#Shunkeith

[watermelontuesdays]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Hunk/Keith (Voltron), Hunk/Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Hunk/Shiro (Voltron), Hunk/Shay (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt Additional Tags: past Hunk/Shay - Freeform, Secret Relationship, Established Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Moving On, Post-Break Up, Threesome - M/M/M, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, First Time, First Kiss, subtle Dom Shiro vibes, subtle Brat Keith vibes Series: Part 2 of Secrets Summary:

Hunk is having a hard time after his break up with Shay, but Keith helps him through it. And even though Hunk knows Keith is secretly in a relationship with Shiro, he can't help but getting closer. Close enough to admit he's always wanted to try sleeping with a man.

Naturally, the only response to that is to offer for Keith and Shiro to give Hunk the night of his life.

[hemlockdumpling]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hunk/Keith/Shiro (Voltron) Characters: Hunk (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron) Additional Tags: Hunkuary 2022, Polyamory, Nightmares, Night Terrors, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Esteem Issues, Anxiety, Hugs, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing a Bed, Hunk (Voltron)-centric, Love, Boyfriends, Sleepovers, Castle of Lions (Voltron) - Freeform, During Canon, Don’t repost to another site Summary:

After one nightmare too many, Hunk decides to spend the night at Shiro and Keith’s room for a little comfort and tender loving care…

Written for Hunk’s Birthday and the Hunkuary Event.

[hunkshipweek]

🌻 DON’T FORGET: Hunk Ship Week is coming soon!! 🌻

Happening July 8-14 2018!

Prompts:

Day 1 (Jul. 08) - Warmth / Strength

Day 2 (Jul. 09) - Magic / Supernatural

Day 3 (Jul. 10) - Fear / Courage

Day 4 (Jul. 11) - Gentle / Rough

Day 5 (Jul. 12) - Wit / Humour

Day 6 (Jul. 13) - Free Day / AU

Day 7 (Jul. 14) - Sugar / Spice

Guidelines:

Use the tag #hunkshipweek, ALL ships welcome (as long as they involve our fave sunshine boy), no hate or bashing whatsoever, do as little or as much as you like, use proper tags/warnings for any explicit or potentially upsetting content (such as heavy angst, blood, etc), and have fun!

And with all the excitement surrounding season 6, note that content from the new season IS accepted for this week :D

Feel free to ask if you have further questions!

[sunnybimbo]

i definitely didn’t forget tumblr was a thing what

so have this really niche concept that is my shunkeith cowboy+ au

Summary: 

Hunk owns a library in his small town, and is happy to spend the rest of his days caring for it. But then Shiro and Keith tornado into his life, those damned cowboys, and Hunk finds himself flipped over. There's something strange about them, though 

Or, the cowboy/old west AU with a fantastical twist.

Read it on AO3. 

Freshly laid hay crunches beneath Hunk’s boots as he escapes from the borough streets and summer heat, fanning himself with his wide-brimmed hat. He offers a grin and a quick nod to the other townies as he unlocks the library door.

A bundle of wildflowers is plopped at his feet, and he pauses to bow down low to the little town orphan that loves to pretend she’s royalty. He tucks a few of the fuller flowers behind her ears, and tickles her under the chin before he sends her on her way.

The heat is no better inside than out of his cozy little library, but the heavy rays of the sun don’t scratch across his skin like a hot poker any longer, so it’s still a plus in his book.

Oh! Speaking of books. Hunk hurries to gather the few he’d forgotten to put away the night prior. He sets them in their rightful places with a quick round through the few stacks his business boasted, and dusts a few off the groddier shelves. A quick bandage before he finds his duster later.

He makes his way to the front again and props the heavy door open with an oddly shaped rock he’d found years ago. Then, dusting his hands, he heads towards the back to prepare for the lunchtime rush. That is, the few children sent over by their parent to study and/or to stay out of the way of household business.

The door to his office squeals like a piglet that’s hungry for milk when he pushes it open. It pulls a cringe from him, and he picks at his ear as he flops against his desk, shoving aside old papers for a few fresh sheets.

Expired contracts, old deeds, ripped book pages all fall off the edge to tickle his mud-stained boots; things he’d meant to throw out but never got around to. Oops.

He bends to gather them up with a soft sigh, but a familiar knock interrupts the motion. Two raps with the knuckles, then a palm against the wood grain.

From the doorway, almost shy if not for the imposing figure he cut with his scarred nose and barrel-chest, Shiro waves at him. “Good afternoon.”

He’s got a faint smile on his face, like wisps of something larger that had faded to the edges of his lips, and his eyes shine even in the muted sunlight of the backroom that was Hunk’s office. It took Hunk quite a long while not to get too enraptured with them, when they’d first met. Starlight grey, deeper than the oldest pools of time. If he were an artist, he’d probably never need another muse.

“Afternoon, Shirogane!” Hunk chirps, dusting his hands off once again before ushering him in, hurrying to pull the blinds of the tiny window in the corner. He knew how much Shiro loved whatever privacy he could get. Or, well, he assumed he knew, and Shiro never really refuted. “What can I do for you today? Another letter to write?”

“Just returning the book you lent.”

Shiro steps forward, easing the door shut with his foot enough that no one passing could peak in, but keeping it cracked enough that the noise of the outside muffles. Then, it’s only them two.

Under his arm, Shiro’s carefully nestled the book of maps Hunk had offered him.

“Did it help much?” Hunk takes the offered text with a smile, ever present on his face whenever Shiro is around, and sets it on the desk with as much care and deliberation as Shiro had handed it over.

“Helped plenty.” Shiro sweeps his eyes across the office, mostly out of habit. Never knew what lurked in a dusty corner, after all. Then, with as much of a joking tone as Hunk has come to expect from the cowboy, “Maybe I’ll advance to real books soon.”

“These’re real enough.” Hunk hurries to argue in Shiro’s own defense. “But if you ever want to try a new genre, I’m always here.”

Shiro’s faded smile comes back brighter, and Hunk ducks his head down. “I mean, the entire library is at your disposal. Of course.”

“I’ll remember it.” Shiro says, as he always says when Hunk offers. Then, he repeats back in a cheeky tone, “Of course.”

“‘s what I’m here for.” Hunk murmurs, the subtle shimmy of shy fingers tickling across the back of his neck.

Before the silence can stretch the distance between them, Shiro nods his head and moves to tip his hat with his one hand. “Thanks again.”

He waits for Hunk to dazedly lift his hand in a slow wave before he departs. He leaves behind a trail of red sand on the tiny rug Hunk had stuffed in front of the office door, tracked in from the mountains. But it’s nothing a few shakes outside won’t fix. He’s more focused on the color, really.

Sand that vibrant and pure doesn’t exist in the small world that is his hometown. But Hunk wonders if it’s just as wonderfully magical as his imagination supplies— if it smells like fire and burns like ash, or if it’s something more soothing like the waters of a purifying bath.

Not that he’s yearning for travel— no thank you ma’am. He’s entirely too happy with the comfortable routine he’s built over the years, repetitive and calm, and very much so predictable. It’s not in his blood to hop from place to place or never have a comfy bed his own.

Hunk frowns at himself, then. He has no clue where it is that Shirogane disappears to at night. Whether or not he has a bed to snuggle up in when it’s cold and wet and dreary during a late night desert drizzle.

Would it be too hasty to ask him to stay, someday?

Absolutely.

Hunk plops down at the desk again with a soft sigh, pulling his oil lamp out of the drawer rather than drawing the blinds again. He preferred working by ombre lights, anyway.

---

By the drop of night, crows have started pecking at the corners of the roof and mice scratching under the floorboards. Atleast, Hunk chose to believe they were mice.

Shiro hadn’t come back later that day, but Hunk hadn’t much been expecting him to anyway.

He goes through the motions of closing up ‘shop’. He dusts the shelves and pushes the chairs back under their snug little tables, and he subsequently gets frightened to near death when he finds Keith nestled in a corner.

His cut-off, weary yell frightens both the crows and the maybe-mice away, but Keith doesn’t even blink as he looks up from the cookbook in his lap with a muttered, gentle, “Hunk.”

“Keith,” Hunk wheezes, hand over his heart. He’d use a more proper, formal name for the man if he’d been given one, but he settles for what he gets. “You scared the bones outta my body.”

Keith frowns, eyes narrowing half shut as he looks Hunk over— as if a few bones had actually popped out and escaped. After a moment, his expression softens again, and Hunk can only fondly sigh as Keith mumbles a soft, “Pardon.” as apology.

Hunk hooks his sconce on the wall and takes a deep breath to calm his heart. Honestly, he was sure he’d tasted death’s lips moments ago.

“You tryin’ to learn a recipe today?” Hunk asks as he squeezes himself beside his squatter. The wallpaper crinkles behind his back, and he mentally reminds himself to replace it sooner before later.

“No.” Keith says, looking down at the pages. His hands dance across the letters, as if he could pluck every line out if he wanted to and fiddle with them before smoothing them back out to where they belonged. His nails catch at a creased, cat-eared corner, and he thumbs across it with a look that makes Hunk’s gut clench. The feeling reminds him of that one time he’d saw Lance break a bone falling off his roof.

Keith stays silent for so long that Hunk assumes that’s the last he’s going to say until he adds, “The words are smaller here.”

Which is very true, if not a tad cryptic. Most recipes had no need for words over four syllables, which meant less letters for him to trip over, but they were still more competent than most young children’s picture books. When he’d said as much to Keith way back when, he’d taken it without fuss and sat down in the very corner they were near-cuddling in now. He’d poured over it for hours until Hunk had ended up falling asleep in his office.

And, speaking of being a tad cryptic, Hunk had awoken that very next morning with that same book right by the front door, propped up in the perfect angle as to wedge the door shut and keep out stragglers. Hunk had no clue how he’d done it, but Keith had that air about him.

“Need help?”

“This one.” Keith points a grungy finger across the page, squinting at the bold letters. He mouths at the pronunciation, mumbling under his breath until Hunk leans over to see.

“Zucchini.” Hunk nods. “A vegetable. The, uh… long, green one?” He measures the length out with his hands. “I’m sure there’s a picture somewhere around here.”

Keith only grunts, flipping the page. He was more interested in how to say it rather than what it meant.

Hunk buries his smile against his palm, leaning his elbow against a nearby chair leg. He watches Keith trace over the paragraphs fondly, outlined in orange-gold firelight, until he yawns so hard that his jaw cracks.

Neither Keith nor Shirogane knew how to read. Both had come to him, one after the other, to seek out his assistance. He wasn’t sure if they knew the other was coming to him for help, or if they kept it a secret for some reason. But Hunk had put together enough clues to realize they atleast knew of one another.

But, besides that: because neither knew how to read, neither knew how to write. It’s Shirogane that asked him for help with that dilemma, which is how Hunk had taken to writing his letters once in a blue moon, usually while Shiro is skipping through the dictionary like a grade-schooler at lunch time. Really, he didn’t need much help, but Hunk wasn’t about to cut their sessions short, if only to be a bit selfish.

But Hunk was also too nosy not to be curious about the entire spectacle.

“Why’re you tryin’ to learn?” He’d asked Shiro, once. He hadn’t meant it to be rude, but Shiro had winced anyway as he smoothed the crisp collar of his shirt.

He’d gotten that cryptic look on his face he sometimes gets when he’s remembering his past, shrouded in storm clouds that darken his eyes. The kind of look where one side of his mouth dips lower than the other, and his jaw clenched tight. It made his scar stand out a bit more as it scrunched around the bridge.

Shiro had only shrugged a shoulder, though, and mumbled an excuse Hunk couldn’t remember anymore.

When he’d asked Keith, though, Keith looked at him like he was a striped chicken riding a blank cow.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He’d asked in return. “This is the first chance I’ve gotten in a while.”

Maybe he was speaking for the both of them back then, now that Hunk was thinking of it.

It’s on the tip of his tongue, now, to ask about Shirogane. Surely two fastmare riding cattlemen who came into town within three days of one another had to know each other, right? Atleast heard the rumors or otherwise. Hunk’s gut was only rarely wrong about these things.

He doesn’t ask, in the end. He just sits to help Keith pronounce words that have no business being as complicated as they are, cookbook or no.

He huffs as much as he leans over to squint down at one such word in the dark, and it’s that which urges the softest chuckle out of Keith’s lungs and into the static library air.

Hunk feels his heart buckle at the gentle sound, like the first flutters of a baby bird wing. He wants to hear more of it, soft and sweet and— he may be falling too deep too fast.

---

Hunk never went home that night. It’s not a rare occurrence, but it must have happened enough times in a row that his neighbor, best friend, and general troublemaker comes looking for him.

Lance saunters into the library much like a rooster knocked off its perch, before it can bellow out its morning glories, would stalk up to a farm and bite them on the big toe. He slips his way through the shelves, finds Hunk nestled between a globe and a dusty corner, and drops a bag of horse feed at his feet with a sharp bark of, “Rise ‘n shine!”

Hunk doesn’t even get out his shout of surprise fully before Lance has turned heel to open the library doors. The troublemaker.

Hunk gathers his wits as he rubs sleep from his eye and dodges the morning rays that threaten to blind him. He rakes his hair back into a messy bun as he slides his knees under himself, shaking the rest of the tired off with a quick stretch of his arms behind his head.

It’s getting longer now that summer is ending, and with the length comes the coiling curls his hair likes to form. He’s much too busy to be bothered with actual styling, though, so he allows himself to settle for keeping it back and giving it a nice, relaxing, comb-through the next time he finds a water bucket to shower with.

Hunk beams bright despite the rude awakening as he passes Lance, and claps invisible dust off his hands before he gets his day started.

Lance comes to watch him sweep off the front step of the library a few minutes later. When he’s least expecting it, Lance murmurs, “You fuckin’ someone?”

“Lance!” Hunk squeaks, much louder than he means. Those that litter the streets glance over at the commotion, but Hunk rushes back inside before they can stick into his business (as he would surely have, if the positions were mirrored). “What on Earth are you spoutin’ today?”

“You’ve got that walk!” Lance huffs in defense, arms crossing. “And you keep doin’ that thing— brushin’ your hair behind your ear.”

“It’s long.” Hunk stutters, though he does catch himself reaching up to tuck it again. “And I’m not… fuckin’ anyone.”

“Hmph.” Lance hmphs.

“Haven’t in years. You know that.”

“Wouldn’t know, what with ya never comin’ home at decent times, if ever.” Lance lifts his nose in the air, offended like a prissy kitty cat.

“What, you wanna hear my canoodlin’?” Those walls are thinner than your chest hair.” And then, when Lance lets out an embarrassed yelp as he covers his chest, Hunk gives a snicker and punctuates with, “Just teasin’.”

Lance throws a nearby doily at him anyway.

[scientiaclan]

Scared of the Stars

Pairing: Shunkeith (Shiro/Hunk/Keith)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: When the team finally got some downtime after the loss of the Castle of Lions, Hunk reflects on the changes in his life -- and in his relationship with Keith and Shiro, not knowing whether or not that relationship would still be intact after the reveal of the Shiro he had dated (had LOVED) was in fact a clone and not the REAL Shiro.

Art by @fratboyshiro over here. Beta read by @lysanatt Written for @voltronrarepairflashbang

Link to AO3

[shunkeith]

Keith: I have too many boyfriends 

Hunk and Shiro, tearing up: oh no 

Keith: it takes too much time to kiss them all 

Hunk and Shiro, already crying, playing rock-paper- scissors over who gets to kiss keith first: oH NO

[bosstoaster]

oh oh oh!! For 12 days of Christmas how about the shunkeith beekeeper/baker/orchard AU (can we call it the sweet tooth AU cause that seems appropriate) and Hunk getting trapped at the orchard with Shiro and Keith when bad weather closes the country roads, preventing him from getting back to the city :3c

"No state of emergency has been declared yet, but police are advising everyone stay home and off the highways for the next day," the weatherman said, gesturing behind him to the green screened map of the area.  "Especially everywhere west of 70, where we think will get the highest amount of snow.  We had some melt today when we briefly went over freezing, and that's already begun hardening back into ice-"

The TV muted suddenly.  Starting, Hunk turned to frown at Keith.  "Hey!  I was listening to that."

"It's the same as it's been since before dinner," Keith replied.  "Nothing is going to change.  And even if they did suddenly say everything was fine, you wouldn't feel comfortable driving back this late and in these conditions."

Groaning, Hunk scrubbed over his face.  "I know," he admitted.  "I just-  You know how it is."

"You're better off closing the bakery anyway," Keith continued, settling next to Hunk.  "You said so yourself.  There won't be any customers when it's this nasty out."

"We have people who live close enough to walk," Hunk muttered back, but he nodded again.  He'd spent all of dinner talking himself into a storm over if he should chance driving back home from the orchard.  Normally, Hunk didn't even like night driving, and the conditions outside were far worse.  But even if the shop was doing better lately, it was still a blow to have to take days off.  Lance was salaried, so he wouldn't regret the day off, but Hunk still had to pay rent and he had supplies in the fridge that were going to go back if the power was out, and-

Sighing, Keith soothed a hand up and down Hunk's back.  "Hey.  It's okay.  I promise you, you'll be okay.  If you want, when it gets better, we'll drive back with you and help with anything you need.  Alright?  And you said yourself business has been good.  One day off won't hurt."

"But what if it's not just one day?"  Hunk muttered back.

"It's supposed to get up to 40 on Tuesday," Keith reminded.  "And by then, the plows will have gotten through.  We don't get multiple snow days in this area, you know that."

It was true, just-

There was no 'just'.  Hunk was working himself up for nothing.  He couldn't seem to help it.

So he held out his arms, silently asking.  

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Luckily, Keith had never needed words.  He slotted himself against Hunk easily, pulling him down so his head rested on Keith's shoulder.  "You're fine," Keith said.  "Everything is fine.  Lance will thank you for the day off, and once everyone comes out of hibernation on Tuesday, they'll all be craving some holiday treats.  Okay?"

"Okay," Hunk replied.  He wrapped his arms around Keith's waist, pulling him flush.  He was warm and solid, surprisingly sturdy and weighty for being so much smaller.  Like a rock in a rushing river, something to hold onto while he waited out the worst of it.  "Thank you."

Soft, dry lips pressed against Hunk's cheek.  "You're welcome.  More than.  That's what I'm here for.  Besides, it's not all bad, right?"

Hunk smiled into Keith's shirt.  "No, not at all.  I don't mind getting to spend an extra day with you two.  How are the hills for sledding, here?"

"They'd be pretty good if we had a sled," Keith replied, laughing softly.  "Maybe we can improvise something. It'll go easier if you can help me convince Shiro to join in."

Pausing, Hunk picked up his head, lips curled.  "Shiro's not a snow day guy?"

Keith rolled his eyes hard.  "You've heard him bitching about the cold, right?  He spent most of his formative years in LA.  He acts like cold weather is personally out to get him."

Huh.  "I heard him complaining about the cold being bad for the bees," Hunk admitted.  "Not bad for him."

"He's being good for you, probably," Keith replied.  "I bet that breaks down tonight, with how cold it's getting."

Well, the negatives were nothing to sneeze at.  Hunk had a lot of sympathy for Shiro's low tolerance.  He'd grown up on warm beaches, and snow had been a complete novelty the first winter he'd been in the city.  Since then, it was more of a bother.  He'd always wanted to enjoy it more, but it was never nice snow downtown.  Within a couple of hours it was a dirty, speckled, slushy mess.  Here, though, it was downright picturesque.

At least, it had been when it was light out enough to see.  Now, not so much.

As if summoned by their conversation, the backdoor opened.  Shiro stepped through, shaking his head hard to get the snow off his hat.  He had on several layers, including a thick winter coat and the hoodie he'd yet to give back to Hunk.  "Brrr.  Eugh.  Okay, the hives are all wrapped up.  That should help them.  They're all sizable and healthy, so they'd probably be alright."

"Whatever makes you feel better," Keith replied.  "So you don't run out at 2 AM again, and then shove your freezing feet in bed."

Shiro just grinned and pulled off his gloves.  "You're so warm, it's your own fault for being such a good heater.  Officially a no-go on heading back, Hunk?"

Nodding, Hunk picked his head up to watch Shiro undress.  "Yeah, at least tomorrow.  We'll see how it is Tuesday.  I might be able to open for the afternoon."

Once he'd shrugged off his outer gear, Shiro settled on the couch next to Hunk and smoothed up and down his back.  "I'm sorry you have to keep the bakery closed.  You alright?"

Hunk smiled back, squeezing Keith tighter.  "I'm better now."

"Good.  Keith makes for a very good stuffed animal, don't you, babe?"  He leaned over and pressed a quick peck to the top of Keith's head.

The flat look Keith shot back made Hunk laugh, pushing away the last dregs of his worry.

Shiro tugged slightly on Hunk's shoulder, until he turned to look at him properly.  Then he pressed a kiss to Hunk's lips, then under both his eyes, and finally his forehead.  "You're just fine," he told him, low and warm.  "And we're glad to keep you here for another day, even if the reason is unfortunate.  Want hot chocolate?"

Pausing, Hunk considered him.  "What kind?"

"Uh," Shiro blinked, as if confused by the question. "The kind with the little marshmallows in the packet?"

Hunk shivered.  "No.  You still have powdered cocoa from when I made those chocolate muffins?"

Shooting Keith a quick glance, Shiro shrugged.  "I haven't touched it, so I assume so."

"Good."  With that, Hunk finally let go of Keith and stood.  "I'll make hot chocolate."

Shiro's expression fell.  "I can make it," he offered instantly.  "You really don't have to, especially when you're the one upset.  I'll pay attention to it, just give me a few minutes to look up a recipe online, alright?"

Softening, Hunk kissed him back.  "No, I want to."  When Shiro opened his mouth again, Hunk put a finger on his lips, stilling him instantly.  "Seriously.  I want something else to focus on.  Hot cocoa will distract me for at least a few minutes.  Just let me."

"Alright," Shiro allowed, visibly relaxing.  "We still have another bag of the kettle corn you like, too.  We can do a quick movie.  Something holiday, since we're getting all this snow?"

Hunk relaxed further and nodded.  "Yeah, I'd like that.  Can I trust you with a bag of microwave popcorn?"

"I'm not that bad!"  Shiro's bottom lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout.  "You press the button on the machine, I can handle that."

Laughing, Hunk shook his head and stepped into the kitchen.

He had to admit, Hunk adored the set up here.  It might not have all of Hunk's equipment, and the appliances were nearly two decades old.  But everything in here was solid and a little old fashioned, built to withstand the ages.  Everything was made out of warm woods, scratched and dented and well-loved.

Smoothing his hand over the counter, Hunk started to open cabinets to pull out the right supplies, as he began to heat up the milk.

Just by the door, he heard Keith let out a yelp.  "Shiro!"

"What?"

"Your hand is freezing.  Both of them, but literally for one of them."

There was a long pause. "Oh, right."  The clatter of Shiro removing his prosthetic was almost soothing.  It was like hearing someone brush their teeth from the bedroom.  Comfortingly domestic, in a slightly intimate way.  "Better?"

"Still cold, but better."

Shiro wandered into the kitchen next.  Hunk's hoodie gaped loosely on his right side, and he gave a tiny wave with the stump.  At first, he'd been self-conscious of it, but there was only so many times they could sleep in the same bed without it before it became too normal.  With practiced ease, he moved to the pantry and ripped the popcorn packaging open with his teeth.  Then he tossed it into the microwave and it the popcorn setting.  "Ta-da."

Brows up, Hunk smiled. "Don't congratulate yourself yet.  It hasn't cooked yet, it can still burn."

"That was only once."  Despite his playful complaining, Shiro plastered himself to Hunk's back, hooking his chin over a shoulder to watch.  "The cocoa powder stuff is what's in the packets we have?"

"And a lot of sugar," Hunk replied.  "It's better when you can add a little dark chocolate.  I'll bring some next time.  For now, a dash of vanilla and a little nutmeg will do."

Humming, Shiro pressed his nose into Hunk's neck.  There was still a chill to his skin from being outside too long.  "Sounds good to me," Shiro replied.  He didn't move.

Hunk smiled at his pot.  "Are you only here because I'm warm and Keith is complaining?"

"No," Shiro replied, drawing the word out.  "Keith complaining doesn't stop me.  I pick you because I want to snuggle you."  He paused.  "And the oven is warm."

"There it is."

"But mostly because I love you."

Hunk smiled softly, the words churning warmly in his stomach as if he'd already chugged the hot chocolate.  "I love you too."

Shiro pressed a kiss to Hunk's jaw.  "Good.  'Cause coming all the way out here just for sex would be a lot of work on your part."

"I don't just do it for sex," Hunk shot back.  "I also do it for your honey."

Letting out a bark of laughter, Shiro pressed their cheeks together.  "I bet you do.  You want some sugar."

Hunk grinned, turning around to kiss him properly.  "Oh, that's a pretty good one!"

"It's not bad, yeah."  Shiro beamed at him, eyes warm and molten.  But the shrill alarm of the microwave made him jump.  "Oh, right.  That."  He wandered over and pulled it out of the microwave, holding it so the steam could vent.  "If I open the paper part with my teeth, will you be grossed out?"

"I'm a chef, so no.  I taste from the spoon I cook with, sometimes."

Shiro paused.  "You do?  That's kind of gross."  He considered.  "Does that mean we're technically kissing when I eat your food?"

Shrugging, Hunk turned back to the hot chocolate.  "I suppose so.  Does this mean you never taste anything you're cooking?  That explains too much."

Making a soft, wounded noise, Shiro put down the bag so he could get out a bowl, then took hold of one tab with his teeth to yank it open.  "You're very mean.  You seem all nice and sweet but you're secretly ruthless."

Hunk smiled back.  "That's me.  What movie did you guys pick out?"

"Uh-"  Shiro perked, eyes bright.  "Actually, you can help with that.  We've been arguing about this all week.  The Grinch - class animated version or the terrible Jim Carrey abomination?"

"I suspect this question wording might be biased."

Shiro stuck his nose in the air.  "My polling is all completely fact based.  I don't ask leading questions, just make sure you have full knowledge going in."

Considering him, Hunk tapped his finger on the counter.  "Live action.  Just because you're trying to push me."

"Hunk!"  Shiro groaned, dismayed.

"Told you!" Keith's voice floated back, purely smug.

Hunk laughed, openly amused at them both.  With a last check of the cocoa, he poured some into three mugs, and let the rest stay in the pot on the stove.  If they needed more, they could warm it back up.  "Ready?"

"Yeah, ready."  Shiro held up the popcorn as proof.  

Settling in on the couch, with Keith pressed smug and warm in one side, and Shiro a playfully sulking teddy bear on the other, Hunk settled in.

Between the two of them, he really didn't need the hot cocoa to stay warm.

(But that didn't mean he wasn't going to drink it.)

[ravenssamas]

@jamthedingus and I made a new blog! @shunkeith!  check it out!!

[watermelontuesdays]

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hunk/Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Hunk/Keith (Voltron), Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Hunk/Shiro (Voltron), Lance/Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura/Lotor (Voltron), Allura/Matt Holt/Lotor Characters: Hunk (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Canada, Threesome - M/M/M, Throuple, Dating, Emotional Conversations, Communication, First Crush, Pidge is bad at feelings, ace pidge, Demi Pidge, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Top Shiro (Voltron), Bottom Keith (Voltron), Anal Sex, Cuddles, Bottom Shiro (Voltron), Top Keith (Voltron), Blow Jobs, background Allura.Lotor, background Allura/Matt/Lotor, Love Confessions, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Bottom Hunk (Voltron) Series: Part 3 of A Year Of Us Summary:

Hunk, Keith, and Shiro chill out in a secret room, hiding from a heat wave,

[zhe-lazy-fox]

Heith Week 2017

Prompts Day 2 (16/7): Gain/Loss

They are both mourning Shiro’s disappearance, Keith is not handling it well, Hunk is trying his best to be a rock for Keith to lean against. (I am NEVER drawing the paladin armour again, it was HARD!)

Close up:

[butteredonions]

okay multishippers

In the last half hour I have had three separate people come at me with three separate names for this ship.

What is the ship name for Hunk/Shiro/Keith?

Is it 

Husheith Sheithunk Shunkeith or something else????

[sunnybimbo]

at this point i should really just post my entire wip but im holding off as long as i can until i fuckin finish it asjdhasjldhasjld

have more of my shunkeith old west(esque) au because i was feelin soft for it 

Then, completing the cycle, Lance wanders in last. At the end of the week, he hands Hunk another bag of horse feed, kicks his legs up on a desk, and says, "Hunk." and nothing further.

When Hunk glances at him past a stack of books and gets nothing in reply, he playfully rolls his eyes and, in the exact same tone, responds, "Lance."

They have that standoff which is really nothing more than Lance glaring at Hunk's back for nearly five minutes, until Lance gets exasperated and throws his hands up in the air. "You never listen!"

"You didn't say anything!" Hunk shoots back.

Lance opens his mouth to retort, probably with a quip about Hunk's (seemingly) nonexistent love life, when he is interrupted with a very familiar, very polite knock on the doorframe.

Hunk turns with his usual spiel of 'Welcome, how may I help you this fine day' ready on his lips, but it's chased away in the wind and gobbled up by his heart as it leaps into his throat.

Keith stands at the doorway, an absolute surprise mostly because it isn't night, but partly because of the delicate bundle of flowers in his gloved hand. There are maybe five or six stems topped with thick layers of silken petals, each a different shade of color than the last all the way around. If there was ever need of proof that rainbows can be caught, those flowers are all he'd need.

He's dressed to the nines, or atleast as close as Keith can get. His hair is brushed high up in a loose ponytail, off of his neck that's revealed by his collared shirt. His trousers are leather- a stark contrast to the comfortable wool he usually wore (despite the weather), and his boots shined bright.

When he steps in, his face is flushed, but he looks Hunk right in the eye as he offers him the bouquet with a soft, "Here."

Hunk startles, dropping a book or two right on his foot as he hurries to slide them on a table. When Lance snickers in the background, Keith grows even redder, but Hunk hurries to shush him. "These are mine?"

"For you." Keith confirms. The tips of his fingers are rough as they rub against Hunk's, but Hunk's aren't any better so it isn't much of an issue in his book.

Ha, book.

He brings the flowers to his nose. They hardly have a scent- probably just for show more than anything- but there's an earthy tinge just in the background, muted like when Hunk can hear a party going through the night down the street while he studies his books.

"Thank you, Keith." Hunk breathes, fingering the soft tops against his palm. "These are awful lovely."

Keith grunts his acknowledgement, eyes darting to the ever-nosy Lance. Didn't Lance know that was Hunk's job?

"Pardon me for a moment?"

On his way to grab a vase, Hunk bodily grips Lance by his skinny little arm and tugs him to the back. He knows his eyes must be wide and he must look embarrassed, because Lance doesn't immediately tease him and instead placatingly lifts both his hands and pretends to be busy studying an ancient map on the wall that Hunk keeps forgetting to switch out.

Hunk takes the interlude to calm his heart, which is near starting a fire against his ribcage.

"You know, I think I hear Pidgeon calling for me." Lance says, after a few minutes. His grin is wolfish, gleeful at the thought of finally having palpable dirt to gossip about Hunk instead of the other way around. "I'll come back tomorrow."

Lance is out of the office before Hunk can think of something to say, a true testament to how flustered he is, and Keith is soon taking his place not one minute after.

"Your friend said you were about to collapse." Keith says, no small amount of worry evident in his voice. "You want I should go get someone?"

He nervously hovers in the doorway, not unlike a hummingbird hovers over honeysuckle, and it fills Hunk with the most adoring feeling, straight in his gut. It warms him all the way down to his toes and it, for some strange reason, makes him feel like the prettiest person in the country.

"I'm fine. Just a little... surprised. I suppose. Wasn't expectin' this from you."

Keith frowns. His expression darkens a tad, and Hunk's known him just long enough to realize it's disappointment that swirls in his irises. "I can leave, if you'd like. Didn't mean no discomfort."

"No discomfort caused." Hunk rubs his sweaty palms on his trousers and stands up straighter. "I appreciate them an immense amount, actually. Thank you."

Keith hovers again, and if he were able to he'd probably be buzzing louder than a wasp in a half-destroyed nest. He steps forward- not exactly in Hunk's space, and holds his hand out to gather Hunk's, pressing a kiss against the back of his palm.

It pulls a soft giggle from Hunk, half because Keith's glove tickles his skin but mostly because of how this feels like a fairytale. Keith flushes in response, pretty and pink, and he soon after leaves with a gentle incline of his head and a soft grunt as he mounts his horse.

---

Sometime when the heat lifts to something more bearable, signifying the beginning of autumn's kiss upon the earth, Shiro comes to visit him. It's a slow day- a Sunday, which was always slow- and Shiro seems to know this because he fits his fingers between Hunk's, pressing their palms together, and asks him to spend the day together.

Hunk doesn't know how he lets these cowboys startle him so much just with their words, but the offer does nonetheless. He sets down the duster he was using to clear the podiums here and there, scratching at the stubble he'd meant to shave off that morning. "Now?"

"If that's alright with you." Shiro affirms. His eyes, grey like the stars, sparkle in the morning light, playfully if Hunk squints. "I've hardly spent a moment with you, even when you help me with my letters."

"I'd've thought you'd be gettin' tired of me by now." Hunk laughs, shyly. "I don't have anything planned today. Wouldn't mind spendin' the day with you a bit."

They don't head anywhere special, really. Shiro admits that he hadn't planned this far ahead in his mind, something so uncharacteristic of him that Hunk is oddly flattered.

So, with no prior commitments needing his attention, Hunk leads Shiro to a small pasture off to the north. It was the lowest point in the entire valley, always dewy as if the sun never reached deep enough to make the water turn to mist, and cows rarely wandered up far enough to leave any cowpies.

Perfect for lazing about, in Hunk's book. 

He'd thought ahead enough to bring a gingham blanket for them to sit on, but he bemoans not having thought to bring lunch. "We coulda had a full-on picnic!"

Shiro sits beside Hunk, the latter flopping to the ground like a boneless babe. He watches him for a soft moment, long eyelashes glittering in the light. Hunk didn't know he'd ever be enamored by eyelashes, but here he is.

"I'll give you more warning next time." Shiro hums, legs crossing. "If you'd like."

Butterflies dance over their heads, brilliant orange as if they'd been painted by fairies with the deepest vat of gold paints. It doesn't distract Hunk, per se, but the colors catch his eye enough that he misses the longing look Shiro offers him in the moment.

He mulls over the words, obviously teasing, and Shiro bashfully brushes a few blades of grass from their shared space.

Shiro takes the brief respite to get comfortable, unstrapping his holster to toss it out of the way. A gust of wind sends a shiver through his bones, and he hurries to pull the scarf from his neck to instead cover his nose- which was reddening from the cool.

"I'd like that, Shirogane." Hunk says, eventually. His fingers crawl across the blanket, purposefully looking off into the distance. A last means of defense, in case of sudden rejection.

Shiro's hand covers his, not quite bigger than Hunk's own but marginally more confident as he slides himself closer until they're hip to hip.

They sit out there for longer than they probably should have- enough that the sun disappears behind the highest mountain and bathes them in shadows even though it's closer to noon than it is midnight- doing nothing more than talk.

After it all, Hunk doesn't even remember what they say, but he remembers intensely the way his heart swelled and his cheeks ached with how much he smiled.

[bimmykimmy]

ot3 tbh

[ace-pidge]

So @j-j-leroy, @blacklionshiro and I were talking and it kinda turned into a sheithunk au so I figured I’d share it with you guys! Basically it’s just an excuse for cute fluff :’))

Hunk is the night guard at a local observatory. He’s a huge space nerd so he loves his job, even though it means weird hours. His boss Coran is fairly lax so he’s allowed to play with the cool telescope sometimes, as long as he doesn’t damage anything and he leaves everything exactly as he found it

There’s also a feral cat who hangs around the observatory. Hunk likes feeding her little bits of his food, and in return he’s the only person allowed to pet her

Hunk starts inviting his boyfriends Shiro and Keith (who are equally huge space nerds) to come hang out with him sometimes during his shift. *Technically* he shouldn’t be letting them on the premises but Coran turns a blind eye (he kinda has a soft spot for the boys and he loves their enthusiasm for space)

Shiro and Keith have day jobs so they can’t come to the observatory very often, but whenever they do the three of them have the best time just stargazing and playing with the cool telescope and nerding out over the stars and planets. Space is so huge, every night there’s something new to look at, so they never get tired 

Shiro brings food for Hunk to help him pass the time during his shift (even tho he packs his own meals lol, Shiro just likes spoiling him). Keith is the one who makes the food tho because Shiro is a menace in the kitchen, but Shiro helps and he always gets so happy to present the treats to Hunk

They also... sometimes end up making out in Hunk’s break room (it has a very comfy couch)

Anyway cue one night while Hunk is alone the observatory cat comes wandering in and lo! She’s carrying a kitten! Hunk is immediately smitten, and when the cat presents the kitten to him, clearly showing it off, he can’t help but tear up. She drops it at his feet and then runs back out and she comes back with another kitten! All told there are 3 of them. Hunk is highkey melting over the cute. Hunk wants to adopt them of course, and sends photos to Keith and Shiro, who also melt at how adorable they are

There’s honestly no real point to this post lol I just wanted to share the visual of a sheithunk observatory au + KITTENS! BECAUSE IMAGINE HOW TINY THE FLUFFBALLS WOULD BE IN HUNK OR SHIRO’S HANDS!

And yes they do end up adopting the kittens and they name them Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka after the 3 stars in Orion’s belt (because of course), which more often than not get abbreviated to Nita, Nila and Taka :’))

[shunkeith]

hello, yes I am very stressed university student so can I please have some shunkeith comfort? Maybe Hunk is upset/anxious/stressed (my precious boy) and shiro and keith give him cuddles to make him feel better? When you nhave the time, of course, i don't want to be a bother ^^

anything for u tanya c’: i hope this is okay!

A balled up scrap of paper shot past the overflowing trash can, but Hunk was too focused on actually getting this draft done rather than the cleanliness of his workstation. Which… was very unlike him.

Keith looks up from his books for the millionth time that hour at the noise, and he has to blow a piece of hair from his eyes in order to focus on the tense, curled up form that was Hunk at his desk.

The two of them were doing their schoolwork together— not because they had the same classes, but because they generally could keep one another on task and focused until they were finished.

Shiro, for once, had nothing else to work on with them, and so had chosen instead to nap until they woke him up to go out for a night on the town. (‘Night on the town’ meaning a walk through the park, and maybe buying a snack or two from a street vendor while they held hands and canoodled). He was curled up behind Keith on the bed, a firm, knocked out barrier between him and the plaster wall.

Hunk gnawed on the end of his pencil, engraving it with his teeth. His fingers tangled in his bangs, and he gripped them so tightly that Keith was sure he’d give himself a few bald spots if he kept it up.

“You okay?”

The engineering student jerked forward, startled from his own thoughts. He glanced over his shoulder to Keith, who had shut his book and began climbing off the bed. He wore a black hoodie that Hunk faintly recognized to be his own, and he had most of his hair tied back in a ponytail that did little to keep his hair out of his face.

Hunk leaned back in his chair and Keith loomed over him, casting a shadow across his eyes. “I’m… good. Fine.” He said, just a touch irritated. “Just gotta plan this stupid machine out so that I can actually start working on it before I—” He sighed again. “Fail, or something. I dunno.”

Keith frowned, and Hunk pointedly looked away, back at his work. “I’m fine. Go back to studying.”

Fortunately for Keith, he didn’t really need to study. He mostly did it to spend extra time with his boyfriends. And so, instead of ambling back towards the bed and leaving Hunk to needlessly stress, he pulled the pencil from Hunk’s mouth and tossed it in the trashcan behind him.

“You need a break.”

“Keith.” Hunk pinched the bridge of his nose, and Keith could tell that he was this close to crying by the way his eyes wrinkled in the corners and his fingers trembled. “I really need to get this done today, or else I’ll never pick up my thought process again. And then I’ll have to start all over, and that’s hours of work just gone down the drain.”

Keith crossed his arms, leaning over to look down at the paper that was stressing Hunk out so much. It looked like it started as a basic layout for an engine, with a few notes here and there to adapt it for different vehicles, but most of it had been angrily scribbled out with thick black X’s, and half of it was torn and probably in the trash.

He hooked his hands against the back of the office chair and pulled Hunk out of his desk. “You need a break.” He repeated. “You know how you get when you’re stressed out.”

Before Hunk could protest and try to drag himself back towards his work, Keith whistled sharply, startling Shiro awake.

Shiro jerked up, and Keith offered him an apologetic wince. “Sorry. Can you help me with Hunk?”

Hunk groaned, burying his hands in his palms. “I’m fine, guys. Go back to sleep, Shiro.”

Shiro only needed to take one look at Hunk’s face, though, to figure out what was more important. He rubbed sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand and rolled off the bed in order to pull the covers back. Keith, in the meanwhile, gathered all the trash and stuffed it in the trash and out of sight before he shooed Hunk from his chair and onto the bed.

“What’s going on?” Shiro asked, voice thick with sleep before he cleared his throat. “Did something happen?” He pulled Hunk onto the bed, and the latter reluctantly went, only with a bit of gentle prodding from both of his boyfriends.

“Nothing happened.” He grumbled, and Shiro opened both of his arms to offer a warm hug. Hunk took it, burying his face against Shiro’s shoulder.

Keith climbed in behind Hunk, grabbing the blankets to swathe them completely until they were in a comfy cocoon of duvets and snuggles. He pressed himself snug against Hunk’s back, wrapping his arms around his middle from behind in order to squeeze him in a firm, grounding hug. He didn’t need to look at his face to realize that he was probably crying by now, but Shiro was probably gonna be soaked by the end of it.

Shiro didn’t complain at all. He was probably more asleep than awake, honestly, but he played his role perfectly. He gently shushed Hunk and let his fingers rake through his hair, gently pulling out the tangles Hunk had left there.

“It’s gonna be okay, Hunk.” Shiro promised. “I’ll help you study, after this.”

Hunk mumbled something that Keith couldn’t catch, but Shiro began to laugh.

“You’re not gonna fail, babe. You’re too good at this, and I’m sure your professor knows it too.” He yawned, burying his face against the crown of Hunk’s head to press a kiss against it. “Just take a breather for a second, okay?”

Keith felt Hunk nod, and he silently let out a relieved sigh.

Shiro was much better at comforting Hunk with words than Keith was, even when he was half-asleep, and Keith was ever so grateful for that. He reached over Hunk to find Shiro’s hand, squeezing it tight.

Keith pressed forward to place a kiss against the curve of Hunk’s shoulder, and Hunk relaxed even more. Like this, Keith could freely bury his face against Hunk’s back and listen to his heartbeat from there, and how it began to slow down from its panicked state, to a calmer, steady beat.

Keith and Shiro had full faith in Hunk’s abilities, and they knew that Hunk did, too. He just got too wrapped up in his mind sometimes, was all.

Lucky for him, he always had two people who would be there to step in and pull him back, and to welcome him with a big hug and a nice, comfy bed. He’d be just fine.

[bosstoaster]

Happy birthday to @ace-pidge!  I believe someone ordered some Shunkeith with a side of domesticity.  What better way to celebrate than with the AU you helped me hammer out?

Enjoy!

“You’re in a good mood,” Lance commented, leaning forward against the counter.  The spray bottle and washcloth to clean off the work surface were sitting out, but a few crumbs still littered the space near the till.  Apparently, Hunk’s attitude was more entertaining than wiping up.  “Something up?”

Hunk hummed noncommittally as he passed behind Lance, packing up some of the leftovers from the display.  It was ten minutes till the bakery closed, anyway.  If they got another customer in that amount of time, Hunk would happily pull them back out, but it wasn’t likely at this point.  

Watching him in open amusement, Lance poured himself a coffee.  “Hm, lemme guess.  It’s Saturday, which means we have tomorrow off.  And that means you have time to drive all the way out of town, don’t you?”

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“Guilty,” Hunk replied easily, in far too good a mood to let Lance’s teasing bother him.  “I was promised a meal I don’t have to cook.”

Immediately, Lance stilled, eyes wide.  “Okay, that’s a nice thought, but last time Shiro brought you lunch, you had me eat it.”

Color stained over Hunk’s cheeks.  “I’d already had something to eat that day.”

“Yeah, for breakfast.  He managed to burn soup, Hunk.  Soup.”

“Keith’s the one cooking,” Hunk finally admitted. “Or, at least, I assume so.  I left him a couple of recipes.  And I’m bringing dessert, so worse comes to worse we’ll have something to eat.  I appreciate that Shiro tries, anyway.”

Lance rolled his eyes.  “Not enough to eat it.”

“You ate all of it,” Hunk pointed out, putting a lid on the cardboard to-go box full of pastries and scones.  “Can’t have been that bad.”

“I just added salt until I couldn’t taste the burning,” Lance offered.  “It was definitely that bad, though.”

Hunk nodded, nose crinkled.  His boyfriends tried so hard, and Keith was really coming along.  But neither of them really had a passion for cooking and baking the way Hunk did.

Honestly, Hunk appreciated the effort they put in.  Despite their lack of personal interest, they started to learn because they knew Hunk loved it.  Keith was damn good at prepping ingredients, and Shiro had at least developed a vocabulary to match Hunk’s (mostly from watching cooking shows on youtube).

They wanted to encourage Hunk’s passions, so they kept trying.

The happy mood came bubbling back, until Hunk’s feet felt like they were barely touching the ground.  He moves to the few tables they managed to fit in their little shop, wiping off the tables and turning over the chairs.  Apparently giving up on teasing, Lance finally wiped down the counter and worked on prepping for Monday morning.

At 6 PM on the dot, Lance marched over to the door and flipped the sign to closed.  “Go on and head out.”

“Hm?”  Hunk looked over, brow furrowed.  “Not yet.  I still need to wash off the baking sheets and bowls.  I’ll be out soon.”

“No, you’ll be out now.”  Lance tugged on the strings of Hunk’s apron, with the casual disregard for personal space that came from being childhood friends.  “Go have dinner with your boyfriends.  You don’t get to see them enough as is.  I can wash the bowls up.”

Eyes widening, Hunk bit his bottom lip.  “You really don’t have to do that.”  Even as he said it, he pulled off his apron, folding it over his arm.  “It takes long enough for two people.”

Lance scoffed and waved him off.  “It’s one night and I don’t have plans.  Just remember this at New Year’s when you’re drawing up my salary.”  He grinned, nudging Hunk with his elbow.

“How about I give you a day off soon?”

“I’ll take that too.”

Hunk finally gave in, pulling Lance in for a tight squeeze.  “Thank you so much, man.  Just let me know what day you need off.”  He hooked his apron on it’s spot next to the coffee machine and picked up his box of goodies, practically bouncing with each step.

Lance smiled back, watching him with open amusement.  “Yeah, yeah.  Go on, lover boy.  You’re too much for my single heart to take.”

“It’ll come if you stop trying to force it,” Hunk pointed out, for the thousandth time.  Lance ignored it just as habitually.  “Alright, I’ll see you Monday.”

Waving him off, Lance turned off the front lights, then rolled up his sleeves as he headed back into the kitchen.  Grabbing his jacket, Hunk stepped out into the sunshine.

One of the benefits of owning a bakery was that peak hours started and ended early.  At first, Hunk had gamely kept the store open later, and they still bothered on holiday weekends.  But it just wasn’t worth keeping the lights on and paying Lance to work those late hours, so Hunk had learned to close up Bread and Butter a little earlier.

Plus, it meant he got home plenty early to have a nice, relaxed dinner and get to bed at a decent time.  

Well, at least, that was the plan on some days.  Not today.

Beaming, Hunk pulled out of his parking spot and headed for the highway.

***

Marmora Orchards was located just under an hour outside of town.  Keith had assured Hunk on several occasions that it was really a 40 minute drive, and he suspected that Shiro had made it in slightly over 30 minutes at least once.  Unlike the both of them, though, Hunk thought speed limits were mostly meant to be obeyed.  He’d never been in an accident and never gotten a ticket, and he didn’t plan on changing that.

Even if the idea of getting to the orchard that much faster was very tempting.

When Hunk pulled in, the sun was just starting to dip past the treeline.  He grabbed his box of goodies and took a deep breath, simply enjoying.

It was nice to be outside of the city.  Honestly, Hunk knew that if he asked, Keith and Shiro would happily come out to him.  They did often enough, and their schedules were just more flexible.

But Hunk loved being out here.  The clear sky, the lush trees, the floral scents in the air.  All of it was so much more relaxing than the constant movement and noise of a city.

Part of Hunk was quietly wondering how feasible it was to move out here and commute to work.  Probably not very.  He started his day too early to have to drive an extra hour each way, and it wasn’t like Hunk could afford to keep the store closed more than he already did.

Still, one day.  Maybe.  Assuming everything stayed on course.

Hunk gave the heavy oak door a cursory knock before he let himself in.  Already, he could hear the sound of unfamiliar voices, and experience let him know that Keith was listening to podcasts as he worked.  “Hello,” he called, stepping inside.  

“Hey!”  The podcast shut off, and Keith trotted into the hallway before Hunk could finish taking off his shoes.  Keith held out his hands, taking the pastry box, then went up on his tiptoes to greet Hunk with a kiss.  “How was the drive?”

“Quiet,” Hunk replied.  “I saw at least two people pulled over though.”  He arched a pointed brow at Keith.

Snorting, Keith kissed him again, cutting off the familiar bickering before it could start.  “Glad to hear it.   C���mon in, you can supervise my cooking if you want.  So far nothing’s gone wrong.  I think.”

Hunk smiled down at him, overcome by a rush of fondness.  Keith’s hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, several strands curling up messily as they pulled free of the hair tie.  Judging by the size and ratty state of his shirt, it was probably one of Shiro’s surprisingly numerous band t-shirts.  Hunk had yet to recognize a single logo, but when pressed, Shiro had been able to pull out actual CDs of every one of them, so he was forced to admit they weren’t jokes.  There was a splatter of something on his cheek, so Hunk raised his thumb to wipe it off and taste it.  Tomato sauce, it seemed.

Blinking at him, Keith crinkled his nose and tried to look down at his cheeks.  “Was there something on my face?”

“Not anymore.”  Pressing a final kiss to the top of his head, Hunk nodded upstairs.  “You both in for the night?”

“I am.  Shiro was still out, last I checked.”  Keith pulled out his phone and shot off a quick text.

The jacket draped over the back of one of the living room chairs gave a suspiciously timed buzz.

Groaning, Keith dug until the pocket and pulled out Shiro’s phone.  “Damn.  Hey, before you get those shoes off, you mind going out back and pulling him from his babies?  If he doesn’t have his phone, he’s definitely lost track of time.”

Hunk nodded agreeably, shoving his heel back into his shoe.  “Alright, sure.”  He shot Keith a soft smile.  “You’ll be okay unsupervised for a few minutes more?”

“I’ll manage.”  Keith rolled his eyes, but he grinned.  “Or, if I don’t, you’ll be able to hold it over my head all night long.”

Huffing out his amusement, Hunk stepped through the hallway.  “I’ll take your word on it.  Be back in a few.”  Opening the door to the back of the house, he slipped out and into the fields.

Luckily, Shiro’s section of the field wasn’t too far back.  Marmora Orchard was several acres of land, dotted with apple trees and blueberry bushes, and walking the whole way took nearly twenty minutes without interruption.  But Hunk could already see the human figure wandering from box to box on the top of the hill.

As he got closer, Hunk pulled his jacket closed and zipped it up, then pulled out the hood.  On the wind, he could hear Shiro’s voice as he talked to himself, and the low buzzing of his bees.

“Now where is- there she is.  Hello, Your Majesty.  Careful there, don’t want you getting hurt.  I think your hive wouldn’t be too happy with me, then, would they, Aeryn?”  Shiro continued to chatter as he opened the frames of his bee boxes, brushing the creatures away casually, as if they weren’t perfectly capable of turning into a buzzing swarm of pain.  He wore his obnoxiously bright pink gloves and the white mesh hat, but otherwise he was just in a pair of jeans and a familiar hoodie.

One that Hunk had left behind, last time.

He’d be upset, but it was hard to be mad, watching Shiro.  He was just so peaceful out here with his bees, soaking up the last of the warm weather.  

“If I get that back and it’s sticky from honey, I’m not going to be happy,” Hunk called, smiling softly.

Shiro started slightly, then carefully put the frame back as he waved.  “Sorry, I was wearing this one and forgot to switch out before I went to work.  I’ll wash it.”

Remaining a safe distance away, Hunk watched as Shiro closed the box back up and carefully checked himself for clinging bees.  Then he pulled off the mesh hat and headed over at a jog.  Hunk held out his arms in greeting, and he beamed as Shiro grabbed him in a warm hug.

“And why were you wearing my hoodie in the first place?” Hunk asked teasingly.

Shiro pulled back and cupped Hunk’s jaw.  “Because it smells like you, and we miss you when you’re gone all week.”  With that, he leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss.

Eyes closed, Hunk leaned gratefully into the kiss, his lips curled up in a smile.  He missed them too, and he knew they felt his absence when he was gone.

But it was really nice to hear anyway.

“Well, if you’d had your jacket, you would have known when we texted you to come in,” Hunk teased, his hands finding Shiro’s hips.  

Shiro paused, eyes wide, then patted over his pockets.  “Oh.  Oh!  Sorry.  Yeah, I lost track, or else I would have been there to greet you.” He gave Hunk another peck.  “Though, while you’re out here, you want to give the bees another go?”

Biting his bottom lip, Hunk considered.  Honestly, the entire idea of interacting with the hives still made him deeply nervous.  He loved the honey Shiro’s bees produced, and they’d elevated some of Hunk’s recipes in a way that had local foodie blogs handing out glowing reviews.

But they were still insects and they still made that awful buzzing noise and they would still hurt if Hunk startled them, and when he got nervous he started to jerk his hands around or bounce on his feet, which would only annoy the bees, which would make Hunk even more nervous-

On and on.

Sighing, Shiro kissed between Hunk’s brows, soothing away the growing wrinkle.  “Hey, it’s fine, you don’t have to.  I just thought you might want to try.  If you want a bee box on your roof for easy access, you’re going to need to be more comfortable with them.”

Hunk nodded, lips still pressed thin.  “Lance said he’ll look after them,” he pointed out, but it was a weak argument.  The bees were living creatures, and Hunk needed to be comfortable keeping an eye on them if they were going to be staying on the roof of his bakery.  He could already hear the reviews and imagine the business he’d get from having honey produced on site, and it would make it simple to sell Shiro’s jars from the counter.

But-

Not today.

“Maybe in the morning?” Hunk offered, by way of compromise.  “Right now, I really want to go have dinner and cuddle with my boyfriends.”

Shiro’s expression immediately softened.  “I do too.” He pressed their foreheads together, then finally pulled back and offered his hand.  Hunk took it eagerly as they walked down the hill back to the house.

As soon as they stepped in through the door, Shiro took a deep breath and beamed.  “Smells great, Keith.  You sure you didn’t sneak out to a restaurant and order take-out?”

Pausing, Keith turned around and arched a brow.  “Is that a compliment to my cooking or an insult to my honor?”

“Definitely a compliment.”  Shiro stepped out of his shoes and walked up behind Keith, resting his chin on the top of his head.  He reached out, probably to get some of the sauce on his finger, but Keith smacked his hand with the spoon.  “Ow!  Hot!”

“You were about to poke the stove, don’t complain to me about hot.”

Shiro grumbled disagreeably, and brought his hand to his mouth where Keith had hit.  He licked up the splatter of sauce, then beamed.  “Oh, it tastes great too.  Good job.”  Then he dropped a kiss on top of Keith’s head.

“Yeah, it’s pretty good,” Keith agreed, pride clear in his tone.  He turned and offered the spoon to Hunk.  “Did I do your recipe justice?”

Stepping over, Hunk took the tip of the spoon in his mouth, then beamed.  “Perfect!  You did a great job with the spices.  Tasty and with a kick, but not overpowering.”

Keith’s smile grew, his eyes crinkling along the edges.  “Yeah?  Good to hear.  Should be just about done, then.  Set the table for me?”

“Sure thing.”  Shiro gave him another kiss on the cheek, right under his eye, downright radiating pride.  He reached over Keith to take a handful of plates, then moved so Hunk could follow after with cups.

As Shiro started to set the table, he spotted the to-go box resting in the center.  “Oh, hey.  We were supposed to be cooking.  Or, Keith, was.  I chopped some onions, which almost counts.”

“That counts,” Hunk assured him.  “And those were just the usual leftovers from the end of the day.  They’ll go stale just sitting around in the display, so I might as well bring them.”

Shiro hummed dubiously, but he still popped the cardboard top to peer inside.  “Oh, you have the lavender and honey cookies!”

“Made from wildflower honey I bought from a strange man wandering around in a field,” Hunk offered, grinning.

Beaming back, Shiro started to reach for one, then groaned and pulled his hand back. “I shouldn’t have looked,” he bemoaned.  “It’s so tempting.  Your cookies are too good, Hunk.”

“I know.”  Hunk chuckled, going back to placing the cups by each plate.  “You want water?”

“I’ve got it,” Shiro replied.  “I need to get out wine glasses, too.  Dr. Holt recommended a bottle last time I was over, and this is as good a time to open it as any.”

Keith looked over from the stove.  “How’s work coming on the new box?”

“Slow,” Shiro replied.  “Which, really, I can’t blame them.  Pidge and Matt are so in demand, and I can’t pay what the big tech companies do for their time, but they won’t let me take it over.”

“They like helping you out,” Keith offered.  “Besides, you don’t need another yet anyway.”

Shiro hummed and disappeared down the hallway.  A minute later he came back with a wine bottle and a corkscrew.  “I know.  But Janeway’s hive is starting to get pretty big.  One of these days they’re going to split, and I want to be ready to go.”

“I could help build it, if you want,” Hunk offered.  “I know I don’t do as much engineering these days, but I can probably be trusted with hammers and nails.”

Blinking, Shiro perked.  “That’d be nice, actually.  I don’t think they’ll let go of their project, but we could get one of the standard models and build it ourselves.  Save the high tech one for later.”  He gave Hunk a significant smile.

Hunk colored under the look and ducked his head.  Honestly, he needed to decide one way or another  Shiro hadn’t pushed him to make a choice, and he had told Hunk time and again that if he wasn’t comfortable, that was totally fine.  But it was such a good opportunity, so Hunk kept dangling Shiro along with maybes.

He’d decide soon. Just not tonight.

Instead, he moved to the cupboard and pulled out wine glasses, offering each to be filled, then settling them next to the water.  “It’d be a fun project.  I don’t have time to build much anymore.  I’ve missed it.”

“Sure,” Shiro replied, accepting the topic being brushed off without so much as a blink.  “Maybe one weekend you can take a Saturday and we’ll just take our time putting it together.”

Chest warm, Hunk imagined pressing together to read those tiny sheets of instructions, the last hints of warm, summer sun beating down on them.  Building together while watching Keith tend to his trees, maybe starting to pick the first few apples of the harvest.

It sounded perfect.

“I’ll let you know when,” Hunk replied, smiling.  “If I can’t manage to take off, I’ll let you know.”

“Sounds good.”  Shiro kissed his cheek easily.  “Worse comes to worse, I can drive the truck out to you, and we can spend one of your Sundays working at it.”

And miss the sunshine and Keith and the harvest?

That was the reality of Hunk’s schedule, and he appreciated them being flexible around it.  But that didn’t mean Hunk liked it.

“Alright,” Keith called.  “Ready to eat?”

Shiro snatched his hand away from the dessert box.  “Yes, please!”  He picked up his plate to go serve himself.  “Whatever you want, Hunk.  Remember that.”  He gave Hunk’s shoulder a quick, warm squeeze as he passed.

Hunk wanted-

Hunk wanted a lot of things, if he was being honest.  But mostly he wanted more nights like this, with good food and loved ones.  He wanted to not be so far away from his lovers, so the creeping thought of ‘do they really need me?’ would stop crawling up after a few days of being apart.

But right now?

Right now Hunk just wanted dinner and to kiss his boyfriends.

That, he could have.

***

Later, his stomach wonderfully full of Italian food and his own baking, Hunk watched with heavily lidded eyes as the couple on screen had their dramatic end-of-act-two fight.

One one side of him, Shiro was tucked securely, his head on Hunk’s shoulder.  He’d drooped over halfway through the movie, and Hunk expected the snorting to start any minute.  Despite the warm weather, he still hadn’t taken off Hunk’s hoodie, so he was putting off a surprisingly amount of heat.  The fingers of his prosthetic curled in slightly, hook around one of Hunk’s belt loops in a way that promised an accident later, but Hunk couldn’t bring himself to untangle them.

On the other, Keith watched with contented fascination, as if he didn’t know damn well how this movie was going to end.  He had one of Hunk’s hands over his own, and he idly traced the lines of Hunk’s palms with the fingers of his other hand.  It must have been a few months since he cut his hair last, because the inky strands managed to dangle all the way down to Hunk’s collar bone.

This wasn’t everyone’s idea of a perfect night.  Hunk knew damn well that Lance would have plenty to say about them all drifting off before ten.  He saw his boyfriends once a week if he was lucky, and he was going to spend it sleeping instead of having enthusiastic sex?

But there was time for that tomorrow.  Even if they didn’t end up sleeping together, Hunk couldn’t say he minded.  He loved sex with them, but that wasn’t why he spent time with them.

Being cuddled between them, Shiro’s breath ghosting along his jaw and Keith’s fingers rubbing circles into his palm, was why.

“Hey,” Keith murmured suddenly.  He picked up his head enough to glance at Hunk, eyes soft and serious.  “Let us know if Shiro’s bothering you about the bee box thing, okay?  I know he’s hard to say no to.”

“He’s not,” Hunk promised.  “I don’t feel pressured at all.  It’s kind of him to offer.  I know how protective he is of his bees.”

Humming his agreement, Keith settled back down.  “Yeah.  That and- well.  We want you to have something of us while you’re in town, you know?  It’s hard when you’re gone so much, but it’s nice to think that you have reminders with you.  There’s a lot of distractions for your time out there, after all.”

Oh.  Hunk hadn’t thought about it that way.  “I miss you both too,” he admitted.  “It’s hard, not being able to do this whenever I want to.  We make do, but...”

Keith nodded, not needing him to finish the thought.  Instead he kissed Hunk’s shoulder.  “We’ll be there if you need us,” he said.  “And if you want to come out just for dinner, that’s fine.”

“I know.”  Hunk leaned his head over, resting it on top of Keith’s.  “I’ll keep thinking about the box.  I just have to accept the idea, I think.  It’s a good one.  And I do have you with me in town.  When I bake with your apples or berries, or with Shiro’s honey, you’re with me.”

Pressing his palm to Hunk’s, Keith smiled against the skin.  “I’m glad to hear it.”  He paused, fingers twitching.  “Love you.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but each time it sounded like an effort to Keith.  It was clear those weren’t words he threw around often.

Just for Hunk and Shiro.

“Love you too,” Hunk replied.  “Love you both.”

He closed his eyes, letting the heat of them soak into him.  The movie continued to play, dramatic and predictable as ever, as the couple raced against an arbitrary clock to mend their relationship.

It wasn’t like that for them.  There was no dramatic misunderstandings (not anymore), no plots and secrets (Hunk hoped, anyway).

There was just the three of them, and the hours they could take to spend together, and the hours they counted to be reunited.

One of these days, Hunk would figure out how to balance those two times better.

For now, this was enough.