outsidethecavern
futureblackpaladin
shiro: and so, i think i may hold romantic feelings for you, princess
allura: i know. the mice have told me about your late night talks with keith
shiro: what?
allura: they also told me that keith likes to lie face down on the floor of your room and talk about how lance’s smile is “like the sun itself”
keith, in the vents: WHAT
thespace-dragon
hahah trust me i didn’t forget about this gem~ neither did ani ;)
Summary: After the Conclave blew up in everyone’s face, the whole world went to shit. Lance didn’t know what to make of it, but there was no way he would join the Inquisition to become their tool. Sure, he could close the rifts now, by some miracle - accident in his humble opinion - and he was doing his best to close them on his own. Trouble was, they were getting worse as time went on. After being tossed by a shade, he was seriously reconsidering doing this by himself. Needless to say, he got lucky that a cute Seeker came to his rescue after getting caught in a dragon’s nest; the only problem was that cute Seeker was trying his damnedest to recruit him into the Inquisition.
Word Count: 5477
Chapters: [-1-] [-2-]
When Lance came to, his ribs felt like they were on fire, searing with pain. Maker, this was the worst he has ever felt next to receiving the mark.
He groaned and blinked his eyes open. The stone above him glowed and flickered with the light of a fire that he was laid down next to. Everything felt heavy, every inch of him was begging for him to visit the Fade and forget about what had happened a few hours before.
“So, you’re alive after all.”
Lance winced and turned his head slowly. The knight from before sat on the other side of the fire, eyes boring into him with a fire of his own.
“I’m assuming thanks to you,” he rasped.
The knight thinned his lips and looked away. Lance took stock of what exactly hurt and what was simply sore from lying on the ground. His ribs were obvious, but when he shifted to sit himself up, he felt the bruises on his back protest, ranging from his shoulders down to his hips.
His chest was bandaged, and his shirt had been slipped off of his shoulders, left to pool around his waist. He sucked in a breath and forced himself to an upright position. He leaned on his right arm and panted, the other lying in his lap. A quick look told him that the Mark had burned off the palm of his glove, yet another repair he was going to have to do when he returned to his hut.
The man that had saved his life watched him warily. “You’ve been the on closing the rifts.”
istehlurvz
Anonymous asked:
https://twitter.com/SDCCnerdsattack/status/848339657989304320
Heres the one with the speaking lines
And here’s the april fools day prank that revealed the outfit/hair for him as well ;>>>
amayas-scar
keithsthetic
“I never really knew that he could dance like this
He makes a man wants to speak Spanish"
soylante
yaboku
krunkidile
gretlusky
thetristevaguard
ruinedchildhood