Title: Drink to That
Summary: It's always been clear that Shiro and Keith are close, but Lance hadn't realized they were this close.
Notes: Adult for smut; not compliant with season three. Illustrations by keithhawke.
Title: Drink to That
Summary: Lance likes games.
Notes: Smut with bondage. I'm not saying that the VLD writers are definitely portraying Lance as a kinkster, but I'm not not saying it, either. 3247 words.
( Through a lot of trial and error, this is what Keith has learned: the more random and casual Lance is being, the closer Keith needs to be listening, because it means Lance is trying to tell him something important. )
Characters/Pairings: Keith, Lance, Shiro
Summary: Keith thinks he's about to get rickrolled. Keith is mistaken.
Notes: Explicit for filthy omegaverse smut. Mundane AU (except for the a/b/o stuff). [ROT3] Gur nygreangr gvgyr jnf tbvat gb or "Ynapr naq Fuveb znxr n cbeab pngrevat gb Xrvgu'f xvaxf." [/ROT3] 4616 words.
( When he opens the email, all it says is Saw this and thought of you, happy birthday buddy, followed by a link to a video hosted on a Google drive. Keith gives it a long look, weighing suspicion against curiosity, the fact that he knows the sender of the email against the fact that he knows the sender, and then shrugs suspicion aside. He's probably about to get rickrolled, but whatever. He clicks the link. It's not a rickroll. )
Summary: Matt has a plan to get Shiro laid; Shiro has a lot of misgivings about this.
Notes: Mundane AU kind of a thing, because I wanted a thing where Lance and Keith take Shiro home from a club and bang him like a drum. Smut, the barest trappings of plot, Shiro's body issues, pancake-waffle discourse, and Shiro bottoming like a champ (hah!). 6277 words.
( Matt grabs Shiro's real hand and hauls him forward, ignoring all the laws of physics regarding inertia, relative mass, and force that say he shouldn't be able to budge Shiro. But then, physics really can't account for a Holt who's got the bit between his teeth, so Shiro ends up paying the cover and following Matt inside the club in spite of all his misgivings. If nothing else, he'll get the chance to tell Matt how wrong he is, and that is not an opportunity to be missed. )
Summary: Keith doesn't think this is complicated. Or difficult. Keith is mistaken.
Notes: Smut and feels. So many feels. 11575 words.
( It's ridiculous that it took so long for them to get to this place, but if there's anything Keith has managed to figure out, it's that other people always seem to make things more complicated than they actually have to be. )
Summary: Just because an alpha can go through rut alone doesn't mean he should.
Notes: Filthy, filthy a/b/o porn. Somewhat dubious consent (Shiro's not precisely in his right mind at the moment) and so much filthy smut. 4250 words.
( 'Okay.' Lance's palms were sweaty with what he was about to say. He was about to break so many rules. 'Cards on the table, guys. We got any omegas sitting here?' )
Summary: They say no plan survives contact with the enemy; Shiro probably needs to keep that one in mind.
Notes: Adult for smut; no plot here to speak of. 1775 words.
( Lance pushes everything, like he can't help himself. In retrospect, Shiro has no idea why he expected anything else from him in bed. )
Summary: In which Lance is easily distracted, and Keith is quick to exploit that.
Notes: A little smut featuring handcuffs to start the weekend off right. 1911 words and no plot whatsoever.
( So the thing Lance has learned about Keith is that he has a long, long memory. It's selective as hell, but if Keith cares enough about something to notice it in the first place, he'll never forget it. And because it's Keith, he'll usually remember whatever it is at the worst possible time. )
Summary: In which Lance doesn't know what they're doing, Shiro has his moments of self-consciousness, and Keith is the soul of pragmatism.
Notes: Events continue on in the From First Principles 'verse. Adult for smut, Beware of Feels. 5420 words.
( Lance really isn't sure what they're doing, and that's confusing the heck out of him. Okay, he knows what they're doing right now, which is sitting in Shiro's room, piled together on his bunk and trying to watch a movie on Shiro's Pidge-brand laptop, because Shiro had said he wanted to spend more time with the two of them. That much he gets. Except for the fact that Pidge and Hunk aren't here, it could be just another Paladin Bonding Night. It's the larger scheme of things he's not getting. )
Characters/Pairings: Lance, Keith, plus the rest of the crew to point and laugh
Summary: What hair does is grow.
Notes: General audiences; just a bit of fluffy slice-of-space-life with Lance and Keith sort of bonding, if that's your thing. 3622 words.
( What with one thing and another, a universe to defend, an evil galactic empire to defeat, the day to save, a beautiful princess to woo, so forth and so on, Lance doesn't give too much thought to his hair. It's there on top of his head, doing its thing, and spends most of its time inside a helmet—see above, galactic empire, defeating of. He doesn't much care what it does, long as it doesn't turn loose, as his grandpa would put it. What hair does is grow. )
Summary: There are rules for situations like this, but maybe they're not the right rules.
Notes: Get-together fic, nothing heavier than some kissing and Shiro's enormous, overdeveloped sense of responsibility. Though those are pretty danged heavy. 5055 words.
( If Shiro heads into the training deck, he's volunteering himself to referee yet another round of Keith and Lance's eternal argument. It's the kind of thing that could wear on the patience of a saint, which he is not. The lab sounds like a delightfully peaceful alternative, and there's no saying what sort of technological marvel Pidge and Hunk have up their sleeves now. Then he hears what sounds a lot like gunfire from the training deck and dismisses the thought, tempting though it is. )
Summary: What Lance knows of Shiro says that as long as there's a chance, he won't stop fighting.
Notes: We've all seen the season two preview from SDCC by now, yes? This is me preemptively curling up in my Fortress of I Don't Care What Canon Says Shiro Is Going To Be Just Fine Damn It and making myself feel better about the whole thing. 910 words, general audiences.
( They all spend their fair share of time in the cryo room these days, but Keith… Keith spends the most time there of them all, maybe more time than the rest of them put together do. )
Characters/Pairings: Keith/Lance, Pidge, Hunk
Summary: Pidge and Hunk finally give Keith a hint to explain Lance's behavior, and after that, things escalate.
Notes: The obligatory "Pidge and Hunk explain the obvious and nature takes its course" Keith and Lance fic. Some not-very-explicit smut and two very clueless boys. 3099 words.
( 'What the hell,' Keith says in the wake of yet another one of Lance's utterly baffling outbursts. Everything about the mission they'd just finished had gone off without a hitch; the only mistake Keith can see is that he'd told Lance they'd made a good team after the debriefing. 'What brought that on?' )