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He still wanted to shake Lance senseless. Still wanted to force every stupid self-destructive thought out of his head permanently. But not like this. Not while Lance was bleeding through half-finished bandages and barely standing upright.
“Come here,” he said more gently.
Lance looked at him warily for half a second before the exhaustion apparently won out. Keith guided him carefully down onto the bathroom floor instead, maneuvering him until Lance sat between his knees with his back angled toward Keith’s chest.
The position felt immediately, dangerously intimate. Lance’s bare back rested inches from his chest now, warm and solid and distractingly close. Keith could smell the sharp disinfectant still lingering in the air beneath the cleaner scent of soap and the faint metallic trace of blood.Or
After a mission gone wrong in all the right ways, Keith storms into Lance’s room ready to start a fight over another reckless stunt, only to discover Lance is far more injured than anyone realized. What starts as anger turns into patching wounds on a bathroom floor, old insecurities dragged into the open, and the realization that they’ve both been holding back too much for too long.
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- Part 1 of The Art of Falling Apart
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08 Jun 2026
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Keith’s eyes lock on the communicator in Lance’s hand.
“You.”
“Me,” Lance returns easily, crossing one slender leg over the other where he’s sitting on their bed. Keith’s eyes flicker helplessly to the movement but quickly snap back up. He’s trying to get stuff done, dammit. He can’t afford distractions. He marches across the room, something stern on his face, only growing more frustrated as Lance gracefully rises from the bed and flits away from him. It draws a growl from his mouth.
“I don’t have time for this, Lance. I’m working.”
“You were working,” Lance responds. He tosses Keith’s communicator on their dresser. “Now you’re gonna relax a little, with some help from moi. ”
In which BOM commander Keith is falling into workaholic tendencies and his husband takes drastic measures to help him relax.
Written for Bottom Lance Week day one! Prompt: strip tease.Bookmarked by imaai
08 Jun 2026
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Same Old Thing (We Did Last Week) by negativefouriq
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
08 May 2023
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Keith’s face has dropped to a deadpan stare. He grinds his teeth, glancing at the file and then back up at Lance, who smiles sunnily as if he’s not the absolute king of being as irritating as possible as often as possible.
“You know what your problem is?” Keith mutters, angrily swiping his hand through his battle plans to delete them and pulling up new blueprints.
Lance grins smugly, placing his hands under his chin and his elbows on the table. He blinks slowly, then opens half-lidded eyes towards Keith.
“Enlighten me,” he says.
“You,” Keith continues, as if Lance had not spoken, “are really cute, so no one ever told you to shut your fucking pie-hole.”
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OR: Mission planning time. Lance is a menace.Bookmarked by imaai
16 May 2026
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“8 out of 10.”
Lance perks up, hissing as he uses his bloodied hand to help himself up and look over to his voyeur. “Excuse me?”
There’s a boy sitting there on a bench across the paved path, on the other side of it. He’s sipping his coffee and eating a breakfast sandwich at leisure. “Well it’s good your face isn’t fucked up.” He takes another bite. “But you lost a point for it.”
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Lance and Keith met in a fatal fall, and a rare act of kindness.
(Lance and Keith learn to navigate college, and have to fight their own flaws on a ticking clock, because if graduation passes, it might be too late to get what they both yearn for over anything else.)
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05 May 2026
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Il Me Dit Des Mots D'Amour (Des Mots De Tous Les Jours) by negativefouriq
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
17 Feb 2023
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He stomps down the hallway, ignoring an amused Shiro who says something along the lines of “Looking bright eyed this morning, Lance,” and keeping his eyes locked straight ahead.
He will get answers. And apologies. Many of them, in fact.
He pauses right before he enters the training room, messing around with the lockpad settings so he can override the automatic function like Coran showed him.
This feels like a door slam moment.
Once the manual opening has been enabled, he takes a breath, then kicks open the doors with a bang, startling Keith so hard he nearly gets brained by the gladiator.
“So I guess love is dead,” he says once Keith has called for the simulation to end, glaring daggers at the man in question.
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OR: Keith forgets to give Lance is morning kiss.Bookmarked by imaai
29 Apr 2026