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[It's been an amazingly peaceful couple of days on the Castle of Lions. No Galra attacks, no distress calls, no alarms going off at five in the morning for training. Lance has been in a great mood due to it. As well, he's taken the time to exploring the castle a bit more, going into rooms that none of them have bothered to really go into.

One such place appears to be a sort of rec room--a media room, even, with what looks to be a screen on the wall. In the room are a large assortment of blankets, pillows, and a few couches and armchairs. It takes Lance half a minute to come up with his brilliant plan.

Later that day, he shoots Keith a text over their communicators for him to swing by the room, giving him directions to it. When said boyfriend arrives, he'll be seeing an elaborate blanket fort set up.]

the_tailor

[Visit your tío y tía in Texas, they said. It'll be a fun summer, they said. You can learn a ton by helping out on a farm for a few weeks, they said.

He's been here half a day and is immediately regretting it. While the place is charming and he is glad to see his relatives, he's quickly learning that this isn't just going to be a typical summer vacation. No, he's going to be a glorified farmhand.

His skin is going to be ruined by the end of summer.

Lance grumbles to himself a little as he trudges over to the barn, figuring he'd at least familiarize himself with the animals he's going to be helping take care of for the next while.]

the_tailor

[Sometimes, he swore he was the only person on this ship who cared about proper skin care. It wasn't as if the other members of Team Voltron had a lack of hygeine, but they could be doing so much better. Even Hunk sat him down and told him he's not getting into Lance's mess of face masks or toners or moisturizers, as much as they're BFFs. Pidge just stared at him oddly, Shiro gave him a pat on the head and said he just wasn't into that kind of thing (but of course, the man's eyeliner was still on point, much to Lance's chagrin), and he wasn't even going to bother asking Keith. Lance loves Coran like an uncle or even a sort of father figure, but he was best in small doses, not for a relaxing evening.

That left one person. One beauty that had to at least do this herself sometimes.

It's one late evening, after dinner, that Lance knocks at Allura's door with a bag at his side.]

Princess?

the_tailor

[It wasn't the victory parade that Lance had always had a dream about, but there was a party held in their honor after their latest planet liberation. Lance had only managed to convince Allura and Shiro to let them stay for it because manners and it would just be rude to refuse something like that.

(It wasn't just because he wanted to party, nope, not at all.)

The food is good, the drinks are delicious, and the music strange but catchy. It's about time they had some relaxation. God knows they deserved it.]

the_tailor

[By now, Lance has lost track of how long he's been the Galra's prisoner. Has it been weeks since that botched infiltration mission? Months? Did it matter? Long enough had passed that he was almost positive that his team wasn't coming for him. Undoubtedly they already had a new Blue Paladin by now and were doing just fine without him. It'd explain why there hadn't been a single rescue effort (at least, that he'd heard of).

Of course, he couldn't just forget them. Not when his current role was plaything to a soldier who was the spitting image of Shiro. The same physique, the same hair, the same face--the physical difference was the eyes, a shining Galra yellow. In hindsight, maybe the face couldn't be even called recognizable considering how often it was twisted into a grin completely unlike one the real Shiro would ever make.

He didn't know who this person was, why he looked like Shiro, and he sure wasn't told. Why would he be, when all he was was a slave?

Lance has been alone in the soldier's room for hours, clad only in the sheer thigh-high black stockings and long, fingerless gloves that had been left in a box at the bedside. Kuro, so he'd been having Lance call him, had been in and out of the room a time or two today, only to leave and keep him waiting some more. A fitting treatment for a restless youth who craved too much attention.]

the_tailor

Gen texting? Sexting? Midnight texting? Whatever else? Hit Lance up here. Threads in here for category purposes.

the_tailor

[This is happening. This is really actually happening. In the span of one text conversation, he's gone from pining to making sexy plans with the guy he's been crushing on for longer than he cares to admit. It's difficult to not be nervous, but he's tried to calm his nerves best he could, taking a brief shower to get himself nice and squeaky clean in preparation for what's about to happen.

He stares at himself in the mirror before fastening his robe closed. Lance has always been a little self conscious about the way he looks, so he just hopes Keith will like what he sees.

A few deep breaths later, he struts out the door and turns about to...the door a few feet over, next to his. And knocks.]

the_tailor

[That Keith had no shortage of injuries from his time on that base was worrying enough. But even once he'd had a quick stint in the healing pod, there was something...off. Something making him more withdrawn than he normally was. Lance had observed him enough (whether he wanted to admit it or not) to know if something was wrong.

Out of everyone, he knows that he's last on the list of people Keith would want to talk to. But here Lance is anyway, knocking at the red paladin's door one late evening.]

the_tailor

(Note: I play with a lot of different people but this should apply to all of your characters anyway :D)

( All the love )

the_tailor

[Most everyone on the ship had their usual spots and things to do in their downtime. Pidge would be messing about on her laptop somewhere, Hunk would be in a workshop tinkering (or in the kitchen doing the same but with food), Allura would be on the main deck planning things out (usually with Shiro), Coran would be....doing Coran things. Lance didn't particularly have a niche, though, so he often found himself bouncing from person to person.

His boyfriend, of course, was often in the training room. Lance never cared too much for training, but he always loved watching Keith do so. Right now, he's in the control room/viewing room/whatever, watching intently as Keith fights one of the Gladiators.

Damn, his boy looks good. He's not in his armor right now, so even from this distance, Lance can appreciate the way his body moves and the fine sheen of sweat on his skin. He hits the button by the microphone in order to filter his voice into the room.]

Kick its ass, baby!

the_tailor

[It was good to have time to themselves. Allura and Coran were strategizing, Shiro was training, Hunk and Pidge were working on some invention or another. Which left just Lance and Keith sitting together in what had been since designated the rec room, lounging about on the couch. And damned if Lance wasn't going to make the best of their alone time together.

He pulls away from a deep, messy kiss, proudly looking at his boyfriend's completely flushed features before him. Keith is straddling him, feeling nice and wonderful in Lance's lap.]

Gorgeous, babe. Y'know, I think I want you just like this...

[Before he leans in for another kiss, he yanks Keith's shirt right off of him. Stupid fabric is in the way.]

the_tailor

[It's been three years since they left Earth. Two years since Lance and Keith confessed to each other that despite their bickering, they'd grown to have feelings for each other. Two years of blissful days and nights, of fights with each other that they'd thankfully gotten through, weathering the challenges of both their relationship and their battle against the Galra.

They were still young. Very young. Barely even of legal drinking age in some countries. But their lives were dangerous. Either one of them could die at any time, as they constantly put their lives on the line day after day. It was one of the reasons that had led Lance to make this decision.

He had no clue how Keith would react. Lance had been planning this for a month, fretting about it, constantly rambling to Hunk about how worried he was that Keith would say no. That it'd damage things between them forever. But ultimately, he decided that he wanted to do this. Needed to do this.

He'd asked Keith to meet him on one of the ship's observation decks, the one that they had first confessed to each other on. In his jacket pocket is a ring he'd bought on a planet they had stopped by. It was perfect, and one of the things that finally pushed him into making the decision.

Fiddling with the ring in his pocket, Lance forces himself to take deep breaths. He prayed this would go well.]

the_tailor

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the_tailor

[Why does he still have this stupid thing? Lance isn't entirely sure. He isn't even entirely sure why he got it in the first place. The nurse costume fits him like a glove, and he's got it all down to the fishnet thigh highs and shiny red high heels. While part of him feels embarrassed to be wearing it, he can't help but admit that he looks good in it. So there's that, at least.

He's texted Keith to invite him over to his room, and stands in front of a mirror, fiddling with his stocking and little hat nervously. God, he's so worried his boyfriend is going to laugh hard enough to alert the entire ship.]

the_tailor

[Lance can't help but feel like this is just going to be the set-up to one bad PUNK'D joke. For better or for worse, he'd all but spilled out all of his feelings to the red paladin, down to the fact that he was practically in love with him.

There hadn't been any laughing at Keith's end, which was a good thing, but he's still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It's late night aboard the Castle of Lions. Lance lounges about the kitchen at their appointed meeting time, apprehensively drumming his fingertips on the table. Sure, he's been on plenty of dates before, but this couldn't be more different than them. Plus, it's Keith.

Keith, who's of course five minutes late so far. He wonders if he's just going to be stood up. Probably the least embarrassing option, really....]

the_tailor

[He's tried his best to get it all together. His place or Shiro's place? Neither, because he's trying to get everything perfect. He has the movie. He has himself. And he has the view of space.

It's a room he's only discovered in the last week, a place that has windows on every side but the floor. Lance has gotten it all ready, tons of blankets and pillows on the floor to be a makeshift mattress, with Pidge's laptop in front of it with that silly movie Shiro wants to watch.

Lance waits for him there, clad in his pajamas, post dinner. Hoping for the best. Hoping he can get this all right.]

the_tailor

[Lance would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't nervous at all.

He hadn't expected Keith to be receptive to his flirting and propositions, but he was, and then some. Frankly, more than Lance had ever expected the other paladin to be capable of. This crush--a little more than a crush by now, to be honest--had been harboring in Lance for a long time now, but he'd always thought it an impossible fantasy.

And yet here he is now, knocking on Keith's door after a very explicit invitation after a very explicit conversation.]

Okay, Lance, you totally got this...

the_tailor

[It was difficult to get privacy sometimes. It wasn't that they had to hide their relationship; Lance was openly bisexual and openly fond of his boyfriend. Privacy was the issue. Lance's room at his house didn't have a lock, and it felt as if every time he and Keith were starting to get hot and heavy, one of his siblings would burst in demanding that they play video games or something with them. Keith's house was out of the question.

More often than usual, their make-out sessions would take place in random locations on the high school campus, trying to stay away from the prying eyes of others. It wasn't ideal, but it worked for now.

Lance hums to himself as he leans against one of the support beams of the bleachers by the football field, hoping Keith got the note he left him in his locker.]

the_tailor

[Lance was more than a little nervous about this. It wasn't as if he hadn't gone out on any dates before, but this was completely different. This was his soulmate. This was Keith. And this was...aboard a space castle ship thing.

The Castle of Lions was an odd place to live in.

Lance takes a deep breath in front of Keith's door. He is cool. He is confident. He is suave. Keith will swoon over him. ...maybe. As much as a guy like Keith can swoon. Not that Lance is dressed in anything different from the usual, but he's tried to make himself look nicer than usual anyway.

Right.

He knocks on the door.]

soundsofdrums

[It was an interesting trip to this planet's market, though it was a rather seedy one. Still, he needed to get some medical equipment that wasn't exactly the most legal for his own experiments and project, and this was the best place to get them. The Doctor remained in the TARDIS, but he'd taken John along for the walk. It wasn't long before they were back, though, and he sat down in the console room, placing his wares aside for now.]

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