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SPOILERS for ODAAT Season 3!!(Kinda?)
(This isn’t on my Ao3 yet but I have a lot, a lot of story idea for this ship, especially now with Season 3 so maybe I’ll start a short story collection there.)
Her mind is blank.
For the first time in years Penelope's mind is quiet.
She can't think of the questions she should ask or the worries she should have.
Penelope is standing in the airport, seeing her daughter, her oldest child, off to college and she still has so many things to say to her, to remind her of, to tell her, to ask her - but nothing comes to her mind.
She should ask Elena if she has her passport, her emergency credit card, her phone, her wallet…
Should tell her, even though there may be miles and miles between them, a single phone call will make them turn up at her doorstep in the middle of the night without a second thought.
But her mind doesn't seem to comprehend the quick flashes of thought running through it. Her mouth seems unable to form the words she desperately wants to say.
Penelope can only continue to watch on as Elena turn to Schneider to say goodbye.
Lydia and Alex standing arm in arm beside them, gently dabbing the corners of their eyes. Doctor Berkowitz's hand carefully placed on Lydia's shoulder.
Schneider envelops Elena in a tight hug. Penelope sees him putting his chin on top of her head, closing his eyes.
Her heart aches, the inevitability of all of it closing up her throat. After him, she is the last one Elena will say goodbye to and then she will be gone.
Penelope still doesn't know what to say.
Then Schneider pushes Elena away by her shoulders. Bending down a little to look in her eyes.
“Do you have your passport?”
“Yes Schneider, it's right here in my bag.”
“Emergency credit card?”
“Yes, I have it.”
“Your anxiety meds?”
“Yuppp.”
“Phone?”
“Schneider, come on.”
“…”
“Yes, I have it.”
“Okay, good. Good. So, just remember. If there ever ever is something wrong you can call me.
Anytime, anyday, anywhere.
Even if it's just for some Pictures of dogs in wigs or kitten videos.
You can call me.
I mean I know you have your whole family to call first but just know, I will always be there for you. I just wanted you to know that.”
With a slight sob Elena throws herself in Schneiders arm again, pressing her face in his shoulder, shoulders shaking.
“Hey there, none of that, Elena. You're going to do amazing.”
Penelope watches as Schneiders eyes turn misty as he strokes Elena hair.
And -
Oh -
A feeling spreads in her stomach.
Physical, strong, overwhelming
Oh -
and impossible to ignore.
Not something I wanted, somthing I need
fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
words: 1405
summary: This is me being salty about everything that happenend. So I’m here with probably the first Fix-It Fics of many to come. Season 8 Episode 1 AUÂ
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Since they set the Launch Date for their final mission Lance often found himself alone. Most of the time without him intentionally searching for a quiet place.
With every minute their departure grew closer and closer, inevitable.
He knew he should spend all his remaining time on earth with his family, enjoying their presence as much as possible. He should tease his nephews, spend time with his siblings, help his mother out in the kitchen, all the things he did before he went to the Garrison and disappeared for years.
But being with them just reminded him that he would, again, leave them and his home behind, and this time voluntarily.
He would again leave a immeasurable part of himself behind even if Veronica was joining them this time.
the universe keeps pulling us apart
Part two of my story if we only had more time
fandom: The 100
words: 1310
pairing: Bellarke
Soulmate AU
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He is staring down at the earth.
Another day on the Arc.
Another view of clouds and clouds and clouds of smoke down there.
Bellamys eyes drift over the globe beneath him. Trying to pinpoint the place they took their stand against an unbeatable foe.
The place she took her last stand.
The pen in his grip is unbelievable heavy.
These words are his last connection to her.
His latest message already smudged.
How fast the words on his skin fade just reminds him of how the time passes without her. Every faded message reminds him that the world goes on without her in it.
He doesn’t tell the others what losing her means to him.
He doesn’t have to.
if we only had more time
fandom: The 100
words: 1002
pairing: Bellarke
Soulmate AUÂ
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When he is younger his hands are sometimes stained in color.
And he hates his soulmate for it.
The careless smudges on his body just scream privileged at him. He has never even touched an actual pencil or piece of charcoal. And his soulmate always seems to have them around. Resources like that are reserved for the people in charge on the Arc. And for their kids.
Sometimes a small hello or hi appears on the inside of his wrist. He stays silent. They words disappears soon after.
The people who are in charge are the ones who his mother is most terrified of.
this is 100% accurate lmao
i'm destined for anything at all
fandom: The 100
words: 783
pairing: Bellarke
summary: Somewhere else down there was Clarke.Â
His right thumb stroked over his left wrist. He knew the words inked into it by heart.See you soon.They accompanied him since he was three years old.
Soulmate AU - The last words your soulmate speaks to you are inked on your wrist in their handwriting
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Bellamy stared at the burning earth beneath him. The bottle of liquor - to be opened on earth - in his hand. The wax sigil that closed the bottle for almost a hundred years was broken. Even though the bottle never made it down to the earth with the other Arkers. Bellamy carefully placed it back on the windowsill, wondering. Maybe the bottle would fulfill its purpose the next time. Â Â
The next time.
Bellamy shook his head.
In the span of six months they left space, got back to earth after almost 100 years, fought wars on the first thought inhabitable planet, and had to flee back to space again after not even a year on the ground.
They only been on earth for such a short part of his life. But Bellamy felt a deep ache in his bones to return to the planet. To breathe real, fresh air, not the stale reused one here in the Ark. To eat fresh food and drink fresh water, not Murphy’s recycled piss. To be able to go somewhere without bounds. Â
But below him the earth didn’t even look like the earth anymore. For decades the people on the Arc longingly looked down on their green planet. Now there were no more greens, browns or large bodies of water. Just a burning smoky orange planet.
And somewhere down on that destroyed planet (the second time in only one hundred years, gods humanity sucked) was his sister, trying to be a leader to over a thousand people who never got along when there were miles of land between them, confined in close quarters for 5 years.
Somewhere else down there was Clarke.
His right thumb stroked over his left wrist. He knew the words inked into it by heart.
See you soon.
They accompanied him since he was three years old. Â
Sometimes in the darkness of their room, their mum out somewhere with someone, and his sister under the floor, he let himself imagine.
He let himself imagine the moment his soulmate would speak their last words to him. Most of the scenarios in his head did not have a happy end. Living on the Ark and being one of it’s lower class citizens brought dangers with them, Bellamy, young as he was, did understand. So he saw his soulmate getting dragged away by guards, his soulmate being sucked into space, his soulmate staring at him with sad eyes before he was going to be floated and them both holding onto each other as the Ark slowly broke away around them.
But if he dared to, late in the night, plagued by nightmares, he imagined himself and his soulmate side by side on earth, skin wrinkly of old age, promising to see each other on the other side.
Other then these late night ponderings Bellamy did not spend much time dwelling on his soulmate. Life was hard enough without the constant chattering of how special he was because he had these markings on his wrist.
Not many people on the Ark could show off a soulmate tattoo like him. Most of the generations on the Arc wore a blank space on their wrist. A sign that they did not have a soulmate, or simply would never meet to exchange any words. With seemed very possible now that Bellamy thought about it, since a lot of people were still living on the earth, thousands of kilometers away from them. Â
Bellamy’s thoughts were interrupted as Raven joined him. The heavy silence of loss hung over them.
“She’s not dead.”
He heard Raven sigh next to him. “Bellamy. I know we both want to believe that. We all survived a lot of awful things. But not even Clarke could survive this.” She vaguely gestured to the burning earth.
“Raven. What were her last words to me before we split up?”
Raven’s brows furrowed. “Her last … ” Then her eyes widen and she turned towards him. “You mean?”
He tugged back the red hazmat suit to show Raven his wrist. “They do not say hurry.”
Tears formed in Raven’s eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I saw her writing down 99 names. That’s when I knew. I mean, I think I knew before that but after that I knew. It’s her handwriting. Somehow she managed to survive. She’s alive somewhere down there, all by herself for the next five years.”   Â
Not like this
fandom: The 100
words: 422
pairing: Bellarke
summary: “Clarke.” The deep rumble of his voice interrupted their comfortable silence. “We both know that the fuel isn't enough for us to land safely. And if something happens I need you to know that I - “
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“Tomorrow's the day. It's been five years.”
“It felt way longer than that.”
Bellamy heard a soft hum of agreement over the radio.
They had been talking for a while now, going over the last preparations for tomorrow, so that the delinquents might make it back to earth alive. For Bellamy that didn’t just mean making it to earth but making it back to Clarke’s side.
He tried to imagine Clarke, on the other side of the line, radio in her hand. He had not seen her in five years. Would there be more lines around her mouth, showing the worries of their months on earth together that finally caught up on her? Would he find new scars on her body if he dared to look close? Would her hair be longer or did she cut it?
“Clarke.” The deep rumble of his voice interrupted their comfortable silence. “We both know that the fuel isn't enough for us to land safely. And if something happens I need you to know that I - “
“Bellamy. Don’t.”, Clarke’s forceful whisper interrupted him.
“Clarke. Please.” He begged her, heart heavy in his chest, fingers clenching around the radio. He needed her to know. Before it was too late (again).
“No. Not like this.”
Bellamy sucked in a breath. Not like this. “If we don’t make it, not that I’m doubting Raven’s and Monty’s abilities, then I … ”
“You will. Make it. And when you get down - ”
Bellamy heard her breathe in and say, “- tell me.”
His heart jumped in his chest as a shy grin spread across his face and he ducked his head.
“Yeah, okay. See you tomorrow, Clarke Griffin.”
“See you tomorrow, Bellamy Blake.”
He looked at the radio one last time. This was the only connection they had to the earth, to Clarke, for the past five years. It had taken Raven and Monty almost a month to establish a working radio link to Becca’s lab. During that month, they had not known if Clarke survived the second nuclear apocalypse the earth had seen in the last 100 years. And when he heard her voice again, asking if he, if they, made it, he could not hold back the tears.
He was waiting for a loud static to fill the room, signaling that Clarke put the radio back on its station. But it didn’t come.
She did not want to say goodbye to him either.
“You know, I probably won’t be able to sleep tonight.”
“Yeah, me neither.”
“Tell me something?”
“Yeah, sure.”
the sun goes down and it comes back up
Summary: Demigod!AU Klance with a bit of ShalluraÂ
The person spoke up again, “Everything is normal. Turn back. Leave me alone.”
Keith could feel his body freezing up again, ready to follow the voice’s instructions when he snapped. “Hey, dude! Could you maybe stop that?”
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Part 2, the arms
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“So, Lance. This is the armory. There is a big selection of different weapons ranging from swords to hairbrushes, some of them are antiques and some were forged just last week.”
Lance looked around the room Allura just took him to.
Allura was one of the older demigods in the Camp. A trainer, working together with Shiro and Coran and a few others to teach the new demigods about fighting, strategies and their history. Â
Lance was told by Shiro that Allura was the expert at camp when it came to hand-to-hand combat. And as she was a daughter of Hecate, she was also considered the best magic user at Camp Half-Blood. Keeping it short, she was an impressive figure, both as she was looming over most of the other campers with her height and with the skills she acquired over her years of being a demigod.
“Most half-blood can actually feel which weapon fits their style the best, so how about you just look around, take everything in and then we can test them out?”
Lance nodded. His mind was overflowing with all the images the room provided him.
The walls were covered in shield and bows with their respective arrows. Some of them looked straight out of some fantasy world, one bow was entirely made out of what looked like vines with small flowers growing out of it. On the tables that were standing in the room were all kinds of pistols and daggers laid out and in stands next to them were swords sorted into. Lance made some careful steps around the room, not entirely comfortable being surrounded by all these weapons.
“Most demigods just use their primary weapon and sometimes have another one to back them up. Shiro only uses his sword most of the time, for example. Keith on the other hand uses both his great sword and his dagger.”, Allura kept explaining him.
Lance could feel himself frown at the mention of Keith’s name. He remembered clearly how the other demigod burst into the clearing, demanding Lance to stop, causing him to break his concentration and then saving him like Lance was some damsel in distress while looking totally effortless too.
“So, is this like a the wand chooses the wizard thing?”, Lance asked, still eyeing the weapons. None of them seemed like something he wanted to fight with. He didn’t even want to fight! To be trained to kill! Who would want th-
Loud banging and scratching on the door.
The door being torn down.
His mum, fear in her eyes, turning to hi-
Lance shook his head, trying to forget these haunting images. He had to do this. He needed to know how to protect them.
“If you’re expecting fireworks then I need to disappoint you, Lance. Most demigods just feel something click inside them when they see or fight with a weapon that fits them.”
Lance still wasn’t so sure what to make out of all of this as his eyes roamed the shields on the walls. A shield didn’t seem like a good idea to him, it would only slow down his movements and since he was always on the quick-
Lance had to suppress a moan. Why was he thinking about this so thorough? He didn’t want this! He would return to his family soon enough anyway! As soon he was able to protect th-
Another sharp pang of memories threatened to overtake his thoughts.
His little sister screaming in fear as something tried to claw it’s way into their house.
No, he would not return, he just couldn’t.
Suddenly Lance saw something glisten in the sunlight. He made his way towards it and saw  that it was a pair of pistols which attracted him. They were made of silver and had some ornaments that made them look like they were underwater. Lance carefully picked them up and almost felt the calm of the ocean that was near his house. These were weapons but Lance couldn’t stifle the waves of calmness that overcame him.
   “This pair of pistols can be used separately or together.”
Lance almost jumped as he heard Alluras voice. He was so in thought he forgot for a moment she was there with him.
“They were forged with the blessing of Nymphs so the bullets that are shot all have some water properties. They can be very helpful for battling against a fire monster but are less effective against water ones. The pistols were made out of silver but the bullets that are used with it are made of Celestial Bronze or Imperial Gold which can actually kill monsters. Do you want to try them?”
Lance was once again impressed by the women in front of him. He picked out a random weapon in this room and she told him basically the whole life story of that thing.
“Euh, sure why not?” He shrugged. He knew nothing of weapons so what difference would it all make to try?
“Do you want to take something else with you?”
After a last look through the room he decided to take a bow and a light sword with him.
“Okay! How about we take this to the arena then?”
Lost & Found
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Slight Gray/Juvia but it's more a family feels fic
words: 1399
Summary: Gray used Lost Iced Shell and is forgotten by his guild mates. But somehow they all have the feeling that someone is missing from their lives. Someone important.
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“Lost Iced Shell”
Gray could feel the magic run through his veins.
Even he, who hadn’t been bothered by the cold in years, shivered under this powerful spell as the cold spread through his body.
Gray felt himself cracking apart, fissures gracing his body.
He saw Zeref taking a careful step back, his eye’s wide. A grin spread across Gray’s face. The great black wizard Zeref, Natsu’s brother, terrified of him.
“Natsu… I’m sorry.”
Gray felt the fissures grow and grow, pieces of him already falling on the ground.
His eyes drifted around the room, taking in the guild, his home.
He could almost see his guildmates lounging around. The everyday business in the guild.
There in a corner was Levy, book in her hands, Lilly in her lap and the Iron Dragon Slayer by her side.
Happy,Charle and Wendy were by the counter, ordering fish from Mira who was talking to Makarov about some damaged properties. And next to them were Elfman and Lisanna, talking to Erza about a job they just finished. Cana was also sitting on the bar counter, a barrel of alcohol in front of her.
On the table right next to him he could see Lucy and Natsu sitting opposite each other, being totally obvious to the fact that they both stared at each other with such fondness in their eyes.
And on the same bench as Lucy sat Juvia, milkshake in front of her, staring at the other two mages, seeming content just listening in on their conversation. The moment Gray focused on her, she looked up and a spark lit up her eyes as she smiled at him.
He could almost hear her calling out his name and a wave of sadness welled up inside him.
She would never get to hear his answer.
But at least she was still surrounded by Fairy Tail, their family. The rain wouldn’t come back to haunt her this time.
He felt himself drift away, a stray tear sliding down his cheek.
The last thing he heard was Natsu and Lucy calling out his name.
“Gray!!!”
The guild hall was filled with people.
The war with Alvarez had ended a few days ago. Zeref disappeared and Acnologia was defeated by the joined effort of all the Dragon Slayers. Â And now they had planned to party for weeks to come.
But somehow the guild did not feel like partying at all.
“Luce, I can’t really describe the feeling but it feels like I forgot something important.”
“Same, Levy.”
“Juvia feels the same way. And Natsu-san looks bothered too.”
“Yeah! I wanna fight someone but I don’t want to fight anyone here?”
“That’s what’s bothering you?”, Erza yelled at the Dragon Slayer and Lucy sighed. There had been moments since the day the war with Alvarez ended where everybody just expected somebody else to be there.
Natsu often challenged somebody to fight him but was often disappointed by his challengers.
Lucy turned around to make a snarky comment and waited for a grunt of approval that never came.
Wendy felt like there was a protective presence around her missing.
Erza wanted to take on a very specific job, thinking that she had the right partner at hand but then didn’t knew who she meant.
Levy had found books in her shelves, not remembering where she got them. She only knew that they were some of her favourites. Â
In that moment the doors to the guild hall opened, the person who entered being just a silhouette as the sun shined brightly through the doors.
There was a second of silence as Juvia excitedly stood up and yelled across the room to the newcomer, “Welcome home, Gray-sama!” Â
The person made a step into the guild, revealing that it was just a supplier for the guild who brought a fresh stock of alcohol.
Juvia’s eyes widened as she let herself fall back down on the bench. Confusion overtook her features as she looked around the room.
“Gray-sama? Who is he?”
Her searching turned frantic as she looked around, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Gray! Gray!!”
And as if her exclamation hit a switch, everyone in the guild was suddenly overwhelmed by memories of their resident Ice Demon Slayer, Gray Fullbuster.
“That bastard!” Flames engulfed Natsu’s fists as he stood up. “I can’t believe him!”
Lucy covered her mouth, trying to hold back the sobs, tears welling up in her eyes.
Juvia was frozen beside her, her eyes still searching.
Outside the first drops of a summer rain could be heard.
And inside the guild a storm was brewing, people were shouting all over the place, demanding to know why they forgot about Gray and where he was.
Lucy watched Natsu, his flaming fists still shaking. She wanted to get up, to comfort him but her body was overcome with grief.
They both saw Gray’s last moment before he turned to ice.
The noise in the guild hall rose and rose, along with the faint summer drizzle outside that now turned into a heavy rain.
“Iced Shell… ”, Natsu whispered. Only the people around the table heard him. Juvia’s silence turned into tears.
“That bastard used Iced Shell!”, Natsu screamed, effectively shutting up everyone in the guild. Â
“What is Iced Shell?”, Levy asked Lucy, voice small.
“It’s a technique that freezes the opponent in ice that can’t be melted or destroyed. So the opponent is not killed, only locked away. But at the cost of- ”, Lucy choked on her last words, unable to say it.
“- the caster's body that turns into the cast ice.”, Natsu finished for her, voice trembling.
“That’s why Zeref suddenly disappeared. Gray cast Iced Shell on him. So we wouldn’t have to kill Zeref. He did it-” And with that Natsu broke down. He fell on his knees, tears streaming down his face, snot running out of his nose.
“- to protect you, Natsu.”, Erza finished for him.
Heavy downpour outside made their attention turn to Juvia. The water mage had been quiet the whole time, the only indicator of her feelings being the raging weather outside.
“Gray-sama didn’t give me his answer.” And with that she dissolved into a fit of sobs.
The whole guild was quiet, now being painfully aware of the missing mage.
And then the doors burst open, revealing a drenched figure, dark hair plastered against his forehead, two scars on his sides visible.
“Juvia!”
The sounds of his voice made Juvia’s head snap up. Everyone in the room turned away from their table towards the entrance.
And there was Gray, dripping with rain, shirt missing and pants torn, the wound he inflicted upon himself still leaking blood, rushing inside.
He made way to Juvia, not realising the way everyone in the room was staring at him like he was a ghost.
“The rain suddenly started when I woke up. I could feel that it was your magic. Are you okay?”
Juvia blinked at the man in front of her, teardrops caught in her eyelashes. Â
Noticing the unusual silence that hung over the room just now, Gray’s posture stiffened and he quickly made a step back.
Right, Lost Iced Shell. They didn’t remember -
“GRAY!”
A flaming fist collided with his face. Â
“Natsu! He’s still injured.”
Black spots danced in Gray's vision as he hit the ground. Then Natsu was above him, straddling his torso, fist ready for another punch. But what made Gray freeze was the tear tracks that covered the other’s face.
“Dammit, Gray.” Natsu slumped back, wiping his cheeks.
Gray carefully sat up, the wound on his side throbbing again. His eyes swept the room, taking in his guild mates.
“Eum, hey everyone.”
“Gray!”
He suddenly found himself surrounded by his guild mates. Wendy threw herself in his lap, arms encircling him while she and Lucy babbled something Gray couldn’t fathom to comprehend. Erza had him in a crushing headlock while she forcefully patted his head, Levy was next to him and Cana was on his other side.
A soft smile spread on Gray’s face as he watched his family rambling, shouting and partying around him. He somehow found his way home.
He looked at Juvia who was still sitting at the table, watching him with tears in her eyes. They made eye contact and Gray hoped his eyes showed her the answer he would give her later. Â
The sky outside cleared.
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Dear artists.
We, the writers, will accept any of your fan arts.
We don’t care if it looks like shit to you, or you think your art skills are not good enough.
We will love any fan art, because it’s the most beautiful way to say “I love what you write”.
Klance Fluff Week Day 6: Training
Summary: The one where they throw pick lines at each other.Â
Words: 693
Thanks a lot for editing again!! @bahbahbear
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“So the first thing on our training agenda for today iiiiiis….. a bonding exercise! The well loved electricity maze! The first pair will be Lance and Keith. Keith you’re going to be inside the maze, while Lance, you will try to guide him from outside.”, Coran instructed, as he powered up the training arena.
Keith and Lance grinned at each other before they moved to their respective places.
“Test, test. Keith? Have I ever told you that if I were a lion I’d spend all my nine lives with you?”
Keith sighed and looked up at Lance’s figure, which he could see standing in the room that overlooked the training area.
“Lance, what are you doing? And aren't cats the ones with nine lives?”
“I was testing our comms, and I just thought lions were more appropriate given our current situation, you know.”
Keith could tell Lance was proud of himself by the tone of his voice.
“Speaking of cats... ”
“Lance, we weren’t talking about-”
“I really think you are purrrfect!”
Keith shook his head.
“Oh my god Lance, just start.”
“Okay, okay. You ready? Let’s rock this space maze!”
There was a quiet pause.
“I’m pulling the map up now. Hold on.”
Keith smirked to himself as a reply formed in his head, “Sorry, I can’t hold on, I’ve already fallen for you.”
Keith had to suppress his laugh when he heard Lance sputtering over the com.
“So Lance, start giving me directions-”
Lance spoke fast, “Ah yeah sure, directions. Turn left first then make a ste-”
“-to your heart.”
“Keith!”
Keith laughed and made a step forward, not really paying attention as he was still thinking about Lance’s reaction, which promptly let him to walking into the electricity wall that surrounded the maze.
“Keith. Can you even walk straight? Turn left now, make a step and then turn right.”
“Lance… nothing I ever do is straight. And it’s basically your fault, since I walked into the wall because I was blinded by your beauty. So now I’m going to need your name and number for insurance purposes.”
“Keith, we’re in space. Is there even anything like insurance out here? And we’re not even talking in person? This doesn’t make much sense.” Keith crossed his arms.
“Okay, now make three steps forward. And by the way, you should see a doctor, cause I think you’re lacking some Vitamin Me.” Lance clicked his tongue, instead of winking.
Giggling, Keith said, “Speaking of doctors, how’s your fever?”
“Turn left now. What are you talking about? A fever?”
“Oh, I just thought you looked pretty hot today.”
“When don’t I look hot?” Lance said conceitedly. Â
“Now turn right, and make ten steps forward. Then, turn left, make a step again, turn right, and walk seven steps. After that, make another left turn, and after ten steps you should be out. You got all that?”
Keith affirmed Lance’s question and paid full attention to the instructions. It wasn’t that fun being hit by electricity over and over again.
“Lance, have I ever mentioned that you’re my purrrince.”
Lance felt himself blush. “No, not that can I think of. But, are you from Tennessee? Cause you’re the only ten I see.”
“You know I’m from Texas.”
“Yeah, well I’ll never accept that to be honest.”
“Hey!”
“Now you just need to walk a few steps and you should be out. How are you even doing that?”
“What? Remembering all your instructions?”
“No no, not that. Looking so good.”
Keith felt the need to one-up Lance, feeling himself flush after that line caught him off guard.
“Well…..It’s a good thing I wore my gloves today. Otherwise, you’d be too hot to handle.”
“Keith, you wear those emo gloves literally every single day.”
“Yeah, cause you’re too hot to handle every single day.”
Lance was defeated. He just couldn’t handle it. But being Lance, he refused to quit.
“You should have stepped out of the maze now. Annnnnnd… Keith?”
“Yeah?”
“You know how I’m single?”
“Lance, you’re not.”
“And you’re single.”
“I’m not??”
“Coincidence? I think not.”
“Lance… We are literally boyfriends.”
Klance Fluff Week Day 5: Feelings
The one where Lance gets hurt and realises stuff.
words: 890
pairing: klance
@klancefluffweek (guess who got sick in the middle of Klance fluff week and spend a week immediately going to bed after work? so this is a week late ups)
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“Quiznak.”
Lance sat up on his bed, his face buried in his hands, a stuttered sigh escaping him as he recollected the events that had happened.
They were in a fight with some Galra soldiers. They got some intel that Pidge's family might be on a prison ship. Now on that ship, they were searching all over the place to find more information and prisoners.
Lance snuck around the next corner, carefully looking around. He had only encountered a few drones so far, but he had easily taken them out.
“Pidge, where to next?”
A sigh could be heard over his com. “I'm not sure. We looked everywhere. They’re not here.”
“I'm sorry, Pidge. We’ll find them soon.”
“Thanks, but we all knew this was a stretch Lance. If you follow this corridor and take two right turns, you’ll meet up with Keith, and you two can head back together.”
Lance made way towards Keith's position.
Getting closer to Keith, he could hear the sounds of battle. Cursing under his breath, Lance broke out into a run.
“Of course, Keith would get into trouble.”
Rounding the last corner, he quickly scanned what was in the hallway. Keith was surrounded by drones, his sword slashing through them.
Lance opened his mouth, about to announce his presence to Keith, when he saw a drone come out from another path. The drone aimed his weapon directly at Keith, finger already at the trigger.
Lance felt his feet move before his thoughts caught up with the situation. Suddenly, he found himself knocking over the soldier, a sharp pain erupting in his side. White spots danced in Lance's vision as he and the soldier fell to the ground. Lance landed on his injured side, which made him scream.
“Lance!”
He heard Keith cry out, as his vision slowly faded.
Lance tumbled out of the healing pod, right into Keith’s arms.
“Hey, there. Good to have you back.”
Lance blinked a few times, letting his eyes focus, as he tried to figure out how he got there.
“W-what happened?”, he stuttered.
Keith avoided looking at him, his gaze focused on everything else in the room but him.
“Uh, Pidge told me you went to meet up with me on the ship, so that we could head back together. Then, you suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and barreled into that soldier that was trying to shoot me! And when you knocked him over, the gun shot off and you were struck in the side.”
Lance’s hand crept up to his side, where he could feel a phantom pain as his memories flooded back.
He carefully lifted his shirt, not expecting to see any damage, having the help from the Altean healing pots. He froze in surprise as he saw the white tissue at his side, at the place he was hit, a stark contrast to his darker skin around it.
He heard Keith suck in a breath. “You have a scar...”
Lance just nodded, not really knowing how to react. He got hurt a lot as a kid by playing around with his siblings, but injuries rarely left a scar on him.
“Oh god Lance, I’m so sorry. I should have noticed that drone coming out from the corridor. Why did you do that?! You could have just shot him!” Lance could hear the panic in Keith’s voice as it got higher at the end.
Right, he could have just shot him.
So why did he barrel in without even thinking about it?
He remembered seeing the soldier and just … reacting. Without even spending any thought on it.
His whole sense of thinking had just stopped altogether... and the only thing that was on his mind was that Keith was in danger.
“What does this mean?”, Lance asked himself.
Lance imagined any other Paladin being in Keith’s place, and in all the scenarios he played out in his mind, he would have stopped, thought about what he was doing, and would have taken out the soldier from afar. But whenever he imagined Keith in danger, he couldn’t tell himself that he would now make a different decision.
But why?
He cared about the other Paladins a lot too. They were all his second family up here in space. They made his homesickness bearable.
What made Keith different?
What changed to make Keith different?
When did his eyes start searching for Keith as soon as he entered the room?
When did it start feeling natural having Keith by his side? At dinner, during their training or planning sessions?
When did his feelings of homesickness fade when Keith sat next to him during their many sleepless nights? He made the feeling of homesickness fade while the others made it bearable.
But why?
At what point could he distinguish Keith’s groans of pain from the others?
And when did he start wanting to run his fingers through Keith’s hair?
When did he want to touch him and draw him closer, and closer….
Quiznak.
He had a crush.
A crush on Keith.
He felt heat rushing to his cheeks.
How did he never notice that?
“Lance?”
“Ah, sorry. I’m just … tired! I think I’m going to get back to my room!”
Lance stumbled out, leaving a stunned Keith. In his room he let himself fall on his bed.
“Quiznak.”
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Klance Fluff Week Day 4: Sleep
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Sometimes the Castle was just too quiet.
The Altean technology combined with its magic made the Castle almost soundless. There were no engines heard running or electricity buzzing.
Lance had been surrounded by sounds his whole life.
He couldn’t even recall a time where the voices of his family didn’t follow him around or the sound of the waves crashing on the shore couldn't be heard through his bedroom window. Even at the Garrison he was constantly surrounded by noise. The other students, the buzzing of the lights and just the general sounds of life.
But here on the Castle?
Total silence.
Lance turned, pressing his face into the pillow, groaning. He turned back on his right side before he threw his blankets off and got up. Toeing into his blue Paladin slippers, he wrapped his arms around himself in the chilly air of his room and made his way to the kitchen.
During one of their shopping trips they found a plant whose leaves faintly resembled the taste of chocolate. Hunk, filled with determination, tried since then to make hot chocolate with the leaves. He came pretty close to the actual taste with his last few tries and Lance knew there was still some left from his last attempt.
Pouring himself some of it, he then put the cup in the device that would heat it up.
Hands warming around the now hot cup, he curled up under one of the blankets on the couch that was the latest addition to the kitchen. The Paladins had the idea to put it there.
Well, maybe it was manly Lance's idea so that he could hang out with Hunk while he conducted his various food experiments.
But now there were some times when after dinner all the Paladins with Allura and Coran flopped down on the couch together, just enjoying each others presence.
Lance could hear the kitchen doors slide open.
It wasn't that unusual to met people wandering around at night. Maybe Hunk and Pidge just finished one of their projects and were getting a midnight snack, or maybe Shiro was wandering around, kept awake by his nightmares.
But turning around Lance saw someone he didn't expect to come to this place.
It was Keith, his hair dishevelled, shirt crumpled, jacket and belt from his usual outfit missing.
They stared at each other in silence for a moment, Keith clearly not expecting company at this hour of the night.
“Are you here for the hot chocolate too?” Lance held up his cup.
“Uhm, yeah. Why are you up this late? Don't you need your, oh so important, beauty sleep?”
“Excuse me, but have you looked at me? As if I ever needed beauty sleep, rude.”
Keith snorted at that, pouring himself a cup. An unsure expression flickered over his face as he looked from the door back to Lance.
“You can join me if you want to?”
Keith nodded, relief showing in his eyes and made his way over to the couch.
For a while they were just sitting next to each other in a comfortable silence, enjoying their drinks.
“Hey, Keith. Can you tell me something?”
“About what?”
“Hmm, I don't really care. Anything you want to, really.”
Keith was a bit confused by Lance's request but the other sounded so sincere he just complied. Keith wrecked his brain for something to talk about. What did Lance want to hear from him?
“Mullet, don't overthink this too much. Just tell me, I don't know, about your favourite subject at the Garrison or something, it really doesn't matter.” Setting his cup down on the floor Lance then snuggled deeper into the couch, closing his eyes.
“Uh, sure. So my favourite class was definitely the flying simulation. I guess that's pretty obvious. But it actually felt like useful training, other then some other classes we had there. And the simulation was just so cool! It sometimes really felt like it was real, especially when-”
Lance felt his eyelids drop and he slowly drifted to sleep, Keith's voice still sounding through his mind.
Klance Fluff Week Day 3: Night Out
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pairing: klance
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“Keith, buddy? You awake?”
A soft knock on his door made Keith look up from the dagger in his hands. It quickly grew back to the smaller knife it was before as he threw it on the bed.
Why would Lance be knocking on his door this late? The lights of the Castle had been turned off a while ago but here was Lance knocking at his door.
Keith pushed a button next to the door, allowing it to slide open. Lance was in the motion of turning his back to the room, prepared to walk away.
Keith raised his eyebrow at him.
“Uh, Keith, fancy seeing you here.” Lance rubbed his neck, not really looking in Keith's direction.
“Lance. You were the one who knocked on my door.”
“Uh yeah, right... Um, I was thinking. About us two hitting the town? What do you say? You know, I couldn't sleep and I figured you'd still be awake too, so instead of us being total loners by ourselfs we-.”
“Lance, you're rambling. But sure, why not, let's go.”
Lance's eye widen in surprise, watching Keith go back inside his room.
Keith said yes?
“So, are Hunk and Pidge busy with a project?”, Keith asked over his shoulders, throwing his jacket on.
“Uh, I don't know? Why are you asking?”
“Cause you asked me to go out?”, Keith asked casually.
Lance averted his eyes. “Uh no, I , uh, wanted to go with you?”
Keith froze, still shrugging into one sleeve of his jacket, “What?”
“Uhm, yeah. I mean.... Why not? You are fun to be around? Come on then, let's go!”
Fun to be around?
Keith could feel a blush creeping up his neck, as following Lance.
He could not remember anyone ever calling him fun to be around.
After sneaking out the Castle, Keith and Lance walked through the streets of the town they already had visited during the day.
It was a small trading town, space ships standing all around it, making it fill with all kinds of species doing business.
But now at night the place felt totally different, it was less crowed and only a few windows were lit up as Lance and Keith made their way to the town centre.
From one of the places surrounding the town's centre they could hear soft tunes coming out of its open door.
As Lance heard the music play, his eyes lit up, excited by the familiarity of it.
“Come on, let's go in there!”
Going through the door a sweet smell engulfed them. The soft tunes were now a bit louder as they stepped into the wide open room.
Along the walls and in the room were long couches and in the middle was a small dancefloor where couples were swaying to the muic.
The lights made the skin, or the scales of some visitors, glow, giving the whole room a magic like feeling.
They made their way to one of the couches more in the centre of the room.
During the day they were too occupied to really take in all the different visitors that were here to trade. But now they could lean back and just enjoy themselves.
“I’m getting us something to drink?“ It sounded more like a question as Lance eyed the indistinguishable content of the glasses that were carried around by the other guest.
As Lance made his way to what seemed the bar at the other side of the room a muttered Hopefully followed.
“Wait! I didn't take any money with me?”
“Come on, mullet, who do you think I am? As if I didn’t know how to woo someone.” And with that Lance disappeared.
Keith slowly leaned back, taking in the room and its occupants. They hadn’t been attacked during the day and Allura deemed the town safe but Keith still scanned the room, noting all the different exits and -
WOO SOMEONE?
Sitting up straight an embarrassing noise escaped Keith. He covered his face with his hands, his mind running wild. This suddenly seemed a lot like a date?
Keith took some deep breaths, willing his blush back down. Nonono, surely he was just overreacting. Reading to much into this. Into Lance wanting to spend time with him. Into buying him drinks. It was probably just two bros hanging out together for Lance.
Yeah, just two bros chilling.
“Keith? You okay there buddy?” Keith peeked out between his fingers, looking at Lance who stared at him concerned.
Snapping his hands away from his face Keith furiously nodded, accepting the drink Lance held in his direction.
Lance eased himself next to Keith and after a few uncomfortable minutes they both easily fell back into their norm. They sipped from their drinks, surprised by the total sweetness of it, talking about the new things they saw during their time in the town and about the people they met.
After a while Keith could feel himself getting sleepy. Of course, he normally didn't sleep much at the Castle but being surrounded by loads of people and just talking for a long time drained him way more than just being in the Castle, staring at the ceiling of his room, willing the sleep to come.
Keith could see Lance trying to hide a yawn by stretching.
“Maybe we should head back soon?” Lance looked conflicted for a second but after yawning again he got up and held his hand out to Keith.
“Can I have this last dance then?”
Keith's mouth fell open. He stared from Lance's outstretched hand to his face where his grin slowly faded to an unsure expression. He was about to pull is hand back when he felt Keith's feather like touch.
Lance grin came back while leading him and Keith to the dancefloor. They had been watching the couples on the dancefloor and they danced what seemed a lot like the slow dance they knew from earth.
Taking a deep breath Lance put his arms around Keith's shoulders. After a few moments he could fell Keith's hesitant touch on his waist.
His breath hitched.
He didn't believe this was happening.
He was slow dancing with Keith quisnack Kogane.
They started swaying around in the same rhythm the other guests did, slowly getting more comfortable with the music and each other.
And with every passing tune Lance could feel Keith's hands on his waist grow more confident, his warmth seeping through his clothes.
With a slight confidence boost, or more likely lack of common sense that often happens at this time of the night, Lance made a small step towards Keith, his arms now locked behind his neck. In that instant he felt Keith's hands travel to the small of his back.
He smiled at him, praying Keith wouldn't notice the blush that crept over his cheeks and got a shy smile back.
But after a short time, Lance couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. He was used to getting his beauty sleep, not that needed it mind you, but both Paladins were exhausted.
“I think it's time to head back now.”
And Lance nodded in agreement.
And if they walked back with their hands intertwined, well, nobody had to know.
Klance Fluff Week Day 2: Rainy Day
words: 596
pairing: klance
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“So, Coran, Pidge, Hunk. You will go look for the parts you need.  I'll stay here with Allura. Keith, Lance. You can do whatever you like. But please, at least try a bit not to get into too much trouble.”
Lance send a blinding smile in Shiro's direction. “Us? Trouble? Pffff, never!” He dismissively waved his hand, while winking at Keith at the same time. Getting a small smirk from the Red Paladin in response, made him smile even brighter.
Shiro wasn't sure if he should sigh or look fondly at the pair.
A while ago a bond had established between the Blue and Red Voltron Paladin...
And Shiro was glad that Keith got more social because of that, hanging around the other Paladins, especially Lance, more, but having the most trouble attracting Paladins near each other most of the time practically spelt out trouble.
In capslock.
A soft thud marked that they had landed on the planet. They knew that it was part of a small alliance at a corner of the universe that hasn't been touched by the Galra empire.
Yet.
The map disappeared from the Castle's monitors and for the first time they could see the landscape of the planet.
A soft gasp escaped the Paladins.
“Is that-”
“-rain!?”
Now they all heard the soft splitter-splatter that was oh so familiar to them which accompanied the rain outside. The Castle's outer walls collected the rain and lines of water trickled down the windows.
Outside were plants that resembled trees, the pink and purple leaves being pushed down by the constant fall of rain.
The Paladins kept staring at awe what was happening outside.
“Lance! Is this like the rain you have on earth that you were telling me about?” Coran's question broke the stunned silence that suddenly engulfed the whole room.
Slowly but surely grins spread over all the Paladins face.
Lance, Pidge and Hunk shared a short look before they started running towards the exit of the room, almost falling over each other, whooping.
“Sorry Coran! We'll be back soon!!”
The doors swished open for the Paladins to leave. But with a short look over his shoulder, Lance started running back.
He grabbed Keith by the wrist who looked startled for a second and then Lance started tugging him along.
“Come on!”
A surprised laugh escaped Keith as he started to gain speed to run alongside Lance.
“You too, guys!”
And with that Lance and Keith had already disappeared from sight. Â
Shaking his head Shiro followed the others outside in a slow jog, grin visible on his face.
Keith and Lance stared at the rain.
Lance stopped short just at the door leading them outside.
Not daring to cross.
“What if it doesn't fell like it?”
Keith could see Hunk and Pidge already running around, jumping into puddles that had formed on the dark blue soil.
He turned his hand. Lance's finger that were still wound around his wrist slowly slipped down and their hands intertwined.
Softly tugging at their joined hands, Keith made a step forward with Lance finally following him outside. For a moment they just stood there, watching each other as rain slowly cascaded down their faces.
Lance lifted his free hand, catching a rain drop that was running down Keith's cheek with a finger. Keith could feel his neck burning, overwhelmed with the sudden touch.
Lance didn't seem to notice as he carefully studied the drop.
“The rain is pink!”
And with that he he let out a loud laugh, dashing forward to join Pidge and Hunk.
His hand still joined with Keith's.
