#silly lancey come back to me

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[[ a small scene for the Gakuen Fantasy thing on my discord ]]

[[ Vane ]]

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You walk down the halls of the now mostly empty campus. Classes have ended for the day and most of the students have gone home if not gone to their clubs for the day. You walk down the empty halls as make your way back to your classroom, having just returned from Principal Lucifer’s office after he gave you fliers to hand out to the students about the next big event for the school.

So you make your return to your classroom, ready to grade some papers for the day, when a wonderful aroma floats down the hall and fills your senses.

It’s a sweet, wonderful aroma — something fresh-baked — and you follow the scent down the hall until you find yourself at the open door of the Home Economics room, specifically Vane’s home economics classroom.

You hadn’t really interacted with Vane — at least not much from your first week here at the school. But he seemed like a really sweet guy from your very brief interactions with each other. He’d greet you or even say a brief hello when you two would pass each other on the way to your respective classrooms — even if your classrooms were in different buildings. He’d chat with you and Lancelot when you happened to join the two of them in the break room. He’d even share his snacks with you whenever he brought any to the break room.

You found Vane standing at the countertop at the front of his classroom, a pensive expression on his handsome face. On the countertop in front of him — and the source of the wonderful aroma — was a freshly baked apple pie.

And, gracious, did it smell divine.

“Oh. If it isn’t ____!” Vane’s voice pulls you from train of thought and your eyes slide from the pie to his smiling face. “What brings you here?” He asks by way of casual conversation.

“Oh. I was just...” You stammer out, vaguely gesturing in the direction of the principal’s office. “Was just coming back from Principal Lucifer’s office... for these.” You show him the fliers in your arms and he laughs.

“Oh those? Right, right. Lancey just stopped by earlier to drop them off for me since I forgot to grab them earlier!” Vane laughs and it’s contagious enough you can’t help but smile as well. “Oh, hey. You mind doing me a favor?” Vane asked as he waves you into the classroom.

You take a tentative step in, and upon seeing his encouraging smile, you join him at the countertop, the smell of freshly baked pie even more inviting. You tuck a strand of hair out of your face, looking towards Vane. Only this close do you realize how much his larger figure towers over you. “How can I help, Vane?” You ask, setting the fliers down on the table.

Vane runs his hand through his blonde hair, a pout on his features. “I’m working on the lesson for tomorrow. I definitely wanna try having the kids bake a pie since they all voted for a dessert, but... I feel like there’s something missing,” Vane grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your eyes follow the movement and you can’t help but notice the way the sleeves, rolled up to his elbows, of his button up almost strain against his thick arms, the top few buttons of his top left undone with a peek of his chest —

Your eyes snap back up to his face.

“Would you mind trying it for me?” Vane requests and you’re not too sure when or where he grabbed a fork while you were daydreaming, but you catch him slicing up a small piece of the apple pie with the fork before offering it to you, holding it to your mouth.

Option 1: (let him feed you)

Option 2: (take the fork from him)

(If you chose option 1)

You part your lips and close them again over the fork, letting Vane feed you. You pull back and Vane laughs a little, looking quite pleased — and you may be imagining things but perhaps his cheeks are coloring pink.

But you choose to ignore that and the fluttering in your stomach and instead focus on chewing the food in your mouth.

(Go to Continue 1)

(If you chose option 2)

It seems a little silly to let someone else feed you when you’re both adults, so you gingerly take the fork from him and feed yourself.

You sneak a glance at Vane for only a split second while chewing and you think you see a small pout on Vane’s lips but it’s gone from his face when you look back at him to confirm so. So instead you focus on chewing the food in your mouth.

(Continue 1)

And the food tastes as divine as it smells.

It’s not too sweet. The pie crust isn’t wet and has a bit of crunch to it. There’s a faint cinnamon taste that isn’t overbearing and the crystallized sugar baked to the top of the pie crust add a pleasant change in texture as well.

“So?” Vane’s voice brings you from your thoughts, a nervous smile on his lips. “How is it?”

“It’s really good!” You praise once you swallow your food.

He grins. “Really?” Vane laughs and rubs the back of his head. “Hahah, that makes me really happy to hear,” he admits sheepishly.

Vane looks to the pie then back to you before holding his hand out to you. You place the fork in his hand and he takes it gratefully, cutting a piece of pie for himself before eating it. He chews thoughtfully, his eyes closed in concentration. His eyes flutter open and he turns his attention back to you.

“You really don’t think there’s anything missing from it, ____?” He asks again.

You shake your head. “Not at all, Vane! It tastes really wonderful!” You give him a reassuring smile. “It’s really good. It tastes like something you find at a really nice restaurant,” you praise.

He grins then. “Thanks, ____.”

“I didn’t know you could bake so well,” you comment.

“Well I am a home ec teacher,” Vane says with a cheeky grin. Then, he rubs the side of his neck sheepishly. “Although... Beatrix does have me beat when it comes to desserts,” he says with a laugh.

“Don’t say that, Vane. You’re really good at baking too,” you tell him.

His smile turns soft. “Thanks, ____. Guess I’ll stick with the pie for tomorrow’s lesson,” he decides with a nod of his head. His pretty blue eyes turn to you and he grins. “I’ll be sure to save you a slice of it tomorrow,” he tells you.

You can’t help but smile brightly. “Thanks, Vane. I’m looking forward to it,” you say.

He laughs heartily, seeming much more at ease. “No worries! It’s the least I could do for you helping me out!” He gives you a friendly clap on the shoulder and he definitely is as strong as he looks.

You laugh, trying to shake off the lingering sting on your shoulder, and collect your papers. “Thanks for all your help, ____. I’ll see you later,” Vane tells you with a smile.

You nod, giving him a smile of your own. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Vane.” You leave his classroom as he waves you off and you can’t help but be a little excited for the coming days at this school.

[kirishwima]

“I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.” Lance to Keith maybe? B) but anything is fine

you know just what to send to break my heart now don’t you? B))

Hope you like it!

From these prompts

*****

There’s something about looking at old photographs.It’s not tangible, it’s not an emotion you can really describe.

Keith would call it nostalgia, but it’s not, not really.

There’s nothing nostalgic in the photos where he stands alone, a pouty child that doesn’t look to the lens, the person behind it not catching his interest, not meeting his gaze.

There’s nothing nostalgic in the photographs he sent to his brother Shiro in his high school years, sitting behind a desk with bloodshot eyes and cigarettes roughly hidden in the background, photographs captured and sent only to prove that he’s alive and as well as he could be when staying alone, when his apartment was always too dark, too quiet. Too lonesome.

He supposes, though, that the feeling changes as he scrolls through his phone, looking to his recent photographs.

It starts slow.

A photograph of him, Shiro, Matt and Pidge, all looking to the camera with tired smiles, after a day of packing and moving; it was the day he and Pidge moved in together to start university, anxiety in their stomachs and a rush on their cheeks.

There’s more, of Pidge trying to reach a cupboard and standing on a chair on her tiptoes. Matt, playing video games with Shiro, his mouth open as if yelling, Shiro smirking as he glares at the screen.

Then come more people.

There’s Allura, her elbow resting cheekily on Shiro’s shoulder, looking to the lens with an effortless beauty, a small smile and a wink. Keith is somewhere in the background, his lips turned into a frown, a pile of books to his side.

Here comes Hunk next, a shy smile and hands forming the victory sign, Keith standing next to him with a neutral expression, Pidge in-between them holding a teddybear that’s the same height as her, the blinking lights of an arcade behind them.

Then there’s Lance.

A blurry photo at first, one he took himself with a casual smile and half lidded eyes, which he then instructed Keith to set as his contact photo.

Another of Lance and Hunk, devilish smirks and a few more with expressions more ridiculous than the other, on a day Keith left them unsupervised with his phone.

There’s a photo of Lance and Keith that Hunk took last year on halloween, dressed as Scully and Mulder, Lance’s height simply unfair in the short black heels he was wearing, his wig falling slightly to the side. Pidge is there too in the back, dressed in a green morph suit with beady black eyes, holding a sign saying ‘I want to believe’.

Keith won’t admit to taking the next few photos.If anyone asks, he’ll insist it wasn’t him that took them, that he doesn’t even know how they ended up on his phone.

But there’s a photo of Lance, his eyes shut and lips parted, his cheek resting on his palm, glasses pushed up and expression serene, half-asleep over a pile of medical books.

Keith only took it to tease him for it after, for falling asleep in the middle of a study session.He never expected his stomach to twist and turn, for his heart to leap, hands shakily begging to go through Lance’s hair, to feel the urge to kiss the silly expression off the boys’ lips.

There came more candid photos after that.Of Lance having coffee, the froth of it sticking to his upper lip like a moustache, one eyebrow arching as he recognises what happened. There’s sunlight hitting his eyes, making them impossibly lighter, his skin molten and expression incredulously adorable.

Lance, with his fingers hidden in his sweater and covering half his face, nose red from the cold, looking to the camera, to Keith with a frown, eyebrows furrowing yet eyes full of emotion.

Lance with his damn grin, showing off white teeth and crinkles by his eyes, glasses resting on his head and pushing tuffs of hair back and away from his face, and then another immediately after, the softest of expressions on his face, his smile small and gentle, an emotion in them Keith can’t pinpoint.

This isn’t love.He can’t let it be love.

Lance is Keith’s friend, has been for years now, and Keith would be lying if he said he didn’t dream of the day he could stand across Lance and tell him what he feels, what the butterflies in his stomach do to him, how his heart threatens to burst each time Lance smiles his way.

But he also knows that whatever it is he has with Lance is fragile, not malleable in the least bit.

He knows Lance, knows how he flirts, how he leans close and winks towards people he finds attractive, with that sly smirk and raising eyebrows, body languid in what he’s conveying.

He knows Lance would never choose him.

With a sigh, he puts his phone down, exiting the photos app, looking to the door of the half-empty coffee shop as the bell chimes over it clink, three figures he’s come to recognise in a crowd slowly entering and coming his way.

Keith nods and smiles, digging his nails in his palms when Lance takes notice of him and his lips turn upwards, a laugh and hello already on his tongue.

Keith can’t lose this.He can’t lose Lance.

Even if the feelings eat him up on the inside.

*****It’s the middle of exam season, the library becoming Keith and Lance’s second home, Pidge and Hunk content to visit every so often and bring the two coffees and snacks, since their exam period is different from theirs; they’re in engineering and Lance and Keith are in medical sciences.

They’ve been at it since morning, gobbling up book after book, information entering and exiting their brains at impossible rates.

It’s around midnight when Lance groans across of him, stretching in his seat before slumping down, his chin hiding into the fabric of his hoodie.

“I’m tired” he exclaimed with a huff, slipping lower and lower into his seat.

“Drink some coffee?” Keith offered, nudging his still warm plastic cup to Lance who accepts is with a pout, bringing it to his lips before coughing and pushing it back to Keith in disgust.

“It’s sweet! It’s so sweet oh my god I feel my pancreas dying-“

Even through his antics Keith laughs, relishing in the way Lance exaggerates and frowns, going as far as to stick his tongue out, looking to the offending coffee with a menace.

“It’s not even that bad” Keith shrugged.“It is the living embodiment of bad” Lance retorted, “how do you even drink this?! It’s so sweet!”

Keith couldn’t prepare for what he’d say next.It was probably because of the fatigue, because of the blurriness in his vision, because of the stars he saw in Lance’s eyes when he turned to face him, big baby blues looking to him, hair tousled and lips pursed.

“You’re sweet.”

Neither of them spoke for a minute, simply looking to one another with wide eyes, Keith realising what he said a little too late.

Lance blinked once, twice, mouth flapping open and close before he looked away, his sleeve-covered knuckles reaching up to hide his face.

“Sweet-I’m-don’t tease me like that” he mumbled.

Keith was about to apologise, before Lance continued, catching him off guard.

“If anything, you’re sweet” he whispered, so quiet it’d be otherwise lost in sound if not for the quietness of the library.

Keith said nothing, choosing instead to gulp and look back to his books, photos of bone and muscle swirling and blending.   , unable to delete the image of Lance’s flustered mind from his memory.

He wished he could have snapped a photo of that expression.He just prayed his mind would never remove it from memory.

*****The instances where Keith’s tongue slipped increased, and so did the times Lance would stare and blush, hiding into the comfort of his sleeves and shaking his head as Keith pondered why he’d just said whatever it is he’d just said.

He wasn’t sure why, but there was something about the way Lance shied away that made his chest grow tight, heartbeat increasing.

Lance was never one to shy away from attention.He relished in the way people called him handsome or smooth, he’d smirk when girls giggled at his jokes, wink to boys who flirted back.

Why would he shy away from a mere comment of Keith’s?

The thoughts ate Keith up inside, to the point where he’d stay up at night, sitting on his windowsill with a dying cigarette, looking to the sky for answers, but to no avail.

He wouldn’t get his answer until a month later, on a lazy night at his apartment when Pidge was out with Matt and Allura.

He was content with staying in for the night, maybe get some work done and play some of the video games Shiro brought with him on his last visit.

It was nearing midnight when his phone buzzed, getting two messages at once.

(1) Pidgetron: “ay keef, im stayin @ alluras tonight. dont burn the house down k”

He sighed and replied a quick ‘OK’, heading to the text under hers.

(1)Lancey Lance: “hey can are u at home?”

That made him sit up from the couch he was laying on, looking intensely to his phone.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He replied hastily, holding his phone in his hand while he walked around the apartment, waiting for a reply.

His phone buzzed soon enough, a few consecutive messages in a row.

(4)Lancey Lance: “can i come over?”(3)Lancey Lance: “its late but i just..”(2)Lancey Lance: “no never mind, its fine”(1)Lancey Lance: “goodnight :)”

Keith clicked his tongue and wasted no time punching in Lance’s number and calling, waiting a few rings until Lance picked up.

“Hey, my favourite Mulletman-“ Lance started, and the hoarseness of his voice, strained with the faked high-pitch happiness made Keith’s stomach churn.

“You can come over, or I’ll come by. What’s better for you?”

He heard Lance’s breath hitch, before returning to the same tone as before.

“It’s about the texts isn’t it-look it’s no big deal, I’m sorry I worried you-“

“Lance, don’t. I know you. You don’t-you don’t have to do this.” He breathed into the phone, moving to the door and already grabbing his coat and motorcycle keys, “I’ll be at your place in 20 minutes. Is Hunk there?”

Lance gulped.“No. He’s at that hiking club weekend camp.”

Keith hummed in response, locking the door and heading down the hallway.“I’ll be there soon.”

Lance said nothing, and that in itself worried Keith.

“See you soon Lance” he said before moving the phone away from his ear.

“…Thanks” he heard Lance say before disconnecting the call.

*****

True to his word, he was there within 15 minutes, standing outside Lance and Hunk’s apartment, waiting for Lance to get to the door.

Lance opened it, and the view of him was something Keith wished he’d never have to see again.

Lance’s eyes were red and puffy, his smile strained and bleary, looking scrawnier than Keith remembered him in his oversized shirt and sweatpants, gait slow and tired.

Keith walked in, and a few minutes later found them on the balcony, looking down to the busy city through the bed of flowers and succulents Hunk and Lance planted on the sill, an ashtray balancing between them.

The times Keith saw Lance smoke were rare. There was the odd time during finals, when the stress got too much and the bitter taste was a welcome distraction. There’s a photo somewhere in Keith’s phone of the sight, Lance’s eyes half-lidded and lips pursed as he blows out smoke, thick lashes posing shadows on his cheekbones.

This time was different.Lance was slow and deliberately quiet, illuminated only by the city lights and occasional red and blue of a passing police car, face taunt and back slumped, elbows resting on the metal bars not covered yet by leaves.

Keith couldn’t take it, being so close but unable to do something, to bring the smile he loved back.

“You know” he started, his breath coming out as misty smoke in the cold air, “we don’t have to talk about it. Not if you don’t want to. But you-you should know that I’ll be here if you need anything okay? I can stay over until Hunk comes back, or I can call Pidge or Allura for you-“

He didn’t get to finish his sentence before he got an armful full of Lance, his hands opening in instinct before coming to rest on Lance’s shaking back, Lance’s head on his chest.

It was short, just enough to feel the warmth of the taller boy before Lance hurriedly pulled back, shaking his head.

“You’re-you’re really too damn good. I don’t deserve you.”

The words made Keith shiver, the way Lance whispered them, the air too tense, the city noise and bustle quieting down for this moment between them.

Lance’s breaths were ragged and shaky as he continued.

“I don’t deserve to love you.”

Keith stared as Lance huffed a laugh while pushing the butt of his cigarette to the ashtray, eyes purposely looking away from him.His smile tugged down, turning into a frown, into gritted teeth as his nose scrunched up and his jaw clenched, tears coloured by street lamps pooling on the sides of his eyes.

Lance rubbed furiously at his face with the back of his sleeve, the sounds of quiet sobs each like a kick to Keith’s chest.

“I-I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death” Lance whispered between cries, curling into himself.

Keith took a step closer, unable to form words, unable to comprehend what he’d just heard.

“It’s been like this for so long and-and I didn’t mean to, I don’t want to ruin this and I know I shouldn’t, and it won’t lead anywhere, but it hurts it hurts so much to keep it a secret for so long and it’s been-“

“Lance-“

“I know you’re the literal perfection and I’m just me and there’s a million reasons you shouldn’t like me back I know that and it’s dumb but-“

“Lance I-“

“I’ve got a messed up head and I cry too much and speak too loud and I’m too insecure and obnoxious and-“

“LANCE!”

His voice cut through their previous whispered conversation, through the barricade Lance had made with his hands in front of his face, his back on the wall and blinking eyes staring to Keith.

Keith took two steps and bridged the distance between them, his hands meeting Lance’s wrists and gently tugging them down, never breaking eye contact.

“I’m gonna kiss you now. Is that okay?”

Lance’s tears stopped, his lips trembling.

“Is that okay?” Keith repeated, waiting stubbornly for an answer.

Lance’s expression was one of frozen shock but he nodded, and that was all the invitation Keith needed before tilting his head up and kissing him, slow and careful, contrasting the way he still held Lance’s wrists in both hands, pinning him against the wall before releasing his hands in favour of cupping his face, rubbing the remainder of his tears with his thumbs.

“I love you. God dammit I’m in love with you, been in love with you for so long” he said between kisses, Lance’s breaths now matching his, “and you tell me we’ve been in love with each other all this time? That we were both too scared to admit it?”

Keith breathed a laugh, his own tears welling up, only different, happier, like anguish being released from his heart.

“Ridiculous. You stand there, trying to tell me you’re not the literal sun in a human form, listing off things I love about you like they’re flaws-“ he rolled his eyes and kissed Lance again until they were both gasping for air, looking to one another, Lance’s eyes still wide and lips parted, Keith’s stare stern and leaving no room for Lance to question his feelings.

“You don’t-when? Since when?”

“I don’t know. I think it’s since the first time we met. It just took a while to realise it.”

“We-we love each other?”

“Yeah, we do” Keith laughed, knocking his forehead onto Lance’s.

“You don’t think I’m not worth it?”

Keith moved back, looking to Lance, Lance with his face flushed despite the winter cold, lips plump and tear lines dried and etched onto his cheeks, palms on the wall to support his shaking legs.

“You’re absolutely worth it. And I’ll be here with you, for you until you realise it. And after that” Keith breathed, his words sincere and  voice shaking, “As long as you want me.”

“You’ll get tired.” Lance retorted.

“Never.”

“I cry a lot.”

“I know.”

“No like, a lot. And I complain. Constantly. And take too long to get ready.”

Keith snorted.“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“And you love me?”

He smiled.“I love you,” he said, “I was scared, I was so damn scared thinking you’d never love me back, trying to convince myself I was fine with us just being friends but-but I can’t. I love you.”

Lance was the one to take a step forward this time, moving from the wall and onto Keith, wrapping him in a bruising hug.

“You smell like smoke.”

They both laughed, the sounds of cityscape returning.

“And you taste like it, but you don’t see me complaining now do you?” Keith smirked, the sarcasm in his tone a trait Lance had managed to rub off onto him.

The laugh that followed is something he could only wish he’d be able to capture on film.

For now he was content to let it ring in his ears for as long as he could let it.

****

A few hours later found them huddled in Lance’s bed, content to look to one another, whispering quiet reassurances and sleepy ‘I love you’s.

Lance went to wrap an arm around Keith’s waist, wincing and sitting back up when his hands made contact with the hem of Keith’s high waisted jeans.

“You-you’re wearing pants!” Lance shrieked.

“Yeah..?” Keith’s cheeks felt like they were on fire. What-what was Lance saying?!

“You are wearing skinny jeans, in bed.” Lance stated, “What the hell Keith?”

Lance moved, leaning out of his bed and reaching for his drawers.“No skinny jeans allowed in bed. Nuh-uh. Here” he grabbed a pair of sweatpants, throwing them to Keith’s chest, “put on something comfortable!”

Keith raised an eyebrow.“Why? They’re pretty comfy, and I don’t have to get up and change in the morning”

The look Lance gave him could only be described as heinous.

“Change, now, or risk spending the night without cuddles.”

Keith didn’t need to be told twice.

****A pair of sweatpants and folded jeans later, Lance was laying in bed, scrolling through his phone, his small giggles and sleepy eyes brighter with the screen’s light, tuffs of hair pushed away from his eyes.

He turned to Keith with a grin when he sat back down on the bed, Lance wasting no time in tugging Keith back down and besides him, phone still in hand.

“A selfie!” He huffed, opening his camera app and turning it to the front-facing lens, “we need a selfie! This is an important event.”

Keith smiled but shook his head.“I look like death.”

“You look handsome as always. I look like death, and I want a selfie”

 Lance pouted, making it impossible for Keith to not kiss the pout off his lips.

He pulled away when he heard the click of a camera.

“Ha!” Lance grinned victoriously, then turned to face the screen as he took one more photo, just in time for Keith to look to the phone with a bemused gaze.

Lance tugged the phone closer to his chest, clicking through the two photos and showing them to Keith.

They were a bit blurry, both of them looking worse for wear, Keith’s cheeks puffed and Lance’s smirk devilish, a glint in his eyes that spelled trouble in the second pic, his eyes blown wide and face half hidden in the first one, Keith’s face turned to the side and lips meeting Lance’s.

“I’m using that as a screensaver” Lance stated.

Keith sleepily hummed, throwing a hand over Lance’s chest.

He made a mental note to tell Lance to send him those photos tomorrow.

After all, they’d have a millions tomorrows to share together from now on.

****

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Paladins in a situation they're not yet s/0 accidentally ends up on a truth serum and spills all their secrets including their crush on said paladin

~Aaah, so much scenarios request! It takes some time to answer all of them tho hehe, anyways here it is!~

Hunk

 • Him and s/o were probably out looking for herbs and spices at that time. That’s when both of them saw some odd looking, but appetizing, types of herbs that they’ve never seen before.

 • Hunk probably grabs it and him and s/o goes back to the castle to test it out.

 • Not actually knowing that the herb that they took had chemicals, similar to ethanol, where it interferes with the brain’s ability to think or act properly.

 • Of course, he and s/o not knowing this, so they put it in anyway.

 • Eventually s/o got curious so they took a small nibble on the herb.

 • Immediately feels drowsy and starts moving around Hunk strangely.

    - “Uh, (y/n), what are you doing?”

    - “Hiii Hunk~~”

 • Hunk eventually realizes (and starts panicking) that the herb was intoxicating his s/o, so he goes to tend to them instead.

    - “Are you okay (y/n)?! How do you feel? Do you need to lie down?”

    - “All I need is you Hunk!~”

 • The boy blinked several times at this. And s/o starts pouring out everything they feel about Hunk, including their crush on him.

    - “You’re so cute Hunk! Hahaha, you’re so silly and adorable it makes me wanna pinch your cheeks! You know I really like you, oh! Did I mention that you’re so cute?!” 

    - “U-uh… I-I… Y-yes, you already did I…”

 • Hunk is probably speechless about the sudden confession, but couldn’t help but feel the same. 

 • Ushers his s/o back to bed, and convinces them to sleep while he goes back and tries to make a drink that will help dissolve the chemical in their body.

 • He’s all giddy and excited about it though, he just couldn’t believe his crush confessed their feelings to him! 

 • Also has his doubts too, “Wait what if they didn’t actually mean it? It might just be the herb! Yeah, it might be it!”

 • Confronts it to his s/o about the confession, not so subtly. 

 • When his s/o admits that they do have feelings for him, he just turns into this stuttering mess, and has trouble trying to tell them his feelings, but all that leaves his mouth is “Oh uhhh… I… Y-yknow (y-y/n), I-I… Uhh…. I … L-like aaa”

 • S/o has to calm him down before he finally gets his feelings across. 

 • Hunk is so giddy about it, and they cuddle. He just couldn’t believe it, is this all a dream?

 • Pure boy is just so happy when he wakes up the next day, and sees s/o right next to him.

Keith

 • It probably happened during one of Coran’s experiment. He and s/o were told to look for a type of herb, the same herb that Hunk found, and bring it to Coran. After handing the herb to the Altean, Coran starts to ground it and carefully place it in a container.

 • He and s/o were just curiously watching by the side, but then Shiro comes and asks for Keith, so Keith leaves s/o for a while. 

 • He and Shiro were probably just talking about something, when some time later, s/o starts walking up to them, but kept tripping on their footing.

    - “(y/n) are you okay?” 

 • Red bean and space dad is concerned and confused. 

    - “Keith! I’ve been looking for youuuuu~” 

 • Notices that s/o starts to act weirdly and clingy all of a sudden. 

 • Keith was taken fully by surprise when his s/o suddenly wraps their arms around him.

 • He then looks at Shiro in question, but sees him with a knowing smirk. Space dad leaves the room with a mischievous grin, “I’ll leave this to you Keith,” 

 • K e i t h  i s  s h o o k

 • Literally does not move as his s/o starts talking with him in a flirty tone, which they never do, and starts talking about their feelings towards him.

    - “You’re so badass and cool Keith! And you’re so hooooot too~”

 • *Keith.exe has stopped working*

 • S/o notices that Keith doesn’t respond to him and starts to think that he doesn’t like them the same way too, so they start crying. 

    - “You don’t like me do you? I knew it! You don’t actually like me,- hicc -” “W-Wait what? N-NO! I didn’t mean to- please stop crying!”

 • Coran finally finds s/o and brings her back to the lab, explaining that he tripped and the gas within the container, which had the herbs, spilled unto s/o and eventually inhales it, intoxicating them. 

 • Coran makes an antidote while s/o is sleeping on the couch, Keith is right there beside them. 

 • Thinks about his s/o’s confession to him recently, and could not help but blush. 

 • Once s/o woke up from their sleep after taking the antidote, they immediately remember the events and apologizes to Keith, still thinking that he doesn’t return the feelings. 

 • Keith was having trouble trying to tell his s/o what he was trying to say, as s/o starts apologizing continuously.

 • Eventually blurts out, “Shut up! I like you too!” 

 • Immediately realizes his sudden outburst, so he says softly this time, “I-I… Like you too.” 

 • S/o is so happy they hug him, to which Keith reluctantly returned. 

 • Keith smiles (wow), as he and s/o eventually gets together. He doesn’t quite show it, but he’s happy at the sudden turn of events. 

Lance

 • Now this one happened where he and s/o were out on the same planet where the herbs were, but in flower form. They both were just outside the castle casually taking a stroll. 

 • Of course, Lance being Lance, flirts with s/o while they stroll, to which they just roll their eyes at. 

 • But then they come across a gorgeous flower, to which they approached steadily. 

 • Lance was just looking around when his s/o suddenly starts sneezing.

    - “You alright there (y/n)? I’d say god bless you, but it looks like he already did.” 

 • Gets concerned when his s/o starts coughing profusely, “Are you okay (y/n)?!” 

 • Notices that s/o starts to act strangely, and sways from side to side as they tried to walk. They suddenly stop, then turning to Lance with a huge grin on their face.

    - “Lancey!!!” “What?”

 • S/o suddenly clings onto him, taking him fully by surprise. 

    - “You’re acting really strange (y/n),” “What?? Reaaaally??” “Yeah really,”

 • Is so confused and becomes a complete blushing mess when his s/o starts firing at him pick up lines which he never thought of before.

    - “Is your daddy a baker? Because you got some nice bunnss!~” 

    - “Hey Lance do you have a map? Because I’m lost in your eyes~~” 

    - “Even if there isn’t gravity in space, I’d still fall for you Lance!~”

 • He could not even think of anything to say back because his s/o starts to confess their feelings towards him, which was something he never expected. 

    - “Lance? (y/n)? Are you two alright?” Shiro asks through the intercom,

    - “U-Uh… Y-yeah! W-were fine.” 

    - “Why is (y/n) blurting out pick up lines?” Shiro questions.

    - “I… I kinda need help here guys…” 

 • He and Shiro had to walk s/o back into the castle while they start talking about Lance, to which space dad just chuckles at. 

 • When they finally reach the castle, Coran starts making the antidote for s/o and lets them sleep for a while.

 • Lance was still a blushing mess after the encounter, he couldn’t believe that his s/o actually returns his feelings! And that they actually do like him! 

 • When he was told that his s/o woke up, he decides to go to them. 

 • S/o is so embarrassed after the incident, and couldn’t even look at Lance properly. 

    - “You should have told me about your feelings (y/n),” “Shut up Lance.”

    - “But you know…. I-I…. I really like you (y/n)… I mean it this time,” 

 • S/o is genuinely happy, knowing that Lance actually likes them back, so the two hug each other.

     - “I like you too Lance.”

Pidge

• Pidge found the same herb earlier than the others, and seeing that it had some weird components which she’ve never seen before, decides to bring it to her room to examine it, thinking that it could have any potential code in it.

 • It was after a mission was completed, and everyone was exhausted after the fight, but Pidge brought the herb to her room and started to test it. 

 • Found out that the herb had chemicals in it where if consumed, interferes with the brain’s neurotransmitters, similar to getting drunk on alcohol. 

 • Decides to further test it, so she brought it the kitchen and mixes it with water just to see what would happen upon contact with liquid. When she sees that nothing happens, she goes to her room go get the rest of her equipment.

 • Although, not knowing that her s/o entered the room in need of a drink, and absentmindedly drank it, still occupied from the thought of the battle earlier.

 • S/o starts to feel drowsy and starts to see double after she drank it though. Pidge comes back and sees her s/o start swaying from side to side.

 • Figured that her s/o drank the glass, she cursed as she ran towards them and asked if they were feeling alright.

 • Out of all the paladins, Pidge knew what kind of effect the herb had when consumed, but she didn’t quite expect her s/o to start talking about her.

    - “Pidge! You little potato! Hehe, watchchu up to?” S/o slurred.

    - “(y/n), you need to sit down and rest while I go find an antidote,” 

    - “What? Nooo, don’t leave me~” 

 • S/o starts to cling onto Pidge and refuses to let go, to which the small teen groaned in frustration. 

    - “(y/n)! Get off me!” 

    - “Never!” 

 • She and s/o were probably stuck together as s/o started cuddling her. 

 • Pidge couldn’t help but stutter as her s/o started to pour out their feelings towards her.

     - “You know Pidge, you’re such a smart and amazing person! I don’t think I can ever be in your standards… -hicc-, you’re just so adorable and small and talented while I can’t do sh*t,”

  • Keith eventually finds her and s/o together, and lifts s/o off of Pidge before carrying them off to Coran where he then gives them the antidote.

 • When her s/o is asleep on the couch, Pidge couldn’t help but think of the recent events that had just occurred.

 • “(y/n) likes me? B-but how? I’m not even that pretty and they still like me?” 

 • When her s/o does wake up, they couldn’t even look at Pidge properly, as they had remembered the recent incident. 

    - “I’m so sorry Pidge. I shouldn’t have done that, and I- oh god.” S/o is just beet red as they try to apologize. 

 • Though they eventually stop apologizing when Pidge hugs them, effectively shutting them up.

    - “I uh… I actually had the same feelings (y/n)… Heh, I didn’t actually thought that you would like me back. Hehe,” 

 • She and s/o starts laughing and giggling about the incident, no longer embarrassed. 

    - “Just don’t drink something out in the open like that next time!” 

Shiro

 • He and his s/o were stationed outside of the castle, on guard just to make sure there were no intruders. The castle was slightly damaged after the fight earlier, and needed some repairs, and seeing that the planet they were on were hostile, they had to be on guard. So he and s/o opted to guard outside the castle.

 • He and s/o were just chatting casually while they were outside, enjoying the view from time to time. 

 • Then s/o spotted an odd looking plant suddenly emerge from the dirt not too far from them. 

    - “What was that?” Shiro asked, barely catching the emerging object from the corner of his eye.

    - “I’ll go check it out,” 

    - “Be careful (y/n).”

 • Stands by while his s/o goes out to inspect the object. 

 • He was immediately alerted when he hears them start to cough and wheeze profusely, and ran towards his s/o. “(y/n)! (y/n) are you okay?!” 

 • Notices his s/o swaying from side to side, and acting strangely. 

 • They trip, though he was able to catch them before they hit the ground.

    - “(y/n) are you alright? What happened to you?” 

    - “Huhh?? Oh hey!! Helloo Shiroo~” 

 • Immediately notices the sudden change of attitude in his s/o, “Are you feeling okay (y/n)?”

    - “I feel great! Especially now that you’re here!” 

 • Space dad froze up when they lean into him, and bury their face in his chest.

 • Decides to bring them back inside the castle, but as he did so, his s/o starts talking to him rather... Suggestively.

 • They eventually tell him along the way their hidden feelings for him. 

 • Shiro is actually surprised at this, but seeing as s/o seems to be intoxicated and started to tell the truth he decides to ask them questions.

 • He’s probably the only one out of all the paladins who actually still strikes up a conversation with their s/o.

 • Doesn’t really want to exploit them too much, so he just opts to ask them random, mundane questions.

    - “So, do you have any place in mind that you’d like to go to?”

    - “Oh! Remember that blue planet which was surrounded by beaches and flowers? I’d like to go there sometimeee~” 

    - “I see...”

 • Will probably use this useful information for the future. 

 • He brings them to Coran, so that he could make the antidote for them. S/o eventually falls asleep in the couch once they take it, Shiro beside them.

 • The only one who is actually calm and collected about the situation unlike the rest of the paladins. 

 • When his s/o wakes up, he confronts them about the previous encounter.

    - “I didn’t know that you actually harboured feelings for me (y/n),”

 • S/o is a complete stuttering and blushing mess as he says this, to which Shiro just chuckles at. 

 • Wraps his arms around them to calm them down. 

    - “What I mean is... I like you too (y/n).”

~Sorry if the paladins might be a little out of character, hehe, there are just a lot of requests flooding in my ask box recently, woot woot!~