Euphony (Voltron x Reader) DISCONTINUED.

16. Marked Up

(A/N): spicy shit happens. a lot of the reader teasing lance. Also the pic of the birds is very necessary.

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With each footstep that echoed throughout the corridors, (Y/N)'s heart pounded louder and louder.

Their hands remained fidgety at their sides, playing around with the hem of their shirt. Maybe they should have changed out of their workout outfit before taking a leave to Lance's room.

'Do I smell?' A quick thought ran through their mind before entering the Blue Paladin's room.

Slightly lifting their arm, they brought their nose to the crevice of their arm pit before taking a few inconspicuous sniffs.

They nodded, shrugging at their lavender scented deodorant. Good thing it was anti-perspirant. Though were they really sweating that much from sparring with Shiro? Or was it because of something else?

Arriving at Lance's door, they brought their fist up to knock. Though, they hesitated.

The things that could happen in this room could devastate (Y/N), or make them walk out with a crooked smile, lips a bit reddened from when they first entered.

Taking a deep sigh, they digested the butterflies that flew rampant in their stomach.

"Knock knock."

Obviously startled from the unexpected company, a dejected voice responded, "Who is it?"

Knowing well enough that Lance wouldn't open the door for them, they threw on their best Pidge impression.

"Ahem, it's, uh, Pidge. I wanted to show you my new...creation." They shrugged, thinking it was the best impression they could muster. The pitch of their voice became lilted, which would easily hurt their throat later.

When they heard shuffling behind the door, (Y/N) mentally high-fived themselves.

'Yes!'

"Pidge, you know I'm sulking right no-" Lance paused once he made eye contact with a grinning (Y/N), "O-Oh, hey (Y/N)."

Lance immediately averted his gaze to look at his feet. An aura of guilt radiated off of him.

"Hey, Lance. How have you been?" They asked, a hint of 'I-already-know' resting on their words.

Lance was a bit thrown off by this question, but tried to gain his composer the best he could.

He blew a raspberry into the air, throwing on a confident facade. "I've been great! Saving the universe with my friend's, meeting new people, havin' a blast."

If it weren't for the saddened look in his eyes, he could fool someone into thinking he was doing dandy. However, (Y/N) raised a brow, and stared at Lance. They awaited an honest answer.

Lance nervously chuckled at (Y/N) scrutinizing gaze, slowly cracking under this unexpected pressure.

"I know you're lying, Lance." (Y/N) voiced.

He wanted nothing more than to just go back in his room and ferment in his bed, ignoring the outside world.

Though, he also wanted to speak to (Y/N).

But when he spoke to them, it would only lead to the thought of ,'They don't want you.' and inevitable heartache.

"Pfft, nah. I'm doing-" He chuckled once more. "-I'm doing amazing!"

There was a moment of somewhat somber silence before a small sigh came from (Y/N).

"Listen, I'm sorry for-" But before he could finish his long awaited apology, he was engulfed in a safe embrace. He could of sworn it felt like home.

His body hesitated, unsure of what he should do. On one hand, he didn't want to fall into this potential heartbreak but on the other, he wanted to fall into (Y/N) and just let them hold him forever.

"It's okay, Lance," They squeezed him just a bit tighter, rubbing their hand up and down his back, "It's okay."

And at that moment, he fell into their warm embrace. He breathed them in deeply, their doting warmness swarming his heart.

He rested his chin into the crook of their neck and wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s torso.

He let out a shaky sigh when he felt their fingers glide through his sickly soft hair. Their touch was slightly calloused from the time they've spent fighting, but nonetheless, fond.

He  didn't quite realize he was crying until he noticed the small tear stains on (Y/N)'s shirt and the wetness on his cheeks. He would have to make up for that later.

(Y/N) gently pushed his shoulders back to get a good look at his tear-streaked face. They cupped his now reddened face, brushing their thumbs against his cheeks in order to clear his tears.

They never really got a chance to get a close look of his face until now. They didn't realize how dark but beautiful his eyes were or how many freckles he actually had. All of which making him more beautiful than he already was.

"I-I thought y-you never wanted to look at me a-after what happened. I-I assumed you and Keith were a thing." He averted his gaze once more.

A small chuckle came from (Y/N),"You know what they say about assuming things, 'It'll make an ass out of U and me'."

A tiny grin formed on his face. He adored how (Y/N) could make light of any dark situation.

"But Keith and you are so close." He shook his head in confusion. 'How could they not be together?'

They stared at him in awe, constantly averting their gaze from his eyes to his lips whenever he spoke.  A sly smile played at (Y/N)'s mouth.

They brought a hand to the back of his neck, whispering against his lips.

"Keith and I are just friends..." They stated before planting their lips onto his.

Lance's eyes widened, obviously taken back. However, he quickly melted into the kiss, placing his hands on to (Y/N)'s hips for composer. He couldn't help but smile through the whole thing.

His body felt hot and his lips had become plump and reddened from (Y/N)'s lips. His heart raced from the sudden contact, but he loved every second of it.

"Mmh~" Lance groaned.

When (Y/N) pulled back, they watched Lance take a breath of air. His eyes were half-lidded from the kiss, but his smirking lips looked flushed.

They weren't quite done with him yet.

(Y/N) slowly placed their lips under Lance's jaw, tracing their teeth along his skin.  They sucked and bit along his jawline, occasionally bringing their tongue along his heated skin.

Lance had to put his hand over his mouth in order to prevent himself from making any noise. Though, it was hard to keep quiet with someone kissing all of his favorite spots.

"O-oh god..." He whined. He brought his arm around their neck and let them continue the job.

He felt himself being pushed up against a cool surface before (Y/N) began to attack his neck.

His legs wobbled, as if they were about to give. He didn't know how much longer he could keep quiet.

"Paladins! Please hurry to the control center for an emergency meeting!" Allura's voice boomed over the ship's intercoms.

(Y/N) pulled away from Lance's neck before giving him a small kiss.

They smiled at their 'piece of art' that rested along Lance's neck. They backed away, letting Lance catch his breath. 

"I'll see you there." They winked.

Lance stood dumbfounded. Was...was he just cockblocked?