#writey tag

[lancesexual]

@holtzyrans​ tagged me in a last line meme thing, where you “Post the most recent sentence you’ve written and tag whoever you want!” so here’s mine:

The tricorder thing beeped, and Hunk pulled it away from the water and stood. “If you ever say the word “kinkies” to me again, I’m ending this friendship, and I’m taking the kids with me.”

and ig im tagging @macklemoreover (:

[lancesexual]

How bout Lance is too cute and Shiro and Keith can't handle It? Is that ok for a Drabble?

That’s vague enough that I can basically do whatever I want right,,, bc i made this into a mermaid thing. thanks

The ocean, in all of it’s vast majesty and ever changing nature, could be quite boring on even the better days, living in its depths. Their pod was far enough from the shallows that it was officially a hassle to visit the tide pools on the shore, or people watch from a safe, rocky outcropping, though close enough that the open ocean and its mysteries were far too distant to even think of exploring. Crossing the open, unsheltered blue wasteland between the two worlds was a journey they didn’t make looking for fun. So they had to make do. 

Lance, personally, enjoyed digging through the sand for oysters (for both snacking and looting purposes), hunting small fish, destroying feeding frenzy formations and then being saved from angry dolphins out for his head. His excuse, every time, was that he was a lionfish, and he was meant to disrupt and inconvenience reef life. The truth was that, like each other them, he was just. that. bored. 

Keith and Shiro both sympathized, of course, though they found their entertainment through a very different outlet. One that involved their invasive, venomous little friend. 

The thing about lionfish, or at least their merfolk counterparts, was that their fins generally remained smoothed down and inactive, in order to convenience every day interaction. When spooked, though, the fins and prongs flared out hilariously large, and usually left the mer, Lance specifically, looking absolutely ridiculous. 

Which meant, of course, Keith and Shiro loved causing this reaction, whenever the chance arose. 

This time, it’d been Keith, leaping out from behind a large grouping of coral and screeching at the top of his lungs, sending Lance screaming and puffing up as he darted back, every prong on his body flaring outward until he looked like the unfortunate victim of a harpoon accident. 

“Keith, what the hell!” He yelled, glaring, the expression ineffective due largely to his dozens of fins and puffy red cheeks.

He didn’t answer, too busy laughing at the site his boyfriend made. Shiro wasn’t fairing much better.

“Stop laughing!” He demanded. 

“I can’t!” Keith claimed, still cackling even as he swam up closer, tremendously cautious of the tips of the fins, “Look at how ridiculous you look!” 

“I’m gonna stab you.”

“Guys,” Shiro chuckled, swimming a little closer to push Keith away, so that Lance wouldn’t actually accidentally stab him - though his prongs were already going down, “Come on-”

“You know you were laughing at him, too,” Keith grinned. Lance crossed his arms over his chest and glared. It was adorable. 

“I wasn’t. I was thinking about how cute he looked like that. You know he could stop your heart in less than a minute, right?”

“It’s worth it, though.”

Lance was still glaring, and the sight of him, redfaced and petulant, fins still raised slightly, as if indignant themselves, had Shiro reluctantly, silently agreeing. 

[lancesexual]

May I request Sleepy Lance where he just sits down on the sofas and knocks out, flopping over onto Shiro and Shiro can't, won't, move because moving while someone or something cute on him would just be illegal, thank you!

Training had been brutal enough that Shiro understood the sentiment, he really did, because leader or not he was as tired as the rest of them, and all he wanted to do was keel over and sleep for days. Honestly, he should’ve gone straight to his room to do just that, for a few hours at least, but after training bonding was important, so in the common room he was. 

With Lance, snoring softly, draped across his lap like a satisfied housecat, where he’d fallen only a minute before. 

The poor guy had been run through more drills than any of them today, a product of a not quite innocuous comment during breakfast directed at their princess. All of them could see he was tired. Shiro was honestly surprised he’d even made it to the couch before collapsing in exhaustion. 

Right onto his lap. Not even in a position he could easily move him, without picking Lance up entirely, or shoving him to the floor. Shiro was effectively pinned, unless he wanted to wake him up, and the thought of doing so aroused enough guilt in the Black Paladin that he’d overruled that option quickly. 

“I would settle in, dude,” Hunk laughed, good naturedly. He gestured fondly to his best friend, “He looked like he was gonna be out for, like, a while.”

“He can’t just sleep here,” Shiro said helplessly.

“Are you gonna be the one to wake him up?” Hunk grinned. Damn him, no, Shiro wasn’t. 

He looked back down at his current charge. There were bags under his eyes prominent enough that they surely bothered him, dark enough to make his skin look a little paler around them, his freckles standing out a little more than usual. He looked tired, just like they all did. 

There wasn’t anything to do. Shiro finally resigned himself. He wasn’t going to wake Lance up, and he couldn’t move him without doing just that. He glanced at Hunk, who was watching him with a small, knowing smile, and quickly averted his gaze again. 

He sighed, and settled back against the cushions, letting his head lull against the neck rest and his eyes slide closed. If he was stuck here for a while, he may as well get those few hours he’d wanted in the first place.