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Day 6 of the klance AU month !

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klance au month day 14 : soulmates  

uhh its also valentines day??? op who did the prompt list did so good uGH they’re so in love its ridiculous 

Klance as University residence ‘neighbours’, meaning Lance lives in one building and Keith lives in the other directly across from him. They don’t know each other. They don’t interact. The school is massive and the class sizes huge.

But one day Lance is high and bored after a midterm and decides to use the sticky notes he bought at the beginning of the semester for some fun. He goes over to the window and writes out backwards so the people outside can read it: SINGLE AND WANTING PRINGLES.

He passes out after that, and the next afternoon when he walks into his living room he gets to live out the embarrassment his high prevented at the time. He moves to take down the sticky notes, and sees someone has written a response in the window across the way.

ALSO SINGLE BUT PRINGLES ARE SHIT.

Which is just unacceptable. Lance rearranges his sticky notes to leave another message.

WHAT KIND OF DEMON HATES PRINGLES?

And he goes to class, getting back late and not really expecting any sort of response. But at this point there are a few more replies on nearby windows, showing smiley faces or questions he doesn’t care enough to read. What does get his attention however, is the response from that same room, which as Lance laughing as he reads it.

THE ONE THAT THOUGHT 8AM LABS WERE MANAGEABLE.

So they’re in the sciences…Lance deduces, wondering if he knows the person. He waits to see if anyone appears in the window, but eventually his homework needs doing. He sighs and gives up, writing a quick: THAT SUCKS BRO before retreating to his room. 

The next morning he’s greeted with a middle finger made of sticky notes, and chuckles to himself as he takes a picture for memories.

He arranges his stickies into a kissy face and goes about his day, and the week passes with increasingly hilarious exchanges.

Lance will write out a GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE! only to get a IT’S 2PM in return.

I CHOSE AFTERNOON LABS, he’d replied with a laugh, and after coming home had nearly choked at the FUCK YOU waiting on the other’s window.

BUY ME DINNER FIRST?

I DON’T DINE WITH PRINGLE EATERS.

AT LEAST I GET TO SLEEP IN ;)

MEAN!!! >:0

And on it had gone, greeting after greeting, flirt following flirt, jest for jest, and the days fly by.

Eventually, Saturday night comes, and Lance decides to try something different before heading out: just for the hell of it.

PARTY DOWNTOWN, U GOING?

He waits an hour and then leaves, coming back in the early morning drunk and giddy and eager to look out his window. But there’s no reply, so he mopes for a bit and passes out.

The next morning some of the sticky notes have fallen from the glass, and Lance recalls how he’d turned on the fan before collapsing on the couch, likely the cause behind the altered message that now reads: PA  Y   OWN         U           ? 

And Lance nearly dies. Because how awkward! And then he sees a new message waiting on the window of the other building, and suddenly he doesn’t feel so bad.

I’M TOO EXPENSIVE FOR YOU DARLING.

His head aches in hangover but that doesn’t stop him laughing loudly as he falls back on the couch. He grabs some water and tries to amend the situation as he giggles to himself, wondering who this person is with the unique sense of humour.

HOW ABOUT LUNCH THEN?

Because fuck it. He doesn’t care. And his question sparks a revolution on the school’s social media pages. Pictures of his and the stranger’s windows show up everywhere, and people begin wondering who it is that lives in each building. Lance takes to walking closer to the wall in case someone manages to snap a picture of him - thus exposing his identity and potentially ruining the game - but thankfully no one seems intent enough to stick around and wait.

The day passes - lunch coming and going - and Lance sits in misery as the message on the window beyond remains unchanged. Eventually other random people living above and beside the stranger begin answering, a few bright yellow YES!’s alerting Lance that at least someone is interested. But he doesn’t answer those. He waits. And he works. And then he games a bit because why not.

Come bedtime he chances another glance outside, and gasps as he sees something new finally written.

SORRY! I WAS STUDYING ALL DAY!

Giddy now as his growing disappointment fades, Lance goes about answering.

WHAT A NERD. TOMORROW THEN?

He showers, allowing the stranger to reply, and walks out to his living room to read a very promising note on the window.

WHEN? :)

This is it, he thinks as he shifts the stickies around. This is it.

HOW ABOUT NOON AT THE ALTEA?

He falls asleep waiting, and wakes sometime in the morning to: DEAL.

He’s excited now, and at quarter to noon he walks down to the campus coffee shop, wondering who he will see waiting. Only, when he gets there, a massive line leading outside the building greets him, and several people turn his way as he approaches.

“Is that him?” he hears whispered, and more eyes look. “When do you think they’ll show up?”

He stops dead in his tracks, realizing in horror that their messages were never private, and panics over what to do. His invite to coffee was likely seen by all who passed between their buildings, and Lance feels his chest constrict as his chances of meeting this person dwindle.

Oh god, this is hopeless! What am I gonna do?!

He can’t just leave, as that will look suspicious. And he can’t just walk up and ask who left the note, because how awkward would that be?!

So he settles on ignorance, and walks over to the nearest person in line. 

“Is this the wait for coffee?”

The person frowns as if Lance had just asked the most ridiculous question.

“Haven’t you heard about the Sticky Note Lovers?” they ask, and Lance pales – because what?! That’s what they’re calling us?! - but manages to come up with an excuse.

“Sure, but I’m just here for coffee. Also, you guys should give them privacy, this is kinda creepy.” Which feels good to say because it’s very much the truth. He walks past the line of overzealous students towards the counter, where a guy with an apron and an unenthused expression greets him.

“What can I get you,” he asks monotonal, and Lance huffs as he picks something random off the menu. The guy goes about making his drink, and Lance leans against the counter to subtly stare at each of the patrons who don’t look to be waiting for him to show up. No one catches his eye though, and he sighs audibly in frustration.

I should have known. Of course they would freak out and leave. I should have done the same.

“You lookin for someone?” he’s suddenly asked, and whips around to face the barista, who is staring at him knowingly.

Lance ducks his head, kicking the ground idly.

“Um…not really, no.” He could come up with a better excuse, but finds he doesn’t have the heart for it. He’s disappointed, both with himself and with what looks to be the entire school population for having nothing better to do with their day. “I mean, not anymore at least.”

The barista hums to himself, tapping at Lance’s cup.

“Oh, sorry-“ Lance begins, realizing the guy must have been waiting with his drink for a while now. But as he reaches out to take it, the barista pulls back, taking the cup with him.

“My bad,” he apologizes. “Did you want whip?”

“Uh, no that’s oka-“ Lance starts, but cuts off as the barista – whose name he reads to be ‘Keith’ – takes the drink back behind the counter, disappearing from view as Lance blinks in confusion.

Um…okay then?

A moment later his cup is returned, and Keith slides it over with a warm smile that hadn’t been there when Lance had first approached.

“Thanks…” Lance says as he grabs a lid, and Keith waves when he heads towards the door.

“Oh, and be sure to take the cup back!” he calls just before Lance leaves. He turns back to the barista with a raised brow.

“Why?”

“It’s our new program,” Keith explains, shrugging. “If you take back the cup you get a discount on your next drink.”

“Oh!” Lance brightens, nodding his thanks. “Cool.”

He leaves, and wonders when the Altea started being so environmentally friendly.

He returns to his place and grabs his homework, intent on using his now free afternoon to study, seeing as his potential date was ruined. He glances back at the window before he goes, wondering if he’d passed the person without realizing it.

Probably not, he grumbles internally. No one felt right. They were all just there for a show.

He exhales in annoyance, and leaves.

He returns late at night, tired and ready to sleep, and doesn’t notice the new message waiting on the window across the way at first. In fact, it takes him a good hour before it catches his attention, and when he finally does read it he takes another long while to process the request.

MEET ME AT THE PLACE ON THE CUP.

What…? He wonders, reading the sticky notes again. He’s about to write out his confusion when it hits him: the cup! The barista!

No way! He thinks as he rushes over to his bag, pulling out the paper cup he’d been diligent enough to wash out and keep – anything for a discount – and bringing it over to the light. There’s nothing noticeable on the outside at first glance, but when Lance pulls down the sleeve he gasps at the message written in marker.

Some of the letters are smudged, but it’s easy enough to make out:

Greenhouse floor 2 @ midnight.

Which is in like, ten minutes. Lance blanks, somehow managing to fix his hair and brush his teeth before darting from his room towards the campus. He makes it to the first floor of the greenhouse and slows, calming his pulse as he heads over to the stairs that will take him up.

And he knows who he’ll see waiting this time, even before a familiar warm smile looks over his way. Lance freezes on the top step, and Keith – now in casual clothing and rid of the Altea apron - waves shyly. His hair is different, Lance notices. Before it had been tied up in a pony tail, and now it hangs loose at his shoulders.

Broad shoulders…

“Hi,” he welcomes, and Lance grins sheepishly as he joins him after a few seconds of staring. They sit on a bench between several large, tropical plants: the air hot but comfortable.

“So…” Lance twiddles his thumbs as he glances over, not having noticed before how cute Keith is. That button nose, those sharp cheekbones, the curious scar running up the side of his face. But it’s the eyes Lance finds himself focusing on, that is, until Keith looks away.

“So,” the boy repeats, a blush rising in his ears. All of Lance’s hesitation flees upon seeing that, and he leans back on the bench with a grin.

“So you’re the psychopath who hates Pringles.”

Keith gasps and shoots him an offended look, but then rolls his eyes when he sees Lance’s playful expression.

“And you’re the freakshow who wanted to pay for me. Makes sense. You kinda give off that vibe.”

“I what?!” Lance balks, and then trails off as Keith laughs. Because it’s a kind sound, an enjoyable one. He feels his own face begin to heat, and wonders if he can blame the greenhouse for his rosy cheeks. “Ah. You’re a funny guy then.”

“I remember you using ‘nerd’,” Keith answers smoothly, and Lance edges just a little closer as they laugh.

“Hey,” Lance asks as their chuckles trail off, looking over at Keith with a tilted head. “Why did you agree to coffee if you were working?”

Keith flushes again, fiddling with his jacket as he answers.

“I kinda wanted to see what you looked like first.”

Lance blinks, taken aback.

“So if you didn’t think I was hot you were just gonna ignore me?!” he exclaims half-jokingly, and Keith lifts his shoulders in dismissal.

“More like, if you turned out to be a girl.”

Oh…Lance thinks slowly, and then it hits him. OH!

“That’s…actually smart,” he admits, realizing bisexuality wasn’t the default. There existed an array of individuals with unique orientations that he’d neglected to consider, and he thanks the stars that Keith just so happened to prefer men. Granted, another straight guy friend would be cool and all, but Lance is more than pleased with this outcome. Because Keith is hot, and Lance finds himself already falling.

“I have a feeling that cup discount isn’t real,” he says after a moment of thought, and Keith smiles apologetically, thick brows tipping upward in genuine guilt.

“I had to make sure you kept it…”

“I mean,” Lance shrugs smugly. “It definitely worked. Though I was kinda looking forward to that cheap coffee.”

Keith bites his lower lip, glancing over at Lance coyly.

“I can make it up to you with a free drink, how about that?”

“You asking me out on a date?” Lance lifts a brow, relishing in the way Keith shies away.

“It’s not like I’m the first to ask,” he mumbles, and Lance shamelessly tosses his arm over the back of the bench, resting it a mere few centimeters from Keith’s shoulders.

“True,” he admits smoothly. “But thinking back, you kinda owe me lunch as well.”

“How about dinner?” Keith suggests suddenly, and Lance stares over at him in startled amusement.

“It’s midnight. Nothing will be open.”

Keith shrugs, foot tapping on the ground nervously.

“I can cook.”

“Really?” Lance questions, hating the way his voice rises in shock. But Keith doesn’t seem offended. In fact, he smiles again as he returns his attention to Lance’s face.

“Depends,” he stands, holding out a hand for Lance to take. “Do you like macaroni?”

Lance blinks, and then he finds himself laughing as he reaches out to accept Keith’s hand. He jumps to his feet, squeezing their fingers together and nods.

“It’s practically my favourite meal.”

And they leave the greenhouse together, returning to Keith’s dorm where they stay for the rest of the night. There are no new messages the next morning, but Lance wakes up to a greeting regardless. And it’s much better than sticky notes anyway.

It’s a kiss, and Lance smiles sleepily as Keith stirs beside him, wondering what the school will think had happened, likely curious as to what the cup had apparently said.

But that’s not for them to know, and when Lance finally returns to his own room to shower, he finds himself face to face with a new note on the window he now knows to be Keith’s.

U LEFT UR HOODIE HERE. MINE NOW.

To which he laughs, shaking his head as he imagines Keith cozied up in his clothes, wearing nothing else but that warm smile. He answers with a large heart, letting anyone still interested in their story know that his is no longer available. 

He thanks the sticky notes for their service, and runs back to the room with the window across from his own, eager to be back with the guy who hates pringles. Deciding it’s acceptable if it’s Keith. Happy it was him who answered in the first place.

Lance won’t get off the new baristas back

next part

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Ooo, whats Nyxs plans for Adam? How do the others feel about their Roman counterparts (and whats Lances reaction to Alluras bf)? Do the romans tell Allura about Lotor?

Voltron x PJO AUpart 1 | part 2 | part 3 | Part 4

As always, i am sorry for my writing, i am no writer. and sorry for taking so long in updating this AU.It is written the same way I narrate to myself but the general of the story is all there! (and I think this is the longest part to date)

RECAP TIME:

Shiro, Keith, Lance, Pidge and Hun are Greek demigods, Allura is a Roman Demigod. Their quest is about finding Matt and getting to Mount Othrys  since it is appearing because rough demigods *cough* Lotor guiding the Romans *cough* are siding with Kronos because the Gods have gone radio silent for WAY too long. Reah helped Allura to get to Camp Half Blood and meet the Greeks because she doesn’t want his husband to pit demigods against the gods anymore  but she made Allura promise to not reveal the the thing about camp Jupiter existing… They parted on their quest, had a couple of bonding moments *WINK*  and when they got to the Gods Junkyard they met some roman demigods who were scrapping for weapons and who attacked team voltron only to be saved by MATT (accompanied with other demigods  surviving away from any of the camps). 

Under the cut is how it all follows

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