Bruh

…i couldn’t resist making this haha

~3300 words. “historical” AU that’s by no means accurate or period-specific (well Newton or the Newton-counterpart has done his thing at least) so please don’t squint so hard. enjoy!! <3

(68) A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”

Katiefinds Lance in a hidden corner of the Castle’s grounds, somewhere between the stablesand the guards’ barracks.

She comes across him by accident, intendingto seclude herself nestled amid the roots of the biggest tree where her mothercan’tfind her and scold her for reading rather than socializing - “We came to the capital to see you makefriends and connections, not spend all your time in the library with the books!”- but Lance, of course, must disturb herpeace and thwart her plans.

It doesn’t bother her as much as it once did.

Lance: Soon you both are gonna have a baby brother. So all in all that’s 3 baby boys to take care of.

Son: No, that’s four

Lance: Four?? Where’s the four?

Son: *points* You

Lance: ….

Lance: You have a point.

Bonus

Pidge:

Kisses that meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing

~*~

“Not again.”

Pidge’s eyes closed at the impact of the light, letting out a grimace.

“Turn it off, Lance” she growled at the owner of that voice that had interrupted her work process.

Between the threshold of the door, was her boyfriend, whose tired eyes examined her. He wore a shark pajama pants that she had given him the first Christmas when they started dating. 4 Christmases has passed.

“This is the third time this week, Pidge,” he replied, rubbing his eyes with his hand. “It’s 3:00 am…”

“Well… the work will not be done alone” she snorted, turning her chair back to her desk. Tools and plans and cables all splattered across the table.

She could have sworn all of it looked like it had eyes, and were watching her curiously, asking if they would go back to work.

She really needed a break.

Pidge cupped her face with her hands and took a deep breath. She heard Lance’s footsteps approaching her. Pidge took off her glasses, which were not clean. But her attention went back to her boyfriend.

She knew that Lance had just lain on her desk, even when he knew she did not like it. Pidge also knew that Lance was watching her, with that look of disapproval when it came to this, like a worried mother. She understood him, she sneaked out from their bed again… she barely slept this week. But she was tired to hold a lecture right now.

By the way… where is the microfiber cloth?

She always lost the lens cloth… but really? She just bought the microfiber cloth a week ago. She searched her entire table, and there was no trace of that piece.

Plans, cables, papers, tools…

“Here.”

When she looked up she found those blue eyes looking back at her… it was like entering the sea… floating on the calm waters.

His hand was holding the microfiber cloth she was looking for.

“Thanks…” Pidge said, taking it and then began to clean her second pair of eyes. When it was finally finished, she put them on. She blinked three times before turning her gaze to the model she was trying to finish, and yet it had become so complicated.

Ignoring Lance completely, Pidge went to work.

She was aware of his presence, taking a glimpse with the corner of her eyes. Not a minute passed when she noticed him leaning toward her. It did not take her long to discover what his intentions were. She knew it when she felt the pressure of his lips against her hair. And then she felt that slight caress on her forehead, then a trace of soft kisses on her cheeks, another kiss on her nose…

“If you’re trying to distract me with kisses so I would stop doing what I’m doing—”

Pidge closed her eyes when he began his kissing tour on her neck. “Is it working?” he purred, licking her clavicle and Pidge had to keep her hands still, and push away the urge to touch him when he returned to her neck and gave her a long kiss there, his tongue sending chills all over her body.

Her mouth curved into a smile, Lance’s breathing tickling against her skin. “No.”

Lance gave a hoarse laugh. “I guess I’ll have to try harder.” His lips went to her cheeks, where he tenderly and gently left three kisses on each one.

“Your breath stinks.”

Lance stopped doing what he was doing and frowning, he glared at her. “Why do you have the need to ruin romantic moments?”

Pidge shrugged. “I’m just telling the truth.”

Lance rolled his eyes. “Because yours smells so good, right?”

“That’s n–”

Lance’s hands landed on her cheeks and pushed her towards him, joining his lips with hers … taking away any protest that would emerge from her lips.

It was sweet but deep. Soft, but intense. She felt alive… hot. Filled with an energy that she did not know she still possessed. Not after so many hours of work.

Lance stroked in circles on her head, just below the lobe, with every intention of raising the temperature. She loved that. It was her weak point. He knew that too.

Butterflies in your stomach? Damn… it was a zoo.

Lance bit her lower lip and invaded her mouth again. His tongue leaving a tingling in its wake, tingling that connected with something between her legs.

Her boyfriend kissed so absolutely good… so delicious. It drives her crazy. And if he continued like that, she did not mind making room on her desk to end that storm of passion. It would not be the first time they had done that, either.

And he would take her, run his hands over her tiny body, squeeze her butt, kiss her neck, adore her lips, lick her—

Then he stopped.

“Why did you stop?” Pidge complained, suddenly opening her eyes and trying to recompose her breath.

A grin appeared on his face. “You said my breath stinks.”

Pidge crossed her arms. “You are a pain in the ass and an idiot, you knew that?”

“You love me” he winked and straightened, leaving a kiss on her forehead before walking to the door. Pidge followed him with her eyes, completely perplexed, with the heat in red adorning her cheeks. She could not help looking at Lance’s ass, quite round and juicy in those pants. Her boyfriend turned and caught her checking him out, his smile widened. “Kiss session part two will wait for you on bed, muñeca.”

Pidge bit her lip. “Will you wash your teeth?”

Lance laugh could have woken up the neighbors. “Yes.”

"Sounds tempting then…” she purred, “but you are going to pay for what you did right now. Stopping suddenly like that.”

She could swear that Lance’s gaze became predatory and savage. "I can’t wait to face the consequences.”

And with that said, he turned around and left the room.

She listened to the bathroom sink and knew that Lance was brushing his teeth. Wasting no time, Pidge got up, took a mint from the drawer and chewed it, turned off the light on her desk and the room, and went to their room.

Her hamster Timo, slept peacefully when words, screams and moans were heard all over the apartment. And Pidge could only think of the way Lance made love to her…

this was supposed to be short and sweet but now it’s ~3800 words and angsty it ends happy so i dunno what to say anymore except i hope you enjoy!! (and hope you don’t mind that the prompt is…more of an afterthought than anything ;_;)

this is also a sequel to my previous piklavar fic, but you don’t have to have read that one (or its followup) to understand this one

(53) Against a wall kiss

Therush of energy that fills Meklavar through a fight is slow to leave her. Whilethe lone orc limps away, regretting challenging a dwarf, her fists clench,muscles tensing anew.

She’s itching for another enemy to fight.

Instead she finds Pike.

“Meklavar!” he says, sprinting upto her with his scarf streaming behind him. His tail twitches, the only obvioussign that he’s agitated. “What happened?” He skids to a silent stop -really, if he isn’t so talkative hemight actually be a decent “ninja assassin”, whatever that means -before her, grabbing her chin without her permission and tilting her face.

Her skin burns where he touches her, andfrom his warm breath. “You're—”

“It’s nothing,” she reassureshim, pulling herself from his grip and stepping away. Her heart pounds, andshe’s not sure it’s just the thrill from a hard-won fight anymore, not when herlimbs tremble and her lungs ache for air.

Pike’s eyes narrow right before he unwindsthe scarf from around his neck and dabs at something on her cheek.

Oh. She forgot the orc cut her with hisclaws.

“Who hurt you?” Pike wonders,something hard in his gaze as he wipes the blood off her face.

Meklavar scowls. “Some orc who thoughthe could pick on me because I’m half his size.” She pats the pouch hangingfrom her belt, reassuring herself that itis still there. “And maybe because of—”

“Shh!” Pike cuts her off with ahand over her mouth, his ears swiveling around while his eyes stay on her face.“Do you want any potentialthieves to hear you?”

“Thieves like you?” Meklavarretorts without much bite when Pike removes his hand. She sighs, her shouldersslumping; the energy is finally starting to leave her, weariness and a sting onher cheek and the ache of bruises replacing it.

She knows Pike’s worried when he doesn’treply like usual - “I’m not a thief;I’m a ninja assassin!” - so she grabs his wrist, freezing hisattention to her face, and says, “It’s just a cut, Pike.”

“It could get infected,” hechides her. He reaches for the canteen at his belt, upending it on his scarf,and wipes her cheek with the newly soaked fabric. “You never know what anorc has in his claws, and you’re stillbleeding.”

Meklavar barely notices it anymore, notwhile a new energy floods her. Her spine stiffens, and it’s hard to breathewith Pike standing so close and being so…gentle.

Sometimes he confuses her, when he’s likethis, attentive and almost tender, or when he simply doesn’t rob her of her recovered family heirloomand leave to do with it whatever it is “ninja assassins” do withstolen artifacts. She’s still wary of him - it would be foolish not to be - andsleeps with her fingers curled around the Jewel, but like most dwarfs shesleeps as deeply as a hibernating bear.

It would be a simple matter for Pike to pryher fingers apart and slide the Jewel from her grip while she slumbers, buthe…doesn’t.

“You have that weird look in your eyesagain,” Pike observes, his voice low.

Meklavar suppresses a shiver, worrying alip between her teeth as he steps away from her and winds the now bloodiedscarf around his upper arm. “What look?” she asks.

“That…‘thinking way too hard aboutsomething’ look,” he explains. He pokes her in the nose - her eyes crossto keep his fingertip in view - and adds, “You look like you have a question, Meklavar.” He smirks andthrows an arm around her shoulders, tugging her towards the village lying intheir path.

“Fine,” Meklavar says, rollingher eyes. “I’ll bite: why are you so worried about a cut?”

“Because I don’t want you to wind upwith a scar on your pretty face?” Pike suggests, pointing to the oneslicing through his eye. When Meklavar raises a skeptical eyebrow - althoughshe can’t help the absurdly pleasedflush that fills her at the word “pretty” - he laughs and amends,“What? Do you want us tomatch?”

She snorts. “I think it would take a little more than a facial scar for us tomatch,” she teases, reaching up to run a finger along the tip of his ear.

She doesn’t expect him to freeze, his eyeswidening and his posture stiffening.

Meklavar’s eyes widen, and she withdrawsher hand and steps out of the fold of his arm. “I’m sorry! I didn’tthink—”

“It’s fine,” Pike says,scratching at his ear where she just touched it. She thinks he might be blushing,but it’s hard to tell with his complexion and his cheek markings. “I’m alittle…sensitive there.”

Meklavar files that information away forlater; one never knows what might prove useful…

***

I compiled some prompt lists I found to form a list of 76 kiss prompts. Send in a number and a character and one of us shall write a one shot based on it. 

“Good morning” kiss

Kiss on the forehead 

Drunk/sloppy kiss

Awkward kiss 

Angry kiss 

“I’m sorry” kiss 

“I’ve missed you” kiss 

Seductive kiss

“War’s End” kiss 

“Goodbye” kiss

“I almost lost you” kiss

Kiss on the nose 

Kiss on the ear

Kiss on the neck

Kiss on the back 

New Year’s kiss

Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys

“I do” kiss 

Shy kiss 

Surprised kiss 

Kiss on a dare 

Sad kiss 

Exhausted parents kiss 

Kiss of life 

Kiss inspired by a song

Jealous kiss

Giggly kiss

First kiss 

Last kiss 

Kiss under a full moon

Kiss at dusk 

Kiss at dawn

Kiss in a dream 

Returned from the dead kiss 

Themed kisses

“We can never be together” kiss 

It’s-the-end-of-the-world kiss

Awkward teenage crush kiss

Spin the bottle kiss

Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss

Forbidden kiss

Sated kiss

Soft kiss

Tender kiss

Passionate kiss

Long kiss

Quick kiss

Morning kiss

Before Bed kiss

In Secret kiss

Public kiss

Accidentally Witnessed kiss

Against a wall kiss

Against a Locker kiss

True Love kiss

Caught off-guard kiss

Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths

Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed

Kissing So Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves Into The Other Person’s 

Throwing Their Arms Around The Other Person, Holding Them Close While They Kiss

Hands On The Other Person’s Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top, Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip Of Bare Skin That Make Them Break The Kiss With A Gasp

Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing

Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward 

One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other 

Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In

When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”

Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck

Starting With A Kiss Meant To Be Gentle, Ending Up In Passion

A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss

When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead 

Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Do Wn And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes 

Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap 

Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing 

75: Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing

Thank you for the prompt! This is short but I hope you like it~ <3

It had become pretty common for Pidge to sit on Lance’s lap as she worked. Of course there were exceptions, like, she wouldn’t if she was working on some technology that was dangerous or if she had to move around a lot. But if all she was doing was some coding on a computer, then it was routine. And Lance seemed content with it. He would hold her with his head resting on her shoulder and rub slow circles on the side of her waist while either staring at what she was typing or staring at her with a dopey grin. Just like he was doing now.

“Hey, Pidge?” Lance said quietly.

“Yes?”.

He kissed her cheek. “I love you.”.

“I love you too.” She replied with a smile.

Pidge thought that was it but he began kissing her cheek more and more and then her temple and then he attempted to kiss her nose. She giggled. “Lance, what are you doing?”.

“Kissing you.”. He kissed her cheek again.

Pidge rolled her eyes. “Obviously.”. One of his hands came up and tilted her face towards his and he gave her a proper kiss on the nose which made her giggle again. “I have to get this code finished.”.

He kissed her forehead. “I know.”.

“It’s important and needs to be done today.”.

He kissed her other cheek. “I know.”.

“So…”.

Lance peppered her cheeks with light kisses. “It can wait five minutes.”.

“Just five minutes?”.

“Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,” He kissed the tip of her nose, “However many minutes you want.”. He continued to kiss every inch of her face.

Pidge’s smile widened. “I’m getting the feeling that you’re trying to distract me.”.

Lance stopped momentarily to bat his eyelashes at her. “Is it working?”.

She reached up and cupped his cheek. “Yup.” She said before kissing him on the lips.

The last thing Matt had said to her was “make sure the others are safe” before being lost forever to the gun of a Galra Soldier. Pidge was the last one to hear the news of Matt’s death. He had been announced missing but it didn’t discourage her. On the cold morning of November 13th, Pidge began her daily schedule, only to pause at the sound of her mother’s tears.

“How are we going to tell Katie?” She cried.

Pidge was intrigued. She knew they weren’t telling her something that was very important. With a trembling heart, Pidge made her way to the living room.

“Mom? Dad? What’s wrong? Any news on Matt?” She asked.

That only drove her mother into a more hysterical frenzy. She cried harder and her whole body shook. Sam Holt sighed and gingerly guided Pidge to the couch.

“Katie. Last night, a Garrison Cadet was scanning an area for any Galra sentries when she found Matt. He was barely alive. She got him to the hospital, but it was too late. Matt lost too much blood. He’s gone, Katie. Matt’s dead.”

Time seemed to slow down. All of sudden, the bright yellow sun had dimmed to a dull gray. Her vision blurred and she felt like she was drowing. Those words didn’t make sense. Dead? That’s impossible. Matt is alive and getting treatment. He’ll be back tomorrow with his new space girlfriend doing God knows what in his room. Strangely enough, Pidge began to laugh.

“That was a good one Dad!” She wheezed.

Sam eyed his daughter, growing concerned. “Pidge-”

Pidge suddenly stopped chuckling and glowered at him. “Matt isn’t dead. Stop telling me that.”

“But Katie, Matt was killed. A Galra gunman fired at his abdomen. He died the week after.” Sam tried to correct her.

Pidge’s eyes became glossy. “Stop! Matt isn’t dead! Leave me alone!”

Pidge turned and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She sunk onto the floor with her face buried in her knees. Colleen brought her pancakes that were sort of burnt for breakfast and a cup of Green Tea. Pidge reluctantly took the plate and nibbled at the sticky food. She only ate a 1/3 of it. She didn’t eat the entire day.

***

The funeral wasn’t like she’d thought it would be. Her mother, who had been had been grieving all week, was stoic and poise. Watching Matt lay in a casket was unreal. His still body and gentle face were plastic. Pidge begged to stay at home, but her mother had been strict. After his burial, Pidge forced her parents back into the car that had driven them to the cemetery so she could get home and grieve.

///

“Why,” She raged. “Why out of all people in this godforsaken war did it have to be him?!” Pidge threw a torn stuffed animal against her closest door. She gasped soon after.

“I’m sorry Einstein. You should be comfort, not a throwing object.” She whispered.

She clutched the torn puppy to her chest, considerate of the rip in it’s chest. She pushed herself to go ask how her Mom and Dad were doing. Oh wait, they were at therapy. She didn’t want to go today, so she stayed home. Pidge wandered to her brother’s room as she didn’t dare step in it. There was a sign. She looked around. His Nikola Tesla poster still hung on his closet door. Those stupid and childish space covers sat idly with no one underneath them. His laptop was charging on his desk. All of the clothes he owned were strewn across the floor. As her eyes glanced over every part of his room, a paper on his bed caught her eye. Pidge tiptoed into the room, stepping over any week-old foods he had left behind. The paper was a letter. Addressed to her.

Dear Katie,

This war is making us spend less and less time together. I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the end. If I don’t, I want you to read this. Seriously no skimming! Haha, I never told you about my girlfriend. Her name is Sage. Sage is from Olkarion and was found on this planet me and my team had rescued. She volunteered to help and just like that we fell in love. Sage is super smart. I think you’ll like her a lot. Sage and I have been going out for a year now and she told me whatever happens, she’ll still love me. I love her. I can’t tell her because she’s spreading the word about Voltron in the Midwest. Make sure to tell the Princess that Matt the Hero sends his undying love. Back to seriousness. I’m sorry. Sorry for not being more supportive. I’m sorry. I love you, Pidge. With all my heart. Ti amo, Katie. Gramma taught me that.

Love your Space Weeb brother, Matt

Pidge collasped. She clutched his letter tight to her. Her body was wracked with sobs. He doubted himself?! What the hell?! He shouldn’t be sorry, she should! She never tried hard enough. Someone knocked. Pidge stood up and brushed her hot tears from her cheeks and opened the door. It was Lance.

“Hi, Lance. What do you need?” She asked in false annoyance.

He thought about lying, but that wasn’t why he was here. “To check in on you.”

Pidge shrugged. “For what.”

“About… Matt.”

That’s it. That’s all it took. She fell into his arms and began to sob. They sunk to the floor while he held her in his arms.

“It’s okay, Pidge. I’m here.” He cooed while petting her slightly longer hair.

Pidge’s glossy hazel eyes stared at his shiny cobalt ones. “Thank you.”

Lance blushed. “I care about you, Pidge. So you shouldn’t be thanking me.”

Pidge melted. “It’s okay if I do this then?”

Lance cocked an eyebrow. “Do wha-mmph!”

She pressed her lips against his. She didn’t know what happened.

“Lance, what do I do after I stop grieving? Will I forget Matt?” Pidge mumbled.

Lance chuckled. He pressed his forehead against hers. “What are you talking about, Pidge? Angels never die. They’ll always be in here.” He pointed to her heart.

Pidge kept his hand close to his chest. She never let go.

:/

I saw a post recently saying that Plance can also be called tea (I re blogged it, so you should be able to find it)

So let me just say this….

Guys you don’t understand, I did research at midnight last night to properlay match the character to the creature they shift into. This isn’t healthy—— but I mean I did stay up until seven in the morning watching bnha after so like- my judgement is questionable-

For now I’m going to call it Shifters AU because I’m not creative. You’ll see why thar isn’t a creative name in a minute. Yea, let me get to telling you about it!

Ok, so in this au, everyone is on earth. But like- it’s not the earth we know. This is 25th century earth in a different universe than our own. Magic exists in this world too. That will be important for a later topic. And, basically, what’s the easiest way to explain this? Uhm? Think of it like everyone is an anamagus (ya know- like in Harry Potter), they can shift into one animal at will with very little to no pain. But you don’t have to go through the whole becoming an anamagus thing like in HP.

By around the age of five, the child will have developed their animal counterpart and can now start learning how to shift. However, not everyone is born with an animal. Some go to wizards to help them obtain that animal and other just don’t care enough. But the majority of the population has an inner animal.

Werewolves exist in this world too, but not in the traditional sense. If you are born with a wolf as your inner animal you have a 1 in 2000 chance of being a “werewolf.” If you are unlucky enough to be that 1, then every month on the full moon, the moon will take you over, forcing you to shift against your will. And it hurts. It’s one of the most painful things in the world. If you are five years old and are a werewolf, your first shift takes place that next full moon. Unfortunately that’s the only way to know if you will be a werewolf. Young children don’t feel as much pain when the transform on full moons as their bones are not set in place yet so they are easily moved.

The person will loose their mind to the wolf on the full moon, forgetting completely about who they are or who thay know. They become bloodthirsty beasts and must be locked up on the moon. Because of this, the world has built a sort of prejudice against them, labeling them as disgusting dark creatures who are less than human. When it is not a full moon, a werewolf can shift whenever they like without losing their mind to the moon.

However, other large shifters who are not traditionally prey animals can keep the werewolf at bay. Shifters such as large dogs, big cats or normal wolves can accompany the werewolf in question during their shift so they won’t hurt themselves too much. However, many do not even dare.

NOW LETS TALK A BIT ABOUT HOW OUR KIDS FIT INTO THESE ROLES!!

SHIRO

Shiro shifts into a panther, a powerful and protective animal. Like the animal, Shiro is tough when he needs to be, but also very parental. He is the guiding voice to his friends and often a comforting shoulder to lean on.

KEITH

Keith’s animal is perhaps both surprising and also not at all. Keith, when transformed, takes the form of a white-tailed deer. Difficult to predict and often shying away from others in fear of getting hurt, it’s no surprise this is the form he takes.

HUNK

Hunk takes the form of a meerkat when transformed. Much like these endearing little creatures, Hunk forms strong bonds with the people he cares about and, though he is often terrified, would protect them with his life.

LANCE

The animal Lance shifts into happens to be a German Shepherd! Similar to this canine, lance is fiercely loyal, curious, and alert. He is also very energetic.

PIDGE

Pidge, happens to shift into a red wolf and, unfortunate for her, is one of the unlucky few werewolves in the world. Much like the red wolf, she tends to be a bit timid, generally untrusting of people due to possible preconceived assumptions about werewolves. But, like the wolf, she’s very friendly and intelligent.

ALLURA

A snowy owl is the animal Allura transforms into. Like this regal bird, Allura is usually mild tempered, but don’t get on her bad side. Really. Don’t. She will defend herself and her friends relentlessly.

MATT