Foxberryblue

The Danseur and The Masseur | FoxberryBlue | AO3 E | Hance | VLD

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron) Additional Tags: Altean Shiro (Voltron), Galra Keith (Voltron), Kissing, Fluff, Dating, Flowers, Cute, Sweet, Established Relationship Summary:

After weeks of talking about it, Shiro finally takes Keith to see the Altean flower garden.

@foxberryblue asked if I could post the sketches I made of her ocs so here they are! 

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI - Part VII - Part VIII - Part IX - Part X - Part XI - Part XII - Part XIII (Final)

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Marco leaned forward and brushed his lips over Jean’s mid-sigh. Seeing his eyes so close, their faces barely a breath apart, sent a shiver down his spine. He bucked his hips at the thought that he’d wanted this, not just the sex but the intimacy, the laughter, the kissing. He gave in to his desires and brought his lips back against Jean’s, gasping between rolls of his hips.

His legs felt like they were on fire, nerves tingling up and down his body from where Jean touched him to where their lips met to where Jean’s dick thrust up into him again and again. His hands wandered to Jean’s shoulders, struggling to hold himself up and lean forward and keep touching as much as he was able. He didn’t want to lose that feeling of all of him, of the warmth when their bodies met.

This is my gift for @voltic-mayhem for the @voltron-ss!

Pairing: Shklance [Shiro/Keith/Lance]

Summary:

Working in the Christmas period has worn Lance down to the point he can’t remember whether he’s taken his suppressants. Not only does he have to deal with the exhaustion when he gets home but his two frustratingly attractive housemates that seem content to flaunt themselves over the living room couch.

Excerpt:

If it weren’t for the exhaustion, Lance might have squeaked, made some kind of sound across his already weary vocal cords, but he stood still, staring back completely wordless. It took a moment for him to come back into himself and when he did, he forced a smile and trudged on past the two of them. Refusing to look at them any longer might make the growing ache in his chest go away. There was only so long he could look at them like that without feeling more alone for the holiday season.

Word count: 5k | Rating: G | Complete

Summary: It’s Christmas time at Hogwarts, and instead of staying in the library all weekend to finish their potions project, Jean and Marco decide to spend the day together in Hogsmeade, surrounded by snow, sweets, and sparkling magic.

My gift for mamaarachne from this year’s @jmgiftexchange! I loved to work with this prompt, and almost cried from happiness when I first read it. :’D I hope you’ll enjoy it!! <3

The library lay in silence, wrapping around the hushed whispers trailing between the shelves. A few Christmas bells jingled in the distance, mixing with the quiet of ink drying into parchment, and the sound books made while being read.

Jean yawned and scratched his chin, eyes staring at the page he had open but unable to focus on the text. It was afternoon on a Saturday in December, and he and his project partner had been sitting there for hours trying to finish their potions homework. Some other students were scattered around as well, but most of them were the younger kids not yet allowed to visit Hogsmeade anyway, so it wasn’t like they missed anything. Or, Jean corrected himself, at least nothing that couldn’t be done another day.

Finally, Jean threw the quill to the table with a frustrated sigh. ‘This sucks!’ he said, glaring hard at the book and parchments in front of him. His notes were a mess and just the thought of deciphering them later made him groan.

Marco glanced up from his own pages without saying anything, but his expression was tired. Jean wasn’t sure if it was because of the homework or Jean complaining – or both. Probably both.

A bingo board exchange gift for Reba based on a handful of her favourite kinks.

Pairing: Shklance [Shiro/Keith/Lance]

Summary:

They’ve had this planned since the first night Shiro had spoken about his scars. Blemishes on his skin he had called them, permanent reminders of the horrors in his past. He tried to hide them, covering the parts of his body that were the worst affected. They were light marks of raised skin or the hints of deeper gashes, still just the slightest tint of red. They make no difference to Lance or Keith, and they’re determined to show him that.

Excerpt:

Lance takes the brush from his bowl, chocolate thickly dripping off the tip. “Every time I number one, right?” he asks with a sly glance at Keith. It can never hurt to check and Lance has been nothing but devoted to Keith’s idea. It’s mere seconds before Keith smiles back and nods. On his cue, Lance starts to write over a scar on Shiro’s shoulder. “One.”

The cold touch of chocolate on his skin makes Shiro’s jolt. He likely didn’t expect that, nor would he have expected their counting. Keith knows it signals a hint of their intentions, but he enjoys the expressions that cross Shiro’s face. He’s already loving and hating where this is going from what Keith can tell.

This fic is based on the original Masseur AU twitter thread that I started just over a month ago. It was only meant to be one entertaining scene full of innuendo based on one of my own experiences but it turned into so much more.

Pairing: Hance [Hunk/Lance]

Summary:

Stressed out from his first week with a new ballet company, Lance books a massage and finds himself smitten by the masseur, Hunk.

Excerpt:

Lance nervously takes a seat on the table and fiddles with his hands in his lap. The sheets look so pristine and fresh in their array of folds around his knees. “I need whatever is going to relax me.” So far, Lance only feels more and more tense as he watches Hunk move silently from cabinet to cabinet to get things ready.

“The full package?” Hunk replies at first without looking Lance’s way. He’s already deep into the cupboard, humming as he pulls out a few things here and there, and when he seems satisfied he turns to wait an answer. He clasps his big hands before his stomach with such a patient look on his face, fingers moving and pressing into his own skin as if getting ready.

Lance has no idea what he means and nods slowly. His face might be blushing already. It certainly feels warmer just thinking about all the things a full package could mean. Thankfully Hunk doesn’t seem to notice, not even when Lance’s eyes dart south. His attention seems to be moving around the room.