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scriveynerTitle: rancid smell
Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
AU: Werewolf AU
Characters/Pairing: Shiro/Keith/Lance
Rating: T
Length: 333
Summary:
Lance woke to Keith jabbing him in the side, and that was, frankly, unacceptable so he responded in kind by kicking Keith. Well, it was more an attempt to kick Keith as they were both suitably tangled in the bedding and Lance wasn’t sure he made contact, but Keith jabbed him again and without opening his eyes Lance groped above his head for a pillow to wing at Keith before he realized that the demilitarized zone that Shiro occupied in their bed had been breached. He lifted his head and stared over the mound of covers at a half-awake Keith. “Dude, what time is it?”
There was honestly no telling what time it was because the first concession Lance had made in the relationship was the installation of Keith’s precious black-out curtains to ensure that absolutely zero daylight made it into the bedroom. Lance mourned the thought of Shiro dusted gold by morning sunlight, but the sex was freaking fantastic so he was willing to cope. Lance wrinkled his nose as he got a good whiff of the air. “And what is that smell?”
They found Shiro in the kitchen, in his off-limits zone. “Shiro!” Lance said, scandalized, wearing only one of Shiro’s button-up shirts. Keith had begrudging followed Lance out of the room, having pulled on his favorite hoodie just in case the sun was extra-offensive. “What the hell are you doing?”
Shiro looked up and grinned, as if he wasn’t flagrantly disregarding Lance’s rule #6. “Good morning!”
“What did those eggs ever do to you?” Keith asked rubbing one eye and squinting into the rubbish bin. “They were eggs, right? Not the bacon? Lance might actually bite you this time if you wasted his bacon again.”
“I didn’t waste his bacon,” Shiro said. “I’m just making eggs today.”
Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
AU: Werewolf AU
Characters/Pairing: Shiro/Keith/Lance
Rating: T
Length: 333
Summary:
Lance woke to Keith jabbing him in the side, and that was, frankly, unacceptable so he responded in kind by kicking Keith. Well, it was more an attempt to kick Keith as they were both suitably tangled in the bedding and Lance wasn’t sure he made contact, but Keith jabbed him again and without opening his eyes Lance groped above his head for a pillow to wing at Keith before he realized that the demilitarized zone that Shiro occupied in their bed had been breached. He lifted his head and stared over the mound of covers at a half-awake Keith. “Dude, what time is it?”
There was honestly no telling what time it was because the first concession Lance had made in the relationship was the installation of Keith’s precious black-out curtains to ensure that absolutely zero daylight made it into the bedroom. Lance mourned the thought of Shiro dusted gold by morning sunlight, but the sex was freaking fantastic so he was willing to cope. Lance wrinkled his nose as he got a good whiff of the air. “And what is that smell?”
They found Shiro in the kitchen, in his off-limits zone. “Shiro!” Lance said, scandalized, wearing only one of Shiro’s button-up shirts. Keith had begrudging followed Lance out of the room, having pulled on his favorite hoodie just in case the sun was extra-offensive. “What the hell are you doing?”
Shiro looked up and grinned, as if he wasn’t flagrantly disregarding Lance’s rule #6. “Good morning!”
“What did those eggs ever do to you?” Keith asked rubbing one eye and squinting into the rubbish bin. “They were eggs, right? Not the bacon? Lance might actually bite you this time if you wasted his bacon again.”
“I didn’t waste his bacon,” Shiro said. “I’m just making eggs today.”
