#this kid is the best fucking wingman for two lonely men

[saintcheesus]

If you're still accepting prompts, maybe John wingmanning for Arthur to help him get with Charles. Thanks in advance if you decide to write this

I love this nonny! 

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I am convinced that Charles has taken to chopping wood in front of me solely to drive me mad. He started taking his shirt off just last week, on account of this damn heat...

“Take your shirt off too, if you hot then. 

Arthur slammed his journal shut faster than John had ever seen. John laughed at how red in the face Arthur became, it suited him better than that sourpuss one he was always sporting. 

“Goddammit, Marston! Why you standing here for?” 

“You must have been awful distracted to not realize my shadow been over you since you was writing. When you gonna sketch him shirtless?” 

Arthur grumbled and looked away. 

“I already did...” he mumbled shortly after. John smiled at that and sat down next to his big brother. Just like Abigail showed him, he snatched the book from Arthur so deftly that by the time he reacted to the air in his hands, John had already managed to sneak a quick peek of the rough sketch. It wasn’t for longer than a few seconds, unfortunately, because Arthur was just as quick taking it back. John was also gifted a swift but firm slap to the back of the head. He thought he was twelve again, but just like then, he shook it off. 

“Why don’t you show him the sketch?” 

“Right, suppose I’ll just mosey up to him and say something foolish like, ‘Hey Charles come look at this sketch I have of you while I watched you chop wood for an hour!’ I’m sure he’ll be real keen on that, John. You moron.” 

“Sure, but then y’all get to chatting and then who knows what could happen from there.” 

John snuck a glance at his brother and his heart twinged a bit at the sight of someone he idolized (not like he’ll ever tell Arthur) for being the gang’s hero of sorts, look so helpless. 

“I ain’t good at talking to folks, John. My best skills is fighting and shooting. Ain’t much room for talk during those.” 

“Arthur you was nearly married.” 

He was considering mentioning Eliza too, but Arthur still shuts down hard whenever there might be room for her to be mentioned. 

“Mary’s different...she’s--” 

“A woman.” John finished. Arthur’s resigned nod and sad face was the answer. 

“What if Charles don’t...what if he don’t like men?” 

“What if he does?” 

“What if he don’t like me?” 

That sounded like it physically hurt Arthur to think that way, and John was not about to let Arthur doubt himself into not asking Charles. He wasn’t sure why Arthur forgot about that period before Mary where he fucked. Men and women alike. It was a short window of time but Arthur still owes John favors for covering for him all the times he snuck his lovers into camp. 

“Wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. It’s like you said, John. I was nearly married, but I ain’t because she ain’t want me. She weren’t even the first to say that.” 

John never really cared much for Mary, and hearing how sad and insecure that break-up made him just makes him mad all over again. 

“I ain’t good enough for him.” 

John didn’t mean to have the conversation take this turn, Arthur was clearly upset enough that he sighed and left his spot on the grass. John watched as Arthur schlepped away to his tent. John turned his attention back to Charles, who had just taken a break from his chore. He was wiping sweat off his brow, his eyes caught John’s. He smiled and waved, John was more than happy to return the gesture. The topless man then walked over to him and joined him in Arthur’s old spot. 

“How are you, John?” 

“Reckon I could be better. Getting a bit restless, I’m probably going to head out soon.” 

Charles hummed. John suddenly had an idea. 

“Charles do you want to go hunting with me? I saw a bunch of rabbits not too far from here, and deer too, they was making babies all winter so there’s plenty of them.” 

Charles laughed and nodded. 

“Sure, I’ll grab my gear and meet you at the horses.” 

John tipped his head and waited for Charles to leave before darting over to Arthur, who still looked as miserable as ever, scribbling away in his journal. He was drawing Cain.  

“Arthur! Arthur let’s go hunting!” 

“I don’t want to, go away!” 

“I want you to come with me.” 

“Always nice to try somethings for ourselves, I reckon.” He deadpanned 

John was getting irritated, but he wasn’t going to stop. 

“Please Arthur? We ain’t really done much with each other outside of missions. You might not miss my company so much but some times...well...you know...” 

Arthur sighed loudly and John smiled, knowing that he won. Arthur put his journal away and then put his hat on. 

“Come on then, the sun’s about ready to start setting and ain’t no use hunting in the dark.” 

John was as giddy as a child and practically ran over to his horse. Charles was already waiting there. John wished he had a camera to capture the priceless face that he had when he saw Arthur walking over with him. It was sheer delight, and John nearly pummeled his brother for thinking that he wasn’t interested. When John looked at Arthur, the man’s face was pale as all hell. He had his lasso on-hand in case Arthur was thinking about booking it back to his tent. Instead, he shook it off and smiled at Charles. 

“Morning, Charles.” 

John wanted to laugh so bad. Arthur sounded like a love-sick teenager, he wasn’t even this bad with Mary! He even batted his eye lashes at him! Charles chuckled and placed a hand on his shoulder. He rubbed it with his thumb. His thumb! John thought he was going to combust! He knew Arthur had a penchant for being stupid but he didn’t think Charles had a bit of the fool gene in him too. 

“John didn’t tell me you were coming with us.” 

Arthur giggled as he anxiously fiddled with his horse, Artie. She was a good girl.

“It’s funny...he ain’t tell me neither.” 

Arthur’s eyes flicked over to John’s and the man knew he was going to get his ass beat the moment they came back to camp. It would be worth it, he decided. 

Charles smoothly mounted Taima, and patted her gently. John could have sworn he saw Arthur swoon at the sight. This was bad, this was the worst he’d ever seen someone. He was definitely telling Tilly and Hosea about this. 

“If I had known, I would have dressed better.” 

John had never heard Arthur snort while laughing ever, but today was full of firsts for the both of them. The cowboy’s face was beet-red as he nervously laughed. Maybe John should have told him beforehand, but he didn’t want the man getting cold feet and never come. Charles started riding off, leaving the two brothers to follow. 

“Did John tell you what we were going to hunt?” Charles started the conversation. Arthur seemed to have calmed down, that was good. 

“No, did he tell you?” 

They were talking about him like he wasn’t right there. They really were made for each other. 

“Rabbits.” 

“Yeah cause y’all about to be fucking like them”, John thought. 

“I think I know what he’s talking about, there’s a clearing in the forest that’s just a bit further out from camp. We could spend the night there, since it’s already near sundown.” 

Charles flashed another smile at him and nodded. 

“Sounds like a good idea. You brought your bow?” 

Arthur pulled it from his horse’s holster. 

“Good. You’re really good with that thing. Didn’t even need to really teach you.” 

Arthur tipped his head downward so that you couldn’t really make out his face, but John was next to him and could see that he was grinning from ear-to-ear. It really warmed John’s heart to see him so touched. Only lover he had that was nearly as kind to him as Charles was Eliza. People weren’t truly kind to Arthur, very few were. John wasn’t very kind to him either, not after he deserted him for a year. But he was trying to make it up, Charles would be good for Arthur. Arthur just seemed so lonely most days and melancholic, besides himself, Hosea, and Sadie, Charles was the only other one to try and make him feel good about himself. Of course this is all considering the fact that they both love-sick buffoons who needed one non love-sick buffoon like John Marston to help them get together. It was working so far. 

They finally got to that clearing that Arthur mentioned and along the way, they saw rabbits, deer, and even a few turkeys. They were definitely going to have decent meals coming their way. Charles and Arthur were both dismounting when John whistled for Charles to come over to him. 

“Why are you still on your horse? Come down, set up camp with us.” 

“I’ll catch up with y’all later on, I think there was a...a...legendary rabbit up that way. It’s best if we split up to cover more ground, and y’all are better hunters than me so if you stay here you’ll catch all these critters.” 

Charles crossed his arms and smirked. He looked like he caught John’s drift but then maybe Charles just always looked charming. He exhaled and nodded after quiet deliberation. 

“Alright, but I’m telling Arthur before he starts to worry after you.” 

Before John could stop him, Charles turned and shouted, “John’s heading further up, he’ll come back tonight!” 

Arthur shouted back, “If you get into any trouble shoot your gun twice so we can come get you, you hear?” 

“Sure.” 

“You got water? Food? Bullets?” 

“Yes, Arthur!” 

“Don’t come back no later than noon neither, can’t have you running off on us again.” 

Arthur did this when he was a kid and he’s still doing it now. He was grown! He was twenty-six he knew how to pack for a hunting trip! He huffed and began walking away from the two of them. He found a patch of grass on a hill not more than five minutes away from them. When he got to the top he managed to coax his horse to lay down and have a nap with him. When they woke it was well past mid-night. Tiredly, he and his horse trudged back to the campsite where he found that the fire was still lit. He also realized that there was only two tents pitched up instead of three. He went to walk over to the second tent but he kicked an empty can of beans, and Artie got spooked because of it, she huffed two strong gusts of wind in his face. She also woke Arthur up. He came out of the tent with just his pants thrown on haphazardly. When he saw John standing there he put his hands on his hips. 

“You been gone all that time and ain’t bring nothing back? Ain’t you the one that wanted to hunt?”  

“He was a slippery bastard.” 

“Shut up, I see the drool marks on your face, idiot.” 

John crossed his arms. Arthur started to let up. 

“If you was sleeping then you wasn’t eating. Come on, Charles and I made a plate for you.” 

John realized that there were at least ten rabbits, two turkeys, and a buck who was big feller. His stomach growled when Arthur placed the plate in his hands. The food was still warm. It was beans, corn, and turkey. Much better than anything Pearson ever cooked. While he was scarfing it down, Charles came out of the same tent Arthur did, also half-naked. He was yawning while he walked over to Arthur and kissed the man on his bare shoulder. 

“Why did you leave?” 

“Because John came back and nearly let my horse die of shock.” 

Accused man swallowed his food and said very sternly, “I did not!” 

Charles woke up after hearing John’s voice and it was his turn to blush. Arthur’s composure was much better than earlier today. He was smiling at John teasingly. 

“Yes, you’ll be glad to know your little plan worked.” 

“Do I gotta leave camp again to let y’all finish or are you done?” 

Arthur rolled his eyes and waved his little brother away as he turned to go back into the tent. 

“Shut up and go back to bed after you finish eating, that tent’s pitched over there for you. Charles and I will see you in the morning because I ain’t about to let you return to camp empty-handed.” 

Charles followed behind Arthur dutifully as they went back into their tent. Once the camp got quiet again all John could do was childishly mock him before doing exactly as he was told. 

At least Arthur got his man, though. 

[shirtlesssammy]

14x06: Optimism

Then:

The Then Bot automatically triggers this gif when we haven’t seen Cas in a while. I don’t make the rules. (But the opener was excellent this week!)

Now:

We open to not one, but two! people wearing tan coats this episode. Maybe Sears was having a tan coat fire sale when wardrobe was scouting for outfits? I don’t know how else to explain this situation.

One person is Harper, the local library worker. She makes plans to see Winston later that night, but Miles sneaks up with his handy red stapler to defend her honor or something.

Harper then throws libraries under the bus.

My reaction as a librarian working at a busy public library:

Winston, ebullient that his date is confirmed, heads out and struts down the sidewalk with the Bee Gee’s setting his stride. 

LOL. What the hell, show? Poor Winston doesn’t get to finish the song in his head OR go on that date with Harper because he’s yanked into the bushes, leaving nothing but the black goo canon splatter as evidence.

Meanwhile at the bunker, we learn that Jack doesn’t like food as much now that he’s lost his grace (not so much like your father after all…) and that Sam went to meet up with Charlie for an exciting case.

Jack reiterates to Dean that no one blames Dean for Michael, but Dean counters that he blames himself and that’s all that really matters in Dean’s mind. Jack then suggests they go on a hunt. Winston Mathers is dead and he had human bite marks on him. Dean suggests that he’ll go alone, but Jack reminds him of the buddy system. Jack needs to do something to take his mind off the guilt he has for not taking out Michael when he had the chance. (Good lord, he is a Winchester.)

Sam and Charlie continue their stakeout at a bus stop. Charlie brought along books. Sam is her new best friend.

Dean and Jack pull up to Dicks Red Rooster Diner (where’s the possessive apostrophe??) and try to interview the LEAST FRIENDLY diner worker in the world. (Natasha: You might say she’s a real...dick.) Winston is dead. That’s all she knows. And that they should look in to Harper Sayles.

*Classic Jack Moment Alert*

Jack: What’s courting?

Dean: It’s what you do before you start dating.  

Jack: Ah, and that’s the thing you do before the sex.

Our little nephilim is growing up so fast! The diner worker adds, “Sometimes you just have the sex.” Dean literally moves a decorative rooster away and tries to get the conversation back on track. OH DEAN.

They interview locals to get a better picture of Harper: Sweet, lonely, prom queen, boyfriend who ditched her, men disappear on her, loves romance novels.

At the stakeout Sam is busy worrying about Dean when Charlie reassures him that Dean’ll be fine. He then tells her about how Dean used to have a wingman in our Charlie (uh, DEAN LITERALLY HAS A WINGMAN RIGHT NOW.) But this scene is sobering to realize that this Charlie is not our Charlie. She tells the story of meeting the love of her life, Kara (she owned a bakery outside of Chicago and smelled like peaches and had a smile that made Charlie’s face light up in such a way that made me ache and cry for someone I’ll never even see on this show. guh.) She then tells what happened when Michael and Lucifer started their war. Their world fell apart and Kara died. Sam says, “Not here.” Charlie responds, “Not yet.” Hahaha, that world didn’t have Sam Fucking Winchester and his brother.

At the diner, Dean eats pie and Jack asks about the birds and the bees. Dean’s gonna give Jack “the talk”. First, they need to investigate Harper.

At the library, Dean starts interrogating Harper when Jack interrupts. Dean tells the kid to back off and Jack tells the old man to back off. Dean’s FACE. He does not like to be called old. He takes off. The music swells, and Harper, impressed with Jack coming to her rescue, thanks him and stares and stares.

Harper and Jack take off for her apartment. Miles shows up again, but is rebuffed again. He heads to the alley and while Dean starts to follow Jack and Harper, he hears Miles scream and takes a detour. Miles is dead on the ground.

At the stakeout, Charlie tells Sam that this is her last case. She hates hunting and just wants to live on a mountaintop with good wifi. So much to unpack with that little conversation.

At Harper’s apartment, she goes to find a book for Jack while Jack lays the usual hunter traps --silver, holy water, coughing ‘Christo’. OH JACK.

Charlie thinks they’re dealing with a Musca --a human/fly hybrid.

Jack asks Harper about her boyfriend, Vance. He wanted to leave town, but Harper wanted to stay. He left, and Harper’s bad luck started. Jack and Harper keep staring and bonding while soft music fills the scene. This is so not romantic, folks.

*Classic Jack Moment Alert II*

Harper: Jack, do you believe in love at first sight?

Jack: Do you...mind if I use the bathroom?

Once in the bathroom, Jack calls Dean to tell him that she’s not a monster and that he’s 99% sure that she’s in love with him. Dean disagrees. All the same, Jack needs to know everything about sex. Go. While on the phone, Dean is attacked!

Jack heads back into Harper’s living room. She invites him out for coffee (ooo, like a date?) when Dean busts in. “Hey, I work with Jack. We’re here to save lives. Maybe yours.” And then the pounding begins in earnest on the door. Something growls fiercely in the hallway, slamming against the front door. Dean spots a photo of Harper’s ex boyfriend on the counter. It turns out that Vance - the one who moved away - has returned as a zombie.

Jack smuggles Harper out while Dean tangles with “Archie” the crazed red-headed undead in a letterman’s jacket.

The fight goes swimmingly (very poorly), but Jack and Harper escape.

Meanwhile, Sam and Charlie continue their stakeout. Sam tries to convince Charlie to stick around but she tells him sharply that, “It’s my life, Sam. Not hers, and not yours.” This is such a wonderful, valid point. I’m so glad to see Charlie sticking up for herself and validating her unique existence.

They don’t have much time to lock horns on the issue, though, because the strange Doctor Who villain has returned to sit creepily next to other bus stop denizens.

A bus rolls up and when it pulls away they just manage to catch a glimpse of the guy from the bus stop getting dragged away down an alley. They give chase.

Back with Dean, Vance gives up mid-fight and races outside to pursue Harper. Jack and Harper hide in the library, lock the door, and turn out the light. Nobody will ever think to look for her there…

Sam and Charlie zero in on a slimy door and brainstorm options. They don’t have a brass nail dipped in sugar water - the traditional instrument of destruction - so they’ll have to improvise. They bust inside and find a warehouse full of stinking meat and the cloying scent of pine fresh. Flies fill the air in a terrible symphony.

They find a pile of bodies and the monster’s briefcase. The briefcase is full of a chloroformed handkerchief and a megaton of pinefresh air fresheners. They find the victim - who’s still alive. Unfortunately for them, so is the fly monster. It attacks first Charlie, then Sam, and totally bugs out on them.

For Costuming Science

They work together to kill the fly, shooting it in the head. It’s...juicy. But dead! Good work, guys.

Back in the library, Harper and Jack watch the doors of the library warily as they hunker behind the circulation desk. Harper sneaks up to lock the front door, when Vance arrives at the door. They stare at each other and then Harper opens the door and lets in her ex boyfriend. He hands her a book and Harper swoons and goes in for the kiss. “He’s my boyfriend,” Harper announces. “He just gets a little jealous sometimes.”

“But he’s dead. And stalking you.” Poor Jack does NOT compute. Undead, ultra-possessive Vance has to eat flesh to maintain his body, and has eaten a succession of Harper’s suitors. She’s cool with it, though. It’s just like a sex game, right? RIGHT?

Vance stalks Jack through the library while Harper waits primly at the circulation desk. “I come from a long line of necromancers,” Harper confesses over the intercom. She killed Vance to keep him in town after college, and then killed every unsuitable suitor after that.

Dean sneaks up on Jack in the library and they share a whispered plan of attack. Just a short while later, Jack approaches Harper and gives her a romantic monologue about why she should choose him instead of Vance. He’s alive, for one thing. They can settle down in town and also, did he mention, he’s alive? 

Vance doesn’t take kindly to this and attacks, but Dean pens him in and shoots him. Harper watches the violence while Dean tries to bargain with crazy, undead Vance. “This isn’t love, not anymore...You have to eat people to stay together? Is that romantic, huh?” Nice try, Dean. Harper orders Vance to kill Dean but it’s too late. Jack and Dean grab hold of Vance’s arms and cuff him to the security checkpoint. Harper escapes out of the front door.

Charlie and Sam drive home after their hunt. The recent Musca abductee survived and the fly guy is dead. Sam preaches a sermon to Charlie about how the Musca striking out on his own and leaving his family led to his demise. Charlie scoffs at Sam’s metaphor. “I wasn’t looking for love. I found it, and I lost it. And I didn’t kill people and nest in their body parts.” Accurate!

This discussion is intercut with scenes of the Musca collecting their fallen dead, loading him onto a stretcher to presumably bring him home. It’s beautiful, and a little surreal - a token of a community’s love even when one of their members has gone so terribly astray.

Sam gives up the metaphor, because he’s a smart guy. “Don’t leave,” he says simply. Sam insists that hunters do good in the world, and that goodness can spread just as much as the bad. “That’s worth it, even with all the tears and death.” This is such a wholesome, healthy thing for Sam to say.

“Just to be super clear, I am not like the fly monster,” Charlie tells Sam. But she’ll think about staying. (Staaaaay, Charlie, staaaaay!)

I love this very relevant quote of the day from Jason Fischer’s Twitter account from Thursday: 

At the cock a doodle dick diner, Harper sits and pens a juvenile note to Jack. “I am not crazy,” she insists in her love letter. LOL. She’s finally been convinced to leave town so she can track down Jack, kill him, resurrect him with her dark magic, and date him forever. How...sweet. 

She addresses the letter to Jack Smith, care of the Lebanon post office. Several have speculated that she’s going to show up as a driving presence in episode 300, which I am HERE for, sirs.

At the bunker, Jack and Dean share a post-hunt drink. Vance is dead, staked in his grave. Love can be crazier than Harper’s wacky approach, Dean tells Jack. Jack absorbs this, and insists that he’s ready to hunt now. “You’re gonna make mistakes,” Dean tells Jack (and HIMSELF, RIGHT?) “It’s how you handle yourself once you’ve made those mistakes.” Jack hammers down the point that Dean’s doing his best, too.

Dean accedes, and starts talking plans for getting Jack out on more hunts. Suddenly, Jack succumbs to his cough. He buckles over, blood dripping from his nose and out of his mouth. He passes out on the kitchen floor. OH NOES

True Quotes Last Forever:

He’s just overreacting because nothing ever happens here.

We can be hunting buddies!

His obituary said he loved having breakfast here in the morning which is sort of oddly specific.

Pie’s important.

People are always the same when things go wrong: they lose it. One day the water’s shut off; the next day people are on fire.

I have read all the books.

When the goo fits…

Our perp might just be a giant fly with low self esteem.

I need to know everything about sex. Go.

At first I thought it was a ghost, then he punched me in the face.

You don’t want to tackle some regular guy just because he’s into some weird fashion.

So, we got creative. Cool.

Some people pretend to be naughty nurses. Some people get tied up.

Every relationship has its stuff.

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[hoesidon]

Klance Fic Recs:

A mutual of mine @ichaotic-neutrali wanted some fic recs so here’s some of my favorites. If anyone has any recommendations please feel free to add on!

The Ultimate Wingman: by luna_fox Summary: Lance and Hunk have moved in to the new student apartments at Garrison University called The V at Garrison. Living on their floor, they meet and befriend their neighbors: Pidge, a child prodigy in robotics. Matt, Allura, and Shiro, life time friends with the boys watching over their siblings. And Keith, the anti-social boy who hates change. As time progresses, they all become friends and Lance finally finds someone to help him explore his bisexuality - his gay neighbor Keith. They strike a deal = Lance helps Keith find a social life while Keith becomes Lance's wingman, but what happens when both men realize that their deal has become more complicated than they expected. Words: 60,290 Chapters: 11/?

The Ties That Bind by: Smiles4Voltron, Weirdpersonhere Summary: Lance fell hard at Garrison, unable to stop himself from adoring his rival. However, when Kerberos went missing Keith changed. Through time, Lance got over his broken heart, swearing to never allow himself to get hurt like that again. So how come he is falling for the same tricks a year later when he is reunited with Keith and the two of them get chosen to save the Universe through Voltron! Words: 71,750 Chapters: 12/?

Blueprints by: UnderTheSilentStars Summary: "While soulmarks themselves were common, it was rare for someone to have anything other than the name of their other half...and Lance had a red paw print." Soulmark Au Words: 39,204 Chapters: 23/?

So Anyway, Here's Wonderwall by: fairietailed, themuffintitan Summary: Lance can't seem to look anywhere but Keith as he performs. He doesn’t bother trying to hear the music over the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. -- In which Keith is a bassist and Lance is weak. Words: 59,166 Chapters: 15/?

Ignorance Is Bliss by: YouAreInAComaWakeUp (Nikanaiko) Summary: As it turns out, learning that your house is haunted makes the ghosts a lot more aggressive. Who knew? Ah, well. At least one of them is hot. And he's the less-evil one, too, so that's always a plus. Words: 6,443 Chapters: 1/?

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things by: Acequisitor Summary: Wine Aunt: Oh shit Hunkin' Donuts: Great googly moogly Space Dad™: Well that's enough for today Nigel Cornberry: I leave for 20 minutes and this is what I come back to? Nigel Cornberry: Can you kids relax for just one minute? Words: 18, 002 Chapters: 7/?

Lonely Will Wait by: ciuucalata Summary:  “I should get rid of these fucking stars,” he mumbles getting out of bed. Like usually he opens his window blinds, letting in the warm summer wind and the light that steals the stars’ glow. He put them up twelve- maybe thirteen years ago, when he first started to have the dreams(memories?) and when they still reminded him of a time when he was a hero together with a group of strangers that felt like family. They make falling asleep easier at night, just like they did back then, but the panic and the helplessness that he feels every morning are no longer worth it. (or the one with the reincarnation where Lance is the only one who remembers but doesn't let it get in the way of him finally having a normal life with his old family) Words: 5,582 Chapters: 1/?

True Love or Something (series) by: DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee Words: 84,347 Works: 20 Complete: No

The Volton Chat Fic No One Asked For by: fleep Summary: dont hunk with my heart: did u really photoshop ur face over a man in a chicken costume running from the police keith is fine: thats pidge hunk pidge is the police dont hunk with my heart: howd u make that so fast lancemememachine: ive had this saved up for an occasion like this Nobody asked for this Words: 15,039 Chapters: 13/?

legendary meme defenders by: Kitsune300 Summary: getting bi: gbfyhed guys Im dead getting bi:  you might as well plan my funeral space dad: hello dead, I’m dad getting bi: SHRIO STFU smol and ready to brawl: lance that is no way to speak to your father Words: 34,441 Chapters: 25/?

Power-kick by: Johnny_kun Summary: “I am so sorry, you just fell so hard for me and I feel bad about it now.” Lance had to admit that his pick-up lines were getting better.

“Did you kick the ball?! Purposely at me?” The black haired man asked, voice laced with annoyance as he got up, ignoring Lance’s offered hand for help.

“It was an accident, really. I was showing my children how to do a power-kick.” Lance’s flirty smile didn’t change the unimpressed expression on the stranger’s face.

“You should show them how to apologize now.” Words: 42,994 Chapters: 16/?

Spaghettification and Other Extreme Sports by: SociopathicAngel Summary: During their final battle with Zarkon and the Galra Empire, Zarkon creates a black hole capable of destroying the universe. Lance sacrifices himself and Blue in order to stop it... and ends up in an alternate universe where everything is just a bit not right Words: 17,978 Chapters: 4/4

The Quiet  by: MilkTeaMiku Summary: Does he not realise he's dead?

Keith can see ghosts. As a part of his Garrison training, he's sent to a hospital to do one year of medical clerkship - it's there that he meets a charmingly irritating ghost who definitely needs to learn what boundaries are. Words: 34,500 Chapters: 17/?

Foreign Scenes by: bwyn Summary: Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.  Words: 51,334 Chapters: 7/12

If Fireflies Cast Shadows  by: Sasaina_Ai Summary:  You'd think finding your soulmate would be difficult, since there's only one of them and over seven trillion people in the world. Thankfully, God decided to take pity on his creations, and gave each person the very first words their soulmate would say to them. It was always in their personalized handwriting and the color that best describe them, decorating the wrist of your dominant hand. And, if you touch it after you meet them, you can send them your emotions, even thoughts if your connection is strong enough.     

And that's all fine and dandy - except it isn't.

Because Lance McClain, the fun-loving guy with groan-inducing puns and pick-up lines that never work, who's six-foot one with a good attitude and a hundred friends, has the words "Don't fucking touch me, asshole" scribbled in messy red letters on his left wrist. Words: 50,378 Chapters: 3/?

Botched Ink by: Syremia Summary: "Your soulmate is that who shares the same symbol on their skin as yours." Was all Lance had been teached since a young age. He was the only one in his large group of friends to not have a symbol of his own. Just as he thought he was gonna live alone until he met Keith in a bar. The problem was that Keith already had a symbol of his own. (Warning: Various mentions of heavy drinking ahead) Words: 14,977 Chapters: 4/?

Kiss My Ice  by: delictor Summary: Lance hasn't skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can't skate for shit but that doesn't stop him from catching Lance's attention, even when he can't so much as stand up after falling on the ice.  'When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.'“Soon as we're off this ice you're dead.” Keith's threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it. “Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions. “Should I?” “No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I'm gonna twirl you, okay?” “No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he's suddenly viewing the entire arena and his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance's chest, his chest rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith's upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.” “Technically, we are on land.” “We're on frozen water, get me off it.” Words: 40,250 Chapters: 6/10

Entangled by: mackerelmademedoit Summary: When Keith found himself mentally linked to Lance of all people, he never thought that it would end in anything but irritation and misery on both sides. He certainly never imagined that it would be a useful asset in team Voltron's fight against the Galra Empire. Now if he can just keep his feelings in check, they might actually have a chance at defeating Zarkon.Needless to say, when he'd wished for a 'bonding moment' with Lance, this wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind.(Eventual romance and mature content for later chapters). Words: 80,975 Chapters: 11/12

Crossroads by: manamune Summary: When Keith crashed his Lion into a Galra warship in order to stop it from destroying a solar system, and more importantly, his friends, he was fully prepared to die for it.What he didn’t prepare for was to wake up in an alternate universe where he and Lance were dating. Words: 106,833 Chapters: 25/25

Of booty shorts and Injuries by: Queerswimming Summary: Keith is sure that he’s having a heart attack. Or that he hurt his brain when he fell earlier. Because it’s simply not possible that the boy who’s sitting next to him is not a hallucination. How could someone so gorgeous just sit in an emergency room at night?"Keith and Lance unexpectantly meet at the emergency room in the middle of the night. Words: 19,220 Chapters: 3/?

Loving Him Was Red  by: Resamille Summary: Loving him was red, just like the suit Lance now wears in Keith’s absence. Words: 4,135 Chapters: 1/1

Stowaway by: glubsauce Summary: When Lance finds a handsome stranger hiding in the backseat of his Jeep on the way to Pidge's birthday party, he can't help but wonder what his story is. Luckily for him, after he drops him off at his destination, he quickly gets revisited.

Lance is a bi college student who lets Keith, a dfab genderfluid 21 year-old, stay at his apartment after Keith runs away from home. Words: 27,109 Chapters: 9/?

you never stood a chance by: kagshina Summary: lance to hunk ♡ >i’m gonna fukin die hunk oh mygod i sent >keith a work out selfie that i wan supposed to fcukin send to you and you know what it said >”BET YOU WANNA LICK THESE NIPS” >HUNK I WILL NEVE BE ABLE TO FCE HIM AGAIN I WANT TO DI E(Or, Keith is beautiful, Lance has a crush, and there's lots of shirtless selfies) Words: 12,221 Chapters: 1/1

little numbers by: ashtxns Summary: brolance: keith is officially CANCELLED Words: 22,202 Chapters: 23/?

Better than coffee by peralta Summary: When Lance tries to curb his coffee addiction by replacing it with boba, he can’t help but linger around a perpetually grumpy-looking employee who works at the nearby teahouse. Keith, despite all the Yelp reviews, turns out to be surprisingly kind. Lance starts coming every day—although he insists it’s only for the boba.

And to complain about the customer service, of course. Words: 14,805 Chapters: 3/?

nothing's quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts, thebrotherswinchester Summary: Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street. Words: 50,370 Chapters: 1/1

Infection by: Talinor Summary: "Citizens are advised to stay inside at all costs until the infection is under control," Nyma's voice was slightly stronger when she spoke up again. "And if you come across a possibly infected individual, do not- I repeat, do  not-  come into contact with them. This infection is reported to be highly contagious. If you see someone you believe is infected, stay away and report them immediately. Officers will come to take them to the nearest vacant hospital as soon as they can. Please try to remain calm, and lock your doors." Words: 20,615 Chapters: 5/?

Six Feet Over by: freshia Summary: "And, right, of course. He hadn't told Pidge—or Hunk, actually, who was sitting on the other side of the table from him—because somehow “I see dead people” just doesn't quite have the same effect that it surely had before 1999. Go figure."

Lance Sanchez sees ghosts. Lance Sanchez also tries his best to avoid ghosts, until he literally can't, because his new apartment is inhabited by one very confused ghost named Keith. Words: 47,313 Chapters: 13/?

Sweet Tooth by: Huletty Summary: Lance took a breath and walked forward through the swinging door. He kept his mind focused on one task. Get those damn pastries. Don’t look at anything but the pastries, don’t touch anything but the pastries, don’t speak to anything but the pastries. Don’t even glance at the kid with the mullet, who was currently putting frosting on a new batch of cookies, pink tongue slightly sticking out of his mouth in concentration. 'What I would do to have that tongue on my- The pastries!' Lance jerked his vision away and back to the cart full of stacked trays.

Otherwise known as the Bakery/Cafe/Pastry Shop AU this fandom needs but probably not the one it deserves. Words: 11,175 Chapters: 5/?

Team Voltron: a group chat by: Castielwinchestar Summary: This is absolute trash with a kinda-sorta plot it's so much fun and I'm basically writing my interpretation of the entire Voltron Team on crack so please read this I promise you won't be disappointed <3 Words: 21,602 Chapters: 20/?

Skinny band nerd takes it up the ass from the beefcake football captain (series) by: Lynn1998 Words: 42,730 Works: 6 Complete: No

To the Universe and Back with You by: manamune Summary: Lance and Keith were friends with benefits slash tentative boyfriends when the Galra empire fell. And just when their real relationship was starting to begin, Keith took off without a word, leaving Lance with a broken heart and a whole lot of resentment.

Fast forward seven years later and Lance is the only paladin living on Earth, with his cat Peaches for company. It’s not perfect, but he’s happy.

That is, until Shiro summons them to form Voltron again and Lance has to face his greatest fear: the past. Words:10,100 Chapters: 1/3

Nightmares by: Trashness Summary: Lance's nightmares are getting out of control. It's effecting his and the team's performance, but he's at a loss for how to fix this.

Apparently sleeping next to a warm body helps. Words: 14,864 Chapters: 1/1