#fuck keith leaving ❤️

[autisticlancemcclain]

“You’re not going.”

Keith picks his head up from the table. “Huh?”

“To the Blades,” Lance clarifies, chopping up something that looks like a bright pink potato and throwing it in a rapidly boiling pot in what Keith would call an aggressive manner. “You’re not going.”

“…I didn’t say I was.”

He didn’t. He didn’t mention anything about the Blades to any living soul. Like, yeah, he had made the decision and was going to, but.

There’s no reason Lance should know that.

“Good, then, because I took your uniform — which looks like a slutty catsuit, by the way, just so you’re aware — to the incinerator last night. It’s ash now.”

Keith stares at his best friend, jaw dropped, hands resting limply on the edge of the dining table, because — huh? pardon? what happened?

“Whatever identity crisis you’re having can happen here,” Lance adds, shaking some spices into the boiling pot and stirring it a couple times. He dips in a spoon, brings it up to his lips, then makes a face. “Here, try this.”

He marches over to where Keith has been moping as he makes dinner and shoves a spoon into his gaping mouth. Keith chokes, hot stew making its merry way down his trachea, eyes watering and chest heaving.

“A little too salty,” he rasps.

Lance scowls. “Fuck. I knew it. Gotta add more barbie potatoes.” He turns down the heat, grabbing more potatoes from the sack and busying himself with peeling them. Slowly, as he recovers from the fear of his actual lungs collapsing in on themselves, Keith stands, hesitantly approaching Lance and reaching for a knife to chop what he peels.

“So,” he starts.

Lance ignores him.

But Keith is used to this dynamic. It’s either this or flipped. Friends or not, if there’s one thing they can’t do it’s use their big boy words. So he carries on.

“I take it you…don’t want me to go, then.”

Lance grunts. “Oh, look, the caveman has room in his skull for a brain after all.”

“Uncalled for,” Keith says, scowling. “I am not the one who’s refusing to communicate right now.”

The corner of Lance’s mouth twitches upwards.

Score. Point to Keith.

“Obviously I don’t want you to leave, you stupid dumbass,” Lance admits finally. He wrestles the chopped roots out of Keith’s hands and practically dunks them in the pot, turning the heat back up. Keith smears his starch covered hands on his shirt in revenge (and then wisely takes three quick and giant steps back, well out of backhanding range).

“But there are too many paladins,” Keith points out. “You said it yourself.”

Lance grabs a dishtowel, twisting it menacingly in his hands. Keith tries not to think about the scar he knows Hunk has from when Lance snapped a towel at him when they were kids, wrestling in the McClains’ kitchen. He fails.

“Do you actually have any braincells left in your head at all?”

“Yes, jackass. That’s why I did the math. I leave and the numbers add back up. Problem solved.”

“You leave and Voltron falls apart,” Lance snaps. “So maybe crunch those numbers again.”

Keith stills. Lance steps towards him, still glaring, still menacing, but he doesn’t move — he holds Lance’s gaze, searching his dark eyes, looking for the words he isn’t saying. Because Keith…Keith isn’t the one holding Voltron together. There was a reason his heart caught in his throat when Lance came to him downtrodden and talked about being a seventh wheel. There’s a reason his duffel is packed, a reason he’s talked to Kolivan. He knows who needs to step aside.

“You just don’t get it,” Lance says, frustrated. He takes another step.

“You talk to us about teamwork all the time.”

Another step.

“You’re favourite thing to whine about is the bonding moment.”

Another step, this time as he pitches his voice high and mocking, flapping his hands.

“You never shut up about training as a group.”

One final step and he’s toe to toe, shoes to boots, nose to nose. Keith realises, startlingly, that they’re the exact same height, now.

“We are a crew, imbécil. Team, group, boyband. Whatever you wanna call it. All for one and one for all. The whole nine yards, all that cheesy bullshit.” He pokes Keith hard in the chest. “You don’t get to ditch.”

“But it makes more sense,” Keith argues, weakly and half-desperately. “We only have so many resources. If I can be useful at the Blades —”

“Fuck the fucking Blades.”

Keith deflates. His hand comes up to stop Lance’s jabbing finger, curling around his knuckles. Lance softens, slightly.

“I just want to be as useful as I can be.”

“And if you’re enough as you are?” Lance asks quietly.

Keith opens his mouth, but stops, automatic I’m not dying in his throat. For the first time in his life, it doesn’t seem like the truth, with the determined set to Lance’s jaw and the sliding of their fingers together, gripping tightly.

“Then I guess I’m staying,” Keith breathes.

Lance nods. “Good.”

Keith notices his hands are kind of clammy. His forehead, too, is a little sweaty. The air between them feels hot. Keith swallows.

“Your stew is on fire,” he croaks, voice rough.

Lance drops his hand, cursing.

“Oh — por amor de dios, hablas en fucking serio —”

———

At dinner, Keith eats his burnt stew without a word of complaint. When Lance drags him to the sink to help clean up, after, even though it’s not his turn, he goes, and he lingers too close and too long, and he’s grateful that the duffel he packed to leave home for good is laid emptied on his bed when he turns in for the night.

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hiya!! Love your work so much😆

I was wondering if you’d write something where the paladins (especially keith hehe) have to go to a formal event like a gala to bring the coalition together (??) and how they’d ask y/n to be their date and/or how they’d react to y/n in their formal attire?? (maybe even add Matt too if you feel inspired) Thank youuu 🫶

Brooooo stoooppppp I am so weak for this idea holy shit 😩 And you are my first non anon request so THANKS FRIEND 🥹 I went with my three fav paladins 💙❤️💚AND Mattie boy 🧡Also I love writing with emojis, sorry not sorry. ENJOY DARLING~

KEITH ❤️

OH MY GOD POOR LITTLE SHY BABY BOY

He waits until the last minute to ask you, let’s be honest. Like a day before the event, he’s sitting beside you in the training room, trying to catch his breath when he goes “So that thing tomorrow. Wanna go together?” And you’re like 😏 “Are you asking me to be your date?” And now he’s like 🙄 “Shut up before I change my mind.”

It’s silent for a second but he’s staring at you. “So, are you gonna answer my question?” “Yes, Keith. I’ll be your date to the gala.” And he’s bright red in the face now.

He tries to act all cool and mysterious as you both leave the training deck and go opposite ways. As soon as you’re out of sight, he’s SPRINTING to Lance’s room.

“HELP I HAVE A DATE AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO ROMANCE!!!” 😰

He’s so fucking annoyed as he spends hours trying to memorize and properly recite pick up lines to Lance as practice.

He also totally does not steal a bottle of cologne from Lance’s bathroom before he leaves.

The morning of, he finds Shiro for wardrobe assistance. Big brother Shiro totally cleans Keith up, giving him a more semi-formal look. Keith thinks he’s too cool for a coat and tie. Shiro also convinces Keith to pull his hair back into a low pony tail.

He decides he’s just too nervous to meet you at your room so he kinda just sits on his bed for a while, fully dressed and smelling great and waiting for you.

Finally you step into his open door way, instantly catching his attention. He stands quickly, almost stumbling over his own feet as he approaches you, admiring your look for the evening.

“OH WOW. Oh…Uh…sorry. You look really nice.” You look so nice he’s stressed out about it like wtf why are you so gorgeous? He thinks you’re sooooo far out of his league.

“I like your hair pulled back like that.” You smile at him and he thinks he might just spontaneously combust rn.

He keeps his arm linked with yours as you walk together to the front of the castle where all the guests are.

Once there, you mostly hang out together or with the other paladins. You’re both kind of shy and you find comfort in being together. You’re like the two emo kids at prom who just stand against the wall and complain about the lame music.

At some point, you two disappeared from the party. Allura and Shiro are like Hello? Where did they go? Shiro wanders outside to look for you only to find you both laying on your backs in the grass right outside the castle’s front entrance, staring up at the sky. He smiles as he hears you laughing at something Keith said.

“Im serious! Lance told me to say ‘even in zero gravity, I’d still fall for you’.” “BOOOOO that’s a terrible line!” You laugh up to the dark night sky.

His hand moves slowly to the side until it meets yours. When you feel the touch, you link your pinky finger with his and look over at him. He’s still staring up at the stars as a smile grows across his face.

He was so worried about disappointing you tonight, he just wanted to charm you. But he didn’t need pick up lines or fancy clothes to make you smile. Just being his normal self seemed to make you happy.

LANCE 💙

You guessed it…Lance is going all out for you.

The morning that they are told about it from Allura, he’s literally interrupting the whole meeting to ask you to be his date.

Freaking cheese ball gets down on one knee, takes your hand and kisses the back of it softly. When he looks up at you, he’s got that flirty smirk on his thin lips. “Would you, (Y/N), make me the happiest man in the universe and be my date to the coalition gala?”

You: 😍🥵🤭

Lance: 😘😏😎

Everyone else: 🤢🫣🙄

Obvi, you say yes with dreamy eyes and a goofy smile on your face.

You thought it was cute that he asked you even though you’ve been dating for a while now. You just assumed you’d be going together anyways. What a sweet boy~

While you’re feeling fine about the whole thing, Lance is freaking out. He’s digging through his clothes looking for something fancy to wear, he’s doing double face masks, he’s forcing Pidge to smell different colognes and help him pick the best one, he’s practicing his slow dance AND his salsa skills. Keep in mind, the gala isn’t for another week but he needs to get prepared NOW!

“There’s not even gonna be music, idiot. It’s a gala, not prom. When are you two even gonna have the chance to do the lift from dirty dancing?” “SHUT UP, PIDGE! IT’LL HAPPEN!!!”

He just wants to impress you so bad. It’s his top priority at the moment.

The night of the event, he’s freshly showered, dressed for the gods, smelling like a whole bath and body works and he’s sitting in your room keeping you company while you get ready.

“Lance, the gala doesn’t start for another 4 hours. Why are you- nevermind. Forget it. You look great.” And he gets so excited at the compliment.

He watches as you get ready. He’s not as talkative as he usually is.

“You okay?” He nods with a dopey grin on his face. He’s just admiring you, that’s all. A compliment leaves his mouth like every 5 minutes as you continue to get all dolled up.

He follows along side you all the way there, his hand is in yours and it’s SWEATY. He’s so nervous.

Once you’re there, his attention span is that of a gold fish. He’s so excited and chatty and asking people questions and he never fails to introduce you to everyone…every single person…S E P A R A T E L Y. He just wants to brag.

“This fine little honey right here…yeah, all mine. I know what you’re thinking, how’d I get so lucky? I ask myself that every day.” What a sap omfg

He notices you’re looking less than happy, kind of tired. Your social battery is at like 5%. He can tell you need a break.

As you’re standing beside Allura, listening to her talk to an ally of the coalition, Lance grabs your hand and pulls you away. You’re running behind him just to keep up with his long legs.

“Where are we going?” “You’ll see.”

THIS MF SET UP FAIRY LIGHTS AND MUSIC AND CANDLES IN HIS ROOM. BRO IS LITERALLY SUCH A HOPELESS ROMANTIC I CANT DEAL WITH IT. That’s why he came to your room so early. He didn’t wanna risk you coming in to his room and seeing everything.

You might think this is so extra but if Lance is anything, it’s extra. He takes any chance he can to make you smile and feel special. He’s so sweet, it’s disgusting.

“I just really wanna dance with you, (Y/N)…” “You did all this…for me?” He nods with a shy smile, bitting his lip as he watches for your reaction. You’re over the moon, your smile uncontrollable now.

So you dance together for a couple songs. He gently caresses your back as he sways with you, occasionally letting his hands roam to your hips. At this point, his cheeks hurt from how hard he’s smiling. It’s cute and sweet and innocent and you’ve never loved him more.

PIDGE 💚

LMAO PIDGE WILL NOT EVEN ASK YOU.

Bc they’re too shy for that romantic shit.

They’re like “Who else would they go with? I’m not worried.”

They assume y’all are going together bc you’re obviously more than just friends.

They will get dressed up nice for you tho. They know everyone else will be dressed up too but they secretly WANT to make you swoon over them. Like plz feed their ego.

They actually go to Hunk for help with their wardrobe. Hunk is the best wingman to ever exist, change my mind. Also, they are really unsure whether they want to wear something more masculine or more feminine and they really trust Hunk with the topic of their gender identity.

“Hey, you guys ready?” You pop into Hunk’s room, all dressed up and ready to go.

“Almost! Hunk is just helping me with the zipper on-“ Once Pidge lays eyes on you, the little gears in their head stop completely. It’s like everything else faded away as they looked you up and down. You’re so angelic, wow oh wow.

“Aww, Pidge! You look stunning.” Aaaaand you broke them. You’re gonna have to turn them off and restart them.

“Uh yeah, you’re good now.” Hunk assures and nudges Pidge back to reality. “Go.” He whispers as he ushers them to move towards you.

You walk together in complete silence, your arm linked with theirs. Finally, they speak up first.

“Are you nervous?” “Yeah, are you?” “Yeah…” “I hate parties.” “Me too.”

So together you devise a plan: you’re gonna sneak around and pull silly little pranks on people and just eat all the food you can get your grubby little hands on.

And you do exactly that. You’re both having so much fun! You’re laughing so hard you’re snorting. You’re far from nervous now.

Pidge is the best at breaking you out of your shell and making you feel comfortable. You can be your true, authentic self around them. They are your best friend first and your ✨partner✨ second.

After a while, you two sneak off to their room to play video games. The food was good and the pranks were hilarious but you had both had enough.

As soon as the door shuts behind you, you’re both ripping off your uncomfortable fancy clothes and changing into pajamas.

You’re sitting beside them, watching the loading screen for the game. It’s taking a while…

“So…what do I have to do to get you to stare at me like that again?” Pidge whips their head around, watching you with nervous eyes. They take a deep breath before they speak. “I always stare at you like that. You’ve just never noticed.” “AAAAWWWWWWWW REALLY?!”

Forget the video game. CUE THE CUDDLEFEST!!! 💚💚💚

MATT 🧡

Matt literally goes like this: 😌👉🏻👈🏻 “Hey…uhm hey…wanna be my date to the gala tomorrow?” *blushies*

And you’re like “Matthew, we’ve been dating for 8 months.” “Yeah, so?” You sigh heavily. “Yes, I’ll be your date, you dork.”

He doesn’t go to anyone for help with anything. Man is so confident and he knows you love him no matter what he looks like.

But of course he cleans up for you. He dresses up all formal and uses mouth wash like 10 times. He puts on so much lotion. He got some from Lance bc his hands are always so dry. He just wants to hold your soft hand in his own soft hand, ya know?

He’s waiting outside your door for a while, giving you privacy while you get ready but being right there for you when you’re done.

Once your door slides open, he turns and now he’s looking at you like he just won the lottery.

“HOT DAMN, YOU ARE SO FINE! What did I ever do to deserve you? Oh my god, you’re so perfect. You are the most perfect thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, did you know that? I swear, you are so precious-“ “Maaattttt, stooooopppppp.” You’re blushing so hard rn and he LOVES IT.

He walks with his arm around your shoulders, chatting with you about who is attending the event tonight and the importance of it all.

You sort of follow him around most the night, not doing much of the talking bc you’d rather listen to him talk.

He is so intelligent, just like Pidge. He uses words so big you cant even begin to imagine what half of them mean. He was so smooth with his words, the way he could spit facts about anything and everything without a second thought took your breath away.

At some point, you lost him in the crowd. He was busy, he was working to protect the universe. You understand. This is more than just a party.

You wander outside for some fresh air and a break from all the loud banter. Matt is meeting you out there within minutes.

“Hey. You alright?” He rests a hand on your upper back, rubbing his thumb back and forth between your shoulder blades. “Yep! Just…need a break.” “Yeah, I get it. It’s overwhelming.”

He turns and looks over his shoulder before he waves, a big smile on his face. “Oh hey! Yeah, this is (Y/N), my partner. The one I was telling you about.” He’s introducing you to an ally of the coalition who he’d just met earlier this evening.

You can’t help but smile, your heart pounding in your chest. He was talking about you to someone here tonight? What was he saying? Did he just call you his partner??? You’ve never actually heard him call you that. You’re so blushy and flattered and happy.

After a brief meeting, the visitor leaves you two alone. You pull Matt into a hug, squeezing him as tight as you can.

“You know I love you, right?” “Yes. You know I love YOU, right?” “Yeah, I know.” “Good, don’t you ever forget it.” You can decide who said what. Either way, y’all are so in love it’s not even funny.

[cherryxblossxms]

Hello there sorry to bother please can I request for Dark Keith the letters A B E F G H K P O U ? Thank you have a nice day :D

You absolutely can!! Thank you for requesting some Keith content ❤️

Mean!Keith

A for Aphrodisiac (What always turns them on?)

He loves it when you praise him, especially if you address him by name while doing it. In general, when you address him by name directly makes him feel good, feel seen by the most important person to him, but admittedly it's very indulgent for him to know if he made you feel good or happy.

B for Bondage (Who gets tied up and how?)

His partner gets tied up, for sure. Not that he won't indulge you once, maybe twice, only after strong trust has been established. But he gets particularly tickled by restricting your movements, leaving you victim to his actions and unable to escape the pleasure he'll make sure to deliver to you. He enjoys using ribbons mostly, but if he wants to leave some marks on your skin, he might use rope instead. The level of effort depends on how much he wants to tease you, but he's capable of some very good knots. So if he wants a long session, he may go all out and tie you completely up with pretty ropework.

E for Exposed (What is the most daring place they’ve had sex?)

In the woods. You made the mistake of being alone with him one pleasant afternoon in the woods. What started as a nice stroll looking for nearby herbs and enjoying the scenery, became a dirty, heated exchange of deep grunts and soft cries, clothes shoved just enough out of the way for access to each other. You were still finding flowers and leaves in each other's hair and clothes many hours after your outdoor quickie, making sure to leave a lasting memory with you.

F for Favorite (What do they find sexiest about their partner?)

He loves how direct and honest you are with him. Even if it causes you to freeze up and get all flustered, he loves when you speak your mind and tell him directly what you want him to do.

G for Graceful (What is the weirdest position they’ve tried?)

This also involved the woods, and particularly some strange angling over a fallen tree trunk. As things got more heated and Keith started to take over, you found yourself in a strange kind of right-side-up wheelbarrow, hips held up higher than your head and all you could see was the canopy of trees above you.

H for Hands (What do they do with their hands during sex?)

Keith loves holding your face or chin to keep your eyes on him during sex. He loves nothing more than being acknowledged by you, making sure you remember exactly who is making you feel this good, and enjoys doing that through eye contact, or at least being face to face. He also loves to just watch your composure crumble as your orgasm approaches; he won't let you turn away from him, not until he's satisfied with what he's seen. If he's not holding your face, then he likes to hold onto your waist or hips as leverage while fucking you.

K for Kink (What’s their secret kink?)

He has a bit of a corruption kink. He doesn't care about virginity or total lack of experience, but he does love the idea of breaking you down and rewiring your brain until all you can think of is him, the way he fits inside you, reaches all of your most sensitive spots, and ruins you for absolutely anyone else.

O for Oral (Giving or receiving? Why?)

Receiving. He's happy to give to his partner at all times, he's always eager to show you the ways he can bring you to shambles in bed. But it's incredibly satisfying for him to direct you on how to please him, how to flick your tongue over him, trace the lines of the veins, the sensitive junction under the head. He's a big man in more ways than one, so it's especially sexy watching you struggle with his size as you try to pleasure him.

P for Position (What is their favorite position(s) and why?)

He loves to have you on his lap. More often than not, he likes having you face him when you do this, straddling his hips as you take him. He loves to see your expression twist and your body bounce as he moves you on his cock. But he doesn't mind having you face the other direction, especially if there's a mirror involved, so he gets the benefit of both seeing your body under the effects of his pleasure as well as see how scandalized you are being exposed like this.

U for Under (Who’s in charge and how?)

Mostly, he's in charge. He might give you an opportunity or two to attempt taking charge, but he prefers being in control of the direction of things, telling you how he wants you, what he wants, and where. He knows he can trust you, but he still enjoys his security in being able to take charge in more delicate matters. Of course, he's still extremely receptive to you and your comfort, and would never push you to do something you're not interested or comfortable in. But he will be the one to suggest things otherwise.

[lil-melody-moon]

Hello Darling🥰

I’m here to wish you all the luck for tomorrow’s exam. My fingers are crossed for ya🤞🏻❤️

Oh and Keithy wishes you good luck too😌

Hello, dear!

Thank you-

Oh God... Why? Why him? Why now?

I'm full of emotions for him nowadays, I'm literally melting inside at the sight of him, you can't do this to me, not now, jfc

Fucking hell, I can't with the first one already, my electra complex has awaken- WHY IS HE SO SIMILAR TO MY DAD?! WHY?! Literally a few days ago dad had the same look on his face when he was looking at mom, trying to understand what she was yapping about. I can't, I fucking can't *quits life*

*dies* I have a very weak spot for his side profile, I'm like:

when I see it and the second pic is one of my favorites, so pat yourself on the back, I yet again, want to kiss him! How in the fuck is he so perfect?!

I was always wondering with the third photo if Pete gave Keith his guitar to smash it. If so, then that's pretty cool, I would want to see it! ...Sweaty, tired baby <3

*quits life for the second time* Elegant, so fucking elegant, I'm dead, I'm gone, my soul left my body, goodbye, nice knowing ya *soul leaving my body*

[diataragmenos]

🖊 Keith!! uwu

Hi Geki!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OKAY KEITH IS A FUCKING MESS™ BUT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

I love you too, bastard.

SHUSH OKAY UHHHHHHHHHHH

He started out as a dumb character idea and then just... kind of started doing his own thing???

Keith Damien O'Rinne (born Cináed-Cathal O'Rinne) has a lot of emotional trauma shit from when he was young (I won't get into specifics since it's a little... yikes, but it involves death) and at some point he made a pact with a demon (technically an incubus) to become his host, but on condition that those he dearly loves and cares for (basically his best-friend-and-neighbour-and-technical-foster-sibling-turned-lover Ethan O'Halloran at the moment) never experiences harm by the demon's doing, in which the demon agrees to.

But Keith has a lot of pent-up aggression and homicidal ideations and accidentally murders someone, in which after he disappears for several years. Ethan (born Énna-Tadhg O'Halloran) is absolutely worried, they haven't heard from their boyfriend in years, and they're tired of waiting for him to come back home. So they go out and try to find him, knowing that Keith made a promise to come back home to Ethan, whether that be Keith finding them or them finding him. This goes on for months.

You're leaving some crucial details out, Silas.

Shush, I'm the one telling this story. Eventually, Ethan does find Keith, but they lose their right eye in the process. Turns out, Keith's demonic host Alftharosk (or Aftuhk, in his tongue) was trying to divert all of Keith's aggression and absolute hatred of everything elsewhere, to someplace better. But that only happens when Ethan finds Keith again. And then the two are led to a temple like structure that Alftharosk apparently built. Inside, they meet Ásgeirr Sítheach (born Hunter Ifearnán), a human, now deitic vessel of Set, the Egyptian god of chaos and storms. And also two big black inky, shadowy doggos named Kerberos and Ulframn.

Eh, close enough. And if you figured, Ásgeirr gave Silas (you probably know him as Hunter, or formerly Xander) his original name.

BUT Ásgeirr technically isn't from the same universe as Keith and Ethan. Keith and Ethan's Ásgeirr... never happened. He's still Hunter, still mortal, not a vessel. In Ásgeirr's universe, Keith doesn't accept the demon's pact, and the demon kills both Keith and Ethan. Dark stuff.

It's all very intricate.

Yes, thank you, Keith, for your commentary.

Anytime.

But yeah. The temple is where these two separate universes converge. Tycho just shows up later, once Keith starts my system. If you want me to ramble more about my system alters, please send me a "🖊️" !!!

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

"I missed you." (Which is a huge mood. Miss ya, Honey Dumpling! Hope you're doing well! ❤️)

Keith returns from the Blade of Marmora but won’t tell anyone why. Won’t answer any more questions besides ‘are you back to stay?’ (yes), ‘do they know you’re here?’ (yes), ‘are you okay?’ (I think so).

There’s infinitely more questions to be asked but no one wants to ask them because Keith has got this...look. Has this way of speaking. Has this way of looking without really seeing and Lance? Lance wants to know why. 

But he doesn’t ask. Because no one’s asking. And if anyone did ask it’d probably be Shiro, because Lance and Keith may have been on really nice terms when he left, but Shiro is Shiro. And everything is always Shiro-and-Keith. And Lance isn’t anywhere close to that so he’s not going to push anything, he’s just gonna let things happen. Let them be. Even if he wants to know. And he really...really wants to know.

Keith disappears somewhere within the castle for the rest of the night. It should be alarming, someone should be alarmed shouldn’t they - why does no one seem to be alarmed? - but then Lance realizes that Shiro is also gone. Which means he’s talking to Keith. Which means Lance should just fucking relax because Shiro’s gonna know how to talk to him the right way. And then Keith will be able to unload. And then everything will be back to normal and who cares if there was pretty much just a quick glance in Lance’s direction and nothing else when Keith walked through those doors this afternoon?

He doesn’t need to take it personally. 

Keith is working through some shit and Lance doesn’t need to take it personally that he hugged everyone else but him after not seeing them for months.

No. He’ll just wait. Sit and wait. Fill out this report and wait. Say goodnight to Hunk as he leaves for bed and wait.

Wait...

Wait...

What is he waiting for?

He’s waiting for Keith.

“There you are...” It’s way too late and Lance has waited way too long but Keith is emerging from wherever he’s hidden himself and he just looks so fucking sad. But. Lance can help too. Needs to. “How you doin’ buddy?”

The attempt at easing in with a friendly smile goes unseen. Because Keith isn’t looking. Isn’t seeing. And he’s also not really moving so Lance moves for him - closes the space just enough that he can get a better look but instantly regrets it because Keith just-...he just looks like shit. 

“You uh-...” Lance goes for it again...tries not to stare at the heavy bags under Keith’s eyes. “...you talk to Shiro...?” Another question that he’s not sure he’ll get an answer to. But...

Keith nods. Doesn’t look. Blinks slowly and tiredly and... He should keep going.

“We’re all kinda worried about you bud-”

Lance’s sentiment cuts off at the move forward - the arms wrapped around his middle - hanging, hanging, heavily, and-

“I missed you...”

He’s sure he heard wrong. Has to have. But...

Lance experiments with gentle hands, returning the hug no matter how caught off guard the attention has struck him. And he’s gotta push, “Y-... Yeah man... We missed you too...”

Except he can feel the frown press into the side of his neck, Keith’s face contorting in a way that doesn’t bode well and-... Is it because...

“...Keith?”

The arms around him tighten. Desperate. Talking without words. Coupled with strangled ones. “I...” they’re muffled against Lance’s neck, “I missed you...”

Lance swallows the lump in his throat that he can’t understand. He doesn’t know what to do. Doesn’t know what to say. What is there to say except: “I missed you too Keith...”

It hangs in the air. And for a moment it stays there, unanswered. But then the warmth of Keith letting out a breath against him breaks the tension - eases it away - breaks it down until it’s just the two of them. Nothing else. No one else. Like those few nights they shared before Keith left for the Blades...

“Hey...”  Lance murmurs lowly, squeezing his hold around the boy in his arms. “You don’t have to talk about anything, but do you wanna just...chill...? For a little bit...?”

He knows he’s speaking from a place of selfishness. It isn’t the first time he’s wanted it since Keith left. 

But Keith...he sighs...another long breath against Lance’s neck...and then he nods. 

And that’s how they find themselves on the couch in the darkened common room, Lance’s arm around Keith’s shoulder’s - Keith’s head against Lance’s. And there’s still a lot of questions to be asked. But that’s not what Keith needs right now. Right now, Keith needs this. And Lance needs this. And it’s not like it was before Keith left, but it’s close enough.

[utteeemieliz-blog]

FucK ME—

Okay so, spoilers ahead but.

We know that Keith’s Principal/Teacher in his old school pretty much hated him, no matter how talented he was.

She could clearly see him in the simulator but she tossed that over her shoulder, saying things like “he wouldn’t fit in” or “he’s a disciplinary issue” but he made it past everyone else.

And because James knew Keith was an orphan does this mean that everyone else knew and made fun of him for it??

Keith seems to not be liked by any of his peers so would kids start shit (mostly James) and would get away with it while Keith was yelled at?? BECUASE IM PRETTY SURE—

SO WHEN SHIRO STOOD UP FOR HIM HE WAS LIKE “b i t ch tf??? ???? ? ? ?” THIS BOI WAS SHOCKED, BECUASE FOR O N C E A DUDE STAYED WITH HIM AND STOOD UP FOR HIM. HE THOUGHT ONCE HE MESSED UP, SHIRO WAS JUST GONNA LEAVE HIM. AND DROP HIM BACK AT THE ORPHANAGE.

BUT ITS STARTING TO LOOK LIKE KEITH WAS ADOPTED BY SHIRO AND ADam!! SO HE JUSt dIDNT an d KEITH EAS LIKE

“w hAT Is t h I S FEE Lin GFG????????” CAUSE HE HADNT FELT LIKE THAT SINCE HIS DAD DIED. NO ONE WAS NICE TO HIM AFTER HIS FATHER DIED. SO HE WAS HUST LIKE “A. AA saAaaaAa GH w HAT Ar rr EE Y O u do iNG?????? T Hh e F UU Ck a r E YO UHY D o iNG?!!?!!!?” AND SHIRO WAS JUST JUT LIKE “❤️❤️💖🖤💚❣️💕💕💙💕💘❣️💚💛🧡❤️💜💞💝💝💞💜💓💗💖💖💖💘💘💕💘💗💞💞💝💝💜💜❤️💛💚💚🧡❤️❤️💜💗💗💖💚💖💛💓💓💚🧡💘💘💘💖💕💕💕💖💗💓💓💞💞💝💞💞💞💝🧡💛💛💙💙💚❤️❤️💝💞💜💞💗💖💜💜❤️❤️💛❤️💜💜💚💚💙” AND PRESUMABLY ADAM WAS JUST LIKE “💓💖🧡💘💕❣️💖💝💞💞💞❤️💓💞💞🧡💛💙💓💗💖💘💘💘💕💙💚🧡❤️💜💞💝💝💝💞💓💖💖💖💖💘💚💗🖤💙🖤💜💞💓💓💗💖💖💘💛💛💛🧡❤️💜💜💜💝💝💝💝💞💛💚💙❤️❤️💚💙💗💜💙💜💚💖💖💗💗❤️💙💖💖💞💓💞💜❤️💚💝💝💝💘💛💕💕💕💛💗💗❤️💙💙💜💜💞💞❤️❤️””

AND SO THEN KEITHS JUST LIKE

[lil-melody-moon]

Hello, my dear❤️ I’m here to bring you the promised summary and a little sneak peek of the fic I’m writing for you.

I got the idea for this fic after reading the last one you sent me by email (you know which one😏) and I thought I'd give this a chance!

Well, I'll stop talking now and leave you with the summary and a tiny fragment of the fic. Let me know what you think! It’s not finished yet, so if you have any suggestions for the fic, they’re more than welcome❤️

Summary

After spending the night at the hotel with you, and sharing you with his brothers twice, Clover had started to feel things he shouldn’t for you. Although Clover knew you were in love with his brother Keith, he was determined to have you. One night, you received a letter from Clover, inviting you to see him perform with the StrayCats once more and claiming that he had something important to tell you. When you got the letter, your heart raced with anticipation. you had your doubts but you finally decided to hid the letter from Keith and go to see Clover. Little did you know, this decision would have its consequences.

Sneak Peak:

You took a deep breath before entering the venue. It had been a while since the last time you saw Clover, and recalling the moments you two shared sent a shiver down your spine. You could still feel the way he touched your calves and held you as Keith was fucking you. You tried not to let those thoughts consume you. You had only come here to see him play with his band, have a chat, and then leave. That was the initial plan, but the outfit your friend chose for you suggested otherwise.

You felt a few eyes on you, they belonged to disgusting men looking you up and down. As time passed, the scenarios in your mind about Clover grew wilder, and the stares of those men began to wear on you, making you wonder if it was a good idea to be there at all. However, all of those thoughts vanished the moment the band walked on stage and you spotted Clover behind the drums.

How is it possible that he looks even prettier than the last time I saw him? you thought to yourself.

Your cheeks grew hot when you noticed that Clover had spotted you in the crowd, looking at you with that desirous gaze that made you feel weak. All the Moon brothers had that gaze, and you seriously wondered how the fuck you had survived two rounds of all the brothers taking turns on you.

You snapped out of your trance as soon as you heard the drums. You were still mesmerized by Clover's style, it was so similar to Keith's, yet so different. A random person probably couldn't tell them apart, but you could. You knew every one of Keith's movements by heart. You weren't sure what it was, but you felt that those tiny differences in their styles also reflected their personalities.

When the show finished, you finally had the chance to meet Clover. You approached to him but a few girls surrounded him, and you felt a pang of jealousy when you noticed Clover’s arm wrapped around one of those girl’s waist. But as soon as he spotted you, he ignored them completely and walked straight toward you.

You were ready to greet him, maybe congratulate him on his performance, but instead, he grabbed your face and kissed you hungrily in front of everyone. At first, it took you by surprise, but your body quickly reacted, and you kissed him back.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” he whispered against your lips, pulling away a little, his hand pressing your bodies closer.

“What did you want to talk about?” you asked, trying to hide the fact that the kiss and his closeness were affecting you, but Clover knew you better.

“Calm down, we have all night to talk. Why don’t you come with me and order something to drink?” He winked at you, making you blush.

You didn’t want to end up in another hotel room with Clover, but he was making it impossible. What was it with you and the Moon brothers? They had you in a chokehold.

Oh, I almost forgot about this tiny thing, umn... Okay, thank you, let me gather myself and not blow up and comment like a normal human being *in the background* Me and acting like a decent human when Keith is mentioned, HAH, GOOD JOKE, ME!

I see that you're kind of making another chapter to what you've started with Clover's fic. This is kind of getting in a full fledged story written by both of us - considering that orgy fic in the timeline. Damn, I need to make a separate folder for this insane fuckery. Also me hiding a letter from Keith, oof, that's a low blow.

I love how you've portrayed my irritation and desperation for Clover and any other Moon brother. Like, I don't understand why I'm attracted to all four and I'm fucking defenceless to that. I love that. "They had you in a chokehold." - I LOVE THAT

OOF that kiss, OOF. I think you got an inspiration from the kiss in the mv we've talked about lately. And, hehe, I'm in a state where only that was enough to make me wet because I've imagine that and started craving that. Fucking hell, I'm a mess period is late I hate that

[lil-melody-moon]

*Knock Knock* I have a tiny spicy fragment delivery for Mrs. moon❤️

I hope you enjoy it!

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He had you right where he wanted you. You glanced around, desperately trying to catch someone’s attention, but Ernie seemed to sense it. He grabbed your face with his fingers, rough and slightly dirty, forcing you to look into his big brown eyes. There was something about those eyes that made your pulse quicken.

“Relax, sweetheart, we’re just talking, right?” he said, licking his lips as he leaned in closer, his body almost pressed against yours. You felt cornered against the wall, caught in a situation you never expected to be in with Ernie. The last thing you wanted was for his friends to notice how close the two of you were.

Ernie seemed to read your thoughts. He noticed your quick glances towards the little group gathered on the other side of the pub. Then, he moved in even closer, shielding you from the view of others with his body. The heat radiating off him made you feel trapped and exhilarated all at once.

“Ernie, I…” you started, but he shushed you by pressing his fingers against your lips.

“You have very soft lips, my dear…I’m so jealous of Frank,” he murmured, completely ignoring you

You felt his thumb trace the curve of your lips, and suddenly, his brown eyes darkened with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “Can you open that little mouth for me?” he asked softly. Your legs felt like jelly, not from fear but from the thrill of the moment, which scared you even more because deep inside, this situation was turning you on.

“C’mon, darling… I know very well you want to open that little mouth for me. Don’t try to fool me.” Suddenly, he took your hand and slid it into his pocket, leaning closer to your ear. His hot breath smelled faintly of brandy.

“Do you know what this is? I bet you do… they’re yours.”You suddenly realised that what you were holding was real, your eyes weren’t deceiving you. Your suspicions were finally confirmed.

“I prefer them wet… but they smell just like you…it works too” he added, pressing a kiss just below your earlobe, sending a jolt through you.

“How do you…?” You froze, taken aback by the entire situation

“A magician can’t reveal his little tricks, can they?” he laughed, the sound both unsettling and strangely intoxicating. You couldn’t help but think he was completely out of his mind, yet the way he laughed sent shivers of excitement through you.

“Ernie, I swear, if you keep this up, I’m going to tell Frank,” you managed to say, surprising yourself with the courage that had suddenly bubbled up within you. You weren’t sure where it had come from.

“Tell him, I don’t mind a single bit. He should know better than to leave his girlfriend alone…” Ernie replied, his tone almost teasing, he was trying to push your boundaries.

“Ernie…” you warned him, trying to keep your voice steady.

“We both know what you really think about me,” he continued, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, his confidence only growing as he leaned in even closer.

You felt your heart racing, torn between the desire to pull away and the magnetic pull that kept you close to him.

Oh Jesus I thought it'll be a tiny, teasing fragment, but this? Girl, I AM SHAKING 😳

Pinning against a wall while I'm shorter than Ernie *begins to breath quicker*

Exhilarated, good use of words because I am a jumping jelly inside!

Extremely turning me on! omghewantsmetolickhisfingersorsuckonthemIwouldomgomgomg

I knew it would be a piece of undergarment, I fucking knew- *reads that line again* “I prefer them wet… but they smell just like you…it works too” *is blushing deeply* AND THAT KISS, GOD *is a tomato*

Very good comment on his laugh, it exactly works like that on me! 😳😳😳 You wouldn't want to see my face when I heard Keith laugh as him on that video you've posted specifically for me

That threat is only because of the way I'm loyal to Frank, but in the end I feel that I'm fighting with myself inside and that just adds to the moment and of course Ernie doesn't care if I tell Frank or not - he knows I won't tell him, because of my own desires

This is getting heated!