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autisticlancemcclain · 8 months

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“You’re nervous.”

“Hnnngh,” Keith says, knuckles white on the steering wheel. He looks straight ahead, left leg bouncing, hair pulled back into a ponytail but flyaways everywhere. He keeps having to push up his glasses when they slide down his nose, nudged forward by all the tension in his eyebrows. “Being stressed before a stressful situation is not being nervous, Lance, it’s just my brain responding like a brain.”

Lance hides a smile. “You’ve met my family before, baby.”

Keith slows to a stop as they approach their turn, looking at Lance instead of the road for the first time in twenty minutes. His indigo eyes are wide and pleading. Lance is distracted by the tiny mole beside his nose.

“I’ve met your mom,” he says emphatically, breaking eye contact with Lance to crane his head to the left, checking over the hill for any cars. He’s far more careful than he needs to be — there’s never anyone on this road. But Keith is always endlessly careful when he’s driving other people around. “I’ve met your siblings. I’ve met your abuela. I’ve met the twins.”

“Mighty number of people,” Lance agrees. He looks at his boyfriend pointedly. “All of whom love you.”

“Because they love you,” Keith stresses. “You’re, like, their favourite person. You hyped me up so of course they have a nicer view of me. But this is like — your great grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles and, I dunno, second sister in law five times removed —

“Not how that works,” Lance interjects, amused.

“—and now I gotta impress them all? At once? I still don’t know how I did that with everyone else! I panicked! I forgot all my lines and conversation starters! I just — was awkward, and they were cool with it because your family is cool!”

“Ah, yes, you were yourself and people liked you,” Lance says, nodding sagely. “How bizarre.”

Keith looks at him imploringly. He has a — really cute nose, holy shit. It’s crooked from the three separate times it’s been broken and Lance is kind of obsessed with it. All he can think about is pressing a kiss to the bridge of it and watching how Keith will crinkle it on reflex. He has to fight back a giggle.

“I am going to get eaten,” Keith says miserably. “My luck is going to wear out. I’m gonna say something stupid and offend your third cousin or trip over someone’s toddler and destroy your mother’s flan by crashing into the table and upending hot coffee on an elderly person. Then I’ll get arrested for assault and you’ll have to visit me in prison and my cellmate will make a comment about you or something and I’ll have to kill him and then I’ll get retried and the death sentence, probably, and then Red will bust me out of prison and cause intergalactic meltdowns and —”

Lance can’t hold back anymore. Quick as a dart he reaches out, fisting Keith’s collar, and yanks him over the gearshift, kissing him softly and soundly until Keith sighs, surprise fading into something calmer, relaxed. His hand comes up to cup Lance’s cheek.

“You need a Xanax,” Lance says gently as he pulls away.

Keith huffs, the manic look in his eyes replaced with something much softer. Relieved, even. “Yeah, probably.” He tears his eyes away from Lance, rechecking his turn and finally actually putting on his blinker and moving onto the right road. His free hand reaches over the gearshift and Lance grabs it, tangling their fingers together and resting them in his lap. “I just — I want your family to like me.”

Lance smiles, a wide one that brings a flush to his cheeks and makes him shy, even though he’s not self-conscious; a smile that makes something flutter so intensely in his stomach that it feels so intensely private.

“They’ll like you,” Lance says simply.

Keith exhales. His hand tightens. Lance squeezes back.

The rest of the drive is easy.

———

By the time they make it to Lance’s great-grandmother’s farm, he can tell that some tension has crawled back into Keith’s shoulders. But he’s always been brave, when fighting dictators or meeting parents, and doesn’t hesitate to pull into the gravel driveway and park the car. He squeezes Lance’s hand again before letting go, stepping out of the car and heading to get their stuff.

“Tío! Tío!” scream two voices, and Lance doesn’t even have half a second to brace himself before Nadia is launching herself at his stomach. He manages somehow to spin them both around to offset the momentum, keeping them both upright. Keith is not quite so lucky — Lance hears a slam, a startled oof, and then he sees their bags go flying out of the corner of his eye.

“Jesus Christ,” Keith wheezes, flat on the ground with Sylvio crowded on top of him.

“I got you!” the boy crows, scrambling off Keith’s body in order to adequately dance around in victory. “You went splat!” He whirls around to face Lance, still dancing around. “Tío Lance! Did you see?”

Lance adjusts Nadia on his hip, making no attempt to hide his amusement. “I did. You got him good, buddy.”

Beaming, Sylvio turns back to Keith, who’s finally managed to get enough breath back in his lungs to stand.

“You got me good,” he wheezes in approval.

“Just like you showed me!”

There’s no mistaking the smugness in Sylvio’s voice, the challenge, the I’m-little-you’re-big-and-you’re-a-loser.

Keith recognises the challenge easily, eyes glinting, and before Sylvio can run away Keith scoops him up, tossing him over his shoulder and whirling them around ‘til he’s dizzy.

“Just like I showed you, champ. Think you can get out of this one, though? It’s easy!”

Sylvio shrieks, pounding on Keith’s back with fists weak from laughter. Nadia squirms in Lance’s hold, so Lance sets her down, and in seconds she’s run and attacked Keith’s other side, climbing up his legs to try and free her brother. Keith scoops her up, too, throwing her over his other shoulder as she laughs just as shrilly.

“Clearly neither of you learned very much!” he shouts, grin so wide it practically splits his face. His already precariously dangling glasses slide right off his face but Keith doesn’t even spare them a glance, stepping over them easily and shaking the twins as he goes. “You’re trapped!”

It doesn’t take the bright twins very long to unite forces, attacking Keith with renewed vigour all at once. Lance bends down as they wrestle, scooping up Keith’s glasses and their discarded bags.

“He’s good with them,” Lisa says, sidling up beside him and sliding her hand around his waist. Lance mirrors her, squeezing.

“He thinks they’re hilarious. He loves them to pieces.”

“Believe me, they love him too. I heard about Uncle Keith so much on the drive down that I was tired of him before you two even got here.”

Lance snorts. “Yeah, right, dweeb. No one else here reads Jane Austen. You need your nerd buddy.”

“Indeed,” she says, grinning. She pats him on the hip, pulling away and taking one of the bags slung over his shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get your stuff dropped off. Marcela will want to fuss over you, I’m sure. She hasn’t seen you since your last mission.”

Lance looks back at his boyfriend before following her, making sure he doesn’t need Lance’s help. The twins have wrestled him into doing their bidding, it looks like, or more likely he didn’t even put up a fight, and sit on one shoulder each, guiding him around the property with shouts and points and frenzied gesturing. Keith has his hand locked firmly over each set of knees, careful not to let them fall, as he wobbles around to make them gasp and laugh.

Lance smiles. He’s fine.

———

Keith finds him within the hour, Nadia and Sylvio off to play with their cousins.

“You abandoned me,” he pouts, hand wrapped around his elbow.

Lance notices, idly, that he’s slouching again; that his ponytail has been abandoned entirely and his hair curtains his face.

Hm.

“You were busy being a doofus,” Lance teases, brushing his hair out of his face. He nobly resists the urge to quote Regina George. “One of us has to be the mature one. We wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong impression about the saviours of the universe.

“You’re hiding out on a random couch on your phone,” Keith deadpans. He glances down at the screen. “You’re watching a seven year old vine compilation. On mute.”

“Like an adult,” Lance says primly. “Watch with me.”

Keith rolls his eyes fondly, but slides on the couch behind Lance, arms wrapped around his waist and chin hooked over his shoulder. Lance digs in his pockets until he finds Keith’s glasses, twisting around to slide them on his handsome face. His hands linger on Keith’s temples. Keith’s smile is small and crooked and bares the tiniest peek of crooked incisors, and Lance’s heart flutters.

He leans back into Keith’s chest as he plays the video, watching a compilation of dorky videos he’s seen a thousand times. He feels Keith’s grin press into the juncture of his neck as he starts to mumble along. His hand rests just under Lance’s shirt, flat on his stomach. Lance fights the urge to squirm.

You Are In Your Abuela’s House, he reminds himself firmly. Your Ancestors Are Watching You. And Jesus, Probably.

Luckily, someone calls out their names before Lance really needs to find a vat of ice water to dunk himself in.

“Leandro! Keith! Come eat before your hog of a brother takes it all!”

The two of them don’t even need to pause for a moment before throwing themselves off the couch, scrambling towards the kitchen at top speeds because Marco absolutely will eat their portion of the food. Not even because he’s hungry for it, just because he’s a butthead who thinks it’s funny.

“This is your fault,” Keith informs him, careening around a questionably placed side table.

“Nothing is ever my fault ever in the entire universe,” Lance shoots back.

(Is it Lance’s fault? Possibly. But in his defense, the several years he spent as a child waiting for Marco to be distracted before eating his favourite thing on the plate still make him crack up when he thinks about it. Marco just got so mad, every time. Plus his eyes bulge a little when he loses it. How was Lance ever supposed to avoid poking that bear?)

Luckily, they make it in time to wrestle a plate away from Marco’s snickering ass.

“Keith, Lance,” Lance’s mother greets warmly before Lance can crack a plate over his brother’s head. “I’m glad you made it!”

“Mother,” Lance squawks dramatically, hand flying to his chest, “I am the second to be greeted? You’re son? You’re youngest angel? The one who went missing for several years and returned to you, prodigal?”

She reaches over and flicks Lance in the forehead. Keith snorts. Marco cackles.

“Keith called me on the flight home,” she explains, ruthless. “So he is the son, and you are the son-in-law.”

Keith flushes as he always does when Mamá pairs them like that, when they’re both her sons, when she implies what it implies. Lance lets the warmth of that expression soak into his bones, deep in through his back, from every point Keith is touching him.

“I was sleeping off being maimed!” Lance despairs.

It does him no favours. Mamá waves her hands wildly, setting down her own plate in favour of placing her hands over her ears. “Gah! Sh! Do not tell me of these things! I am meant to pretend your job is nothing more than ornamental! Do not ruin that for me!”

“It was the slightest ever maiming,” Lance mutters, sullen.

Keith visibly bites back a retort to that, no doubt out of respect for Mamá.

(Lance knows that Keith would have been the world’s biggest mama’s boy had he grown up with Krolia. He has shared this hypothesis with Shiro, who had laughed so hard upon hearing it that he had sprained a muscle in his neck, and then explained later with a heat pack and a wryly smiling Adam that Keith used to scold Shiro for pushing himself with exact quotes from Shiro’s mother herself.)

“Nobody ever wants to hear my side of the story,” Lance laments.

Keith bends down to kiss him on the cheek.

“That’s because you are a liar,” he says kindly.

Lance catches his chin before he can pull away, kissing him to shut him up.

They head outside to join everyone else, plates stacked high with food and plastic cups balanced precariously with spare fingers. Keith starts to slouch again as they walk out the sliding screen door, but he keeps his hair out of his face, eyes flitting between different people. It helps that hardly anyone spares him half a glance, too used to random new people in such a big family.

“Hey, Patito! Over here!”

Lance whips his head up at the familiar voice, breaking into a wide smile when he sees his sister’s wilding waving hand. Keith, too, seems relieved when he catches sight of Veronica, rushing over almost faster than Lance is.

“Hey, losers,” she greets, flicking water from her cup at them as they sit across from her. “Took you long enough to get here.”

“Lance is a distraction and danger to the road,” Keith says immediately, because he is a snitch. He is also unfortunately very quick and manages to duck away from Lance’s pinch.

Veronica snorts. “Believe me, I know. Every ride back to the Garrison on weekends was a near death experience because he kept smacking me every ten seconds. A menace.”

“You manipulator!” Lance accuses. “I slapped you because you teased me! Constantly!”

Keith and Veronica share sharp, matching grins. Lance takes a nanosecond to ponder what he ever did to deserve the sufferings of their friendship.

“That’s because you’re so goddamn easy to rile up, sweetheart,” Keith says with a wink.

Lance attempts to shove him off his chair. Unfortunately, while he does flail backwards, he manages to stay upright.

“You two were supposed to hate each other,” he mutters into his congrí. “This friendship thing is bullshit.”

Neither believe him for a second.

They’re barely into their meal when the nosiness starts. In fact, Lance is honestly surprised it has lasted this long. Luis probably said something to convince everyone to tone it down, because he is a saint and also Lance’s favourite.

“So,” says his Aunt Vena, “…Keith.”

Keith freezes, cheeks bulging. Lance tries very hard not to laugh at him.

“Hi,” he says, swallowing. He says nothing else and looks agonized about it. His memorized conversation starters have no doubt fled his brain.

“You know, I feel like I already know you,” jokes Aunt Vena, never bothered by awkwardness. Or boundaries. “I only see Leandro a few times a year were the only thing he talked about for ages.”

Lance goes pale. Oh, please God, no. Please let Aunt Vena be suddenly gifted with the ability to read Lance’s mind, or at least notice him waving his hands frantically behind Keith’s head, making cutting motions at his throat.

“Keith this, Keith that. Keith Keith Keith.”

Lance cradles his face in his hands. So much for miracles.

“He did?” Keith asks.

“Stop investigating immediately or you’re sleeping on the floor tonight,” Lance threatens under his breath. Keith’s hand finds it’s way to his thigh and rests there, as if laughing at him.

“Oh, yes,” laughs Aunt Vena. “Every other word was about how you sat in class or walked in the hall or flew your planes. He was always angry about it, but he was quite focused on you. Oh, and your hair.”

Aunt Vena turns away to chatter with someone else like she didn’t just ruin Lance’s life. Lance would hate her if he didn’t find her so goddamn loveable, but he does, so instead he looks up and suffers Keith’s wide, shit-eating grin, and ponders deep in his heart how he will re-humble his boyfriend so they’re back on even ground.

“…You were big on the hair, huh.”

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll chop it off as you sleep.”

———

“Keith.”

“I’m just saying.”

“You dorkbrain.”

“I’m just saying!”

Keith’s hair is in a knot at the crown of his head, glasses pushed all the way to his face. He’s got Lance’s hand in his but he’s not paying attention to him in the slightest — he cycles between leaning back, then forwards, then craning his neck and shifting his eyes. Every few seconds he lets out a muted gasp.

A group of children run yelling in and out of the house, heedless of doors and stairs.

“You are such a mother hen,” Lance says with great amusement.

Keith is too distracted to even roll his eyes. “Some of them are very little,” he says worriedly. “Maybe they should play a game outside. There’s more space.” He looks around at the various adults sitting and chatting, aghast. “Should me maybe get a — pool noodle, or something? Just for the corners. So there are no head injuries. That’s the most common way they happen, you know. Tripping during play.”

Lance hums, leaning into his side. “Reading a lot of parenting books, are you.”

Keith is very deliberately silent. Lance flicks up his gaze to watch his face redden.

“…Akira.”

“It’s Shiro’s!” he says defensively. “It was — he had it on the shelf! I read it when I was younger! It was traumatizing! Do you know how easy it is to fuck up a kid? Very easy, Lance! Their heads are very squishy! They don’t know balance yet! They repeat everything you say!”

“Was this book,” Lance starts, choking back laughter with everything he has, “perhaps about raising toddlers?”

Keith’s jaw snaps shut.

“Children under two? Hm?”

Keith glances away. “It didn’t mention.”

Lance loses his battle, burying his cackling in Keith’s shoulder.

“How was I supposed to know that ‘A Guide To Raising Healthy Children For New Parents’ was about — babies? Shiro was the dumbass who had it!”

Lance laughs harder. “Did he — did he buy it when he —”

Keith puts his head in his hands. “He bought, like, forty books when he first started fostering me, they were all basically the same, he’s such a dumbass —”

“Stop, stop,” Lance begs, grasping his aching stomach. The image of Shiro, twenty years old, panicking after impulsively deciding to apply to foster the delinquent who stole his car, frantically googling advice for new parents only to unknowingly receive information about toddlers is the best mental image he’s had in a while. He’ll have to share with Pidge and the rest of the Holts the second they get home.

“You’re such a butthead,” Keith grumbles, but it’s half-hearted. His attention is still mostly on the way Mateo, Lance’s four year old second cousin, very nearly brains himself on the corner of the brick entryway trying to swerve away from his older sister. Keith’s sharp inhale would have been comical if Lance didn’t feel his own heart drop.

“Okay,” Lance concedes, “maybe it’s time for a new game.” He pats his boyfriend on the knee. “You’re up, champ.”

“Wait, me?” Keith asks, bewildered. “You’re their cousin.”

Lance shrugs. “You’re the worried one. Plus, I want to go get wine drunk with Rachel. Mamá said she just got here. She’s been avoiding my calls all week which means she has Information to share and doesn’t trust herself not to tell me immediately. I have to know what’s up.”

Keith still doesn’t look convinced. “But I’m a stranger to them, basically.”

“So start with Nadia and Sylvio, dummy. Once the rest of the kids see a cool newer and accidentally safer game to play, they’ll join fast. Plus, the stranger aspect is intriguing, probably. You’re like a new toy.”

To solidify his point, Lance calls his niblings over, gesturing to Keith. The twins light up, immediately abandoning whatever they’re doing — trying to shove a sleeping Luis’ finger up his own nose — to sprint over to them.

“Tío Keith has a game for you two,” Lance whispers conspirationally.

The twins burst into howling cheers.

“Game! Game! Game! Game!” they chant, each grabbing one of Keith’s hands and tugging him away.

Keith looks back at him, panicked. Lance blows him a kiss, then turns back into the house to go hunt for his sister.

She finds him first.

“LANCE,” she shouts, whipping around to face him. Lance immediately shifts backwards slightly, knees bent, legs widened, arms held out protectively in front of him. He smirks. She matches it.

She charges.

She aerials into a heel kick, as always, aiming for his skull. Lance back handsprings out of her reach, careful of the various relatives around him, who are well used to their brand of bullshit and don’t even pause their conversations as they lean away.

He comes back up just in time to throw up a block to her fists, aiming a kick to her stomach that she can’t fully dodge. She gets him right back, though, like she always does, aiming a sweeping kick for his ankles that he has to flip on his hands to avoid.

“It’s good to see you, fucker,” she pants, roundhouse kicking the dip of his waist.

“Likewise, asshole,” he grunts, grabbing her ankle and flipping her to the ground. She drags him down with her.

They’re both grinning.

“Tomorrow morning we box for real,” she proposes as they lay there, getting their breath back.

“Deal,” he agrees.

By the time they finally get back on their feet, they’re both parched, and since they also make frequent poor decisions, they head straight for the bad boxed wine. Lance pours them both heaping glasses and Rachel guides them to an open lawn chair, which they both sprawl on, a hundred percent in each other’s space.

“So,” Rachel says, chugging half her glass, “my grades are in. I’m graduating top of my class.”

Lance gasps. “Rachel!”

“And,” she continues, building up suspense with a grin, “I got word back from all my residency applications.”

Lance thinks he might explode. He remembers them when they were little, huddled on the floor of their bedroom at one in the morning, glow sticks guiding their planners, mapping out heir lives together. Where they would go to school, when they would bother with dating, how they would do it all together. Lance, best pilot to come out of the Garrison next to Shirogane. Rachel, the first surgeon to successfully transplant a brain.

“I got in,” she says, beam so wide it forces her eyes shut. “Lance, I got in!”

“Rach!” he screams, eyes blurry from tears and heart full to bursting. “Rach!”

He wraps his arms around her shoulders and squeezes, weeping with joy and elation and buzzing from his head to his toes. This is what Rachel has wanted since she was old enough to talk. This is his sister, his first and best friend, getting everything she has ever wanted, as she has always deserved.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!”

She squeezes him right back, her own tears wetting his t-shirt. Her relief is palpable, and Lance knows it, the indescribable feeling of finally crossing that goddamn mountain, finally getting what you’ve been working for for longer than you can remember.

“Everything is falling into place,” she says softly, pulling back and holding up her cup. Lance laughs and clinks them together.

They settle back into their shared chair, too happy for words, gathering themselves. Lance catches his mother’s eye and returns her soft smile, wine making him warm and happiness making him bright. He feels like he’s swimming in sun-warmed water.

He settles back with a sigh.

Rachel nudges him. “Hey, Loverboy. Look.”

Lance follows her pointing finger. Away from the tables and lawn chairs, in a wide, open space, there’s Keith — surrounded by every single child on the property, ordered in neat rows. Each of them has a hefty stick, held carefully in their hands, watching Keith with great intensity. Keith himself has his bayard out, stretched out in a battle position, back straight and shoulders loose. He has the same bright look on his face that he has during Lion training, or riskier missions. Excitement, steadiness, and a hint of cockiness that has Lance shivering. He demonstrates a move, and with a single minded focus, the children repeat it.

It has always been impossible not to want to be a part of everything Keith does, Lance has found.

“…You kind of scored,” Rachel observes.

Lance’s laughter is breathy, high-pitched. “Believe me, I know.”

There’s a rousing shout from the kids, then a cheer, then Keith shouts, “Ready?” and at their raucous response, chaos breaks out. Sticks are strikes and parried and children throw themselves dramatically on the floor in pantomimed deaths, scrambling to their feet seconds later to get back into the fray. Every few seconds Keith calls out rules and reminders, weaving through the children to point out places for improvement or congratulate someone for doing something right.

“I have never seen them all gathered this long without any crying or fighting,” Rachel says, something like awe in her voice. She pauses. “Well, real fighting.”

Lance smiles, something small and secret and over which he has no control. He catches his boyfriend’s eye and waves, which is returned at twice the enthusiasm.

“Keith’s good with kids,” he says quietly. To himself, he wonders if it’s possible to have a heart so full it bursts.

———

The blankets are scratchy but warm, and Keith smells as he always does, and Lance is half asleep. But the words come leisurely out anyway.

“You awake?“ he whispers, words tucked into the spot above Keith’s heart.

Keith hums. Lance feels the rumble of it in his cheek.

“Barely.”

His eyes are too heavy to keep open, so he lets them slip shut. He breathes deeply the smell of his boyfriend’s body wash, and traces meaningless patterns on his chest with his fingertips, breathing slowly, taking his time. He might fall asleep, but that’s okay. They have time.

“‘M glad you came, today.”

Keith’s breathing is slow and even, just like Lance’s, but he can feel the heavy weight of his gaze, those indigo eyes.

“I go where you go.”

Lance quirks his lips. The blankets rustle softly as Keith slowly slides up his hand, encircling his fingers around Lance’s wrist, palm resting on his forearm. After a minute Lance can feel his heartbeat, at the same time that he hears it, head pressed to Keith’s chest. “You’re good with the kids.”

Keith’s breath stutters. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I like them. And your family.”

“Told you.”

“Yeah, you did.” He’s silent for a minute, palm heavy on Lance’s skin. “I wanna — do this, Lance. Forever.”

Lance turns his head slightly, just enough to press his lips to Keith’s sternum. “I will love you until the end of time.”

He feels Keith’s smile, sweetening the air.

“I love you, too.”

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mushed-kid · 4 months

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voltron as textposts etc. 29

(this one feautures another @nikogane post! and me for the first time!)

#voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron as textposts #klance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #blade of marmora keith #bom keith #matt holt #pidge holt #pidge gunderson #holt siblings #voltron the legendary defender #broganes #shiro #takashi shirogane #krolia vld #krolia

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ikarakie · 8 months

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the reason i headcanon matt to be such a badass, battle worn rebel commander is because it’s so funny to imagine the paladins hearing stories of matt through shiro and pidge and thinking of him as some bumbling genius dork only to meet him and he’s tall, buff, and cool as fuck

#they all feel scammed #lance probably: pidge why didn’t you tell us your brother is hot #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron legendary disappointment #matt holt #matt voltron #voltron matt #lance mcclain #keith kogane #takashi shirogane #hunk garrett #pidge finders on #pidge holt #the jolts #holt siblings

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weaponizedducks · 18 days

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favourite kind of zukka fics is when zuko is chaotic besties with katara and katara is fucking gay enabler no.1 and she can see the fucking doomed yaoi pining with her extraspecial supersonic Gay Vision so she shoves them off a cliff or into a leprechaun closet Together while suki laughes and hakoda watches in fear

#this also applies to klance fics ngl #when either allura or pidge or both are gay enabler no.1 attempting to get them together #shiro is suki then it just makes sense they would both laugh at them #then allura and lance are siblings (katara and sokka)#keith and pidge are siblings (zuko and toph)#allura and keith are chaotic besties and lance and pidge are chaotic besties (zuko and katara and toph and sokka)#zukka #platonic zutara #atla #avatar the last airbender #katara

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vldsideblog · 5 months

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Btw, one day Keith off handedly makes a vine reference or something (he’s learned of a few through osmosis. It’s mostly Shiro’s fault) in front of Romelle. She has no clue what he’s talking about and Keith is not ready to open the can of worms that is Lance and Pidge inevitably getting involved to teach Romelle pop culture references.

He tries to distract her a few times (he’s literally pointing at random shit saying “look over there!”) before head in hands he has to explain what the Christian god and anime are. He’s very tired

#keith and romelle are siblings #they are so silly to me #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #keith voltron #keith headcanon #character headcanons #broganes #autistic keith #hcs #vld romelle #I have the power of god and anime on my side #shiro is secretly a meme lord #it’s just pushed down by all the trauma and responsibility #lance mcclain #pidge holt #takashi shirogane

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alien-slushie · 25 days

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Lance: You carved open my heart! Can't just leave me to bleed!-

Keith, eating a fry: I asked if you wanted something from McDonald's like six times, and you didn't answer me! You lost your rights to complain!

#source: my siblings #incorrect voltron quotes #incorrect voltron legendary defenders quotes #incorrect vld quotes #keith kogane #lance mcclain #klance

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hi-there-buddies · 4 months

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The amount of time I’ve spent on this au is ridiculous. Anyway ya I talked about this voltron tmnt crossover au before on my page but I was hyper fixating so hard I HAD to draw something about it. This is also one of the very few drawings I’ve done with two people in it! Cause I’m not good at it lol.

Anyway yes the only reason Im obsessed with this au is because the other paladins other than Keith actually get plot points and focus on them!1!!

(And by other paladins I mean Lance because voltron did him so wrong)

(If anyone knows how to post a fucking picture on this site WITHOUT it getting blurry as fuck please tell me)

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one-and-lonely16 · 2 years

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Ok ok Keith playing really well with one of Lance’s siblings and then the sibling says something about Lance always talking about Keith

Or the paladins having a spa day

Or the paladins at the beach

this ended up being longer than intended but i fucking loved writing it because nadia and silvio are so fun to write so here we go:

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“Ahhh, no, you’ve defeated me!” Lance cried out in mock hurt as Nadia jumped on him. He stifled a grunt when her knee landed in his stomach. She giggled and Silvio planted a foot on Lance’s hip.

“You were no match for us heroes, you vile creature!” he cheered, although he had a slight lisp from the gap in his mouth from where he recently lost his top front tooth.

The sound of a phone ringing cut off what Nadia was going to say. The three snapped their heads to where Lance’s phone was sitting on the sofa. Silvio stood up straighter to see who it was.

“Hey, it’s that Keith guy!”

Lance scrambled up the answer the phone, but Silvio and Nadia held onto his legs, dragging him down. Whilst Silvio tried to wrestle Lance to the ground, Nadia clambered over to get the phone. Just as she grasped the phone, Lance’s long arms scooped her up. He had Silvio writhing and pinned down lightly under his knee. Both kids giggled and Nadia held the phone out of reach, swiping to answer. She managed to squirm out of Lance’s grip and brought the phone to her ear, giggling and running away.

“Hi, Mr Keith,” she said, squealing as Lance ran to chase her.

“Nadia!” he yelled, tripping over his own feet.

“No, Tìo Lance can’t come to the phone right now, me and Silvio just defeated him.”

“Nadia Mcclain you give me that phone right now!”

Lance finally got a hold of her and wrestled the phone out of her hand.

“Keith,” he panted, sitting on the floor, holding onto Nadia so she couldn’t run away. “Hi.”

“Hey, Lance,” Keith’s amused voice came through the speakers.

“To what do I owe the pleasure- oof!” Silvio came bounding over and jumped on Lance once again.

“Hi, Mr Keith!” he yelled into both the phone and Lance’s ear. Lance winced.

Keith chuckled. “Hi, Silvio.”

Lance shoved Silvio away playfully and stood up so neither children could grab the phone. Silvio hugged Lance’s leg so when he tried to walk, it made it so he had to drag Silvio along with him and Nadia jumped up and grabbed onto the arm that was holding the phone to his ear. She swung from his arm, giggling loudly.

“What’s up?” Lance breathed out.

“I was going to ask if you were free to hang out, but I’m guessing you’re not.”

“Sadly not, Luis needed me to look after the twins today. So unless you want to babysit with me here, then I can’t.”

“Ok, I’ll be there in 5 minutes.”

Lance stopped in his tracks. “What?”

“You said if I want to hang out with you I have to help you babysit the twins. And I’m already almost at your house so.”

“So you were going to show up whether I could hang out or not?”

“Pretty much.”

Lance chuckled and ran his free hand through his hair. “Of course. Well, I suppose I could use a helping hand.”

“Thought so.”

After saying goodbye, Lance hung up. Nadia was still hanging from his arm and Silvio was still wrapped around his leg but both had gone quiet, listening to the conversation.

“Is Keith coming over?” Nadia asked hopefully.

Lance grinned and lifted his arm up so he could hold her in his arms. “Yep.”

They cheered and Silvio tried to scale Lance’s body. He shifted his weight so he could hold Nadia with one arm and with a groan lifted Silvio up with the other. He marched over to the sofa with both of them then collapsed back onto it. The twins didn’t move off of Lance, instead just moving so they could sit on his chest.

“Why is Keith coming over?” Silvio asked.

“To help me look after you stinky children.”

Nadia wrinkled up her nose. “We aren’t stinky.”

“Yes you are. Keith told me he could smell you from his car.”

“No he didn’t.”

“Yes he did.”

“No he didn’t.”

“How do you know he didn’t?”

“Because Keith is nice, and you’re just mean.”

Lance gasped in mock offense. “How dare you insult your beloved tìo like that! After I’ve slaved away looking after you. I suppose I should just leave you with Keith when he gets here.” The twins cheered. “However, I should let you know, Keith can’t cook.”

Their faces dropped.

“What?” said Silvio, sounding slightly horrified.

“Keith can’t cook. The man lives of packet noodles. I think it’s because his hair obscures his vision whenever he tries to see what he’s doing, then ends up burning the food.”

Nadia gasped. “He burns the food?”

“Yep.”

“That’s horrible! Why haven’t you tried to teach him how to cook?”

Lance sighed. “Keith Kogane doesn’t like to be told what to do. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

Nadia narrowed her eyes at Lance for a moment and tilted her head. “Is Keith your boyfriend?”

Lance’s eyes went wide and his face grew hot. “What? No! Why would you- I mean he’s hot I guess- His mullet- he would never- I can’t believe-” He took a deep breath to cut himself off. “No. Keith isn’t my boyfriend.”

Silvio frowned. “Wait, really? Cause Papá says-”

The sound of the doorbell ringing cut Silvio off. The twins scrambled off of Lance and rushed over to the door, yelling different variations of “Keith”. Lance ran after them.

“Nadia! Silvio! Don’t you dare open that door, it might not be Keith!” he yelled.

When he finally reached the door, he was glad to find neither of them had opened the door. He peered through the peep hole to see Keith standing there. His faced morphed into a grin and he flung the door open.

Keith only had a brief moment to smile at Lance before Nadia and Silvio ran at him, shouting greetings. Keith stumbled a bit but managed to stay standing.

“Hi Keith!” Nadia shouted.

“Keith, look! My tooth fell out!” Silvio yelled over the top of her, shoving her out of the way and pointing at the gap.

Keith raised his eyebrows. “Wow, very cool.”

“The toothfairy came and gave me two whole pounds!”

“You’re basically rich.”

Silvio nodded. “Tìo Lance said that when my other teeth become wobbly he will help me pull it out so I get the money faster!”

Keith raised an eyebrow and looked at Lance amused. “Did he now?”

Lance scratched the back of his neck. “Tìo Lance also said not to tell anyone he told you that.”

“No you didn’t, you just said not to tell Mamá, Papá and Abuela. You didn’t say I couldn’t tell Keith.”

Nadia tugged at Keith’s sleeve. “Pick me up!”

Lance folded his arms. “Nadia, use your manners.”

“Please, pick me up, Keith.”

Keith did as she asked and she grinned. “Happy now, princess?”

Nadia nodded. “You have bigger muscles than Tìo Lance.”

Lance gasped dramatically and Keith laughed.

“That’s because he has noodle arms and I go to the gym.”

“Betrayal,” Lance hissed. “Get inside, Mullet, before you freeze to death or I change my mind about letting you in.”

They went back inside and through to the living room. As soon as they got there, Silvio grabbed onto Keith’s hand, trying to drag him over to his new pretend sword he got and Nadia was bombarding him with questions (mainly about cooking and his hair which earnt Lance a side glare.) Lance smiled warmly at the scene.

“Guys, don’t crowd the poor man,” he chided.

Keith grinned at Lance. “It’s fine, you take a break for a bit, I can handle them for a bit.”

“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll go refill their drinks. Want anything?”

“Just a cup of water, please.”

“Coming up.”

When Lance came through with the drinks, he chuckled at the scene in front of him. Keith was running around with Silvio on his shoulders cackling and yelling “Fly dragon, fly!”. Nadia chased them with the fake sword, declaring how “You cannot escape the clutches of justice, evil witch! Your dragon can only fly for so long!” Keith let out a monotone roar, causing Silvio to giggle.

Lance set everything on the coffee table and sat on the sofa, watching them play. He spotted the car on the floor and his eyes went wide as Keith’s foot landed directly on it. He gasped as Keith slipped backwards. Lance shot up from his seat and ran over, hoping to whatever was out there that neither of them were hurt.

Keith had somehow managed to manoeuvre Silvio off of his shoulders and into his arms, cradling him and protecting him from the fall. Silvio stood, completely uninjured whilst Keith thudded his head on the floor with a groan.

“Christ, that kid is heavier than he looks,” Keith grumbled.

Lance leant over him. “Are you ok?”

Keith sat up, hand gingerly touching his side. “Probably gonna have a massive bruise in the morning, but aside from that, fine. Is Silvio ok?”

“I’m fine! Thank you for saving me, Keith,” Silvio chirped.

“Thank god,” Lance sighed. He hit Keith’s shoulder. “Watch where you’re going next time, idiot. “ He brought Keith into a hug. “You sure you’re ok?”

“Well you squeezing me isn’t helping.”

Lance quickly let go. “Oh my god, I am so sorry.”

Keith grinned. “Dude, I’m fine.”

Lance stood up, resolve on his face. “I’ll go get you some ice for your side. It will help with the bruising.”

“Lance, really, I’m fine-”

“Nope! I don’t want to hear it! You have no choice in the matter.”

Keith chuckled as Lance marched out of the room.

When Lance came back for a second time, he found Keith sitting on the sofa, Nadia and Silvio sitting on one of his knees each. Lance paused in the doorway, eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Do you like Tìo Lance?” Nadia asked.

“Of course I do, he’s my friend.”

“Yeah, but do you like like him?”

Keith chuckled. “Maybe.”

“You can tell us, you know. We wont tell him,” Silvio piped in.

“Well, Lance has super hearing, so while I trust you two, he might overhear what I say,” Keith explained. The twins nodded in understanding, faces completely serious. Lance felt an easy smile slip onto his face and his face warm up.

“Tìo Lance always talks about you,” Silvio said.

“Oh, does he now?”

“Yep!” Nadia joined in, popping the ‘p’. “He’s always like ‘Oh Keith is so amazing and cool’ and ‘Keith’s hair is so hot’ and ‘his eyes are so pretty’.”

“He talks about your hair a lot,” Silvio added.

Nadia nodded. “And about how strong you are. Everything really. Even when he’s annoyed, he ends up saying nice things about you, it’s weird.”

“Oh really? And how do you two know this?”

“We hear him on calls to Hunk. And ranting to Tìa Ronnie,” Silvio admitted.

“And Papá says he can’t wait for the day Lance finally takes you out on a date and he wants to give you the ‘big brother’ talk or whatever but Mamá always talks him out of it,” Nadia explained.

Keith chuckled nervously. “Well, can’t say I’m looking forward to that.”

“Would you let Tìo Lance take you out on a date? Because I think he really wants to-”

Lance decided then that he should interrupt this before he combusted on the spot from embarrassment.

“Alright then! Here’s your ice.” Lance shoved the ice into Keith’s hands and dropped down next to him. If he noticed how embarrassed the other looked, he didn’t point it out.

“Thanks.”

“So, what were you guys talking about in here?” Lance asked, feigning innocence.

Whilst he thought Lance wasn’t looking, Keith glanced at the twins who were giggling and sent them a wink.

“Nothing much. They were telling me why Luis or Lisa needed someone to babysit today.”

Lance rolled his eyes. He’s lucky he’s pretty, cause he’s shit at lying.

#i know u asked for siblings but i feel nadia and silvio fit so much better #klance #voltron #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance fic #they're menaces and i love them #best wingchildren

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v-tired-queer · 5 months

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Doodling for an AU I'm working on for VLD and this is the first baby that I've drawn that actually turned out how I envisioned 🤣 Practice does pay off 🩷

#incase anyone is wondering: her name is halina mayumi kogane (hally for short) and she’s keith's daughter in an aroace keith au!#eventually she's going to have two other siblings but it's just her for now 💜#also featuring: shiro/adam daughter abigail akira shirogane-wessel #hunk/shay twin sons clay and flint garrett #and lance/allura kids prince alfor mcclain and princess esme mcclain #so much i wanna say about this au but still so much in devlopement about is so i haven't even started writing yet #and for once i'm not writing sheith lmao #pencil on paper sketch #sketch #original character #original child character #oc #original voltron character #voltron au #voltron legendary defender #my art #kit draws

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lavendercodes · 2 years

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memories and druids | chapter one

the only reason this is actually being published is bc of the encouragement of my bestie lizard. so if y’all like this go ahead and thank lizard @lizardstail

angst - memory flashes, mentions of violence, memory loss, !! THERE WILL BE SWEARING IN THE CHAPTERS !! (i think that’s it)

keith kogane x reader

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3

everything was so dark.

you were knocked out, but you didn’t feel your body hit the ground. what happened? the last thing that you could remember was crashing your ship, it seemed like you were fighting someone.

as the glass in front of you slid open, you gasped for air and fell forward on to your knees. the darkness was still surrounding you, but this time there was a dim light coming from the pod that illuminated the room. you stumbled on to your feet and felt to the side, crashing into the wall. a wince left your lips as you struggled to regain your balance. there was no visible sign of injuries, thanks to the pod, but there was an odd feeling around your neck.

without warning, an image flashed through your head. a memory, maybe. you couldn’t make anything out. it was all too blurry and distorted. another flash was triggered as your fingertips grazed your neck, you saw yourself being held up against the wall and strangled. your eyes widened in fear as you stumbled backwards.

who the hell was that?

and why the hell was that the last thing you remembered?

your eyes flew around the room. you were trying to find something, anything that would be familiar to give you comfort.

that’s when you spotted a piece of sheet metal tucked behind a crate, you raced over and yanked it out. you moved closer to the light coming off the pod and squinted at your reflection. the markings on your cheeks glowed a bit at the sight of your face.

finally, something that you could recognize.

despite being in that pod, for gods know how long, you felt incredibly exhausted and distressed. although you figured that was understandable, the pod was seemingly designed to help with more physical injuries. after examining your face for a few more ticks, you decided that it was time to look for a way out. you moved towards the door and out of the room once the door slid open.

the gray halls were lit up brightly. you shielded your face for a minute before your eyes adjusted to the sudden change. the room that you and the pod were stashed in was like a storage room, but it was clear it hadn’t been used in ages. it was like someone was trying to hide you on purpose.

there was a series of doors on either side of you as you walked further into the hall. this place felt vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t navigate your way through it. no memories of this place were appearing in your head like before. the more you walked through the halls, the more frustrated you began to get.

it felt like you were just going around in circles.

you wished you could ask for help, but you thought that wouldn’t end well considering you were hidden in this place. you didn’t know if anyone was here and if they were, you didn’t know what they would do once they found you.

just as the thought crossed your mind, alarms started blaring throughout the building.

the loud noises sent you into a panic. you froze and felt a wave of anxiety rush over your body. if someone caught you, would they kill you? you mouth went dry at the thought. you shook your head and darted down a random hall. luckily, you came across a room you hadn’t noticed before and ran towards it. as the door slid open, you quickly ducked inside.

the thought of dying without your memories terrified you. you would never find out if you had a family or if someone was looking for you, you’d die all alone.

you slipped behind a few crates stacked up in the corner of the room and sat down on the ground, pulling your knees up to your chest. you hoped that doing this would hide your body well enough that if anyone came in, they wouldn’t be able to find you.

as the sirens continued to blare, you pressed your palms against your ears in an attempt to block them out. you were already scared and the loud noise wasn’t exactly helping.

soon enough, the door slid open and you saw the light from the hallway brighten up the room. your eyes were screwed shut and your body was shaking violently. footsteps slowly made their way towards you and then there was a figure standing over. they were fairly tall, tall enough that their shadow engulfed you and the wall behind you.

the moment that door open you figured you were done for. so despite all your fear, you waited. for something, anything to happen that would allow you to determine your fate.

what you didn’t expect was the voice of your founder to be soft, kind even.

“hey…i’m not gonna hurt you, okay?” Shiro tried to reassure you. something was very wrong here. “Keith, get in here and stay away from the door. i don’t want Allura to know we found them yet.”

Allura…

dozens of feelings stir as the name repeated over and over again in your head.

you felt anger, fear, and resentment. that name was incredibly familiar. you’ve heard it over a dozen times, you could tell that much. who was Allura? you needed to know. they had to know you somehow if their name sounded that familiar.

your hands hesitantly pulled away from your ears and you looked up at Shiro. he looked surprised at the sight of you, you were an Altean. that was obvious, but what confused him was how different your markings were compared to Allura’s and Coran’s. while theirs were smaller and in the shake shape, yours appeared to be a little longer and curvier.

“do you remember your name?” Shiro asked.

he could see you hesitate. there was a strange look that crossed your face for a second, he could tell you were unsure. if Shiro wanted you to tell him anything, he had to get you to trust him first. “it’s okay, you don’t have to answer that right now.”

Shiro stood up and walked towards Keith. you pressed your chin against your knees and looked up through your eyelashes. there was two people in the room, the younger male kept looking back at you. almost as if you were going to jump up and attack either one of them at any second. you moved your gaze towards the floor, picking at the skin around your fingernails.

if wanted to get more information about Allura, you needed to say something.

“you mentioned an Allura…” you said softly, your voice was hoarse and raspy. “i- i think i know them. i can’t remember exactly…but that name. i’ve heard it before.”

Shiro and Keith paused for a second. they gave each other a look before turning back towards you. “we think you should come with us.”

it was uncomfortable.

you stood between Shiro and Keith in front of a bunch of other people. they all had round ears which you though was odd, but you wouldn’t dare to say that out loud.

as you stood there, you could feel a pair of eyes staring at you intensely. you didn’t even bother to look up from the ground, you feared that if you did it would cause you go get into trouble.

“why aren’t they detained?” Allura questioned.

“Allura, they can’t remember anything. don’t you think that’s the bigger issue here?” Shiro questioned, “none of us know what’s going on and you’re not telling us.”

the woman looked angry, but took in a deep breath and held herself together. Allura didn’t believe for a second that you had lost your memories. you could easily be lying to them. Allura started to cautiously approach you. as she got closer, you moved to take a step back.

she straightened up and sighed, taking a step back, “do you at least remember your name?” she asked.

“of course i do.” you answered. your voice was still raspy and sounded much more defensive than it did before, “what is it?” Allura asked.

“i want to ask you something before i say anything else.”

Allura’s eye twitched at your avoidance, but she agreed and walked back to where she had been previously standing, a good several feet away from you.

“it’s clear you know who i am. how?”

“that’s not important.” Allura said.

it wasn’t important. of course it wasn’t, it was always like that with Allura. she never cared about anything if it didn’t pertain to her… you could feel the anger bubbling up in your chest. this wasn’t the first time she had spoken to you like this. her dismissing tone, her brushing you off like it wasn’t your place to ask questions.

even if you couldn’t clearly remember who Allura was, it was clear that you both had an unfriendly past with each other.

Hunk cleared his throat and looked around nervously a bit. “it isn’t? i kinda feel like, you know…if you randomly woke up on some weird ship one day without any memories it would be a pretty important issue…” you couldn’t help, but snap your gaze towards him.

Allura let out an exasperated sigh, “it isn’t important for them to know because they won’t be here long.”

“they’ll be locked up in a holding cell until we can figure out if they’re telling the truth and then we can determine what to with them.”

a shorter person immediately jumped to speak. “how is that fair? they obviously don’t know what’s going on. what reason would they have to lie about this, Allura?”

she expected to keep you here against your will like you were just going to go along with it. you were confused and scared, and she didn’t want to hear you out at all. it wasn’t fair. your nails began to dig into the flesh on your palms, causing a stinging sensation to fill your nerves.

“you- you just expect me to just go along with this?” anger and disbelief evident in your voice.

“i don’t expect you to go along with anything. you never had a choice in the matter.” Allura said with annoyance laced in her tone.

your nails dug further into your palms, but you didn’t say anything. Shiro began to speak up and argue against Allura, but she wouldn’t listen to him. her decision was final and she was not going to change her mind anytime soon.

okay so hii lil author’s note ig the reader is up to full interpretation. this includes looks (minus yk the altean markings), if they have an accent, name, etc. reader will be using they/them pronouns all throughout the chapters and i’m going to be vague regarding descriptions to the reader. so it’s easier for me and others, you can also refer to the reader as rey if you don’t wanna like insert your name. that’s what i’ve been doing lmfao

there is a playlist for rey that if y’all would like to have access to i don’t mind adding the link either, all you gotta do is ask. if you have any questions or need any clarifications on anything don’t be afraid to ask :))

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