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@mizulekitten “What is this”, “Why are we touching” OH MY GOD THESE ARE KILLING ME ASKDJSKL

It’s a fic I’m working on. XD Here’s a snippet for you: 

“PREGNANT!” Hunk cried as he jumped from his chair.  “So, wait you mean we’re going to have a litter of teleporting space wolf pups running around?”

“Most likely,” Coran stated with his hands tucked behind his back.  “From the best I can tell Kosmo will be giving birth in the next few days if all goes well.”

Kosmo yawned as Keith stroked his ears.  Once they had realized the situation, Keith had gathered teh paladins, Shiro and Matt in his room to tell them the news.  He couldn’t blame them for their shocked expressions.  Frankly, he was still grasping to process it.

“Wait, wait,” Lance said as he held up his hand, “I’m no science expert, but last I checked Kosmo was a boy.  How could he be pregnant?”

Keith cleared his throat.  “Well...he’s usually a boy.”

He felt all eyes locked on to him instantly.

“Usually?” Shiro asked with a raised eyebrow.

Keith ran his fingers through Kosmo’s fur.  “Mom and I discovered that around every fourth teleport, Kosmo changes into a female wolf until he teleports away again.”

Hunk’s jaw dropped as he slapped his knee.  “Why did you never mention this before?”

“I found out after the first year on the space whale,” Keith said with a blush.  “I..kind of just forgot.”

“That’s a big thing to forget!”

Pidge opened and then shut her mouth as she grasped her chin.  “So..what?  Does Kosmo trade places with a female version of himself to where he teleports to?  But that wouldn’t explain why he acts the same as a female.  Or maybe-”

Ha! You might have hit the nail on the head. I love domestic AUs but I can’t say that I particularly enjoy the domesticity in my actual life. 

I want my ships to have the domestic bliss, I wish I had. Or maybe I am trying to share and illustrate the beautiful moments of domesticity to remind myself they exist? 

9. Tattoos i want: there’s a lot haha but I think the first one I’m gonna get is a small rose on my ankle for my cat who recently passed, Rose. Probably black and white bc good tattoos are priceyyy but I’d want to get it filled in with color later.

16. Favorite movie: There’s a lot, but currently, Thor: Ragnarok

For @mizulekitten!

I hope you enjoy this fic from me for the Keitor Exchange 2018!

Summary: Lotor gets roped into doing some grunt work for the Voltron Coalition, and awkwardly develops a crush on Keith in the process

Tags: Fluff, Humor (mostly humor)

One more week! One more week! Wooo! Find the post -> HERE <- Woooo~

Lance watched Kolivan with a keen eye. Everything had to be perfect, absolutely perfect. It’s why Lance had taken over their costumes; there was no way anyone would top their couple outfit! It’s also why Lance was making Kolivan hang up the decorations now. He had done the costumes, so Kolivan had to do the decorations.

If he spent a few moments checking Kolivan out as he hung things up then... no one had to know.

“Are you sure all of these are necessary?” Kolivan asked as he hung up another stream of paper bats they had bought a few hours prior.

“Koli, honey, love of my life,” Lance moved closer as he talked, giving Kolivan a chaste kiss on the lips before answering, “yes.” He moved back, gesturing around their decorated living room, “Since we’re hosting the party that means we have to go all out. If we don’t then that means we’ve failed, and I refuse to let Keith’s party last year seem even remotely better than ours.”

Kolivan watched Lance gesture around the space with a fond smile. “If I recall, we were the ones that decorated his apartment, and the year before that we decorated Pidge and Matt’s, and the year before that Shiro’s-”

“Sh!” Lance whirled on Kolivan, a finger to his lips. “Those are unimportant details. We still have to beat them, so get back to decorating, Mister. I didn’t hire you to stand around and look pretty.”

Kolivan couldn’t help but snort at that. “I don’t remember signing a contract.”

Lance grinned, “You signed over your services when you signed our marriage contract.”

If Kolivan’s deep blush was anything to go by, and the way he turned to get back to work, Lance had won that “argument.” The marriage card always worked.