For the fanfic trope. A Hogwarts au please and thank you
Ok so before we start the fic, I gotta tell you guys a story. So hogwarts aus are always A PAIN because you usually have to sort the characters into houses, and people get really opinionated about it haha. Like most people will be chill, but then there will be that one guy who’s like “yeah so hunk is such a slytherin”, to which I’ll be like “meet me in the pit you limp dick!”
So anyway, I asked my boyfriend how he would sort the Voltron kids as I was pretty stumped. And he just goes: “Shiro, Lance and hunk are in gryffindor. Pidge is ravenclaw.”
“Hunk is gryffindor?”
“Yeah! I’d say hunk is pretty heroic.”
“And what about Keith?”
“…. I totally forgot he was a character.”
*cue me howling with laughter*
“Alright Keith is hufflepuff because I forgot about him and no one cares about hufflepuff”
So in honour of my dumbass boyfriend, have some gryffindor shiro, hunk and lance, with ravenclaw pidge and Allura, and hufflepuff keith.
Lance, hunk and Keith are fifth year’s at hogwarts and have settled well into their lives at hogwarts. Hunk and Lance became fast friends when they were assigned as roommates in their first year. Their relationship… well specifically lance’s relationship, with Keith had been much rockier. Lance had tried out for the quidditch team and failed, he had been pretty bereft until hunk had explained that first years never made the team. But Keith became the youngest seeker in hufflepuff history. From then on lance decided that Keith needed to be DESTROYED.
But their relationship has since mellowed. Lance became a chaser in his second year under Shiro’s recommendation, and has proved himself to be a valuable member of the team, scoring goals from impossible distances. Hunk is the worlds most savage beater. It’s not unusual to find him at the hospital wing with some fresh brownies for another poor quidditch player that has broken an arm to his hits.
Keith and lance’s rivalry becomes much more joking and teasing, with both of them always volunteering to duel against each other in defence against the dark arts. Professor Alfor has stopped pairing them together. Which is good cuz Keith usually wins. But it’s ok, because Lance is Coran’s favourite student, and he may have sicked a hippogriff on Keith in one of the care of magical creatures classes.
Keith starts sneaking into the gryffindor dorm at night, and Shiro turns a blind eye when he sees him sneaking out in the morning. Keith, hunk and lance stay up late, eating sweets, telling ghost stories, and since Keith is muggle born, he tells them all about their technology and traditions. Keith gets an iPod for Xmas and it BLOWS LANCES MIND. Keith let’s Lance listen to it when they share a bed. Hunk has hit puberty pretty well already, and is too broad now to share with either of them. There’s still the usual “augh! Get your cold feet off of me!”, “did you take a nap in the lake? You real of rotten seaweed”, “better than smelling like sweat and hair grease!” before they pop in the iPod earbuds and drift off to sleep. If hunk catches them frequently spooning he doesn’t say anything.
They have potions with haggar, and both Keith and lance groan. Lance is…. ok at potions, but haggar is such a bitter old crone. He’d much prefer to have someone like Thane as his teacher. Keith is fucking atrocious. He lacks the patience and finesse. Both of them owe all their passing grades to hunk. Hunk is a natural. He’s able to look at potion recipes and mutter “that’s awful advice” under his breath as he goes off book and makes something that impresses even haggar.
They’re making love potions this day. Specifically amortentia, which they’re told will smell like smell like something amazing when it’s finished, but it’s specific to each potion. Hunk finishes his first and reports it smells like fresh baked bread, hot sugar, and nutmeg. Lance is frowning at his cauldron.
“What’s up?” Hunk asks.
“I think I fucked it up. Mine swells like musk and sweat.” He wrinkles his nose. Hunk laughs and goes through all the steps with him, and Lance confirms that he’s done everything. Hunk shrugs.
“Maybe that’s what you’re into? Sweat and musk” he laughs.
“Sweat, musk and soap. Like that real basic kind Kei…” Lance face scrunches like he’s eaten a lemon. He no longer talks about what his potion smells like.
Keith has been perfectly silent on the other side of the table, as his cauldron wafts out the smell of salt, crashing waves, and green tea facial masks.