Episode Two : The Haunting of Allura de Altea - Cloudedskiez
Word Count: 15, 502
Summary: Episode Two of our Klance Buzzfeed Unsolved series is here and BOY is it a long one (18 pages longer than the last one, to be precise)!
This time, our boys are answering a house call made by none other than Allura de Altea, Lance's close friend (and another supernatural being).
On top of being jealous of their relationship, Keith is getting increasingly suspicious about Lance's true "Human" nature.
Will he be able to prove that Lance is a Demon? Will they be able to rid Allura's apartment of whatever unwanted entity resides there? Or will those cases remain... Unsolved.
Title: Are We or Aren't We?
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Pairing: Keith/Shiro
Word count: 1338
Rating: T
Summary: Everybody seems to think Keith and Shiro are dating. The problem is, they're not.
Klance AU month- where Keith is working on extra credit for Potions
I know nothing about potion making so take it with a grain of salt plz ehehehe
Ao3
Keith was carefully measuring out the right amount of pearl dust for his potion. Right now it was a little murky and not the pearly sheen it was supposed to be. Perhaps more pearl dust would change that. It couldn’t be too much or it would not react well with the moonstone. It had to be exact or the potion would just blow up or melt the floor or something.
“Keith!”
“Gah!” His hand jerked and tipped a handful of pearl dust into his potion. He held his breath, heart slow in his chest, as the potion bubbled in his cauldron. It didn’t have the pearly sheen or the swirls but looked more like a fizzing soup of soap bubbles.
He whipped his head around to glare at Lance, who slowly backed away, hands up, and a wry grin that definitely made it look like he did it on purpose. “Sorry, my bad.”
Rolling his eyes he picked up his cauldron to dump it and start again. “What do you want, Lance?”
He sidled up next to him planting himself down on the table to watch him gather new materials. “Do I have to want something?”
“With you? Probably.”
He brought his hand up to his chest, gasping in in mock-horror. “I am insulted. Insulted I say! You just weren’t there for dinner so I thought I’d check up on you.”
Keith felt heat crawl across his cheeks. “Oh.”
“I actually found you pretty easily, did you even shower after quidditch practice? You smell like a broom,” Lance added with a teasing grin.
The heat in his face turned up to an eleven. He stabbed him in the arm with the leftover thorns on a rose stem. “Sod off, Lance!”
Laughing, Lance batted him away while settling in next to him, declaring that he would watch him work to procrastinate on transfiguration homework.
Lance stayed with him for the next few hours while he worked on his new potion, occasionally passing him an ingredient between stories. He cracked jokes and rambled on about his day, telling him about how Hunk’s cuisine spell exploded or how Pidge accidentally half transformed Rover into a flying goblet.
Keith chuckled as Lance colored the story with wild hand gestures and dramatic voice retellings, only seeming to become more animated the more Keith laughed.
Keith didn’t dare look over at the Hufflepuff doing his best to get his attention. The logic in his mind telling him that the less attention he gave him the more he would try to earn it.
He ignored the soft, fuzzy feelings in his chest, floating around like dandelion puffs. The soft electric buzzing under his skin. The own thrill of excitement that he gets when Lance’s attention is for him and only him. It makes him feel almost greedy, wanting it all for himself, but he can’t exactly feel sorry for it either.
“Why are you even making a potion at seven at night anyway, mullet?”
Keith focused on measuring the right amount of pearl dust and counted three, four, five rose thorns to toss in. “Extra credit for potions. Professor Honerva said that I wouldn’t pass unless I make a perfect advanced potion.”
“Damn, that sucks.” Lance edged closer, craning his neck to peer inside of the cauldron, the clean scent of his facial wash drifting over. “Which one? It looks like swamp water.”
Pushing him away and straightening his hair Keith dumped in a bit of powdered moonstone, lightening the potion’s color into a deep purple. “That’s because it’s not done yet, dumbass.” He pointed to a little vial of clear liquid. “Hand me the peppermint oil.”
Lance slid it over, the vial almost spilling over the edge before Keith caught it. He spared him a single glare, to which Lance only responded with an innocent grin, and added a couple of drops of the pearly liquid.
Three drops hit the surface, the mother-of-pearl sheen spreading across the potion in ripples and swirls rising from the surface.
Keith paused for a second, worried that he made a mistake. It didn’t smell like anything at first. Only the clean smell of freshly washed laundry and soap before it gave way to the scent of earth and the air right before a thunderstorm. Threaded through the smells swirling around his head was the smell of soap. Soap that reminded him a little too much of the boy standing next to him. He purposely took a step back from the potion.
“It’s pretty, I’ll give you that.” Lance drifted closer to the gold cauldron, head dipping closer to the potion. ”What potion is it?”
Keith furrowed his brows. Lance might not have been that interested in potions but when he smelled the potion he should’ve known it was amortentia. Did he mess up the potion?
“Do you not smell anything?”
“Not… exactly?” Lance inhaled deeply over the cauldron, unknowingly drawing himself closer. Keith gently took his shoulder and drew him back. “It just smells like broom polish but I assumed that was you. Hmmm, wait, oh! Sea salt? A bonfire?” He looked over at him with questioning eyes, silently asking if he was right.
Keith could only shrug, stiff and awkward. “It’s supposed to be amortentia. So if those are the things you like I guess it worked?”
Lance jerked, almost knocking over the peppermint oil. Red crept up his neck as he tried to right the ingredients on the table but only knocking more over. Flapping his hands he leaped back from the table, hands firmly at his sides. “A-amortentia?”
“Yes?”
Lance stood there, stiff as a board, watching Keith with a focus that made him shift and want to look away. But he didn’t, Keith stared right back at Lance, face slowly warming under his scrutiny.
Lance must have not found what he was looking for, shoulders relaxing but his eyes seemed almost simultaneously disappointed and relieved. The red slowly receded from his face as he stepped over and swung an arm around Keith’s shoulder. “I think you nailed it, buddy. It’s definitely amortentia.” He tossed a cover over Keith’s potion and started to lead Keith out of the classroom. “Let’s sneak into the kitchens and get dinner because I highly doubt your Gryffindor ass ate anything if you didn’t even shower.”
Keith actually did eat before he left to make the potion. It was right on the tip of his tongue to tell Lance so but he swallowed it down. A few more hours with Lance couldn’t hurt anyone.
Shiro and Keith meet for the first time irl at orientation after talking online about possibly sharing an apartment for months now. They got to know each other wile talking and seem to hit it off quite well. The two get to talking about expenses and complain about their tuition fee. One of them offhandedly and completely joking says if only they could get someone to marry them to cut cost of the tuition. After a few seconds the other says fuck it we’re going to be sharing an apartment together, so why don’t we marry each other to cut back costs. They can always divorce later right? And their would be no need for a layer since it would be more of a marriage of convenience then anything, and it’s not like they’ll have split custody over anything.
The more they talk about it the more appealing it gets. So they been th agree and get their marriage license officiated and their tuition fee cut. Theirs only one catch. They both realize that they actually really like the other and don’t want their fake marriage to end. Now if only they could gather the courage to tell the other about it...
RATING && TAGS: Teen and Up Audiences // canon universe + pining!lance + pining!keith + oblivious + lowkey slowburn + same bed trope + fluff
SUMMARY
Lance's nightmares are getting out of control. It's effecting his and the team's performance, but he's at a loss for how to fix this.
Apparently sleeping next to a warm body helps.
EXCERPT
Keith is many things. Impulsive, impatient, skeptical, socially inept… he’s been described as all of these things, and to be honest, he doesn’t disagree with them.
But he’s never been called selfish.
But he is. Keith is becoming incredibly selfish.
He’s selfish in how he hoards all of Lance’s touches throughout the night. He sometimes lays there, just watching Lance sleep, committing to memory the way his mouth angles itself when it’s slack and how his eyebrows sometimes crinkle when he’s dreaming.
Keith will sometimes prop himself up on his elbow during the few lucky mornings he wakes up before Lance, and watch his chest rise and fall in an easy rhythm. He reaches out, guiltily, and runs his fingers through his short hair. He brushes the strands out of his face and relishes how Lance seems to lean into his touch.
MY COMMENTS
I just reread this fic and now I remember why I adore this fic with my whole heart please. The way they’re both pining for each other and yet they don’t realize the other is pining for them too and they’re both disasters. This has got to be the best usage of the same bed trope; everything is so delicate and gentle, careful in hopes of not hurting the other and I love it so much. This fic is definitely a personal favorite.
RATING && TAGS: Teen and Up Audiences // oblivious!keith + pining!lance + featuring very horrible attempts at flirting
SUMMARY
"Are you from Tennessee, because you're the only ten I see."
Lance waits for the reaction, which he well expects to be Keith blushing and swooning at Lance's attention, but he only gets a blank look for his efforts.
"Lance, you know I was raised in Canada."
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Lance decides that he's going to woo Keith. Unfortunately, Keith doesn't seem to have gotten the memo.
EXCERPT
Lance has never had any experience crushing on guys, let alone mullet sporting team members, so at first he has no idea how he's going to win Keith over. As far as Lance knows, the guy still thinks of him in a vague sense of disinterest and maybe even mild irritation. Except, Lance doesn't want Keith to think of him like that, he wants Keith to have a big gay crush on him as well, so he needs to think of something to make that happen.
So maybe Lance doesn't have any experience with guys, but he does have experience wooing girls, or at least, trying to, so he decides he's just going to stick with what he knows best.
He's going to flirt mercilessly with Keith and hopes that that will get somewhere. What could go wrong, right?
MY COMMENTS
The second hand embarrassment that i felt was mortifying.
Alright second hand embarrassment aside, because that’s kind of the point of the fic, it’s genuinely amusing to see Lance’s attempts at ‘flirting.’ Though for the record, his ideas aren’t the worst per say, it’s just really unplanned and uncoordinated which only leads to disaster. This fic is kinda short, but it really conveys the desperation and the frustration between the two it’s hilarious.
Summary: Yeah, Lance could definitely see why Zarkon had wanted to seize this place so badly. The planet, Canopus, was the very embodiment of beautiful, packed with luscious forests, colorful wildlife, and the most magnificent cities he had ever seen. Not to mention the natives could literally control plants. Lance felt at peace just standing there, taking his time to gaze at the two glowing suns, the vast, blue sky, and the— jesus fucking christ someone was hitting on Keith.
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Or in which Keith gets hit on, Lance mcfreakin loses it, and Shiro makes a Dad Joke.
Summary: Based off a tumblr post that basically said: Shiro only elbowed Lance when he was flirting with Nyma, because he knows about Keith's crush on him and doesn't want to see his bro suffer.
Also known as 5 times Shiro ruined Lance's flirting attempts, and the 1 time he didn't have to.
