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[ephemeralfuture]

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[beardrooler]

Just a sketch of my fav paladins. I was shipping them but damn you writers.

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[happyk44]

Hance and 12 please! 😚

12: Things you said when you thought I was asleep

(Sorry for the lateness, babe~)

Hunk rolled over onto his side and blinked open his eyes blearily. His clock murmured three o’clock and the window was dim and dark. He blinked rapidly, shaking the sleep from his eyes and shifted to find warmth and comfort again. Next to him, Lance was breathing slowly, tucked up against his back like the desperate spoon he was.

Sometimes this happened, Hunk went from clutching to being clutched or sometimes Lance just plain twisted and collasped out of bed, still searching for the elusive snuggle-time as Hunk rolled slowly away. But Hunk liked being held so he just snuggled backwards and smiled content.

“Hunk?” Lance murmured.

He tried to open one eyes but the warmth of his sheets kept him clinging to sleep and he made a vague noise instead.

Lance rolled over top of him, laying halfway onto his side, his presence more of shadowing beacon of protection than something sickly and nervewracking that Hunk would shudder out of sleep for. 

“Hunk?” Lance murmured again. “You awake?”

The words were on his tongue - No. Shut up. Go to sleep - but nothing fell out. He was far too drowsy, far too comfortable. He could feel sleep twitching it’s way through his body, getting ready to slip him into dreamland the moment it reached his head.

Lance leaned over and kissed Hunk’s forehead, his cheek, his nose and then whispered, “I love you.”

Blearily Hunk considered that. In a movie, his eyes would’ve snapped open and he would’ve released a throaty, “What?” But in the dark of night, warmth still clinging to his side, all he could muster was a happy sleepy snuffle.

Lance pushed back his hair. “I know I haven’t said it before,” he went on, “and saying it while you’re asleep probably isn’t the smartest thing but.” He let out a soft sigh. “You’re so perfect. I guess-” He shifted and flattened himself against Hunk’s side, his breath ghosting the tips of Hunk’s ear. “I guess I’m just scared you won’t feel the same.”

Of course, Hunk would feel the same, Hunk thought. Lance was an idiot.

Lance snuggled up against his back. “I love you,” he said into Hunk’s bare skin, kissing his shoulder blade. He whispered it again against Hunk’s neck, his bicep, his spine, all the while kissing every time he spoke. Like he was trying to mark it into Hunk’s body. Finally, he drew back and stubbornly tried to wrap Hunk up in his arms. “I’ll say it the morning,” he said, decisively. “I will you. You deserve to hear it when you’re, ya know, conscious.”

Hunk let out another content sleepy sigh. That sounded good. He’d say it back of course and then tell Lance all about this little nightly tirade and probably trick him into revealing all the other times he’d done it before.

Compelled by that, Hunk managed to shake off his sleep just enough and reached up to clutch Lance’s dangling hand with his own, giving it a light squeeze. Sleep tumbled back against him and as he crashed back into a warm dreamland, he heard Lance mutter, “You fucking bastard.” 

He had to laugh.

But hey. At least now Lance wouldn’t chicken out.

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[elfgrove]

Hance, home?

“I don’t know if I’m ready for this.” Hunk turned back at the corner, walking back down the street a little ways then turning around again to stare. His street. Where his home was at. He hd kind of accepted that he’d never see it again.

“Yes you are, buddy. You’re a hero, and you know they’ve missed you.”

“They were against me going to Galaxy Garrison. Too military. Too imperialist. Grandpa was really mad. And look at me now? He was right. I became everything he’d hate.”

“I don’t think he’s going to see it that way. We saved the universe. We overthrew an empire. We didn’t put one in place.” Lance clapped him on the shoulder, “And if he doesn’t, I have your back.”

Hunk reached up to lace thier fingers together, matching rings glinting in the sun, “Yeah, you always do.”

“And who wouldn’t love me?” He winked, “Your Mom is gonna love me as much as mine loves you.”

Hunk laughed, some of the tension finally draining from his shoulders.

“Come on, partner. I think it’s about time you take me home to meet your family.”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

[I’m doing drabble prompts for fun and to encourage positivity. Shoot me an ask!]

[bluismie]

reminder that Hunk is a cute potato <3

[cloudtxtt]

hunk learned to bake/cook from his mom so i think he would try to teach lance too   happy valentine's day 😘

[oya-art4]

Hance Week

Day 2: Old Friends / First Meeting

“Are you a parking ticket, becasue you have fine written all over you~.”

or

“Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it right back~.”

The biggest plot twist of season 2 was that Hunk is the pun master~

Also, I headcanon that Lance suffers from baby face syndrome and he’ll be like 40 but looking 16 forever. While Hunk grows up wonderfully~!

[snowisdelight]

~calm & tender hancesome boys~