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Multishiphellqueen

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What is it that you love about Ryan and Lance?

They’re both so Pretty, and Lance is just a really good character that deserves the world, also Ryan seems really interesting too

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“Hello?” a voice startled him, dragging him back to earth with a jolt. It was Lance, standing in front of him, smile growing on his face once he got Ryan’s attention. “Why’re you over here by yourself?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. It was startlingly cute.

“Don’t know many people” Ryan said, shrugging. He was used to it by now, having had to move to this city in the middle of summer.

“Well, I brought you this” Lance said, holding out a flower for Ryan, and smiling brightly at him. “For doing the lights, we wouldn’t have a show without the techies after all” he smiled sweetly. The other took it, trying to keep the awestruck look out of his eyes as he stared at the flower. It wasn’t much, just a single blue rose, but Ryan was floored he’d been given it at all. He looked up and thanked Lance, trying to keep the blush on his face to a minimum. He couldn’t help it though. A cute guy gave him a flower, of course he was flustered.

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Heartbeats and Heartbreaks

Angst, unedited, major character death TW, gore, and violence as well

Read it on Ao3

Lance never saw his trip to Vegas ending how it did. He really didn’t. To his credit though, nobody would’ve, considering what happened.

It started on the third night of their stay, Lance cuddled up to Shiro, his fiancé, on their hotel room bed. Shiro was talking on the phone with Keith, and he was listening to Keith’s muffled voice from the phone and smiled as their friend mentioned their recent engagement. The tv was on, for background noise, and it was cantered on the news channel. Lance had turned his attention to the screen, and leaning more against Shiro, enjoying the warmth.

“We’ve received reports of odd behaviour from patients in a New York hospital. Said patients appear to have no pulse, but are walking and moving. They appear to be hostile, and must be restrained at all times. Doctors however say that there’s no reason for panic-” the reporter said, her face serious. Lance’s heart jumped, and he frowned, not noticing that Shiro had finished talking and had hung up.

“-so far only three people across the United States have been reported to be infected, but health organizations advise citizens to be careful. Wash your hands frequently, clean your dishes regularly and thoroughly, and avoid contact with infected persons,” she added. The tv clicked and the channel changed to a rerun episode of ‘The Bachelorette’ as Shiro pecked Lance on the cheek.

“You were getting tense,” he mumbled softly against Lance’s neck, placing a soft kiss against it. He smiled and turned as best as he could, pulling Shiro into a chaste kiss, pulling away after a second.

“Thank you,” he said softly, settling back against his fiancé’s chest again, closing his eyes as exhaustion washed over him. Between the soft rise and fall of Shiro’s chest, his steady heartbeat, and the quiet drone of the tv, Lance really didn’t stand a chance, and he quickly fell asleep. Shiro smiled and held him close, watching him sleep silently for a moment, before turning the tv off finally and the lamp beside the bed followed suit soon after, leaving the two sleeping peacefully in the dark.

The world they woke to was utter chaos, though they scarcely knew it. Shiro woke up first, as he always did, and checked the time before nudging Lance awake. Lance protested a bit but rolled off of him gracelessly, and yawned, stretching as Shiro stood, stretching. He headed to the washroom as Lance sat up, and turned the tv on, checking the news like he always did first thing. He could hear the shower starting as the blaring siren of an emergency alert startled both of them. Shiro dashed back into the room, his shirt half off, and looking confused. The honestly terrifying electronic voice reported everything in monotone, which just made it worse.

“-is found to be highly contagious, and has spread across the country overnight. Infected individuals are highly dangerous, do not come into contact with them at any cost” the voice droned on. The two looked at each other, slightly panicked. Shiro took a deep breath and thought for a second.

“We should wait before we panic. Let’s see what comes of this before we jump to conclusions,” he said decidedly, getting a shaky nod from Lance.

They spent the day in the hotel, calling their friends and family, checking in on them and watching the news incessantly for more updates on the situation. It only got worse though, and by the end of the day everyone was in a panic, and it had been dubbed not so affectionately a “zombie outbreak”. Those who were infected showed symptoms within hours, first sign being chest pain, followed quickly by lack of pulse, glazed over eyes, and absentmindedness. Then? Aggression. Total blind rage, causing them to turn on any and everyone. They bit, scratched and hit, seemingly unconcerned by who they were hurting. Those that were found with lacerations, bite marks, or anything of the sort also became infected.

Lance and Shiro soon jumped into action, packing Shiro’s old Cadillac with food, water bottles and gas canisters. They may have stolen some blankets and pillows from the hotel, and sorted them in the backseat, but that wasn’t important.

“Shiro, we need to find a courtroom or a minister or something,” Lance said softly from the passenger seat as Shiro got in the driver’s.

“What do you mean? Why do we have to find a minister or courtroom?” Shiro asked, mystified. What possible reason did Lance have, that they needed to go to a courtroom?

“If something….happens, to one of us,” he explained, pausing and looking at Shiro, his expression pained. “We won’t have the authority to handle the healthcare stuff,” he said. Shiro caught on and his expression dropped. Lance had a point. If they ended up in a hospital, and they couldn’t speak for them-self, the doctors would have to track down their family. Which would be near impossible with the amount of panic. “And we don’t know when we’ll be able to get married if this continues,” he added.

So it was settled. After a small talk, the two decided to go to the courtroom first thing. The judge was rather hasty, but the forms were signed after some panic, and they were officially married. It wasn’t exactly how they envisioned that going down, but they couldn’t exactly be picky. They were lucky they had hid their supplies so well, seeing as nobody had broken into the car, which had happened to the on they were parked next to. The widow was shattered, the alarm blaring, and the door still open. Someone was in a hurry.

Evidently most of the city was too. As Shiro drove, Lance saw several people frothing at the mouth and beating someone senseless, a sight that made Lance more than abut queasy. They made it to the freeway, and drove amongst many others. Some were slow, others sped so fast down the road it was insane. Several cars were abandoned in the side of the road, or even in the middle, doors ajar, and one even had someone furiously screeching as they pressed themselves against the window. In a matter of hours the country was in total disarray.

The longer they drove the less cars they saw. They had decided to flee north from Arizona, deciding that there would be a less populated area up there, plus, Shiro’s family lived in a small town up north. Except when they got there, the town was abandoned. Not another human in sight. It had been two weeks, and the epidemic had become a pandemic, so it shouldn’t have been surprising, but it wasn’t easy. Shiro had been heartbroken to find remnants of a struggle in his parents house. Including dried blood that stained the kitchen tiles, and the carpet. They stayed one night, Shiro staying up the whole night, unable to sleep. They restocked their supplies, getting gas from the abandoned gas station and filling the extra cans again, grabbing food that wouldn’t spoil, as many water bottles as they could, and even a few pots, a pan and two bowls, with forks and spoons, as well as a can opener.

As weeks went on the can opener would prove to be their saviour in times where they couldn’t find a store or house to ransack for more food and they were running low. Shiro had been devastated by the obvious signs his parents didn’t make it, that he hadn’t looked once at the picture he had taken from the house without sobbing. Having Lance helped ease the blow but it was still bad. They spent many nights cuddled in the back of the car, Lance holding a shaking Shiro close, crooning softly to him.

They had managed to avoid the infected people for a long time, prompted by the radio warning that told them to kill them on sight and destroy their brain. Neither were fond of the idea of killing someone, Shiro mostly because of his past in the army, and Lance mostly because he wanted to believe that those who were infected could still come back. Could still be saved. That ideal was scrapped soon though. Days after they had left Shiro’s parents house, they ran into their first hoard. It was small, but took them so long to fight off. There were maybe ten, but it wasn’t until Lance was almost pinned by one that things got serious. Shiro had grabbed the axe they kept for wood chopping and used it. Once they thinned out the group they were able to make an escape. They stopped once they were sure they were safe and worriedly checked for any scratches, relieved to find that they had escaped unscathed. After that they grabbed whatever weapons they could. Though they were far and few in between.

They had been on the road for three weeks when they found it. A small and rather pathetic looking town. But that’s not what the good news was. The good news was, on the edge of the town, on the very outskirts of the tiny thing, was a hotel. Adjacent to it was a small restaurant and the windows were boarded up. But outside the doors stood a familiar face. Matt. Shiro’s old childhood friend. The reunion was sweet, the two were ecstatic, and Lance was thrilled to learn their other friends were there as well.

They were welcomed in, but were checked over for any recent wounds, and were cleared to stay once they four nothing. The group swapped stories of how they all got there. Hunk, Keith and Pidge all went together, Matt went with a separate group, of several new faces, and Coran and Allura stayed together. They had all one by one found each other and set up base in the small one storey hotel.

Lance and Shiro were given a room together, choosing the only one with a single bed that was left out of the three extra. Neither were too keen on leaving the other. They unpacked the Cadillac and parked it behind the hotel, Lance helping Hunk sort the food, and Shiro taking the fuel to a different area, and sorting their stolen blankets and pillows on their bed, before putting the weapons in the weapon stash.

After a few days of settling they were both given jobs. Shiro was to help guard and boost their defence, so the infected couldn’t get in, and Lance was given the job of lookout, stationed on the roof, hidden in the leaves of the tree that hung over the roof, with a rifle, and some water. Lance had no trouble settling in his job, his aim impeccable. His dad had owned a gun range so he had spent a lot of time shooting them, much to his mothers chagrin. Shiro settled into his easily as well, and things were quiet for a bit. Sometimes one or both of them were sent to gather supplies, which left the other quite anxious if both of them didn’t go, but they pushed through it. They cherished their downtime, spending almost all of it together.

Thanks to Pidge, they also had running water and electricity, though a rather limited amount of both, meaning showers were definitely off limits and baths were luxuries. Lights worked and they were able to keep their technology running, and the stove working, so they were pretty well off. But their water? Wasn’t safe to drink. None of them wanted to chance it. Which meant excursions for bottled water were frequent compared to other supply runs.

Lance had been on a supply run for food and water one day, and had been gone all day. The whole group was worried sick, but nobody more than Shiro. He had gone alone, taking one of the cars to a neighbouring town. He went on his own so he could fit more supplies in the car and so there’d be less noise, but he had been gone so long. As Shiro paced in front of the entrance frantically, his heart rate spiked and his breathing erratic, his mind wandered to the gunshots they had heard about two hours earlier. Even in the cool air of the hotel he was sweating, the dark doing nothing to conceal the pinched muscles in his face.

Matt and Keith watched him quietly, silently debating which one of them should try and get Shiro to sleep since night was closing in and it was getting dark. Eventually Keith just sighed and stepped up to him stopping him and placing a hand on his shoulder. He was about to say something when Nyma, who had been guarding the door outside came in, looking rather upset. She pulled Matt outside and he immediately saw Lance’s form, curled up, his back to them as he sobbed softly. He wasn’t wearing a shirt but he had his wrapped around his waist and ribcage.

“What happened?” Matt asked frantically, rushing over. Lance turned and whimpered, clearly in pain. He held his arm over his stomach and wouldn’t look him in the eye. He silently lifted his arm and Matt saw the large bloodstain clearly from bleeding through the makeshift bandage.

“I-I ran in to a hoard, there were so many,” Lance tried to explain, his voice cracking. Matt was acutely aware that Shiro and Keith were now outside with them, Keith holding Shiro back away from Lance. “I tried to get through them but I couldn’t,” he added, a sob tearing through him. Shiro shook Keith off and stepped closer to Lance who shook his head. “Don’t, it’s been too long since then,” he said softly, another sob ripping through his throat.

Tears streamed down Shiro’s face, and he was only vaguely aware of a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t even hear Matt telling Keith to gather the others. All he could see was a blurry image of Lance pulling off his ring from his finger, and urging Shiro forward. He stepped closer, within arms reach, and Lance pressed the ring into his palm, a sad smile on his face.

“Lance…..no, please, y-you can’t,” he said softly, his voice cracking as he was pulled a step back. “You can’t leave me,” he whimpered, his voice almost inaudible.

“I have to,” Lance responded, wincing in pain as he twitched. He was getting more and more pale as time went on, clearly losing blood still. He yelped in pain, and his hand flew to his chest, gripping at it, his nails digging into his skin as he groaned loudly in pain. Chest pain. It was sudden and they all knew what it meant.

“Who’s going to do it?” A small voice from beside Shiro chimed in. Pidge. They all collectively looked to Shiro, as Lance writhed in pain. Shiro’s eyes were glued to his spouse in horror, incredulous that this would happen.

After several minutes, it was decided. Shiro would do it. He hadn’t wanted anyone else to, though he was reluctant to do it. Once it set in that someone had to do it, he decided he would have to be the one to off Lance. So, a small pistol was placed in his hand, and he handed the ring Lance had given him to Keith to hold. The others were off to the side, watching but giving them space. Shiro helped Lance up, and hugged him gently, before stepping back. Tears clouded his vision once again as he lifted the gun.

“I love you,” Lance said quietly, tears streaming down his cheeks, as he looked down the barrel of the gun.

“I love you too,” Shiro sobbed, taking a shaky breath, his finger tensing on the trigger. “I’m sorry,”

A gunshot rang through the air, followed by the sickening thud of Lance’s body hitting the ground. Shiro dropped the gun and covered his mouth in horror as he looked at his husband laying there, before screaming, the sound dissolving into a heaving sob. He barely registered the group pulling him into a hug, or Nyma picking up the gun and turning the safety on again.

After they let him go, he sat on the ground by the door, still crying, still staring. He watched as Rolo and Matt very very carefully moved the lifeless body, though where to Shiro had no idea. His eyes went back to the bloodstained pavement, and he turned away, guilt squeezing his heart.

Keith eventually got him inside, and sat him at one of the tables in the restaurant portion of the building, where Hunk was making food, trying to rid himself of the image of his best friend falling to the ground lifelessly. Keith took a spot beside Shiro and grabbed his attention by placing the ring in front of him. The simple gold ring glinted in the dim light, reminding him of when they both first saw it. They had been picking out a necklace for Lance’s mom, and he had caught a glimpse of the ring. Shiro remembered vividly how his face had lit up at the sight of it, his smile soft and his eyes bright.

Shiro picked it up and stared at it, the design of a heart carved into the inside of the band. That small detail had been enough for Lance to fall in love with it. The look on his face was enough to remind Shiro why he had fallen in love with Lance as well.

He loved Lance so much. So so much. And now he was gone. He had killed the love of his life

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Tree Rings

TW: mild gore, panic attacks, hypothermia, major character and animal death

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Lance stumbled pathetically through the snow, his feet, face and hands numb. His shoes had soaked through long ago, the cold wind had blown throw his thin jacket and onto his face. His hands had been shoved in his pockets in an attempt to stay warm but it had been futile. His jeans were soaked up to his knees. And yet he wasn’t shivering. He could no longer feel the cold. He was tired and he knew that he needed shelter soon or hypothermia would set in entirely. But he had nowhere to go. In the eyes of his employer he’d deserted. He’d surely be killed for it if he were found. The only reassurance he had currently was the hand gun in his jacket pocket, his only means of defence.

He came out of the forest, looking around himself, whining and trying to decide if he should find some way to stay warm in the forest, or risk the open field ahead of him. He scanned the area, finding sight hard since his eyelashes had small ice crystals coating them. He spotted a small house to his far left, and nearly sobbed in relief. He walked towards it, unsure if he’d make it. He hadn’t eaten since the previous day and he’d been running and walking through thick snow since early that morning. He had no idea what time it was but if the sun was telling him anything it was about five in the afternoon. So he wasn’t exactly full of energy.

Regardless he made it to the door, collapsing to his knees and knocking on the door as hard as he could with his numb hand. He prayed someone had heard him, and that they wouldn’t end up finding his frozen body instead in the morning. His vision swam and darkness crept in, fizzing around the edges of his vision. He felt suddenly queasy as the door opened, and he was out cold, completely limp.

The man who’d opened the door looked down and looked horrified. He gently picked up the boy in front of him, bringing him in and shutting the door. He was horrified by how light and how eerily cold he was. The only hint of life left in his body was his chest slowly rising and falling shallowly.

“Keith!” He yelled loudly, laying the stranger on the couch, worry evident in his face. “Keith!” He yelled again, more urgent now. “Get blankets and firewood ASAP!” He called as the other resident finally answered. The first man went to the fireplace, and coaxed the low flames to burn higher, and hotter.

“What’s going on Shiro-” Keith asked confusedly, cut off by his surprise as he saw the body on the couch. “What happened? Is he alive?” He asked urgently.

“I don’t know, I found him on the doorstep, I think that was the knocking sound,” Shiro said, standing from beside the fire. “He’s deathly cold, we gotta help him,” he said worriedly, grabbing one of the ice cold hands. His fingertips were turning blue.

“Got it…….he needs to get out of those clothes, they’re soaked,” Keith said softly, looking at Shiro, who nodded. Both were reluctant to undress an unconscious stranger, but on the other hand he needed to get warmer and fast. The wet clothes were sapping what little warmth he had.

They had wrapped the stranger in many blankets, changing his wet jeans and freezing shirt and jacket for a pair of Keith’s sweat pants, and one of Shiro’s sweaters. Both garments were loose and too big for him, but it was warm. They had also gotten some tea, which was on standby for when he woke on the stove.

“Wonder where he’s from?” Keith asked quietly, watching the motionless figure.

“No idea. I wonder if he’s running from something,” Shiro replied.

“I hope we aren’t harbouring a murderer,”

“Doubt it. He passed out just after I opened the door and he seemed scared,” Shiro mused, sipping his own tea as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Wait, I think he’s waking up!”

Lance woke to two voices, and feeling much warmer than before. He opened his voice with a hoarse groan, which prompted him to shoot up and start coughing wildly. Tears welled in his eyes as he covered his mouth and panted, catching his breath. He pulled his arm back, confused by the fact that his sleeve was a deep blue and not the green of the jacket he’d been wearing. He looked around to find someone kneeling next to him, holding a mug of something hot, steam rising from it.

“You alright?” The man asked, his white hair pushed back from his face by a pair of glasses. A large scar spanned his face, over the bridge of his nose and he had kind eyes. Lance nodded hesitantly, taking the cup that was offered to him, frowning.

“I’m Takashi Shirogane, just call me Shiro. That’s Keith over there,” he said, gesturing at another person on the couch. This one had longer black hair, tied up in a ponytail, and a scar trailing up from his jaw onto his cheek. They both looked worried. They let him take a sip of the tea, and waited as he tried to gather his bearings.

“’m Lance,” he croaked, his voice extremely rough. They frowned as he winced, talking obviously hurting him.

“Don’t worry about talking right now, just rest. You’ve obviously been through a lot,” Shiro said, standing again and going to the kitchen.

Silence hung over the for some time as Lance slowly drank the tea, his throat starting to calm. He took in his surroundings, part of him sad knowing that he would have to leave the warmth and comfort of the home soon.

“We’re sorry about your clothes. They were completely soaked, so we needed to change them,” Keith said finally, his face red. “We put them in the washing machine, should be done soon,”

“You were out for hours,” Shiro added from the kitchen. Lance could smell something cooking and his stomach acted accordingly, growling and making its emptiness known. Lance whimpered and curled around his stomach as the hunger started to hurt. It hurt so violently that Lance felt queasy.

He didn’t even notice that Keith had run over and was trying to ask him what was wrong, until he placed a hand on his shoulder. Lance whimpered and willed the pain to pass. It took several minutes but eventually Lance relaxed, his grip on his stomach releasing. Keith and Shiro looked terrified even as Lance waved them off. His stomach growled again, louder this time and they exchanged a look.

“When did you last eat?” Shiro asked, frowning.

“Yesterday,” Lance rasped.

Keith and Shiro spent a while convincing Lance to eat, relieved when he finally did. He’d protested, saying he’d leave once his clothes were dry and get out of their hair. He said he didn’t want to intrude and take their food. They’d both kept at it until he agreed, after another bout of extreme pain ripped through him, prompting him to finally agree. The warm food was welcomed, and he looked a lot better after he actually ate. After that he was having trouble staying awake, and fell asleep once their cat had settled onto his stomach. They moved Lance into the guest room, pulling blankets over him and letting the cat resettle on his chest, purring and kneading his stomach happily.

The two of them went to their own room and settled into bed, waiting for two very tense minutes before Keith spoke up.

“He’s running from something,” he blurted, looking at Shiro as he anxiously twisted his wedding band.

“I know. I just wish we knew what,” Shiro sighed, frowning at Keith’s worried face illuminated by the soft yellow light of their lamp.

“We need to help him,”

“We will baby, we just need to understand what’s going on,” Shiro soothed, running a hand through Keith’s now loose hair. They kept talking, worried for the young man in their guest room. They agreed on a final plan, and finally turned the light off an hour later. Both were anxious about what was going on, and why he’d been in such a hurry. Why hadn’t he brought a car? Or food, or even a proper jacket and shoes? Why did he seem so shaken?

They got their answers the following morning, when they’d found a nearly hysterical Lance sobbing in the guest bedroom. The cat had been practically screaming at them and pacing late that morning until Keith followed her. He’d been lead to Lance, curled up under the bed and hyperventilating. Their cat plopped herself beside Lance, licking his face gently, knowing how to comfort him since she’d learned from Shiro’s own panic attacks. Keith called for Shiro, waiting for a response before sliding under the bed as well, foot outstretched so Shiro would see it. He coaxed Lance out, used to calming Shiro down from panicking as well. It took ten minutes before he slid back out, Lance held in his arms. Shiro was quick to pick Lance up, and gently set him on the bed, helping Keith up.

They situated themselves on either side of Lance, who was now breathing properly again, but still visibly shaking.

“Lance what happened?” Shiro crooned. They both asked a couple questions before Lance calmed enough to answer them.

“I had a dream…….they found me, and you guys, I need to go before they find me,” he sobbed, tears long dried up but clearly still terrified.

“You’re alright, we’re fine,” Shiro said softly, rubbing his back gently as Lance nodded.

“Who’s they?” Keith asked softly, moving so Lance was looking him in the eye. There was a long pause before they got an answer.

“The Galra,” he whispered. “They’re a gang, I used to work for them and I…..I just can’t do it anymore,” he whimpered. Keith and Shiro shared a look. They’d used to work for them together, and had escaped together. They knew all too well the horrors Lance had likely encountered, but neither could fathom trying to survive and escape alone.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s terrible. I had no choice. My family was starving. I had to,” he said, tears running down his face again. They rushed to comfort him, reassuring him that they understood. Keith was the first to pull up his sleeve, revealing the Galran symbol tattooed on his bicep.

“Trust me, we get it,” he said, as Lance looked up, hope in his eyes. Shiro pulled the collar of his shirt down, revealing the same insignia on the right side of his chest.

“We were like you once,” Shiro added.

There had been a lot more tears from all three as they spent hours sharing stories, and by the time they were done Lance had relaxed a lot, and become more talkative. They suggested he stay while they were hot on his trail, and after a long debate he agreed to think on it.

Lance never officially agreed to live with them permanently until three years later. They’d grown close and Shiro and Keith had both fallen hard for Lance, especially once he’d started to open up and become more of who they figured he was before the Galra. He balanced them all out perfectly, and they were happy. They could forget their jaded past, and just be. Lance eventually got a job, needing the time outside the house. He worked as a cashier and baker in the small family owned bakery in the village an hour away, while Shiro ghost wrote and Keith did art.

On one winter evening, three years since the night Lance had stumbled onto their doorstep, Keith and Shiro took Lance to dinner in town, nothing fancy. It was just the pizza place Lance liked, a family restaurant. Except they knew it wouldn’t just be regular dinner.

While law dictated that Lance couldn’t legally be their husband, they wanted him to at least have the title. They proposed to him and he had said yes immediately, crying and hugging them both tightly.

They had him written into their will, and property deed, and dealt with every other legal facet until he was as close to being their husband as possible without actually being their husband. The only ceremony they had was popping open a bottle of champagne, and binge watching Disney movies before going to bed, and spending the night together. And for them it was perfect.

Lance had been at work when it happened, blissfully unaware. He’d come home to a door open, and their house trashed. He’d run inside, phone already out and ready to call emergency services. His first thought was to grab the small pistol he knew they kept in the shoe closet, before calling for his husbands. There was no answer.

He checked the guest bedroom on his way to their room, seeing nothing but a trashed room. He kept walking, on edge as he kept calling out for Shiro and Keith. The door to their bedroom was ajar, and when he pushed it open the scene in front of him was horrifying. It was disgusting and straight out of his worst nightmare.

Shiro and Keith in bed, still. Their chests didn’t move, they didn’t smile up at him as he came in. There were gunshot wounds in their heads, and beside the bed was a furry, unmoving heap with blood staining the floor around it. Much like the bed was bathed in blood from Shiro and Keith. They were pale and cold, a horrifying image that erased itself from Lance’s mind as soon as he left the room. His mind blocked out the goriest details, trying desperately to protect himself from the image and failing. He called emergency services, surprisingly calm. The paramedics came to confirm the death, as police investigated. The paramedics checked on Lance as well, finding that he was in complete shock. He hadn’t registered they were gone yet, even asking the paramedics if they’d be okay.

His employers were contacted and he stayed with them, since he’d basically become family, while the police investigated and eventually cleaned up the crime scene. It only sunk in for Lance when he went back to the house, one wedding band on his hand, and two around his neck on a small necklace chain. He came back and the house was empty. He went to the main bedroom and frowned at the heavy smell of bleach, before seeing the bloodstains on the bare mattress.

He broke. He couldn’t take it. He clutched the rings around his throat and sobbed. He crawled under the bed in the guest bedroom, panicking and sobbing for well over three hours. He was alone. It was his fault. He’d done this. He caused this. They had been happier and safer without him. He should’ve left. They’d still be alive if he was. All of a sudden every single gory detail came back to him, and he couldn’t take it.

He got up and walked out of the room. He went into their shared room and grabbing several garments that still smelled like their respective colognes and bundled up. It was winter again, and he was running away once more. Five years after stumbling onto the doorstep he now stood on, bundled in clothes that weren’t his own, rings around his neck on a delicate chain. He walked out in the direction he had once come from, the direction he had come in after first spotting the house.

The bakery owners had sent out as many missing person fliers as possible, had pasted Lance’s face across town and the city next door. The police had gotten involved but nobody could find Lance. They gave up, after a state wide search had been conducted. No body was found, no living person fitting Lance’s description was found, only a single golden ring, and two more on a necklace chain on a tree stump. He was pronounced dead, and given up on, though nobody ever found out for sure what happened. Whether he met an early grave or suffered with the knowledge that he had cause his husbands deaths.

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Star-gazing

More like star-gayzing amiright?

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The sun had gone down two hours ago, the stars brilliant under the cover of total darkness, the moon the only source of light left. Lance held his guitar in his lap as he sat in the open trunk of their car, his ring glinting in the moonlight. His voice rang out softly, strumming a soft melody on the guitar, eyes closed.

Keith on the other hand had his eyes very much open, watching the other raptly. His face illuminated by the soft blue moonlight, as he sang quietly, a melody for their ears only. For them and only them.

Lance’s eyes popped open as he smiled at Keith, and they stayed there, music softly flowing around them, taking in the sight of one another. Even once he had finished singing, Lance continued playing quietly, hands moving absentmindedly. Keith’s hair had been pulled up into a ponytail, and Lance could see his whole face clearly. It really was a nice sight, his eyes reflecting the bright stars above them as they just smiled at each other.

Eventually his hands stilled, the last note ringing around them faintly until it dissipated. The sounds of night encroached, crickets, and toads croaking. Cicadas chirping around them, and the faint sound of the breeze whispering through the trees.

He set the guitar down as the both scooted closer, meeting each other in the middle. An arm wrapped around Lance’s shoulder, and two hugged Keith’s waist gently as they looked up at the stars. The silence was comfortable, and the white noise of the night was reassuring, soothing and faded.

“I love you,” one of them whispered, after what felt like an eternity of comfortable silence.

“I love you too,” came the soft response as the looked at one another. They stayed like that for several seconds before Lance leaned forward, gently kissing Keith, a smile on both of their faces. Everything was perfect.

[kinkancezine]

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“In my Scope” is a fanzine dedicated the ship Kinkance from Voltron Legendary Defenders. This A5 perfect bound zine features 100+ pages of stories and illustrations. A portion of sales will be directed to International Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans and Intersex Association or ILGA World.

PDF | $15

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Two Postcards

Two Stickersheets

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Physical zine

One A5 print

Two Postcards

Two Stickersheets

One 1.5″Acrylic Charm

Possible Add-Ons

PDF zine (+ $3) - Excepion: PDF zine

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omfg stop me

[pukotort]

[puppetmaster55]

shance fans, reblog if

you’re still gonna be around after the show ends

[exxxrrruuue-deactivated20191119]

Reblog if you’re a Multishipper

These ship wars are absolutely tiring and just fucking stupid and I need some good blogs to follow hdhdhshdhd

[duckydrawsart]

Some semi-quick Shrio doodles/practices ~

I’m trying to get faster at digital art, but I’m still very slow lol

[puppetmaster55]

okay so actor au

but also consider… Shiro and Lance are married and try so hard not to make their unyielding love for one another obvious on screen, or in their characters

and they fail so hard at it

[bluismie]

Oohhhh!! Ryance took over my multishipping ass so I made an au wherein Lance is a fae and Kinkade is a demon lord 💖

[puppetmaster55]

I don’t just mean that they met on set and got married

I’m talking established married shance actor au who are clearly besotted with one another when the camera isn’t rolling that everyone is waiting to see how long until they get, like, all the awards for not letting it show as well as they have on camera

[twitwits]

I wish I had enough patience to not scribble but a concept

[rigb0ner]

No matter what Shiro always gives Lance a goodbye kiss before the paladins leave for any mission. He holds him tight and makes sure that he promises to be safe! As soon as they return Lance runs and jumps into Shiro’s open arms! UWU

B ITCH!!! I’M CRYYYYIIING!!!! YES!!!!! 😭❤️❤️

[nihilistshiro]

Shance medieval AU where Lance is the second son of a king and is set to be married off to an old ass lord in another kingdom and Shiro is a knight for Lance’s fiancé who is supposed to escort him in the long journey to his new home.

But Lance is super salty and bitter bc he definitely does not want to marry the old lord and so he and Shiro start off disliking each other. And they have to camp together and Shiro is v patient with Lance and hunts rabbit for them to eat and gives him an extra blanket at night when Lance gets cold.

Over the course of the next few days, Shiro and Lance get to know each other and the attraction between them grows and they both have to keep themselves in check bc they know Lance is promised to the lord.

Lance opens up about his life as a second-born prince and Shiro talks about his life fighting. They both fantasize about living in the country, away from people on a small farm where it’s peaceful.

On their last night of the journey, they get attacked by bandits and Shiro totally kicks ass but there’s one bandit who’s bought to get the drop on him and Lance grabs Shiro’s bow and shoots an arrow through the guy’s heart.

In the post-battle adrenaline rush they hug each other close and when they go to move away, they find that they can’t. They kiss and spend the night in each other’s arms.

Shiro is v conflicted bc he knows that his liege lord is a douche and doesn’t want to turn Lance over to him. They are down to their last horse after the attack from the bandits so they have to ride on Shiro’s stallion together and Lance fits perfectly in the shelter of Shiro’s arms and Lance starts to tear up thinking about leaving Shiro and having to give his body to someone else.

Shiro is having a moral struggle but decides that the only honorable thing to do is to run with Lance. They ride hard for the nearest port city and get in a ship that is headed far enough away that they can start a new life together.

They get married by a holy man who is also traveling on the ship and end up befriending the captain (Allura) who takes them to her home town far south in a small archipelago of islands. She helps them meet up with her uncle Coran who is a noble in the area and gives them a small plot of land to work.

They are welcomed into the community and live a simple life but they’re together and safe and happy and grow old together and Shiro never has to fight or kill again and they live happily ever after. The end.