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when we were young and dreamed of glory (Klance Hogwarts AU) by slowklancing (notanannoyingfangirl), sunnyjolras
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
05 Feb 2020
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05 Dec 2024
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He blinked, once, then twice, before diving into a fit of laughter. Finally realizing exactly why Keith and Shiro were sitting around, waiting for him. They wanted to get their dicks wet. He pressed his key fob, locking his car up. “Does waiting around in dark parking lots for boys normally work for you?”
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04 Dec 2024
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“Yeah well, I'm making deals here, Lance. One wish for a soul, to be collected in ten years. I promise my clients privacy and I can't do that when you constantly loit around like a fucking creep.”
“Says the creepy loitering crossroad demon.”
Keith shoots him a deadpan look that turns into exasperation. “How often do I have to tell you this is my workplace!”
“It's a shit workplace.”
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Or: Lance gives unsolicited advice to an irritated crossroad demon. They bond.
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12 Nov 2024
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relax, take it easy by HunkyDory (DullahanShadow) for Hannaadi88
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
18 Feb 2024
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Lance twists a little, the robe loosening with every shift of movement, he picks up a cookie from a plate left on his side table, courtesy of Hunk, Keith guesses. Lance draws the baked good to his mouth and takes a slow, purposeful bite. His gaze never leaves Keith as he lets out a self-contented moan.
“So good,” he mumbles, his mouth curved around the cookie as his dazed blue eyes look at Keith with interest. He chews slowly then breaks off a piece of the cookie, taking a step forward.
“Want some?” He asks, his words were breathy as Keith catches soft sounds bubbling up from Lance’s throat.
“Uh,” Keith glances down at the morsel, a smudge of gooey chocolate (or well, the closest Hunk could find) brushes along Lance’s fingertips. Without overthinking, Keith’s hand whips out and he takes the broken piece of cookie. As their fingers brush, a shiver runs down his spine, he snatches his hand back. He shoves it in his mouth and chews ungraciously.
“Thanks,” he mumbles. Heat draws to his cheeks as Lance slowly retreats his hand, then lifts his fingers to his mouth, pressing his tongue against the smears of chocolate.
“Mhm,” Lance smiles and lowers his hand.
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- Part 4 of Gifts fics
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31 Oct 2024
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Lance is eyeing him like he’s a puzzle, the magenta tinge on his cheek from the setting purple sun reminds Keith of something buried so deep that he’s almost startled at the memory of the smell of gunfire, the hoarseness of Lance’s voice, and the clasping of their hands together. The day Lance woke up from a near death coma to make the shot that saved them from Sendak.
“What do I smell like?” It’s a pointed question, like Lance would love it if Keith could tell him his cologne or his lotion by name, and he could, but he doesn’t. He answers more truthfully.
“Home.” A simple confession, yet all encompassing.
Lance doesn’t stop looking at him, but the corner of his mouth twitches into a smile.
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27 Oct 2024