#spookyknight

“What’s up with the swimsuits?” 

“We figured out how to use the pool,” Lance says with a grin. “Or, well, Hunk did. Had to switch a few things, and we got permission from Allura to mess with the controls in there before we did it but.. we can swim now!”

“And we were coming to get you,” Hunk adds in. “This isn’t an invite you can decline either.”

“Then you two were going to drag me there if I said no?” Keith questions, and the two nod. “Alright. Fine. Let me change.”

Lance and Hunk cheer, following Keith to his room and waiting outside in the hallway for him to change. The three of them go down to the pool together, with Hunk sitting on the sidelines and keeping his feet in the water while Lance and Keith challenge each other to swimming laps. They eventually get tired of it and swim over to the side, elbows resting on the deck as they look up at their boyfriend.

“Come on, Hunk. Get in the water,” Lance says, grabbing onto his arm and tugging at it. “You can splash Keith! When his mullet is wet, he looks like a drowned rat.”

“I do not.” Keith says, brushing back his wet bangs. Hunk and Lance freeze, cheeks growing red. “..What?”

“Lance, I will definitely splash Keith if he continues doing that. But you have to save me if I die from how attractive our boyfriend is.”

“Deal.”

“Wha--” Hunk leans over, hand in water, and splashes Keith before getting into the pool. Keith shakes his head and brushes the hair out of his face again. “Hey! I didn’t agree to this!” 

“No one agrees to a splash fight! It just happens!”

---

After pool time, they dry off and change, going for the kitchen. Lunchtime was near, and Lance and Keith offer to help Hunk out. He’s a little skeptic at first, but he allows it, thinking what was the worst that could happen? 

Everything goes well at first. Until Keith spills something and it hits Lance in the chest. He didn’t mean it, really. And he goes to apologize but then Lance throws food goo at Keith’s face.

“Oh no. No food fight in my kitchen,” Hunk says, stopping them right there. He grabs a towel, already starting to wipe off Keith’s face. “Let us cook in peace, please. Especially if you two want to be taste testers for something I’m trying to make. Unless you want to get kicked out of my kitchen.” 

“..We’ll be good.” Lance and Keith say together and go back to helping Hunk. 

Half a varga later, Hunk makes something that resembles pudding. He takes it out of the fridge and sets it on the counter, gesturing his two boyfriends over, two spoons in hand already having the pudding on the spoons for them.

“You’re not allowed to ask what it is before you taste,” Hunk says. “Now open your mouths.”

They do so willingly, and Hunk feeds them at the same time. They take the spoon from him though, trying to figure out what he made exactly. They’re both quiet for a long time, smacking and licking their lips, trying to guess.

“It tastes like both a mix of vanilla and chocolate?” Lance questions. “But..”

“It tastes like pudding.” Keith says and Hunk nods, showing the two the choco-nilla swirl in the Altean bowl. “How--”

“Kaltenecker makes milk. So he is actually a she,” Hunk starts explaining. “And the last planet we were on had a marketplace, and I gathered up a lot of things. Some things looked different in shape and colour and it was a lot of trial an error before I actually got something that tasted like chocolate and vanilla.”

“Hunk, you’re a genius.” Lance tries to lean over to get another spoonful but Hunk whacks his hand. “Ow!”

“No. You’ll ruin your appetite. This is dessert - not what we’re all having for lunch.” 

“Just another spoonful--” 

“No. And puppy eyes do not work on me, Lance.”

“Quiznak.”

---

It’s after lunch that the training deck is back up, and Keith rushes to go train, but Lance and Hunk follow. 

“..Why?” Keith questions as he takes out his Marmora blade, the blade extending as he does. “Me training isn’t going to be interesting.”

“Yeah, well, we want to spend time with you? We have nothing better to do because Coran and Allura are running tests on the lions too,” Lance says with a shrug. “Besides, wouldn’t mind seeing that Marmora blade in action.”

Keith shrugs, and the two sit on the sidelines as Keith fights against the gladiator. Meanwhile, Lance and Hunk are being sports announcers.

“And we have Keith Kogane, using his Marmora blade on the Gladiator!” Hunk calls out. “It started off as a small dagger, but Kogane has awakened it and now it’s a sword!”

“It looks like a very strong and sharp sword, too,” Lance adds in. “It could slice and dice that gladiator in seconds.”

“Let’s hope Kogane doesn’t do that, or Coran will have to fix it again.”

Keith feels like he’s going to end up laughing from the two, and they make him lose concentration, so the gladiator charges at him with a pole. One second, Keith dodges. The other, the gladiator hits him dead on in the stomach. Lance and Hunk wince.

“Oh, that’s not pretty!” Lance calls out. “I’m surprised the gladiator didn’t make Kogane into a Paladin-kabob!” 

“Kogane is crazy strong anyway - did you see those abs? They can take anything.” Hunk says and watches as Keith charges, ducks, and then slices the gladiator in the chest. “Oh, look at that agility! Kogane is well known for it. He could beat a cheetah with that agility!” 

“Oh my god, you two shut up.” Keith says, but his grin is wide and he’s laughing a little. “Please. I’m trying to focus.” 

Lance and Hunk look over at each other and get up for a moment, slowly starting to walk over to Keith.

“Well, gee, Kogane can fight a gladiator but can he defeat--”

“The tickle gladiators..” Hunk finishes.

“Oh god. No. No no.” Keith pleads, dropping his knife and backing away as his boyfriends come closer. “Guys--”

He trips, and falls onto the training deck floor. Lance and Hunk use this perfect opportunity to attack, peppering Keith’s face in kisses and hands tickling his sides and stomach. Keith’s laughter is crazy loud, and he’s kicking his legs as he begs for them to stop. Eventually they do when they notice how red Keith’s face has gotten. 

“You guys are the worst..” Keith tells them between pants.

“You love us.”

---

It’s later in the evening after dinner when the three of them are gathered on the couch, watching a movie on Pidge’s laptop. Partially through the movie, Lance realizes something.

“Guys. Did we just go on one big date today?” 

Keith and Hunk go quiet and think about it. They were kind of fluffy and romantic today, weren’t they? From going to the pool together, to cooking together, having a tickle fight on the training deck--

“Fuck, you’re right,” Keith says. “Now we’re on a movie date.”

“We have to make this more romantic though.” Hunk tells them. “But how..”

“Cuddle session?” Lance offers.

“..Cuddle session.”

They were starting to believe Lance’s theory when they landed, and no Galra had attacked them. Keith says they should scan the area, but be kept on their toes in case something happens. Also to stay in a group, because it’s better for them to attack together if Galra were really there. 

And they were. But they attacked regardless of them being a group. Bayards activated and shields went up. Time seemed to go pretty fast as they defended themselves as well as attacking. Pidge and Keith did a good job at teaming up, and Allura had used her whip to gather up as many sentries as she could, the whip tying around them and pulling them closer so Lance could blast a bullet right through three our four heads at once. 

They were dong pretty well, so they thought, but then ships rise and start shooting from above. 

“I thought there was no ships!” Pidge shouts, as they try to dodge, shield up to make the ships lasers bounce off it to (hopefully) hit a sentry instead. (Spoiler alert: it worked.)

“They were most likely laying in waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack!” Allura tells them. “We have to get to the lions! Quick!” 

They run for the lions, meanwhile while Hunk and Lance cover their backs, stopping every now and then to shoot at the sentries they chase them. They’re just a few more feet away from the lions when lasers shoot down. Right in the middle of the group. They all dodge, but some of them fly back from the blast. Although unfortunately, it hurt some of them more than others.

Hunk’s leg was injured, Pidge’s arm had gotten hit but it wasn’t anything serious, and some debris had hit everyone else, scraping their faces, since their helmet visors weren’t all the way down when they landed. The oxygen levels were enough for them to breathe normally, so they were fine. For the most part.

Hunk assures he could still fight, and uses his jetpack to get to Yellow. Though he realizes it’s hard to pilot when your leg is burning and blood is dripping down it. He even took off his leg armor to try to help with the throbbing, but the pain just seemed to worsen. It made his vision blur, and eventually, Keith and Allura say they should go back -- this was obviously a trap and they should go back to the castle to heal and rest up before planning their plan of attack. 

So now Hunk’s in the cryopod, and Lance and Keith are both waiting outside of it. Pidge is in one too, after they said they didn’t need one, but Allura practically forced them to get some rest and heal up. Allura went to rest up herself after that, with hope Keith and Lance would do the same. 

(Spoiler alert: They’re not going to.)

“..How long did they say Hunk’s going to be in there for?” Lance questions.

“About half a quintant, I think,” Keith says. 

“And.. how long is that again? My brain isn’t functioning right now.”

“Half a day.” Keith bites his tongue, because he doesn’t want to fight with Lance right now. “Pidge should be out in a few vargas - a few hours. Their injuries weren’t as terrible as Hunk’s. He seemed to get the worst out of the blast.”

“Didn’t Coran say Hunk shouldn’t be using that leg for a good while after he’s out of the pod?”

“Yup. Which means we should carry him.”

“Alright.”

A few hours pass, and Pidge exits the healing pod with Keith catching them as soon as they come out. Lance and Keith both explain what happen, without arguing with one another - which Pidge finds weird, but they’re not complaining - and Keith tells Pidge they should get more rest. (”I just rested for a few hours. I’m fine.” Pidge tries to tell him but Keith’s looks reads ‘don’t fight with me on this’. “..Okay. I’ll rest a bit more.” )

Lance and Keith still wait there for Hunk to awaken, switching from standing to sitting but never taking their eyes off the pod. Time goes by slowly, but eventually, Hunk wakes up, and Lance and Keith catch him so fast. When Hunk opens his eyes, the first thing he sees are his boyfriends. 

“Wha.. what happened.”

“You gave us a scare, buddy,” Lance says. “You injured your leg pretty bad in our last fight. Yellow started to bump into things. When we got back to the castle, you had passed out because of your leg.”

“..Oh.” It’s the only thing Hunk has to say at the moment. “..Did you two seriously wait here for me to wake up?”

“We waited for Pidge too,” Keith answers with a shrug. “But yes, we did. We had to. Coran says you shouldn’t walk on that leg for a while.” 

“..So you two are going to carry me aren’t you.” Hunk says, and gets nods from both Keith and Lance. “Oh god. I’m fine! Really!”

“Nuh-uh, big guy. We’re taking care of you.” Lance shakes his head. “We’re going straight to your room and we’re going to cuddle and rest with you!”

“But I have to make food for the others--”

“Not happening.” Keith says. “Come on, big man.”

Despite Hunk’s earlier protests, he gives into his boyfriends. Although he doesn’t lean on them for support, even though he knows how strong the two are. It’s a slow walk from out of the cryopods to Hunk’s room, the trio stopping every now and then mostly for Lance and Keith to fix their grip on Hunk. When they get to Hunk’s room, they collapse on Hunk’s bed, Lance and Keith on either side of the yellow paladin, snuggling up to him and clinging onto him.

“Guys, I gotta change out of this--” Hunk says, gesturing towards the bodysuit he was put on before he was put into the cryopod. “Let me up.”

“No,” the two say in unison. 

“We’ll help you in a minute but..” 

“But we don’t want to let you go,” Keith finishes for Lance. “It was scary after Yellow lost control. You said you were fine when you weren’t. I didn’t want to believe it either, and sure, I’m glad you fought for as long as you did but.. Your leg could have ended up badly infected, Hunk. Or the damage could have been worse. I-- I don’t want anyone to go and fight when they’re injured. I don’t want their injuries to be worse than they already are. I know I do that a lot, but--”

Keith’s on the verge of tears at this point, both Lance and Hunk can sense it. Hunk raises his hand, stroking Keith’s hair. 

“Sh. You don’t have to explain yourself, Keith. I’m sorry I made you two worry,” Hunk says. “I want to change into something more comfortable though, because this bodysuit is not. You guys can help all you want.” 

“So.. we get to strip you down as soon as you get out of a cryopod? Hunk, this was supposed to be heartfelt and fluffy, not sexual.” Lance teases.

“Wha- I can’t do that. I love you both - EQUALLY. How could I chose is the best kisser?”

“Well.. like this..” Keith starts and moves off the bed, to the floor, walking right over to where Hunk’s sitting. He gets on his knees and takes Hunk’s face right in his hands, leaning forward to press a kiss on his lips. 

And Keith’s lips are soft. Hunk can tell. Usually Keith’s lips are chapped, with scabs from picking or biting at them, but they feel so nice. When Keith pulls away, Hunk’s left speechless.

“Oh come on, that’s not even a--”

“His lips are soft, Lance,” Hunk interrupts. “They’re soft.” 

“No way in hell.” Lance says, looking over at Keith. “..I gotta feel.”

Not even a second passes and Lance had joined them on the ground and plants his lips on Keith’s with no warning whatsoever. Keith makes a startled noise, but he doesn’t make an attempt to pull away. Instead, he kisses back and Lance makes a pleasing hum before he pulls away. 

“Holy shit.” 

“Is that really a big shock that they’re soft?” Keith questions and both Lance and Hunk nod quickly. “..Geez. You two didn’t like my chapped lips, or seeing them bleeding all the time. Had to do something. Don’t start complaining because they’re too soft.”

“Aw, Keithy.. you did that for us.” Lance coos and Keith smacks him on the leg. “Ow!”

“Just kiss Hunk and get on with this contest.”

Lance grins, “With pleasure.”

Hunk takes in a breath to brace himself, because he knows how Lance gets. Lance cups Hunk’s cheek with his right hand, left hand pressed against the floor to keep himself steady. He leans in, and places a gentle kiss on Hunk’s lips before he presses a bit harder. Hunk hums, and then Lance nips at his lower lip with his teeth, making a shiver to go down Hunk’s spine.

Oh god.

Lance tugs on his lip and pulls back and Hunk’s eyes are wide while there’s a sultry look in Lance’s eyes, as well as a smirk on his lips. Keith’s staring with wide eyes and mouth agape. What the fuck. 

“Oh hell no. This isn’t over.”

Next thing Hunk knows, Keith’s on top of him and kissing him deeply - using his tongue too! Hunk remembers Keith was uneasy about using tongue when they kissed, because he’s not that experienced with kissing. Just small kisses were fine, because he could do that - it’s not hard and no matter what it’d be meaningful. 

But something about this kiss makes Hunk think Keith took lessons from Lance. Sure, Keith’s still hesitant, but not everyone is going to have the same style of kissing. 

When Keith pulls back, he’s panting a little, face flushed, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Lance is just staring in silence, and then a smirk makes way to his lips.

“So my teaching actually helped.”

“Yeah, that means I’m the better romantic partner.”

“Wha-- no! No no! That’s not what I meant.”

“Sure.”

“Okay, you know what?” Hunk’s tired of this, so he gathers both his boyfriends into his arms and cuddles them close. “You’re both winners. The best boyfriends I can ask for. And you know what gets.”

Lance and Keith go silent and shake their heads. Hunk grins.

“Hunk kisses.”

Hunk ends up placing wet kisses on both Lance and Keith, kissing all over their face and making them squirm and laugh- “Hunk, stop it!” “We get it! We get it!” “Nah, I wanna kiss the winners!” - which just makes Hunk so happy. 

Though when he’s done, Lance and Keith are out of breath, panting like they just ran the marathon of their lives. Hunk’s running his hands through their hair, a soft smile on his lips.

“So who is the best romantic partner?” Hunk asks.