May 1, 2019
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dood XD. farm AU
Here's a compilation of pouty Keith nobody asked for.
Bonus:
Look at Keith's face
Plance Amorentia scene from Harry Potter??
“Keith! What’s up, buddy, how was your summer?”
Keith glared half-heartedly at Lance from where he was trapped by the Slytherin’s arm slung around his neck. “I literally saw you on the train yesterday.”
Lance ignored him. “What do you think Professor Smythe has to torture us with this year?”
“Whatever it is it’ll definitely be torture.”
They took their seats and started unpacking the their cauldrons and supplies. Lance started flipping through Advanced Potion Making and whistled. “You’re not wrong.”
“GOOD MORNING, CLASS!” The door slammed open behind them and Professor Coran Smythe exuberantly strolled down the aisle between worktables and with an enormous briefcase. His voice, body language, and bright orange hair gave him a constant impression of living fire. Lance was certain that he hair must have clashed horribly with his Ravenclaw robes when he’d been a student - like six thousand years ago.
Coran set the case down the case so gingerly half the class leaned away, expecting it to maybe explode. He took out three large glass containers of potions and undid the caps, flooding the room with a bizarre mix of scents. One looked like mud and snot had gotten down and dirty in a bubble bath. Another Lance could swear was definitely water. And the third looked like melted pearls and just exquisitely beautiful.
“Welcome to the NEWT level of Potions! I won’t sugarcoat it for you youngins, this course will be considerably more grueling than your previous years. I have had many a student cry during the midterm exams, but if you do, be sure to collect and bottle those tears! Could possibly be useful later on in the course.” Coran gave a gigantic wink. Lance jotted that down for future reference. “Gather round, I’ve got some interesting potions to show you all.”
Most of the class clustered around the silvery potion that had dancing tendrils of steam curling from the surface - never mind that it’d finished brewing days ago. Lance was no exception; he hovered over the heavenly scent. Emanating from the surface was the crisp smell that happens after a rainstorm, a smell you only get by taking a deep breath of worn leather, and...whoa, something citrusy that was so familiar but he just couldn’t place.
A sharp pain in his side snapped him out of his blissed-out reverie. Keith, who’d apparently pinched him, jerked his head toward Coran. The professor was looking at him expectantly.
Lance’s face heated. “I’m sorry, what was the question?”
A few people in the class giggled while Coran just smirked behind his mustache. “Not to worry, my boy, that potion’s lovely aroma will muddle the heads of even the sharpest minds.”
“How much of it have you smoked, sir?” a Gryffindor asked.
“Five points from Gryffindor for interrupting class, and five points to Gryffindor for the interruption being funny.” Keith rolled his eyes at Lance. Coran continued, unperturbed, “Now can anyone take a gander at what this intoxicating concoction is?”
Lance raised his hand. “Amortentia, sir. The most powerful love potion in existence.”
“Excellent. Amortentia vitally dangerous and I must insist you never, ever use it on another person. At least without their explicit permission.” Coran smiled deviously like he recalled a fond but reckless memory. “However, it is also the only potion that smells and tastes differently to each individual witch or wizard! The aroma is that of things you are most attracted to!”
Rain makes sense, then, Lance thought. So does the leather, that reminds me a lot of a Quaffle. But what’s that lemon-like bit?
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Pidge groaned when she got to the top of the stairs - finally - and reached for the doorknocker.
“Why is a raven like a writing desk?”
“Both words have got a bloody ‘r’ in them.”
The door swung open, but not without a snarky “Welcome back, Miss Holt” from the enchanted doorknocker. She dropped her book bag and collapsed with a sigh onto the nearest armchair.
First day of classes was always the worst, but never more so than with NEWT Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. And Quidditch season would be starting soon, so she had plenty of late nights on the pitch in her imminent future. Potions wasn’t bad, though. The only thing surprising about Potions this afternoon was how powerful the smell of Amortentia had on her. She knew it would be scents she specifically found attractive, but it had not prepared her for the overwhelming barrage of chlorophyll, ink, and something sweet and earthy Pidge had instantly recognized as Lance’s cologne invading her senses.
Pidge finally sucked it up and pulled out her Transfiguration homework. This was going to be a lot of reading.
Around the time Pidge had scrawled out two feet of notes, somebody poked her. “Your owl’s tapping on the window.”
Pidge stood, stretched out her back, and open the window where Rover the grey, fluffy Boreal owl was perched. He dropped a folded piece of parchment into her hands and settled on her shoulder. It was a note written in Hunk’s freakishly elegant script.
We’re outside your common room. Please let us in.
-Hunk and Lance
The second Pidge opened the door she got attacked by Hunk sweeping her up in a bear hug. Rover shot into the air and squawked indignantly. “It’s so good to see you, Pidge!”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave a squeeze. “Missed you, too, Hunk.” He set her down and they both came inside. Firewhiskey crackled in Pidge’s chest when she saw Lance.
So that shows that another full summer away from my ridiculous friend has not dampened my feelings for him. Ugh.
He grinned at her and held his arms out. “What’s up, nerd?”
She smirked and gave him a hug. “More than you, loser.” When the hug lasted a little longer than she’d anticipated, she stood on her tiptoes so she could whisper in his ear, “Ravenclaw’s going to crush Slytherin on the Quidditch pitch this year.” Pidge felt Lance turn his face toward her and heard him take a deep, stuttering breath.
He suddenly pulled away from her, face flushed, and ran a hand through his hair. “In you - in your dreams, Pidge.”
Weird.
In The Old Days
Old Keith and Lance fic!!
They were sitting on a bench by the water. It was a beautiful day, and on days like this they did that. It was peaceful and relaxing. Their poor bodies couldn't handle much anymore, so they simply enjoyed the life around them. There were children running around, people training, birds chirping around... It was nice.
"You know what, I hate this," Keith said grumpily.
"Always the downer, aren't you, Mullet," Lance complained.
"Shut up, Lance. We used to be fighting and all! We were heroes! Now we're what? Freaking bird feeders!" he shouted angrily.
The poor man didn't have the same sharp hearing anymore.
"Bird feeder..." Lance repeated, laughing loudly.
Keit gave him a glare.
"I'm serious, Lance! We were such a good team with the others. We were destroying those useless sentries and kicking Zarkon's ass" Keith said, his voice changing from angry to dreamy.
"Yeah, we were pretty awesome. My grandchildren think I'm not totally sane anymore when I tell them... Yeah, it was the best time of our lives," Lance agreed. "But you know, at least I'm not an annoying grumpy old man like you. I'm just old," Lance teased him.
"I'm not grumpy," Keith complained loudly.
"Yes, you are. Like you've always been," Lance teased him.
"Whatever..."
Lance looked at the water, letting his thoughts wander and the vague memories from his past resurface for a small moment. The war and the making of an era of peace throughout the universe had taken many years of their lives, but it had been a great adventure. Around their thristies, the Paladins were finally allowed to go back to Earth, but they never stayed long, always going on missions and stuff with their cloaked Lions always by their sides.
Lance felt his chest squeeze a little. Yeah, maybe Keith was right, it was sad that they were now in the last miles of their lives. Still, they had lived to the fullest and helped so many people across the universe, they regretted nothing.
Once on Earth, Lance had found love and made children. Keith had continued working with the Blade and trying to find more about his parents and their story. He had found out everything at some point, but Lance couldn't recall the entire story, his memories being a bit clouded sometimes, especially for things that didn't concern him directly.
Lance's chest squeezed again, this time stronger and... painfully.
"K-Keith..." he started with a hand twisting his shirt near his heart, where the pain seemed to originate.
"Lance? Lance, what... Someone! Help!" Keith screamed realizing that Lance was probably in trouble.
They were old, dying at this age was to be expected, but still Keith didn't want Lance to leave him... Lance fell to the ground and Keith went beside him, taking one of his hands as he was screaming for help.
Strangers appeared in Lance's vision. They were blurry, but he could still make out Keith's terribly wrinkled face closs to him. He should really have taken Lance's advise regarding face masks and skin hydration. His eyes never left Keith's as his world was fading away.
In his dying moments, Lance saw his family; young Pidge, Hunk, Allura, Coran, Shiro, Matt and Keith; some of their allies; other friends they had made along the way; his wife and his children, and their children too... They were all smiling and laughing in his memories, that's the way he had always wanted to remember them. Some were still kicking strong, others had left them already...
Now it was Lance's turn to go. He had lived well. He was happy, he was in peace with his life ending now.
Sadly, Keith would have to be a bird feeder alone for a while.
Lance smiled at Keith one last time before letting go of his hand... and of life...
anyone else have 85 versions of the same drawing bc you just can’t decide (i almost added another version to this)
I had some bad art block, so I decided to sketch a few expressions of this lovely space dork~ He’s so fun to draw! At first I didn’t really know how his hair works...... But now I just love how wisps curl on the sides of his face and at the back ♥
Watched the Voltron VR game...
This is the calm before Lance’s Vlogs comes out
Grumpy boy Keith is my favourite Keith right after a happy one tbh. Just realized that I didn't draw Shiro in my sketchbook first so to make it up to you guys (all 3 of you (thank you for following me btw)) I might post the project a little early, as soon as I'm finished the painting of Coran!
Pidge | Lance | Hunk | Allura | Coran