First January snow, walking from one suburb to another along the highway. Bundled a little too much at first, peeling layers one by one, and a tree takes the opportunity to drop a snowball on my freshly exposed neck.

Almost forgot this one. 

Part of the 200-500 series. It’s like, super silly, and like so random and maybe not even good, but it made me laugh, and smile so....maybe it will make you smile too?? Idk. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

It’s the smile that does it for Lance.

The brunet yelps loudly, successfully catching the eye of everyone around the room, and smacks his own hand hard against his chest.

“Ah, be still my heart!” Lance exclaims, using his free hand to point directly at Keith, whose smile turns into a curious frown at the brunet’s words, “I know it’s too much beauty to bear but we must be strong.”

That earns him a few chuckles and fond rolls of eyes from the rest of the team but it only makes Keith to blinks owlishly at him, lips turning into a confused pout.

“Lance, what –?”

“Ah, Hunk! Hunk, my buddy, my best buddy in the entire galaxy.” Lance shouts, throwing himself on top of Hunk, the older teen chuckling as he holds Lance up by the armpits, “I’m catching the feels. There is no going back now.”

“Oh no, not the feels! Lance, my dear poor bro, not the feels!” Hunk plays along with a wide grin, shrugging his shoulders as best as he can before pushing Lance up.

“Yes! Yes, Hunk, exactly! The feels!”

“What…” Keith starts, eyeing his boyfriend carefully before looking at everyone in the room, “What are…the feels?”

“He doesn’t know what the feels are.” Lance whispers, gasping dramatically on Allura’s ear, making the Princess to roll her eyes at him playfully and pushing his face away from hers.

“Now, now, someone has to correct that, right?” She says, eyes going back to her tablet but smirk right on place.

Shiro shakes with laughter from his seat on the couch, holding his stomach as a few tears fall from his eyes.

“The –Hah –the feels.” He breaths out, “Damn , dude, that’s unfortunate.”

“I know!” Lance whines and flops himself over Pidge this time, chin resting on her head, “Pidgey, you are a know-it-all, is there a cure for the feels?”

Pidge hums. “Yeah, it’s called dying.”

That makes now both Shiro and Hunk to go into another fit of laughter.

“Guys.” Keith groans, “What are you talking about –“

“This, Keith!” Lance shouts, throwing himself on the startled teen and cupping his cheeks, “This face right here. It’s beauty itself! I thought I had seen every star out there but the ones in your eyes have proven me wrong!”

Allura and Hunk both coo at the words behind him but Lance’s smile only grows when Keith’s cheeks turn red.

“Wha – Lance!” Keith yelps, blush raging on but Lance is pleased to see the smile creeping over his boyfriend’s lips, “Stop!”

“There it is again, guys!” He shouts giddy, chuckling warmly as he leans down and drops a chaste kiss on the corner of Keith’s mouth, “Gah, the feels inside me every time I see this smile, I swear.”

“Stop that, you dork.” Keith groans, squirming away from his boyfriends hold on his face, but his smile stays in place, “God, you’re so embarrassing.”

“Rightfully so, amor!” Lance shrugs, smirking down at his sudden shy boyfriend and moving his hands to rest on Keith’s waist, “Man, aren’t I the luckiest man in the world? I mean, look at that bright adorable smile.”

Keith snorts, a small laugh escaping his lips as he covers half of his face with his free hand, the other rest on Lance’s chest. “Psh, stop, oh my god.”

“Never!”

Okay, alright, okay. 

It was on SHUFFLE and in my defesnse, yes, ofc I listen to spanish music?????? I mean???? Duh???? 

So yeah! Spanish lesson! DOES THE TRANSLATION IN ENGLISH MAKE SENSE? OR ARE ACCURATE? ...UH, WELL YES, BC I MADE THEM??? But do have in mind that the original lyrics are in spanish, so duh, the english part is a trying to fit the spanish ones and not the other way arround? meh. you get the message of what they are saying.

Also, Keith is amazing in spanish and you can take that away from me WHEN YOU KILL ME OK.  He just wanted Lance company, don’t sue the poor pining boy. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t  belong to me. (: 

Keith’s half way through Pidge’s message about the newest conspiracy she discovered when he crashes into someone and his cellphone falls from his hands.

Keith’s angry scowls fades as soon as he meets Lance’s bright blue eyes.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Keith!” Lance apologies quickly, crouching to pick up Keith’s phone before handled it back to him, “You okay? I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going –”

Keith chuckles, shaking his head and waving the brunet’s apologies off. “It’s fine, Lance. I mean, I was looking for you, actually, so it’s okay.”

Lance’s eyes widen in surprise at the words before a smug smirk takes over his face. “Oh? And how can I be of service, Sir Mullet?”

The black haired man rolls his eyes good heartily before he answers. “Well, Sir McLoser, I was wondering if you could help me with my spanish homework?”

“Asking the cuban boy with spanish lessons, huh?”

Keith scoffs. “Oh, hush. Says the one who begged me to teach him Korean to impressed the exchanged student from last year.”

Lance mockingly gasp and presses a hand over his chest. “Nyma was special, Keith!”

Keith limits himself to laugh. “Lance, please, come on! I will buy you something afterwards.”

“A movie with caramel popcorn!” Was the immediate answer and Keith is quick to agree.

Two hours. It takes them two hours to go through Keith’s homework between laughs, teasing and playful shoving. They are on the last two sections before Lance breaks the silence.

“Hey, Keith? Wanna practice your spanish out loud?” Keith blinks confused before he nods with a shrug, “Okay, we are going to translate to see how good your hearing is, alright? I will do english and you do spanish, ready?” Another nod and Lance gulps, as if nervous.

“Okay, here goes before I lose my courage.” Keith frowns confused at the words but sends an a smile towards the brunet to encourage him.

It helps. Lance takes a deep breath before he speaks up.

“Today I opened the heart’s door once again,” Lance starts slowly, eyes never leaving Keith’s and it takes a few seconds for Keith to process the words before he talks back.

“Hoy volví abrir la puerta del corazón.”

“And that’s how we arrived,” Lance recites, almost as if he had memorized it, “We looked at each other, we got lost.”

“Y es así que llegamos, que nos miramos, que nos perdimos.”

Lance pauses, takes a few seconds to himself and then continues. “It was a kiss passing, from mouth to mouth, and now it’s my turn.”

“Fue un beso pasando, de boca en boca, y ahora me toca.” Keith hums, pleased with himself before he takes a sharp breath at the words fill his head and his mind goes back to a few weekends back.

He stares wide eyed at Lance, wondering if he was implying something about their drunken kiss at Allura’s party. His heart beats, every sound around him fades and there’s only Lance’s voice left.

Lance takes in Keith’s reaction and continues when he doesn’t leave.

“And that’s how you arrived.” Lance breaths out, eyes still on Keith, waiting patiently, “You arrived.”

“Y es así que llegaste.” Keith whispers in awe, heart on his throat, “Llegaste tu.”

Lance stays silent, waiting for Keith’s response and he chuckles when Keith jumps in surprise. He opens his mouth before closing it, repeating the action a few times before he groans frustrated and pushes himself forward, cupping Lance’s cheeks carefully and shyly.

“No se que quiere el destino,” Keith whispers, low and huskily, “Pero yo quiero estar contigo.”

Lance sucks in a breath before he grins.

“I don’t know what destiny wants,” He translates softly, “But I wanna be with you.”