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Keith's really smart but doesn't fully understand humor so he'll pretend not to know some pop culture thing or extremely essential piece of knowledge for the bit and everyone takes him seriously and now everyone on the ship thinks he not only doesn't know what Legos are but also didn't know the difference between blue and green until Voltron.
Now... At first, I couldn't whether this was supposed to be a request for me to write until I actually started reading it and my little brain processed the damn thing. So here it is <3
(I may have gone way too off the script but oh well. I really liked it NFKJAN It's short but oh well, whoever wants to use it- go ahead. Have fun!)
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"Keith."
Lance stared back at him with a perplexed, almost offended look in his eyes. The red paladin was almost tempted to stop the act and laugh in his face at how gobsmackingly stupid he looked right now. "Don't be fucking with me right now."
The blue paladin looked so serious and so utterly cute as he stared down at Keith on the floor, "What?" Keith answered, tilting his head a bit as he looked up at Lance.
"Are you colorblind?" He asked, moving closer to him, "Or just actually clueless?"
Keith couldn't help but give out a small chuckle, "I'm not colorblind, Lance. I'm quite sure of that."
It had been just a few weeks since the 'reveal' that Keith didn't know what Legos were.. that was fine, apparently. Not everyone had the option of having those little foot-breaking blocks... no, the thing Lance was so offended and disgruntled by was the fact that Keith mistook his blue lion for Pidge's. Not only were they different sizes, but Lance was so offended that his beauty of a lion was being compared to Pidge's snarky and "know-it-all" one. No offense, Pidge. He said before.
He might have chalked it up to Keith being slightly colorblind or his Galran heritage having something to do with the way he sees color... but the red paladin have proved before that he did know the difference between the two lions.. and now, Lance was utterly convinced he was just doing it to fuck with him.
"You're such a bitch." Keith laughed at his reaction, the very nerve!
How could he just sit there and laugh and look so beautiful?! It seemed as though Keith took pleasure in tormenting him, mocking him with his laughter and leaving Lance feeling foolish and inadequate. The audacity of that little shit...
This infuriatingly bossy, annoying, devious, stubborn, hot-headed, irresistible-
The blue paladin stared at him. Stared at how Keith laughed, realizing he didn't do it very often. He sat there and stared at him, for a long time he now realized.
With a sudden gesture, Keith waved his hand in front of Lance's eyes, jolting him out of his daze. Lance's gaze locked onto the red paladin, realizing that Keith had stealthily closed the distance while Lance was lost in his thoughts. As Lance stared back, mesmerized by Keith's captivating eyes—a mesmerizing blend of swirling black and purple, sprinkled with specks of dark blue—he couldn't help but think how stunning Keith looked up close. However, Lance's mind abruptly snapped back to reality. Wait.
Oh dear.
Oh no.
Oh fuck.
#voltron#voltron legendary defender#scenarios#lance mcclain#keith kogane#pidge holt#vld#vld keith#vld lance#vld pidge#you guessed it#there's a bit of Klance in this#because yeah#klance#duh#klance scenarios#Keith is smartly dumb#Lance is dumbly smart#that somehow made sense#anyways#smitten Lance#probably also smitten Keith#AnonZeph Asks
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THE LOOK OF LOVEEE
#hate them so much#smitten Keith makes me so#GAWDDDDD#HATE THEM HATE THEM HATE THRMMM#cryinf#voltron#voltron legendary defender#voltron fanart#lance mcclain#lance fanart#keith kogane#keith#keith fanart#klance#klance fanart#ely art
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lance pay attention to ur pathetic bf
#klance#vld#voltron#lance vld#keith vld#theyre so smitten with eachother guys#like its making me vomit#suki art
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Lance never shuts the fuck up.
Keith can’t get enough of it.
It’s been like that for as long as Keith can remember. Lance was the motormouth in, like, 6 of his classes; always had his hand up with a question or answer, and comments in between. Keith had been annoyed with it, that first year.
But then he’d shared classes with Lance again.
And again.
And again.
By then, they’d had their fair share of group projects together. Keith came to know that for all he was a rambling mess, Lance was really fucking smart, and funny besides. He was also endlessly kind and supportive, at least when he wasn’t egging on their rivalry that he’d invented (and that Keith hadn’t known they’d had — not that he wasn’t an active participant, once he knew. Riling Lance up was the most fun he’d had in ages).
Keith doesn’t remember exactly when he’d started smiling whenever Lance looked at him, feeling proud whenever Lance got a question right in class. Doesn’t remember when the mild annoyance turned to genuine appreciation. He does remember looking down at his notes one day, in Algebra II, only to discover a blank page, and realising that he’d spent the whole class just watching Lance talk. (He also remembers feeling pleased instead of the disappointment he should have felt, because he figured he’d have an excuse to hear Lance talk more if he asked him to help Keith catch up. He knew he was in quite the mess, then.)
Keith knew he had a crush on Lance, after that. And Keith was never one to sit idly — he’d asked Lance on a date right then and there. Lance had, for the first time in Keith’s working memory, gone speechless. (And quite the pretty shade of red.)
The speechlessness didn’t last long, that’s for damn certain. Keith took Lance to the Applebee’s at the plaza near his house that very night, because Shiro worked there and would give him a discount. Also, Lance had once mentioned he liked the lemonade there.
Keith met Lance there because neither of them had their full license yet. He doesn’t remember what exact table they sat at, only that they must have been near a window, because Keith remembers swooning over the sunlight warming Lance’s beautiful brown eyes no less than six times. They’d ordered, Keith some sort of fried dish and Lance — Lance had ordered a four-cheese fettuccine with a garden salad and, of course, a lemonade. Keith remembers so specifically because Lance spent the next thirty minutes excitedly telling him every piece of history surrounding the dish, down to the prehistoric origins of wheat-made pasta and the disturbing account of the first pink lemonade. He’d looked sheepish after looking at his watch and realising how long he’d been talking, and Keith hadn’t known how to assure him that Lance could narrate every detail of paint drying in a wall and Keith would swallow up every word.
(Later that night, Shiro sent him a picture he took while the both of them were distracted — Lance, animatedly waving a fork in the air as he lectured, and Keith, chin in his hands, meal forgotten, looking at Lance with a face more besotted than he knew he was even capable of making.
Keith sent the photo to Lance, asking him if he’d like to go out again, confessing that he enjoyed every second of Lance’s rambling.
Lance said yes. Very quickly.)
The rest, to a degree, had been history. They’d dated for the rest of high school, staying together even as they attended university and trade school on either side of the country. It was easy, really. Lance made sure they always had something to talk about. (Lance loved university. He was enamoured with every second of it, every niche interest of his getting its fill. He switched his major fourteen separate times, chasing every one of his ambitions, and Keith loved every story he heard. He also liked becoming an expert by proxy, because that was inevitable — you could only hear about the important of spiders in the ecosystem so many dozen times before the information was reflective whenever someone brought up the subject.)
As soon as Keith got his mechanic’s certificate — and he passed his exam in the highest percentile, meaning he could practice anywhere in the country, much to his pleasure and Lance’s overwhelming pride — he took off to California, his one and only thought being that he had to get to Lance. (Not that it had been impulsive — this was planned, something they’d been waiting for. Did Keith run over as soon as he could? Yeah, kinda. So maybe it was a little impulsive. But mostly it was planned.)
Not to sound like a Disney princess, but Keith really felt like their life began once they moved in together. Keith was able to find a job at a pretty decent garage, bring in money for them immediately. Lance had his library job until he graduated, and of course then he was snatched up by the nearest ecological restoration effort — he got to spend his days crawling through the forest, fawning over every tiny bug and critter. He is so fucking cute. Keith loves him more than anything in the world.
Lance’s constant lectures never stopped, either — any interest he picked up, he told Keith about it. From his knitting club to the new beetle species he’d found at work, Keith got the pleasure of hearing about it. And it truly was a pleasure. Keith had his fair share of time being a motormouth, too — he’d bought a project bike as soon as they’d saved enough, and spent a fair chunk of free time building it back up. (Lance helped, or at least as much as he could. Mostly he sat in their garage, handing Keith tools, and talking about anything he could think of. If Keith could go back and tell his ten year old self what his future would look like… God. Sometimes he can’t even believe how lucky he got.)
Keith has it made. He comes home from work every day to Lance’s beaming smile and gentle teasing about the grease on his clothes. He’s got everything he’s ever wanted. He’s happy. So fucking happy.
Except that things have been a little different, recently. For the past few weeks, he’s been coming home to his usual smile and kiss, but the idle chattering or excited rambles — Keith feels as if they’ve become a rarity. Their home used to be filled with the sound of Lance’s voice, silent only when he’s reading or focused intently on something, eyes narrowed and tongue peeking out of his mouth.
Lance still looks happy. He still curls up with Keith on the couch after dinner, socked feet in Keith’s lap and three million blankets over his shoulders. He still sends Keith a myriad of heart emojis on his lunch break. Their sex life has not suffered.
But the lectures. The constant infodumps of whatever passing thing has grabbed Lance’s attention. They’re gone. And Keith’s devastated about it.
He misses Lance’s voice.
———
Shiro is not getting it.
“It doesn’t sound like a big deal,” he says, voice staticky because signal at the shop is ass. “I mean, maybe you two are just growing up and settling down. How long have you guys been together, now? Seven years? Eight?”
“Almost ten,” Keith says quietly.
Ten years of the same thing. This change is new. It’s strange, and Shiro isn’t getting it at all.
“Exactly! Ten years! You guys were so young when you started dating, kiddo. Hell, Lance was still wearing braces, wasn’t he? I’m not shocked that he’s mellowed out a little.” He chuckles to himself. “Hell, maybe he’s finally just learnt every bit of knowledge he finally can.”
Keith frowns. “I dunno, Shiro. Sometimes I feel like he wants to say something, but he’s holding himself back. Why would he ever hold himself back from me? I don’t — I don’t want him to hold back from me. I like it when he talks.”
“Tell him that, then. The only way you’re going to get answers is if you ask him, you dork.”
“Some brother you are,” Keith mutters, pouting. “You’re supposed to solve things for me.”
“Hm. Pretty sure you’re a grown-ass man who’s capable of solving his own problems, bud.”
“Ugh. You’re horrible. I’m changing the Netflix password to kick you off.”
Shiro laughs. “Sure! No more Costco membership for you. Password sharing goes both ways, you little snot. Now hang up and call your man. I have to leave for work soon.”
Despite his ongoing frustration, Keith can’t help a smile at the familiar banter. “Yeah, yeah. Enjoy your upcoming fourteen hour shift of hell.”
“Go fuck yourself! Love you!”
“Love you too. Bye.”
It shouldn’t really surprise him that Shiro’s no help. As much as he pesters his brother as often as possible and generally finds joy in making himself into a nuisance, they haven’t seen each other face-to-face since Christmas. They’ve lived in different states for years.
But, still. There’s some part of Keith that will always think of his big brother first when he has a problem. And that part of him had the right ideas, because Shiro is unfortunately right — he really does just need to talk to Lance. There’s not much else he can do.
He spends the rest of his shift wondering how he’s going to bring it up. He has his own motormouth moments, sure, but realistically? Keith doesn’t talk all the much. He’s more of an action person. How the hell is he supposed to breach the subject? ‘Hey, Lance. I’ve noticed that you are talking less. This change has consumed my every thought. I miss the sound of your voice. How come you don’t talk to me about your life anymore?’
Yeah, no. It sounds ridiculous even in his own head. He’ll have to — plan it out, maybe. He’s not sure. He’s never had to worry about making Lance talk more before.
He’s so distracted that he nearly burns off his eyeballs, forgetting to put on his welding mask before trying to make a part he couldn’t source for an older car. His boss sends him home early, worried he might accidentally leave a blowtorch by an air compressor or something and send the whole place up in smoke. Keith tries to take it as a blessing — maybe he’ll ride around on his bike for a while and clear his head. A way to bring it up might come to him naturally.
It doesn’t. He spends the whole ride just stressing himself out. He does drive by a flower stand, and turns around to pick up some poppies and peonies — Lance’s favourite. It won’t breach the subject, or anything, but it’ll make Lance smile. Hell, maybe he’ll start talking to Keith about all the different pollinators that made this bouquet possible. That would be a dream come true.
He hasn’t come up with any new ideas by the time he makes his way home, but he’s less stressed. He sets the flowers on the counter and takes a quick shower. Maybe he’ll start some dinner? Surprise Lance, for a change. Yeah. That won’t solve the problem, but it’ll be nice anyway.
He starts making four-cheese fettuccine and pink lemonade, because he is a sappy loser.
By the time he hears Lance’s key in the lock, he’s got the table set and the food is done. He keeps it heated on the stove, ducking into the bathroom to check his reflection as Lance steps into the apartment.
No grease smudges on his face. His hair is braided, the way that always makes Lance all blushy. He’s wearing the v-neck, too-tight black sweater that Lance likes, too. He’s got this. He doesn’t have a solid plan, or anything, but he thinks maybe if he turns up the romance then Lance will just spill whatever’s wrong. That works in the movies.
“Keith, baby? You home?”
“You have leaves in your hair,” Keith says, stepping out to meet Lance by the door. Lance smiles immediately, laughing to himself as he cards his fingers through his hair in an attempt to find them. Keith takes pity on him after a few seconds of fruitless searching, reaching forward and running gentle hands through the curly mess of his boyfriend’s hair, half to get out the leaves and half just to touch.
“Yeah — climbed a tree to check out a new weaver ant colony. Watched ‘em for hours — pretty boring, I’m sure you don’t want to hear it.”
I want to hear about it, Keith thinks mournfully. Please, please tell me about it.
“I made pasta,” Keith says quietly, when it’s clear that no more details are forthcoming. “And, uh, got you some flowers.” He tugs Lance gently towards the kitchen, placing the flowers in his hands.
“Oh, Keith, they’re gorgeous! Man, I love peonies. They looks like pink cabbages, it’s the best. And poppies —”
Yes, Keith thinks. Tell me about how California poppies were traditionally used as stress-relief medicine, but not like opioid red poppies. Tell me —
“I should put these in a vase,” Lance says instead of any of that. Keith feels like he could cry, honestly. Lance leans up and presses a kiss to his cheek, patting him on the chest. “You want to set the table while I do that? Or do you want to eat on the couch and watch a movie?”
“Table sounds good,” Keith says, because if they watch a movie then there’s no chance of Keith finding out what’s wrong.
“Okay! I’m going to get changed, too, I’ll meet you in ten.” Lance kisses him again and then rushes off. Keith waits until he’s disappeared into their bedroom to cover his face in his hands and scream silently.
Fuck! He just wants his Lance back. So badly. He wants to be woken up at strange hours of the night to hear about how trees communicate. He wants to get spam-texted as he’s trying to work, phone practically buzzing out of his pocket. He wants to hear about marketing strategies when they’re grocery shopping. He wants Lance to get distracted mid-sex by reading the back of the condom box, and then remarking with vague interest that they use the same dye in some cereals.
At the very least, he wants to know why Lance is acting so strange.
“So,” Lance says, once they’ve both settled down at the table and started to eat. “How come you’re home early?”
“Boss sent me home, I was distracted. I’m not mad, honestly. It’s been a while since I’ve done something special for you, which is a travesty.”
Lance smiles. “Dork. I appreciate it, though. Very sweet of you.” He shifts in his seat, tucking his legs up under him and leaning his head on his chin to look at Keith properly. “How come you were distracted?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Thinkin’ about this hot bod all day?”
Keith huffs a laugh. “Somethin’ like that.”
“Tell me! I’m curious now. I have to know or I’ll die.”
“You’re so dramatic.”
“Mhm. That’s not even the half of it, and you know it. If you don’t tell me right now I’ll just start listing the names of royals throughout European history and how freaky it is that most of them are directly related.”
Lance is teasing. His tone is light and playful; he’s obviously trying to goad Keith into playing along and groaning theatrically. A few weeks ago, Keith might have given in easily, and started ribbing him about why on Earth he has the names memorized in the first place.
But all Keith can think about is just how badly he would love to hear that.
“Promise?”
Keith’s voice comes out embarrassingly sincere. Soft and hopeful and dead-serious.
Lance’s hand stills, mid pasta-swirl.
“You…want me to? List names of inbred royals?”
Keith swallows. It’s as good of a segue as any, he supposes.
“Yeah.”
“…Why?”
“Because I — I miss your voice, I guess.”
“Keith, I talk all the time,” Lance says, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He snorts to himself. “One might even say it’s my defining quality.”
“You haven’t been. Not recently. You used to talk all the time, but now — I dunno. The house is quiet. I miss you talking about random things. I miss hearing about your day and the million creatures you met and the people you saw on the bus home and the weirdly-shaped stone you tripped over on the sidewalk. I miss you bazillion lunch-break texts. I miss your running commentary when we watch a movie, even though you miss important dialogue and have to rewind to hear it again. I dunno. I just miss you.”
Keith keeps his eyes downcast on his plate as he speaks, and keeps it there after he finishes. He’s finished his food, already, but he can’t bring himself to look at Lance’s face.
“Keith?”
There’s a strange quality to Lance’s voice, a sort of — bewildered breathlessness. Keith risks a glance, finding his boyfriend staring at him with a dropped jaw and wide brown eyes.
“You really — you miss my motormouth?”
Keith shrugs. “I fell in love with your motormouth. Of course I miss it.”
That makes Lance’s cheeks heat, and he glances down at his plate like they’re teenagers again and Keith told him he was cute for the first time.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Keith’s not sure what else to say. He doesn’t know how to express that there’s nothing that Lance does that he dislikes, not truly. Sure, it’s annoying when Lance leaves a million half-full cups of water around the apartment, and Keith is regularly tripping over the shoes that he never puts away for some reason, but there’s nothing — every part of him is precious to Keith. Everything he does and everything he is, Keith knows he can’t live without.
“I know you love me,” Lance whispers. He looks pointedly away from Keith, pushing a couple wayward noodles around on his plate. “I’ve never — I’ve never needed to doubt that.”
Keith swallows. “Good.”
“I — yeah. You show me all the time. And, I mean, look at today! You brought me flowers home just because. You do things like that for me regularly; I never forget that you care about me. But —”
One word. Three measly letters. But it’s enough to feel like a stone is dropping on Keith’s chest.
“— sometimes I feel like I’m too much? Like, I’m kind of intense. I know that. And I can’t always tell when I’m being weird or annoying. And you’d never — you’d never string me along, I know that. If you stopped loving me you’d tell me.”
“I would never stop loving you.” Keith can’t say the words fast enough. He wants to print them out and — tattoo them on his forehead. Melt them into gold and press them into Lance’s hands. Smash them to dust and sprinkle them in the air. Whatever — whatever it takes to prove to Lance that they’re true.
Lance bites his lip. His eyes are wet. “I — I don’t want us to —”
Keith doesn’t wait for the tears to fall. He stands and hurries the two feet over to Lance’s chair, carefully pulling him up and wrapping tight arms around his waist. Lance falls into him willingly, resting his forehead on Keith’s shoulder and leaning into him.
“Three of my coworkers think I’m annoying,” he whispers, long after the food’s gone cold and the light from the window has begun to dim. After Keith’s arms have gone a little numb and a wet spot has grown where Lance’s face is pressed into his shirt. “I just thought — I thought we were friends, but I heard them talking about how exhausting I am to be around. I don’t want — I don’t want you to get tired of me, too.”
Keith closes his eyes as he exhales in a shudder, firmly reminding himself that unfortunately, being a two-faced asshole is not illegal, and Keith has no defense for hunting those shitheads down and murdering them a little.
“They are not worth the ground you walk on,” Keith whispers, pressing a firm kiss to Lance’s hair. “You have more value in your toenail clippings than they do in their entire bodies.”
Lance giggles wetly. “Gross.”
”I mean it,” Keith says, smiling. “I love you, Lance. All of you. I never get tired of listening to you talk. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
———
It takes a while. Those asshole coworkers did a number on Lance’s self-esteem, because they’re horrible, and they deserve every horrible thing that happens to them. Honestly, Keith kind of hopes their cars break down and they have to spend ridiculous amounts of money getting them fixed by idiots, because Keith has quietly blacklisted them to every good mechanic in town. (Not that Lance knows. Lance is too nice to ask for something like that. Keith, however, is a bitch, and has no problem doing shady things to appease his own sense of justice.)
Eventually, though, the apartment stops being so silent. It starts with a shark documentary that takes them three hours to watch because Lance keeps pausing it to point out specific behaviours to Keith. And then they get kicked out of a casino they go to for shits and giggles, because Lance can’t contain himself and points out how the house is strategically winning all the card games they’re calling ��luck-based’. And then grocery store trips start taking too long again, and Lance gets distracted mid-shower comparing the ingredients of shampoo and conditioner, and then they start a small fire in the apartment because he was explaining how broccoli evolved from mustard seed and burnt a whole pan of stir-fry to a crisp.
One day, seemingly out of the blue, Shiro sends him a picture of him and Lance, fifteen years old, at the shitty town Applebee’s.
I was looking at old pictures, the text reads. And you were right. It is strange that Lance was so quiet. I can’t imagine how that would feel. I’m glad you two worked things out.
Keith looks over at Lance, who’s singing a the periodic table song to himself as he washes the dishes for Keith to dry, and smiles.
He’s glad they worked it out, too.
#this is a three month old draft i just finished even tho i promised i would stop writing things at ass o’clock in the morning#vld#voltron#keith#keith kogane#lance#lance mcclain#klance#established klance#autistic lance#autistic lance mcclain#soft keith#smitten keith#smart lance#observant keith#tall keith#brown eyed lance#brown-eyed lance#insecure lance#langst#klangst#hurt/comfort#my writing#fic#fluff and angst#broganes#shiro & keith#mechanic keith#longpost#the applebees universe
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Life of the party 🥂✨
Inspired by chapter 8 in this amazing fic:
By: @queen-of-voltronian
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Smitten
#I LOVE SMITTEN KEITH I EAT IT UP#BRO SHOULD BE ACTING LIKE MR DARCY#I’m probably gonna draw pride and prejudice au one of these days#klance#lance mcclain#keith kogane#Voltron#fanart#klance fluff#moss draws#keith x Lance
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WAITT are pato and alex going to get together in a lesson in breaking because.. idk they're just so dear to me <3 i originally thought he might end up witu david, but honestly david seems more like a little brother he forcefully adopted
…maybe 🤭
Like, eventually yes, but also it’s so far down the line tbh. I just like working seven hundred steps ahead. But yes, their plot line is outlined and happening.
And yeah, David’s 100% just the little bro he’s forcefully bringing to the function. They’re fighting for control of the aux chord and have so many inside jokes that Esteban’s sitting in the backseat of that car feeling increasingly confused.
Anyway, I like to think of the Alex/Pato dynamic in alib as something like this:
#they are…so dear to me#Fernando and Lance fucking nasty style in that mansion while Pato and Alex are up at 3 am sharing left over cheesecake#from their dinner at the Cheesecake Factory where Pato insisted on paying#and then insisted on opening/closing the passenger side door of his car#because he is GENTLEMAN#meanwhile Rossi was like…babe…I can open my own fucking door#but he also lets Pato do it because he is Smitten#a lesson in braking#alib convo
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i love strollonso so much like??? imagine ur this guy. wdc actually tyvm!! and the past uuuh ~10 years have been SHIT for u uve had shit cars, shitty teammates (arguably) and just shitty luck in general. one of your biggest competitors back in the day retires and you take his seat.
and its a good car, its genuinely a GOOD car and ofc you dont want to lose your seat. so you start sucking up to your teammate bc his daddy owns the company. its all fun and games.
until youre constantly complimenting him live on tv. until youre watching him overtake and are so... proud? that you ask your mech to compliment him. until the other calls your relationship a "romance". until you switch sunglasses with each other for the fuck of it.
it isnt that "funny" anymore huh
#strollonso#.txt#LIKE#THEYRE SO SILLY GOOFY TO ME!!!!!#WDC FERNANDO ALONSO VERY SMITTEN BY THIS TINY KITTEN#fernando alonso#lance stroll#cat4cat relationship tbh#I LOVE THEM UR HONOR
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Gooosh I remember back when the Season 6 trailer dropped and it showed that clip of Keith returning and stepping out of the ship, with the pan up shot revealing that he looks a bit different. So many KL shippers talked about Lance being lovestruck and stuttering over his words at seeing Keith with his glow up. But then Season 6 actually came out, and Shiro literally stumbles over his words and is actually distracted by Keith and is all smiley. And not a damn word from that side of the fandom
#I really wish I could look back at those posts…..#I definitely remember seeing someone say Lance should fumble his words bc he’s so smitten with Keith’s glow up#but then Shiro does that exact thing#even in the trailer Lance and Keith kinda butted heads so idk why they expected ship stuff from that scene#mine#I loved when antis would talk about a KL dynamic and it’s like….they’re literally talking about Sheith though
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Re: violent lance/giovanni brainworms, incredibly relatable
I still wonder about one thread I saw on twitter desciribing how when you think about those two, they can have at least two faces/goals on mind when going for interacting with each other and you can match and contrast them...
Lance can be entranced by dilfery magic, be impressed by someone much older and more experienced in league and eager to learn more from him... Or Lance can suspect, hear rumours about Giovanni and gets closer to him to check how true that is, try get info from him or around him, sneakily trying to want him slip and snatch proof whenever he can that yeah, Gio has his fingers in plenty of wrong pies.
Giovanni on the other hand can be genuinely charmed by this ambitious young man. Maybe it's also desire to get someone clearly powerful and with plenty of potential on his side. Or maybe he sees Lance as an opportunity - he is aware League could pay attention to him and it's easier to put soap in their eyes when you're close, right?
Now take any of the two, squish them together and boom, fun happens. So many fun scenarios, so little time... I don't even know which combo is more funnnn
You can chuck in Silver for extra explosive power if you wish to.
#answers#anon#anonymous#im just hhh#curseshipping#yeah lets tag i doubt anyone uses it anyway ww#point is i dont even know where and with what to start bc idk whats most fun#both being sus about each other and trying to fuck it out is hilarious#gio is like yeah lance is nice but is he suspicious and lance is like oh nice he likes me but does he want something from me LIKE DOUBLE SU#BUT IN OPPOSITE WAY#its also hilarious#OR gio is like oh what a nice young lad and lance is like okay i must know more while gio is genuinely smitten like yeah he's evil but#oblivious to lance giving him a stink eye lol#idk so much fun#just. so much fun
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Back with more allurance posting because I can: Lance just not being able to handle Allura flirting with him. She so much as says his name with a flirty undertone? He is deceased.
#Allurance#legitallurance#vld lance#vld allura#vld#Rambling into the ether#Lance can dish but he cannot chew. it’s basically canon#Allura is by no means amazing at flirting. Her idea of pickup lines is borrowed from lance.#But she has the raw power of being Allura on her side#She always catches him off guard with how much she cares for him. And he’s like.#‘What did I do to deserve you’#The answer is being himself#They’re both very smitten#just. all the silly allurance fluff
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#those two couldn't hide how they feel each other if you held them at gun point#they are so smitten it's in-fucking-sane#ullrichstrong#jan ullrich#lance armstrong#cycling memes#cycling stuff#cycling
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I love a Lance who hopelessly pines over Keith and after pining for him for so long he can just nap the feelings away because its basically just background noise already. Like yeah he could rile him up again but then he’d find another thing to love about Keith and he just doesn’t want to deal with it rn.
Then we have Keith who fumbles Lance so bad that every attempt at flirting or bonding comes off as an insult or somehow condescending which makes Lance’s pining wound ache and would make Keith want to chuck himself out into space.
#GIVE THE PEOPLE LOSER KEITH WHO IS SMITTEN WITH LANCE TO THE NTH DEGREE#IM PEOPLE#lance: this planet is so pretty right mullet?#keith(internally): youre so fucking pretty i love you so much why are you so lovely? why are you so sweet? please please accept my love—#keith: fuck off#like yes babes please fuck up your chances with lance#except it would probably make lance fall even harder#insert lance skipping the pining shit and just go to sleep#klance#vld#voltron#suki drabbles
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Charles has settled on Edwin's lap in the wingback chair in a comfortable sprawl, his knees on either side of Edwin's. He'd gone about it with a practiced ease, as though this is something he's done a million times; as though he belongs here; as though he could search out this spot in his sleep, if ghosts could sleep.
Yet Charles being so near to him, and with such deliberate and specific intent—that being their mutual enjoyment—is a relatively recent development, in the grand scheme. Edwin is... ablaze with the newness of it. He has to tip his head back just to get the full measure of Charles perched astride him, of the low lamplight diffused across Charles' face, of the fond, familiar mischief that glimmers in his eyes.
Port Townsend may have opened Edwin to his innermost desires, but if he is very, very honest he can admit that his private longing for Charles is of much older provenance. He would have given Charles an eternity to sort out the shape of his own feelings, if he needed it. And if it had meant Charles' continued happiness, he would have been content to live out their days alone in his regard, content with a cherished friendship that never included this.
By some miracle, he does not have to.
It had not taken Charles anywhere close to an eternity to figure out the rest, so to speak. What is a single year, after all, to a pair of ghosts? Falling in love, Charles had told him, felt like waking up in a strange bedroom which became, as you shook off sleep, suddenly as familiar as your own. "Oh... bit of a weird metaphor, that," he'd said, wrinkling his nose in the way Edwin privately found exceedingly endearing. Then: "Sorry, mate. I'd been building up to this, you know? What I was gonna say to you. Had it all planned in my head and now. Well. Can't get it out right, can I?"
But semantics didn't much matter, in the end.
In the end, being in love with one another had come to them as easily as it had to fall into step walking through the gates of St. Hilarion's, away from their shadowed past and towards their intertwined future.
It is dizzying to acknowledge that this is real—not a game, or a trick, or a trap. Just Charles Rowland, whom he adores, looking equally smitten as he steadies himself with his hands on Edwin's upper arms, the better to give an experimental shimmy of his hips against Edwin's. Like an anchorless ship Edwin drifts on the sweeping tide of pleasure their proximity brings. He relishes how Charles’ gaze rolls over him, terribly tender in its focus and promisingly molten.
"Charles," he says in unspooled wonder, simply because he can. Simply because happiness, in this moment, takes the shape of his best friend's name in his mouth. To his own ears he sounds strangled. Transported. Not himself whatsoever. It ought to scare him, the difference Charles can work through him so easily with the barest effort; it both does and doesn't. "I am certain you'll be the death of me."
"You're already dead, mate," says Charles, "live a little," and he actually giggles, like he's just said the funniest thing in all the world; like it pleases him immeasurably to know he can have this mad effect on Edwin. The giddy edge of his laughter vibrates through his chest, and into Edwin's. And Charles sounds breathless, even though ghosts do not need to breathe.
Edwin loves him so much, just then, that it genuinely aches. Not the agony of hell or the shocking burn of iron, but something new altogether, an incandescence that lances sharp beneath his breastbone. Something else to add to his running mental catalogue of sensations he shouldn't be able to feel, along with the beginnings of a flush spreading over his skin and the welcome heat of Charles' body through their clothes.
It is, all told, rather overwhelming.
Charles must read something of the enormity of his predicament writ plain on his face, for in the next second he reaches out to stroke careful, calloused thumbs over Edwin's burning cheeks. It's only a feather-light touch, back and forth and back again, one that might irk him were it to come from anyone else—but Charles has always been permitted certain liberties, so instead Edwin finds it... grounding. Or exhilarating. He isn't sure which. Possibly both.
"Hey," Charles says. "It's all right. It's fine. Still going slow, remember? This is brills, just this. We can st—"
"I do not wish us to stop," Edwin protests, before Charles can even finish the unthinkable suggestion. He could remain suspended in this precise millisecond for the next thirty years without complaint. "It is only that I... I can feel you. And everything. Everything we are doing. And it—you—you are so very...”
"Good?" Charles supplies, grinning Edwin’s favorite of his grins—the wide, unfettered one that shows his gums and lets a bit of his tongue peek between his teeth. He looks hopeful, impossibly bright in his joy, and just a little wicked.
“Yes,” Edwin says. "Better than good." He smiles up at Charles, some distant part of him registering that he must look utterly besotted.
Charles laughs, delighted.
And he tips forward to drop his forehead onto Edwin’s shoulder; to put his lips to Edwin’s neck, just below his ear. He presses a kiss there, so quick Edwin might think he’d imagined it, except that Charles does it a second time. And a third, this one open-mouthed and lingering, sending little shivers skittering down Edwin's spine and drawing a soft noise from his throat.
“I like this,” Charles whispers into Edwin's skin. His voice is raw-edged, confessional in a way Edwin hasn't quite heard him sound these three-odd decades. “So much. Being like this, with you. Didn't know how much I would, did I? 'Course you'd see it before me. Brilliant, you are, Edwin Payne."
#dbda#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#payneland#this has sat in my drafts languishing for... absolute weeks so here it is#zero substance just pure unadulterated sap here honestly. just lovesick sillies canoodling
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Lady of Mirkwood | (Reader x Thranduil)
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| Meeting Thranduil
You met Thranduil when the Third age progressed. It was when the Necromancer unknown then but known as Sauron later on claimed the abandoned fortress of Amon Lanc to make it into Dol Guldur. Sauron infected the woods with spiders and orcs. The spiders and the orcs expended their reach claiming more and more for them. Infecting the very nature with their filth and death.
All the elves were forced to leave the woods. Those who fought back were brought down. Countless of lost elves filled the sickening woods. You were amongst some elves that were fleeing. The orcs had increased their stench to the part of the woods where you lived. With a few douzen you were. Fleeing for your lives as the orcs hunted you down. The woods had grown iller. Spider cobs were not too much yet in these parts. But a few spiders having expended their webs out to your lands.
Some elves wanted to stay and fight. They barely lasted long as the pack of orcs were too many. Sweeping them down in a matter of seconds. The others fled as fast as they could. Hatred, anger and sorrow grieving your hearts. You were running trying to stay out of the orcs clutches. The orcs attack made you stumble, dropping to the ground. Surrounded by death and darkness. You thought it was over. You thought you were never going to see the undying lands, but then a bright light appeared between the trees. The illumination blinded the orcs sending them back a bit. The light faded as you could see a small group of elves charge for battle. Lead by a High elf.
The orcs never stood a chance. The High elf approached you, helping you up your feet. The moment his eyes met with his, he was struck. Gasping breathlessly at your grace and beauty. The woods no longer having a place for you, he took you in. Thranduil his name was. King of the woodland realm.
| Life at the woodland realm
Thranduil was smitten with you. For the first time in many ages, the so cocky king found beauty in another. He threated you like a guest with the highest honor. Quarters close to his. Thranduil would host parties just to have an excuse to dance with you. He never let any other elf near you. He wanted you for himself. You sometimes dared to tease Thranduil by speaking to other elves, just to see his reaction. You loved how easily jealous he was. He would come over, pull you gently behind him while urging them in a polite way to leave. Sometimes he would lay his robe over your shoulder to hint to others that you were his.
Underneath the moonlight on a summer's day was when you had your first kiss with Thranduil. Forever giving yourself to one another. He married you a month later never wanted to be parted from you ever again. You became queen of the woodland realm. All the elves present adored you for your righteousness and kind heart. Whenever Thranduil dared to lose his temper, you were there to calm him down. Sometimes you would come along with Thranduil and his army in an attempt to reclaim your woods. When Thranduil saw his numbers dim and almost losing you in a battle, he gave up. Not wanting to see his people be slaughtered or see you in danger. For he could not afford to lose you, his brightest star.
| Legolas
Legolas was born with grace. You loved every little detail of him. Thranduil would be careful at first. For he feared to hold such a fragile creature. He feared he might harm it in any way. You would show him he could do no harm. Taking his hand and bringing it up to Legolas for him to touch. His fingers would brush against his cheek making Legolas flutter a laugh. On that Thranduil was sold. Taking his son in his arms and care deeply for him.
As Legolas grew older, Thranduil insisted he had his features from you. Everything about Legolas reminded him of you. With the coming of Legolas was Thranduil more careful. You were no longer aloud out of the woodland realm. Not wanting anything to happen to you or Legolas. You had to admit it felt a bit lonely being unable to see the old woods. Your home that you missed dearly. With each year it grew colder and deader. Plagued by orcs and spiders. Since you had no where else to go, you focused more on Legolas. Teaching him how to defend himself. It was you who introduced Legolas to the bow and arrow. When Legolas was old enough to have his own bow, he would name it after you.
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Third-Wheeling - Lance Stroll x MexicanOlympicGolfer! Reader
Plot: Your best friends with Lily Muni He, as your fellow Golfer. She tries to set you up with all of Alex’s friends, first it was Carlos, then it was Charles, then it was Lando and then it was Yuki, finally Lance comes along suddenly interested in his new hobby!
You participated in golf and met Lily at a young age. You’d been friends and rivals ever since.
Once Lily met Alex, and you got your first Olympic medal, going to the races was very very exciting for you as it was a chance to see Lily away from the golf course and meet lots of other athletes.
Eventually you, Alex and Lily became a sort of meme on the internet, Alex and Liky were funny enough on their own, joking around and making funny TikTok’s that the fans loved, but once you were added to the equation fans saw you three as a family.
You never really considered yourself to be third-wheeling however it did feel slightly like you were their adopted child.
You were a very anxious soul and weren’t a confident person when it came to speaking out or anything, unless it was on a course when you were competing. As a result you didn’t go out much, and when you did you stuck to Alex and Lily like Glue and Lily could see the pondering looks you gave some of Alex’s friends so that’s when the operation started.
SET Y/N UP
You didn’t know it was going on at first as Alex and Lily were incredibly subtle about it, not ever giving away that they could possibly be the ones behind the increase in boys messaging you. Particularly F1 drivers.
The first boy to reach out was Carlos Sainz, he had sent you a really sweet text, in Spanish which you were very thankful for as your English still wasn’t as good.
You guys went out on a lovely date, walking along the Spanish beach you were smitten. But there was issues that came with it. You were 22 and he was 29 and there’s was clear differences in maturity, and both of you were not looking for that. It was an easy conversation really, both agreeing that it wasn’t in the best intentions to move forward.
Months later and he had a picture up with Scottish Model Rebecca Donaldson and you couldn’t be happier for him.
But you were still single and Alex and Lily wouldn’t give up.
When they tried to set you up with Charles you were immediately shut down, he was in a relationship with new partner Alexandra Saint Mluex and once you met her you both got on so well. Being similar ages and now you could say you had another friend within the wags on the grid.
Charles and you also became good friends and you got a lot of hate at first because Alex wasn’t in the eye of the media unlike you were and not many people knew that her and Charles were dating and they thought it was you, calling you a homie hopper or a grid hopper.
You guys addressed it immediately, and that was that.
The next person was Lando, and this was half your own flirtatious self working and half Alex and Lily whispering about you in Lando’s ear.
You guys had fun, like lots of fun. You were spotted golfing with him. You were spotted in clubs with him, and then spotted going home with him where you guys … well.
But when you thought it was about time you had a conversation with Lando about becoming serious he was ready to tell you he was happy to keep things strictly as friends with benefits and he just wanted to fuck about.
Lots of fans were confused when you had stopped being sighted with Lando as they actually thought you guys would be the perfect pair after his last good relationship.
But when he was spotted out with Magui, it was clear you’d been fucked over. You’d posted a lot of self-help and self-improvement quotes on your twitter feed furthering the fans thoughts that Lando hadn’t been as loyal or something.
Thankfully Lily was there for the backlash when you cried to her about not knowing what you did and if there was anything you should have done differently.
After Lando, they tried to set you up with Yuki, but you were so so different. Communication was pretty difficult, the common language being English with you both, meaning you did struggle.
Yuki was also very shy around you, and it just … didn’t work which was really unfortunate as you absolutely adored Yuki.
Alex and Lily were on the verge of giving up, not many of the other drivers being age appropriate in their eyes or they weren’t single.
Lance had of course noticed you. How couldn’t he, you were incredibly beautiful and so smart and accomplished in life.
So he picked up golfing, he tried to find local courses whenever there was a race on that you’d be going to attend with Alex and Lily.
You hadn’t noticed Lance and his new golf obsession.
That was until you were golfing alone at a range just practicing your swing and Lance Stroll was there with Fernando and his father.
They immediately recognised you, as a pretty notable golfer, having two gold medals under your belt now and many LPGA championships.
And after that you got Lance’s number. Without the help of Alex and Lily who had not even considered that you and Lance would get alone as friends let’s alone date.
“Golfing today?” He asked as you were polishing and cleaning up your clubs.
“Mmmmm, would you like to come with me?” You asked, Lance loved coming with you, even after you’d noticed him and got together.
“You know I’d love to mi amor” he smiles pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
Lance’s favourite days with you were going out to the local golf club, spending the morning golfing having a nice fancy club lunch before you both trained in the gym. It meant that you were both doing stuff you needed to do for training but you were able to do it together as a couple.
You would never trade these days in either. You loved paralleling with him and feeling like you were working together as a couple to reach both your goals.
You also loved going to family dinners with him and Chloe. They came to your family home where your mum made them typical Mexican cuisine and then you’d go to the Stroll family home for your favourite breakfasts with Canadian Maple Syrup.
Life couldn’t get any better and Lily and Alex when they found out, couldn’t be happier for you.
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y/user: life lately with my fave duo 📸
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williamsracing: when will you next be in the paddock :(
-> lilymhe: she’s been cheating on us I fear admin
-> williamsracing: WHAT DO YOU KNOW
-> user1: admin panicking fr
->astonmartinf1: 👈🏼👀
-> user2: TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW ASTON
alex_albon: why do you never get candid pics of me, but always get candid pic of Lily…
-> y/user: she’s always camera ready … unlike Mr. EyesShut
-> lilymhe: I slay always 💕
lilymhe: you are so beautiful 🤩
-> y/user: says the literal princess 🌸
lance_stroll: Woah hermosa 🥰
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Lily ditched me, so I had to find a new golfing buddy @ LanceStroll 👋🏼👀
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