A snippet of a Klance-ish thing that I might be writing right now with like alien mind-control parasite-eque things.
*flings this into the internet and jumps back into my trash bin*
“Leave Lance alone. Get the fuck out of him, you piece of—“
“Pidge!” He lets out a mocking gasp, a scandalized hand over his chest. “Watch your language, young lady!” Shiro has to hold her back from him by the collar, his eyes steely.
“You heard her.”
“Well, seeing as you asked so nicely—“ He breaks off again, laughing as he ducks to avoid a swing from a fuming Keith. “Okay, now this is just getting irritating. Here, how about I don’t dodge your next blow? Let’s just get this over with. Or you, Pidge, care to use that little bayard of yours on me?”
“Go on! Do it! Hurt me, and him along with me. That’s what you’re threatening to do, right?”
Pidge stutters, uncertainty in her gaze.
He smirks. “Exactly. Let’s just end this little charade and acknowledge who’s really in control here, shall we?” He takes a step towards Keith’s blade, smile widening as he pulled it away slightly, the anger on his face being replaced slowly by fear. “I’m as good as untouchable to you in this body, aren’t I, and I’d just hate it if something were to… happen to it.” He traces a fingernail down the veins in Lance’s wrist; Hunk looks sick to his stomach. Lance laughs, throwing his head back in a way that was far too familiar, too friendly, too Lance. Suddenly, he stops, and stares at Shiro like a predator, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Lovely. Let’s have a talk, shall we, fearless leader?”