“Not—not that you’d be my rebound! I mean, you’d be helping me take my mind off of this guy, but to be a rebound, I’d have to have dated him first, I think, and he doesn’t even know I like him, so. You wouldn’t be a rebound. At worst, we become badass partners-in-crime with a grudging respect for each other, at best, we’re soulmates for life and this is fate trying to help us find happiness. So. Um.” Lance swallows and looks up at the Blade of Marmora soldier through his lashes. “What say you?”
They look down at their hands for a moment, fingers twisting together in deep thought. Then they’re pulling their gloves off, revealing pale, half-bruised knuckles of the human variation, and their mask is dissolving, giving way to big blue-purple eyes and an achingly familiar jet-black cowlick. “Who,” says Keith Kogane, in that low-pitched rumble that makes Lance’s stomach roil in the good way—holy fuck—“is this guy you’re trying to get over?”
Keith was beginning to get the feeling that Lance had never had any intentions of taking Allura on this date in the first place.
“Wha— you're the crazy one! Tea is the sweet nectar of humanity. A gift from the universe!”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Keith mutters as he fills his cherry red mug with water. After dumping the powder into his cup, he snags a silvery spoon-like utensil from the nearest drawer and stalks over to the seat next to Lance. “Besides, your ‘gift from the universe’ smells awful.”
or: Keith and Lance settle the great “Tea vs. Coffee Debate” the only way they know how.
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
14 Nov 2017
“How would anyone notice what anyone else’s type is in the middle of all this?!” Matt demanded, laughing.
“What’s Keith’s type?” Lance blurted out like an idiot.
“It’s… obvious,” Pidge said. “He gets all flustered over shitty puns and most physical comedy. And have you seen the way he stares at Hunk when he’s going on about the mechanics of something? Like how the lions work? I’ve literally seen him blushing when Hunk goes into explanation mode.”
“So, you think he has a crush on Hunk?” Lance squawked.
“No. You bonehead,” Pidge laughed. “I’m saying any dad-joke-telling, klutzoid with good grades has probably got a pretty good shot at Keith.”
Or: It figures that after years of getting it hilariously wrong face-to-face, Lance finally gets good at talking to Keith through a screen, which is, like, one of his biggest accomplishments. Then, Pidge makes the comment that Keith has a type, while heavily implying that it's Matt.
But, listen, with everything going on with Voltron, the coalition, the Blade of Marmora, and Coran, Lance isn't going to get distracted worrying about it.
Ask anyone, he's always been great with measuring levels of importance....
"Sounds like somebody’s got a cruuuush~”
“I do,” Keith slips two cheesy slices onto his plate, “on Mothman.”
Lance hums, rolling his eyes but neither is enough to keep the smile off his face. “Mothman, mothman. That’s all I ever hear. Does Mothman ever buy you pizza?”
just a pizza date night fic with some confessions
Bookmarked by heykk
16 Nov 2017