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@ficsofvoltron
😅 if I were to have a quote from a fic I once read (from like 2018) do you think you might know the fic it came from? 🧀
I can’t make that kind of guarantee, but send in the quote anyway :) It’s possible someone following this blog might now about it!
“I-what? Who said flirting? I wasn’t flirting. Maybe you were flirting!”
“But you just said you were flirting with me!”
“Did I? Lo siento, no hablo inglés. ¿Quién eres tú?”
“What-Lance. What is happening right now?!”
“Yo no sé. Ahora deja de molestarme, porque necesito terminar de vestirme antes de desayunar.”
“I DON’T SPEAK SPANISH LANCE!”
“THEN YOU SHOULD LEARN MULLET BRAINS!”
"'S just... I'm still... kiss me so I stop talking?"
"I'm not giving you an out—"
"You know you want to—"
"Lance—"
"According to—"
Keith growled and pushed him against the wall, kissing him hard and fast. Lance was dazed when he pulled away. "Shut up. This is fourth time you've done this. I can't believe I'm still attracted to you."
“Keith!” he shouted, louder than he had been.
He jumped out of skin when what felt like God’s voice responded with a metallic, ringing voice, “The store will be closing in five minutes.”
Lance dragged a hand down his face.
“What did he say?” he asked.
“Oh,” said Hunk. “You know, the stuff about you being an idiot, and how caring you are, even though it takes a while to realise that. How thoughtful you are. Some embarrassing stuff I’m not going to repeat about your general – general thing you’ve got going on.”
Lance smirked. “Please repeat it.”
“Guh,” Hunk crossed his arms. “Just you know, nice hair, nice face, nice … shoulders, I think?”
“Thanks, Hunk, I never knew you felt that way.”
Most importantly, that this guy, amazingly, impossibly, thinks he’s a girl. Somehow.
A girl, not… Well.
Apparently a skirt, a hair bow, and a bit of old lip gloss did a lot more than Lance gave it credit for, especially given this was paired with his loose, boyish shirt that he knows for certain is one of Carlos’s old things, and his distinctly short hair.
“The language of flowers associates the following meanings with sweet peas: blissful pleasure, delicate pleasure, good-bye, departure, adieu and thank you for a lovely time”
snuggle muffin (1:25): fine. I love your memes snuggle muffin (1:25): but I love YOU more me (1:26): damn snuggle muffin that’s so smooth im swooning rn oh mr kogane oooohhhh snuggle muffin (1:26): don’t call me snuggle muffin snuggle muffin (1:27): ALSO CHANGE MY NAME IN UR PHONE WTF me (1:27): never
Lance’s heart is still racing and his breath is still leaving him in gasps so his words come out broken and breathy. “I like … there’s… there’s a guy .”
Hunk stares at him incredulously. “ Didn’t you come out to me , like , FOUR YEARS AGO?” He throws his hands up in the air, realizing that nothing is, in fact, on fire. “Why are you telling me this at —” A glance over at the clock. “ Three in the morning ?”
“He’s -” Lance heaves in a heavy breath and braces him on the back of the couch. “I didn’t… think…” He struggles for a few seconds longer as his thoughts race at a mile a minute, too fast for him to even stay on top of. In an a desperate attempt to just get it out and stop the panic in his mind he sputters out a single word. “ Keith .”
The room falls silent. Neither he nor Hunk say anything for a minute, the bold, red 8 flipping onto the clock screen while they stare each other down.
Then, finally.
“……….you woke me up for this?”
“You know I’m gay, right?” he asks his coach in between catching his breath. He wipes his face with the back of his hand whilst his coach looks at Keith. Keith looks back and takes another drink of water, waiting.
“Do I know - I know you royally fucked that landing,” his coach answers. “If you break something ‘cause you can’t be bothered to listen to me, Kogane, don’t come crying to me.”
“Cool,” Keith says, “Don’t cry. Got it,” and gets back up.
“I can crush you if I want, so, if you don’t want shit I suggest staying out of my way. Got it?”
Keith looked at the dick with breakfast breath right in the eye. The guy’s wide face taking up most of his vision with how much he was trying to get in his face. Obviously dyed violet hair glinting in the harsh florescent lights of the school, his short bangs damp with sweat. Keith wondered if he could just let himself go just a little bit. To not hold back and really see how much he could just straight up melt this asshole in front of him.
No, no. Bad Keith. He’s not evil and he has kept a lid on his powers ever since they started to get out of control, badly, but no one’s got hurt as much as that one kid that ate it back then. He moved past it. And he’ll never have to see him again for the rest of his life. He just needed to get past this asshole.
“You want to be a fighter pilot, right? Don’t you ever wonder if you’ll die out on a mission, or end up here like the patients?”
Keith had wondered about that, actually. Death and the afterlife seemed to be quite the popular topic in his mind, and he almost wanted to tell Hunk that, but he didn’t, and instead quietly considered his question. “I think it’s very likely that I will die out in the field,” Keith finally said. “It would be stupid for me to not expect that, and if I don’t think about it, then I’ll be more scared of it than I would if I did. I… I don’t think I’m afraid of death, not when I know what happens after it.”
“You know what happens?” Hunk asked.
Keith shrugged. “I have a fairly good hunch.”
“I told you to stay calm,” Keith protests defensively.
Pidge looks at him incredulously, fingers still buried in Keith’s shoulders. “Stay calm? Stay calm? That’s like telling somebody ‘stay calm’ and locking them in a cage with a ravenous lion.”
Keith grimaces, offended without quite knowing why. He privately thinks Pidge is over exaggerating, just a little bit. He’d only disappeared out of reality for a small handful of seconds, it wasn’t like he’d turned Pidge into a toad or anything.
“Keith? You know him? Is he okay?”
“He’s alright,” Lance replies quickly. “Um, to my knowledge at least. We went to middle school together apparently. Now we’re hospital room neighbors…” Lance chatters on as he wheels himself towards Keith’s room. Shiro looks marginally overwhelmed by Lance’s amiable, boisterous, hyperactive nature.
“Halt!” he commanded. “I am Keith and this is my best friend, Lance! We’re explorers looking for The Truth!”
The boy stared at them for a moment and scratched his side as he appeared to think.
“Well,” he started, “my name’s Hunk, this is my backyard and I’m pretty sure we don’t have any, uh, ‘truth’ or whatever you’re talking about… I got Legos, wanna play?”
“LEGOS!” Lance suddenly shouted from behind Keith, quickly running past both of the boys.
An apology trips itself up in Lance’s throat. “I—I’m sorry, I just… I was just—”
Keith’s nostrils flare, his lips parting to reveal gritted teeth. “Yes, okay?! Yes, I’m afraid of thunderstorms!” His fingers tighten into fists, leaving marks in the sandy ground below. “They’re loud, they’re bright, they’re goddamn terrifying, and I hate them!”
“You saw Shiro?”
“Yeah. Kinda. He didn’t see me, I don’t think, I’m kinda a ghost right now. Wait.” Keith turned, confusion overtaking his features. “How can you see me?”
Matt waved off his question. “When? When did you see Shiro?”
“Like two seconds ago, Matt, calm down.”