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[paig]

klanceaumonth day 23 and im sooo late but highschool au’s make the world go round... 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45288382

hope you enjoy Lots of love :3

[fire-bear]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Actors, Musicals, Musical References, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Kissing as an Act, (I'm not sure how to tag that), (I'm sure I remember the characters in the musical kissing anyway), Mutual Pining, Costumes Series: Part 3 of Stage Right, Part 17 of Klance Month 2019, Part 5 of Klance AU Month 2023 Summary:

Lance is determined to get the role of Danny in the theatre group's production of Grease. His only real rival, he figures, is the professional actor, Keith Kogane, who's only there on the recommendation of one of the group's founders.

All he has to do is act and sing his heart out at the auditions.

Chapter 4 is for day 5 of the AU Month, celebrity.

[monthlyklance]

KLANCE AU MONTH - FEB 2023!

Each day is a different AU. Feel free to mix prompts together, skip days, etc. However you interpret the prompts is up to you!

Tag your work with #KlanceAUMonth

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Please note: This is likely to be the last EVER Klance AU Month (and Klance event in general) hosted by me, so if you want to participate, now is the time! Fics, art, threads, edits, etc are all acceptable, & so is boosting old work that fits the prompts! Have fun & thanks so much for all the support over the years! 

Open for written prompt list:

1. Fantasy 2. Movie/TV Au 3. Garrison 4. Paranormal/Horror 5. Celebrity 6. Fashion/aesthetics 7. Leakira 8. College 9. Blade of marmora 10. Royalty 11. Academic Rivals 12. Mythical creatures 13. Coffee Shop 14. Soulmate 15. Monsters & Mana 16. Mall AU 17. Superhero 18. Athlete 19. Musician/band 20. Pirate 21. Galra/altean 22. High school 23. Summer camp 24. Tattoo artist 25. Apocalypse 26. Merman 27. Renaissance Fair 28. AU of choice

[cluelesslesbian]

tfw you're famous and go to a concert incognito to chill but end up falling for the lead vocalist of the opening band- haha jk.. unless?

[echotovalley]

klance au month day 1 + 10: artist x muse | college

rating: g wordcount: 1,693 additional tags: unrequited (keith thinks), not unrequited they’re just stupid, college, friends to lovers, for once they’re not dramatic about it, they can have a good time - as a treat

There’s no good way to tell someone they accidentally became your muse.

There’s no good way to tell one of your best friends they became your muse.

There’s no good way to tell your best friend they became your muse and that you take advantage of idle hangout time outside of the classroom to draw them when they don’t know it.

read here on ao3→

[yndaab]

Klance AU Month (edition 2021) Day 27/28 Paranormal and Feudal Tengo la idea de que Lance aprende de su abuelita todo lo ligado al mundo espiritual y un dia por accidente o mejor dicho por curioso libera a un espiritu mullet, pero ahora que procede? podran llevarse bien? le cortara el mullet a este chico? o terminaran enamoraditos el uno por el otro? la abuelita sabe la respuesta pero se entretiene viendo como se desarrolla todo. I have the idea that Lance learns from his grandmother everything related to the spiritual world and one day by accident or rather by curiosity he releases a mullet spirit, but now what happens? can they get along? will she cut the mullet to this boy? or will they end up falling in love with each other? grandma knows the answer but she entertains herself watching how everything develops.

[saiikavon]

Klance AU Month Day 10: Fantasy

For today, I direct you to an AU I only dabbled in once in a little short for a Klance collection back in 2019: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20031778/chapters/47435803

I still think about Fairy AU and think about expanding on it. Fleshing out the friendship of baby Lance and baby fairy Keith as they grow older. Go into more depth on fairy culture and the whole ‘they lose their wings if they’re around iron too much thing.’ Sometimes I think about writing about grown up Keith working through having lost his wings and then eventually finding Lance again. I also think the story might be pretty self-explanatory and not worth really going into that much detail about ^^; I don’t know! But I like fairy Keith and might use him again someday.

[thespacenico]

day 4: athlete

a little volleyball klance au inspired by all of these genius threads 🏐❤️💙 ✩✩✩

“Do you think we can win the championship?” Lance asks. 

He’s lying flat on his back in the middle of the gym floor, squinting slightly against the fluorescent haze overhead. His head is cushioned by his hands folded behind it, elbows fanning out on either side of him, one ankle crossed over a bent knee. Keith lies directly beside him, hands resting on his stomach, legs stretched out in front of him.

They’ve been lying here in comfortable silence for almost ten minutes now, catching their breath after spending an extra hour or so after practice working on their techniques. Since Keith and Lance are arguably the league’s best setter and hitter (respectively), they often find themselves practicing with each other, even if it’s to switch roles so the other can work on their sets and hits (also respectively). With the championship game growing closer and closer, it can’t hurt to be as well-rounded as possible.

Keith doesn’t answer immediately, which is how Lance knows that he’s genuinely considering his question. After a moment he hums, quietly yet lowly enough that it vibrates in Lance’s chest. “Yeah. I think we can.”

“Me too,” Lance says agreeably, wiggling his foot in the air and then glancing sideways at Keith. “As long as you don’t forget all that I’ve taught you, that is. Can’t have you losing the game for us because you forgot how to hit.” 

Keith smacks lightly at Lance’s arm, not nearly enough to hurt, but Lance makes a big show of rubbing it anyway if only to make Keith laugh. “You wish. If anything, we can’t have you losing the game for us because you forgot how to set. Also, spikes aren’t the only way to win games, you know. Sometimes all it takes is a good tip.” 

“See? How could I possibly lose the game when you keep dropping those wisdom bombs on me like that?”

“If I could physically see the words coming out of your mouth right now, they’d be completely drenched in sarcasm. Like you had sarcasm soup for dinner or something.” 

Lance snorts, and the sound of their laughter bounces around the empty gym and echoes all the way to the ceiling and back, where it presses into Lance’s chest and seeps into his heart until his whole body feels warm, buzzing and content. He wishes they got to spend more time like this together, without the constant pressure that they have to somehow prove themselves, to live up to their reputation and to be absolutely perfect for their other teammates. He wishes they could be like this all the time.

“The gym is closing soon,” Keith says after another few quiet minutes. “We should probably go.” 

“Probably,” Lance sighs, reluctantly climbing to his feet and sticking a hand out for Keith. Keith takes it, like he always does, and smiles before stepping past him to go collect some of the balls they’ve hit onto the far side of the court. 

Lance pretends his heart doesn’t flip approximately three times in his chest.

It should only take a few minutes to clean up and put everything away, but Lance finds himself dawdling, not quite ready for the night to end. Keith is too preoccupied with, you know, actually cleaning up to notice until he tries to take the last volleyball from Lance to put into the cart, and Lance refuses to let go.

Keith gives him a deadpan look, but he doesn’t mask the amusement in his eyes. “Seriously?” 

Lance hugs the ball to his chest. “Seriously, what?” 

“Give it.”

“No.” 

“Lance.” 

“I just! I’m trying to say something!” 

Keith folds his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow expectantly, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smile like he’s waiting for Lance to crack a joke like he so often does. Lance shuffles awkwardly, averting his gaze and swallowing down the nerves bubbling up from his chest. “I just. Wanted to say thanks, I guess. For, you know. Practicing with me, and stuff.” 

“Oh.” Keith’s expression morphs into one of confusion. “You’re… welcome? You’ve practiced with me a lot, too. It was about time I returned the favor.” 

“I know.” Lance offers a weak smile, only making eye contact for a split second before looking away again. “I just kinda… I don’t know. Well, okay, I do know.” 

“Know what?” 

Lance scratches the back of his head, still clutching the ball to his chest with his other arm. “I wish we could spend more time together like this,” he admits, and he’s proud of the fact that his voice only cracks once. “Outside of—everything. Like. Yeah.” 

He knows how red his cheeks must be by now, which is why he continues to stare directly at the ground. That is, until Keith places a hand on top of the ball against Lance’s chest, tilts his chin up with the other, and kisses him square on the mouth. Lance is so surprised that he doesn’t even get the chance to kiss back before Keith pulls away, instead gaping at him like an absolute fool. A charming fool, apparently, considering that Keith had decided to kiss him.

His cheeks are adorably pink, which Lance might have noticed sooner if he wasn’t so busy looking anywhere other than directly at him. “Me too,” he says quietly, the ghost of a smile pulling at his mouth.

(They end up leaving the gym just a bit later than planned.)

[paig]

day nine of klance au month, blade of marmora keith!! posting a day late cause i got super busy yesterday

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44929021

[fire-bear]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Slimer (Ghostbusters) Additional Tags: Klance AU Month 2022, Ghostbusting (Ghostbusters), Alternate Universe - Ghostbusters Fusion, Ghostbusters References, Ghosts, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Slime Series: Part 10 of Klance AU Month 2022 Summary:

Lance has been dragged into his friends new enterprise - a ghost removal company that specialises in capturing ghosts. He just wishes he didn't get slimed every time - and that the tension between him and Keith would be resolved.

[monthlyklance]

KLANCE AU MONTH - FEB 2022!

– Tag your work with #KlanceAUMonth

– Feel free to skip prompts, change the order, mix them together, etc! 

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[kickstillkickin]

Klance Month 2020 Day 3 - Thunderpike

"That was a close one," Block sighed, collapsing into a heap on the ground.

Shiro and Valayun nodded their agreement, both a little worse for wear but mostly alright. Meklavar, who needed to lean on their axe for support, glared at their remaining party member. "Maybe it wouldn't have been so close if someone had some self-control!"

Pike flinched, his tail lashing out in expression of his discomfort. "You know, I really feel like I'm being called out-"

"You are!" the dwarf screeched. "One mention of the words coin, crystal, or money, and you charge right in without thinking. I'm putting you in time-out."

Pike put his hands on his hips. "Yeah, okay, whatever. You're, like, two feet tall."

The elf and paladin exchanged a look of equal parts exasperation and exhaustion. Shiro stepped forward, putting himself between the arguing party members. "We should focus on finding supplies and a place to rest. Fighting with each other isn't going to get us anywhere."

"Fine," Pike and Meklavar muttered at the same time.

Block hoisted himself to his feet and dusted off his robes. "If memory serves, there's a village a little way's that direction," he pointed with his staff.

"Then we should go that direction," Valayun suggested. "I hope there's a market. I'm almost out of arrows.

The party began walking that direction. "No problemo if there isn't one. I'll just steal some supplies for everyone," Pike bragged.

"What a great way to make everyone in town hate us," Meklavar grumbled.

"Hey," Pike protested, appearing suddenly at the dwarf's side. "Name one time me stealing got us in trouble." The entire party started talking all at once, each bringing up a separate occasion on which his stealing had screwed them over. "Okay, I get it, I said name one time. Geez."

Shiro gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "We didn't mean it like that, Pike."

"Right," Valayun agreed. "We were merely joking around."

"Of course you guys were," Pike replied flatly, shoulders sagging. His ear twitched. Immediately, he snapped to attention and stopped walking. "Did you guys hear that?"

"What, the two seconds of sweet, peaceful silence before you opened your mouth again?" Meklavar shot back.

Pike growled his displeasure. Everyone else stopped walking and looked at him over their shoulders. "I'm serious. I just heard something."

"Probably just an animal," Shiro assured the party.

Block began biting at his fingernails, looking every which way in a panic. "Or a monster!"

"Or it's nothing," the dwarf insisted. "You hear things all the time. It's because you've got ears."

Pike gave up. "Fine. But if we get mugged, or maimed, or murdered-"

"Look out!" A new voice ordered.

A mysterious figure appeared out of the shadows, and it was running right for them. All any of them could make out was a slim build and a long braid, tossed around behind them. The five of them--except for Pike, who was obviously mesmerized by the mysterious stranger--cast their eyes about for signs of a threat. Just as they did, a pack of wild apes came charging at them from the surrounding trees.

Everyone drew their weapons, though Valayun complained about not having enough arrows. The apes weren't very powerful, but having a distracted party member did a lot to hurt their chances. The stranger felled a few beasts then, upon realizing that Pike was out of order at the moment, launched himself at the ape nearest the thief.

Another moment, and the party was once again safe. Before anyone else could open their mouths, however, Pike sidled right up to the stranger.

. . . . .

"I roll to seduce," Lance said immediately. Pidge clamped her hand down over his 20-sided die. "Do not." "You're not even DM-ing this campaign," he complained. "The young lad is correct," Coran agreed, fiddling with his mustache. "But I believe Pidge speaks for the party when she voices her concerns over your bard-like behavior, my boy." Lance gasped. "I'll have you know that Pike frequently employs flirtations as a means of-" "I roll to trip his sorry ass," Pidge interrupted.

. . . . .

Meklavar tripped the flirtatious thief before he could say anything stupid.

"Who are you?" Shiro asked, stepping in as party leader.

The stranger turned to face them. For the first time, everyone got a good look at him. It was a half-elf ranger with dark clothing, a drawn sword, and a sheathed dagger. Distrusting eyes studied the lot of them, flicking from one person to the next. Discerning threats. Picking apart weaknesses.

"I'm just passing through," he said mysteriously.

"Yeah, we gathered that," Pike huffed. "What's your name, genius?"

"And what are you doing in these woods by yourself?" Meklavar piped up.

Block nodded his agreement. "Yes, exactly what I was thinking. These woods are dangerous, man!"

"My animal companion has been taken from me," the stranger answered. "I heard rumors that the culprit is a wizard named Oklarth."

"What a coincidence," Valayun commented. "We're hunting down Oklarth as well!"

The stranger cocked an eyebrow. "Why are you after him?"

"A family heirloom was taken from my village," Meklavar explained. "Supposedly Oklarth has taken it."

"I have an idea! Why don't you come with us?" Block invited. "You know what they say, the more the merrier, right?"

"I've never worked with others before," he admitted, unsure.

Shiro offered a reassuring smile. "If you come with us, the chances of recovering your animal are a lot better than if you're by yourself."

"I suppose that's true." After another moment of deliberation, the mysterious stranger nodded. "I'll join you."

Pike sighed. "Finally, we've reached a consensus. Can we get your name now?"

"Thunderstorm Midnight," he introduced.

. . . . .

"Wait a minute, hold up," Lance sputtered. "U-turn. That's your name?"

Keith bristled. "Yes."

"Guys," Shiro chided. "You're getting side-tracked."

. . . . .

"Well, Thunderstorm," Pike said with some bite, "would you happen to know if there's a village nearby? We need to resupply before we take on... well, anybody."

The ranger nodded again. "There's a town just a few minutes' travel from here."

"Lead the way," Meklavar invited.

True to Thunderstorm's word, they arrived in a quaint little town within minutes. The party compared notes and decided to split up. Valayun and Shiro headed toward the market to replenish their weapons. Meklavar and Block went off in search of food, potions, and anything else interesting. Pike and Thunderstorm? Stuck together searching for information on Oklarth, seeing as Pike was a thief and Thunderstorm was incredibly intimidating.

"This is stupid," Pike complained, kicking at the dirt road. "Where are we even supposed to start looking for dirt on Oklarth?"

"Oklarth?" a passing townsperson asked. "That's the wizard that cursed my family."

The two of them exchanged a look, then turned their attention back to the ancient woman in front of them. "What else do you know about him?"

"Why, the rotten thing is holed up in that there mountain," she replied, pointing with a trembling, wrinkly finger. "Last I heard, his lair was at the very top of it."

The old woman waddled away, grumbling to herself. Pike shrugged. "That was easy."

"We should keep asking around and see if there's anything else to learn about him," Thunderstorm suggested.

"Pshh, no way," he scoffed. "He lives at the top of that mountain. Sounds like all the info there is to me."

Thunderstorm scowled. "What if it isn't? We could be walking into some kind of trap!"

"And that's why we have me," Pike said, pointing to himself. "To deactivate the traps."

The pair of them continued to bicker as they wandered through town. Eventually, they met up with the rest of the party. Pike relayed the bit of information they'd learned.

"That isn't very specific," Valayun commented.

Thunderstorm sent a pointed look in a certain assassin's direction. "Gee, I wish somebody had thought to gather more information."

"Oh, bite me," Pike shot back.

Shiro physically placed himself between the two of them. "Enough. We have no idea what's in that mountain. We should spend our energy coming up with a plan instead of arguing."

"I say let 'em argue," Meklavar muttered. "Maybe they'll annoy the enemy to death."

"Meklavar," Block scolded.

Valayun face-palmed. Shiro looked a little bit like he wished he'd just minded his own business the day he ran into a certain dwarf and cleric in that tavern. Meklavar seemed two seconds from a blown fuse and Block was the most distressed he'd ever been in his life. (And that was saying something). Thunderstorm and Pike? They were having a glaring contest. It was exactly like a staring contest, but twice as petty and half as productive.

Pike gave in first. "Fine. What's the plan, Shiro?"

"We can assume this will turn out a lot like our first opponent," he began.

"Pike messing up included?"

The thief scoffed. "Pike messing up not included. That was a one-time thing. It happened once. Uno. Just one time."

The entire party took a giant breath to contradict him, again, when Thunderstorm reappeared. No one had noticed him missing. "There's supposedly a secret passage that leads right to the heart of Oklarth's lair. It's protected by some kind of ancient riddle, but it's that or an entire mountain of monsters. Are any of you good with puzzles?"

All hands pointed toward Meklavar. The dwarf dusted off their gloved fingernails and studied them, though there was no way they could see them. "I've had my experience with them."

Thunderstorm wasn't in on the joke. "Right. That's what I asked."

"Well, how do we know your secret passage isn't a trap?" Pike questioned immediately.

"I thought you were here to deactivate the traps," Thunderstorm countered.

"Yeah, well, what if we run into Oklarth while we're looking for it?" he insisted. "Or it's even more heavily guarded than his dungeon?"

"I know a cloaking spell. If one of you could lend me a few things, I can muffle our footsteps," Thunderstorm said patiently. "Assuming you can keep your big mouth shut."

Pike's jaw fell open. "That is slander! You haven't even known us a day and-"

"Thunderstorm's idea sounds great," Meklavar interrupted. "Let's vote on it."

Shiro seized the opportunity for diplomacy. "Perfect. Everyone in favor going straight up the mountain?" Pike gave a certain half-elf the stink eye as he raised his hand. Block tentatively raised his own hand. "And those for looking into this secret passage?" The remaining party members raised their hands. "Sorry guys. It's four to two."

"For the record, my official opinion is that Thunderstorm is wrong no matter what," Pike grumbled.

"Come on, buddy," Block said, patting his back as the party began walking toward the woods once more. "Not worth arguing about."

They stumbled through the woods for only a few minutes before their newest member stopped them. "The villager I spoke said the path started beyond those dead trees." They followed his finger and noted the especially creepy leafless husks, with threatening symbols carved into it. "I'm going to cast my spell now. It will only work for so long, so we can't afford any distractions or delays." Pike turned his nose up the other direction when the half-elf sent a pointed look toward him.

Another fifteen or so minutes, and the trees started to thin out. The party spilled into a clearing just as Thunderstorm warned them his spell would be wearing off soon. In the center was a large stone, with strange rune-like characters shifting around and jumping over another. Some faded in and out. Others glowed blue. They could all feel the ancient magic in it. Eventually, the writing translated itself into the common tongue.

"I am the beginning of the end, the end of every place. I am the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space. What am I?" Meklavar read aloud. "What the heck is that supposed to mean?"

Shiro stroked his chin in thought. "It's a very vexing riddle, indeed. Perhaps we should meditate on the answer?"

"Bo-ring," Pike complained, dusting off a nearby rock and taking a seat. He slumped forward onto his knees, resting his chin in his hand. "Shortstack, what's your best guess?"

"Gee, I sure would like some peace and quiet to figure it out," the dwarf shot back.

Valayun looked deep in thought for a moment. "I've got it! It's a circle." The group looked at her. "What?"

"No offense," Block said, "but maybe we should leave the riddles to Meklavar."

"It's a good guess," she protested, a little put-out.

"Circles don't have an end," Meklavar pointed out. "That's why they're circles."

Valayun deflated even more. "I suppose you're right."

"You're awful quiet, Thunderstorm," Pike crowed.

"Because I'm thinking," he snapped.

"Guys," Shiro warned. This time, it didn't even have any heart in it. His poor, tired soul just wanted some rest.

"Maybe it's death?" Meklavar mused aloud.

Block thought about it for a moment and nodded along. "That sounds like it could be it!"

"I don't know-"

Pike's protest when unheeded. The rest of the party seemed content with Meklavar's guess.

"So, what? Do I just talk to it?" the dwarf asked uncertainly.

"Worth a shot."

Meklavar took a step toward the stone. Taking a deep breath, they spoke as loudly and clearly as they could, "The answer is death."

They all waited with bated breath. Nothing happened for a few seconds. But then, the writing turned back into runes and glowed an angry red.

"Uh oh," Meklavar mumbled.

"I don't think that-"

Whatever Shiro had been about to say was cut off when the ground disappeared beneath their feet. The six of them were free-falling in pitch black. The ground closed back up above their heads. There was a lot of screaming. The chasm turned into a slope, and the free fall turned into a somewhat gentle descent. The stone under them was smooth, like they weren't the first party this had happened to. Finally, after what seemed like forever, they collided with the ground in varying degrees of pain. No light appeared to aid their vision. Valayun cast a familiar spell, and an arrow from her newly-replenished quiver lit up the darkness.

"I don't think that was the right answer," Shiro finished solemnly.

"You think?" Pike huffed. "It was- Oh my gods, what was that?"

"Again, Pike, the ears," Meklavar exploded. "None of us have very good hearing. You have to answer your own stupid question."

Thunderstorm stood and brushed off his pants. "That sounded like a bug," he commented. "A big one, too."

"How big?" Block asked, already shaking.

"Like, I didn't even know that's what bugs sounded like big," Pike answered as he suddenly appeared behind Shiro's shoulder, a bit pale. "It's like clicking. Or chattering. Ugh." He shuddered when he heard it again.

"It's getting closer," Thunderstorm warned.

Valayun held the arrow higher, but the cavern was too large for it to do very much. "I can't see anything."

"Trust me, that's a good thing," Thunderstorm assured her.

Just as he said it, the room erupted with light. Torches lining the walls blazed into existence. Rapidly adjusting to the new setting, the party realized that they were standing in some kind of arena. The ceiling arced high above them, made of solid stone. In the center of the room, not that far from them, was a giant pill bug. Which didn't sound like a very menacing monster, except that it was twice as tall as them and had too many eyes. Half a dozen giant feelers longer than Shiro's arm (longer than his sword, probably) moved wildly through the air, touching the ground on occasion. It's mouth was huge. Definitely the perfect size to devour even the bulky, broad-shouldered cleric of the party.

"Uh oh," Maklavar said again.

A dozen miniature pill bugs burrowed out from underground, each about the same size as the average person. Block took the opportunity to dive behind Shiro as well. "Don't let them eat me."

"Valayun, Block, and Pike, take out the little guys. Meklavar and Thunderstorm, help me with the big one."

"Right," they all agreed at once.

They took their respective positions and charged the bugs.

Pike darted back and forth between them, disappearing again as soon as he paused to slash at a bug. He quickly discovered their thick armor made it more than a little difficult to deal any damage with a passing blow. He successfully distracted the few bugs that showed any interest in the other half of their party. They had their hands full. Valayun dutifully aimed for chinks in their armor, arrow after arrow disappearing into leg joints and frothy mouths. Block called for her to look out, and she darted away just in time to dodge a bug that had rolled up and charged her. The cleric used spells until his mana ran out, but they had little effect on that thick armor. In the end, he resorted to swatting at them with his staff.

Meklavar, too short to reach much else, took to smashing the giant bug's legs. Thunderstorm climbed on top of it and ran up and down its back, jamming his sword between its armor plates. Shiro distracted it's face, crossing swords with those giant feelers. The half-elf was knocked to the ground when the giant bug rolled itself up and took a trip around the arena.

"This isn't working," Thunderstorm yelled over the noise.

"We need a plan," Valayun agreed.

"And fast," Block wailed, running from a charging pill bug.

Pike dove out the way as another smaller bug rolled past him. Except the bug hit a rock and got some air time. It landed with enough force to pry the coil open. Dazed, the bug's (disgusting) legs splayed in the air, desperate to flip over. Seeing his chance, he darted over and cut a huge gash down its stomach.

"Guys, their stomachs are soft!" Pike announced.

"Secret!" Block cast with the last of his mana.

. . . . .

The six of them abandoned Coran at the table and huddled in the hallway to discuss their plans. The DM sat up straighter in his seat and peered over at the group.

"No cheating," Pidge accused.

Coran huffed and twiddled with his mustache until they nodded and returned to the table. "I hate it when you use that spell."

"Tough luck," Lance said with a grin.

. . . . .

"Secret received," the party said in unison.

Shiro and Meklavar continued to distract the large bug. Thunderstorm joined the efforts to get rid of the mini-mes. Block and Valayun paired up to trick the bugs onto their back, with Block acting as bait and Valayun lining their bellies with arrows. Between Thunderstorm's skill with a sword and Pike's knack for reappearing in opportune places, they made quite the team. The thief lured the bugs over a rock, where a certian ranger was waiting to gut them like a fish. In record time, they'd dispatched all the little pill bugs.

"Now the big one," Shiro said. "Charge!"

It was a great deal more difficult to get the larger bug to roll up again. It had already seen what they did to its smaller companions. But Pike was nothing if not skilled at eliciting annoyance. He poked and prodded and jabbed until that bug was good and angry. But right when it was time to get out of the way, he tripped over a protruding rock. The giant bug rolled itself into a circle and started coming his way. Just as Pike was about to become part of the floor, Thunderstorm darted forward and pulled him to safety. The bug rolled right into their their trap, accidentally crashing into the wall.  Valayun fired an explosive arrow. Meklavar pounded its guts into good. It was Shiro who delivered the killing blow in the end. The bug let out one last monstrous screech before lying still.

Thunderstorm stood and dusted himself off. Again. Then, he offered a hand to Pike. "Good job out there."

"Right," Pike said by way of agreement, taking his hand. He waited for the insult as Thunderstorm helped pull him up.

"We make a pretty good team."

"Right," he said again, though surely his cheeks were a little red.

Meklavar let out a whoop. "We did it! That was awesome."

"No thanks to you," Thunderstorm commented flatly. "I thought you were supposed to be good with riddles."

"Death was a perfectly plausible answer," the dwarf protested. "I-"

Pike, shaking himself to clear his head, appeared next to Meklavar. He leaned gingerly onto their helmet. "Except that the answer was the letter e?" Meklavar shoved him off, but the rest of the party just and stared. "What? Beginning of the end? End of every place? Eternity, time, and space? They all start or end with e."

No sooner had he said it, the wall crumbled away to reveal a tunnel, lit with the same torches from the arena. Shiro gave Pike a pat on the shoulder. "Good job figuring it out."

"I'll have you know I have the brains, brawns, and the beauty," Pike purred, swiping his hair back.

Thunderstorm and Meklavar groaned in unison.

"Let's see where that tunnel leads before it closes again," Valayun suggested.

"Or before any more bugs show up," Block agreed.

The party started walking toward the tunnel entrance. Just as they were about to step inside, a gust of wind blew at them, carrying the echo of evil laughter.

. . . . .

"Well, I think that's enough for one day," Coran announced.

The whole table moaned and groaned and protested. "Really? But that was such a big cliffhanger!" Pidge cried.

"We have been here for hours," Shiro pointed out.

"Come on," Hunk soothed. "We still have some programming to do before Rover's done."

Pidge huffed and put on a pouty face. "Okay..." The two grabbed their things and showed themselves out of the apartment.

Shiro stood and stretched. "That was a really good session, Coran. The last bit had me on the edge of my seat."

"Why thank you, lad," he chortled. "All in a day's work for a Dungeon Master as skilled and prestigious as myself."

Allura rolled her eyes. "I have a few projects to finish before the work week starts. I'll be seeing you all next Saturday." She collected her bags and left as well.

Without a word, Keith rose from his seat and practically fell onto the couch. Lance started picking up empty snack bowls and putting them into the sink. He helped Coran pack away his DM supplies, careful to avert his eyes from personal notes written in margins so as not to spoil the campaign. He sent Coran off, and Shiro left a few minutes later. Letting out a happy little sigh, he stretched his arms above his head and plopped himself on the couch next to Keith.

"No," came the muffled protest, buried beneath pillows.

"Oh, are you still pouting, big baby boo?" Lance asked with mock concern. Keith removed a pillow to glare at him. "Seriously, babe, you're still mad?"

Keith shot into a sitting position. "Am I still mad?" he demanded. "Am I still mad? You assholes played D&D without me! Yes, I'm still mad. I had to make a whole new character because you guys accidentally triggered the apocalypse and started over!"

"In our defense, you were on study abroad," Lance tried to say, only to be smothered by a pillow halfway through.

"You shut your mouth," Keith huffed. "Play D&D without me again, and you'll have to play your character through a Ouija board."

"Yes, dear."

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Klance AU Month (edition 2021) Day 26 Camp Conselours Se me habia olvidado subir este jajaja

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Late entry for Klance Au month !

Day 31 - Au of choice ✨

(If it’s not mdzs it had to be promare... no one is surprised lol)

Bonus :

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Day uhhh 7, yes, 7: Internet Friends

No ideas for pirate day, but here’s internet friends day with a ridiculously self-indulgent Cinderella-ish story for my own amusement. Also idk how much normal sugar daddy aus are supposed to involve sexual favors because my asexual ass just really loves the fantasy of being showered with money just for hanging out with someone, that’s a thing right?? ANYWAY.

The idea: Lance has been speaking to someone online for a while. They’re good friends, and they seem to understand each other, at least emotionally, feeling lonely and isolated. Both miss their family, though their circumstances seem different. Lance lives in a tiny apartment with his roommate, can barely afford to feed himself and relies on good grades to stay in school. Still, he struggles. He jokes once with his online friend that maybe he should find a sugar daddy, then he’d be golden. He could live comfortably, have whatever he wanted, and never have to struggle again.

Keith inherited an immense fortune from people he could barely call parents. They ran a company that had shady business practices, though it was all technically legal, and legally, Keith can’t extricate himself from the fortune or the companies that continue to build that wealth. It disgusts him, and he tries his best to be rid of the money through charities, though there is still so much. He keeps to himself a lot, interacting only with his older brother Shiro. He’s lonely, save for his friend he speaks to online. A careless joke from his online friend gives him an idea.

Soon, it’s all over the news that the owner of the vast Daibazaal fortune is on the hunt for a sugar baby. The young and eager clamor for his attention, hoping to be the lucky baby, but Keith has no interest. He’s only in this for his online friend, and hopes beyond hope that Lance will come forward to claim the spot and let Keith spoil him with riches for as long as he lives.

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@monthlyklance ‘s Klance AU Month day 15: Blade of Marmora

BoM klance is 100% something i support, and kudos to whoever designed the BoM suit because it’s sexy as hell but also it took forever to draw

Also bonus because i couldn’t resist: