I wanna be your endgame
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I wanna be your endgame
While he contemplated this, Coran unveiled the food that he made, holding it out towards the three hungry boys. Shiro’s eyebrows both shot up when Keith actually recoiled from it, bumping into Lance, who looked just as grossed out. In turn, Lance shoved Keith back towards the plate, but he quickly moved behind Hunk, actually hiding away from it. The injury to his nose severely limited Shiro’s sense of smell, and as a result, his sense of taste as well. It was moments like this that he was grateful for that, because if Keith was being so dramatic about it, it had to smell awful. Shiro could still see the small, malnourished boy (who gave most of his food to the smaller, younger kids at the group home), that Shiro took in. He ate whatever was put in front of him. Except for this, apparently. “Coran,” Hunk protested, “You just got me hooked on that goo and now you're switching it up?" “This is packed with nutrients!” Coran protested. That was actually a nice thought, that the man was doing everything he could to try and help them out, including keeping them healthy and well-fed. Hunk sniffed the plate, his face twisting. “It smells disgusting!”
“I know!” the Altean, surprisingly, agreed. “That’s how you know it’s healthy.”
Hunk pulled an alien plant out of one of the little pouches attached to his uniform. “Coran, we’re on a planet right now with fresh herbs, spices, and whatever this thing is. Not to mention Keith and Lance lifted a ton of stuff from the Galra ship. We have options! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to head back to the kitchen and spice things up.” He spun around, pointing at Keith and Lance. “You guys wait here. You’re my taste testers." “Yeah!” Lance cried out excitedly. “Go Hunk! We believe in you!” Hunk waved at him as he left. Lance practically flounced to the table, and Shiro couldn’t help but smile a bit as Keith chose to sit beside him. He didn’t seem at all put off by this, turning to him and saying, “Hunk’s cooking is the best. Even rivals my Mamá’s!” “I already miss takeout burgers,” Keith admitted with a groan, slumping forward slightly. “Oh man,” Lance sighed. “That old fashioned style place in Garrison City is amazing, with the milkshakes? And the fries!” “Ugh, stop it,” Keith groaned. “I would give Red to Zarkon for that right now.” “Excuse me?” Coran asked, already put-off by their dislike of his Paladin Lunch, and now positively alarmed by Keith’s words. “It’s a joke,” Shiro assured him. “He wouldn’t, and that’s not healthy anyway. We need to stay in shape.” He instantly regretted his words when Keith glanced up at him with that familiar, dead-eyed look. “When Adam was gone for a week we lived off of instant ramen noodles, Froot Loops, and Kool-Aid that nearly made me diabetic.” Lance snorted loudly from where he too slumped against the table.
Lance: I’m ugly
Keith: I’m straight
Lance: Uh... what?
Keith: I thought we were saying impossible things.
Important things I forgot to mention in previous posts
Edit: I found this pic on insta and just now realized I should link the source lmfao whoops @cellrambles
ps I have a bajillion posts with info like these but extended stalk my blog ;) 😂
Keith: Where's Lance?
Pidge: He's off being emo in his room. He was making jokes then Griffin snapped at him.
Keith: What did he say?
Pidge: Something about Lance being annoying and how he hasn't changed since school? I don't know.
Keith: Oh... *stomps towards Griffins room*
Shiro: Keith...
*Keith breaks into a run but Shiro grabs onto him*
Keith: I JUST WANT TO TALK TO HIM. WE'RE GONNA HAVE A TALK
Lance: So, I heard you like bad boys
Keith: Yeah
Lance: Great, 'cause I'm bad at everything
You're 70. You're just making lunch for your grandchildren when you hear their exited shouts and a music theme starts playing from the living room. It feels familiar, you know you've heard it before- but where? Curious, you step into the living room, their sandwiches in hand. "What are you watching?" you ask them "It's an old show. It's called Voltron legendary defender". Suddenly, all memories come back to you.
You break down crying. You can only whisper one thing while you're sobbing, your grandchildren asking you what's wrong:
"K... K I C K"
Klance is canon king
HEY KLANCERS! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!! LET'S SPREAD THE KLANCE THROUGH THE WORLD!
Share your #klanceintheworld too, it feels special when you share this from different parts of the world☀
From Italy~