filled the heart vacancy

No Vacancy

Eeeeeeeeeeey, sup. Another one of the 200-500! More klance fluff, bc it fuels me. Woop, wop! 

Also, did I forget to mention that these thingies have no plot whatsoever, so don’t think so hard on what’s happening, just, enjoy the interaction??? Or do whatever u want, who am I to tell you, lmao. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me, neither does the song. 


“I used to be him.” Keith whispers, his gaze never leaving the retreating form of the young fifteen years old, “I just to be just as lost and yet hopeful. I kept hoping for something to come along, to show me life was worth, that I was worth it.”

He watches as teen hesitates just a breath away from the school’s entrance before he turns his head back, catching Keith’s eyes unsure.

Keith nods at him and offers a reassuring smile. That’s enough for the teen to enter the school ground, uncertain, afraid but brave enough to face his mistakes.

Keith’s gaze never wavers, not even when the body besides him steps closer to him. He doesn’t need to turn around to know Lance’s eyes are firmly on him. “I used felt so damn empty.”

He pauses and warmth spreads all over him when he feels a gentle pressure on his right hand. It’s a soft and yet powerful reminder of what he has now.

“Then Shiro came into my life.” Keith chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, “Ironic how I hated the Big Brother Program at the start but…I’m so glad my teacher forced me, because it was there where Shiro became my brother. Just like I am today for Dylan.”

He squeezes their intertwined hands before he looks up to Lance’s blue eyes and his smile grows bigger. “Then I met you because of Shiro, followed by Hunk and Pidge. Soon after Shiro brought Allura, and then Coran and then…all of the sudden I had a family.”

Lance beams at him and Keith laughs as the brunet’s smile widens with joy.

“You do.” Lance reassurance strongly, “You do, you do.” He chants, pressing kisses all over his face.

Keith laughs, loud and cheerful at the action and doesn’t dare to move away.

“Thank you,” Lance breaths out once he settles down, his forehead against Keith’s, “For sharing this part of you with me.”

Keith hums and drops his own kiss against the bruner’s nose. “Thank you for coming along. For fighting your way around my walls. For not giving up on me. For filling my empty rooms.”

“Ah, no more vacancy in Keithy boy’s heart?” Lance jokes amused and Keith laughs.

“Nope.” He replies playfully, “No vacancy because of you.”

Lance smiles before he leans down and catch his lips with his own. “Good.”

The Beautiful Disaster

One week; 7 days, 168 hours, 10.080 excruciating minutes. An interval Clementine almost couldn’t bear. Time was passing slowly, sluggishly like the movements of attempting to chew stringy meat. She absolutely hated it. No one could fill the vacancy in her heart that diffused in every pore of her body since the day her sister was executed.  She didn’t know how, but  she had found a way to feel the least bit of emotion. The worst part was that there wasn’t even a decent reason for it to happen. Clementine thought there was actually an improvement regarding to her sister’s curiosity, or at least her stopping from trying to get answers as to why they couldn’t feel but she was making this figment up to reassure herself.  To act like everything was going to be alright. “You idiot, Clementine.” She muttered through gritted teeth in a strident pitch as her mocha orbs reflected a picture of a happy couple, glancing at each other in absolute admiration. Sometimes it made her want to smile, to think that she wasn’t the only one clinging to hope. But she couldn’t in which she hadn’t.

Inside the manor, the walls were wainscoted gray marble; the floors covered in dark tile; the fourteen-foot ceiling of the first floor presented in pressed tin. The dark colors and gabled windows gave the mansion a mysterious, gothic, feel. Through the Entrance Lobby led a hallway, which led to a subsequent lobby comprised of three sets of double doors facing south, east, and west, which lead to the dining room, basement, and picture gallery—which was casually used as a billiard room for company—respectively. The kitchen also communicated to another set of double doors which led outside, towards the separate kitchen and servant’s quarters, which was comprised of a small, one story stone cabin. In the basement, a large library formed an inner apartment connected to the drawing room of the same dimensions. Clementine sauntered towards his fathers office, completed documents in hand.

Clementine sauntered around the manor, still amazed each time she came in. She was late, but hoped that his father was still around. Her family, the Freyson’s, have been working for this family quite some time now. They worked for the 'Order,’ a government group that had run the whole system, but their family was by far the most educated. In which after much convincing and proving loyalty, their family was welcomed with open arms. Though everyone was weary of the lower class, even them. Clementine made her way up the steps, an exasperated sigh surpassing her lips. Her fingers curled into a first, knocking on the door as she quirked a brow. “Hello?” she said, opening the door and caught sight of him, instead. “I see you’ve set aside this time to make yourself present. Where’s your father, I wanted to meet him.” Though Clementine had already known he wasn’t here, in which she contemplated going back home.