#also pls excuse de typos if there's any :''')

[paperzombiie]

quick ref sheets of my 3 Azalea Valley characters so people can identify them better c:

[bleusarcellewrites]

ah hola si, ESCRIBES HERMOSO ME ENCANTA, TE HARÍA UNA RELIGIÓN SI PUDIERA ASDHASD Ahora ¿Podrías hacer algo de Lance enseñándole español a Keith y Keith no sabe de qué carajitos le están hablando pero el sigue? O QUE A LANCE DE REPENTE SE LE OLVIDE ALGUNA PALABRA EN INGLÉS Y Y Y si eso asjasd eres una bendición para este mundo

OKAY OKAY OKAY.

Perdóname la vida, en verdad, porque ve, checa: la semana ante pasado tuve CENEVAL que fue una mamada pero tenia que estudiar en chinga, y luego esta semana pasada tuve mi presentación de tesis, la pre-final, y tenia que pues prepararme y APARTE no tenia motivación para escribir porque sentía que todo lo que escribía era bleeeh pero!!! hoy por fin dije….gueno, y lo intente.

El pedo es que se me olvido cual era el request y uh………termine haciendo algo diferente a lo que querías, masomenos? Espero que aun asi lo disfrutes!!!!

Now, basically? The entire plot is that the team was hit with something that made them all swtich back to their native language and ba da bim ba da bum! 

Hope you guys like it and yeh! On to the fic whtever. 

ALSO PLS EXCUSE THE GRAMMAR AND TYPOS AND BLABLABLA.

Lance hates space.

Okay, alright, ‘hate’ is a strong word. Space is not that bad once you find the laundry chambers and the switch on the food goo machine to change flavors.

But still, as in right now? Yeah, Lance heavily dislikes space.

Lance sighs as he leans back on the couch of the longue, eyes fixed on Shiro and Allura as they try to communicate even though Shiro is spilling out only japanese words and Lance is not sure if Allura is speaking actual words in Altean or if she’s just grunting out sounds.

Getting hit by a laser ray that the only thing it did to them was to put a language barrier between them is honestly the lowest dangerous thing it has happened to them, to be honest, but Lance is sure as hell still going to complain.

“Cuánto tiempo hasta que se callen?” Lance asks out loud, not bothering to keep his voice down because it’s not like anyone other than Hunk can understand him anyways.

Lance is almost jealous, because while his friend’s roots are from Hawaii, the first language he learnt was english, quickly followed by his second mother’s native one that was Polynesian. Kudos to Hunk, who can actually still communicate with the entire team, somewhat, until Pidge finds a way to reverse this.

Hunk hums besides him, eyes never leaving his tablet. “Uh, I dunno? I lost track of the time a while ago and they’re still going; if you want them to shut up you might as well throw a pillow at them.”

Lance is tempted, alright, but he also doesn’t have a death wish, so he limits himself to groan loud and obnoxiously.

Someone shouts something at him then, on his left side and Lance has been around the language war that has been going on for the last few hours to know it’s neither altean or japanese. Lance blinks, turns his head and then purses his lips when he catches Keith’s annoyed glare focused on him.

“Que dijiste?” Lance asks, mouth twitching already because the words only makes Keith to glare harder.

Keith repeats himself; words that makes no sense to Lance being short, sharp and clearly irritated.

Lance thinks he’s saying ‘shut up’, and the only clue that Lance has of this is because that’s Keith’s pout whenever he says that to Lance on a normal day.

Doesn’t mean he gotta listen to Keith though.

“Ay, perdón pero no te entiendo, corazón,” Lance says casually, throwing a teasing smile towards the angry Korean teen and ignoring the way Hunk chokes behind him, “Pero da igual, sigues estando guapo.”

“Oh my god, Lance.” Hunk laughs, hiding his face with his hands as he shakes with laughter, “Are you seriously flirt -”

Lance elbows Hunk before he can even finish his sentence. Just because they can’t understand each other’s languages, they all understand english still. There’s no way Lance is letting Keith know that he’s actually flirting with him.

“Hunk!” Lance shushes, rolling his eyes when his friend only raises both of his hands in fake innocence, knowing full well the other teen was not sorry in the least.

“Okay, Okay, I’m leaving to look for Pidge and see how is she doing.” Hunk stands up, still shaking his head in amusement before he leaves the longue, “Let me know how this ends!”

Keith’s scowls turns into a confused expression, eyes following Hunk’s back until he disappears behind the door and then looking back at Lance, arching an eyebrow. Lance pushes down the urge to coo at that because because damn it, Keith looks adorable.

Not the time to gush about your crush, Lance –

The thought makes him pause. Lance stares right back at Keith, eyebrows furrow together in deep thought and he sees the way Keith shifts under his gaze, curiosity and what could almost be concern lingering in his eyes.

“Lance?” Keith says, his heavy native accent clear on his voice and it makes Lance to snap back to reality, a smile grin starting to spread over his face.

Well, well, well, if Lance can’t flirt with his crush in english because hello? rejection, no thank you, he might as well do it while he can now.

“Si el agua fuese belleza, tú serias el océano entero,” Lance says, throwing his arms wide above him to emphasize his pick up line but it only makes Keith to tilt his head to the side in curiosity, blinking in confusion.

“Lance.” Keith huffs, lips turning into a pout that only encourages Lance to continue.

“Ojalá fueras bombero para apagar el fuego de mi deseo,” Lance continues, heart beating wild inside him but pushing himself forward because this is his only chance, his only chance to let all of this feelings go and maybe then he could move on.

It was worth a try.

It goes on for a while; Lance throwing every single pick up line he could think of and his heart skips a beat when Keith’s responses are now only small puffs of breaths that could easily pass for a laugh and a small shy smile decorating his face.

God, the things this boy makes him feel.

Shiro and Allura’s voices are quieter now, Coran now standing between them as a mediator, but Lance pays them no mind. He focuses on the way Keith relaxes against the couch, palm pressed against his cheek as he stares at Lance and nods at him to continue.

Does he likes the way Lance’s voice sounds like? Does he actually enjoys his company? What happened to annoyed Keith? What –?

Keith speaks up then, Korean words falling from his lips smoothly and naturally and he frowns when Lance stays quiet.

“Lance?” Keith asks, leaning forward and Lance swallow, throat suddenly dry.

Lance just stares down at Keith, unblinking as he drowns in their color and it’s in that moment when Lance realizes that he’s a fool and he might never actually escape from these feelings.

He’s not even sure if he wants to.

“Ojalá la mitad de las estrellas brillaran tanto como tus ojos,” Lance says quietly, eyes leaving Keith’s for a split of a second to look down at his lips before looking back up but he still hears Keith’s soft gasp, he sees the way Keith’s eyes fall down to his own lips and Lance might actually die in space.

Lance loves space all of the sudden.

“Ay, Dios, por favor, besame,” he whispers lowly and doesn’t notice the way Keith’s breath hitches, heart on his throat as he repeats his desire, “Just one kiss, please.”

He freezes, mouth snapping close when he hears his own words, back in english and he looks away from Keith, eyes meeting the rest of the team’s eyes as they stare at them with big wide eyes and Lance suddenly realizes that the room turned silent all of the sudden.

Lance blinks, eyes falling to the small device on Pidge’s hand.

“Um, I fixed it.” Pidge laughs weakly, shaking the small machine in her hands and Lance allows himself two seconds to process that she is no longer speaking italian but actual english.

Lance hates space.

“Uh….” Lance says, not daring to look back at Keith as he swallows the lump on his throat, “Is there any possible outtake that we can pretend the last few minutes never happened?”

The team whistles, slowly making their escapade as subtly as they can, whish is no subtle at all, and Lance barely has time to glare at them before someone pulls him back to the couch by the hood and two hands are cupping his cheeks.

“There’s none,” Keith says before he leans down and kisses Lance; slow, almost shyly, and the smile creeping up on Lance is almost too big that it might break the kiss but neither of them mind because there’s a first, and then a second and then a third kiss until Lance’s lying on the couch with Keith’s pressure above him and there’s no longer any kind of barriers.

Yeah, okay, so back to square one: ‘hate’ is a strong word because Lance loves space.