sailing along

2

Because, I don’t want to be a pirate. I’m not interested in the life. Not interested in the fighting, not interested in the ships.  I don’t care much for the sea while we’re on the subject. But being a pirate on this crew for a little while longer, it offers me an opportunity I don’t believe I can find anywhere else on Earth… one big prize.

10

So big a name for so small a man.

You know it’s never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It’s always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride.
—  Jodi Picoult, Mercy

poeedamerons  asked:

I was reading a fix where Lydia tells Stiles that Derek is a nuclear engineer major and Stiles was very attracted to that and another that Derek was a video game designer and Stiles was also very into that, what I am asking is: can you guys rec me some fics Stiles is totally attracted to Derek but also his nerdy/brainiac profession/major? Since I am here do you guys know any Jurassic Park or Jurassic World sterek au?

I did the dinosaur one here. Roooooaaaar. And here’s smart!Derek and Stiles digging it. - Anastasia

Originally posted by hoechlin-alpha

Derek is Smart by Kateomega97

(1/1 I 474 I Not Rated)

Exactly what it says on the tin.

Stacking Up by bravelittlesoldier

(1/1 I 8,286 I Mature)

Stiles is working in the basement of the Library of Congress and is feeling his social skills quickly deteriorate. Then along comes a new librarian working at Circulation who is most definitely a male model. Maybe its time to start re-socializing.

Better With You by fatale

(3/? I 10,465 I Teen)

Derek is the runt of the litter - a lowly freshman twerp in a family of gorgeous Amazons. He likes to read, has a gift for languages, and a nervous apprehension of everything that high school has to offer. When smug, sarcastic sophomore Stiles Stilinski (say that three times fast) nearly runs him down on the first day of school, it is just the spark of enmity that will affect the rest of their high school years together.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

(9/31 I 36,301 I Mature)

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

*

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Who Knew by SourWolfie (pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel)

(26/26 I 88,161 I Explicit)

Stiles finally scraped together enough money to get his own apartment and he’s really fucking proud of it, okay? He just wishes shit would stop breaking. He also wishes he hadn’t just bitched out his incredibly hot landlord, but that ship has sailed right along with his dignity.

2

I have nothing to hide from you. Nothing.
Porchey is a friend.
And yes, there are those who would have preferred me to marry him.
Indeed mariage with him might have been easier.
Might have even worked better than ours.

8

Flint/Hamilton Appreciation Week:

Day 4 -   Headcanons

Flint thoroughly inspects the library of every ship they board. Sometimes he takes a book to add to his own library on the Walrus. Sometimes he takes one because it reminds him of Miranda and he hopes, that by bringing it to her she might forget their perilous situation for a few precious moments. Sometimes however he finds a copy of a book Thomas used to have in his library, one from which he used to read to James in the quiet hours just before sunrise on nights neither one of them quiet managed to tear themselves away from each other long enough to fall asleep. He takes these books, but not for Miranda’s house, nor his cabin. He takes them and adds a dedication. Sometimes it’s a quote, sometimes something James knows he should have told Thomas back when he was still alive but couldn’t, sometimes it’s a simple ‘I’m sorry’. Then he gently drops them into the depths of the ocean, hoping beyond hope that somehow, somewhere Thomas understands.

chamomiletealove  asked:

(2/2) story like that? Where Stiles and/or Derek are smart, with science major? Like engineering, architecture, computer science, etc? I'm sorry if my ask is too long :( tysm for your hardwork! Love, love your blog!

Here you go. All Sterek. - Anastasia

Originally posted by fourteenisaac

Open It and Follow by dancinbutterfly

(1/1 I 3,611 I Explicit)

Fraternity Brother Derek may be an Omega but he’s no one’s bitch. Still he heats up whenever he has the chance to get at a knot - he just doesn’t usually care about the knothead attached. Problem is this Alpha Stiles seems special. He’s not quite sure how to deal with that.

Hale Yes: A Story of Stiles’ Ruined Life (That Got So Much Better) by StonyAvengerGirl16 (CharmedBritannia)

(6/6 I 6,896 I Teen)

Stiles is a somewhat awkward college freshman who wants to major in Forensic Science. Sure, he grew into his gangly limbs, and sure, he’s pretty smart, but his insistent rambling and ADHD tendencies require a special brand of person to handle. Derek is the campus’ most famous English major, and one of the extremely sexy yet extremely intimidating Hale siblings. So when their paths cross, all of a sudden Stile’s life turns out much harder than it was supposed to be.

Who Knew by SourWolfie (pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel)

(26/26 I 88,161 I Explicit)

Stiles finally scraped together enough money to get his own apartment and he’s really fucking proud of it, okay? He just wishes shit would stop breaking. He also wishes he hadn’t just bitched out his incredibly hot landlord, but that ship has sailed right along with his dignity.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

(31/31 I 203,777 I Mature)

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

*

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Ocean Eyes

Based on this song.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: MAJOR ANGST!

Originally posted by thesilentages

I’ve been watching you
For some time
Can’t stop staring at those ocean eyes

Infatuation was synonymous with stupidity for you, a girl who didn’t believe in the magic of fairy tales. Fate did not drive people to love, it drove them to greatness; a conduit for the ambitious to make sense of the talents guarded by self-doubt and reservation. You liked to think that no matter what happened, a higher power would be looking after you, centring you to the right course, sending winds to fill your sails along the correct path. If they were Gods, angelic creatures, or a simple act of nature, they did not bother themselves with the entangling of hearts. Love wasn’t as important as true purpose, and your purpose was to be great. You had set your sights high, expectations low. After all, the Gods were anything but fair.

You had excepted this understanding of the world, of what would come and how it was influenced. And then he had to come along, untangling every red string, unravelling the complex map until it was just a heap of yarn. He enticed you, enveloping your thoughts no matter how hard you tried to shut him out. Even in sleep, when darkness would encapsulate your mind, the oceans would burst through with ferocity, demanding to be felt, forcing you under the waves. You were drowning, and falling at the same time. A nightmare disguised as a dream.

You were the shadows, the eyes lurking from the back of the room. The steady thrum of an evening storm, the eventual fade of an echo. He had pulled you into the harsh light, holding your hands so you couldn’t cover your eyes. He had turned your thunder into lightning, your echo into a scream. And he had tugged you under, forcing you to paddle upwards, terrified and choking for air. Then once you’d break the surface, another wave would throw you back into the depths. He made you feel unpredictable and irrational, made you question everything you thought you were.

But the ocean could be calm too. For every wild storm, there were still days. Days where he’d send you a smile, or call your name softly, beckoning you to join him in the shallow, innocent waters.

That’s how he managed to always catch you in a riptide.

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Thieves Among Us (3/5)

Let Jon have his armies and his devoted wildlings and the love of their people, she thinks. Let him have his dragon queen. She’s in possession of a secret, tragic as it may be, but at least it’s entirely her own. For Sansa, that’s more than enough. It has to be. Rated M; inspired by content from S7. Previous chapters can be found here.


Sansa’s eyes dawned with realization while she stared back at him, her face a kaleidoscope of surprise and panic that burst wide open before swallowing itself up again as she recovered from his unexpected appearance.  

“Hello, Jon,” she greeted evenly. Sansa may have had the sense to speak first, but her tone was distant—as distant as it had been when she’d spoken to him on the rampart. It was like she had thrown ice water over him, jolting him out of his dazed bewilderment. The fact that she sounded so casual, as if her presence wasn’t anything strange to ponder over whatsoever, only set him off the edge just a little further.

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He’s saltier than the Atlantic Ocean.
—  Dazai Osamu about Chuuya Nakahara

kristindarknight  asked:

Do you guys know of any stories where Stiles does not know of the supernatural? Thanks for everything you guys do ❤

While he does eventually find out, he at least starts out not knowing about werewolves/the supernatural in all of these.  Hope that still works ;)  Enjoy!  -Emmy

Originally posted by jonathanohhey

A Pinch of Humanity by DameGlammer 

(5,229 I Not Rated * WIP)   *sterek

“He couldn’t be that bad,” Lydia says during lunch.

“Derek or his boyfriend?” Scott asks as he tries to swallow half his sandwich in one go.

“The guy couldn’t be that bad, I mean what would it take to get Derek in a relationship?” Lydia says dismissing what Scott said.

In which Stiles isn’t a local of Beacon Hills and wasn’t caught up with all the voodoo crap that’s happening but he’s still Derek’s boyfriend anyway.

Basic Rules of Office Conduct by Marishna 

(5,934 I Explicit I Series WIP)  *au, boss/employee, sterek, lawyer!derek

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Stiles said politely as he approached them and tried to look sheepish. The corner of Derek’s mouth twitched up before he could hide it. “I was wondering if I could run something by you about a potential safety hazard, Mr. Hale?”

A Slight Problem by kaistrex (weishen) 

(5,839 I General I Complete)  *sterek, kid!stiles, kid!derek

The Hale family dog takes a shine to seven-year-old Stiles.

Full Moon Blooms by pibroch (littleblackdog) 

7,729 I Teen I Complete)  *boyd/stiles, past Steter, florist!stiles, florist!peter

Stiles had basically been bullied into creeping on the guy, and it was sort of easier to go along with this bullshit if he could keep a little distance from reality.  “Hottie Accountant” was a concept, an avatar— the Platonic form of the perfect guy, so of course Stiles would never have the balls to ask him out.  “Vernon Boyd” was a real person, and thus theoretically attainable. And in that case, theoretically, Stiles was a jackass who’d been pathetically pining over the dude for way too long.  

Whenever possible, Stiles preferred to forget that he’d become the weirdo florist stalker of a real person.

The Shortcut by ExpectroPatronum74 

(12,543 I Teen I WIP)  *sterek, mates

Stiles takes a shortcut through the woods on his way home from work one stormy night and meets an unexpected creature.
Can this chance encounter help him get through the tough life altering changes that go along with graduating high school and having all of his friends leave for different universities around the country? Will Stiles find comfort and hope from the one person who has lost all hope on his journey of self discovery, or will they come together to fill in the missing pieces in each other’s lives?

It’s Gotta Be a Teenage Love Story by Niallerandhazzagirl89 

(34,162 I Mature I Complete)   *sterek, highschool au, highschool!derek

Derek Hale is new to school, on his first day Stiles shows him around on his first day of school, they develop a fast frienship but as time goes on stiles finds him falling for his new best friend. Will the feelings be mutual?

Suspicious Minds by HaleHole (SweetFanfics) 

(40,105 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek, dad!stiles

“Don’t feed Balto your pizza,” Stiles mildly warns his daughter.

“Derek.”

Stiles pauses, mouth open and cheese sliding off the pizza as he parrots, “Derek? Who’s Derek?”

His daughter rolls her eyes, like Stiles has just asked her the dumbest question ever. “The wolf, Daddy!”

“You changed his name?” Stiles asks in surprise. Usually she’s pretty set about naming things. Her doll’s name was decided two seconds after receiving it, the car has been Alonzo for three years now, and the toaster ‘Pop’ for the last six months.

Meg nods, prodding the sliding cheese back on top of her slice. “Yeah. He told me his name is Derek. And that he doesn’t really like Balto.”

“Is that right?” he asks, eyeing the wolf who seems far too interested in watching a pair of animated moose arguing. It’s official. This wolf is weird. This whole situation is weird.


Separated from Laura after being cornered by some hunters, an injured Derek finds himself being rescued by Stiles and his young daughter. In more than one way.

Who Knew by SourWolfie (pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel) 

(88,161 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek, college au, magic!stiles

Stiles finally scraped together enough money to get his own apartment and he’s really fucking proud of it, okay? He just wishes shit would stop breaking. He also wishes he hadn’t just bitched out his incredibly hot landlord, but that ship has sailed right along with his dignity. 

This is Beacon Hills by Weesageechak 

(177,760 I Mature I WIP)  *sterek, rape/noncon

Stiles is the new kid in town. He’s not amused at the prospect of having to spend the rest of his high school years in the pit of utter boredom that is Beacon Hills, with its painfully suburban neighborhoods and mind-numbingly tedious citizens. However, Stiles can’t shake off this peculiar feeling - like he’s missing something, like the whole town is in on a conspiracy, even his dorky dad, and - what on earth is up with this dude called Derek Hale?

As the veil is gradually being pulled back on the deeply magical place that is Beacon Hills, Stiles suddenly finds himself in the middle of supernatural affairs in a town full of crazypeople and before he even knows what hit him, he’s already in too deep. Beacon Hills has profoundly and irrevocably changed him, and Stiles - he wouldn’t want it to be any different.

Honeymooners Pt 5

Who knows? Not I! But everyone is so nice and I finally got to the end of my ideas so now it will definitely slow down for real, so like probably nothing today/tomorrow but maybe? I don’t know. I write so sporadically… Appreciate all the lovely lovely feedback and seriously, if you have any suggestions/ideas please let me know, I’d be happy to try and include them. (namely things to do on a honeymoon)


The tram bounced and and swayed, winding its way down the mountainside and towards the beach. You sat with your arms crossed protectively over your chest, beach wrap wrapped tightly around you while you still had its comforting presence. Mostly you focused on your breathing.

Loki, meanwhile, leaned back easily, legs spread wide apart with one arm resting protectively on your shoulder as the tram moved along.

It was a hanging tram, seating about eight passengers but only you and Loki rode at this time. It sailed along marvelously over the treetops, offering a beautiful view of the beach and surrounding countryside. For you though, the view was mostly lost as you wracked your nerves over having to see Loki naked as well as him seeing you completely exposed.

“Is it really a nude required beach, surely no one is going to enforce it?” You grumbled, studying your hands.

Loki chuckled, “Well, I suggest we try and fit in darling, but if you’re too shy, I will defend your honor.”

“Really?”

Loki shrugged, idly toying with your hair, “Of course. I must say, your modesty is amusing, I can’t think of a single instance in all the time we’ve known each other that I’ve seen you this nervous, nor naked as I am surely about to.”

You bit your lip, “I haven’t seen you naked either.”

Again, Loki shrugged, “There are bathhouses frequented on Asgard, being nude is hardly unheard of.”

“That sounds dreadful.” It sounded interesting if you were being honest. You weren’t as shy normally as you felt right now, but the idea of seeing Loki in all his glory both intrigued and excited you, but you feared how your body might react. Without the safety of cover, it might be immediately apparent how you feel about him and that could ruin whatever relationship the two of you had built. It interested you that Loki’s body had responded in such a way to yours this morning, but physical stimuli could cause all sorts of reactions and you hardly felt flattered.

“Beach.” A mechanical voice announced as the doors slid open. A dazed looking couple stood outside the door, barely covered in towels and leaning on each other as they giggled giddily at one another. They noticed you and Loki and their shy giggles increased as they slowly scrambled into the tram. You waited for them before nervously gripping Loki’s hand and dragging him after you.

Two small huts, clearly marked as bathrooms as well as showers for rinsing off the salt water stood a short distance from where the tram landed.

“I guess there’s lockers in there for our things?” You asked.

Loki shook his head, “There’s enclosures throughout the beach as private secluded areas for couples to well,” he cleared his throat and looked at you pointedly, “each corresponds with the room number.”

“There is no shame here.” You muttered.

Loki laughed, “It’s a lovers’ resort, they were very clear in their intentions of what couples do.”

Sighing, you nodded, “Alright, well based on the number system, we’re over there.”

Moans and grunts grew louder as you approached various enclosures, the sounds slowly waning as you distanced yourself from each place. Some were quiet, faint sounds of conversations, others had soft screams occasionally peppering the air.

“Someone could be murdered out here and no one would know.” You exclaimed.

Loki laughed, “I think most have other ideas in mind.”

“Can never be too cautious.” Your words faded as a naked couple walked past you and Loki, bodies hanging on each other as they kissed. You blinked hard, face flushed as you looked at Loki’s face. “I uh…”

Loki raised his eyebrow unperturbed. Another couple passed you, equally bare and you forced yourself to continue looking ahead. “This is so awkward,” you muttered out of the corner of your mouth.”

“We’re almost to our base of sorts.”

“Oh good!” There was a hanging curtain covering the entrance and you rushed in, tripping and collapsing onto a pile of pillows. You slowly rolled over and looked around. It was really just a small room, a pile of pillowy cushions resting in the middle as a sort of makeshift bed with no ceiling. You could lay here and stargaze if you wanted, you realized, though the sun was still crawling upwards. “This is nice.” You tilted your head to the side.

Loki looked around the small space and nodded, “Agreed, a little place of solitude, you can bathe in the sun or other activities, depending on what you choose to partake in. I wish I had thought to bring a book.”

“Unless it was a sex book, people might talk.”

Loki rolled his eyes, “I’m sure the cover could be adjusted to suit my needs.”

“I wonder where Clara and Toran are, we forgot to ask their room number. Maybe they’re in the water.” You thought of Clara’s look at Loki and found you didn’t want her seeing him naked, that surge of possessiveness welled once more within you.

Loki sank down into the cushions beside you, trying to get comfortable. “Well this was your idea. However you want to go forward, I will follow. We still have to meet the owner and I doubt he would be minding his guests in such a location, so this is for relaxation.”

“This is hardly relaxing.” You grumbled, “why can’t it be clothing optional, not nude required?”

Loki laughed, “Your modesty continues to amuse me.” He sat up and pulled off his shirt, laying back once more and resting his arm over his eyes as he lay soaking in the sun. His skin was so pale, yet the rippling of his toned muscles beneath his abdomen had your legs squirming together. If Loki shirtless could excite you… You forced the thought away, as always it came creeping back.

“You can take off your wrap I suppose, allow your body to absorb the vitamins from the sunlight.” Loki lifted his hand and offered you a crooked smile.

“Yea, yea,” you stood up and undid the towel, bunching it up as an extra pillow beneath your head.

Loki’s hand quickly returned to covering his eyes but a ghost of a smile stayed on his face. “Our work from this morning has stayed.”

You looked down at the bruises on your hips and grimaced, they were quite tender. “We really should go to the water, anyone who doesn’t visit the beach… that’s got to be suspicious.”

Loki nodded absently, “Shall I lead or will you strip first.”

You bit at your lip nervously, trying to think of which would be worse. Apparently you stayed quiet for too long, for Loki grunted and slowly straightened up. As he stood, he pulled his swim trunks down, revealing himself in all his nude glory. Your eyes widened, for sitting up you were almost at the height to stare directly at his manhood. You quickly looked away, sinking your teeth into your fist as you tried to stay quiet and aloof.

The brief glimpse you had been unable to ignore of Loki, he was massive, truly a god in his own right. No wonder he had that extra strip of leather hanging over his regular armor, he was walking around with a deadly weapon. A whole stream of thoughts, each ogling and marveling at him ran through your head as your mind all but blanked.

“Darling, are you going to now or do you need help?”

You leapt to your feet, faking a coughing fit as you looked anywhere but at the ground. “I got it.” You turned your back to him, slowly undoing the straps of your bikini top and discarding it beside Loki’s swim trunks. Breathing in deeply, eyes closed, you shimmied out of your bottoms, struggling to maintain your composure as Loki stood a close distance behind you.

You’re just getting undressed for a shower, like you do every day,’ you told yourself, slowly spinning around and folding your arms over your chest. “Ok.” You squeaked, pressing your knees together.

Loki’s gaze flickered down but quickly returned to your face. “You look very lovely.” He muttered, his voice sounding strained. Clearing his throat, Loki glanced away, “Shall we, erm, shall we go to the water?”

You allowed a brief smile of victory, pleased that Loki suddenly seemed more self conscious. “Now who’s the shy one?” You taunted.

Loki placed his hands on his hips and you fought the urge to follow their movements. “You’re still covering yourself love, have some confidence, you’re certainly not hard to look at.”

“That was almost a compliment.” You struggled to stop yet another blush.

Loki chuckled, “I’m almost good at them.”

“You’re an ass.”

Loki twisted his back, glancing down at his own behind. “It’s there, care to kiss it, as they say?”

You covered your eyes, groaning loudly as you grabbed his forearm and dragged him from the enclosure. “My day job is much easier than this.” You grumbled.

Loki laughed, “I’d imagine it is. I must say, this is far more amusing though.”

You had come to the end of the sea of tent like enclosures, finally reaching an open expanse of the beach. You had never seen so many naked people spread out on towels and under umbrellas, dozing in the morning sunlight.

“That’s a lot of people.” Loki commented idly.

“Let’s just get to the water, the sooner I can cover myself, the better I’ll feel.”

Loki wrapped his hands around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, “I saw one of your Midgardian movies, one of the characters said ‘flaunt it if you’ve got it’. I think it’s fair to say you should flaunt it.” He pecked your cheek lightly before passing in front of you, grabbing your hand and tugging you along.

A genuine smile, appreciating the kindness of Loki’s words crossed your face and you tilted your head to the side, allowing him to lead you. Clearly your infatuation was not misplaced.

  • Dazai: If you stand for nothing Chuuya what do you fall for!?
  • Chuuya: Not your bullshit, for starters.

anonymous asked:

K so you're taking short writing requests, right? I have one: The squad finds out Lance can really sing/dance by watching a personal video they accidently found in his room. They blackmail him by threatening to show Allura the video which he's embarrassed by and is forced to sing/dance a song for them. You can decide whether to put Shiro in it or not I really don't mind either way

“Guys, how did you even find this?” Lance asks, throwing his arms up in the air and then pointing at the video of him playing on Pidge’s laptop. “I didn’t even know where that went until today.”

“I went snooping around in your room ‘cause I wanted to hang out.” Pidge replies, still focused on the younger Lance on the screen. “You didn’t tell me you were a youtube sensation.” She giggles. 

“I helped record some of his videos, after we became roommates.” Hunk supplies, “But this is an older one, maybe two years ago?”

The younger Lance in the video was playing a guitar through the crappy camera, his voice coming through Pidge’s laptop all grainy and ugly. Lance had better videos, but those were back home and on another USB. Peering over Pidge’s shoulder, where Keith and Shiro were also situated. The song he was singing was some type of Spanglish version and he could so clearly hear the running of cars and noises behind his bedroom door. 

Lance could not believe that Pidge found this USB. “I want this back you little shit.” He mock growls, reaching to steal the USB right out of her laptop. She pulls it away before he could grab it though. 

“Nope!” She grins. “Payback for not being there when you promised me that we were going to hang out.”

“I was busy cleaning Blue!” He whines, but he knows Pidge isn’t really angry. She just wants him to suffer for a little while longer. “Don’t be such a rude child, Pidge.”

“You’re pretty good at singing, Lance.” Shiro muses. The embarrassed flush on the back of his neck turns darker and rises to his ears. “You should sing for us.”

Keith, knowingly, nudges Lance with a small smirk. “I-I don’t really sing in front of people anymore.” Lance stammers. “It’s too embarrassing now, and I don’t have my guitar.” 

“Give us two hours and Hunk and I can make you one.” Pidge says, giving a thumbs up to the bigger engineer. “Better than your old one, anyways.”

“Lucy and I had a great relationship and you can’t replace it with some shoddy space guitar!” Lance exclaims, putting a hand to his chest in offense. “You can try, but it won’t be better, not by a longshot.” He misses the fond look that Shiro sends his way while Lance talks about his guitar, but Keith doesn’t and his smirk widens. 

“Sing for us, or I’m showing this video to Allura.” Pidge says, closing the video and opening up a cringier version. A young, fifteen year old Lance singing along to some old Beatles tune. Admittedly, his voice wasn’t too bad, but the fact that he recorded himself and uploaded them was a little too shameful for him to remember. Especially with that hair and acne, yikes. “You guys are on good terms now, but she’ll definitely take it and use this against you, you know.”

Lance grumbles, knowing the way the Princess would tease him over and over again. “Fine, whatever, if you can build a better guitar than Lucy, then maybe I’ll sing a song or two for you.” He looks at the group, who smile at him gratefully and the looks on their faces overwhelm his embarrassment. 

“Could I request a song, then?” Keith asks, and, to be completely honest, Lance had never believed that Keith actually listened to music that wasn’t the X-Files theme. Lance casts a wary look on his face but nods anyways. 

“I wanna request a song too!” Pidge exclaims, and soon the four remaining paladins of Voltron are clamouring over each other with song requests and asking permission to. Lance grumbles, knowing how happy they are and letting them enjoy their time. 

“One song request, each.” Lance says, but he knows that he’s also just as excited and giddy as them, finally able to hold a guitar in his hand and to sing in front of the others. At the knowledge, the rest of his team pauses to think about their requests. “You guys can decide on your top three, because I don’t know if I’ll know a lot of your songs, but by the end of the two hours you can tell me and I’ll play them.” 

He doesn’t miss the way everyone looks when he says that, because the atmosphere is lighter and the entire group looks so happy and relaxed that Lance wishes that he could always sing them songs to calm them down. 

He doesn’t miss the way the group separates, with Shiro putting a warm hand on his shoulder and thanks him for the effort. He misses the way Shiro’s grateful smile turns down and the older man leans forward, because Pidge is pulling Lance along to talk about his music taste so he can provide the best possible concert that the Alteans have ever seen.

Unsurprisingly, they actually do build a slightly better guitar than Lucy, and somehow everyone in gathered in the common room with Lance sitting in a high chair with the space guitar in his arms. The weight of it is slightly heavier, and the neck of the guitar is made of malleable but thick metal with another metal body with a thinner substand that resonated better, somehow, than wood. 

He plays around with chords, starting off with simple ones before muscle memory kicks in and he starts to play more complicated chords. Fingers moving across the fret board and loving the feeling of home in his hands. 

He looks up nervously at the group, who’s already focused on him with intent. “Shiro?” He turns to the leader. “What’s your request?” He asks shyly. Allura asks Hunk what he’s talking about, and the man explains quietly as Shiro smiles at him. 

“Any Elvis song.” Shiro says, and Lance nervously plucks the strings and thinks for a moment before grinning widely. 

He plays the opening notes for a moment, letting the tune ring out before clearing his throat to sing. His ears flushed red while he got ready to sing. 

Wise men say, 

Only fools fall in

But I can’t help falling in love with you

Keith rolls his eyes, Allura coos, Hunk and Pidge both snicker at the expected song. Lance doesn’t stare at either of them, because Shiro’s grin is blinding and Lance focuses on him to get rid of his nerves. 

His voice is rough but smooth, notes sailing along the room while they close their eyes at the calming song. Lance prides himself on being better at singing after his growth spurt. 

Like a river flows,

Surely to the sea,

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be