Hey, hey! Shy anon here. Would you like to share your Klance headcanons, please?
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Lance loves Keith’s hair
listen. you do not constantly comment on the feature of someone else unless you are coveting it or jealous of it or love it in some way
lance: god your hair is stupid keith: then why are you running your hands through it right now
in all honesty, Lance loves to play w Keith’s hair???? he will braid it then run his fingers through it til it untangles then braid it again or just play with it and Keith will doze off with his head in Lance’s lap
they get in fights
and it’s normal and it’s okay because, in every way, opposites attract, and Lance is scared of Keith’s impulsiveness and is worried it’s gonna get Keith hurt, and Keith doesn’t understand why Lance keeps putting himself down every time someone tries to compliment him and it’s this cycle where they both eventually start to realize that maybe they have to concede their stubbornness and listen to make this work
usually it ends with one of them kissing the other quiet mid-fight and gripping their cheeks and whispering “I love you, you know that?”
Lance sings them to sleep when they spend the night together in one of their rooms
it starts off as playful, joking, annoy-the-shit-outta-Keith sing-song, until Lance starts to sing one of his favorite songs from back home and he finds he can’t make it a joke anymore because there’s this hole in his heart and it hurts so much that he has to stop because he can’t breathe anymore
Keith just rests his hand over Lance’s heart and whispers soft reassurances until he calms down again
and a little later, when Keith asks Lance to sing again for him, Lance can do it without crying this time, and it becomes their nighttime ritual, Lance humming and singing soft lyrics as they stare up at the dark ceiling that they both know will never feel like home
Keith likes making out
to the point where their lips are numb and they can’t feel their jaws and both of them are panting and kind of pawing at each other’s faces and pushing into one another but they’re really having trouble breathing now, but they still can’t stop
sometimes the two of them will just go hang out inside of Blue because Lance loves his girl and Keith loves watching Lance talk to her and get excited when buttons light up after Lance asks a question, because the way the two of them interact is so sweet, bordering on endearing, and what makes Lance happy makes Keith happy too
whenever Keith and Lance are stargazing out of one of the many floor-to-ceiling windows throughout the castle, Keith will always point out a blue star and say “Look. Just like your eyes.”
those bone-shaking, armor-clacking, rib-crushing hugs after near death battles? yeah. lots of those.
spooning that turns into annoyed kicks because Keith hates getting too hot and “fuck off, Lance, you’re sweaty” and “c’mooooon, you love it” and “oh my god, I will put you on the floor”
Keith is a cat person so when they go to a planet and the aliens who needed help are literal cat-people with toe beans and floofy ears, he’s in near tears the entire time and he’s like “hi sorry, I just-sorry, can I-sorry-can I touch ur toe beans” and the cat-person is like “whom” and Keith is like “PLZ CAN I HOLD UR HAND” and the cat-person is shook bc a Paladin of Voltron wants to Hold Their Hand so of course they say yes and Keith nearly passes out bc he is touchin the toe beans
also, turns out that as much as Keith loves cats, he’s fuckin allergic to them (and he already knew this so rly he’s just a masochist) and starts uncontrollably sneezing for the entirety of the mission, but despite it all, he is still smiling and sniffling and just so Happy that he met real live cat people who let him touch the toe beans
sometimes when Keith gets really upset over something that’s happened or a battle that almost went horribly wrong, Lance will just hook his pinky finger around Keith’s and it’s like this thing that grounds Keith and helps him focus and close his eyes and breathe, because he knows Lance is there and that they’re gonna be okay
Keith never really knows how to vocalize his thanks to Lance for these moments, so he just lets it speak through his actions, like when they’re all heading to bed for the night and Keith stops Lance just to press their foreheads together for a moment before kissing Lance gently on the lips
I spent the whole day playing with puppies and this is the quick little result (whoops):
Imagine getting a puppy with Harry and although the little fella is tiny and wants to be cuddled all the time, Harry has a strict no puppy on the bed rule.
And one morning you wake up to Harry talking in a low voice next to you, and you decide to keep up your rouse of sleeping to see what your boys are up too.
“Squirmy little bugger, aren’t yeh? Alright up yeh come,” you hear Harry mumble as the bed creaks to accommodate his leaning off of it.
You feel him settle next to you again and he chuckles lightly as the puppy lets out a whine, “Yeh sleepy little one? You’re tiny… size o’ m’hand look at yeh.”
It’s quiet for a moment before Harry speaks again, “Yeh know, if it was up t’yeh mumma she’d let yeh take m’spot in the bed. Don’t blame yeh, though. She’s got the best cuddles, but daddy wants his fair share too.”
Harry laughs and you smile into your pillow because you can picture the puppy pawing at his face and titling it’s head while his ears perk up in interest.
“You’re quite cute, yeh know. C’mere, give daddy a kiss,” Harry requests, and you feel the bed shake from his laughter as the sounds of the puppy lapping at his face fill the room.
“See, yeh can cuddle with daddy too. Reckon I learned a thing or two from mumma.”
You fight the urge to roll over and counter that but you’re quite enjoying eavesdropping on this little conversation.
The puppy lets out a whine and Harry tuts, “Sh, sh. What s’it? Want mumma?”
You feel the bed dip behind you and Harry’s warm body presses up against yours, “Alright, give her a- Oi!”
You can’t help but burst into giggles as the puppy starts licking your face without a second thought, and you turn onto your side as Harry rests on an elbow and lifts the puppy up, “S’not how we wake mumma up!”
The puppy whines and squirms in his hold and you reach up to take him, settling him onto your chest as he cuddles up to you, fingers brushing through his soft fur.
Harry squawks at you at you glance up at him with a frown, “What?”
“If I woke yeh up like tha’ you wouldn’t be tha’ nice t’me!”
You roll your eyes at him and reach up to pat his cheek appeasingly, “Harry, you’ve woken me up by licking me before…”
There’s a split second of processing before his frown falls off his face and is taken over by a roar of laughter instead, as he wipes at his tired eyes and you scrunch your nose up at him in triumph.
Request: Can you write a SteveXreader where the reader is a shape shifter and turns into a kitten and Steve finds her and just fluff and he finds out that the reader can shapeshift by her falling asleep on Steve in kitten form and turning human on accident:))
(Y/N) was new to the team, not really, they’d been around for half a year but since there hadn’t Been any missions they were still considered the new kid. In fact, so new that no one knew what they brought to the table. One day fury just showed up to drop (Y/N) off before leaving once again and since then they hadn’t heard from him. No one had even questioned why (Y/N) was a part of the team, they just were. As far as anyone knew all (Y/N) could do was throw a punch or two but no one was complaining, it was nice to have another set of hands around the tower.
Nat liked to take (Y/N) shopping, Sam loved to tell war stories to them, They loved to hang around Tony’s lab while he worked, they had always been so kind to Bruce and Bucky, but if anyone valued them the most it would have to be Steve.
From day one he took (Y/N) under his wing, essentially made them his protidgy. They’d been training together for 6 months and it would have been crazy not to immediately like them. They had a great personality, so sweet and so funny, plus they were hardworking, focused, and the perfect soldier.
Steve had bonded with them right away and from there they’d been two peas in a pod. Always at each others side, always talking to each other, sometimes they would even unconsciously touch each other, just a casual shoulder brush there, maybe a little hand touching here. Any way they could be connected you bet they’d try it and Steve’s recent way of connecting had been weekly movie nights.
He needed to get caught up with the times (and spend time with (Y/N)) so (Y/N) was more than happy to share his movie collection with him every week. The two would curl up together, hunker down and watch these so called timeless movies (jurassic park, pulp fiction, saw, nightmare on elm street) but when Steve walked into (Y/N)’s apartment that evening there was no sign of them in sight. The tv wasn’t on, nor were any of the appliances. The only sign of life was a small kitten, perched atop (Y/N)’s couch as it stared at him curiously. Since when did (Y/N) have a cat? He was here only yesterday and there had been no sign of any furry creature and Steve highly doubted that (Y/N) would leave a small kitten home all alone after only having it for a day, if even that.
“Hey there kitty,” Steve reached out, petting the small kittens ears. “What are you doing here?” The cat purred happily, nuzzling it’s tiny hand up against Steve’s palm. “Well aren’t you a cutie?” The cat mewled at Steve’s words, bucking up against his hand even more. Steve smiled as he crouched down, Patting his thighs as though the cat would really listen to him-
The cat jumps from the back of the couch, slowly sauntering over to Steve where it then proceeded to rub it’s tiny little face all over his legs.
Steve chuckles as he picks the kitten up, being careful not to aggravate the little creature. The kitten Mewls and paws at Steve’s face, resting their tiny, wonderful paws on his nose. Steve laughed and he could have sworn he saw the kitten smile.
"Well, why don’t we wait for (Y/N) together, yeah?“ The kitten purrs as it rubs it’s face against Steve’s chin, stopping to nibble on his flesh now and then. With a fond smile Steve settled onto (Y/N)’s couch, the kitten still within his clutches.
He would have turned on the tv or at least some music but the kitten had taken up all of his attention. It playfully pounced on his chest, played with his hair, and even licked his nose with their sandpapery tongue.
The hours began to tick by where Steve and the kitten were just playing together but around 12:45 Steve had passed out like a light, the kitten following not too far behind.
When Steve woke their was a pleasant weight settled on top of him and a strange kind if warmth surrounded him, but it was nice too. Steve groaned softly as he absentmindedly adjusted his arms over whatever he was holding, which for the record, was not a kitten.
It takes a few moments to register what’s going on before Steve jumps of the couch, nearly screaming in fright. The fall wakes up whoever, or whatever he had been holding.
"Oh my- oh my god!” A familiar voice squeaked, as it usually did when it was embarrassed or nervous. “I’m so sorry Steve!”
“(Y/N)?” Steve eyes them curiously, his brows furrowed as he tries to figure out exactly what had happened. He’d gone to sleep with a kitten and yet when he awoke there was a full human being atop him and not to mention a naked one too. “What- why were you-” (Y/N) blushes profusely as they curl in in them self, trying to cover anything they possibly could, chest, abdomen, arms, legs, anything.
"I shouldn’t have slept on you, I knew this was gonna happen, I’m so sorry Steve-“
”(Y/N), slow down, slow down,“ He crouched to their level, placing his hands on their shoulders as he purposely avoided looking anywhere but their eyes. "What’s happened last night?” (Y/N) bites their lip as they curl around themself more, nearly making it impossible for Steve to keep his grip on them and that’s when he notices them shiver, and rather violently too. “Are you cold?” (Y/N) nods as they tuck their legs beneath them, trying to shield themselves in any way. Steve wasted no time in grabbing a blanket for them and wrapping it around their smaller form. “Better?” (Y/N) nods meekly, pulling the blanket around their body tighter. “So, do you want to tell me why I woke up to you naked on me this morning?” His tone was supposed to be light and playful but it surely don’t come off that way, leaving (Y/N) to recoil and grimace.
"I uh- um- I can kinda do this thing where I manipulate my DNA so I can change forms…“ Steve’s brows furrow and as his lips part to ask a question (Y/N) is already responding. "I can shapeshift and I apparently really like being a cat,” (Y/N) blushes, their face nearly very red within the morning sun. Steve allows their words to sink in, to really get below his skin and fester. So it had been (Y/N) last night, not some sweet little kitten. Suddenly it clicks for him, why Fury wanted (Y/N) on the team because they were valuable, having them on their team would greatly benefit shield.
“(Y/N),” Steve whispered, his tone just as light as his touch on their shoulders. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I was scared,” (Y/N) rubbed their nose against their arm, another way to avoid Steve’s gaze.
"Scared of what?“
"Of what you’d think of me…"
”(Y/N), that’s crazy,“ Steve chuckles. "I let a German scientist experiment on me so I could protect a nation, a German scientist I didn’t know for long either,” Steve smiled at them gently. “Just because you can change your molecules or whatever isn’t going to change my opinion of you,"
"really?” (Y/N) asks quietly, finally meeting Steve’s gaze. Steve nods, giving them a reassuring smile.
"Really.“ (Y/N) smiled widely before pouncing upon Steve, hugging him tightly.
"Oh thank god Steve,” They cried in disbelief. “I-I thought you’d hate me or- oh thank god,” They rest their forehead against Steve’s, leaving the two so close he could feel their breath on his lips.
"No doll,“ Steve breathed softly, watching the way (Y/N)’s body responded to him, the touch of his hands on their bare back, his breath on their lips, his lips so tantalizingly close that they could almost taste him- "I could never hate you,” (Y/N) sighs shakily, nuzzling their nose against Steve’s, almost like a cat if Steve thought about it.
The two remain like that for some time, with (Y/N) upon Steve’s lap, his arms wrapped around them loosely. It was rather comforting, to have such a pleasant warmth settled atop Steve. Or at least it was pleasant until Steve remembered one tiny fact.
if you're still taking prompts - shiro and space puppies? :D
I’m always taking prompts. <3
“I hate to say it,” Hunk says, tentatively, “but we were
supposed to be back an hour ago.”
All four of the Paladins look over to where Shiro is still
seated on the floor, absolutely surrounded by a dozen of the fluffiest,
cuddliest little pastel puppy-dogs that Hunk’s ever seen in his life. Nevermind that
puppies don’t usually have six legs.
Four of the pups are in Shiro’s lap; several more cluster
by his knees; one brave little puppy has even clambered all the way up to Shiro’s
shoulder, clinging carefully with its multiple tiny paws. Shiro’s face is a
gentle wash of complete joy.
His eyes opened slowly and revealed a sleeping John Watson
lying next to him. His mouth opened slightly and short bursts of his breath on
his face. Sherlock smiled and thought about last night. How John laid awake
with him for hours before his crying finally stopped and he fell asleep. He
kicked himself, he was displaying a gross expression of emotion yesterday. He
threw logic out the window and filled his head with sentiment and he’s ashamed
to think of how John saw him crying over the sink full of dishes because he
wasn’t talking to him. Sherlock told himself in that moment that he shouldn’t
cry because this wasn’t new to him. He knew the day would come when John would
finally decide that he wasn’t worth his time, that he could find somebody
better than him. He braced himself for the news, and it hurt him to think that
he wasn’t enough for John when John was the whole world to him. He nearly made
it without crying, but then he looked at John, who was so close to him, drying
the dishes and he couldn’t help himself. When John kissed him, and told him
that he loved him, he still cried, but it was because the man of his dreams
told him, the most obnoxious, rude,
and unpleasant man that anyone could have the misfortune to meet, that he loved
The only other time Sherlock had been this happy was when
John agreed to move in with him.
The only time
Sherlock can say that he’s been happy is only when John is around. The love of his
life, his blogger, his doctor…
“John Watson.” He breathed. Said man pawed his face and
shuffled closer to Sherlock. Sherlock was sitting up; John’s arms were wrapped
around his waist and his head was resting on Sherlock’s stomach. He smiled and
rested a hand on John’s back, raking his free hand through the soft blond hair.
He had to admit, John’s new hair was very fitting for him, he was always
handsome to Sherlock. John let out a soft groan at Sherlock’s head massage and
held him even tighter.
“Don’t stop.” John spoke, still half-sleep. Sherlock
chuckled. “I have no intention to.”
Sherlock heard John yawn. He raised his head to look at
Sherlock. His eyes were still glassy from sleep, and his smile lopsided but so
warm and compassionate that Sherlock thought he would cry all over again.
“Do you know that you look quite stunning when you wake up?”
John laughed at the question and rolled his eyes. They didn’t say anything
after that, John moved to rest his head on Sherlock’s chest, and closed his
eyes from the pleasure Sherlock’s massage was giving him.
“You kissed me last night. Well, we kissed for a second
“Yes, I remember.” The conversation trailed off for a bit
before John asked, “Why?”
Sherlock’s hands clutched to John’s hair at the question.
“I…I was…I wanted to know if we could, quite possibly, make
it a third time?”
John’s laugh came out as a breath. He opened his eyes and
sat up to Sherlock’s level.
“Yeah, Sherlock, we can make it a third time, and a fourth
time, we can kiss as many times as we want.”
Sherlock felt the blush rising in his cheeks as he thought
about all the future kisses they would share. All the days and nights he would
fall asleep and wake up in John’s arms. He was so excited to finally be with
John, and not just as best friends or flat mates or even as bedmates. He was
allowed be in love with John and
shower him adoration and affection that the soldier needed desperately. He
“Let’s make it a third time and see if it is enough.”
Sherlock’s lips were already starting to pucker. John’s pressed against his and
Sherlock moaned at the joy of being able to do this. John’s mouth spread into a
smile, still pressed against Sherlock’s, and he was laughing. Sherlock joined
him, the two still nose-to-nose with each other, grinning in the other’s face.
“Was that enough?” John’s voice lowered, making Sherlock’s
smile widen to its limits.
“It was enough, John. You’re enough for me.” They both
shared a few more kisses until they heard Rosie’s cries from down the hall.
“The day awaits us, love.” John threw his blankets off his
body and left to tend to his daughter. Sherlock was still in the bed, fingers
lightly caressing his lips and in awe. He put his hand down and whispered, “Love?”
He couldn’t help but smile to himself.
So yes, the next few chapters will include domestic johnlock, so that I can show their gentle transition into finally being together.
I absolutely adore your cat au! I'm like Viktor with my Siberian, since she's like Yurio and hates being picked up and held! I can see Yurio being the type of cat that will allow you to look and admire him but if you try to hold/pick up/touch him he'll automatically saunter away quickly like he's thinking "No, you can only admire my beauty, you can't touch me" like my cat tends to do! I can also see him shoving a paw in someone's face if he's stuck being held like a baby
That’s exactly like Yura, omg!!!!
My sister has this beautiful multi-tone cat that also doesn’t like to be held or carried. She’s so beautiful though, I just want to pet her. The struggle is real.
But she’ll saunter over and sniff your fingers to say hi, and I feel blessed 100% of the time when she does.