#WHADDA HUNK

[intoanotherworld23]

Peaches And Cream

Summary: Joel loves the taste of you, and you love being his favorite dessert

Warnings: explicit sexual content, mature themes, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex, slightly dom Joel, submissive reader, implied sex, praise kink, dirty talk

A/N: if anyone wishes to be added to my Pedro/or Joel tag list please let me know and I’ll be happy to add you. Heart, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and supportive. Thanks! XOXO

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Hall Of Hunks

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Feeling absolutely reduced to a hot and sweaty mess as you laid underneath Joel. Who was staring at your disheveled face. A look of pride written across his face as your body trembled around him.

“I’ve never seen you cum so much sweetheart.” Praising you as a hand covers your eyes in embarrassment. “You did so good for me baby.”

That powerful and mind blowing release had you almost in tears. Trying with all your might not to just cry in front of him. Feeling like that might weird him out a little bit. Since he could take tears as being in pain or discomfort, and then he would stop, and you didn’t want him to stop. Your body was feeling overwhelmed as it continued to shake underneath his fingertips.

“Let me see those pretty eyes.” His deep voice persuades you as your hands slowly moved away from your face to look up at his smirking one.

“Joel.” Whining his name as he snickers keeping his cock still absolutely still inside of you.

“Whadda you need pretty girl?” He teases feeling your cunt clenching around you making him groan.

Joel knew exactly what you wanted, but was still too shy to say anything to him. He always helped you ease your way into expressing what you wanted with him. Giving you a little bit without asking him, and then getting you to finally speak up. Carefully pulling out from your raw cunt your body jolting at the sensitivity from the sudden loss of him. Feeling his cum ooze out of your body his hand massaging your inner thigh soothingly.

“Fuck me baby girl look at you.” Watching as his liquid spilled out of you and trailed down between your cheeks. He was licking his lips wanting nothing more than to lick it all up, and taste how delicious you both were mixed. That’s exactly what he did too.

His hot mouth attaching to your puffy and still wet cunt. Hands reaching out to grip onto his hair as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit. Back arching off the bed as he slurped away, hands gripping your inner knees as he kept them pushed apart so he had full and complete access to you. Body feeling like it was on fire as he thrusted his thick tongue inside of you. Rotating your hips around to feel more as his nose brushed against your clit.

“Oh god.” Crying out as your orgasm was already swiftly approaching still extremely sensitive from your previous release. Joel looking up at your remarkable expression unable to look anywhere else. Loving that he was the one in control feeling like he held all the power in your pleasure, and it made him feel like a god.

Reaching a hand over to your pelvis as his thumb started to rub circles on your nub. Your senses heightened and overwhelmed not knowing how much longer you were gonna be able to last. Joel could tell that you were fighting to keep going, and he knew what would help you reach the finish line.

“Tastes like peaches baby girl.” His low voice sends you over the edge as your body starts to crumble. Your ribcage rising and falling with each quick breath. Hands falling down to your side feeling loose and numb. Stomach trembling from the resounding orgasm you just experienced. Your battered cunt was so sore from being stretched and abused over and over again.

Feeling a pair of soft lips gently caressing your thighs and inner knees a trail of saliva being left behind. Sex was always amazing with Joel, but the one thing you loved just as much was the aftercare. His touch was always so gentle and comforting as he would help ease you through each orgasm.

“Fucked that pretty cunt so good, didn’t I?” His crude language had your thighs twitch, and you loved it all the same. Joel already knew the answer to the question, but he loved the reactions you would give him just for saying certain words.

“So proud of you my sweet peach.” His nickname had you smiling as Joel pulled you into his arms and laid you on top of his warm body. Listening to the sound of his heart beating, and the rise and fall of his chest was easing you into a slumber like state. “I’m not done with you yet though baby girl.”

[bodhranwriting]

A Rivalry for the Ages: Talas vs Sixsmith (Tocktick, Bodhrán M.)

Talas tapped his fingers against the nearest glass canister, “Like this beauty.”

“Beauty?” The incredulity was obvious even to Emmett.

Talas’ eyes narrowed and he deliberately turned his head away. “She is a miracle of modern engineering. This beauty will get this hunk of wood flying again.”

The room temperature plummeted from merely ‘icy’ to ‘Arctic ocean floor’.

“Hunk of wood.”

“She’s running so smoothly now, Emmett, you should hear her, she’s as clean as a fucking whistle.”

“The Iris is not a hunk of wood.”

“I think you will see a fucking noticeable difference in how she runs,” Talas went on with what appeared to be suicidal cheeriness, “And the filter is distilling the excess steam down to practically nothing. We may need to fix up the vent outside though.”

“My ship is not a hunk of wood.”

Emmett grabbed Sixsmith’s sleeve and tugged him backwards. If these two were cats, their fur would have been on end.

Fuck this.

He caught Maia’s gaze and – beyond the spark of pain – saw her look heavenward and mutter something.

It looked like, ‘men!’.

“C’mon, Six, I’ll show you your workroom,” Emmett said loudly. He nodded at Maia, who shrugged helplessly, and then added, “If you don’t mind, Talas, we’ll join you for dinner in an hour or so.”

He saw Maia turn a steely gaze on Talas as he hustled Sixsmith out of the room and down into below decks proper.

He didn’t let go until the doors were safely closed behind them.

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“It is so smooth,” Talas said in wonderment, “We were just cutting through the sky.”

“Yep, the wind goblins really blessed us,” Sixsmith replied gleefully.

Talas’ face twisted and he snapped, “No, it is because Maia and I worked for a week straight to make this hunk of wood sky worthy.”

“Blessed wind goblins,” Sixsmith repeated with infuriating cheeriness.

“Wind goblins are not real!”

Sixsmith grinned at him and dropped his voice to a whisper, “How do you know?”

“Because there are no pieces of folklore, no scientific studies, no proof that they are!”

“Maybe…” Sixsmith adopted an innocent expression which Emmett remembered with remarkable clarity, “… they’re just hidin' from you. 'cause you dun’t believe in the wind-goblins.”

“You mention wind-goblins one more time and I do not care that you are old, I will punch you in the face.” Talas was practically vibrating with fury.

Sighing, Sixsmith turned to lean on the railing. “You’ve got no romance in your soul, Tally.”

“Do not call me Tally! And there is no such thing as wind goblins!”

“Suit yourself.”

Face reddening, Talas grunted in frustration and stormed down the steps to the engine room. Sixsmith smirked.

Waiting until Talas was clearly out of earshot and the rest of the crew moved back to their tasks, Emmett sidled up to Sixsmith. Trying to keep his face neutral, he murmured, “You know wind goblins aren’t real, right?”

Sixsmith stared at him wide-eyed, all bewildered innocence.

Then he cackled.

“’Course,” he replied, “I’m just fuckin’ with him.”

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Sixsmith inhaled and then pointed at the balloon. “I could hit that,” he said confidently.

Talas rolled his eyes. “Oh, yes? Prove it.”

“I would if I had bullets –“

“Oh, that is convenient. You never do seem to have the bullets, do you –”

“Convenient? Tally, darlin’, d’you know how a gun works?”

“Probably better than you – and do not call me Tally –“

“Talas! Sixsmith!” Emmett threw up his hands and continued, “You’re both adults. So act like it.” They glared at him. “Please?”

There was some mutinous wordless acknowledgement from both, but as Emmett turned around, he heard:

“It’s a gun, Tally. It’s supposed to have bullets. Whadda ‘m I supposed to do? Throw it at someone’s head?”

“Throw it at your own. Then we all might have some peace –“

“I’ll crack both your heads together in a minute!” Emmett snapped. “Sixsmith, stop riling up Talas. Talas, stop rising to the bait. If not for me ‘cause I’m starting to feel like a schoolteacher, but for my kid. Set an example for Shade's sake.”

The fact the kid in question was watching the argument with the air of someone about to pull out snacks didn’t help.

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Emmett’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard. “Lady Dewitt was granted five nightguards by the Board! I’m asking for one!”

“The threats against Dewitt were very credible, Mr Askren.”

“I don’t doubt that.” He was shaking, forcing himself not to back down. Throgmorton was giving him a very sharp look and it was turning his legs to jelly. “But someone has already tried to assassinate the Katsaroses, damaged our ship, and threatened my eleven-year-old! For Shades sake, my pilot has nearly been kidnapped twice!”

“That one is not a problem,” he heard Talas mutter from behind him, “all we have to do is wait the hour it will take them to return him.”

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“The ball is vital.” Talas said, biting a hangnail. “And if you do not know the correct courtesy, things could go very badly for us.”

“Worse than they are already?” Scarlett asked dryly.

“Much worse. I know what to expect at these events. If possible, I suggest you do as I do.”

Sixsmith scrunched up his nose. “Well, if you provide the stick, I’ll try to shove it up me arse, but I dun’t think I’ll get very far.”

“Fuck you.”

“Thank you very much, you’re not me type.”

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[duchesscambridges]

The Duke of Cambridge looking like a TOTAL HOTTIE while joining the crew of DIY SOS, who are working on a community centre for the Grenfell Tower on May 15, 2018.

[andmynewlymeltedheart]

thinking about Pierre Bezukhov……..,, whadda hunk!

[disastrouslyyours]

This might seem like an odd question but do you have a list of Spamton EX designs you like? I noticed you reblogged quite a few and are "totally" not simping for them, hehehehe

Bestie wdym, I'm so open about simping for EXs haha I'm obsessed with them!

@/smarties-art 's is my fave EX, hands down. He's just so so handsome, I love that he's a radio dj, I love his look, he's just simply divine.

@/monochromemedic 's was one of the first EX designs I saw (I think) and it makes me bonkers! The silver stripes!! The phone motif!! The game show host energy!!!

@/hollowsart 's EX hits so many boxes for me. He's so Pretty. I love his outfit. Pointy eared magician man makes local Catt crazy.

@/fconvicted 's EX is also Very Handsome. Whadda hunk amirite??

@/weeping-for-a-ship-isnt-enough has a jukebox EX that has my entire heart. Funky lil music man!!!

@/auntiemagnus 's EX also deserves a spot on this list. Listen, sometimes we don't choose who we simp for, it's just a thing that happens to us. JK I love this man it's the tiddies for me but no one tell him I said so.

Honorable mention is my dear pal @/the-zoni-enthusiast 's EX design. I think he's Neat! He has a cool concept and cool lightning powers. While he isn't on the simp list, I like him a lot hehe.

Anyways! I'm always searching the EX tag for more tho, feel free to send your faves my way so I can give them a lil love. 💕

[ryo-maybe]

RYO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Happy new year! thank you for your continued patronage my favorite italian hunk, you are one of my best friends here and we both know not many words are needed, also thankful you got into ffxiv because we can also bond over it wooooo! I'll be seeing you my friend, bring the meltys when Aoko comes out

MY MANS............every year you take the time to bring me your delicious words and every year I start with a powerful buff thanks to them... It's been so damn inspiring to see your highs even as you were dealing with your lows, I hope the balance will be heavily skewed towards the former this year, make your life soar higher than Aoko's foot laser over misfortune's crouch-blocking bitch ass head. I fORGOT YOU ALSO GOT TYPE LUMINA WHADDA HELL let's fight sooner than later please, I want to see how you fare with its Extra Anime Kouma, and make sure to be available when I decide to farm Alex for the mounts, my breedable Au'ra ass craves your delicious support.

[thegrowlingxblusniper]

💝 (federalblu-britishmarksman)

SEND 💝 FOR A KISS BETWEEN OUR MUSES !

Stepping up Gene raised a calloused hand to slide over the snipers cheek in a surprisingly soft touch. Despite looking like a sunbaked hunk of jerky the scruffy sniper could be a lot more gentle than people would think. It just took the right person and the desire to want to be soft for him to show it. Tugging down the smaller man’s mask the gruff Mundy leaned in to press his lips to his. Keeping it soft and slow at first but gaining momentum with his arm sliding along Nathan’s lower back to pull him in. A low rustic growl shaking out against the cuties lips in a coarse pleasurable sound. When he pulled away a toothy smirk cut across his lips with a wolfish gleam. “So whadda ya say, sweetheart? Drinks, dinneh n’ ya for dessert?” 

@federalblu-britishmarksman

[drukhari]

You're a total hottie. An absolute hunk. 😳 Normally I'm a top, but I'd happily be a bottom for you. 😳😅

This is the closest approximation to my actual physical reaction to this ask that I could find, whadda hell

[ao3feed-klance]

Pastel

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by TheBoredomPrincess

Keith Kogane, an art student who takes interest in painting and was bullied because of his sexual orientation, meets the captain of the school's swimming team, Lance McClain. At first, it only started out as a partnership, with Lance being the model for their art project. They bicker a lot and annoy each other, but as time goes by, their relationship keeps growing. Insults lessen, feelings bloom like a rose bud in Spring. Their colors turn pastel as they share the feeling of love and happiness.

Words: 3315, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), klance - Character, Hint of Sheith, mentions of other characters

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: pastel, Spring, Fluff, Idk probs smut, Slow Burn, teeth rotting fluff, Relationship Development, Colors whadda about that, this was originally on wattpad, Fanfiction

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2A97zLn

[intoanotherworld23]

Berry Delicious

Summary: Bradley loves the taste of berries, and you happen to be his favorite dessert

Warnings: mdni 18+, mature content, explicit sexual content, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex, slightly dom Joel, submissive reader, implied sex, praise kink, dirty talk

A/N: reblogs and comments are highly encouraged and fully appreciated always support your fellow writers! If you wish to be added to my miles teller tag list it’s always open so don’t hesitate to ask! Thanks! XOXO

Hall of Hunks

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Feeling absolutely reduced to a hot and sweaty mess as you laid underneath Bradley. Who was staring at your disheveled face. A look of pride written across his face as your body trembled around him.

"I have never seen you cum so much like that before darlin." Praising you as a hand covers your eyes in embarrassment. "You did so good for me baby."

That powerful and mind blowing release had you almost in tears. Trying with all your might not to just cry in front of him. Feeling like that might weird him out a little bit. Since he could take tears as being in pain or discomfort, and then he would stop, and you didn't want him to stop. Your body was feeling overwhelmed as it continued to shake underneath his fingertips.

"Let me see those pretty eyes of yours." His deep voice persuades you as your hands slowly moved away from your face to look up at his smirking one.

"Roos." Whining his nickname as he snickers keeping his cock still absolutely still inside of you.

"Whadda you need pretty girl?" He teases feeling your cunt clenching around you making him groan.

Bradley knew exactly what you wanted, but was still too shy to say anything to him. He always helped you ease your way into expressing what you wanted with him. Giving you a little bit without asking him, and then getting you to finally speak up. Carefully pulling out from your raw cunt your body jolting at the sensitivity from the sudden loss of him. Feeling his cum ooze out of your body his hand massaging your inner thigh soothingly.

"Fuck me baby girl look at you." Watching as his liquid spilled out of you and trailed down between your cheeks. He was licking his lips wanting nothing more than to lick it all up, and taste how delicious you both were mixed. That's exactly what he did too.

His hot mouth attaching to your puffy and still wet cunt. Hands reaching out to grip onto his hair as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit. Back arching off the bed as he slurped away, hands gripping your inner knees as he kept them pushed apart so he had full and complete access to you. Body feeling like it was on fire as he thrusted his thick tongue inside of you. Rotating your hips around to feel more as his nose brushed against your clit.

"Oh my god." Crying out as your orgasm was already swiftly approaching still extremely sensitive from your previous release. Bradley looking up at your remarkable expression unable to look anywhere else. Loving that he was the one in control feeling like he held all the power in your pleasure, and it made him feel like a god.

Reaching a hand over to your pelvis as his thumb started to rub circles on your nub. Your senses heightened and overwhelmed not knowing how much longer you were gonna be able to last. Bradley could tell that you were fighting to keep going, and he knew what would help you reach the finish line.

"Tastes like berries baby girl." His low voice sends you over the edge as your body starts to crumble. Your ribcage rising and falling with each quick breath. Hands falling down to your side feeling loose and numb. Stomach trembling from the resounding orgasm you just experienced. Your battered cunt was so sore from being stretched and abused over and over again.

Feeling a pair of soft lips gently caressing your thighs and inner knees a trail of saliva being left behind. His mustaches scratching against your skin a shiver running up your spine. Sex was always amazing with Bradley, but the one thing you loved just as much was the aftercare. His touch was always so gentle and comforting as he would help ease you through each orgasm.

"Fucked that pretty pussy so good, didn't I?" His crude language had your thighs twitch, and you loved it all the same. Bradley already knew the answer to the question, but he loved the reactions you would give him just for saying certain words.

"So proud of you my sweet berry." His nickname had you smiling as Bradley pulled you into his arms and laid you on top of his warm body. Listening to the sound of his heart beating, and the rise and fall of his chest was easing you into a slumber like state.

"I'm not done with you yet though baby girl."

[duchesscambridges]

The Duke of Cambridge being a TOTAL HUNK during The 1st Battalion Irish Guards St. Patrick’s Day Parade on March 17, 2018.

[ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender]

Pastel

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2A97zLn

by TheBoredomPrincess

Keith Kogane, an art student who takes interest in painting and was bullied because of his sexual orientation, meets the captain of the school's swimming team, Lance McClain. At first, it only started out as a partnership, with Lance being the model for their art project. They bicker a lot and annoy each other, but as time goes by, their relationship keeps growing. Insults lessen, feelings bloom like a rose bud in Spring. Their colors turn pastel as they share the feeling of love and happiness.

Words: 3315, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), mentions of other characters

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: pastel, Spring, Fluff, Idk probs smut, Slow Burn, teeth rotting fluff, Relationship Development, Colors whadda about that, this was originally on wattpad, Fanfiction, klance, Probs some Sheith

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2A97zLn

[fandomtrash-1]

Just Ask Her

I write for any ship and will mostly write anything!

Pairing: Shiro x Allura

Genre: Fluffy, Nervous Shiro

Words: 1753 lord help me

Requested by: @goplaymusic

Summary: Shiro’s going to ask Allura out....eventually.

A/N: First request! I love this show so much and love writing fanfics and oneshots for any of the ships! I hope you enjoy! I love nervous Space Dad in this lol…

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“I...would you? Uh- want to get dinner sometime?! No what? That doesn't sound right…”

 Shiro sighed for what seemed the millionth time, running his robotic Galra-manufactured hand through the white tips of his hair. Today he was going to complete the toughest mission of his life. He needed all his strength and energy to success and nothing was going to stop him.

 “Today’s the day I ask Allura out. You can do it Shiro, you just need to focus..”

 Yes Shiro, the tough shelled leader of Voltron, who always seems composed and stoic, was in love. With a princess.

 ‘Boy…’ he chuckled silently, ‘This is not how I thought the Kerberos mission would change my life. Fame or fortune, maybe but never love...’

 Princess Allura. Hearing her name alone brings him chills. A single glance from her captivating ocean blue orbs releases millions of butterflies into his stomach. He’s left in awe whenever she’s giving life saving orders to the paladin during a treacherous battle and he admires how much she cares about everyone on  team Voltron. He knows she believes in his leadership and he strives everyday to be everything for her as she is for he. It didn’t surprise him when he confessed his feelings for her to himself in the middle of a bonding session with his lion. He could hear Black’s groan complain about the amount of time it took him to realize his feelings towards the Princess.

 “At this point paladin, I think even Zarkon know that you like the Princess. ”

“Shut up.”

 He never had to worry about asking anyone out before. Sure he’d meet girls that were very pretty. In fact if he remembered correctly, before Voltron girls were constantly throwing themselves towards him. He knew Allura was different. She was a Princess. She must have had multiple suitors before she was frozen in a healing pod for 10,000 years.

 ‘I can't compare myself to any princes….’

 It's not like he hasn't tried to before. Multiple times in fact... yet all of his courageous attempts have ended up in failure and embarrassment. A couple months ago he had everything set to ask her out during a meal. He had succeeded in distracting Hunk by sending him off to collect new herbs on the planet they were currently helping. He also may have lied to Pidge and Coran about how the teletub wasn’t functioning at its full potential.  Lance was easy enough to distract, one word about the hot aliens that lived to their neighboring planet and Lance was off with Blue, in hopes of coming back with a new lady friend. Keith never came down for meals with the team anyway, as he was often lost in thought training, but just in case he told Keith he was going to check up on his sparring skills later that evening and he knew Keith would prepare for it.

 Everything was perfect… until he opened his mouth.

 “Shiro? Are you alright?” Allura asked, picking up a steamed slope of goo from her plate with her fork. Shiro gulped as she looked up to meet him with her atomistic blue eyes.

 “I-I just wanted to…” He cleared his throat, nervously rubbing the scar on the bridge of his nose. “Uh-ahem ALLURA! Wow, ok uh, I have something to -cough- TELL you..”

 Allura looked up, an amused twinkle dancing around in her eyes, “Shiro?”

 Shiro inhaled deeply before setting his fork down, “Allura I was wonderi-”

 The sound of Shiro’s own choking echoed the dining room.

 The hairs on his neck stood up as he remembered the feeling of despair from that moment. He spent the rest of the night cursing at the glowing blue ceiling in his room, pressing a palm to his forehead. He felt so… stupid. Him, Shiro one of the calmest pilots of the century intimidated by a girl. He couldn’t even talk right.

 He first tried to ask during a rare time of peace between battles. He was walking her to her room when she stopped to peer out into the galaxy, admiring the plants and systems that danced in front of her.

 “So, ah Allura …”

 “Yes Shiro? Isn’t space just magnificent?” Shiro smiled as she looked up at the twinkling stars with childlike wonder. Her excitement was just too enduring.

 “Yes.. they are.. I-i just wanted to say that..Or to ask… have you got a favorite constellation?” Allura’s smile widen as she began to ramble about the different coordinates of the state and what they each mean for the Altean people

 “THIS one is my personal favorite! Father and I always use to take a pod and fly it up to see this cluster of sta- Quiznak! What's it's name again?”

 Shiro gritted his teeth into a smile as he politely excuse himself to go train. He didn't ask her.

 Next time will be different...

 His lip curled up into a small grin at the thought of his first attempt. It was magical is some aspects, but the downside was that he never asked her. And he still hasn't.

 ‘Never mind about that, today I'm going to make sure it happens.’

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When the Black paladin asks you for help, it's usually because he you both are in amidst in battle, ready form Voltron. At least that's what Lance McClain has learned in the past two years being. He's doing this for Allura, as the beautiful princess deserves someone as strong and tactile as Shiro. He could see his friend being a beloved king one day. And of course anything to one up Keith.

 “Ok Shiro , it's real simple. I've managed to get the everyone occupied in different parts of the castle for the next hour. You just have to walk up to the princess,” Lance plastered on a seductive smile,” shoot her one of my famous smiles and seductively say ‘Allura go out with me.”

 “Allura go out with me?”

 Lance hugged as his smile faded into a look of despair, “No Shiro! Say it with that leader confidence I know you have!”

 Shiro let out a ragged breath, “A-Allura will-uh you-”

 Lance groaned as he flopped on to the couch located in the middle of the room, “Argh...you’re so whipped, Shiro. No wonder you haven’t asked Allura out yet.”

 Shiro raced over and used his robotic arm to clamp Lance’s loud mouth shut, “Shhhhhh. I don’t want Allura finding out before I get to ask her out”

 “You haven’t asked out Allura, yet? Huh, whadda ya know?” Hunk appeared frightening the paladins. He was snacking on some goo cookies he recently engineered to taste like actual chocolate chip cookies. He wiped the sticky crumbs off his shirt before turning to Lance and nudging his shoulder. Both blue and yellow paladins turned to Shiro with the biggests smirks on their faces.

 “I know Hunk, it really is unlike the head of Voltron to be lacking the small amount of courage it takes to ask out a girl.”

 Shiro sighed as he pleaded both paladins to keep quiet. They all knew however that both boys  would only keep quiet for a couple of  hours before they couldn’t contain themselves and tell Allura.

“Ugh- well just make sure I get to ask Allura before you guys go running off telling the entire galaxy about this, alright?” The pilot stressed as his hand tugged at his collar. Lance kept smirked but silently nodded his head in agreement. Hunk’s cheeks swelled up with excitement, “Don’t worry we won't tell Allura a thing!”

 “Won't tell me what?”

 Shiro turned around, jaw lowered due to a combination of shock and embarrassment. “Princess! I-uh it's nothing really..”

 Allura narrowed her snow white eyebrows as she turned away from Shiro to face Lance and Hunk, “Do you two have somewhere you have to be?”

 Bursting out into laughter, both boys went off red-faced to stay away from the Princess and Shiro for at least a couple of hours. “Good luck!” yelled Lance as Hunk pushed him through the doorway into the hall. From there, the laughter only seem to increase.

 “Is there anything I can help you with Shiro?” Allura asked, lifting her hand to rest on the shoulder pad of the black paladin’s armor, a small patch of pink forming under her eyes. Shiro’s apple bobbed as he felt sweat forming around the top of his head.

 “A-actually Princess I-i wanted to ask you if you wan-”

 Beep! Beep! Beep!

 Both paladin and princess looked above to the blaring alarm that was currently shining throughout the hallway.  

 “Sorry paladins! I’m just testing out the new alarm system Pidge and I installed over night! It's going to run for the next couple of ticks! Stay tuned!” Coran’s cheery voice rang over the speak system. Shiro groaned as he turned to face the princess, who raised her eyebrows in amusement of the situation.

 “I’m sorry Shiro, where were you?”

 Shiro coughed as he lifted his hand to scratch the nape of his neck nervously, “Allura, I-i was wondering… if you were inter-”

 Beep! Beep! BEEP! CRASH! “Whoops! Nooooooo! I dropped a batch!” “Lance were supposed to cover me!” “I’m sorry mullet, but that was all on you!

 “What’s in the quiznak is going on?” Allura said turning towards the door. Shiro’s eyes closed as he pictured Hunk mourning for his latest creation of cookies that were surely currently scattered over the kitchen tiles. He pictured Pidge and Coran, both with dark underbags, testing out their latest modification to the Castle of Lions, proud of their work. Then, there was also Keith and Lance who were arguing over what he knew was something stupid and pointless. Their combined chatter and sounds began to clog up Shiro’s brain.

 If only everyone would shut up and get along!

 “Allura!” He yelled, grabbing the Princess’s wrist before she exited the room, “I need to ask you something!” The room grew quiet until the only sound that could be made out was Shiro’s heavy breathing

 “Yes Shiro?” She asked, eyes locked onto his own.

 “Would you like to get dinner sometime? Like actual dinner at a restaurant… as in ...would you like to go on a date with me?”

 Allura flashed him a huge smile, a giggle threatening to escape her throat. Shiro looked up hopefully.

 Maybe the world still is good. Hunk will whip up some new cookies, Pidge and Coran’s new technology works, and Keith and Lance will bond and get along. Everything's coming together just like I-

 “Shiro, I’d love to...only what is a ‘date’?”

 Oh quiznak.

[lunararcher]

What Are the Odds pt 2

The bridge on the Castle of Lions was just a little more somber, a little more quiet, in the wake of Shiro’s absence. They all did their best to behave normally as they moved forward with their search to find their missing leader, but it all felt strained. So when a proximity alert chimed at Coran’s station, everyone jumped a little.

“Nothing serious,” he quickly assured everyone. “We’ll just be passing by a freighter. Not Galra, so nothing to get worked up about.” For security’s sake, though, Coran did pull up an enlarged feed of the other ship as it passed near them, just to keep an eye out for any funny business. Hunk took one look at it, did a double-take, then abruptly stood up out of his chair with a shout.

“That’s Rolo’s ship!” he accused, thrusting a furious finger at the image.

“Wait, what?” Lance exclaimed, sitting up and looking closer, along with everyone else.

“Are you sure?” Pidge asked, though she sounded pretty skeptical.

The Yellow Paladin nodded furiously, bringing a copy of the video feed to his station so he could highlight and indicate what he was talking about. “Look there at the upper rear. It’s all new paneling – you can tell by the color – and that’s exactly where Keith clawed them up. Plus, you can see where their blasters had to be modified to fit into the existing mounting, not something you’d see if they hadn’t been, you know, shot off.”

“Seriously?” Lance complained. “What are the actual odds that we would run into them again?”

“Too good, apparently,” Keith supplied morosely.

Allura and Coran shared a look, then the princess said, “Hail them. Now is not the time to be caught off guard.” Then, addressing the other four occupants of the bridge, “Be ready for trouble, but hold until I give the order.” Instructions issued, she turned to the front to face the viewscreen as a familiar rogue pilot came into view.

“Well whadda ya know?” Rolo greeted with mild joviality. “It’s a pleasant surprise to see you again, Princess.”

“I’m afraid the feeling is not mutual,” Allura responded with a little ice to her tone. Behind Rolo, they noticed Nyma take a discreet glance at the viewscreen, but Lance was currently deeply invested in the properties of his console and didn’t see. The pretty alien quickly looked back to her station and didn’t glance up again.

“What brings you all the way out here?” Rolo asked with polite curiosity.

“We could ask the same of you,” the Princess retorted. “Planning another ambush, are you?”

The freighter captain lifted his hands in a gesture of peace, “Hey, we’re not out to get on your bad side. Remember that rebel force we talked about last time? Just running an errand for them.” If anyone noticed Pidge stiffen at the word “rebel,” no one made a sign of it. Before anything could be made of that train of thought, though, Rolo abruptly asked an odd question. “By the way, do humans often look a lot alike?”

Lance finally looked up at this, giving the purple alien an incredulous look. “Why? Do you think we all look the same? Because I think you ought to get your eyes checked out, man.”

Rolo shook his head and waved a hand dismissively. “Nah, it’s nothing. Must be a fluke, then. Pretty weird that I’d run into someone who looks so much like your Green Paladin there.”

The sudden collective gasp from the bridge of the castle drew his attention sharply, looking up to see everyone staring at him with wide eyes.

What the…?

Then the aforementioned Green one came tearing forward at top speed, nearly knocking the princess over completely in order to get up close and personal with the viewscreen. It was pretty comical, actually, but the expressions on all of their faces killed his laughter. This was something serious.

“Where did you see him?!”

Pidge’s friends were alternating between staring at her, then at Rolo, a kind of second-hand hope building for them all on behalf of their youngest crew member. They can see the other pilot is taken aback by Pidge’s outburst, but she just continued to barrel forward. “Please, you have to help me! That’s my brother Matt and he was taken by the Galra and I’ve been looking for him! I need to find him, please!”

Still leaning away from the viewscreen a bit, Rolo looked over his shoulder at Nyma, as if trying to get her take on the situation. She met his eyes, then kind of blinked and shrugged, turning back to her station with an air of “not my problem.” When the captain turned to look at his cyber unit, however, Beezer nearly fell out of its control unit with a frenzied series of blips and whines, its audio receptors flicking up and down its cranium in a blur, its cable arms flailing wildly. Rolo had to chuckle a little and wave at the little robot to calm down. When he turned back to the viewscreen, there wasn’t a smile on his face, but it did have a sort of…softness to it that took even Hunk aback with its sincerity.

“He was rescued from a Galra prison ship by a team of rebels against the Empire,” he began by saying. Pidge nodded along, this information being concurrent with what she had learned for herself. “When I saw him he had just arrived at a safe port. A lot of ships go in and out of there, but it’s also a pretty central hub for organization. I don’t know how long he’ll be there, but I’m sending you the coordinates now, anyway. That’ll be your best bet for getting in touch with him.”

There was a silence as the coordinates translated between ships, then Coran gave Allura a thumbs up, indicating he had received them. A few swift taps at his control panel brought up a projected course. Pidge started to say something, but the princess lifted a hand to gently stop her, stepping forward to be centrally addressing Rolo once more.

“Of course you realize that if this is some kind of trap-” she began.

“Don’t worry, it’s not!” Rolo quickly assured her. “I’ve got nothing to gain by lying to you, and that information is worth more than my skin, besides. I just…” he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. “I just kind of hope that if it works out for you, it’ll make up for, you know…last time.”

Everyone on the Castle of Lions exchanged glances at that, more than one lingering with Hunk, as if to get his approval on the alien he had read so well before. When the silent communication was finished, Allura gently placed her hand on Pidge’s shoulder and said with matching sincerity, “If it does, then we will be more than even.”

There was another silence, then Pidge piped up, “Is he safe? My brother, is he safe where he is?”

Rolo shrugged, “Well, yeah. I mean it’s not like he’s being held prisoner anymore. As far as I know, they’re having him stay at the base.”

The Green Paladin then took a deep breath, and looked Rolo steadily in the eye, “If you see him again, can you pass on a message for me? Tell him ‘Katie is on the way.'”

The alien raised an eyebrow, but nodded anyway, “If I see him, will do.”

“Thank you, Rolo,” Allura said graciously. He gave a sloppy little salute, then the com was terminated.

Everyone was silent as Pidge seemed to compose herself, then she looked around at all the present members of Team Voltron. There was a tension in the air, and she could see the torn expressions on their faces, some more than others, but she knew what they were thinking. They’d had this argument about family before, after all…

“Pidge…” Keith began, speaking in the tone of a person about to deliver bad news in the kindest way he knew how, but she cut him off before he could say more.

“We find Shiro,” Pidge declared clearly and decisively. There was an an intake of breath, then she looked up, steel in her amber eyes. “Matt is as safe as he’s gonna get until I get him on this ship here with me. But Shiro…we have no idea. He needs our help more, and…and Matt would understand. I know he would.” Allura’s hand, still on her shoulder, squeezed a little in comfort and reassurance. Pidge looked up and met the princess’s eyes with a small smile, edging on a little watery. It was a shame, though, that she’d been distracted and didn’t notice Hunk’s approach and was therefore unprepared for suddenly being swept up into a massive bear hug. Though the petite figure squawked and flailed wildly (and futilely) in his well-meant crushing grip, she was grateful for the tears to be kept at bay for the moment.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Outlander star Sam Heughan calls on Irish co-star Caitriona Balfe to wear Saltire onesie after Six Nations bet

 Scottish Daily Record - 4h ago

The Outlander hunk took to Twitter last night to tease Caitriona, after the period drama’s writer Matthew B. Roberts tweeted: “I hope today’s rugby results won’t cause any ‘ill-feelings’ on set Monday?

(Much preferred to neck scarf, IMO)