Voltron One-Shots

Happy Valentine's Day!

A/N: WELL SOMEONE NEEDS TO GET TEHIR SHIT TOGETHER.

me.

iamallovertheplace

help me.

and im sick

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 Lance ran a hand through his hair. Fuck, was all he could think. It was Valentine's Day and everyone on the spaceship was celebrating it in different ways. Shiro had taken Allura out for a ride in Black, Coran was helping Hunk make a Valentine's Day cake, and Pidge was doing lord knows what with her tech. Lance was starting to ship Pidge and her computer because they were always in the same place. Keith on the other hand... Lance really wanted to tell him how he felt about him, the things he wanted to do with him. 

Okay yep, get that thought out of your head Lance. 

He groaned in frustration. What kind of frustration Lance wasn't sure about. He wanted to worry about Keith without getting weird expressions from Hunk or knowing smiles from Shiro and Allura. He rubbed his eyes and decided to take a ride with Blue. After all, Blue had a way of calming him down. He started jogging towards the hangar with the echoing thump of his laces hitting the ground filling the empty halls.

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Keith was in the training deck as always. He was finally on level four and he was so close to defeating the bot. He was sweating hard and the cloth of his shirt felt sticky and suffocating. He parried an attack from the bot and kicked the bot's chest, causing the bot to stumble back and giving Keith a second to get ready for the next attack. The bot attacked again and Keith stumbled back as he blocked the blow. It was at times like this he was frustrated with himself and his need for a partner. Preferably someone who could fight long-range and compel him to fight harder. Keith's thoughts were halted as he was kicked in the chest. Goddammit! Keith rolled back to his feet just as the bot launched a kick. Keith gritted his teeth, awaiting the pain that would come. 

 "Toma eso chingon!" Keith heard a voice yell as the bot collapsed into a whirl of pixels. Keith's gaze snapped to the doorway to see a cocky Cuban with a smirk gracing his features. Keith wanted to smile in relief but he quickly replaced that impulse with a scowl.

 "I could've dealt that with myself."

 "No you couldn't have. I know when you need a long-range teammate and that was a fine example Keithers. You need me, face it."

 "Ugh you clearly wanted my attention, so now you have it. What do you want?" Lance's smirk transformed into a bashful smile in a millisecond. His face was also burning crimson.

 "Do you want to go out on a ride with me? I mean if you don't want to it's totally fine! It's just that you were cooped up in here and everything and I thought why now-- oh god now I'm babbling so yeah." Lance turned to Keith with a hopeful expression, "Do you want to be my Valentine?" Keith's face burned a dark crimson as he processed what Lance just asked him.

 "Y-Yeah." he whispered. Lance's bashful smile turned into a cocky smirk faster that Keith could say Voltron.

 "I couldn't hear that." Lance cooed, posing seductively. Keith blushed.

 "I said 'yes' you idiot!" Keith yelled, blushing as he took in Lance's hips and toned chest. No, no, no, no, no, no, stop gay thoughts STOP. Lance smirked and grabbed Keith's hand in his own, laced their fingers, and dragged a protesting Keith after him to the hanger.

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY YA BEAUTIFUL DORKS <3