for Lance, but she’d be alive.

Love could be so cruel, Matt thought bitterly as he watched a blood-soaked flower slip and fall unceremoniously to the floor. No matter how beautiful it looked, it could end at any moment and slip out of your fingers, leaving you at the mercy of life’s whims. For Pidge, it was hanahaki.

[ao3-feedshance]

Icarus Falling

by ashkazora

“Didn’t the attendant say you had to inspect the goods? After all-” Shiro stood frozen as Lance leaned impossibly close, his mouth almost touching Shiro’s ear. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as soft words began tickling his sensitive skin, “-we wouldn’t want to disappoint them, would we?”

-

In which Shiro goes undercover for a mission, and gets more than he bargained for.

Words: 4021, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Shiro (Voltron), Lance (Voltron)

Relationships: Lance/Shiro (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 08, Mentions of trafficking, Implied Sexual Content, Shiro is Down Bad, Reunions, tasteful fade to black with some spice seasoned in, ATLAS Pilot Shiro, Undercover Missions

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43933915

[theatregaymer]

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If a fandom is bold, I will write NSFW for it provided the characters are considered 18 or older.

Anime/Manga:

Code Geass | Digimon (Seasons 1-4) | Pokemon | Yu-Gi-Oh (Duelist Kingdom/Battle City/GX) | Shaman King | Bleach | Naruto/Boruto | One Piece | Yuri on Ice | Ookiku Furikabutte | Haikyuu | Kuroko no Basuke | Fairy Tail | Ouran High School Host Club | Shokugeki no Soma | Dragon Ball (Z/Super) | Fruits Basket | Black Clover | Jujutsu Kaisen | Boku no Hero Academia | Shingeki no Kyojin | Horimiya | Free! | Love Stage | Hunter x Hunter | Ao no Exorcist | Sword Art Online 

Video Games:

Tales of Phantasia/Destiny/Destiny 2/ Symphonia/Abyss/Vesperia/Zestiria/Arise | The Kiseki series (Sky/Zero/Cold Steel) | Fire Emblem | Persona 4/5 | Final Fantasy | Kingdom Hearts | Blush Blush | Star Ocean

Cartoons/Comics/Manhwa:

Avatar TLA/LOK | Voltron Legendary Defender | DC Animated Universe | Teen Titans | Young Justice | Love is an Illusion | BL Motel | Love so Pure | Star x Fanboy | Cherry Blossoms After Winter | Cats Love Water | Outside the Box

If I get into any new fandoms I will edit this post with an update.

[eon-cintran]

hello! i highly doubt my blog will ever be large enough to really need this sort of post, but im making one anyways!!

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- Smile for me

- rottmnt (and most other iterations of the franchise, but mainly 2018)

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- voltron legendary defenders (mostly s1-s3 tho)

- gravity falls

- good omens

- stardew valley

- fnaf

- tma

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[duckymcdoorknob]

Daily Speedwrite Pairings: Day 5

“Wanna try my vr?” -Plance

“Pidge that’s totally wicked!” Hunk squeaked from his position in front of the latter, his eyes sparkling.

“Thanks! I found it for super cheap at the space mall. I was really shocked to find something like this there.” Pidge chimed.

“Same here!” Hunk said beaming, “what are you going to play first?”

“Oh I’ve already took a crack at Beat Saber.” The girl replied, spinning a package of batteries in her hand, “I’ve been addicted to the YouTube videos since I found out about it.”

“Cool! I call second dibs!” The yellow clad boy cooed, flopping down onto the couch that was positioned in front of the tv.

“Wh-second?” She cocked an eyebrow, “Why not first?”

“PIDGE! WHAT IS THAT!? LOOKS COOL! LEMME TRY!” An erratic voice echoed through the room suddenly.

“That’s why.” Hunk chimed, laying down casually on the couch.

“Oh hey Lance!” Pidge beamed, “want to try my new VR?”

Lance nodded with a huge and goofy grin painted on his face. “Set me up!”

Pidge obliged and helped her friend put on the headset, then carefully handed him the controllers.

“Set me up for Beat Saber pretty please?” Lance cooed, standing attentively at the tv. He waved to himself repeatedly, as he could see his “hands” in the screen.

The girl chuckled and set up the game for her friend. “Alright. I’ll put you on to a simple song.”

Lance stood on alert as he started to swipe at colored bricks. Soon he got into the groove of things.

“Oooh! Buddy look! You’re close to beating Pidge’s high score!” Hunk chimed from the couch.

“Wha-?!” Pidge’s eyebrows shot up in shock upon seeing the score, “no way! Not gonna happen!”

“Oh it’s happening!” Lance snarled back playfully, still fixated on the neon bricks he was smashing.

“Sorry bud. But that high score is mine!” Pidge cried out before gently jabbing Lance’s sides

“NGRH- PIDGE N-“ Lance huffed, trying time regain his composure and hyperfocus.

“Pidge yes. Time to say goodbye to your high score.”

Pidge let her nimble fingers worm their way under the boy’s shirt to squeeze around his sides.

“PFF- Pihihihihidgehehehe! nohohohoho!” Lance whined, not bothering to fight.

“Never! I’ll make you miss!” Pidge replied with an evil grin.

“Ihihihihi’ll wihihihihin!” Lance chirped, lazer focusing his eyes to the, now shaking, bricks.

When Pidge moves her hands up under his arms, they immediately shot down, causing Lance to just fall short of her high score

“NOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAHIHIHIHIR!” Lance howled as his most sensitive spot was ruthlessly attacked.

“All is fair in love and Beat Saber.” Pidge cooed as she moved one hand down to squeeze Lance’s stomach pudge.

“NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAP! MEHEHEHEHEHERCY!” Lance crumbled to the floor, giggling like crazy.

“Mmmm Nah!” Pidge replied, “I’m gonna make sure you know to never beat my high score.”

“IHIHIHIHI KNOHOHOHOHOW! IHIHIHI KNOOOOOW HAHAH!” Lance writhed under his friend’s evil touches, trying so desperately to escape his ticklish dilemma.

“Hmm. But do you really?” Pidge dipped a finger into Lance’s belly button, “do you actually really?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHES! OHOHOHOHO GAHAHAHAD! YES YES YEHEHEHEHES! STAHAHAHAHPPIHIHIHIT!” Lance was howling with laughter by now, slamming his fists against the ground.

Pidge chuckled and helped her friend to his feet, sneaking a few squeezes to the boy’s side as he steadied himself.

“Evil child. Evil.” Lance spat.

“Aww someone’s mad they didn’t beat my high score.” Pidge teased, letting her lips purse on every word.

“I’m gonna beat it’s just watch it.”

When a few hours passed, Pidge found herself being beckoned to the room where the TV was located.

“When did-“

“Just now.”

“How did-“

“Grovel. That’s right. Grovel. I beat your high score fair and square!”

“grrrr.” Pidge soon pounced again, reducing her friend into a puddle of messy giggles.

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

Beach Rules

A/N: Paladins at the beach? Sure! Platonic everyone. This is Keith and Shiro centric. And there’s loads of tickling and simping, yay :D

„Is that…“

„No, it can’t be!!“

„Oh, but, but… guys, it’s…“

„A beach!“ Shiro stepped out of the castle, joining Pidge, Lance and Hunk on the surface of this vacation worthy planet with a disbelieving expression.

Allura followed, taking her helmet off and actually giving one of her rare honest smiles. „Yes, a beach. This is the planet of Basoria. 10 000 years ago, this planet has already been one of my favorite places to be. It seems incredible that the Galra haven’t taken over it. But since there are no intelligent beings on here, they probably didn’t see the point. It’s a save place. Coran and I wanted to offer you this. A day off at the beach. With everything you’ve already done, paladins, I am happy if I can give you something back.“

The three younger paladins shrieked happily, shouting their thanks as they took off running for the shore, shoes flying and jackets landing in the sand. Shiro turned his head to look at Allura with a smile. „This is amazing, Allura. I think you couldn’t have made them happier.“

Allura tilted her head and put a hand on Shiro’s left arm. „I was hoping you would enjoy this as well, Shiro. You have been working harder than anyone of us. You deserve a day’s rest.“

Shiro opened his mouth in surprise, a little overwhelmed by so much attention and a little lost for words. Fortunately Keith chose excatly this moment to step out between them, a grumpy expression on his face. „A beach?“ He asked with a raised eyebrow, obviously sceptical about something that involved such a big amount of fun.

Allura narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance, having hoped for a rather different reaction. „Yes, Keith. A beach. A place for relaxation and happiness. I’m glad to see that it disgusts you so much.“

Allura went to take off her armor inside the castle, mumbling intelligibly under her breath. Keith merely sniffed and shrugged as the princess moved away, crossing his arms over his chest and looking outside with a wary expression. Three cheerful paladins were splashing around in turquoise water. They were still dressed in t-shirts and pants, but didn’t seem to care a bit about the additional soaked weight. Keith had never seen them this outgoingly happy.

He felt a weight on his shoulder and saw that Shiro had put his hand on it, an encouraging smile on his face. „Go on, Keith. Don’t worry so much. I bet it’s fun out there. Give it a try.“

Keith tilted his head slightly and looked away, a little crease appearing between his eyebrows. „Hmmm. I don’t know, Shiro.“

The warm dark eyes of the older paladin changed, giving room for worry. This guy managed to catch up to everything. „What is it?“

Keith huffed and shook his head slightly, fond of Shiro being so perceptive, yet at the same time wishing he weren’t. „It’s just… I don’t know. I- I’ve never… well, I’ve never been to a beach before. My father and I never went on vacations, you know.“

Keith shuffled around slightly, trying to act as indifferent as he could, while he was actually dying from insecurity inside. He sent a tentative side glance in Shiro’s direction and saw the realization in his expression. Keith smiled and shielded his eyes against the sun.

„I think it’ll come naturally to you, Keith.“ Shiro said softly, making Keith look at him again in surprise. „All we have to do is go out there and… do the next best thing.“

Keith blinked at him, pretty unsure about this much spontaneousness. „And what would that be?“

Shiro put his finger on his lips thoughtfully, making Keith start to consider that maybe Shiro had just as little clue what to do at a beach as he had. His features softened a little at that impression. Where Shiro knew pretty much everything about him, there was little Keith knew about Shiro in connection to his past. Shiro kept most things locked away behind so many doors that walking through all of them could take years. Keith had barely managed to walk through the half of them.

He sighed deeply and slid out of his jacket, leaving it in the castle. „Let’s start by making ourselves more… beach ready.“ Keith made an awkward motion towards his t-shirt and then bent over to take off his shoes and roll up the legs of his pants.

Shiro smiled at that and copied Keith’s actions, stripping to his sleeveless muscle shirt and rolling his pants up as well. For a second he was insecure about the bulgy skin where his right shoulder merged into the metal arm. But then a sudden feeling took over him and made him forget about any insecurities. Was that… giddiness he felt in his stomach?

There suddenly was so much energy inside of him that he had to get rid off. He looked at Keith staggering around on one leg as he tried to keep the material of his pants rolled up on the other leg. And a grin spread out on his face.

He suddenly knew exactly what he had to do.

„Keith..“

Keith looked up in time to manage a very surprised yell, before a very strong arm wrapped around his middle and lifted him off the floor. „SHIRO WHAT ARE YOU-“

„I know what we have to do!“

Keith clawed his fingers into Shiro’s foreram, holding on to him tensely as the pilot started running with Keith dangling from his side, shaking him quite thoroughly. Despite that Keith almost sighed in relief as fresh air ruffled his hair and blew under his shirt, giving him goosebumps and drying his sweat. It felt like flying through the desert with Shiro all over again. The memory of their races untied a knot in Keith’s chest and he suddenly had to let out a laugh as Shiro readjusted his grip on him, lifting him even higher than he’d been before.

„Don’t drop me!!!“

Shiro’s smirk was audible in his words as he raised his voice as well. „Oh, I will drop you in a bit!“

Keith tensed up again and looked to where Shiro was headed. Pidge, Hunk and Lance in the water had noticed their approach by now, curious happy smiles on their faces as they got closer at a dizzying speed. The realization hit Keith and he started struggling, almost causing Shiro to drop him himself.

„NO YOU WILL NOT! DON’T YOU DARE! SHIRO!“

But Shiro wasn’t bothered by Keith’s defiance in the slightest. His soft laughter mixed with Keith’s gasps and yelps and put a warm feeling in his shaking stomach.

Keith’s struggles grew stronger the closer they got to the water, forcing Shiro to swing Keith’s in front of his chest to be able to hold him there with both his arms.

Keith’s fists drummed against Shiro’s forearms, as the pilot reached the shore and took a few steps into the water. How Shiro managed to stay strong enough to hold him like that with all his laughter was a freaking mystery to the paladin of the red lion. „Enough with the violence,“ Shiro chuckled, „Time to cool your head!“

Keith’s knees were pulled up to his chest and he was eagerly trying to keep himself in that pulled up position by wrapping his hands around Shiro’s head behind him and holding on. „I DON’T THINK SO!!“

„Oh, but you will let go,“ Shiro growled, a playful tone to his voice that made Keith’s stomach drop.

„YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!!“

„Ah, Keith, you really bring this upon yourself,“ Shiro chuckled and kept his metal arm wrapped around Keith’s middle, the other suddenly dangerously unoccupied and close to his side and ribs and this was when it clicked, but too late.

„SHIRO WAIT-“ Keith shouted out in panic, trying to pull himself up higher to get away, but it was to no use. Shiro’s fingers were already squeezing his side and making their way up and hell on earth, it tickled so much, Keith had never thought anything could tickle this much.

Any plans for holding back his giggles were diminished immediately, as he broke out into hysterical squeals and deep uncontrollable laughter, twitching around like a fish as Shiro’s fingers were crawling up his side, over his ribs and right in the center of his exposed armpit. He really meant to keep his hands behind Shiro’s head, pulling at his hair to keep from being dropped. But forget that, he couldn’t take this without fighting back. It felt like Shiro was tickling him with twenty fingers at least where he was only using five and it wasn’t fair and it led to Keith’s unavoidable fate.

„SHHIHIIHRO NOHOOO PLEEEHEHEHEASE!!“

„I won’t stop until you let go!!“

„BUT THEN YOU’LL DROOHOHOP MEE!!“

„Beach rules, Keith. You are obligated to have fun!“

One last arch in Shiro’s arm, then Keith couldn’t stand it anymore and he tore his arms down, trying to push Shiro’s assaulting hand as far away from his ticklish torso as possible, when it was already time for a dive in the waves of Basoria.

Keith shrieked, when Shiro’s arms suddenly stopped holding him, honest to God shrieked - as if he’d needed any more embarrassment in front of the others. The cold water caught him quite gently though. There were no burns at the impact of the water, there was no water shooting up his nose. There was just a nice feeling of floating around and having his hair fly around his head.

He welcomed the feeling happily. But only for a few seconds. Then his wish for revenge grew too strong and he speedily made his way back up to the surface. He managed to find a stand on the sandy underground, the water up to his chest where it had been up to Shiro’s waist.

Shiro. With narrowed eyes and wet hair clinging to his forehead he saw Shiro quickly making his way deeper into the water, looking over his shoulder, laughing breathlessly.

„OH YEAH YOU BETTER RUN!! JUST YOU WAIT TIL I GET YOU BACK!“

Shiro almost slipped from laughter at Keith’s bubbly attempts oto swim after him, completely out of breath, but fueled with the desire to give him a taste of his own medicine.

In the meantime Pidge was busy climbing on top of Hunk’s shoulders in her soaked shirt, where she held on to Hunk’s hair with one hand, pointing at Shiro with the other and letting out a war cry that would have scared away Galrans. „FUGITIVE ON THE RUN! GO GET HIM! AID OUR TORTURED FRIEND!!!“

Keith almost sunk under the surface from his surprised laughter. He hadn’t expected the others to come to help him. They liked to watch Shiro tickle him into madness during sparring matches rather comfortably. But this. Maybe this was also part of the beach rules. Everyone against the strongest one. It seemed like a good rule to Keith.

Shiro on the other hand was barely able to bring much more distance between himself and the others as panicked laughter started to slow him down. Lance was gaining on him, as Hunk grabbed Pidge from his shoulders and used all his strength to throw her in Shiro’s direction, getting her closer to him as well.

Shiro thought it clever apparently to change tactics and stopped swimming in the one direction to make his way in the other one now.

Keith had to chuckle as he heard Shiro’s breathless gasps for air get closer. Alright, if this was a fun time at the beach he was sold. Now they only had to catch him.

„YOU GUYS, THIS ISN’T FAIR!!“ Shiro shouted, smiling widely as Pidge and Lance were getting awfully close.

„BEACH RULES!!“ Keith yelled as he too was getting closer to Shiro who was trying to make his way to the shore to be able to run away. He’d be way too fast for the other paladins if he managed to reach it. They couldn’t let him get away.

„Oh no, you will NOT!!“ Lance exclaimed passionately as Shiro was stumbling to his feet in the ankle high water. The plue paladin took a large dive and actually managed to pull Shiro down with a splash. The two of them rolled over in the warm part of the water, Shiro breathless from laughter already while Lance was yelling almost as loud as Pidge had before.

„You did it, Lance!“ Keith cheered as he too got to his feet in the low water, throwing himself on top of the other two. Shiro groaned with laughter at the additional weight and tried to push the two of them off of him.

„Now, just wait a second, just wait…“ Another weight took away Shiro’s breath as Hunk dropped down on top of Keith, slowly but successfully building a sandwich.

„We have him! Do we have him?“ Hunk spluttered and looked at his two friends underneath himself. Keith held up a thumb, despite the lack of air.

„We’ve got him! You guys are the best!!“

Pidge arrived with a wide smile on her face and was a bit reluctant to putting herself on top of the three boys as well. She didn’t have to anyway. Instead she dropped down next to Shiro’s face and grinned at him evilly.

„Ha, you didn’t see that coming, did you?“

Shiro glared at her, still out of breath, but he just couldn’t keep it up and a soft, playful expression was back on his face again in no time. „I guess Voltron’s bond must be really strong already. Just don’t lose your head in the process…“

All four of them groaned inexplicably loud at this bad pun and Pidge felt no sympathy for him in the slightest as she told the other three to give him hell just for that. Even though he was pretty doomed in his current position. He couldn’t move out from underneath the three boys and all of them put their hands to good use some place on his tall upper body. Hunk was pinching his sides, as Keith worked his hands under his arms and Lance immediately used his position for good access to Shiro’s ribs.

Pidge was blessed with the picture of Shiro throwing his head back in ticklish agony, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth opened in the brightest smile, as beautiful laughter was shooting out of him.

He couldn’t fight off six hands with just two and Keith enjoyed strongly making him laugh this hard, especially with the aid of his friends. He could tell that Shiro was very fine with them having their fun like this and it warmed Keith’s heart that Shiro was so selfless and soft in every situation. He looked at Shiro throwing his head from side to side, shaking with incessant giggles and trying to arch his back against the overwhelming sensations and he just knew that Shiro would never stop doing whatever it took to make him happy and have fun despite the times they were living in.

He knew that there was no „Voltron losing their head“. Shiro’s love was the starting point of all bonding among the paladins. He was the heart of the group.

Keith certainly knew that. And the others would at the very latest agree now that Shiro’s determination had managed to connect all paladins in having fun together.

[cryptid-things111]

Love❤💙

Lance was bored, Very bored. Not only did he have nothing to do but his boyfriend was in a different room practicing his magic, so it's not like he had anyone to talk to at the moment. So wait he shall….or! He could go and mess with Keith while he's trying to concentrate. "Yeah, that's a good idea." (This was not a good idea). With that lance set off to find said boyfriend and bother him cause what else is he gonna do?

It was a short walk given the room Keith was in was across from where Lance was. He peeked in the room. "Whoa" lance whispered, completely baffled Keith was sitting in the middle of the floor, his back towards the door, eyes closed concentrating, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. magenta and yellow specks flying around him gracefully and a fue butterflies hear and there. Lance hadn't moved from his place by the door thinking of how to distract the former witch in front of him. "Hmmm" Lance hummed quietly deep in thought himself. Suddenly he perked up a gleam of mischief in his eyes. A gleam that anyone that knows lance would easily identify as dangerous.

With a smirk, he quietly made his way over to the black haired male and sat on his knees behind him not making a sound. Now what Lance didn't know was that Keith knew he was at the door the whole time because when Lance opened the door it squeaked a little given that the cabin they lived in was old, big, but old. Besides, Keith can practically feel his lover in the ground, it's almost like a seventh sense...and he heard lance giggle when he cracked open the door.

"This plan is full proof!, sneak up behind the babe, grab him, pin him down and tickle him, simple!" Lance thought.

He didn't know

He wasn't thinking

Furiously spidering at Keith's sides, Keith didn't budge, he didn't move, he didn't laugh, he didn't even flinch. "What!?" Lance exclaimed then continued to try and tickle his boyfriend. Keith smirked then turned his head to look at lance over his shoulder, dropping his hands in his lap then to look back in front of him. "You do realize that I'm not ticklish right?" Said keith smugness clear in his voice. Lance grumbled "well yeah, i can see that captain- oof!"

Keith tackled Lance and pinned his arms down with his hands above his head. "Keheheheith, baby, let's talk about this, '' Lance giggled. Keith smirked and narrowed his eyes playfully and lowered his head a little more "it didn't seem like you wanted to talk earlier" he then dug his fingers into Lance's upper ribs. "keheheheheheheith! Nohohohohoho!" Keith chuckled "Keith yes" then moved his hand up lances shirt and wiggled his finger in his bellybutton, making lance go nuts. "Ahahahahahahahahahaha!nohohohohoho!" 

Now Keith knew lance couldn't handle a handful of things, some of those things being neck kisses, raspberries, tummy kisses, nibbles, etc. So what better way to teach his boyfriend a lesson than to stick his entire head up his shirt and blow raspberries on his belly. And that's exactly what he did.

"Eeeee! Keheheheheheheheith!" Lance squealed and began pushing at Keith's head that was currently under his shirt blowing raspberries and nibbling dangerously close to his belly button. "Ohkahahay! Ohkahahahahay! You whihihihin!" Keith took his head out of lance shirt. "You sure?" He asked teasingly. "Yehehes'' Lance giggled, breathless. 

"Positive?"

"Yes!"

"Hmmmm...i don't believe you" letting go of his lover's arms he quickly shot his hands to his armpits and scratched menacingly keeping his head on lance's chest so he could look at his astonishing face.

"Ahhhh! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Lance screamed with laughter. You know…Keith could get used to this. Waking up next to Lance, listening to him talk, watching him cook, just watching him do things he normally does. Before he met Lance he always assumed he would be a lone wolf not having to worry about anyone or anything just he, himself, and him.

Then Lance came along and changed his entire world completely. So much now Keith is finding himself doing things he would have never done before. Like gardening, making flower crowns, going on picnics, hanging out with friends, hell even the thought of himself spending time with friends was just unbelievable. And he thanks every star in the universe that he was lucky enough to find people that love and care about him. 

Speaking of love he better give lance a break before he passes out. "Stohohohohohp! I'm gonna pehehehehe!" With a smile he stops and lance lays there completely out of breath 

"Are you done?" Lance asks, smiling. "I love him" Keith thinks to himself and as if his lips acted on their own they were on lances kissing the giggles out of his mouth. 

A few Minutes pass and Lance is running out of breath. Keith is too but he's stubborn and wants to stay like this forever. Unfortunately he does need to breathe. Pulling back from the kiss he looks at lance, whispering.

"Whoa"

He's so pretty

Beautiful blue eyes look back at him, astonishing display of freckles across his adorable button nose, soft brown hair looking as if he just got out of bed, heavenly lushes brown skin accompanied by more freckles. And on top of all that he belongs to keith. Keith and Keith only. No one else...just Keith.

"Are you done?" Lance askes again after not getting an answer the first time. Taking a moment to get one more good look at his prized possession. "One more thing" said Keith then for his grand finally he used one hand to put lances arm over his head and the other to just hold his waist, pushing his face into his lover's clothed ribs and shaking his head back and forth and playfully growling, nuzzling him.

The giggles, snorts, and hiccups that came out of Lance's mouth were almost too much for Keith's heart to handle. "Nohohohoho! Stop your giving me butterflies!" Lance squealed. Continuing for a minute more Keith stopped, giving lance a proper break. Keith smiled down at the sight before him.

I love him❤

[dnightshade0]

More vampire ghost possessed lance XD

Torturing Keith with more vampire ghost possessed lance XD

V Lance: hay guys wanted to know a secret? :D

Hunk and pidge look over at V Lance.

Hunk: sure.

V Lance: I have just discovered where Keith’s tickle spot is! 😁

Pidge: OOH WHERE?! >:D

Just as V lance is about to tell them, Keith comes and slaps his hand over V lance’s mouth.

Keith: OH NO YOU DON’T! 😠

V Lance looks down at Keith’s hand then looks at Keith, cocking an eyebrow.

Then mumbles something threw Keith’s hand that no one can understand.

Keith: what did you say? (Uncovers V Lance’s mouth)

V Lance: I said “really Keith? I’m a vampire. I have fangs. I can literally BITE your hand off.”

Keith immediately draws his hands away from him XD lol

Keith: !!! O_Olll !!!

V Lance: that’s what I thought 😒

[gotmeringinghellsbells]

Hi hun! Happy holidays and I hope you have a wonderful new year! I was wondering if you could write a shiro x Curtis x Adam fic where Curtis feels out of place in their relationship and wants to be hugged and kissed instead of just being told that he’s loved while shiro and Adam get lovey dovey. He gets so isolated that he falls ill and refuses to talk to Adam and shiro about the problems until he cracks and tells the truth with shame in his eyes. Sorry if this is angsty! Thank you! Best wishes!

Third Wheel

Fandom: Voltron Defenders of the Universe

Characters: Adam, Curtis, and Takashi Shirogane

A/N: FINALY FINISHED! Happy very much belated holidays dearie! Sorry this took so long. 

Description: Depression exists in many ways. It’s an illness with little to no “cure”. Curtis Shirogane had been stricken with this weight for sometime, but recently it’s been crawling further throughout him. His husbands begin to worry before finally saying no more to his silence. 

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Depression was an illness with no easy “cure”. Sure, he'd been battling it for most of his life, but it never seemed to get easier. The only time he could think when it was when they were in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. Everything was new, sweet, and innocent. The three wed before it really ended; finding it odd to just “string” Curtis along while their already married. Curtis was eager to agree, but now, two years later, he felt like a third wheel more than a lover.

It just came over him without any rhyme or reason. He sat back in the oak, kitchen chair and just watched; slumpt over some. Gray eyes scanned over the two, as they normally did. But rather than the feeling of love or just overall familiarity…. Curtis felt something else; but he couldn’t place what exactly. It wasn’t positive at all, he just felt…. out of place. 

Adam was washing dishes, Shiro holding him from behind as he normally did. He rested his face in the warm, soft skin. The sound of a normal or butterfly kiss would be heard from time to time. They never talked during this “special time” unless Adam needed Shiro to move so he could do something. But then again, that’s how their “special time” normally was.

On the couch, in the bedroom, in the car, on the porch; hell even during intercourse. They were so invested in each other, they could read each other so well. They didn’t need to talk to bond, they showed their affection through their actions. Yes, they did talk, just not in moments like this.   It was bitter sweet to watch; it was  like Curtis was unnoticed. 

Sure, Curtis was ace and had a hard time being physical with someone; but it would be nice to be more included. But then again, what was he going to say? He wasn’t, he wouldn’t. He never had been able too grow past the turama to have this skill; even when it involved his husbands. 

The male said nothing as he pushed in the kitchen chair. No rubbing Shiro’s back as he passed, not saying anything to either of them. He just left. Spice, his baby, followed him up to the bedroom. She jumped up onto the tall bed with slight struggle before settling in Shiro’s spot on the bed. Curtis then followed to his own, pulling the crocheted blanket Adam’s mother had made for them over the him self and his baby. 

He didn’t feel like being here today, he hadn’t in weeks. It was just building up worse and worse but…. he couldn’t say anything. 

It had been hours since breakfast. Adam frowned as he glanced at the digital clock that was an added bonus to the cd player attached to the underside of one of his cabinets. It was past noon, Curtis hadn’t come down to eat. Adam had checked on him, of course; but the other, unbenounced to him, was pretending to sleep. Adam left him be, thinking he needed rest. His forehead was normal in temperature, no red dusted the soft, warm, sun kissed skin. He didn’t appear to be ill, but Adam worried from the habit of Shiro’s past. 

When Shiro came back from his meeting after dusk, he was surprised that Adam hadn’t woken the other. He was biting the skin beside his thumb, bounding his foot on the wooden kitchen floor. Brown eyes looked back to the clock before glancing up to see the shortest of the three. Shiro frowned before walking over to rub Adam’s shoulders. “You alright?” The other nodded. “Worried. Curtis hasn’t gotten up for anything since breakfast.”

That was strange. They had a bathroom in their bedroom and a case of water upstairs so most likely the other was still hydrated. “He hasn’t eaten,” Shiro asked, correcting the other; “Or stretched his legs?” The other shook his head. “Spice came down a few times but it wasn’t for long. As soon as she went into the yard, she did her business and immediately wanted to get back in bed.” Something was clearly wrong. 

Shiro bit his lip in thought as he kneaded into Adam’s shoulders more. “I’ll order dinner tonight. It’ll get here quicker. Pizza might entice him?” Adam shrugged before nodding. “I’m going to go lay with them until it gets here.” Shiro stepped back to give his love space; Adam stealing a soft kiss in response. He walked away quietly as Shiro walked to the counter to use the landline. 

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Adam lay staring at the ceiling as he listened to the sound of Curtis’s breathing…. And the breathing of every other being (that wasn’t Shiro) in the house. Curtis was curled, facing inwardly to his pitbull, mut rescue. She curled on her side, facing her daddy as well. Coffee, a long haired rescue, curled around Adam’s head for heat as she normally did. Nutmeg stereotypically corgi splooted beside Adam; relying on him to keep her on the bed. 

Buffy didn’t even try to climb on the crowded bed. Rather, she curled up on the dog bed in the corner and rested her eyes. Shiro was home, and she was off the clock. However, it didn’t last long as there was a knock on one of the two bedroom doors. Various heads lifted from the two beds, looking to the new face. Shiro gave a small smile. “Food’s here.” 

Dog by dog, the three left the room for their own dinner and hopes of stealing some of their fathers. The furry feline merely smacked her fluffy tail into Adam’s face, earning a small snort. “Yeah, I know. You want your dinner too.” Adam set Coffee on the floor before shaking Curtis slightly. “Hey, time to get up.” 

Curtis let out a huff of air in defeat before slowly opening his eyes. The look on Adam’s face: that smile, the slightly turned up brows, the half lidded eyes, the love; guilt hit him like a train. “Oh…. alright.” He slowly sat up, not feeling all that well from lack of food. He managed to get down stairs, crashing at the oak table before digging into the veggie slice set on a plate in his spot. 

He was quiet as the other two joined him. Adam watched him as he blotted the grease off his pizza with a napkin. Shiro hummed as he finished chewing his bite, swallowing it. “So, you feeling alright Curtis?” The other nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for dinner.” His voice sounded a bit raspy. Shiro pushed a can beside him; soda. To truly eat like they were teens again was rare. 

Gray and gray locked as the can was passed. Shiro felt a sense of sympathy come over him as Curtis flicked his eyes to the table to avoid him. “You wanna talk about it?” Gray and brown now met before Curtis shook his head. “I’m fine guys, just tired.” Yeah, depressed. “We’ve been married for two years Curtis.” Adam wasn’t buying the excuse. “If your having one of those days, you can tell us.” 

Shiro went to agree when suddenly Curtis stood. He said nothing as he grabbed another slice and disappeared from the table. The two were temporarily paralyzed with shock before exchanging looks. “Let him be,” Shiro said; sounding like an absent father. “May have been a nightmare, PTSD, just…. let him be for now Adam.” It was for himself to hear as well. 

The other was silent.

Night was in full swing, the two cuddling on the couch. Roboting fingers moved through wavy, yellow fur as Buffy relaxed beside them. Nutmeg attempted to fight for the hand as Adam’s held Coffee; Shiro holding Adam. It had been a few hours now, Adam couldn’t wait any longer. He set his baby aside before patting Shiro’s hand. The toher let go, watching as the taller disappeared. When Adam didn't turn towards the bathroom, he sighed. 

He wanted to help Cutis, of course, but he didn’t know what to do. Shiro feared upsetting the other more than he already was rather than helping him. But when he heard a small noise from the bedroom, hand pushing on the slightly opened door, he felt a sudden sensation of relief. “A-Ahahahdam!” The lighter haired brunette quirked a brow. “What? You’ve been scaring us all day. You need to talk about these things sometimes Curtis. We’re your husbands; we’re your family.” The last part was used as more of a tease as teeth gently scraped against the squirming male’s soft cheek. 

Curtis turned his head; the attention that had been craved was now almost tormenting. “Besides that, if you got pizza sauce on my white sheets and blankets or on the crocheted blanket.” It was an unended threat; Curtis already knew his punishment, and was accepting of it. Shiro took his place in the fight, not holding Curtis’s upper body as he would normally. Rather, he sat on the other’s shins and started to squeeze under his knee caps. 

The laughter came out harder, hiccupy, and squealy. Small gasps left Curtis’s mouth as he jumped and bounced about, shaking his head. He clung to Adama as he tried to pull his legs out from the solid mass that was Shiro. “Ah! Sthahaop, sthahahop!” Adam smirked a bit before pulling Curtis in close. 

Chapped lips pressed against darker brown locks as protective arms swallowed the male whole. “How adorable,” Adam chuckled. This in turn only earned a deeper blush form the youngest of the three. He tried to Adam as a result, whimpering and squealing more so as the touch became lighter under his legs. “Your like a cartoon. Wonder if a feather could actually get you laughing,” Shiro hummed. Adam reached over to his night stand, taking Curtis down with him. Shiro had to quickly move off of Curtis as to not hurt his legs from the action. He watched as Adam reached into the nightstand drawer, Curtis using the break to catch up on oxygen. 

Ada pulled out some of the sanitized feathers he’d collected over the years. Turkey, Blue Jay, Robbin, Pigeon, Finch, etc. He held them up to Shiro who grinned with delight. Taking a turkey feather and blue jay feather, he watied for Adam and Curtis to resituate. It was noted by both that Curtis’s struggle ceased. He was covering his face with his hands, as relaxed as he could be in Adam’s loving arms. 

“What’s going on, hm? You want to be tickled? If you just wanted our attention, you could have said something, love.” Ah, not the nickname. Curtis squeaked as he started to curl up more. Shiro took the opportunity to gently take his legs, letting Adam continue to softly whisper sweet teases and compliments into Curtis’s ears. 

The longer feather (turkey) was first, gliding under the knees and up the bottoms of Curtis’s thighs. The whimpers became hearty giggles. Legs jerks out of sync, body bouncing, and feet wiggling about. Adam snickered lovingly as he started to kiss the blocking hands where he could reach them. “Your so loving and sweet. We love you so much Curtis, what’s wrong; huh?” 

Once more, the male shook his head, not about to let his nerves betray his body. “Guess we’re moving up some.” Curtis felt the feather leave, nearly screaming in surprise when it arrived again. The tip could do little against the cloth of the boxer briefs; causing Shiro to use it’s harder end to gently trace the inner thighs. Guilt subsided and butterflies swarmed, he never felt so craving of the strange touch. He whimpered and squirmed, asking for freedom. But false cries fell deaf on loving ears. Teeth gently nibbled his ear lobe, melting the male as a whole. 

Feathers glided over his torso, under his un-removed shirt. It felt more secretive and special for some reason today. Hands replacing soft tips earning loud, sweet laughter. The hands roamed up to his neck, then under his chin. Finally, Adam’s hands moved Curtis’s away as Shiro’s started to tickle his cheeks and nose. Breathless giggles filled the cooling air as the session started to cease. Tear filled eyes met dry before Shiro stole a kiss, Adam close behind. 

“Feeling better now,” Shiro asked as he rubbed the other’s stomach to help ease the sensation. It didn’t work right, earning more squirms. Slowly, Curtis was able to speak after moving the hand away softly. “Yeah, sorry,” he panted out shamefully. “You want to tell us anything about it,” Adam asked again as he moved his hold and position so that Curtis sat between his legs, leaning back as the other's arms met at his lower torso. 

There was silence before Curtis took a breath. “Guess I’ve just felt like a third wheel.” The other two looked shocked. A third wheel? “How so,” Adam asked, being the more composed of the two “outsiders”. “Your… always on top of eachother. Yes, I understand I don’t really feel comfortable with sex and I struggle with physcial affection but…. I just feel like an outsider; like I don't belong in… in this.” 

Adam and Shiro looked shocked. They didn’t yell at him, not that Curtis fully expected them too. They weren’t his bloodline, they were his family. They cared for him, about his well being. They just wanted him to be happy, but he couldn’t find the words to express himself. “I love you,” Shiro whimpered before kissing him once more. It was an apology in disguise. Adam started to kiss him more and more, a better apology. 

Curtis whimpered before relaxing into the two as they continued to softly kiss him, slowly falling into a sleepy cuddle pile. The butterflies that were erupting didn’t stop. The feeling became overwhelming as he gently moved closer to Adam for support as he began to crumble. Slowly, Adam moved them so that they could rest for the night; Curtis in the middle this time. Four kisses in total on his eyelids, and Curtis was out. 

So drained, so flustered, so safe and warm. The two others sighed before sharing a quick, soft kiss and snuggling close to the male between them. Slowly, the three left for a world of darkness, fantasy, or horrors, living in their heads until tomorrow would come.

[fluffandlove]

Have some klance because this fic is turning out so looooong and angsty but at least it has this  

Shit, Keith reached for Lance’s sides and started tickling him, that asshole. Lance’s body almost flew off the couch as he guffawed, kicking his legs violently, but Keith easily sat on them to keep him in place. “No, wai— Keith!”

It was strangely intimate. Lance couldn’t remember the last time they’d had a tickle fight, or maybe he had banished all those memories, because Keith sitting on his legs, leaning over him with that stupid smirk and him bucking his hips to get him off was all way too much to handle. After a mere ten seconds, he was completely breathless, laughing hysterically and slapping at Keith’s arms, but he wasn’t going to stop any time soon.

“So, what’s the big secret?” Keith called out to overpower Lance’s loud laughter and had sit on his hips because he was getting really desperate to escape. “Tell me and I’ll stop.”

It was too much. Keith’s sinister low voice, his fragrance, their proximity and his hands going under his shirt, oh no. Lance’s eyes almost bulged out and he threw his head back, screaming bloody murder because his hands were really warm and soft.

“Keith, pleeease, oh my god!” he actually squealed and pushed at his shoulders. “Stop, I’m dying!”

[ticklefits]

No Phones Allowed | klance

i suck at titles

Summary : College!au Lance and Keith are just having a cute little movie date . Lance’s phone keeps going off, Keith gets annoyed, shenanigans ensue. 

i also suck as summaries

Warnings : some cursing .

Genre(s) : it’s all fluffy fam

Word count : 1243 

R : PG .

“Dude , turn off your phone. You were the one who wanted to watch this movie,” An annoyed sound falls from the dark-haired student, the arm coiled around his boyfriend’s waist tightening slightly as a means to get him to pay attention to the screen of their television rather the screen of his cellphone.

“Okay, okay, okay, just -- gimmie --. .” Quick fingers swipe the last of the message sent to the group chat between him, Hunk, and Pidge, holding back the small snorts that dare to escape from the memes Pidge sent, that were now burned in his mind. It’s true, he was the one who picked out this movie, mainly because he knew Keith liked a particular character in this film ( he’d mentioned to Pidge before, that they reminded him of Lance, and that the character was his favorite and Lance thought that to be absolutely adorable ) and the brunet wanted to see Keith’s face when said character would show up.

Attentiveness was finally settled back to the movie and Keith released a small sigh, eyes rolling fondly as he noticed the other’s concentration going back to the bigger screen. It was a comfortable silence for a short while after that, Keith tugging Lance closer if only to subtly relish in the warmth he brings, the familiar scent of expensive colognes that somehow still trademarks Lance himself. He discovers himself somewhat distracted from the movie, until he hears the annoying buzz of text messages again and glances over.

There’s that phone again.

There’s Lance, on that phone again.

While he tries to swipe away, curled to the side as if Keith wouldn’t see him texting during their time together, Keith groans a bit, irritation set in his tone.

“Lance.”

“Okay, listen, this time it’s actually important.”

“What’s so important this time?”

“Pidge is giving me the homework assignments that I missed today.”

“Are you actually gonna do them?”

“Of course I am! Later on. . . at some point.”

But Keith leans over Lance’s shoulder, taking a sneaky look at his phone and what he sees makes him nudge his companion’s shoulder, glaring softly with eyes rolling again. “Dude, you’re not getting homework, you’re sharing your stupid memes again!”

Alright, that’s it. Keith holds his palm out, thick brows knitted together in the center of his forehead, one lifted accusingly at Lance. “Hand it over. You’re on phone arrest now.”

Lance observes the other incredulously, as if he’d just been asked to never shower for a week. “What? No! I’ll stop looking at my phone, I’ll put in my pocket and I won’t touch it, I promise.”

“You said that earlier,” Keith chastised, shaking his head stubbornly, “Give me the phone Lance.”

Aforementioned student held his phone close to his chest, standing his ground as he leans his visage closer to Keith’s, nose scrunched with a teasing frown - mixed pout and neatly sculpted brows furrowed. “. . Make me.”

Keith loses his prior expression, only for a moment, and only because a new one takes its place. One with a particular half - smirk, half - grin, that only shows at the corners of his lips and it honestly makes Lance melt a little whenever he sees it. But it also means that Lance has done fucked up in some way, and Keith is gonna be his maker. Either way, it’s a blessing in disguise.

“-- Gladly.” And that’s when a hand immediately attaches itself to Lance’s side, digits dancing along the fabric quickly, while the other lunges to grab for the phone still glued against Lance’s chest.

He squeaks the moment he feels the sensation wriggling all over his skin, causing him to squirm and try pushing against Keith, shrinking off to the side. “H - Hey! Th - This ihihis cheatihihing!” He manages through bubbling giggles, his energy already beginning to wane.

“You’re the one who said to make you. What else was that supposed to mean, huh?” His fingers shift, going from spidery tickles, to quick squeezes in between, making Lance writhe against the blankets, messing them up in order to try moving away from the extremities at work, “Besides, you probably secretly wanted this right? That’s what you were doing. . . Provoking me, by texting and not paying attention to the movie. What a little sneak.”

God, those teases. If there was one thing that was true about Keith ( that Lance probably couldn’t even verbally admit to ), is that his ability to tease is something that could leave Lance breathless and begging for more. It’s been months since Lance told Keith about the fact that he likes tickling, explained what that entails, and since then, Keith has only improved as a ler and continues to, much to Lance’s dismay ( but most majorly, his delight ). This isn’t near the worst of what he’s experienced before, but it definitely manages to leave quite an impact on him, evidenced by the way his body responds, as if he’s grown twice as sensitive all of a sudden.

“Ke - Keith! Sta---ahahp, kn - knohohock it off!” He’s trying, trying to remain resilient against the hand that leaves him jelly - bodied ; he’s moved to different areas now, attacking his stomach which makes Lance try to flip over to protect it, yet he exposes the dip in his spine, a spot found that he even Lance hadn’t realized was there, until a month ago. Keith pokes & prods his fingers into the valley and Lance squeaks louder, back arching and there’s a small crack in his voice as he lets out another plea for the other to cease.

Only when Lance finally flips back over to hide that spot, does Keith now use both hands to go for his hips, a well - explored death spot that Keith has a distinct fondness for. Digits alter from squeezing and pinches, to quick swipes and digging tickles and what makes it all the more worse, is that Lance’s shirt has ridden up, pants ridden down some, exposing the perfect amount of flesh for Keith to work on. At this point, Lance has become nothing if not pliant and exhausted, belly laughter escaping around the occasional squeak or hiccup and Keith almost doesn’t want to stop. He’s thoroughly enjoying the view of his boyfriend like this : hair disheveled and running a muck across the pillows, cheeks and ears dusted with pink, sapphire eyes dewy with threatening tears and the biggest grin on his lips that make him smile too, as if it’s contagious.

It takes him a good moment to remember the point of reducing Lance to a giggling mess, glancing around the area of the bed before locating Lance’s phone and swiftly snatching it up. “There we go,” There’s a smug coating over his tone as he sets the phone on the nightstand closest to him, where Lance couldn’t get to it without him knowing.

Still trying to catch his breath as a few stray giggles leak out from his mouth, Lance slowly sits up, pouting and nudging Keith’s shoulder with whatever strength he has left. “You’re totally mean. .” He grumbles. Keith only shrugs, slowly wrapping an arm around Lance’s waist again ( to which Lance tenses, thinking he’s about to get tickled once more ) and pulls him in close, taking in his heat again with a small sigh. Lance relaxes a few seconds after in lieu, curling up next to his boyfriend as they both focus back on the movie that’s already played past the middle mark.

Buzz, buzz!

“ ...I--,”

“Don’t you dare.”