#shiro and lance love rainy days | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

sasuhinasno1fan · 7 years ago

Text

Rainy Day Walk- Lance Ship Week Day 6

A bit later than I usually post, but I got the idea for this after looking at videos of Samoyed getting really dirty and then needing a bath. Anyway, hope you enjoy it. Rain/Colours

Rain always made Lance feel cosy. The slight chill in the air, the way the world looked covered in the grey mist, the smell of it after it stopped. He loved dressing in sweaters or Shiro’s long sleeve shirts and curling up under the covers with Hime sleeping at him feet.

Shiro loved the rain as well, not to Lance’s degree, but loved it none the less. When it would rain hard, his mother or father would curl up with him on the couch when he was kid, just listening to rain hit the window. It sounded strange but he loved riding in the rain back when he had his bike. He could hold the umbrella and ride around, relishing in the quiet that would come with the rain.

Hime, Shiro’s Samoyed, was also a fan of rain, though both her owner and his boyfriend wasn’t a fan of how dirty she’d get. The white ball of fluff would go aiming for any dirty puddle or mud patch she’d find. Lance’s cat Katara might be a Savanah but she only got wet when she was getting a bath.

“Hime, hold still.” Shiro ordered, trying to pull on booties onto the restless Samoyed. It was raining again and Lance wanted to go for a walk.

“I miss splashing around in the puddles like I did when I was kid.” Lance had pleaded

“Yes, but we take Hime with us, we’ll be coming back with a muddy puppy.” Shiro tried reasoning, trying to convince his boyfriend to only take Hime down to the area she went and then come back up, not go for a full walk.

“I’ll wash her. I can carry her anyway.”

“Bearly.” Shiro pointed out only to be given a slap on the shoulder for his comment.

“Please Shiro? I like staying in but I really just want to just muddle around.”

Shiro tried to stay strong put Lance’s puppy dog eyes were impossible to resist. He sighed and Lance cheered when he saw he was getting his way.

“You won’t regret this. It’ll be fun. We can even put Hime’s raincoat on her and her booties.”

“She only wears the booties when it’s snowing and it’s hard enough to get them on her then.”

But none the less, here he was getting his dog to hold still long enough to get to booties on. Her purple raincoat was already on so that was one less thing he had to worry about.

“Alright, up you get.” Shiro said after he got the last bootie on. Hime quickly turned from her back and got to her feet, shaking after her ordeal. The movement flicked her coat hood up and Shiro couldn’t help but laugh at confused expression on her face. “There you go. Good girl.” He said as he pulled her hood off and rubbed under her chin, pressing a kiss on her snout.

“Ready?” Lance asked, coming from the kitchen. “I turned the Crockpot on so we have 4 hours to do whatever.”

“Alright. Hime, go to Lance.” The white ball of fur turned and after a few awkward steps, plopped down to sit in front of Lance.

“Such a pretty pupper. Hime, do you wanna…go…on a walk?” at the sound of the magical word, Hime started bouncing and spinning in place. “Yeah, you wanna go on a walk? Ok let’s go.”

They clipped her leash on and grabbed their umbrellas and after locking the door behind them, they were off on their walk. Shiro pulled Hime’s hood on when they got outside, trying to keep her dry as possible, even if he knew it wouldn’t stay on for very long.

“Shiro, look, the patterns are appearing.” Shiro’s mom had given Lance an umbrella that when it got wet, patterns would appear, showing more and more that more wet it got. Shiro couldn’t help but smile at his boyfriend’s childish wonder.

“Are you going to keep lookout for puddles then?” Shiro asked as they finally left the complex and walked down the sidewalk.

Lance answered by dashing off and jumping into a puddle, stamping in it like he was a little kid.

“Ugg, I missed doing this. Why did I stop?” Lance asked out loud as he kicked up a small wave.

“Maybe because you grew up? Hime, no.” Shiro snapped as the white dog tried following her owner’s boyfriend.

The two continued this as they followed Lance in his quest to jump into every puddle he found. Shiro stopped her with most ones but he wasn’t perfect.

“You are going to have your work cut out for you when we get back home.” Shiro said, looking at the muddy legs from whenever Hime was able to get into a puddle. As far as he could see it wasn’t that bad.

“We’ll get warm together.” Lance said walking on the grassy part of where they were. Shiro saw him spot another puddle and watched Lance sprint forward, already keeping a tight hold on Hime’s leash.

He expected another loud splash with a couple smaller ones as Lance would kick around in it. He was not expecting Lance to somehow sink a few feet and pitch forward when becoming unbalanced.

“Lance!” Shiro rushed over to his boyfriend who was starting to pick himself up. “Are you ok? Are you hurt?”

“I don’t think so.” Lance said, wiping away any mud and grass that had gotten stuck on his face.

“What happened? Did you slip?” Shiro asked, helping him

“No. I think that was a hole that just got filled with water. Ugg, I’m soaked through.”

“Come on.” Shiro said, standing up and pulling Lance up with him, making sure to grab Lance’s umbrella from where it fell. “Let’s get back home. I’ll wash Hime up in the guest bathroom while you take a bath.”

“But I said I’d wash Hime.” Lance tried to protest.

“And you’re cold and wet. Take a bath and make hot chocolate. I think this rainy day can be spent with movies.”

They were quick to get home, shedding the wet jackets and Lance disappearing into the master bathroom, while Shiro picked up his muddy dog and took her to the guest bathroom. Katara came and joined them, sitting on the seat of the toilet watching her fluffy friend get hosed down with the shower head.

“Ahh! No Hime!” Shiro yelled as Hime shook herself, spraying her owner with water. Shiro shook his own head trying to get rid of all the excess water that weighed his hair down. “Thanks, now I need a shower.”

It seemed to take forever to finish cleaning her and even longer to get her dry. Shiro was ready for a nap by the time he let Hime run off, Katara rubbing up against Shiro’s leg in an attempt to make him feel better. He followed the striped cat to the master bedroom where Lance was curled up under the blankets, standing in front of the window in the room watching the rain still fall. He didn’t make much noise when Shiro leaned up against him.

“I heard the beast being released. I take it she wasn’t very happy?” Lance asked, a hand poking out from his cocoon to rub at Shiro’s arm as he wrapped them around Lance’s waist.

“As usual. I want a nap. How’s your ankle by the way? Hurting?”

“No, I’m all good. I did not see that hole though. That was, an experience. But best thing about that not happening when I was a kid?”

“What?”

“I get you to take care of me.” Lance said with a cheeky smile.

“And keep an eye on you next time you decided to go splashing in puddles. But next time you’re washing Hime.”

#lanceshipweek #shance #shiro and lance love rainy days

25 notes · View notes

pyrobled · 7 years ago

Text

tag drop a lot bcos tumblr stole tags but also new ones

2 notes · View notes

chaoticevilbean · 4 years ago

Text

Four In One : Chapter One

"Lance, on your left!"

The Blue Lion moved just in time to avoid a cannon blast, twisting with practiced ease. It laid cover fire as the Red Lion moved in to take out the command ship, the whole thing exploding within ticks.

A few dobashes later, all five Lions were safely in their hangars, having successfully gathered information, freed a few prisoners that were sent off in escape pods, and destroyed the rest of the fleet. The Paladins all rushed out to greet each other, giving and receiving praise for maneuvers and quick thinking.

"Well done, Paladins," Allura called out as she entered the main hangar where the team was still standing. Her white wings fluffed with pride, showing off streaks of pink and silver. "That was one of your most successful missions to date, and it truly shows off your skills as pilots."

"Wouldn't have been able to if you didn't push us so hard," Shiro replied, his dark grey and black wings fluffing as well.

"But the breaks are appreciated," Hunk added quickly, as though worried not reminding the princess would mean her reverting to the relentless training she had given them when they were still new.

"Of course," was the elegant reply. After a few more minutes of talking, the group started to head towards the lounge area. Hunk headed straight for the kitchen with Coran to make dinner, while Pidge began to decode the information they gathered. Shiro and Allura began talking quietly about the ways each paladin could've done better, and how to improve each minor weakness. Keith sat down with a book, and Lance settled on the other side of the couch, content with just thinking.

Like many times nowadays, his mind wandered to wings.

On Earth, there were scaled wings, feathered wings, and wingless. There were minor mutations, and a few major ones as well. Upon coming into space, it was found that Alteans also have wings, though Galrans do not.

Each of the Paladins of Voltron had different wings. Hugely different.

Pidge's wings were small, made for speed and agility, but still with downy spots. It was obvious that there was room for growth, and the youngest paladin made sure none of the boys, or anyone else for that matter, forgot it. But whereas most wings were shades of brown, grey, or red, Pidge's still developing feathers held an ombre pattern of bright green. Streaks of dark and light hues highlighted the wings whenever they puffed up in indignation, which was often, considering the rest of the team thought it was adorable and annoyed her just to see the adorableness. Not that they'd tell her that.

Hunk's wings were feathers as well, in golden tones that ranged from deep chocolate brown to a khaki tan. They were strong, made to hold much more than just Hunk's weight. Their softness was unrivaled, and no matter the weather, warmth radiated from the large appendages. And large they were. The longest wingspan ever recorded, they were at least twelve feet on either side, and bigger in size as well.

Shiro's wings were black with shading of dark grey throughout them. His time as the Champion caused a few light grey streaks and white feathers scattered throughout. They were streamlined, made to be fast, but not nearly as agile as Pidge's. Fully extended, they reached about eight feet on either side, meaning they were strong as well.

Keith's wings were the only ones with scales. About a movement into their time as Paladins (the space equivalent of a week), Allura and Coran did full scans of all of the humans, since they had no information on human biology. That led to a discussion of how much Keith knew about his parents, but it did allow Keith to reveal his wings, which he had previously hidden, as all humans are able to do. His scales shone with different patterns and shades of red, and were built for quick movements. Angled a bit differently than feathered wings, they cut through the air easily. And sitting just below his six foot long wings were a slightly smaller set, a slightly lighter coloring and meant to provide a boost in flight.

Allura's wings were a sight to behold, capturing the attention of the five Earthlings when they first met the Altean princess. White wings with streaks of silver and pink that caught the light, changing with each form the alien royal took. They were just as elegant as the being they were attached to.

Coran's wings were apparently as strange among Alteans as the Altean was to the Paladins. Apparently scaled wings were so rare in Altea that there were under a hundred of the population with them at once. Orange scales speckled with blue and white and brown, built for protection and endurance. Despite most scaled wings being cool to the touch, Coran was much like Hunk - always warm.

Lance sighed internally at the confidence in which each of his companions held themselves and their beautiful wings. His own wings itched to stretch, but he couldn't do it here. Even if he was willing to show his team, there wasn't enough room.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The sea glistened as the McClain family swam in the beautiful water, ran along the sandy beaches, dragging neighbors, friends of family, and even "strangers" from nearby to join in the fun. Children and adults alike took the skies.

Lance had always known this life. His wings were spread out along the sand around him, providing many of his younger family members a soft place to nestle. Despite the strangeness of them, the sheer impossibility of them existing in the first place, every community member had accepted them. Accepted him. When someone new came to town, they were kept away from Lance until it was decided they could be trusted - or they simply continued on their way. In school, fellow students would move chairs and tables around to allow him to spread his wings a bit. Rainy days would lead to little kids and even some smaller teens seeking refuge under the boy's appendages.

On days like these, when the sun was slowly setting, the air warm, the sea calm, and the entire community slowly making their way to the impromptu get-together, Lance felt a joy unlike any other. Neither flying nor swimming could compare to the pure contentedness he felt.

Leandro Charles McClain was the boy born with impossible wings. His wings were a brilliant ombre of blues, and their wingspan was a whopping four feet. At most, babies had two feet of feathers or scales, though apparently there was a two and half foot wingspan record for a Samoan child. Along with the strange color and length, there were two more features that were definitely not normal.

Lance's wings were both feathered and scaled. The feathers covered the top half of his wings, before seamlessly giving way to scales on the bottom half. And there were four of them. Four bright blue, large, half-feathered half-scaled wings, positioned along his back.

In a few months, Lance would be heading off to the Garrison. His wings would be hidden like all of the students were required to do, at least while in uniform. There was a desert nearby where he could stretch his wings without worrying about prying eyes, and his grades were good enough that he couldn't be kicked out without plausible reasons.

So, he enjoyed these days of slow sunsets, warm air, and calm seas.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Lance was brought back to the present by something jumping on his back. And something else jumping on his lap. And two somethings jumping on him from either side. A yelp erupted from him, and he looked around semi-frantically. Then he groaned as loudly as possible, as his teammates laughed.

"Lance, you back on the ship?" Pidge giggled from where she clung to his back, careful of the wings none of them had seen yet.

"Yeah, bud. Ya zoned out and weren't responding when we said your name." Hunk chuckled at his friend, who now seemed mildly confused.

"Really?"

"Yep. You had Allura pretty worried," Shiro replied, as Keith nodded seriously, or as seriously as he could while helping Shiro hug-pin his competitive friend. Lance peered over Hunk, who was clinging to his front, in order to gaze at the princess. She offered a slightly sheepish smile, before speaking loud enough for them to hear her from where she stood across the room.

"Alteans do not 'zone out' as you say, at least, not as deeply or for as long. When you didn't respond, I was worried you were ill."

"Thanks for worrying, princess, but I'm fine. And if Hunk is here, that means dinner is either done, or close to it, so can y'all get off me. I can't exactly move, like, at all." The group laughed once more before untangling themselves and rushing towards the dining room.

Dinner was filled with jokes and praise for the mission, and it was one of the many times the group felt like a real flock. A Space Flock, but still a flock. Afterwards, Shiro announced that everyone was to gather in the nest for their nightly grooming session. Grooming was a maybe bi-weekly necessity for proper wingcare, but the Space Flock got together each night to bond and relieve some of their tension. Grooming in a group was considered an act of trust and love.

The younger four Paladins raced to the nest, which was situated in the lounge. The lounge itself was a very large room, and the nest was on a raised platform. It was big enough to hold all of the Paladins and Alteans with their wings spread out - minus Lance. A ladder was connected to the wall, installed in the first movement, when two of the Paladins still hid their wings. It was also there for if someone's wings were injured, and for Lance, who always helped the others groom.

The six other flock members never understood why he hid his wings. They had asked if he was wingless, to which he had assured them he was not. He also let them "groom" his hair and help with his skincare routine, teaching them how to do it properly so that they knew he trusted them. After all, he cared deeply about his skin and hair, much like all humans cared about their wings.

Once settled in the nest, Lance immediately began grooming Hunk's left wing, while Pidge started on the right one. Shiro forced a wiggling Keith in front of him, stopping the squirming by gesturing for Coran to let Keith groom him. The Altean quickly complied, his other wing held out to Allura.

Two vargas later, Keith was letting Lance braid his hair "for bed, now shush, Mr. Mullet McGrumpyPants, this'll only take a tick," Pidge was doing the same for Allura, Shiro was doing the same for Hunk, with the promise that he would let the boy braid his floof, and Coran was brushing Lance's hair.

"Done!" Lance called out as he tied Keith's french braided mullet.

"Same!" Pidge and Hunk called, both doing similar with their subjects. Lance and Keith both tried and failed to hide snickers at the fact that, while Hunk, Allura, Keith, and even Pidge sported very pretty braids, Shiro... well, he looked pretty, alright. Like a pretty little unicorn.

"Alright, alright, I get it," the man said, using his trademarked dad voice. "Now, let's help Lance with his skin and then bed for us all. After such a successful mission, we're sleeping in the nest tonight." Lance tensed slightly, and since they all were scooching closer in order to do his version of grooming, they all noticed.

"Don't worry, Lance. We all know you want your privacy, so Coran was finally able to find that blanket that hides wings." Allura's kind smile reassured Lance, and at his relaxing form the others continued with their activity. Though only being in space for a few phoebs, the others had slept in the nest a few times. Each time, Lance had gone to a different room to sleep, in order to release his wings and stretch without being seen. Coran decided to look around for a special Altean blanket that was used for situations such as these, where one wished to hide their wings during intimate activities. It was basically a miniature space pocket, warped to allow any size wingspan to stretch out fully, while practically suctioning to the body to keep any edges from lifting. Apparently, it was incredibly comfortable.

Coran did not lie.

Lance was the first one out, curled up with his arms around Pidge, his legs entwined with Hunk's, and Shiro holding him with arm. Keith was being held in the other, causing the two boys to be essentially cuddling. Allura sat curled in the spot created by Hunk's and Lance's legs, holding Pidge's legs in her lap, while Pidge's arms cradled Coran's legs. Coran was grasping Hunk's arms, and the latter was doing similarly. Wings curled around all of them, creating a warm cocoon of feathers and scales.

No one had nightmares that night.

No arena haunted Shiro, or planetary destruction to plague the Alteans.

No homesick dreams for the Garrison Trio, and no blurry figures abandoned Keith that night.

All that remained were sweet visions of all their good times, mushed together for pure bliss.

#voltron #wing au #lance #lance mcclain #hunk garrett #hunk #pidge gunderson #pidge #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #shiro #keith #allura #coran coran the gorgeous man #lance-centric #purple #klance

40 notes · View notes

i-write-shakespeare-not-disney · 4 years ago

Note

Your wips, specifically Love for You, but that’s the only one I’m calling out. Because I too look forward to twilight 👀👀👀. I mean I look forward to everything klance and zukka anyway because your writing is amazing but also twilight👀👀👀

kfja;ksldfja I just posted a LFY snippet so I’ll post a twilight one!

< “Wow, look at you. You grew up, dude.” Keith must have looked as confused as he felt because the guy laughed. A loud, full sound that made Keith laugh nervously. “I’m Takashi. Shiro? We used to play together when we were younger.”

“Sh-Shiro?” Keith repeated. The features finally placed themselves. The slanted eyes, always curved with his wide smile, the much more accented square jaw, the shaggy dark hair still cropped short around the sides and left unruly at the top. “I- Oh. Hi. I didn’t recognize you. You used to be… rounder faced. And your voice wasn’t so deep.”

“I could say the same about you. You got tall.”

Keith smiled and shrugged. Then he turned to Krolia, feeling his cheeks heat up. Was Shiro his homecoming surprise? Was that her way of not so indiscreetly telling him she was totally okay with his sexuality? It had never been a topic they’d mentioned before, but this felt like overkill.

But then Shiro tossed him the keys. “What’d you think?”

It clicked, and Keith felt like an idiot. “The… the truck is for me?”

“Yeah! I figured it’d be easier than taking the metro, especially for cold or rainy days,” Krolia said.

“My parents have been trying to get rid of this thing for the last few months. Krolia mentioned you needed transportation and well…. Here she is.” Shiro smiled. “Welcome to Austin. Hope you like driving uphill in a stick-shift.”

“I guess I’ll find out,” Keith said with a laugh. >

I’m so mad, I stopped on this WIP right before Lance comes in askjdfklasdjfkal

BUT also no worries there’s no romance between these two, it’s strictly a bro-friendship thing, he just doesn’t know how to read Krolia yet lmfao. If you wanna know more concepts with this one (which I would love to talk about too) check out my tag: klance twilight au

#klance twilight au #klance #snippets #Anonymous

6 notes · View notes

somekindoftuber · 6 years ago

Text

vld youtuber AU (klance, part 3)

part one | part two

(I don’t think I clarified it in parts one and two but Lance and Pidge are roommates. Lance finished college two years ago)

After spending the weekend with Shiro and Keith, everything seems a little brighter.

Lance has an extra spring in his step that annoys the hell out of Pidge. He plays Overwatch with Keith at least twice a week, and they make a devastating team when they’re playing to win. Keith plays with a fiery, single-minded focus that would probably be scary if Lance wasn’t already crushing on him. So instead it’s just insanely attractive, the way Keith sounds when he’s barking out orders to the team. He’s a natural leader and Lance is stupidly eager to follow.

It’s time for Lance to make a trip home to Cuba to see his parents and he’s so excited, he only gets to go home every few months. It’s only for a week, but Pidge will take care of his cats. He mentions to Keith that he’ll be out of town and won’t be available to play for a bit.

Lance makes some vlogs while he’s home, and does them in Spanish because why not? He bets a lot of his followers don’t even realize he’s Cuban and this is his chance to show off his home. It takes a whole night to add the English subtitles because he doesn’t trust YouTube’s auto CC feature not to garble his words, but it’s worth it when he sees the outpouring of comments on the video, a lot of them in Spanish. He gets one from Shiro complimenting him left and right and it makes Lance blush and flail a little.

He spends every other minute with his family, teaching his nephew how to play the ukulele and cooking with his mom and he’s so happy to be home, he cries a little when it’s time to catch his flight back to the states.

He gets in an Overwatch game with Keith the night he gets back, and he tries not to be annoying but it’s hard not to gush about his trip over the mic. He’s halfway through telling Keith about some sea turtles he saw on the beach when he’s interrupted.

“I know, Lance. I saw the photos on twitter.”

Lance blinks. “Uh. You did?”

Keith seems unfazed and triggers his ultimate, taking out half the enemy team. “Yeah? I follow you.”

And oh my god, Keith follows him on twitter. Keith follows him on twitter. He’s suddenly freaking out that he might have tweeted about Keith?? But no, his account is public and he knows better. “Oh, uh.” Lance almost gets taken out by a Sombra. “Your account is set to private, so it didn’t tell me you were.”

“Oh.”

Lance is panicking a little because he wants to ask if he can follow Keith on twitter but is that too much? What if he keeps his account locked for a reason? What if that’s too forward? What they have is cool and he doesn’t want to fuck it up--

“You can follow me,” Keith says, quiet. “All I ever post is bikes and photos of Kosmo, though.”

Lance hopes the sound of his chair squeaking as he bounces in it doesn’t come through the mic. “I could always use more dogs on my timeline,” he says, trying his best to sound nonchalant. They play for another hour and then Keith yawns, saying he has to work early tomorrow. Lance bids him goodnight, then manages to wait until he’s brushed his teeth and gotten ready for bed before hitting the “follow” button on Keith’s twitter, @k_redlion. He then opens discord on his phone and goes to the chat with Hunk.

LanceyLance: HUNK HE SAID I COULD FOLLOW HIS LOCKED TWITTER LanceyLance: HUNK LanceyLance: SEND HELP

When Lance wakes up, all he’s gotten from Hunk is a few party popper emojis. He checks to see if Keith accepted his request and he totally did. Lance spends a half hour just scrolling through the mysterious secret twitter, and Keith wasn’t lying. It’s just photos of motorcycles in progress, his dog, occasionally Keith taking an adorable selfie with Kosmo. Sometimes a photo of a sunrise. He checks Keith’s profile and sees his birthday is in late October and Lance has to laugh. Of course he’s a Scorpio. Of course. Keith has less than 40 followers and Lance sort of feels blessed.

He manages to stop himself from liking a five month old tweet where Keith is smiling up at the camera with Kosmo out cold on his lap. Just barely.

July finally hits and it’s disgustingly hot, but it’s always Lance’s favorite month for several reasons:

More excuses to get ice cream,

More excuses to hit the beach,

It’s his birthday month,

It’s the month of Harborville Pride.

Pride comes first and Pidge is excited too, because the college town of Harborville might not have much to offer other than the university, but it definitely knows how to put on Pride. The city park becomes crammed with people for days, food trucks lining the streets with picnickers and grills and ultimate frisbee (which Lance is no slouch at). The marina becomes packed with boats. Most importantly, it means Hunk is coming into town for the weekend, so Lance will get to hang out with his two best friends like they used to - stay up late, watch movies, stuff themselves on junk food and Hunk’s homemade cookies.

The day of the parade (the first one, anyway) is a Saturday morning. Lance and Pidge wake up Hunk from where he’s camping on the sofa and they all get dressed, Lance in his blue, pink, and purple sleeveless shirt, Pidge in her black, white and purple hoodie, Hunk in his pink, yellow, and blue tee. Pockets stuffed with small cash bills for funnel cakes and hot dogs, they set off for the town center.

The parade is amazing this year and they have a blast. Lance convinces Pidge and Hunk to be in a selfie with him that he posts to twitter with the caption, “Having a blast at Harborville Pride!!” Lance then puts his phone away and doesn’t really check it for the rest of the day, having too much fun with Pidge and Hunk and all his other friends.

He’s exhausted when he comes home, collapsing into bed. He manages to open twitter and check it one last time before he passes out. His notifications blew up, of course, but one sticks out.

@k_redlion liked your photo

He kicks his feet a little. So it’s out there, Keith’s saw the colors he wore. Was it too forward? Did Lance unintentionally broadcast his crush on twitter? Maybe. Who knows how Keith would take that information. Lance passes out with his phone in his hand.

He’s in a queue for a game in Overwatch with Keith when it comes up again. Lance was casually talking about a band he saw at Pride.

“Sounds like fun,” Keith comments. “Pride sucks here. One tiny parade and then everyone just goes home.”

There’s a record scratch in Lance’s brain. Does that mean…?

“You should come here next year,” Lance says as evenly as he can. “Harborville knows how to party.”

He hears Keith huff a laugh. “Maybe.”

Lance sucks so bad after that, missing all his shots and dying more times than ever. He’s too distracted. Keith goes to Pride. What did that mean? It could mean so many things. He shouldn’t get his hopes up, he really, really shouldn’t.

“You okay?” Keith’s voice comes through his headphones. “You’re sort of sucking tonight.”

Lance feels a wave of hot embarrassment wash over him. “Ugh, yeah, sorry. Guess I’m just tired.”

He stops playing after that, saying goodnight to Keith and resisting the urge to scream at Hunk over discord about it.

Pidge is taking one of her high level classes over the summer so she can graduate in December, so she has little time to hang out with Lance. So he’s bored. A lot. Work at the cafe has slowed down, the only customers he gets are dying for cold brew coffee. He makes a lot of videos, records a lot of comedy Overwatch material, sings some covers of love songs for his channel. He goes to the beach a lot and posts selfies on twitter, making sure to showcase himself while also trying to remember that he has a few thousand followers and he should be careful what he posts. Lance starts playing some free games from Game Jolt for his channel and it gets a good response. His birthday is right around the corner, and though it’s on a Tuesday, Pidge promises to take the night off to celebrate with him. Hunk is going to make the drive in too.

He’s scrolling through twitter on a rainy night when Pidge kicked him out of the living room to spread out her study materials. There’s a photo of Keith smiling softly with Kosmo on his feed and Lance takes a minute to appreciate it, the warm lighting complimenting Keith’s ridiculously attractive cheekbones, Kosmo with his giant tongue hanging out as Keith hugs him. It’s adorable and Lance hits the like button immediately. He’s about to keep scrolling when something catches his eye. Lance sits up and taps the photo, using his fingers to zoom in.

There’s a rainbow bracelet on Keith’s wrist.

It’s almost hidden under Kosmo’s neck fluff but it is absolutely a rainbow, exactly the kind you’d get at Pride and Lance is about to hit the ceiling. It couldn’t be a coincidence. Could it? They’d talked about Pride like three days ago and Keith liked a photo of Lance in his bi shirt and holy shit. Was this a hint? Lance already liked the photo. He could take it back, but he didn’t want to?

Lance rolls around on his bed clutching his phone to his chest for the next ten minutes before opening discord to gush at Hunk yet again. Hunk, apparently, is getting fed up.

Hunk: omg just talk to him!! LanceyLance: i cANT Hunk: Lance you know I love you but this is painful to watch, just ask him out already. please. for me?

But Lance is scared. What if he’s reading too much into this? What if he’s only seeing a connection because he wants there to be one? It wouldn’t be the first time he’s made that blunder, cringing as he remembers Nyma and the huge falling out that resulted from Lance charging in head first. He couldn’t even repair their friendship after that.

He didn’t want to risk losing Keith, too.

July is winding down and it’s almost time for his favorite birthday tradition: an all-day charity livestream. This will be the third year he’s done them, and he’s expecting the response to be even better this year. It takes him a while to decide on a charity - he’s done a children’s hospital, first responders, local charities. Lance spends days trying to decide when it hits him. The next day, he makes the announcement tweet:

Lance! @LancyLance • 2m Hey guys!! Doing a birthday charity livestream on Saturday 7/25, 10am-10pm to benefit Disabled Veterans National Foundation! Will be playing Overwatch, Risk of Rain, Apex Legends and more!!

He goes about his day, feeling pleased. Later he checks twitter and sees that Shiro has retweeted his announcement with a comment, “Make sure to check out my buddy’s livestream next week! This charity means a lot to me.”

And wow does that make his day.

For the next week it’s business as usual. Work at the cafe (his latte art is getting better, but Lance keeps photos of that work sequestered on Instagram), recording videos, singing in Overwatch, playing games with Keith and Hunk. Lance can tell that Hunk is trying to push him to make a move on Keith, but he’s still reluctant. Keith hasn’t really indicated that he’s interested in Lance at all. Sure, they’re casual with each other, but there hasn’t been anything he could classify as “flirting.” Even though he’s opened up, Keith is still stoic as hell and Lance hasn’t figured out how to crack him.

It’s the Saturday of his livestream and Lance is loaded up with snacks, drinks, and everything he needs. He’s set up his room to have a fun backdrop and did his full skincare routine to make sure he looks good for the webcam, he even borrowed some fancy diffuser lights from a friend.

The stream starts and he gets about 30 viewers in the first hour, which is a good start. By noon he’s up to 400 which is insane, and the donation counter keeps going up. He set his goal to a thousand, and it’s looking like he’ll reach it before dinner. Lance takes song requests from viewers and has more than one laughing fit. When he gets into an Overwatch game, he’s thrilled to see Keith there, and shoots him a quick text to make sure it’s cool for Lance to point him out.

Keith (2:18): yeah it’s cool

So Lance introduces Keith and his chat goes nuts. Apparently Keith is crazy popular and Lance can’t help but notice how many declarations of “omg Keith is so hot” are scrolling past. They play a few serious rounds where Keith dominates everyone, then Lance creates a custom server with no cool down time on abilities and zero gravity. He uses it as an opportunity to do more comedy songs. Lance takes a short break, and when he comes back, Keith has signed off. There’s a text on his phone from Keith reading “gotta work on some stuff.”

He’s in voice chat later when some girls come on with mics and they know his channel. They’re thrilled to be in a game with Lance.

“Lance! I love your videos!”

“Sing a song for me, Lance!”

“Lance, I love you! Marry me!”

He laughs at the last one, playing his guitar. It’s not the first time he’s gotten a mock marriage proposal in a game. “Sorry, ladies,” he answers, strumming on his guitar. “I’m afraid my heart is spoken for.” He’s talking about his massive crush on Keith, of course, but no one needs to know that.

There’s some “aww” and “boos” but they don’t actually sound hurt, so Lance keeps going. He switches to Apex Legends which he’s spectacularly bad at, but he still has fun. By seven that evening, they’ve met their goal of one thousand dollars, but Lance encourages people to keep donating.

He’s exhausted by the end of it, but at 9:50pm Lance does his exit speech, thanking everyone who donated, thanking his friends who played with him, and taking a second to thank Keith by name. He hopes Keith is still watching.

Lance falls into his bed and sends a quick text to Keith to thank him. He doesn’t get a response.

CONTINUED IN PART 4

#youtuber AU #klance #text

889 notes · View notes

dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years ago

Text

Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 53... I like never split birth chapters but this was getting too ling

As they saying goes “time waits for no man”, and Lance was that man. He wasn’t sure where their time had gone. After Keith’s birthday, and after finding their fur son in a food coma on the front veranda, time had seemed to slip through his fingers. The Cuban barely remembered most of Keith’s birthday, only that his husband had been happy, which was of course the main thing. Kosmo had been happy too. Pidge and Coran had brought extra supplies with them, but instead of using flip lock cases, they’d used normal packing cases which weren’t Kosmo proof. After breaking into them, their fur son had eaten his weight in rations. Not found until Curtis had gone hunting for them. Seeing they hadn’t had that much time to catch up, due to him being incredibly tired, Pidge and Coran had stayed the night, then left with Krolia in the morning. After that the following week passed so fast he wasn’t sure they’d been an actual week in there. Curtis, unfortunately wasn’t allowed longer leave, so had taken to commuting back and forth from the Garrison, working on some Earth project for the coalition. He’d had to work Halloween, leaving both he and Keith alone and unsupervised for the night. Normally not one to be overly jumpy or squeamish in the face of a good horror movie, Keith had ended up wearing most of their popcorn as they cuddled on the sofa. Every scene seemed to either make him jump or bring him to tears, even when the character they’d been making bets on died. Spending the alone time with Keith was nice, and frustrating. Curtis acted like a father, keeping them level headed over the simple things such as doing the washing. Keith tried his hardest, but Lance found himself screaming at him when his husband accidentally turned their sheets mucky grey thanks to a wrongly placed black shirt. He didn’t mean to be short with Keith. He really didn’t. Keith meant no harm. He was trying his hardest to look after him, and being the heathen that he was, wasn’t used to separating colours from whites. No. It wasn’t Keith he was mad at, not truly. He was mad at himself. He was over being pregnant. He was over the hormones. He was over the ups and downs. He was over being unbalanced and sore. He was over the wacky dreams, and the even worse nightmares. He’d been murder by a flock of ducks in a particularly weird dream. Keith had laughed way too much over it while Lance had sobbed out his new hatred for them. He was over crying. Over his breasts aching and leaking. Over his need to either fuck Keith or sleep with pretty much no in between. Over... pretty much everything. He wanted his sons out... and felt terrible for wanting that. They needed to stay in him as long as possible. They needed to develop further for their best chance in life. Keith tried to help. Curtis too. “Red” had come back into play more often than before. He found himself almost constantly confused, wandering around the cabin because he’d forgotten what he was doing. After Keith’s birthday and with Curtis’s return to work, they’d picked a date to head to Erathus in a months time, it was now two weeks after Keith’s birthday and Lance was trying his hardest not to be thoroughly miserable. * Watching Lance as he dozed in his arms, Keith was exhausted. He wasn’t sure Lance remembered that Shiro was coming home with Curtis that day, not when they’d wound up having sex on the couch for the second time that day. Keith would never complain about sex with his husband, he just wished that Lance was awake longer afterwards so they could cuddle properly. He also wished his husband didn’t smell so amazing all of the time. His instincts had gone crazy. One of Curtis’s shirts had wound up in their washing. The offending item was promptly thrown out the window to rid himself of the man’s scent. When Curtis had returned Keith had to rather sheepishly explain to him why his shirt was outside, as well as the fact he couldn’t seem to stop growling each time Curtis approached his husband. It was getting beyond a joke. He’d been making their bed a couple of days ago when Lance came to tell him that Curtis had finished cooking dinner. The pillow in his hands torn in two as his Galra side flared thanks to his dumb instincts. He didn’t get why he was so on edge. He’d finally gotten Lance to agree to return to Erathus. Kissing Lance’s sweat damp hair, his husband let out a nasally snore. He wasn’t sure that Lance even realised the reason Shiro was coming was so they could pack and leave this little bubble of paradise. His husband was clearly miserable in his current state. He knew Lance loved their boys, but he also knew his husband was quiznakking over being pregnant. He’d yelled as much in his face. When they weren’t fighting there’d been a few sweet moments. They’d made more than one meal where they hadn’t set the kitchen on fire, or burned what they were trying to make into a charred lump. He’d made Lance throw up once, another win in his books as he wasn’t responsible for Lance’s reaction to the “smelly mushrooms” he’d been frying in the pan. The pan and the mushrooms being literally thrown out the door, not that that had helped. The smell had flooded through the cabin. Taking what Lance deemed edible, they’d sat on the back side of the cabin’s veranda where it was free from stench. Once the nausea had settled Lance was able to laugh over what had happened, their meal long since cold by the time they remembered to actually eat. It’s been nice simply sitting outside, next to each other. Especially when the weather had been so miserable of late as winter rolled in. Keith was nervous that they’d end up trapped in the cabin, or worse for Lance, his husband would have to give birth on Earth. Their plan was Erathus, with the obstetrician that Lance knew trusted. If he needed accomodation Th’al could put him up at the Gilded Cage, not that he intended to leave Lance’s side. He just wasn’t sure if he’d be allowed to be there during the procedure. Plus, being on Erathus meant not risking the human staff of the Garrison thanks to his instincts or his Galra side. Once the procedure had been scheduled he’d also contact Mami and Daehra to let them know what was happening. Mami was a force to be reckoned with when it came to Lance and his health. He held no doubts that his mother-in-law would bully them into letting him be there to hold his husband’s hand. Keith was still terrified about the coming birth and the potential complications, but there wasn’t anything he could do to change a single thing. The hospital staff would take care of Lance physically, leaving him to be the stability for his husband, like Lance had been a hundred times for him. Holding Lance, his own eyes started to droop. He’d become a house husband, there was no denying it. Rainy days now didn’t mean that he couldn’t train, instead they seemed to be made for cuddling Lance as they watched some B-grade TV, before they banged it out on the sofa then cuddled up while Lance napped. Letting himself start to drift off, he said a small prayer that they wouldn’t be found like this. Dinner had been missed by their napping, no signs of Curtis or Shiro as it pushed on 7pm. Lance had roused a few hours later with the need to pee. The weather outside turning stormy maybe half an hour after he’d woken. Trying to coax Lance into eating, his husband shook his head, indigestion hurting too much to try eating. Keith got that it sucked balls for his husband, but that didn’t mean he liked Lance skipping meals as if it was the perfectly natural thing to do. Nor was he confident about his cooking skills without supervision by his husband. He was getting better, Lance was happier to direct him than to do the actual cooking. So when it fell on the nights that Curtis wasn’t there, he was proud to be able to cook for his husband, although he was nowhere up to Mami’s standards Lance still usually ate what he created. Making dinner for the four of them felt lacking when his husband wouldn’t eat it. He knew Shiro would crack a joke about his terrible cooking, and “if it was edible”, once he finally got to the cabin... he just didn’t know when that would be. When midnight passed without Shiro or Curtis returning, Keith dragged himself off the sofa to join Lance in their bed. Forced to climb under 6 blankets plus the knitted blanket gifted to them by Lance’s abeula which proudly laid over the ridiculous pile, it was a sauna before he even curled around Lance. He didn’t want to hurt Lance’s feelings but every-time he remade there bed, he’d always only put one or two blankets on, then Lance’s beloved knitted blanket brought by Krolia and hidden in the things she’d packed up for them. Then Lance would come along and smoother their bed with his blankets, especially in the last week. His husband kept stealing cushions froze around the cabin, as well as his dirty shirts, working to layer them through the blankets carefully. He’d been in trouble for stealing them back, then had learned his lesson that maybe he’d have to let Lance have this because he couldn’t stand seeing how guilty his husband was after being caught. Keith simply didn’t understand why they needed so many blankets on their bed, nor why Lance needed his scent all over him all of the time, when being cuddled up to him should have left plenty of smell on Lance’s soft skin. Nuzzling into his husband’s shoulder, Keith let the tension of waiting for Shiro slip away as he breathed in Lance’s sweet scent. He couldn’t do anything about his brother and Curtis not being there, so everything would have to wait until tomorrow. * Keith woke late, a habit he’d fallen into due to Lance usually taking a few hours to finally fall asleep properly for the night. The storm from the previous day lashed the walls of the cabin, run bucketing down with the cold grey overcast sky bathing everything in dark shadows. Grumbling to himself, his sweats and singlet were glued to him with sweat. His skin felt itch where Kosmo’s fur decided it needed to stick to him, said fur son far too spoilt by Lance to sleep anywhere except on their bed where Lance would always attempt to make himself small enough for the three of them to fit. Climbing out of their bed Keith left the blankets pulled back to air out the dampness, the lack of Lance there for their morning cuddles was annoying. If he was going to swelter, he at least deserved his slow morning kisses with his sleepy husband. Fuck it. Lance was probably sleeping on the sofa. He’d just have to wait until then for them. Opting to shower and some fresh clothes before heading out to the living room, Keith found himself to be the last one up. Shiro was nursing a cup of coffee. Shooting him a tired smile, his brother raised his mug at him “Look who’s awake. We got the plates you left out for us. Lance said you cooked?” “Yeah... what time did you two get in?” “About 3. The rain washed out part of the path here. Kosmo found us before we could get any further lost” “The path was washed out?” “Part of it. We thought about sleeping in the pod for the night, but we didn’t know how you two were, or if you still had power” Padding softly over to the kitchen, Keith poured himself a coffee. Over on the sofa, Lance was leaning against Curtis. He hadn’t meant to scowl at the sight, but that was his husband who was supposed to have been in bed with him “Don’t be like that. He came out about an hour ago, asked Curtis for some paracetamol for his back, then fell asleep again” Shooting Shiro an annoyed look, his brother had no idea why he was actually cranky. Ok. So he was kind of jealous... No... He was a lot jealous. Forcing himself to take half a dozen deep breaths, Shiro rather annoyingly watched on “Don’t give me that. You have no idea how stupid my instincts have been lately” “I have some idea. Curtis let me know” “Of course he did” Mumbling bitterly, Keith forgot the sugar and milk in his coffee. The black liquid completely unappealing as he glared at it “He’s worried about you” “He doesn’t need to be” “Keith...” “Not now. I want to check on Lance” “Let him sleep” Growling involuntarily, Shiro raised an eyebrow at the sound. He was proving his brother right, that there was something there to be worried about “If he’s...” Keith trailed off, not sure what he wanted to say. If he was in pain why hadn’t he told him? “...He’s been out of it” That wasn’t terribly descriptive, nor did it fill Shiro in on what was going on with him or with Lance “What do you mean?” “I... it’s complicated. His back’s been bothering him, and... he... he doesn’t usually wake up and just leave me... if he’s in pain, I want him to tell me. I’ve told him he’s not a burden, but the moment you two come back he’s... with Curtis” “Ah... did you remember to tell him we were coming? He seemed pretty surprised to see us both” Keith nodded “Yeah... that’s... he keeps forgetting things. I’m worried that he’s... that he’s going to go for a walk and forget where he is... I told him more than once you were coming...” “Baby brain is common. He’s got a lot on his mind right now” “I know... I know that... but... he’s been weird in other ways. He keeps putting more and more blankets on our bed. He keeps taking the cushions from the lounge room, then gets upset if I move things around. He’s... he’s over being pregnant, but I don’t think he remembers that we’re supposed to be leaving here soon” Shiro nudged him with his elbow, Keith not sure what that was supposed to mean. His brother didn’t seem as worried as he was, which annoyed his instincts “I’m here now. When he wakes up, we can talk” “Yeah, good luck with that” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “That he’s been constantly tired. He’s up at least half a dozen times before he finally falls asleep. He’s been... affectionate, then all he wants to do is sleep. When you try to hold his attention, he starts to doze off” “It does take a lot of energy to grow a baby” Energy... that reminded him “Did you get him to eat? He wouldn’t eat dinner last night” “No. He asked for some paracetamol then went to sleep” “So he hasn’t eaten in the last twelve hours...” Outside the cabin the thunder boomed so loud the windows shook. Keith wasn’t surprised when Lance woke with a scared cry. Taking his coffee mug before he could drop it, Shiro laughed at the way Keith rushed over to his husband as if they hadn’t been mid-conversation. Sitting hunched forward with his hands on his belly, Lance seemed pained. Knowing his instincts were messed up, Curtis climbed over the back of the sofa to give Keith his seat. Keith felt bad over the gesture for all of half a second before he was claiming his spot and cuddling into his husband. Whimpering softly, Lance’s hands went from his stomach to his ears as the thunder boomed again. As much as he wished Lance wasn’t scared of the thunder, he found it adorable the way he covered his ears and scrunched his eyes up. Looping his arm around his waist, Keith held him tight, nuzzling and kissing his hair until his husband lowered his hands and turned his gaze to him “Keith?” “I’m here, babe. It’s just a little bit of thunder” “I don’t feel very good” Lance didn’t look particularly well either. His scent smelt funny in a way Keith couldn’t put his finger on, while his brow was dotted with beads of sweat “Do you feel sick in the stomach?” “Hurts” “Your stomach hurts?” Lance nodded, then buried his face against Keith’s neck. His husband’s hands weakly gripping his shirt, as he shook “And my back...” “Should we get up and move a bit?” “Hurts” “Did you want to take a shower then?” “I did last night” “You has a shower last night? While I was sleeping?” “I felt gross last night... they hurt” “What hurts, baby? The twins?” “Feels... like fake contractions but these hurt...” Keith furrowed his brow. He had to keep his husband calm. Lance wasn’t due yet, so they couldn’t be actual contractions. He’d had false contractions. Some had been painful, though the mostly seemed to be “annoying” more than anything. Lance conveniently not telling him then telling him as if he already had. The jury was still out on whether Lance had “forgotten” or forgotten as in actually unintentionally forgotten. He had mentioned them before so maybe they lingered? He didn’t know how this worked! He was still busy being quietly mad that he missed out on his cuddles “It’s probably the pain from your back. I know it hurts, but we need to get the pressure off your back for now. You’re probably not feeling great from not eating either, you’ve got to try and eat for me this morning” “I feel gross... my stomach feels gross” “I know. Even if it’s only a ration bar, you need something in your stomach” “I don’t want to eat...” “Babe, you need to eat. Just a little bit, please, for me?” Lance wouldn’t deny him, not if it was for him, no matter how badly he felt “But it’s hurts...” “I know... I know. Here, babe. Here, come on... up you get” Leaning heavily against him, Lance had his right arm slung over his shoulder with his left on his stomach. Curtis and Shiro were hovering behind the kitchen counter watching them. Shiro was trying to ask him what they were doing, but it’s not like Keith had any idea. His hands were on Lance’s hips as they swayed. Lance had his face against his shoulder, and this whole moving thing didn’t seem to be helping. Curtis was the one who designed their rehabilitation plan. He didn’t know these movement exercises. He couldn’t dance. He didn’t know how to dance... and this kind of felt a lot like dancing. For last minute he’d been trying to tap out an “S.O.S” on Lance’s hip, only he didn’t know Morse code by heart so had no idea if he was calling for help or simply tapping on Lance’s hip to some invisible tune in time with this slow dance. Whatever it was, it wasn’t working. He was seriously starting to freak out... He couldn’t freak out with Lance in his arms. Lance would smell his panic, and that’d spur his panic... quiznak... he’d have to try mouthing and hope they didn’t think he was swearing. Mouthing at Curtis and Shiro, it was then that Keith decided the pair of them were as dense as the trees that made the walls of the cabin. Lance seemed to notice something was wrong. His husband whimpering as he stopped moving “I know. Curtis is going to swap with me. I’m going to get you something for the pain” “Don’t... let me go...” “I’m not. Hey, I’m not... Curtis!” Hissing Curtis’s name, Curtis got his shit together. Striding over to them he was in time for Lance’s eyes to widen, his husband’s hands flying up to grab his shoulders. Keith had hit a new level of confusion. Something was wrong with his husband. Lance had lost all the colour in his face, and his wide eyes were actually scary... His marks were glowing brighter than Keith remembered, his lips had formed a silent “oh”. Shiro seemed to know something was up though. Unlike his boyfriend, Shiro jumped the counter, coming up behind Lance and taking him by the hips “Lance...” Someone had to tell him what the hell was going on here. Looking down then back up, the back down, then back up, Lance’s eyes were still wide as he locked eyes with Keith “I think my water just broke... It can’t... it... I...” As Lance’s knees buckled in shock, Shiro held him up. Keith blinking rapidly as he didn’t know what to do, blurting out “Are you sure you didn’t wet yourself?” “Keith, nows not the time. Lance, are you sure?” Keith shot Shiro a glare. Why was it fine for him to ask that, but not Keith? “Felt it...” Interjecting rather loudly and with a squeaky pitch, Curtis’s tone kind of sounded how Keith’s heart felt... absolutely quiznakking scared out of his mind “Bathroom? You should take him to the bathroom. We should take him to the bathroom. Keith... we should take him to the bathroom. Lance... bathroom. I mean. We bathroom should go. No. That’s... Shiro?” Curtis couldn’t panic! He needed... he needed a more adult adult! Lance wasn’t supposed to be in labour... nope. No... his husband had to have it wrong. All this pain... and all this contraction like pain. Nope. Not contractions. No. No. He wasn’t due. Babies came... they were supposed to come when they’re due. His husband wasn’t due “Keith and I will take Lance to the bathroom. You check the weather. If it’s like this morning, we might not be able to get him out of here safely” It was then that Keith’s eyes rolled back, the half-Galra unconscious before Curtis could catch him. Keith landing on the floor with a hard thud, Lance screaming his name. Shiro stopping him from falling with Keith and Curtis’s foot was trapped under Keith’s back with his hands still out. * Shiro was lucky to still have his testicles. Lance wasn’t feeling particularly loving towards anyone. Not his husband who’d fainted. Not Shiro who insisted he needed to check the symptoms of labour, then tick them off with him... after he insisted on checking his underwear because apparently mucus plugs were a thing, and Shiro needed to check his underwear in case there was blood or gunk. There’d been blood in the night. He’d been up way too many times after Keith fell asleep. He assumed the blobby gunk was from constipation seeing he’d been back and forth after he’d finally gone. Had he know it was labour pains, he would have said something. He thought the quiznakking cramps were simply from the twins moving into place and over indulging in his husband. Stripped down to his black boxer briefs and bra under an ill fitting bathrobe, Lance was waddle-pacing the living area cursing Keith and cursing the powers that be that created contractions. Curtis had tried to suggest that he woke through some exercises until they could sort out some way of leaving the cabin. No one was going to venture flying when there was a hurricane right outside the door. Not that he actually knew if it was a hurricane, and not a fleet of Glara ships firing down on their tiny position, because that was what it felt like. The whole cabin was shaking. The lights had begun flickering. Rain was lashing the windows so hard it seemed they’d shatter. The wind sounded as if it was screaming out his internal discomfort. And he was honestly scared as quiznak over it all. When Shiro had tried to touch him, his fear level pushed him to the point of vomiting though his stomach was empty from not having eaten before his water broke. Mami had told him that it wasn’t always a gush, sometimes it was slow trickle, or sometimes it didn’t happen until just before the baby came out. Lance didn’t know what to call the feeling. Saying it felt like a very small balloon popping in his butt was kind of what was happening. There’d been no real pressure then a great bursting. No, he supposed it was more like popping a pimple. One of those kind of pimples where the gunk shot out as it made a tiny noise. Whatever it was, he wasn’t impressed. He wasn’t supposed to be in labour. He was supposed to be on Erathus. He was supposed to be in an operating room. He wasn’t supposed to be watching as Shiro and Curtis became more and more agitated. Lance had moved to leaning against the sofa, when Keith decided to wake his arse up. His arms were crossed with his head resting on them. Keith woke himself up with a start. Feeling not particularly sympathetic, there was a slight urge to maim him, or at least shoot him in the foot for what his husband and his monsterous dick had done to him. His contractions were only getting worse as his underwear grew wetter. His breasts were killing him with the feeling of pressure in his chest, as was the effect of gravity on his stomach. Having found a position that didn’t send pain radiating down his legs, he was hesitant to move as he concentrated on his breathing. Breathing could go fuck it’s self too... everything below his breasts hurt... He didn’t want to be touched. He didn’t want to keep standing. He didn’t want to sit down and he didn’t want to be in labour. “Babe?” Staring up at him, Keith could take that concerned expression and stuff it where the sun didn’t shine. So why was it the moment their gaze me that he wanted Keith to get his arse off the sofa and hold him. Grunting as another contraction hit, he was thoroughly done with them as his the noise warbled off into a pained whine. This was third in the last hour and he was over it. He was over all of it. Shiro and Curtis weren’t even trying to help. No. They were standing off there whispering annoyingly “K-Keith...” Keith moved his left hand to rub the back of his head “What happened?” “You fucking fainted!” How could the arsehole not remember fainting on him? He wasn’t the one in labour! What did he have to faint about?! “Did I?” “Yes, you douche!” Too bad if Keith didn’t understand why he was cranky, he had no right to faint when he needed him “Babe...” Keith pushed himself up with a groan, his husband looking pale. Climbing up to his feet, Kosmo trotted to his side, nosing at his hand. Keith staggering as if drunk “You’re... you... are you?” His husband was still trying to do the comprehend. Not that Lance knew how to comprehend. He didn’t know what he wanted. He didn’t know what he didn’t want. He didn’t know what he was thinking... He didn’t know... He was scared and Keith had finally woken up. He was livid, snapping then immediately regretting it “Try to touch me and I will rip your fucking dick off... I’m sorry. I don’t mean that... Keith...” Gasping his husband’s name, Keith finally did what Lance wanted. His husband finally wrapped his arms around him, with Lance caving into the touch “How bad?” Worse than that time they all came down with food poisoning. Worse than that time he’d miscarried before he even knew he actually carrying. His body pains receptors seemed all kinds of fucked up. He wanted to say all that but the words didn’t quite want to work for him “Worse than... when I... I don’t know how to describe it...” Kissing his hair, Keith made a soft trilling noise as if to soothe him. His body deciding that now would be the perfect time for arousal to start snaking it’s unwanted tendrils through his groin, Keith misinterpreting his groan of annoyance “I’m here. I’m here... You’re doing so good for me, babe. So good. Shiro, what’s the ETA on getting out of here” Thank quiznak Keith had the bravery to ask that. All Lance’s bravery seemed to have deserted him the moment Shiro decided he needed no privacy. “About that...” Lance’s stomach dropped. “About that...” never went well when he needed it to “I got through to the Garrison, but the storm’s caused issues in town, so they have teams working there to prevent more accidents and linedowns... they’ve grounded their ships until it lessens” “You mean we’re stuck here” “For the next 4 hours at least. I’ve been reading on how to lessen the labour pains. They recommend squatting” Not keeping with the script another contraction decided to roll through his belly, as if to remind him they’d still be here in another four hours. Clutching Keith with a bruising force, he let himself sob out the pain “I don’t think that’s going to work, Shiro. He’s... he’s in so much pain that I can taste it in his scent” “They also said you can try orgasming to loosen the muscles. Massing you lower back. A warm shower... Nipple stimulation will speed the labour up... moving and taking your mind off it. Maybe doing something else to distract yourself... We should check to see how dilated he is...” Shiro could take his “orgasm and dilation” and stick up his own arse, preferably with his robotic arm. Maybe then he’d understand how fucking miserably Lance currently felt. His body wasn’t born for this. It didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to do... “Babe, what do you want to do?” If those were his options, he’d take showering... and maybe a massage. Shiro was clearly reading off some site he’d found. But he didn’t want to shower too soon and have nothing to do... “Massage? I don’t know... it wasn’t supposed to be like this” Kissing his hair again, Keith was completely unaware how much things more bearable things were now he was awake. The anger he’d felt had ebbed away. Keith... Keith wouldn’t have made him strip and show him his underwear. He would have let him do only what he was comfortable doing. He would have let him do it himself. He wouldn’t have forced comfort on him trying to hide his panic, nor made him feel like he had to accept their concern “I know. I know... but we’ll get through this until we get a lift out of here. Let’s go to the bathroom, it’s not much but I can use some of the moisturiser. Can you guys heat up some heat packs for his back?” Curtis called out something that must have been yes, because the next thing he knew he was being supported by Keith away from the comfort of the sofa and off to the bathroom. * Keith would swear to anyone who asked that he had the purest of intentions when led Lance into the bathroom. His husband was scared to quiznak over being in labour, and he wasn’t that far away from him. This wasn’t there birth plan. Not that they had a solid birth plan in place, but if they had, it definitely wasn’t Lance being in labour in the middle of nowhere with no idea how his husband was going to give birth. The lame excuse that the Garrison had given Shiro showed they couldn’t care less for Lance and his pregnancy, Keith feeling a particularly strong urge to rob Iverson of whatever sight was left in his other eye. Rutting between his husband’s legs, Keith’s hands worked Lance’s breasts, with Lance a weeping mess as Keith fucked between his squeezed together thighs. The massage had started innocently enough. Keith clumsy as he squeezed too much moisturiser into his hands then dropped the tube on the floor. The feel of his hands against his back had his husband screaming with the initial contact, too tender to take more than fingertips across the small stretch marks, as his love tried to be strong. The massage hadn’t relaxed him as much as Keith had hoped it would. That wasn’t to say he hadn’t given Lance the most thorough massage of his life, as he worked from fingertips through to the heels of his palms. It was all to do with the fact he couldn’t relax due to the pain and fear. When his husband had finally given him permission to check to see if he was indeed dilated, Keith had cringed at the twitching of the taunt ring of muscle. His husband’s body was preparing to give birth through his arse, his entrance wet and slick, loose as he’d already opened Lance slowly with his fingers and tongue. Trying to keep a cool head went out the window, his finger sliding up from Lance’s taint, gathering wetness before he pushed the tip in, a second finger fitting with ease, as his husband let out a long string of Spanish. Keith just wanted to help in any way possible, even if that meant non-penetrative sex when they were both freaking the fuck out over him being in labour. The pressure baring down on his prostate had his husband stuck in a state of arousal that was only upsetting Lance because he felt he was supposed to be ashamed of being aroused. That he was doing something dirty and wrong by letting himself be touched. Loving Lance’s body had worked far better than words when it came to reassurance. His husband didn’t have to say “he felt like a freak” for Keith to know that every bit of self-consciousness over his current state had reared it’s ugly head. He’d blushed so hard admitting his chest hurt from the pressure build up there, unable to meet Keith’s eyes as he mumbled the confession. He could see the shame and guilt in Lance’s blue eyes, in the way he’d bitten the corner of his lip bloody as he tried to stop himself from whimpering, or groaning, through each contraction. There was no need for Lance to be quiet. Curtis already thought they were banging in the bathroom from the amount of moaning Lance had done during the massage, if Shiro was making those kind of pained noises, the sound akin to what you’d expect from wounded animal slowly dying in a horrific trap, then his brother and his boyfriend were definitely not doing it right. Keith had told him it was safe, Lance still wearing his underwear and the robe he’d been lent, yet Curtis had still thrown the heat pads on to the bathroom counter as he peaked between the fingers covering his eyes. The worst he would have seen was Lance’s bra unclipped at the front, with Keith’s hands on his lower back. Moaning out his name, the wetness between Lance’s legs nearly drowned the sound out with the wet slapping of skin meeting skin. Sweat beads rolled down Keith’s forehead from his damp fringe. It was wonderfully warm, wet and tight between Lance’s thighs, but they’d been going at it for longer than it’d take if they’d had normal sex “I’m here, baby. Let it go... let it go” Lance shook his head, Keith releasing his left breast to grip Lance’s erection. If he wasn’t exhausted enough for a nap after this, it was going to be a long four hour wait. Pumping him in time with his thrusts, Lance cried out “I...I... ugh... Keith!” “That’s it, babe. Come for me” Lance went boneless as he came down the bathroom counter and Keith’s hand. His scent flooding with relief and giddiness, triggering Keith’s own orgasm. Holding his husband flush up against him, his cum ran in thick pulses down between Lance’s legs. His husband’s full weight in his hold as he milked every drop of cum from him, pressing kisses to his shoulder, Keith babbled out words of praise. Now that he’d finally found release, he hoped his husband’s pains wouldn’t be as severe... Showering with his husband, Lance was next to useless. His release had left him crying softly, allowing him to let out some of those pent up emotions he couldn’t name. He wanted to help clean himself up, but he was nearly next to useless when it came to even attempting to be coordinated, or anything that didn’t involve on heavily leaning against Keith. Keith didn’t mind. By fussing over his lover he kept his mind busy. By fussing over Lance he was able to push down his panic over their current situation. Things could worse. A tree could easily have fallen on the cabin with how severe the gale outside was howling, but they’d so far been spared. They could have been stranded on some strange planet, but instead they were in the safety of a familiar environment. They could have been alone, but instead they had both Shiro and Curtis to help. They’re comms could have been down, leaving them to face this alone, but they had a line to the outside world. Washing him carefully, Keith made sure to check how wide his husband was now. Lance crying out in shock as he slipped three fingers in to the base with relative ease. His lovers insides were smoother and softer than he remembered them ever being. The way he rippled around him sent his mind straight to the gutter. His instincts were haywire, like a compass over a magnetic field. He wanted to sink his teeth in Lance’s nape and make him cry out, while simultaneously locking him away from the world so he could give birth in peace. He wanted to take Lance from the presence of Shiro and Curtis, despite knowing that was quiznakking stupid. The half-Galra wasn’t sure he’d be able to control his second side if Curtis or Shiro were to touch his husband, not when Lance didn’t want their touch either. Keith wasn’t sure if what he was doing was what he was supposed to be doing, he only knew he wanted to do the right thing by Lance, no matter how things progressed.

3 notes · View notes

seasaltcosmos · 5 years ago

Note

SHANCE OR SHEITH HEADCANONS You mIGHt haVE?,,,, N E E D, IM DEPRIVED I HAVENT THOUGHT ABOUT THEM IN SO LONG

SHEITH:

- AT THE GARRISON KEITH USED TO HIDE STRAY CATS IN HIS ROOM AND SHIRO WENT ALONG W IT AND WOULD HELP BRING TREATS N FOOD (it’s actually a big inside joke between me and poof he had a big fluffy gray cat and a tiny black kitten named shiro and keith jr)

- shiro really didn’t start falling for keith till after the blade of marmora episode and didn’t realize he was in love w him till he wakes up in season 7 (I KNOW THIS IS CANON DIVERGENCE AU NOT A HEADCANON BUT SHUT UPPP)

- they love gray rainy days because it’s a perfect excuse to lounge around and do nothing

- (ANGST TIME) keith got the feeling kuron wasn’t his shiro because something just felt...missing. but he kept denying it bc he was THERE. AND HE DIDN’T WANT TO LOSE HIM AGAIN. but then season 6 when he got all corrupted proved him right ;;;

- they have a space honeymoon

SHANCE SHAAAAAAAAAAAAANCE:

- when either shiro or lance have a shitty day they watch disney movies in the dark, their favs are the little mermaid, atlantis and treasure planet. they get big bowls of ice cream and snuggle up on the couch.

- when they get together, lance ends up stealing shiro’s shirts

- shiro can sIIIIIIIIIING BOI CAN HE SING and lance ends up overhearing and is just. IN LOVE.

- lance spoils the fuck out of shiro

- i have a sIMILAR HEADCANON TO THE ANGSTY SHEITH ONE ABOVE but it’s teCHNICALLY AN AU??? and it’s hella aaaaaangst but it’s vice versa. lance ends up falling for kuron and they like, sorta kiss and hold hands but it’s never a sOLID “OH WE’RE DATING”, and shiro never remembers it. ;;; the happy ending is that he ends up remembering and they get together aklsdfabrjew

- size kink

#sheith #shance #THANK YOU ARI

26 notes · View notes

ao3-feedshance · 6 years ago

Text

Rainy Day Candle

by VeePASTA

“Quiet yet ever so bright” was the phrase Lance used to use to describe his and Keith's relationship. They were quiet. Loving but like the gentle flame of a candle. Dark enough to let you sleep at night but bright enough to keep the monsters under the bed away. Flickering brightly as it encompassed the room peacefully. Lance for the first time in a long time was happy. Those three years he spent with Keith was beautifully fulfilling: satisfying an urge he didn't know filling would be so addicting. But then the candle wasn't enough anymore and it was replaced with a bellowing fireplace, and Shiro encompassed the room so much brighter...so much warmer. There was no need for a candle anymore. The flame moved into the pretty little alcove and Shiro encompassed it beautifully. But the candle...the candle was left where it stood. Short little thing, scent burned away, as it had lost its defined shape. But like anything that people grew fond of, it was placed in a cabinet for a rainy day. Thats where Lance was. In the cabinet only used and needed on a rainy day...oh those beautiful and-

Words: 2910, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Adam(side)

Relationships: Lance/Shiro (Voltron), Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Adam/Keith/Shiro (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Heavy Angst, Depressed Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) is a Mess, Lance (Voltron) Angst, Lance (Voltron) Needs a Hug, Unhappy Ending, Cheating, Angst, Tired Lance (Voltron)

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/18730255

#IFTTT #Shance #Shiro #Lance #VLD #Voltron #Ao3 #ao3feed #fic #fanfic

6 notes · View notes

ao3feed-klance · 6 years ago

Text

Rainy Day Candle

read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2J2CD7W

by VeePASTA

Words: 2910, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Adam(side)

Relationships: Lance/Shiro (Voltron), Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Adam/Keith/Shiro (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Heavy Angst, Depressed Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) is a Mess, Lance (Voltron) Angst, Lance (Voltron) Needs a Hug, Unhappy Ending, Cheating, Angst, Tired Lance (Voltron)

read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2J2CD7W

#ao3feed #ao3feed klance

4 notes · View notes

ao3feed-keithshiro · 6 years ago

Text

The Maitre d’ of Marmora

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2GkKNWG

by SineadRivka

Tale as old as time. Celebrity pilot walks into bookstore, wins over bookstore as a safe haven. Bookseller falls in love with celebrity pilot, introduces him to the family restaurant. Cue the celebrity melting into foodie fanboy puddle before he goes and becomes a famous pilot all over again. But this isn't really about how they met. It's about how they grew together after Shiro lost everything and Keith was there to catch him and help him rebuild.

Words: 8431, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Kolivan (Voltron), Gordon Ramsay, Keith's Father (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Ulaz (Voltron), Thace (Voltron), Antok (Voltron), Alton Brown

Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Keith's Father/Krolia (Voltron), Thace/Ulaz (Voltron), Antok/Kolivan (Voltron), Hunk/Pidge (Voltron), Adam/Shiro (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Restaurant, Alternate Universe - Bookstore, Antok/Kolivan if you squint, Keith's dad is Heath, The AU you weren't asking for, The AU you need, Blades of Marmora, Marmora is a restaurant, Coran is quietly badass, chef competitions, i'm not a cook, really i suck at it but this wouldn't let me not write it, background romances, Shiro (Voltron) Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Keith's Dad lives, Keith's Dad has a disability, Canon Disabled Character, Disabled Character, Injury Recovery, Rated T for language, Is this enough tags?, NASA!Shiro, Corporate corruption, Keith (Voltron) is a Mess, culinary school, culinary competitions, first RPF in a while, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, save for a rainy day

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2GkKNWG

#Voltron #Sheith #Shiro/Keith #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic

3 notes · View notes

coolspacequips · 6 years ago

Note

Hey! Sorry you're not feeling the best right now :( but aye, there's always Shance. It's raining so Shiro and Lance are soft,, and cuddling together huddled under blankets. The sound of rain is white noise in the background as the two embrace eachothers presence. Soft Shance man,, I love me some soft stuff,,,,

aw thank you, this hc definitely helped my mood tho

i love this so much...... we all know lance loves the rain, and on those chilly, rainy fall days it just puts him into such a gentle lull. he just wants to curl up in shiros lap and stay, listening to the rain and the sound of shiros heart beating against his ear, bundled up in blankets to cuddle the day away

shiro cant help but to be just unbearably Soft(TM) with lance when he gets into those gentle rainy day moods. most days hes the first one up, following a familiar morning routine, but when he wakes up to a pale gray morning and long limbs wrapped all around him, he knows he wont be getting up anytime soon.

on a perfect day with no obligations and the perfect amount of bite in the air, they could linger for hours, waking up slowly as they exchange sweet little kisses and loving whispers, enjoying the quiet patter outside.

they have to get up eventually, of course, lazily going about their day, having a late breakfast and enjoying each others company. but if shiro stays in any one place for too long he inevitably feels lances arms slip around him, and he just cant bring himself to move away. if he is feeling especially, especially soft he might scoop him up and carry him to the couch to wrap them both up in a fluffy comforter and pamper him with snuggles and kisses apfeojajeo

shiro himself becomes spoiled to this, tho. sometimes a rainy day rolls around and hes the one that just cant keep away, much to lances absolute delight. shiro realizes he hasnt seen lance in some time, and he just kind of gently calls for him in the house, only for lance to come wandering in draped in the blanket from their bed and shiros favorite sweater. he swears he falls in love all over again at the sight lmao, he will not be satisfied until he has kissed lance to his hearts content

long story short, soft sleepy snuggly rainy weather shance is God Tier Content, and they deserve to just spend a care free day basking in each others love and never even feeling the cold bc their hearts are so so warm :’)

#thank u.....!!!!!#i love snuggly shance rip #singulari tea #asks #shance #shiro #lance #hcs #my hcs #hc chatter #i could go on and on and on about this #bc i mean otp snuggles is a bottomless well of soft content #if i think abt them snuggling in a pillow fort #ur gonna catch me crying in the club #singulari-tea #eta just read back over this before i posted and man it's cheesy #hope u guys like it this rly just was the shance mood last night lol

29 notes · View notes

defendorrr · 7 years ago

Text

Voltron Ice Cream Shop Head Cannons

I work at an ice cream place and I love it, I also love voltron so I’m going to combine the two. These are some head cannons about what the voltron crew would be like if they worked at an ice cream place. (Btw the place I work at also sells food and stuff so,, that’s a thing in this to)

Allura:

She actually owns the shop. It is a family business that started with her grandparents, it was past to her parents and now she inherited it

Allura’s parents watch closely over her and help her out at times so she doesn’t bankrupt the place but she’s actually really good with running it

She does all the financial junk and also works with both the ice cream and food parts of the establishment

She knows her way around both the kitchen and ice cream but she’s never stationary, whenever she’s working she’s always hopping from the front(the ice cream part) and the back(the kitchen/food part)

She runs back and forth from the storage room and always refilling and helping her employees out in anyway she can

She also likes to give out the ice cream that employees mess up for free and will let employees take any mess ups home for free

Coran:

He is Allura’s uncle and they’ve always been close and since she wants to try running the company independent from her parents she’ll normally go to Coran for help

Coran helps Allura out, kind of like her advisor, but he knows that Allura is the boss

He also likes to give helpful suggestions to her and she really appreciates it

He also helps with financial stuff and is one of the few people that can unlock the safe and get change

Coran is mainly a kitchen worker, but he knows his way around the ice cream

When the place is really busy he’ll help out by cleaning blenders and restocking things

One of his job to make sure the ice cream and slushy machines are full and if they aren’t he fills them

Coran pretends to get mad when employees come back and steal fries (Lance,,) but he honestly doesn’t care all to much

Hunk:

Kitchen worker obviously

He has a lot of the same responsibilities has Coran( filling machines, cleaning when it’s busy and some restocking)

Hunk loves working the kitchen and takes pride in everything he makes

He’s no good with the ice cream despite Lance’s efforts to teach him the kitchen is definitely his element

Hunk will sometime make supplies runs (buys bananas and other things) he just likes to be helpful

Hunk will also sometimes clean the parking lot (all the seating is outside) and he takes out garbages which everyone else hates doing

Shiro:

Hes the newbie to the place he just started working and is still trying to learn all the ins and outs

Shiro works in the front (ice cream)

He’s really good at making the specialty sundaes but he’s cones are less then prefect

Shiro’s still getting used to register so he’s pretty slow at finding all the items and will have to ask a more experienced coworker of some help

Although he’s a noob at register he’s in second for who gets the most tips while taking orders

He asks a lot of questions and is unsure at times but he really has no reason to be because he’s actually a natural

He’s calm when customers confront him about stupid stuff and always works things out in the end

He likes to make small pleasant comments to customers which makes him a favorite among the regulars

Pidge:

Pidge works with the ice cream

She’s worked there for a while and has everything memorized to the tee if you forgot how to make something ask her and she’ll tell you

She’s helpful it a monotone kind of way she’ll instruct you on how to make something but she won’t actively show you because she’s normally busy working on her own thing

She’s quick with making things and that’s mostly because she’s impatient which is why Allura doesn’t assign her to actively train new employees

Pidge HATES register she knows how to do it but she can only take a few orders before she’s had enough

She hates saying the same junk over and over and it makes her mad when children yell what they want at her

She’s also always has a slushy she loves to drink slushees throughout her shift( lime favor is her favorite)

Lance:

Lance is almost always on register

The people love him he’s first in that who has the most tips because people just can’t get enough of him

He also kind of co-owns the place with Allura (their step siblings because I love that head cannon, okay?) so he kind of does want he wants, with in reason of course

He likes to makes crazy things for him and hunk to try, they’ve made strawberry lemonade, nachos, and other fun things like that

While Lance is primarily in the front he knows his way around the kitchen and helps back there when it’s needed

He also is alway eating the fries

He’s really laid back and just a chill guy to work with, he’ll allow coworkers to make themselves some ice cream and gives them the chance to try whatever crazy things he’s made

He’s really good at training people and unlike Pidge will demonstrate how things are made and also give helpful pointers to make things easier in the long run

He is a master at cones and likes to boast about his beautiful cones to the people he’s working with Pidge likes to rate his cones but Lance normally denies whatever rating she gives

Lance likes to joke around with his coworkers and get them more involved often roping them into small games and playful conversations

He also loves to shout out the orders in ridiculous ways which makes people smile

Overall Lance is the person everyone wants to work with because he’s just a fun person to be around and makes working feel less like working

Keith:

Keith doesn’t actually work at the ice cream shop

He visits often only because his step-brother, Shiro (I know it’s cannon their not related but I don’t care, broganes4life) recently started working there

The reason he goes has nothing to do with the extremely hot guy that’s always on register, yeah that has nothing to do with why he goes

Keith will go to the shop and always get the same exact thing every time, a cherry slushy

Then he would hang around and drink his slushy because he couldn’t drink in on his motorcycle

The shop has these windows that allow you to see into where the employees make the ice cream and Keith normally stands around there messing with Shiro because it was fun to see Shiro get mad at him

On rainy days when the place was less busy Keith would go in and talk with Shiro because Shiro would always complain that rainy days were so boring

He was a chill customer who really didn’t cause any problems except that one time he spill his slushy all over Shiro for almost exposing his secret crush on the register boy

Now for some Klance:

Eventually Lance asked Keith why he didn’t try anything else they had keith told him it was because he’s lactose intolerant

Cue Lance going out of his way to provide those pills for lactose intolerant people, he got Allura to agree to selling them at ten cent a pill, it was hard but Lance wanted to do something for the badass motorcycle guy that was actually pretty fuckin hot

Cue Keith falling more in love when he came in again and found out out lance did

Keith asked what Lance recommended and that’s how they fell into a pattern of Keith coming in and Lance surprising him with random ice cream things to try, somethings were on the menu somethings he made just for Keith

Keith had stressed to Lance since day one is that his stomach couldn’t handle a large amount of ice cream

So when Lance surprises him with this huge mount of ice cream Keith is utterly confused because Lance knows that he couldn’t handle this much

Cue a smiling blushing Lance saying, “Well, maybe we could share it? I mean my shifts over.. so”

This makes Keith equally as red as he nervously agrees, it’s there first date and it’s spent eating ice cream on a local park bench

They eventually get together, Pidge and Shiro like to embarrass them when kieth would come, although Keith is always more embarrassed then Lance

On rainy days Lance and hunk will invite Keith in the back and they’ll watch Disney movies on the tv in the back (I have actually done this lol)

Keith still comes in wanting Lance to surprise him with more things to try, he will try to pay for it but Lance refuses to accept his money, “it’s part of the perks of being the co-owner’s boyfriend”

Keith hates not paying and will try to hand Lance money but Lance will just close the window on him, so Keith will just angrily shove the money in the tip jar and stick his tongue out at Lance

Lance tried to counter act this by taking the tip jar away when he saw Keith coming, which made Keith equally as mad but he wouldn’t give up without a fight

So instead Keith decided that he’d pay for the person behind him, which Lance couldn’t say anything about without sounding like an asshole

Lance let Keith put money in the tip far from that point on

#voltron #voltron headcanons #icecream #ice cream shop au #allura #coran #hunk #shiro #pidge #lance #keith #klance #vld laith #cute fluff #vldicecreamshopau

126 notes · View notes

ao3feed-adashi · 6 years ago

Text

The Maitre d’ of Marmora

read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2GkKNWG

by SineadRivka

Words: 8431, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Keith's Father/Krolia (Voltron), Thace/Ulaz (Voltron), Antok/Kolivan (Voltron), Hunk/Pidge (Voltron), Adam/Shiro (Voltron)

read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2GkKNWG

#ao3feed #ao3feed adashi

1 note · View note

dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years ago

Text

CSUAPR prt 52 start. For those doing the google Lance looks closer to 40 weeks than his 36/37 due to pup size

3 notes · View notes