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pineapplekeith · 6 years

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House Cat - Pt. 2

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Pairing: Klance

Universe: Modern Earth/Fantasy

Rating: T (language)

Word Count: 3K+

Part: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]

Summary: Werecats are hard to find outside of lab facilities now-a-days and Lance has had a suspicion that a small stray that comes by his house now and then is one when he noticed a new face around town around the same time. / Modern AU setting with werecats for fun and seriousness now and then. Klance heavy with Garrison Trio and maybe some more ships making an appearance later on.

A/N: So far, this has been well liked on AO3 and FF so I decided to post the full parts on here. Links to AO3 and FF are on my story blog @kal-i-ka-stories

I’m cold. Why is it cold?

Sometime during the night Lance had fallen asleep at his desk.

Why is the idiot still at his desk? I’m cold damn it!

The bed creaked as weight shifted around.

What the hell? Oh shit! It happened again!!

The growing pain in Lance’s neck and back started to pull him out of his sleep. He groaned as he forced his eyes open, unhappy to find that he fell asleep with the lights on. He sat up in his seat and stretched his back. Something in the corner of his eye caught his attention and he looked over. Sitting on his was bed was a boy about his age looking down at his hands and was shockingly stark naked. The familiar sight of the teen that Lance has seen on his route home for the past few weeks instantly made him fall back out of his seat and land on the floor, catching the attention of the mysterious boy.

“I knew it.” Lance mumbled as they stared at each other.

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What’s taking him so long? It’s almost 4:30.

Keith flipped through a comic magazine that he picked up at the street corner convenient shop he was standing at, using it as a cover. Every now and then he would glance down the street, hoping to see a certain teenage boy that’s been taking care of him for the past month.

Keith was part of the common family of werecats and has finally found a way to use his house cat appearance to his advantage since he broke out of the lab he was born in. Being on his own in the real world with no identification, no paperwork, and a basic education, life has been hard for the teen. Luckily, he was able found a job that would pay him under the table, feed him now and then, and let him stay in the building’s upstairs apartment, but it really wasn’t much – especially with winter coming. Keith hated the cold weather, his breed wasn’t one built for it. Even when taping plastic on his apartment’s windows and sleeping as a cat under his clothes and blanket, it still wasn’t warm enough.

That was when he remembered the time he was so desperate for food that he would change into a cat to run around the town to find food. That one house was warm and the boy, Lance he later found out, was always nice to him when he caught Keith spying nearby. Lance soon started to leave food out for him in the alley by his room. Then he would welcome Keith into his room and even let him sleep when he felt it was too cold.

And now here he is. Standing at a convenient shop, waiting for Lance to walk by so he can follow him to his house and get fed and be warm. He occasionally thought that what he was doing was weird, but it was better than risk sitting at Lance’s window all day and be spotted by the mangy street cats that thought they owned the alley.

Keith could hear people speaking down the usually quiet street and glanced over. At the end of the street were two familiar figures he would see walking with Lance talking to someone in an alley way.

Is he hiding?

Keith continued to look down at the comic in his hands, looking over at Lance’s friends whenever he would hear someone yell.

“Nugget! Please! Let me finish!” A familiar voice yelled out from the group. Lance was there and hiding in the alley for some reason. Or maybe he was standing behind there just to stand there? Over the course of time Keith learned that Lance was a weird one and just reached the point of brushing off everything he did.

Keith put the comic magazine back where he found it.

“You’re not going to buy it?” The shop keeper asked Keith, a hint of irritation in his voice from not making a sale.

“I thought it was a new addition, but I was wrong.” Keith explained. “How much for a soda?”

“$1.50.”

“Ok, I’ll take one.” Keith said as he dug two dollars out of his pocket.

The clerk took his money and handed him his drink and Keith went on his way while Lance and his friends were still distracted.

Keith walked through the maze of alley ways to Lance’s house, his stomach cramping and growling more and more on his way.

That old man needs to learn to feed people better. Who thinks a plate of fries is a meal?!

When he finally reached the alley to Lance’s window, Keith peeked into his bedroom to see if his food source was home or not. The room was dark and empty, with no sign of Lance’s bookbag in the room. He then quickly went to work with preparing for the night as he set his small duffle bag on the ground near some discarded boxes. He unzipped the bag and took off his red jacket and his shoes before stuffing them in the bag. He then sat down and started to focus on changing his form.

Transforming was never easy for Keith to handle. When he was stressed he could do it easily so he could get away from the situation, but at times like now when he wanted to shift just to shift, it always took him longer and a lot of concentration. This was a common thing for the house cat breed. But for Keith it was different. Every newborn of werecat would learn about their abilities from their parents, but in the labs, you are raised by scientist that poke and prod at you instead. Everything Keith knows about his abilities is what he learned from what the scientist and the other kids told him.

When Keith broke out of his stern concentration and opened his eyes, he found that his transformation worked and jumped out of his clothes. Cleaning up now was hard but doable in his cat form. He pulled over his clothes one by one to his bag and once it was all tucked in, he bit at the zipper and closed the bag and hid it away from any of the wondering alley cat inside a box. He jumped up on the boxes and trashcans to reach the window and peeked into the room. Still empty. He sat back on the trashcan and waited.

What the hell? Hurry up you idiot, I’m hungry!

The scent in the air began to change. Keith looked behind him and saw a group of familiar felines heading towards the alley.

Damn it! Not these animals!

Keith started to pace around the trashcan he was standing on, trying to find a place to hide. Then a light turned on near him, signaling him toward safety. Lance was finally in his room but the window wasn’t opened yet.

“Come on idiot! Open the damn window before I get beaten up again!” Keith called out, but it only came out in distressed meows because of his new form.

Keith looked behind him and saw that the group were coming closer to him, a few of them growling at him now. He growled back, trying to stand his ground as much as he could. Keith could fight, but not as well or as nasty as purebred tomcats. Another thing the lab kept him from knowing.

Keith then heard Lance’s window slide open and he instantly ran to jump through it. Jumping through the window was like entering a new world. One that was safe and most importantly to Keith, it was warm. Lance closed the window right away to keep the cold out. Once his paws hit the floor, Keith instantly sat down and started to groom himself to the smell of the tomcats off him.

“Sorry bud, it took me a bit longer to get back home today. I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

Keith paused from grooming himself and looked back at Lance. Not at all. It’s not like I almost got my ass kicked again or anything.

“I bet you’re hungry.” Lance continued as he went over to sit by his bookbag.

Keith finished his grooming as Lance pull out a pet store bag and then dig through that, completely ignoring his ramblings about his day. He then stretched out his front legs and yawned – being hungry always made him angry and tired. He looked at the small potted wheat grass that Lance pulled out his bag and walked up to it.

He understands cats are carnivores, right? I know he’s stupid, but is he really that stupid? Keith thought to himself as he sniffed at the wheat grass, instantly disagreeing with Lance’s suggestion of eating it.

Lance laughed at Keith’s response to the grass. “Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t like it at first. You’re really picky with what you eat. Let me go drain this and I’ll feed you.”

Once alone, Keith looked around the room and soon zeroed in on Lance’s desk when he heard low toned meowing outside the window. He jumped on top of the desk and walked to the edge and leaned over to look out the window. Outside in the alley Keith could see the small group of dirty alley cats sniffing around the area and jumping up on some of the boxes and trashcans that he climbed on earlier. One stray began to sniff at his bag that was hidden away.

Get away from that! I don’t need fleas again! Keith growled as he stared down at the stray.

“Are you already wanting out?” Lance called out, making Keith pull away from the window and hurry over to Lance’s bed so he could eat. “Ok, sorry I asked. Here’s your food.” Lance said as he placed the small can of tuna on the bed before sitting down next to it.

Keith sniffed at the can of tuna before eating. Even though he really wasn’t a big fan of tuna, he figured it was better than starving or eating grass.

“You know, I had a suspicion that you were a werecat for the past couple of weeks now.” Lance spoke out.

What?! Keith froze for a moment, taking in the possibility that he was found out even though he tried his hardest to cover his tracks.

“But then I talked about it with my friends and can see how that would be a crazy thing to think.” Lance finished out, quickly calming Keith’s worries.

Keith went back to eating his food, letting Lance ramble on. Lance usually talked a lot whenever Keith would visit and he eventually just learned to tune him out and let him talk. Lance eventually reached out and started to scratch his head, another thing Keith would let him do even though he thought it was a bit degrading. But then Lance’s hand moved to his ears, that was the line. Keith let out a low growl from his throat, warning Lance to stop. He never liked having his ears touch, especially his cat ears. The feeling was foreign to him and he just didn’t like it.

“Sorry, forgot that you don’t like your ears touched,” Lance said as he backed off and took his hand off Keith all together, letting him finish his food in peace.

Now with a full stomach, Keith’s previous tired feeling took over and all he wanted now was to be warm so he could sleep. The blankets are too cold. He thought to himself as he looked the bed over, unable to find a place to sleep. He would usually crawl under Lance’s blankets and fall asleep, but today was one of the rare days that Lance made his bed that morning and getting under the covers would be harder to do. He then looked over at Lance. I already let him pet me so might as well. Keith then climbed on Lance’s lap and began to knead at one of his legs before curling up. All he could really remember before falling asleep was Lance scratching his back and rambling on about him being his family’s house cat.

Like that would ever happen.

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“I was right,” Lance said as he stared at Keith. “I was right,” Lance repeated with a slight chuckle in his voice. “I was right.” Lance then started to laugh more with his realization. Keith just looked at him in complete confusion.

Did he snap or something?

Lance’s laughing grew louder and louder as he continued to ramble on. “I was right. I was totally right. You’re a werecat. I knew it! I was freaking right! Wait till I tell the guys! They’re going to be so surprise that I was right about this.”

Shit!

Keith quickly jumped from the bed and tackled Lance to cover his mouth before he got any louder. “Shut up before you wake someone!” He snapped in a hushed tone as he pinned Lance to the floor. The two stared at each other for a bit. Lance then broke their eye contact to look down between them and his face started to turn a slight red. Keith looked down at Lance confused and then looked down himself and quickly jumped off and backed into the bed, grabbing the blanket off it and dragging it down to cover himself. “Don’t you dare say a word to anyone about this!”

“But I was right! Oh! By the way, the name’s Lance.” Lance said with his thousand watts smile as he pushed himself up to sit on the floor.

“I know. I’ve heard your mother scream it about a hundred times.” Keith said, unamused and a bit confused with the introduction. “How were you even able to suspect I was a werecat to begin with?”

Lance’s smile fell as he raised an eyebrow. “Really? You left my window open one morning.”

“I thought you would be too stupid to even notice you didn’t leave it open.” Keith was bit surprised that Lance caught onto such a tiny detail. But then again, that was a morning when he first turned human in his sleep and needed out right away before Lance woke up.

Lance frowned. “Did you know that you’re a lot nicer as a cat?”

“I wasn’t being nice. I was trying to stay warm and fed.” Survival was always number one of Keith’s mind. “You seem a lot calmer than other people would be in this situation.”

“Well, I do have a ton of siblings,” Lance said with a shrug. “Had to share a room and a bath a few times.” He then started to get up. “Anyway, what’s your name? Unless you just want me to keep calling you bud.”

“None of your business!” Keith snapped. “Just forget this ever happened! I was never here.”

“But you are here. Sitting in my room. Naked.” Lance smiled.

“Just shut up,” Keith snapped again, growing more frustrated with the situation.

“You want to borrow some pants? Or at least some underwear?”

“There’s a bag in the alley.” Keith said without really thinking.

“What,” Lance asked confused and seriously wondering what he meant.

Shit! Keith always had a bad habit of just blurting out the truth when he was frustrated. “My clothes are in a bag in the alley.” Keith was already feeling low, might as well come clean on the charade and feel even lower.

“You have clothes in the alley?” Lance asked, making sure what he heard was correct.

“Yes! Alright?! Can you just get them and quit asking questions?”

“Hold up!” Lance commanded as he held a finger up at Keith. “I think I deserve to understand what all is going on here. So, from what I can tell, you’ve been coming here to mooch off me and my kindness, and then just get dressed outside and up and leave like I’m some embarrassing one-night-stand?”

“Can I just have my clothes so I can leave?” Keith asked, his frustration boiling over to exhaustion.

“No, you cannot! Because Lance McClain is not some pushover that you can up and leave on!”

Out of all the people in this town, why did I stick to someone like him? Keith rubbed at the growing headache forming at the front of his head. “It’s amazing how you didn’t think like that when I was a cat, but now that I’m human, you think I’m committing a crime,” Keith said in a calm tone. With Lance still raising his voice now and then, Keith thought he might as well try to stay calm so that no one in the house would wake up and find them. “Now, can you please get my clothes for me before you wake someone up and the situation gets worse?”

Lance looked down at Keith from where he stood, still fuming over the fact that he was being used this whole time. But he soon realized that Keith had a point about making the situation worse and decided to let it go and calm down. “On one condition.” If Lance was going to be used again, he was at least going to get something out of it. “Tell me your name.”

“Excuse me?”

“Tell me your name and I’ll get your bag out of the alley.”

“Really? No money for you to stay quiet? No questions about what I am?” The request was a bit confusing and even though it was really a bad one, it still made Keith uncomfortable.

“If you’re coming here for food and shelter, I doubt you have enough money to pay for my silence and we already learn a lot about werecats in school so I don’t really have questions.”

“So, just my name?”

“Tell me your name and I’ll get your bag,” Lance reaffirmed.

“Keith.”

“Keith what,” Lance asked, hoping to get more out of his guest.

“Just Keith,” Keith replied, refusing to give him anymore.

Lance slouched his shoulders and pouted for a bit. “Fine. I’ll get your bag.” He then gave up, accepting his answer and keeping his promise.

Lance walked over to his window and pushed it open, the cold night air smacking him the face. He looked out into the alley and saw a few alley cats sleeping in the boxes that were discarded with the trash. He climbed out of his room through the window, stepping down on a conveniently placed milk crate that was under his window. He walked through the alley and looked around the junk that gathered between his and his neighbor’s home. Lance soon found a small black duffle bag that was tucked away inside a box that had a stray sleeping on top of it. He grabbed the bag and gently pulled it out from under the cat, causing it to wake up some but it was too tired to care about what Lance was doing.

Now with the bag, Lance made his way back to his window and stepped up on the milk crate. “Here you go,” he said as he threw the bag in his room.

“It stinks.” Keith called out from the room.

“Well, you had it hidden with trash and a cat was sleeping on it so what do you think it’ll smell like? Roses?” Lance said as he climbed back in his room, eventually rolling in head first. Lance rubbed his sore head as he sat up, quickly noticing that the bag was still where he threw it. He looked over at his bed and saw that Keith was still sitting there, now wrapped up in the blanket he pulled off the bed, just the top of his head and his eyes being visible. “Aren’t you going to get dressed?”

“Close the window first!” Keith snapped from under the blanket. Lance looked at him confused but soon complied and got up from the floor and closed the window, blocking out the cold. Keith lowered the covers from his face and looked at Lance. “Leave so I can get dressed.”

“Why? I’ve already seen all of you.” Lance said with a smirk, feeling a little proud about what he said.

“Just leave!” Keith snapped. If he was going to leave, he was going to leave with what little dignity he had left.

“Ok fine I’ll go,” Lance said in defense as he started for the door. “Just let me know when you’re done.” He then walked out of his room, closing the door as quietly as he could so he wouldn’t wake anyone up. Right then, all that had just happened hit Lance at once and made him slide to the floor.

He’s a werecat! He’s been following me home and intentionally coming over here! He was naked on my bed! He tackled me naked! I told him so much when he was a cat! I called him cute! I slept with him!

So many realizations were running through Lance’s head that they all started to make him feel dizzy. How will he be able to handle himself if he saw Keith on the street now? Will Keith continue to come over to be fed? Is his life so tough that he might starve now if he stops coming over? Did he have a place to sleep tonight? What if Lance’s room has been his only safe place to sleep for the past few months? With the questions running through Lance’s head, he decided that he couldn’t just let Keith leave without knowing what will happen to him if he did. He had a sleeping bag in his closet that Keith could use that night. And he could just play it off to his parents that he was a friend that spent the night so he can eat breakfast with them in the morning. His parents were understanding people and Hunk would sometimes come over unannounced and stay the night.

Lance got up off the floor and took a deep breath before lightly knocked on his bedroom door. “Hey, are you done?” The room was silent. “I know you’re probably still upset about everything, but if you want you can still stay the night.” The room was still silent. “Hey, did you hear me?” Lance started to open the door, “I said you could stay the night if you wanted to.”

The room was empty and the window was left wide open.

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hellaintthatbad · 6 years

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Tom’s Diner: a klance fanfiction

based on the song Tom’s Diner by Suzanne Vega

link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whbabi7KA-8

I am sitting in the morning

Keith likes the mornings here. They're all quiet but also rushed, everybody either is too tired or too much of in a hurry to even start conversation.

At the diner on the corner

The Altean was a cozy diner, everything was made to be comfortable and yet functional. Due to its placement, two walls were made out of glass and let in sunlight. The window seats were the most favored, even in winter or with bad weather.

The tables were clean and the floor was wiped, stools and booths showing signs of usage and nervous customers and the entire room smelt like coffee and molten chocolate. It was a good smell. I am waiting at the counter

The counter was long and wooden and showed so many signs of usage, they outnumbered the stars. When Keith was bored, he would try to see constellations within them.

The wood polish savored all the little markings for other generations and allowed new ones to join them in the eternal fight against time.

A man on a window seat was sipping on his still steaming coffee while reading a book. Keith tried to read the title inobtrusively, but was too far away. The man looked intrigued though.

For the man to pour the coffee

Another reason why Keith likes this place so much is Shiro.

The guy is taller than him and about five years older, but he treats Keith like a brother, like an equal, and not like a child. He also makes the best coffee in town.

They've met at the diner actually, it was raining heavily and Keith was looking for his cat when he saw her in here, being fed a piece of meat by Shiro. The man had provided both of them with towels and a meal and sat with the boy until the rain stopped. Since then, Keith visited every day, and when the weather was good, Red would join him.

Today was no such day.

And he fills it only halfway

Keith needs his coffee or he becomes a zombie. Everybody who knows him for about a few hours knows that. And today, Keith hasn't had any coffee before came here. It's an emergency for him. And so, when Shiro lowers his mug, which is not even close to being full enough, the boy is enraged.

And before I even argue

Keith sucks in a breath, ready to question him, but he sees a glimmer in Shiro's eyes. That can only mean one thing.

He is looking out the window

Keith follows Shiro's eyes to the window front. As the reason for Shiro's joyful eyes lifts one hand to the doorknob of the diner, the man's whole face lightens up, a grin scrunching up that scar right across his face and making him seem like a puppy that sees a treat.

Keith hopes someone would look at him like that one day.

At somebody coming in

Shiro hurries to finish Keith's coffee (thankfully he hasn't dropped it) and quickly swipes the counter clean, putting cups and mugs in order and leans elegantly on the counter, right in time for them to close the door and turn around.

"It is always nice to see you"

"Hey. The usual?"

Before they can answer, Shiro is already picking up a mug and turns on one of the machines. He works fast and precisely and Keith starts to wonder if he practiced making that particular drink so elegantly like a dancer would practice until their muscles memorize the step.

Says the man behind the counter

Shiro seems to control the coffee machine telepathically because, just as he reaches out for the handle, the machine finishes the drink.

That man knows what he is doing.

To the woman who has come in

Shiro places the mug on the counter, along with a pink donut. "It's on me"

"Shiro, you're going poor if you continue to give me food for free!"

"Matt, for you, I'd even sell Keith to your cousin. I'm serious."

Keith would have protested if Shiro hadn't used his 'big brother in need' look on him.

She is shaking her umbrella

Matt only sighs, followed by a often repeated sentence. "You need an umbrella stand."

And so, because there is no umbrella stand, he reopens the door and shakes his umbrella outside, which is not helping much, because, well, it's raining.

Shiro chuckles and adds a small cookie to the donut.

And I look the other way

Matt gives up and leans the now even wetter umbrella against the glass next to the door.

As he frees himself of his coat, Keith already suspects what is coming and directs his eyes back to the counter, back to his coffee and back to the constellations.

As they are kissing their hellos

Matt gives Shiro not more than a quick peck on the lips before he picks up his donut and guides it towards his mouth.

Shiro however has other plans, he takes his face into his hands and indulges the other's mouth in a kiss, one that says 'I missed you', one that says 'How was your day', one that says 'You are so beautiful', but most importantly, one that says 'I love you'. It was one that would make other people blush and wish they could kiss someone this way.

I'm pretending not to see them

Keith is one of those people who blushes at that kiss.

He is one to wish that they can kiss each other like that forever.

He is one to wish that they kiss like that at their wedding.

He is one to wish that he could kiss someone like that.

He is one to wish that someone will choose him to kiss like that.

And he is not one to call "Get a room!".

And he is not one to stare at them full of jealousy.

And he is not one to destroy their happiness due to his own discomfort.

Instead I pour the milk

A droplet of milk falls on the counter as Keith makes his coffee brown instead of black. The droplet splashes and paints white dots on the wood.

A constellation just became the Milky Way.

I open up the paper

After cleaning up the milk with a handkerchief, Keith is beginning to ask Shiro for a new as he sees that he could as well talk to wall. Shiro is completely engulfed in a conversation with Matt.

So Keith sighs and picks up one of the newspapers that lay at the end of the counter.

There's a story of an actor

Keith turns the pages around without really paying attention to what they say.

Who had died while he was drinking

Alcohol makes people weird. Some people are nicer than usual. Some are more talkative. Some cry and stop for minor things. And some become violent.

Keith's father was one of the latter, so when he wanted to drive while being drunk, Keith hadn't stopped him. Sure, it was morally quizzing for him but the sight of freedom was bigger than the guilt of a dead father who didn't even remember to come to his graduation. He hadn't even apologized.

And so Keith wondered, how had the actor been under the influence of alcohol?

It was no one I had heard of

Keith huffed and turned this page too. Why did he care? He neither has known the man nor was he part of the police of some sort of hobby detective.

But the newspaper had to do its services a bit longer, a quick glance told the boy that Shiro was currently making puppy eyes to make Matt do something Keith didn't even want to know.

And I'm turning to the horoscope

Keith believes in horoscopes as much as he believes in Santa Clause or world peace.

But they're funny to analyze. The most generic shit is thrown together, and somehow, virgo was portrayed very annoying. Whoever wrote these, the despised a certain virgo. They were probably a gemini, they had the best day out of the signs. Stupid bastards.

And looking for the funnies

The comic strip next to the horoscopes is even worse. Some generic stuff with a grimace and no pointe. Virgo's horoscope was better.

And just as Keith lays the paper back to the others, his neck's nerves begin to prickle.

When I'm feeling someone watching me

The feeling strengthens, so the boy removes the hair hanging over his neck, but that doesn't do any better. The feeling wouldn't vanish making him look around frantically, hoping to see what's causing his distress.

And so I raise my head

His inconspicuous 'yo, what's up' gaze tells him nothing, so Keith straightens his back [lmao the only straight thing here] and turns around. This gives him a better look at his surroundings and even the people on the street.

There's a woman on the outside

And as Keith gazes towards the window, he sees a boy, presumably his age.

This boy makes the prickle in Keith's neck go away.

This boy makes laughing seem like the easiest thing on earth.

This boy makes the heaviest storm seem like a slight drizzle.

This boy makes Keith's heart skip a beat.

This boy makes Shiro and Matt's kisses irrelevant.

Looking inside does she see me?

And this magnificent boy is looking right into the diner.

Keith forgets to breath.

No she does not really see me

The boy raises his hand.

Keith's hand twitches, as if it wants to respond to a gesture yet to come.

Cause she sees her own reflection

The boy's hand lands in his chocolate brown hair to fix it. A few strands have left their place and refuse to go back.

And Keith's hand feels numb.

And I'm trying not to notice

And while Shiro is rambling to him about how clever Matt is, Keith can't help but to check Window Boy out. Up and down, from the hair that is just the perfect shade to align the probably south-american skin color over the wide baseball shirt and cargos to the worn down, but still fully-functional boots.

Keith is at awe.

That she's hitching up her skirt

The boy now throws both of his arms over his head in frustration.

Which reveals his tummy, or to be precise, a slim, yet muscular form previously hidden by the wide shirt.

A blush becomes visible on Keith's cheeks.

And while she's straightening her stockings

Window Boy tries again and regains control of his hair. By pulling up his jacket's hood.

Her hair has gotten wet

Now two other kids join Window Boy, both with umbrellas and shouting at him. One his huge and just as tanned, but his hair is a warm shade of black. He could as well be an oversized teddy bear. The other figure is smaller than both of them, slim and constantly pushing their glasses up.

Most Beautiful Person In Existence smiles at them and rushes under the big guy's umbrella. Together, they continue walking down the street.

And just as Keith makes his move to turn around, Window Boy flashes him a smile.

And Keith smiles back.

Oh, this rain, it will continue

Keith couldn't stop thinking about that boy. He must be living in this town but Keith hadn't seen him before. No wonder when barely goes to new places.

Shiro becomes overwhelmed when the number of customers grows drastically thanks to the rain and asks Keith to help him. He has watched the man work long enough to know what to do and what not to do, and even more important, how to take no shit from impatient people and just do his work. And both friends are grateful for it.

Through the morning as I'm listening

Keith works next to Shiro for a few hours and even alone for about twenty minutes so Shiro can eat a sandwich Matt has brought him earlier. The mass of people is now subdued so the boy glazes through the window without much interruption.

Suddenly, Window Boy and his friends come in.

Keith stands up straight, ruffles through his hair and pulls on his shirt collar.

"Hi! What can I get for you guys?"

Teddy Bear mumbles something unintelligible and Glasses waves their hands dismissively, but Window Boy steps up and leans on the counter.

"I want, err, a big latte macchiato with extra sugar and cream, a chocolate donut, and, lemme see, oh, your number."

The smile on his lips is infecting and Keith just has to smile back.

While he's making the coffee, he retorts a simple "Is that all?"

The tan boy looks surprised.

"You are really giving me your number? You don't even know my name!"

"Hey, you asked for it! If you don't want it, not my problem."

"Whoa sorry, I'm just surprised it worked! I thought that maybe you already are with someone or something."

Keith just has to laugh at that. "It's okay, jeez, calm down. Here's your food. It's on me. And now hush, before I get fired or something!"

To the bells of the cathedral

Just after about ten minutes, Keith's phone vibrates.

He unlocks it and sees the text from an unknown number.

Hello diner guy heres lat macc with extra cream n sugar guy! actually the names lance, wanna meet up l8r? im free at 3pm+ <3

Lance. That's a nice name. A nice name for him. And before he changes his mind, Keith types a response.

Hey this is diner guy, better known as Keith. Sure, how about at 4:30, in the park near the uni? There's this ice cream shop that's supposed to be really good. xo

Sure thing fam meet me in ther, gonna find u b4 u kno <3

Keith couldn't stop smiling for hours, even as Shiro questions his sanity and complains about the younger one's humming and non-broodiness, which is very unlike Keith.

Keith doesn't care.

I am thinking of your voice...

After lunchbreak rush, Shiro gives Keith some time to eat something too, but Keith's too anxious to do so. This is his first date in a long time and something just doesn't feel right. It didn't end up good the last time he dated. Or the time before that. Or before that (even though that was in middle school and with a girl). No relationship with Keith, romantic or not, ended up good. He was just waiting for his cat to leave him for good and for Shiro to get annoyed and kick him out of the diner, though their friendship is one of the longest Keith ever had.

And so, driven by doubt and bad experiences, he does what every sane and mature human being would do, he straight up calls Lance to cancel the date.

Every beep feels like someone is kicking his ribs.

And the first sound as Lance picks up the call feels like punch in the face.

Keith hangs up.

He takes a deep breath in.

He raises his phone to smash it on the floor like it's the source of his inner struggle.

And just as he is about to smash it on the floor, the phone rings.

Keith drops it like a hot stone.

But as he sees who is calling, he fiddles it up and presses 'answer' like his life depends on it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Keith, it's me, Lance. You called me? Already missing me, eh?"

"No no no, no wait, I mean yes, no, I mean I'm... I'm sorry Lance, I can't do that. I can't meet up with you."

"What man, why? D'you have to work? I mean, another time is fine.."

"No, it's just that I, I, I'm not made for dating and stuff and you shouldn't bother with me, I mean, you could date anyone, you got the looks for it and you're nice and kind and just plain beautiful, fuck did I say that aloud? And honestly, if this was a dare or something just break it off, tell them you got a date with me, whohoo. Like, I don't want to steal your time and..."

"Keith?"

"Yeah?"

"Stop rambling. It's okay if you don't wanna date. Can we still meet up? As friends? I mean, you seemed like a cool guy, a guy I would be happy to call my friend."

"Yeah, ok. Friends. Seems cool. Thank you. I'll see you later."

"Yeah, see ya!"

Keith hangs up with a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes.

Friends.

He's friends with Lance.

That's good.

And of the midnight picnic

Keith spends the rest of his break drying his eyes and thinking about what could've been if he wouldn't have acted so selfish.

Lance seemed so pumped about it. About them.

Once upon a time before the rain began...

And Keith imagines what they could've been doing if he wouldn't be so selfish.

He imagines meeting Lance's friends.

He imagines Lance meeting his cat.

He imagines Lance and him visiting Shiro and Matt at the diner.

He imagines being as beautiful as them.

He imagines Lance finding out about his parents and not treating him like he's fragile.

He imagines what he and Lance could be doing.

And feeling like Lance deserves better than him being selfish, he calls Lance.

I finish up my coffee

"Keith?"

"Yeah, hi Lance. Look, I'm sorry about earlier, I was overthinking it and it's definitely not right to dismiss your offer without even meeting properly. I'm sorry."

"Oh thank god, I was feeling rather awkward. But Keith, can we sort out the details later, I'm in the middle of a lecture and my prof is probably getting suspicious why I need so long on the toilet. See you later, 'kay buddy?"

"Yeah, see you, have fun in your lecture!"

And before Keith hangs up, he can hear Lance snort and a door opening.

And this feels even better than when Lance asked for his number.

It's time to catch the train

At 4:15, Keith packs up his stuff, well his phone and jacket, and leaves the diner. Shiro, Matt and Allura, one of the diner's owners, who had joined not two hours ago, wish him fun on his date, hoping he would 'use protection, just as a good employee would', even though he's not really employed by a contract and gets payed with free coffee.

He arrives at sharp 4:30, and as he lifts one hand to open the shop's door, a tan, warm one slides into his other. He looks sideways to the owner of said hand and recognizes one of the best smiles in the whole wide world.

"Hi." It comes out almost inaudible, but Lance is close enough to hear what he means.

"Hello pretty boy. Just one thing first, are you from outer space? 'Cause your body is from outta this world."

"Aaand I'm gone. Sorry, but that line just destroyed any trust I had in you as a human being."

Lance just snickers.

"Would free ice cream change your mind? Or maybe a romantic picnic? Or kittens?"

"You had me at ice cream, but I'm always up for kittens."

They both laugh and enter the ice cream shop, still holding hands and feeling as content in each other's presence as if they hadn't just met, as if they were a couple for years, as if nobody could hurt them as long as they were together.

Pidge gags as the two chatter along and giggle to nonsense.

"Hunk, look at that, Lance is quiet for longer than a minute, quick, gimme the camera!"

The bushes don't give the perfect angle, but that's better than nothing.

And as Keith is distracted by a swan, Lance quickly turns around, shows Pidge and Hunk his middle finger.

And when Lance is showing his middle finger to someone, they certainly know that they should leave immediately.

#klance #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mclain #shiro #takashi shirogane #matt #matt holt #pidge #pidge gunderson #hunk #hunk garrett #allura #klance fic #fanfic

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frank-r-t · 6 years

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I came for Voltron and Voltron alone. and that’s pretty much what I got! This time, not a single Big Hero 6 thing! I’m hoping the series and the next con will make up for that.

I’ve got Anthony Daniels’ autograph!!!

I also got my copy of An Adventure in Space and Time signed by David Bradley (William Hartnell/The Doctor) and Claudia Grant (Carole Ann Ford/Susan).

Voltron prints and buttons by @h0lyhandgrenade

Black Lion print by @SushiAtStudio

Little Voltron charms, I don’t know their exact name but they were sold adjacent to Sushi.

Voltron prints on cork background PLUS free PaRappa the Rapper by @mrechoangel

Another Voltron print by @reaperdoodles

Voltron stickers by @winters-shade

(not shown here) Voltron stickers by @stinkyinkyjess

Klance print by @dannygrzlart

Tiny Ramona Flowers button by... Javier Borden, I believe? I’m not sure, but he had a beard and he gave me a free comic called “Super Robot Mayhem”.

Overwatch prints PLUS free Spider-Man by @artistrichardwilliams

And cheesecake. A model of Super Sonico in a bikini. I’m sorry, I had to.

The total sum of these items comes to around £250. And I saw about a dozen Voltron cosplayers on Saturday!

I guess that makes it official: Voltron’s going m a i n s t r e a m !

People kept asking me where I got my badges and shirt from, too. And I’ve got enough stuff to build a shrine! Which I’m probably going to do tomorrow. Now, I must get some... much needed rest.

#mcm comic con #mcmcomiccon #voltron #vld #overwatch #parappa the rapper #ramona flowers #super sonico #doctor who #star wars #mcm birmingham #original post starts here #merch

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coolnonsenseworld · 1 year

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Winter Wondering Part 4/4 THE END

Happy Holidays and thank you SO MUCH for tagging along on the WW journey, I hope it will last and will keep making your days softer!

#klance #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #lance mcclain #laith #winter wonderland zine #winter klance comic #winterwonderingcomic

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naihexiang · 7 years

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I was tagged?

Rules: Answer the 10 questions and tag 8 people

was tagged by my buddy @celancestial, thanks bro!

1. Hulu or Netflix?

netflix!

2. What is your zodiac sign?

virgo!

3. How many language do you speak?

uhhhh i speak english and i’m learning french i guess. i wanna learn more languages, tho!

4. Favourite holiday?

....christmas

5. Current celeb crush?

i don’t....have any?

6. Where was the last place you went on vacation?

probably to blue mountain, this ski village near a giant hill that’s not really a mountain. it was a vacation for me, but not for my sister, who was there because she had dance competition

7. Favourite makeup product?

i don’t really use makeup that much, but i do have his tube of lipstick that’s a really nice blue

8. How do you usually wear your hair?

just loose, makes it easier to hide behind...

9. What is your favourite Christmas song?

uhhhhhh....idk, probably winter wonderland or something

10. A movie that everybody loves but you hate

i....honestly don’t have any strong feelings towards movies. you have movies i either really like or don’t care about. that’s it.

anyways, i’ll be taggin @citric-comics, @janedrakey131, @spaceyswimmer, @klance-satisfies-me, @nana-shiros, @i-d0nt-ex1st, @allura-hime, and @keith-koganyah

have fun

#i was tagged #???

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magiclesson · 7 years

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woo i got tagged in this thing! (its below the cut bc i don’t wanna fill up ur dashs)

i was tagged by midcentury-stardust !

rules: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions

1. coke or pepsi: coke

2. disney or dreamworks: disney!

3. coffee or tea: tea 100% i’m not even allowed to drink coffee bc of my heart condition also coffee is gross

4. books or movies: books for sure

5. windows or mac: MAC i literally can’t use anything other than a macbook

6. dc or marvel: i know nothing about either but my friend sophie is a superhero expert and she says, and i quote “BOTH. IDK PROBABLY DC. DC has had more representation for years while marvel had only just jumped on the bandwagon plus they invented comic superheroess soo” so yeah i agree with what she said

7. x-box or playstation: uhh my childhood was playing tony hawk pro skater 1 so imma go with playstation

8. dragon age or mass effect: i have no idea what either of these are im sorry

9. night owl or early riser: night owl 1000%

10. cards or chess: cards idk how to play chess i feel like im personally dissapointing ron weasley

11. chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

12. vans or converse: converse bc they remind me of the 10th doctor and also i have like 5 pairs

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: idk what any of those words are

14. fluff or angst: fluff!!! i am so soft

15. beach or forest: i live on a literal island so i’d feel bad if i didn’t say beach

16. dogs or cats: cats

17. clear skies or rain: rain i love the rain!! (except i haven’t been loving it recently since we have FLOODS and ppl had to evacuate the town smh)

18. cooking or eating out: i mean eating out if i’m not paying but otherwise cooking

19. spicy food or mild food: mild

20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: CHRISTMAS!

21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: lil too cold

22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be: i’d wanna be a metamorphmagus like tonks omg idk what superpower that would be called tho

23. animation or live action: i mean i’m a voltron stan so i wanna say animation but i love live action too

24. paragon or renegade: idk what that means

25. baths or showers: both but i only really take baths when i’ve recently been to lush bc i love me some bath bombs

26. team cap or team ironman: uhhhh no idea im gonna say cap because hes cute

27. fantasy or sci-fi: bOTH but the doctor who stan in me is telling me to say sci-fi

28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: *rubs hand together*

“nine hundred years of time and space and i've never met anybody who wasn't important” -the eleventh doctor

“this is one corner… of one country, in one continent, on one planet that’s a corner of a galaxy that’s a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying, and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. and there is so much, so much to see.” - the eleventh doctor

“you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.” -ginny weasley

“the soufflé isn’t the soufflé – the soufflé is the recipe.” -clara oswald

29. youtube or netflix: netflix

30. harry potter or percy jackson: harry potter!! i love harry potter

31. when do you feel accomplished: when i finish my schoolwork or complete a cosplay

32. star wars or star trek: star wars

33. paperback books or hardback books: paperback, idk why

34. horror or rom-com: rom com i hate horrors but i also hate rom-coms bc i hate boring hetero romance plots so its a lose-lose

35. tv shows or movies: tv shows

36. favorite animal: i don’t really have one

37. favorite genre of music: my music taste is all over the place tbh

38. least favorite book: well this isn’t my least favourite but i remember being really disappointed with an abundance of katherines bc it was the only john green book i didn’t enjoy

39. favourite season: winter

40. song that’s currently stuck in your head: a song i heard in a klance vine edit idek what it is (also that one song ‘love like you’ from steven universe??? idk if thats what its called like? i’ve never seen steven universe in my life idk how i know all the words to that song)

41. what kind of pyjama’s do you wear: usually just a huge shirt

42. How many existential crises do you have on an average day: about 11

43. If you can only choose one song to be played at your funeral, what would it be: truce by twenty one pilots fdhbfjndn

44. Favourite theme song to a TV show: the voltron theme goes OFF but tbh the yuri on ice theme song is The Best i stan history maker so hard

45. Harry Potter movies or books: books!!!!!!!! for sure

46. You can make your OTP become canon but you’ll forget that tumblr exists: fUCK uhh... you know what i can just use twitter and instagram bye tumblr klance is now canon you’re welcome world

47. What are your favourite flowers? roses

48. would you rather be able to talk to the ocean or the stars? the stars aaaaa

i’m not gonna tag anyone directly but i tag anyone who sees this and wants to do it !

#about me

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