A/N: As I put it in the summary, this will be a collection of short one-shots and ficlets featuring Keith and Pidge, along with other characters or ships.
This one is based on a Voltron Modern AU fic that I wrote (and deleted) not so long ago, in which Keith and Lance are roommates and Lance works at a nearby café called Voltron.
Hope you all enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron or the characters that appear in this story, they belong to Lauren Montgomery and Joaquim Dos Santos.
Lost in his thoughts, Lance silently opened the door and entered his apartment, without even bothering to turn on the lights. Today had surely been a rough day, and after eight long hours of stressful work at Voltron, he just wanted to go to bed and sleep until it was Christmas.
"Thank goodness tomorrow is my day off…" the boy muttered to himself and breathed a sigh of relief.
Barely containing a yawn, the boy went straight to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water before drinking it in one go. Once his thirst had been quenched, Lance placed the glass in the sink and left the kitchen, glancing briefly at his cellphone. It was almost 1:00 AM.
Fighting to keep his eyes open, he put his phone back into his pocket and made a beeline for his bedroom, doing his best to not make much noise despite how exhausted he was.
As he passed by the living room the boy noticed the TV was on, with the end credits of Star Wars still scrolling down the screen.
Shaking his head, Lance took the remote control from the coffee table and turned off the TV.
"Seriously, Keith needs to do something about his bad habit of leaving the TV on after watching a movie."
Rubbing tiredly his face, Lance continued his path down the hall, taking off his jacket in the process.
"Oh man, I can't wait to strip down these clothes and get into my soft, warm, comfy bed…"
But it was in that moment, just as he was walking past Keith's room, which for some reason had its door open when he saw something that made him stop dead in his tracks.
Keith was lying on his bed with his eyes closed, sleeping soundly with a peaceful expression on his pale face. And curled up next to him, covered with his roommate's red blanket, there was a familiar girl with short brown hair.
A/N: Although that I'm currently working on two requests that hopefully will be published before Season 8 airs (which is within two weeks, but hey no pressure at all), if anyone has any requests or suggestions for prompts, please don't be shy to leave a review or PM me.
Constructive criticism is always welcome!