I promised I wouldn’t fall down the rabbit hole with this show but,,, well Hitler promised he wouldn’t invade czech republic, welcome to the real world, susan.
also hance are the softest, klance found dead in miami
Title: Fives times the charm
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10873920
Couple: Hunk/Lance
WC: 2266
Four times the Voltron gang didn’t realise Lance and Hunk were together (and one time they did)
1. Keith
Even though he had never been the best one with emotions and understanding concepts like love or best friends or whatever, even Keith could see that Hunk and Lance were way closer than anyone else on the ship. Even closer than Allura and Conrad, who literally had spent 10,000 years only in each other’s company.
Like right now for example.
Like every morning, the black-haired boy had gone training by himself in the training room for one varga. Then he had quickly hit the showers, before going to see if there was anything edible in the kitchen. And that’s where he found them.
Hunk was whistling to himself as he flipped something that looked a lot like a pancake and mixing something in a bowl next to it. And Lance was sitting beside him, swinging his legs from the kitchen counter, with a plate full of those pancakes on his lap and a shirt that could only be Hunk’s – or Shiro’s. He had a strange expression on his face as he was looking at Hunk, something Keith couldn’t quite place.
Since neither of them had heard him coming in, Keith cleared his throat loudly and waited for them to turn around. Hunk turned around with a smile, while Lance looked startled for a moment. “Morning, Keith!” greeted him the yellow paladin.
“Hey,” answered Keith, sniffing the air. “Are those pancakes?” he asked, already moving a hand to take one from a plate he presumed was Hunk’s.
Before he could even touch the pancakes, Lance had already reached out with his hand and smacked Keith’s away with a sharp glare. “My pancakes!” he stressed, putting Hunk’s plate closer to himself.
The other guy rolled his eyes. “Come on, Lance-”
“If you want pancakes,” continued the dark-haired boy, as if he hadn’t heard him, “you can make your own.”
“I don’t see you moving your lazy butt to make anything.” Interjected Keith, arching an eyebrow.
This time, Lance gave him a cocky grin, putting his head on Hunk’s shoulder. “Well, I can.”
Hunk snorted, while Keith rolled his eyes. “That makes no sense.” He decided, even though he made no other attempt to get the pancakes again.
“You make no sense.” Whispered Lance, before turning his attention back to Hunk.
The strange intensity with which he was looking at the other boy kind of made Keith uncomfortable. It wasn’t like he was glaring at him. He was more just looking at him with a strange kind of fondness that Keith was more used associating with Shiro or Hunk himself.
By the time Keith finished making his own breakfast, it was clear the other two had forgotten about him completely. Hunk had made Lance try the strange sauce he had been stirring in the pan and had blushed when Lance had all but moaned in appreciation.
Quietly, Keith left the kitchen, wondering if this was what real friends treated each other like.
2. Pidge
“Hunk pass me the cable.” Said Pidge, trying to speak around the torch in her mouth. What really came out was ‘Hnk pash me te cabl’, but the bigger boy seemed to understand her nevertheless.
They had been working like this for about 7 hours uninterrupted- which normally wouldn’t have been this hard. Except that today they were trying to make quick mainteanance work after the fight with Zarkon. They had been lucky to be able to ran away with a quick wormhole trip, but the castle had taken the worst of the battle.
Pidge was fried and so was Hunk, and honestly, the only reason they were still going on was that they didn’t want to go and see the aftermath of the huge fight between Keith and Allura.
The door of the room opened, and they both looked up, the aroma of fresh bread and something spicy yet salty entering the room.
Lance smiled at them, two plates of food in his hands. “This gives me Garrison exam revision cramming sessions flashbacks.” He told them, passing one of the plates to Pidge and sitting next to Hunk with the other.
Pidge arched an eyebrow. “Uhm, you were the only cramming, my boy.” She told him, biting into the bread and sauce without even questioning it.
“Were you or weren’t you present, Pidge?” he asked, picking up a spoonful of food and aiming it at Hunk’s face without even checking if the boy had noticed or not.
Pidge didn’t even bat an eyelid at that. This was something that gave her flashbacks. Even during the sessions, her and Hunk had, where they tried helping Lance with his seriously lacking engineering knowledge, this had been something they always did.
Lance would try and answer all of Pidge’s questions and quizzes while feeding Hunk, and Hunk and Pidge would try and explain the content to Lance while Hunk was feeding the boy.
Sometimes, Pidge felt kind of jealous of the friendship between Lance and Hunk. She too wanted a best friend who would just come in and feed her every time she was too busy to do it herself.
Even now, Hunk was moving around the room, muttering to himself and Lance was patiently following him, listening to what he was saying and putting spoonful of food in his mouth every now and then.
Man, she just wished to have a friend like that one day.
3. Shiro
Waking up in the middle of the night had become the norm for Shiro. Nightmares of his time back with Zarkon and the Garla kept him awake several times in the middle of the night.
What was unusual was finding someone already in the kitchen, washing up some plates, while a fresh batch of cookies was sitting on the table.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked, startling the younger boy.
Hunk shook his head. “Nah, just got nervous and started stress baking. Which then I meant I had to stay awake until they were all cooked. Which I guess does mean I can’t sleep. Uh. Go figure.”
“What are you stressed about?” asked him the Champion, filling a glass with water.
Hunk bit his lip. “I mean, we are so far from Earth? Things change. People- people change. Feelings, feelings change too. What is the point of saying that you love someone to the moon and back if the moon you know is so far you might not even see it anymore? Or if there are so many different moons, it could either mean something very far and something very close too. You can’t know what the person is thinking, you know?” Shiro just stared at him, perplexed and Hunk huffed. “Of course you don’t know. Lemme just-” he started, putting some biscuits on a plate and leaving the rest on the table.
Shiro was a little confused. Was Hunk just homesick? Did he have a girlfriends and he missed her? What had brought out this sudden panic?
Hunk noticed his worried gaze, and smiled. “Hey, Shiro, don’t worry. I am just being silly. Oh, and don’t tell anyone anything that I’ve just said. Especially not Lance. He’d kill me for even thinking this.” He finished chuckling a little.
Shiro mimicked zipping his mouth and throwing away the key, before pointing at the plate in his hands. “Who’s that for?”
The yellow paladin smiled. “The person who always wakes up last but still would throw a tantrum if they found out I made biscuits and they got none.” He answered, shaking his head and leaving the kitchen.
***
When he went to check on Hunk later that night, Shiro was a little confused to find him lying on the bed with a sleeping Lance on him. Confused, definitely, but not surprised. Honestly those two were like twins or something.
4. Allura and Coran
Allura tapped her fingers on the main control quietly huffing and puffing at the screen. She knew she was being unreasonable and a baby, but honestly, she was bored! Shiro had taken some paladins with him to the space mall, while Coran had forced her to remain behind at the castle with him. Life was so unfair!
“Princess, if you keep making that face, it’ll get stuck like that.” Warned her the Coran, merely sparing her a glance.
Allura was about to sass him right back, when she heard giggling from the door, right before it opened.
Hunk was snort-laughing, while Lance was laying on his shoulder laughing and punching him on the back. “Let me go, you brute!”
The yellow paladin gasped. “Me, a brute? How very dare you, mr McCoy? I am the most loving partner anyone could ever ask for!”
“We are talking about you, not about me, Hunk.” Said the other boy, cheekily.
“The various scratches and hickeys on my torso say otherways, you adorable freak.”
“What are hickeys?” asked Allura, tired of the other two not acknowledging her.
Hunk chocked on his tongue and Lance looked up – or upside down, whichever you think is more appropriate – at her, before his usual smirk reappeared on his face. “It’s like a bruise that doesn’t hurt.” He replied easily, grinning at her.
The princess appeared confused. “A bruise that doesn’t hurt? How is that possible?” she asked. “Can I see?”
“Absolutely -”
“NO. NO WAY.” Answered Hunk, somehow finding voice between chocking, his face brittle red.
Lance shrugged. “Sorry, princess. Hunky Pie is somewhat shy.” He said, earning a slap on the butt at this. Normally this wouldn’t have hurt, but today made Lance audibly yelp.
“Are you okay, Lance?” asked Allura, looking at the blue paladin.
Lance smirked, trying to squirm his way out of Hunk’s embrace. “Don’t worry, princess, just a bit… ah, sore.” Hunk chocked on his spit again, much to the two Altean’s concern.
Coran frowned. “Hunk tired you out with training?”
“Training?” asked Lance, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
Coran pointed. “You are both very red and sweaty, you said you’re sore, you’re breathing heavily and your hair is surprisingly messy.” He pointed out.
Lance started laughing even harder than before, while Hunk audibly groaned, hitting the wall with his head. “Ah yes.” Said Lance, still chuckling. “I love our training sessions, Hunk. The way you move your hands when you hold my sword, or that funny noise you make when I attack you in that particular spot. Or when you tell me how flexible I am or help me see how much I can bend over and-”
Hunk let out a strangled noise, before shaking his head. “That’s it, we’re getting out of here.” He decided, starting to walk away.
“You totally should join us at one point, Princess!” called Lance, laughing even more before the door closed behind them.
Allura glanced at Coran who looked just as confused as she felt. Damn Earth people and their strange ways.
+1 Everyone
The team was all assembled for breakfast in the main room, when Allura walked in, a smile on her face. “Hunk, you’ll never guess what happened!”
Hunk looked away from where he was talking to Lance and to the princess and titled his head to the side. “What happened?”
“Morning to you too, Allura.” Muttered Lance, rolling his eyes and fixing his fringe. And Allura squealed.
Everyone looked in concern at her, but she was already advancing towards a perplexed Lance. “Your nails! They’re so pretty, I adore these colours.” She glanced momentarily at Hunk. “Your girlfriend just sent us a message telling us of how they’ve just helped another planet raise up against the Garla empire. But back to Lance’s nails-” she continued, sighing, while Hunk mouther girlfriend in confusion.
“It’s the bi pride flag.” He explained, smiling down at his nails.
Pidge looked up at him, frowning. “Bisexual pride flag? Why that one?” she asked, curiously.
Lance gave her a deadpan look. “Because I’m bisexual?”
Keith’s fork slipped out of his hand, while Shiro paused on the way of putting food in his mouth. Even Coran and Allura were gaping at him. Pidge was the one to ask. “You’re bisexual??”
The paladin rolled his eyes. “Don’t assume I’m gay just because I’m dating Hunk.”
The knife slipped out of Keith’s hand too, while Shiro chocked on the piece of food still in his mouth. Hunk looked at them, half confused and half concerned for Shiro suffocating before his eyes.
“Since when were you two dating?” finally managed the black paladin, looking lost at the two of them.
Hunk looked at Lance bewildered, glad that his boyfriends seemed just as confused by the team as he felt. “Uhm, since a week after starting Garrinson?”
Pidge shook her head in amazement. “How did I not know till now?”
Suddenly all of it made sense in her head, and in the heads of the rest of the team.
Keith looked confused for a few more seconds, before standing up. “In case anyone else was confused, I am gay.”
This time no one was confused. “Yeah, we knew.” Said Allura.
“No one is shocked here, son.” Decided Coran smirked.
“Confusion? Where?” wondered Pidge.
“Sorry dude, it’s kind of obvious.” Told him Hunk.
“My gaydar went awhire when I first met you because of much gay you were.” Joked Lance.
“Well, sorry for being so gay, then!” said Keith, offended.
Lance snickered, putting an arm around his shoulder. “Come on man. You should have known! I guess you always heard of the gay best friend that you’ve forgotten about me: the bisexual worst rival.”
Hi, could you please write some jasaphael with this prompt: Imagine that A is the nice tall one and B is the smol angry bby. Bonus: A frequently picks B up like a cat to calm them down. Bonus Bonus: C is the medium one who hitchhikes on A’s back and is secretly a bit jealous of B. Obviously, A would be jace, B would be raphael and C would be simon. Thanks bb ;*
sorry for the super late reply, I legit forgot i even wrote something for this? forgive me, also icon goals
idk if this is what you wanted, but ya know
“Right, this is enough.” decided Jace from where he was standing in the doorway of Magnus Bane’s house. He had actually been standing there for almost a hour, but of course none of the people in the house had cared enough to ask him to sit down. Actually, he was pretty sure Magnus was going to offer and then Simon had said ‘don’t worry about him, it’s time he put his stamina rune to actual use’.
Magnus arched an eyebrow at him when neither of his boyfriends moved from their spots, complaining loudly to the warlock. Raphael was ranting about Izzy and Clary stealing Lily Chen from him, while Simon chimed in to say that Magnus must stop them from pursuing a career in which they’d most definitely fail.
Normally, Jace didn’t mind waiting for them to be finished with whatever they were ranting about, but he was tired of standing there and tired of waiting, so he just marched towards the sofa where the downworlder trio was sitting.
“Come on, you both. Let’s go.” Raphael rolled his eyes at him, while Simon loudly shushed him, and they both focused back on Magnus. But Jace didn’t allow them to start anymore conversation, and with one rapid move, grabbed Raphael by the waist and threw him over his shoulder.
Raphael absolutely did not yelp, nor try to claw at Jace’s back like a frustrated cat. No sir. The only reason Magnus was snickering like that was that Magnus was in fact a dick.
Simon made a weird face, before smirking. “Thank god you can’t pick me up like that, right?”
The shadowhunter gave him a patented look, before grabbing his hands and pulling him up to his feet. “Now, seriously. Let’s go. See you around, Magnus.”
The warlock just shook his head amusedly as Jace disappeared, holding hands with Simon with Raphael still hissing and scratching on his back.
Simon watched with a vague sense of disappointment as Jace walked around the living room a hot coffee cup in one hand and an half asleep Raphael in the other. Normally it didn’t bother him, the interaction between Raph and Jace, but he couldn’t hide that he was a little jealous of the way Jace could just pick up the other vampire and walk around with him because of how smol - no that he would ever use that word around Raphael- he was.
Jace was the taller of them and Raphael was the shorter. Simon was halfway in there, closer to Jace in height than he was to Raphael. It would look awkward if Jace tried to walk around with Simon under his arm or something.
Still, he sulked.
“What’s up with the face?” asked Jace, setting Raphael down next to Simon and sipping from his mug of coffee.
The younger vampire looked at him like a deer caught in headlights. “What face? My face? What would be up with my face? Why would you even think something was up with my face? I don’t wear make up. I mean I wore it once-”
“I’m 80% sure that I don’t wanna hear this story.” mumbled Raphael from where he was curled around a pillow.
“80%? Why not 100% sure?” asked him Jace, snorting at the outraged look on Simon’s face.
Raphael opened one eye just to wink at Jace. “The 20% uncertainity is because he’s cute when he’s sulking or when he’s jealous.” he said, making the blond snicker.
Simon shook his finger in his face. “First of all I’m not jealous-” he started to say, but Jace was already on his feet, picking Simon up bridal style.
Simon did not yelp. Or screech. Raphael was just a lying liar who lied.
“Poor baby Simon, daddy doesn’t pay you enough attention?” asked him Jace. Normally he would have punched him in the face for that, but if there was something he had learned in the past year of them dating was that Jace was 95% good intentions badly worded out.
“If you ever call yourself daddy again, I will have to break up with you.” he told him, solemnly, although he made no move to get off him.
“If you wanted me to manhandle you, you should have just asked, Si.” said Jace, and this time, his face was totally serious.
Simon smiled at him, “Yeah, I know.” he gave him a peck on the cheek, and tried to squirm out of his arms.“Now you can put me down.”
“No.”
“What do you mean, no?” This time he tried to wiggle out of his arms, but Jace just smirked and held on tighter.
Raphael snorted, opening both eyes just to tease him. “That’s what you get, Simon, for dating an asshole shadowhunter.”
They both rolled their eyes at him. “He’s literally your boyfriend too.” reminded him the younger boy.
today is my birthday and I wanted to treat myself, so enjoy this really short ml one-shot? oh, and this was actually ib a song called atlas by shannon saunders. it’s really good (and gives off lots of love square vibes) and I’d definitely give it a listen!
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He watches her.
He watches the strands of black hair fan across her pale face in the wind. He watches the way her eyes glint with determination when an akuma attacks. He watches the way her lips quirk up in the slightest smile whenever he cracks a pun. He watches her eyebrows furrow when she's trying to figure out what to do with a lucky charm. He watches her.
And he wonders, too. Wonders if she notices the way he looks at her as if she were his whole world.
(Which, truth be told, she is.)
He wonders if she knows he's serious. That she knows his flirtatious behavior towards her was anything but a joke. He wonders if she knows she's the highlight of his day. He wonders if she sees him, too.
***
She sees him.
She sees the way he bites his lips when he's concentrating on schoolwork. She sees the way his shoulders slump when he's tired. She sees the way his eyebrows raise when he's suspicious of something. She sees the way his eyes light up whenever he sees his friends.
(It makes her giddy inside to know she's one of them.)
She wonders if he knows she can see him. Wonders if he knows she cares. That even though she's awkward and can't get any sentences out, she still sees him. She still wants to see more. She wants to know his hopes, his dreams. She wants to know him. She wonders if he knows that. She wonders if he wants know her. She wonders if he sees her, too.
happy birthday to @august-cabin7 !! congrats on turning 15 and finally being the same age as most of the squad (for a short time, granted, but whatever)!! here’s a small ml drabble bc everyone deserves ml on their birthday!
***
It was never meant to be like this.
He was never meant to fall in love with her. Get to know her? Sure. Be her friend? Absolutely. But fall for her? That was never his intention. His heart belonged to Ladybug. Or so he tells himself.
He couldn’t help it, really. She was so easy to fall for. She was smart, funny, creative, sassy, and just an all around wonderful person. She was so strong, passionate, and outspoken and it wasn’t hard to be drawn to her.
But she likes someone else. Even if he let himself accept the fact that Ladybug isn’t the only one for him, that Marinette Dupain-Cheng had taken her place in his heart, she had eyes for someone else.
She never told him who it was exactly, but from what he’s able to piece from her, he’s her classmate — or rather their classmate — and she was quite taken with him, too. It was hard not to miss the way her eyes lit up when she talked about him. Or the way she would smile so brightly it was blinding. It was hard not to notice that sinking feeling in his stomach. But he would shake it away every single time because ‘Ladybug. You love Ladybug. Marinette is just a friend. She’s just a friend. You’re both only friends.’
But even he knew deep down that Marinette wasn’t just a friend anymore.
A lifetime of memories. A lifetime of moments with each other — a life time with Harry.
But fate was cruel to them.
Fate had other plans for them.
She can hear the sound of his body hitting the ground and his last words are now ringing in her ears as she clutched their son to her chest, trying not to let out the strangled sob she’s been holding back. James was gone. Her husband, her best friend, her soulmate, was gone.
She knew what was coming. She knew she was next.
But she didn’t care. All that mattered was Harry. Protecting Harry was her priority.
She quickly placed her son in his cot, smiling weakly towards him.
“Mama loves you, Harry. Dada loves you. I promise you’ll be okay. I won’t let anyone hurt you,” She whispered. She could hear him coming up the stairs. She was going to die.
Lily Potter took one last look at her son, before turning towards the banging door. He was here. And she was going to die. But it’s okay. As long as Harry lived. As long as he survived.
