#klance ficlet

[klaissance]

nobody asked but here is my pitch for a princess and the pauper klance au

Princess Allura of Altea generally likes her life. She lives in a palace with her father, King Alfor, her quirky tutor and longtime friend Coran, and her lady-in-waiting Romelle who she definitely is not in love with. Don't worry about it.

Her being totally not in love with Romelle is something to not worry about at all because actually, as of fairly recently, Allura is engaged! To a man (ew) she's never met (double ew): Prince Keith of Marmora. Their matrimony is to solidify an alliance between Altea and Marmora which, if everyone's being honest, is mostly to haul Altea out of its recent troubles. The kingdom is floundering and its people have been suffering for too long; this alliance with Marmora offers a fresh start and a royal wedding promotes economic stimulation, etc etc politics politics

Allura loves her people and her father so she's gonna suck it up and do this. But she can't and won't be jazzed about it all the time. Sometimes she wishes she could be anyone but herself, with the freedom to make selfish choices.

Anyway down in the town there is this boy named Lance McClain and he just so happens to have a vaguely similar facial structure to Altea's princess (rip this has to be a blue-eyed Lance story to work, huh) and he works at the dress emporium under Monsieur Iverson who is, frankly, an abusive boss. But Iverson is funding Lance's sister's education. The McClains need this, and so Lance pricks his fingers and works every waking hour for pennies that he never even gets to see. Lance loves his family so he's gonna do it but he can't and won't be jazzed about it all the time. Sometimes he wishes he could be anyone but himself, with the freedom to make selfish choices.

do u feel me on this guys

also Allura has five cats named Onyx, Ruby, Emerald, Sapphire, and Topaz and she loves them very much. But Sapphire has been acting strange recently...

Lance has this cat that he calls Blue that he doesn't actually have but she shows up night after night at his window and he feeds her and she lays on his lap while he works and he loves her very much

......it's the same cat *hold for applause*

anyway Romelle takes Allura into town to "run errands" or something but really it's just a date and one of Allura's last tastes of freedom before she gets hitched to whoever this Keith dude is

and Sapphire slips away and dashes through the streets and Allura chases her down and finds her perched on a windowsill in an alley being fed by a stranger who looks a little familiar and oh--

Lance and Allura finally meet and look at each other and are like woah we could definitely be siblings genetics are so weird

Bonded by their shared cat they get along splendidly and have a nice and surprisingly deep talk about their respective plights, and Allura promises to call on Lance soon

The next morning Coran and Romelle go to the princess only to find her bed empty save for a note that says she's taken the cats and run away...

The note is sus and then Sapphire shows up (from spending the night at Lance's.) Coran and Romelle know Allura would never leave just Sapphire behind, so they're immediately Not Buying It but they don't know who they can trust, and also this is a disaster because Prince Keith and his entourage are literally coming to visit today so they need to fix this asap

Romelle remembers the boy from the village who looked weirdly like Allura and she has the best/worst idea of all time...

Cue "To Be A Princess" as performed by Coran and Romelle at Lance, who by the end of the song is unclockable he's so good at princess cosplay

When "Allura" appears at dinner as scheduled, Alfor's advisor Zarkon and his shitty son Lotor are shook but they stay quiet

you guys lotor as preminger is so funny pLEASE

AND THEN KEITH SHOWS UP

Keith and his diplomat friends, The Holts, and his captain of the guard Shiro, pull up to dinner to meet Keith's future wife

Keith's a gay man he's not thrilled about this. She's certainly a handsome woman, if her portraits are to be believed, but there's nothing to be done about it. Lifelong bummer for Keith. Such is princedom.

So Keith and co. show up in Altea and they meet the princess and Keith swears she's a little broader in the shoulders and sharper in the jaw than he'd expected but chalks it up to shitty portraiture. He'll hire the court painter from Marmora when they're married.

Lance in his princess costume is like "oh lord he's fine" but then they go on a bunch of weird dates and mostly bicker a bunch because Keith hates that he's forced to be here and Lance is just sort of like that

meanwhile Allura's like busting her own ass out of the mines and lotor sings how can i refuse *hold for standing ovation*

and since Sapphire didn't get kidnapped with the other cats she's still around and Lance talks to her in the bath and is generally just being silly goofy and Keith happens to walk by and hear Lance talking in his normal tone to somebody named "Blue" and the door happens to be a little open and Keith happens to peek--he doesn't even know why he literally doesn't even like women--and wait just a fucking second that is a boy and a wig on the floor and Keith to himself is like 'um should i complain about being lied to, something wack is going on here' and then he's like 'wait I'm gay and he's hot let's see how this plays out' and says nothing LMAO

but then their little dates get way more interesting because Keith is trying to tease out this secret and also is like,, actually interested

maybe they do a horseback riding date where Lance gets to wear pants and have the big platinum wig tied back and he feels a little more like himself and he and Keith hardly even bicker anymore they just sort of have a great time together and Lance feels a little insane for this whole thing but he really likes him but he has to tell him the truth and he's literally about to admit it

but then Lotor comes back from checking on Allura in the mines and knows the princess at the palace is a fake so he calls Lance out and rips the wig off, the whole thing, and Lance is thrown in the dungeon when moments ago he was literally a hair's breadth away from kissing Keith on the mouth UGH life is so cruel

Lotor and Zarkon convince Alfor that Allura is dead and they plot to strike and stage their coup during her funeral or something idk

But meanwhile Romelle and Allura and the cats are power-lesbianing their way out of the mines, and meanwhile meanwhile Keith busts Lance out of jail and they go also to the mines to try to save Allura

just four gays and their cats standing at the mines like ok what now

they bust into the funeral proceedings and wreck Lotor's shit, Allura definitely throws him over her shoulder and skips him like a rock and they explain everything to Alfor

Lotor and Zarkon go to jail and Altea is saved even without the marriage alliance because Allura and Romelle found extra stores of quintessence locked in the geodes in the mines or whatever

Lance is now so thoroughly sponsored by not one but two royal families that his family will want for nothing ever again--his siblings are put on royal scholarship to any school of their choosing in either Altea or Marmora. Lance himself has always wanted to travel, so he does, and he writes letters to Keith the whole time and when he returns Keith is waiting for him and they do a big gay double wedding with Allura and Romelle just like in the Barbie movie <3

the end

#THIS ONE GOT AWAY FROM ME YALL #i think i cooked #somebody tell me this isnt perfect #oh wait u cant #klance #klance ficlet #sort of #my writing #princess and the pauper au #like am i nuts for this #maybe #vld au #i just think this has all the pieces #lance and allura as besties #allura and keith as disaster gays #klance spiced with mistaken identities #chefs kiss

[soulreapin]

keith who always has an earbud in. there are never words without whiskey-strong music behind them.

without the comfortable ache of his earbuds in his ears there is the sound of fighting and slamming doors. children crying and panicked breathing.

there is not a thing that convinces him to take those earbuds out.

he lives a life of white noise and soft rock.

until lance. lance who’s mouth runs and runs like a track star set loose.

lance who speaks like a fourth of july sparkler and is right at keith’s ear, trying to pry past the molded cushion of his earbud.

when the earbuds come out doorjambs rattling becomes lance pouring his coffee and yapping in spanish. hushed yelling becomes the pad of socked feet on floors and quiet storytelling.

the earbuds stay tucked away one day and do not return. keith has found a better white noise. one who’s words make sense.

#is this basically isogekko #yes #do i care #not at all #vld #voltron #keith kogane #vld keith #klance #keith voltron #lance mcclain #vld lance #ficlet #fic idea

[coolnonsenseworld]

Cause they are wingmen.... get it? Because of wings of Voltron???

Anyway it's what friends are for - when you don't have the guts to explain the idea of engagement and marriage and are too shy about it, your buddy got your back. To completely mortify you before you even have a chance to get drunk.

linktr.ee/Mezzy

#klance #hunay #hunk voltron #shay voltron #laith #voltron legendary defender #between posting this to patreon and tumblr i started writing this as a fic #i also got reminded that whenever i feel like writing a ficlet i sit down and wrrite until i run out of instant ideas for it #and when i check the wordcount its always between 1000-1600 #its been super fun but editing later now more work #also made me realize how much i enjoy dorky shiro #have an awesome monday!!!

[wickedwitchofthesouth]

Keith can play the electric guitar, and shiro can play the drums, and Adam was an exceptional vocalist. Before everything went to shit shiro and Keith used to joke about how they would form a family band if the whole space thing didn't work out.

When shiro left, Adam encouraged Keith to keep playing as a hobby. When shiro went missing, Keiths passion for it staggered, but he continued playing because he wanted to show shiro how much better he'd gotten when he would come back- because shiro was going to come back. He had too

When Adam passed away, Keith gave up entirely. Maybe it was out of spite. Maybe he didn't see any point in practising anymore. Maybe the memory of better days was just too painful to revisit. Keith couldn't give you a reason. He'd really given up on all his hobbies and interests. Anything that wasn't directly needed to help him find shiro wasn't worth the effort.

He knew shiro would hate that. But shiro was the one who left. So did he really have any say in how Keith chose to ruin his nights finding him? Keith didn't think he did.

But its years later now and theyve all found their way back to earth, ready for one last mission before the end of the line comes into sight. Keith walks into his room for the first time in years to find shiro already sitting on his bed.

Hands cradling the dust covered guitar. The strings were britle from years of sitting in a corner and its once pristine glossy red finish had been replaced by the dulling of sun damage.

If the instrument could speak, it would curse him to the ends of the earth for abandoning it the same way he was abandoned - and Keith would let it.

Still, shiro smiles at him, handing over the guitar to his brother. "You still play?" He asks as if he doesn't already know the answer.

Keith feels like he's a kid again. He doesn't want to disappoint but he doesn't want to lie either. "Not really"

Shiro gets up to uncover all the old equipment from under the sheets. Keith can see the dust partials flying in the sunbeam that's shining through the blinds. He watches shrio plug everything in, the lights on the tuner take a while to flicker on but they get their eventually.

Keith remembered how he'd kept shiros drumsticks even though Adam had thrown out his drum set one night in a fit or rage. He'd cried all night after that, Keith remembered trying to comfort him to no avail. Little hands trying to wipe away the endless pools of tears that streamed down Adams face. He doesn't like thinking about it.

He walks over to his bedside drawer. It takes a bit of strength to wriggle the old thing open, but when he does, he's pleased to see they're still there. Shiros favourite pair of purple drumsticks. Adams favourite colour. Keith remembered, and he knows shiro can't forget.

"Aha!" Shrio cheers, and Keith is pulled back into the present. When he turns around, he finds shiro standing over the equipment. Overly satisfied with himself for still remembering how to set it up. "Still got it," he says, brushing his shoulder. Keith can't help but chuckle.

Keith holds up the drumsticks and he loves the way shiros face lights up ."Oh my god! you kept them?!" He cheers.

"Theyre all I could manage to hide from adam" Keith replies as shiro takes them out of his hand. He did not mean for it to sound as miserable as it came out.

Shrio smiles ever so softly as he turns them over in his hands. "It's okay," he says. Keith knows exactly what he's thinking about. it's an odd feeling to be able to know someone this well.

Shiro takes in a sharp breath before looking back up at keith. That excited spark finds its way back into his eyes as he pushes the guitar into Keith's chest. "Your turn." he smirks, patting him on the shoulder. "Show me what you've got"

Keith stands there for a moment like a deer in headlights. It's been years since he's even held the guitar in his hands. He's not sure if he's "got" anything left.

"Shiro I don't-"

"Oh come on!! I'm sure you've still got it just give it a try"

It's an even worse feeling being known this well. Keith doesn't know what to do with it.

He carefully slings the strap over his head. He's sure the dust will leave a mark on his jacket.

"Okay, but don't laugh if I suck." he points his pick at shiro, who holds up a finger to his lips in response, but Keith can already see the laugh creeping up on his face

Keith readjusts the guitar to try and get a better grip. Something doesn't feel right. He fiddles around with it a little longer. He holds up the pick and strums a few chords, but they don't sound right. He tries to tune them, strums the chords again, readjust the strap again-

"You need to try Keith," shiro finally says. "You won't know if you can play if you don't even try"

Keith looks back at his brother. It's been nearly a decade since he last heard shiro say that. He prays to any higher power that will listen to not let his eyes give away how those words make him feel now. He doesn't think anyone is listening.

Keith takes in the deepest breath before holding the guitar again. He tries to smile. "Okay, any requests?"

Shrio taps his chin in thought, "How about Bowie?" He recommends "life on Mars? Or maybe rebel rebel? You used to love those songs"

"I might remember rebel rebel," he says mostly to himself. He strums a few chords trying to remember the riff of the songs. It takes a few attempts, but he gets it eventually.

Keith hums the lyrics he doesn't remember and the ones he does he attempts to sing

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel rebel, your face is a mess

Shiro joins in the chours. Well- he certainly makes an attempt

Rebel rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp! I love you so!

Somewhere between the awful singing and questionable guitar playing, keith finds himself lost in the music. His head rocks back and forth, and he's sure his hair is a mess but he feels like he's floating. He feels like he's 14 again. He feels like they're back in shiros garage on a hot summer day and the sound of drumsticks beating on his desk turns into drums actually being played, and Adams is about to walk through the door any moment now and grab the mic.

When the song finally ends, keith finds himself laughing in excitement. When he opens his eyes again, the drums have turned back into a desk, and the mic is nowhere to be found, but Keith is still smiling. He's got it.

He's still got it

"See" Shrio cheers, pulling Keith out of his head the for second time that afternoon "I told you"

"That was awesome," Keith says, pushing his hair out of his face as he pulls the guitar off. He wants to hug it and tell it he's sorry for leaving. Shiro will think he's lost his mind, but it's totally worth it.

When he looks back at shiro, he's giving him the fondest smile. Keith suddenly feels a knot forming his stomach, he's only seen shiro make that face twice his whole life. Once when Keith got his fighter pilot rank at the garrison and second when he was selected for the kerberos mission.

He opens his mouth as if to say something but closes it again and suddenly slings his arm around Keith's neck, pulling him down to ruffle his hair even further. Keith tries to protest, but every word just comes out as a laugh. "Look at you," shrio says amidst their play fight. "When did you get this cool, huh?"

Keith finally manages to pull away, stumbling a little before finding his balance again. "I've always been this cool," he retorts, trying to card his fingers through his hair. "You just refused to notice it before"

"Nope no I'm pretty sure this is a recent development" shiro mocks,

Keith rolls his eyes but the smile his still apparent on his lips "whatever" he says, crossing his arms over his chest

He's thrown slightly off balance again when shiro throws his arm around his shoulders. But this time, he only gently pulls him into a side hug as they walk out of the room. "Well, at least we still know one thing for sure"

"And whats that" Keith asks walking in tow

Shiro shrugs, one hand around his brother the other in his pocket "if this space thing doesn't work out, we've still got the band" he winks

Keith shakes his head laughing "and are we taking audtions for a new vocalist?"

"No need to, I've already got someone in mind" shiro replies "have you heard lance sing?"

"Lance can sing???"

"Oh that boy was built for a stage"

#this was supposed to end at the first paragraph #i got a little carried away #i love them so much #they are my jo and amy march #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #adam x shiro #keith and shiro #sibilings #klance #voltron #voltron keith #vld #vld shiro #vld keith #ficlet

[alohaasaloevera]

KL post-canon sorta fwb/situationship AU where they rile each other up!!!!!!1!1!!1!

—

Lance is so fucking annoying. Keith has decided that his mindset from when he was 18 (and sexually confused—actually, maybe just repressed?) is now superior.

Keith hates how Lance flirts with anything that even remotely looks like a woman. He hates how he jokes around too much. He hates how extensive his skin routine is. He hates how he can’t decide whether he wants to punch Lance or kiss him senseless every single time he wiggles his eyebrows as an attempt to flirt or recites a crappy one-liner at him.

His Things I Hate About Lance list is about to be updated, because they’re at yet another diplomatic party on earth (which is actually more of a “celebrating the fact that the universe didn’t get destroyed” party) and Lance is wearing a navy blue button-down shirt which is very much accentuating his muscles, and it’s causing his brain to malfunction. I guess the constant labor at the farm paid off, Keith thinks.

He’s also flirting with a lady who also seems to be extremely appreciative of Lance’s outfit choice. They look like they’re about to decimate each other in the middle of the room with how their eyes are focused solely on the other. Lance’s eyes flick over to him for a second before he just smirks at Keith—the smug fuck—then he focuses back on the girl in front of him before settling his hand on her hip and leaning closer, his voice a hushed whisper against the shell of her ear.

Keith just rolls his eyes. Not that he cares about who Lance sleeps with anyways.

“You’re drooling.” Shiro says, which earns him a moderately hard slap from Keith on his non-prosthetic arm. “You look mad, too.”

“Shut up.” Keith grumbles, because apparently his 14 year old self’s attitude is now the best way to go, “Go away.”

“Jeez, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“I said, shut it! Or else telling Adam you made out with Curtis.”

“Please, they’re probably making out with each other as of this moment.”

“Gross!”

“What are you, 12?”

Keith does not go ahead and answer that question, mostly because he doesn’t want to admit that he’s acting more and more immature as the seconds that he stares at Lance and the woman go by.

Shiro, who has been a spectator of Keith pining over the Red Paladin since the early days of Voltron, sighs, before ruffling Keith’s hair, “Please just try and talk out whatever this weird sexual tension between you and him is. For me, please? I’ve already constructed a customized shovel talk for him if you ever do get with him, and let’s just say updating it over the years—”

“Alright, alright! I’ll do it!”

“Thanks, child.”

“Child? Is that what we’re doing now?”

“Just go!”

—

Keith, both fortunately and unfortunately, does not get to talk to Lance until after the party. He walks around the ballroom, and multiple people tell him Lance was last seen walking out eagerly with a girl, so he waits until the next day to talk to him.

What feels unsettling is that how most of the people who let him know about where Lance has gone were talking in an almost…disappointed manner; like they had expected better from him. Which is ridiculous, because for starters, Lance doesn’t need to be all serious and on guard all of the time, especially since they’re celebrating the fact that they had won the war—in fact, it would be out of character for Loverboy Lance to not flirt with at least one person at a party. Secondly, Lance is basically still a kid. Sure, he’s been through some stuff, but he’s still 20 years old. He wouldn’t even have graduated college by now!

Keith gets that they are the Paladins of Voltron, and their duty is to protect the universe, but sometimes the expectations people have for them make them look like flawless, error-free machines who never make mistakes or miss a beat, when it’s far from that. They’re human too. They mess up plans like half the time (maybe not half, but you get the point)!

When he’s walking to Lance’s house—somewhere about a 5 minute walk away from the city and a 10 minute walk from his own house—he stops in his tracks.

What is he even going to say to him?

He can’t be flat-out, outright straightforward with Lance and say, “Oh, I’m kinda in love with you, and have been for the past 5 or so years, so could we stop this friends-with-benefits situationship we have going on and just cut to the real deal?”, but he also can’t be too vague with it.

Though, if there’s anything that Voltron has taught him, one of the things would be, without a doubt, is that you always have to be prepared to improvise.

He knocks on the cold wood, and just when Keith is about to reconsider even coming here, the door opens.

—

In the course of 5 seconds, Keith goes from knocking on a door to being slammed against that same door. Not that he’s going to complain.

“Sorry—” Lance manages in between kisses, “—about—” a kiss on his forehead, “—yesterday.” He kisses Keith gently on the lips, adding more pressure when the smaller’s arms come to wrap around his neck.

Just as Keith relaxes, he breaks the kiss, genuinely confused, “Wait, what?”

“It’s just that you seemed genuinely sad when I was flirting with her, and—” Lance attempts to explain, only for Keith to cut him off.

“Hey, don’t apologize to me for that.” Keith protests. “I was just jealous that you looked fucking amazing in that dress shirt and she was the one who got to have you. Besides, we aren’t exclusive.”

He expects Lance to loosen up—maybe brag about how he wooed Keith with his dazzling looks, but he sure as Zarkon and Honerva themselves does not expect him say this:

“But what if I want to be exclusive?”

Keith’s heart catches in his throat, eyes widening like saucers, “What?”

“I said,” Lance looks straight at Keith, his gaze piercing,

“What if I want to be exclusive?”

Oh, fuck.

#no smut in this household #this will be one of the rare suggestive things I post #and this isn’t even that bad #GUYS #THIS #IS JUST A LIL THING #I WOULDVE MADE IT MORE DESCRIPTIVE IF IT WASNT #voltron #vld #vld lance #vld keith #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance #laith #fic #aloe vera does it again guys #she did the thing where she makes her word vomit organized and legible #aloe vera iii’s writing #ficlet #small fic #one-shot #Should I develop this into a bigger idea?? #ok it isn’t even suggestive #they’re just kissing #I made this at nighttime #I need to go to sleep #so #get ready for some low-quality work #I HAVE NEVER KISSED ANYONE BEFORE 💀💀 SO BE READY FOR A MEDIOCRE DESCRIPTION OF KISSING

[bluemantics]

“Wow,” Lance breathed, pushing a lock of hair back from Keith’s forehead. He lazily blinked up at Lance, just stirring under the soft white light cast through the windows, his blankets bunched around his waist.

“Hmm?” He intoned, squinting up at Lance, who was propped on a pillow.

“It’s just crazy to think that I have the whole world in my hands right now,” Lance murmured. He smoothed a thumb over Keith’s eyebrow. “All entrusted to me.”

Keith smiled against his will and turned his face quickly into his pillow. “Go to sleep again, Lance.”

Then—

“Fuck,” Keith huffed, bent over Lance with his head resting in Keith’s lap. “Fuck.” He pressed a hand over Lance’s middle. A trail of blood leaked from the corner of Lance’s mouth, and for once, Keith wasn’t a fan of red.

“I’m gonna be okay.” Lance coughed, hair flopping into his face. Keith pushed it back for him.

“Just stay still,” Keith urged.

“I’m going to be fine, Keith.” Lance’s voice was firm, confident now. “You can get us out of here. You can do anything.”

And, well, wasn’t that trust just… /something/ special.

So Keith did something with it, and got them home, white light shining over their faces as the castleship responded to his calls.

Lance’s surety sat on Keith’s shoulders, like a lion’s cape, like a duty and an honor all at once.

#klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltron #klance fic #lance voltron #keith vld #klance fanfiction #bluemanfics #short ficlet #ficlet

[lilflowerpot]

I’m so happy that you share my headcanon of Keith having a crush on James because honestly there was so much unresolved tension between them.

Also, can you please open your fruitful mind cave and please share some headcanons that you have of the two of them please? So i can sit here and giggle uncontrollably while staring at my phone🙃

[original]

I don't really have a whole lot in the way of concrete headcanons regarding Keith & James' past, it's more nebulous ~vibes~, but let me give it my best shot:

So first thing's first, they met upon starting middleschool at the ripe young age of 11 with that delightful hormonal cocktail and all the dysfunctional emotions it entails a-brewing.

Keith's dad had been dead some three years at this point, and his foster placements had gone up in flames enough times that he'd been recently, but rather permanently, placed in a local group home. That in mind, he's all but given up on making actual human connections because these things seem to just never quite work out for him; better that he give up trying altogether, and save himself the hurt, but then... there's James.

Keith's already snagged the desk by the window in the far back—the best spot, as far as he's concerned—and is as happy to ignore and be ignored by his classmates as they file in for sixth period physics, until- until he walks in, all loud laughs and cheeky smiles, with a gaggle of kids hanging off his every word and more effortless charisma than any pre-teen boy should ever really have the right to.

And then gunmetal eyes sort of slide across the room—like he knew he was being watched before Keith even realised he was watching—all lazy arrogance and stupid hair, and he's looking Keith up and down and raising an eyebrow and- Keith looks away, mouth drawn and shoulders tight. Kids like that like to fight kids like him, he knows, and he cannot afford to get chewed out on his first fucking day for god's sake.

But it's not just physics because why would it be, no, over the coming week Keith finds that James Griffin—and it's no surprise to learn he's from money with a name like that—shares at least half his classes, P.E. among them, which is where it truly beings.

"It" being their... rivalry, Keith supposes.

He's not even sure who started it, just as likely to be both of them as neither, but when they're put on opposing teams for a "friendly" game of football, what begins as Keith making the most of his natural dexterity—skirting around lumbering opponents, nimble as a cat—turns into Griffin hunting him and only him down across the pitch like a damn bloodhound. "That's the game kid" the coach tells him, as if, by the end of it, he hadn't been systematically cornered and corralled by the other team irrespective of whether or not he had the damn ball, entirely at Griffin's direction, "like it or lump it". Keith, still wheezing with ribs that protest every breath after a particularly rough tackle, finds himself quite particularly disinclined to lump it, and certainly doesn't like it one bit.

Definitely not.

So Griffin pushes, Keith pulls. Griffin hits, Keith kicks. Griffin scratches, Keith bites.

But it's not bullying, never that: Keith's known his fair share—a scruffy orphan with anger issues is an easy target, he supposes—and this simply isn't it. Griffin evens defends him, once, in the particularly chilly January of their first year when a meat-headed trio think it funny to soak Keith's shirt during gym and leave it out to freeze; without pause or hesitation, Griffin had quietly handled them with more snide diplomacy than Keith himself would ever wield, and though the details of that closing whisper-threat were known only to he who'd received it, the sudden pallor of face and contrition of manner had left quite the impression.

...As did the cozily lined sweater that James—with goosebumps rising on his arms and cheeks already pinking from the chill—had thrown into Keith's arms from across the changing room, citing the pinprick hole in the cuff as reason enough for him to have been planning to rid himself of it anyway.

They're not friends—how could they be? James is intelligent and popular and so annoyingly good at things he damn near makes an art out of breathing—but for the first time since he was orphaned, Keith finds himself with one singular constant that he can rely on to be infuriatingly charmingly stubbornly there: never shying from Keith's sharp edges nor being swayed by the cruel whispers that haunt him everywhere he goes, James is just... James. Disagreeable. Incomprehensible. Unwavering.

And maybe, just a little bit like Keith.

Oh, and I'm also inclined to believe that (both in this au and canon) that past altercation seen in s7ep01 where Keith goes "I can out-fly anyone in this building" and James fires back with "Oh yeah? Is that what mommy and daddy told you before-" [gets punched in the face] was a classic case of projection on James' part: he strikes me as a kid whose parents expect nothing less than perfection—not only that he could be the best, but that he should—so I think that Keith getting the group in trouble, coupled with James just outright projecting his own experiences, led to a cruel comment (and worse for the fact that I believe James didn't actually know Keith was an orphan until after this instance).

#''fruitful mindcave'' gave me a good giggle #but it physically pained me to use 'football' for the objectively wrong sport but they're american so what choice did i have #Ao3 Little Blade #sa screams back #galaxy garrison crew #keith kogane #ficlet #or it almost devolved into one anyway oops #in an adjacent coincidence: yesterday I received a reply to an ao3 comment that I left on a jaith fic //half a decade ago// from some anon- #-literally being SO weirdly aggressive bc i was lightly critical of the jealousy shiro was exhibiting within the fic- #(context: he's dating adam at the time and yet getting territorial over mere //rumours// of keith & james) #-and trying to ''insult'' me by calling me a klance shipper??? which is a HILARIOUS choice bc i'm literally a sheith>klance girlie lmfao #nice to know that the wider vld fandom is still a toxic dumpster-fire in the year 2023 good lord 💀

[sundaynightlive]

In Chaos There is a Kosmo, In All Disorder a Secret Relationship (Klance)

(Title - partial quote from Carl Jung)

“Hey—stop it!” Lance hisses, bolting from his office to where Keith is mindlessly toying with his Harry Potter Legos—his Harry Potter Legos (and all his Legos, really) are intensely important to him, and if Keith breaks any part of that glorious castle—

“I’m being careful,” Keith insists, pulling the Lego Hermione out of Lance’s reach, “I promise.”

Lance melts. He can’t not when Keith is looking up at him with those soft eyes and jutting his bottom lip out the slightest bit. Lance sits down across from him.

The castle sits next in the midst of a wide, glass coffee table in their little living room. It’s the best place for it, and it makes a nice centerpiece. Keith hadn’t been sure about it at first, but he came around once it was actually built.

It is pretty cool, he’d said.

“Sorry,” Lance mumbled, “You're a fully adult man, I don’t know why—“

“It’s important to you,” Keith interrupts, “I get it. I should’ve asked.”

Lance smiles softly—they haven’t always been this… functional. If they were still sixteen, they’d definitely be arguing about this. But here they are, twenty-two, behaving like a well-oiled machine.

It burns something warm and full in Lance’s chest, that he and his partner have been together six entire years and have only gotten better at it. He can’t wait to marry this man, can’t wait to see his face when he proposes. God, he’s hopeless.

Lance crawls over and pulls Keith’s lips to his own. Lego Hermione is discarded carefully on the table as Keith focuses all his attention on Lance. Fingers cupping his head, mouth earnest—that’s his boy.

Three knocks on the door.

They tear apart.

“Who the fuck—“

“Open uuuuuup,” that’s definitely Hunk, which would not be such an issue if Hunk knew. But nobody knows, least of all them. Lance was gonna tell them before he proposed, sit them down around a dinner table and lay it all out piece by piece, lie by lie.

This is bad.

“Oh my fucking god,” Keith breathes.

“We’re fucked,” Lance agrees, getting to his feet and helping up his boyfriend. “We’re so fucked. They’re never gonna forgive me—“

“Where do you want me?” Keith asks, “What do I do? Hide?”

“Yeah, you and every picture of us on the wall?” Lance hisses.

Hunk and Pidge have only been here in passing, never once stepping foot in Lance’s “bachelor pad” which they so affectionately and inaccurately called it. It wasn’t for lack of wanting to—they’d asked him to host a ton of times, but he’d always make some excuse or flat out say he didn’t like the idea of people in his space.

Little did they know it’s because he doesn’t live alone, he’s nowhere near a bachelor, and he hasn’t been since high school.

And he never told them.

In six years.

He’s unforgivable.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he’s muttering. Keith hurries into the bedroom as another round of knocks and some teasing come from behind the front door.

Furiously red and figuratively shitting his pants, he goes to answer.

“Busy?” Pidge asks when he opens it—and of course they’re here, too. As if this situation was not already bad enough with just Hunk—if they ask to come in Lance is well and truly boned.

“Is that Lizzie?” Hunk asks, and for a second, Lance is absolutely perplexed. He’s wedged in the sliver of the door he’s barely opened, trying to block their view of the apartment he very obviously could not afford by himself, and Hunk’s talking about someone named—oh. His brow furrows—but yes, reckless driving by Lizzie McAlpine is softly floating out from the Alexa somewhere behind him.

“Yeah,” he says, “What are you doing here?”

Hunk’s grin falls away. Lance feels a sharp pang of guilt in his chest—he wants this to be simple. He should’ve told them years ago, but it was complicated. Hell, Keith’s brother doesn’t even know and he stayed here for a week.

One hell of a week.

He could say they value their privacy, but mostly they’re just selfish. Contrary to popular belief, Lance is a quiet lover. Shouting it from the rooftops? Sure.

Coming home to something that’s inexplicably his? Not having to answer questions, not having people constantly asking after his boyfriend?It’s just… nice. It’s nice to be known so intimately. It’s nice to be them. No one else—just them.

“We brought takeout,” Hunk says, lifting up a bag Lance had not noticed, “We thought—“

And then, proving once and for all that the universe is not and has never been in favor of Lance McClain, Kosmo darts through the narrow space between Lance’s ankle and the door frame, and shoots down the hallway. Pidge jumps back, startled, and Hunk catches them by the shoulders, dropping the takeout. Lance, endlessly more concerned about Keith’s cat than his dirty little secret, throws open the door and is bounding down the hall in a second.

He hears a door open and close—Keith has clearly heard and is also blasting out past Hunk and Pidge, which is good, because where Lance is fast, Keith is agile. Lance gets around Kosmo and in front of the steps, at which point the animal does some insane, ineffable maneuver that sends him back the other way. When Kosmo tries to dodge Keith’s grasp, the boy literally jumps, tucks and rolls, snatching Kosmo firmly against his chest.

The cat doesn’t even wiggle—it’s as if this has all been a fun little game of tag and now that he’s safely back in his dad’s arms, everything is alright.

You know, except Hunk and Pidge.

“Look what you did,” Keith accuses sweetly as Kosmo bumps his nose into the boy’s chin. “You got papí in trouble.”

Kosmo meows in response. Keith returns to the apartment while Lance wracks his brain for what to say. Hunk and Pidge are torn between gaping at Keith—who they have rarely seen since high school—with wide eyes, and Lance, eerily silent and so, so boned.

“Go on in,” Lance says finally, gesturing toward the apartment, “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

#klance #secret relationship #keith kogane #lance mcclain #ficlet #fanfiction #gay #lgbtq #voltron: legendary defender #writer #fic rec #vld kosmo #cat #no I don’t just write steddie #lego hogwarts #lego harry potter

[kickis-conan-king]

Keith stood on top of an outcropping of rock, the sun of this planet shining behind him, giving him a halo of golden rays that highlighted his raven hair with warm amber. His face was dirty, his hair a mess, his sword clutched in his hand. He was splattered with mud, his armor a mess. His face was in a snarl of fierce determination, his eyes focused on the horizon.

Lance absolutely swooned.

It just wasn’t fair. They were in the middle of a fight on the surface of a planet. It was dirty, the environment of this planet mostly low scrubby plants and muddy, orange tinged mud. The Galra were on the run but Lance was injured, his leg probably broken. He had been thrown to the foot of this small rocky outcropping. He was covered in dust- he could feel it gritty on his face, gritty between his teeth. He was numb to the pain thanks to his pounding adrenaline and he had his rifle clutched to his chest.

How was it fair that among all of this, Keith still managed to look so good?

Not just good, but like- vibrant. He belonged on a battlefield, growling and slashing and mean. He looked destined, like this- a hero, glowing and sharp.

“Lance!” he shouted down to where Lance was laying crumpled in the dirt. “Are you alright?”

Lance huffed. “I’m fine!”

Keith scoffed and slid down the curve of the rock face like a surfer riding a tide. Stupid, stupid and way too cool.

“I can literally see that you’re hurt.” Keith said as he came up to Lance’s side.

“No, I’m good, just.” Lance didn’t look down at his bent wrong leg. “Lounging.”

“Uh. Hunh.” Keith looked at him with a bored, blank expression. “Can you walk?”

Lance gritted his teeth. “...No.”

“Alright. Let me know if I hurt you.” Keith said, and then with no preamble, he sheathed his bayard, bent down and scooped Lance up into his arms. Bridal style. Princess carry.

Now, Lance had never been the submissive type. It’s not in his nature to imagine being rescued or to wonder what it's like to be held. He had, honestly, in all his daydreams pictured himself as the rescuer, the holder, the hero.

But here he was, held.

Keith’s strength astounded him. Lance knew that he wasn’t heavy or anything, but he was still a whole nearly grown man and Keith cradled him easily. Lance hissed through his teeth at the jostling of his leg, and Keith’s arms gentled around him. Lance had never felt simultaneously so vulnerable and so safe, and it was strange, a twisting in his gut that warmed him unexpectedly.

“I’ll get you home.” Keith said, flicking his eyes down to spare Lance a glance, his midnight eyes glowing.

what the fuck I’m gay??? Lance thought.

Keith, unaware of the crisis that he was inspiring, shifted Lance in his arms and walked across the hot and churned up ground at a brisk pace. He carried Lance all the way into the castleship, all the way to the healing pods. He set Lance down gently in the infirmary.

“You’ll take care of him from here?” Keith asked Coran, his voice steady, his hands steady.

“Of course, my dear boy!” Coran said, already eyeing Lance’s leg. Keith nodded and turned to the door, his shoulders set like a man gearing up to take a plunge. Then, as if distracted, he turns his head to Lance.

Quiet and intense, he crosses to put a finger under Lance’s chin, staring into his eyes. Lance feels devoured.

“You heal up now.” Keith said, his Texan accent lying thick on the words. “So I can kick your ass later.”

Lance squawked in protest. “As if you could!”

Keith raised an eyebrow. “Just listen to Coran. Be a shame to ruin your leg.”

“Whatever! I’ll be fine.” Lance crossed his arms over his chest, feeling lit up under that heavy gaze. “Why do you even care, hothead?”

Keith raked his eyes slowly down Lance’s body, his gaze an almost physical thing that traced Lance’s legs, his quivering thighs, his quivering body and holy fuck how is Keith turning him into a puddle right now who came and replaced this guy with a hottie

“Well, I’d hate to see those particular legs go.” Keith looked thoughtful for a minute. “Although, I do love to watch them leave.”

Lance gagged.

Who gave him permission??? To flirt like that?? Was he flirting?? Flirting with Lance?????

Keith laughed, his crooked incisors showing. He winked at Lance, slow and intentional, turned on his heel and was gone.

Lance cursed him a thousand times under his breath even as his heartbeat rioted.

#klance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #my fic #voltron #klance fic #flirty Keith #I don’t know what this is but I don’t apologize #small #ficlet

[lmaowatermelon]

Klance Painting Session (G, short little fic)

"Who's idea was this?" Keith spits as he tries to wipe a huge gloop of orange paint off of his face.

He fails and manages to streak his face like he's right out of a David Bowie makeup tutorial. The sight makes Lance laugh under his breath until the sound grows into a howl, hysterical and uncontrollable.

"It's not funny!" Keith retorts, though his voice lacks any venom. "Urgh. I'm going to keep going."

The tears in Lance's eyes are kind of... cute, anyway.

Lance manages to calm down enough to swipe his thumb across his painting. They've laid out finger paints for the sake of couple bonding time, and even though they both had their doubts, the sight of parents and their kids got them thinking.

Keith hasn't missed the way Lance looks longingly at families that they pass by in their little desert town. He remembers how happy Lance looked when Keith brought up adoption. He knows Lance loves him and wants a family with him.

Keith was apprehensive at the very start. He's not sure how well he'd do, since his own family was broken and very literally separated across entire galaxies. He's not sure he's healed his scars enough to take on such a herculean task.

But there's a sparkle in Lance's eye when he holds Keith's gaze that makes him think he's willing to try. The first step, at least, is to not feel like he's going to melt into his shoes every time his beautiful partner so much as looks at him. He's in future-parent-training, and he's determined to (kind of) keep it together.

About an hour later, the two of them are finished with their masterpieces. It only took more flying paint stains and soft, happy kisses to get there.

"What do you think this looks like?" Lance asks with a gigantic grin.

Keith pushes Lance's elbow with a small, gentle motion so that he doesn't dip his whole arm in green paint.

"Water?"

"Exact-a-tactly, my good man," Lance replies. "It's a waterfall. A little bit of a cheat, but it'll look nice and classy in the bathroom."

Keith smiles at the thought and nods. "It looks good, Lance."

He means it, and Lance glows, taking in the praise.

"By the way, what's yours?" Lance asks after a minute. He scoots over to be closer to Keith, and they lean into each other.

Keith flushes and picks at a bit of carpet on the floor. "It's, uh. It's my idea for our future kid's bedroom."

Lance goes quiet, and Keith's nearly ready to apologize when he hears a loud, comical sniffle.

"It's-- It's perfect."

A bit of a different spin on this neocities prompt: Person A and Person B finger painting with their child.

#klance #short ficlet #ficlet #keith kogane #lance mcclain #wanted to write something low pressure and not as long #lmao im sure it makes sense i say as i post it anyway

[eatmehuckass]

I need editing ideas 😭😭

#mike wheeler #kimhan theerapanyakul #klance #kim x chay #kimchay #kim theerapanyakul #kinnporsche #kimporchay #kimchay ficlet #kimchay edit #edit #jeff satur

[klaissance]

walk with me here you guys ahem,

Keith and Lance finally have The TalkTM on a day like most others. The paladins go about their business on the castleship, Keith and Lance mostly doing their activities together as has become, without their really noticing, habit. Keith flips through the pages of one of Allura's Altean romance novels on one end of the couch, Lance plays a video game on the handheld console he and Pidge found at a thrift store the last time they'd stopped off at a space mall from the other end. At some point they wander to the kitchen and make Hunk's latest attempt at space popcorn. They throw the pieces at each other, trying to break their previous streak record of 106 popcorn-mouth-catches. When they run out, they pelt each other with kernels until they collapse on the kitchen floor, out of breath and laughing. They clean up their mess together. They train, talk team strategy, help Coran out with some cleaning. They visit Hunk and Pidge in the lion bay and are promptly kicked out for causing trouble (neither of them can seem to keep their hands to themselves, always touching pieces and parts and projects, and inevitably something falls over and Pidge is yelling and they're scrambling away, giggling as they run down the hall). The paladins eat dinner, everyone hangs out together for a while, and life in space is pretty good.

Lance and Keith are often the last two left in the lounge as people split off--either to go to bed or to work on something independently until the wee hours (Pidge). They're chatting, swapping stories, arguing about silly hypotheticals, until Lance yawns mid-sentence and Keith knows it's time for bed. They stand together and walk to their rooms in warm silence, close enough to brush shoulders, neither changing trajectory to avoid the contact. They stop in the space between their doors to say goodnight; this, too, is normal. They smile small smiles at each other and linger, time stretchy in the way it is at nighttime.

And then something new happens.

"Keith," Lance says slowly, like he's turning the word over in his mouth for the first time. "Would you ever want--"

Keith's heart stutters in his chest and the silence of the empty hallway is suddenly deafening. Lance only hesitates for a beat but it stretches.

"--to go on a space date," Lance finishes, brows unknitting as he seems to consider what just came out of his mouth. Finding it acceptable, he nods, then lifts his gaze from the floor to meet Keith's wide-eyed gaze. "With me," Lance adds, an afterthought but an important clarification nonetheless, quirking an eyebrow.

Keith purses his lips for a moment that pulls like taffy into an eternity and it's Lance's turn to hear the ocean roaring in his ears as he waits. "Would that make us--"

Lance can't breathe.

"--space boyfriends?" Keith finishes and the air rushes from Lance's lungs, something like relief. Keith is smiling his mischievous smile, the crooked one that puts a spark in his eyes. It is among Lance's favorite Keith expressions (there are many).

"Yeah, I guess we'd be space boyfriends," Lance concedes, biting down on his lower lip to keep his grin from spreading too far. He's not doing a very good job.

"Hm." Keith nods solemnly. "Space boyfriends it is, then."

"Cool," Lance concludes eloquently.

"Cool," Keith echoes, and then they're standing in ooey gooey marshmallow silence, grinning softly at each other for a long time or maybe no time at all. Keith feels very warm and melty on the inside. Lance thinks he could run a marathon and not break a sweat.

"Alrighty then, g'night Space Boyfriend," Lance breaks the silence with a two-fingered salute and shuffles backwards towards his door.

Keith rolls his eyes without meaning to, affection heating his face despite himself. "Goodnight, Lance." He turns towards his door, grinning to himself as Lance snorts. Their doors slide open, their doors slide shut.

***

Hours later, Lance slips out of bed, buzzing with the news, and appears, bouncing uncontrollably on his toes and biting on the biggest grin, at Hunk's door. Hunk is rubbing blearily at his half-lidded eyes when he door slides open and he takes in the sight of Lance, practically glowing. Hunk blinks once. Twice. Does a little mental math. And it hits him. His eyes go wide and his mouth makes a little o, eyebrows leaping up his forehead.

"No... No." And Lance is nodding vigorously, eyes shining with unshed happiness, and that bit lip is barely withholding the giggle that threatens to erupt from the vibrating blue paladin. Hunk scoops him into the biggest bear hug, shouting "TELL ME EVERYTHING RIGHT NO-" and the door slides shut behind them, Lance's peals of laughter ricocheting down the halls.

Keith is awake in his room, sitting on the floor with his back up against the door, pressing a grin so wide it hurts into his knees. He rolls his eyes affectionately when he hears Hunk's muffled delight and finally stands up to go to bed.

#this really got away from me hm but here we are #ok normally i have like performance anxiety about posting my writing anywhere but here goes i guess #a little stream of consciousness klance for the soul #klance #klance ficlet #my writing #idk what to label this as i never post anything serious but this got sort of serious #lmk what you think if you want i hope it is satisfying #it's like weirdly serious for them but idk I felt soft #vld #space gays #gays in space #lance mcclain #keith kogane #hunk garrett #vld fic #i would like to write and post it more #i would also like to edit lol but that was not the vibe this evening #please enjoy this offering

[rat-lost-in-a-library]

Go forth.

Eat books.

#Klance #Larry #steddie #Drarry #SpideyTorch #Byler #solangelo #adashi #long reads #short reads #sports au #enemies to lovers #ficlet #spider man au

[mochalottie]

Masterlist

(Because even though no one asked for one...I wanted to do it to keep my brain entertained)

Avatar (Cameron Movies)

Oel Ngati Kameie (37k+ words) Series about Spider being adopted into the Sully. Post Way of Water.

To protect (2k words) Oneshot about Spider being injured on the SeaDragon.

Baby Mine (6.5k words) 5 times Spider called someone Mom or Dad and one time someone called him Son.

Eywa Provides (23k words) Multi chapter, complete - Feral Na'vi Spider living alone in the forest who is, surprise surprise, adopted by the Sullys.

Our Hearts Beat in the Womb of the World (115k words) Multi chapter, complete - Spider is adopted by Tonowari and Ronal. That's it. That's the fic.

For the Nights and Days of Life (387k words) Multi chapter, complete - All humans leave Pandora after the final battle leaving Spider behind. Oh, and he’s blessed by Eywa. That’s it. That’s the fic.

You Brought light, and new life (78k words) Multi chapter, complete - The comfort fic/sequel that everyone (surprisingly) wanted and I definitely needed.

What am I supposed to do, dance with it? (8k) Oneshot - Spider turns into a tiger. That's it. That's the fic.

Let the Wind Carry Us to the Clouds Multi chapter, ongoing - Aka the ikran racing!au I've snatched up and twisted into my own version, which features some Nocorro but centrics around our boy Spider!

Every Family has Someone Who Falls Multi chapter, ongoing - the time loop au where Spider is thoroughly put through the wringer.

Avatar: The Last Airbender

When You Can't Look on the Brightside, I'll Sit with You in the Dark (63k words) Multi chapter - a Zukka Alice in Wonderland AU where Sokka is Alice and Ozai is the Red King.

If Music is the Food of Love, Play On (4k words) Oneshot - Zuko essentially pining after Sokka in a Modern AU

Final Fantasy XV

Stronger than the Tides (13k words) Oneshot - Mermaid AU for Reverse Big Bang 2023

Blessed be the Boys Time Can't Capture (6k words) Oneshot - heads of families in Eos are vessels for the Greek Gods.

FFXV Song ficlets Series of Oneshots based on songs by Lauv. Includes multiple ships and AUs.

New Dawn (74k words) Multi chapter, complete - Ignis x Male!OC

Star Wars Prequels

Rock You Like a Hurricane Multi chapter, second part abandoned -The Obikin Band AU with Obi-Wan on drums, Anakin with vocals, Rex on Bass and Ahsoka on Guitar

The Mandalorian

Chakaar (22k words) Oneshot - Din Djarin x Male!OC Where a curious thief gets too involved with a grumpy Mandalorian and gains a family in return.

Inheritance Cycle

The World Ahead Multi chapter, incomplete - The Eragon/LOTR crossover that no one seemed to need, but two people very much wanted.

The Witcher

Destiny Changed Series of Oneshots - Jaskier is a Witcher and falls in love for Geralt the Nobleman. That's it, that's the series.

Voltron Legendary Defender

Space Family to the Rescue (1k words) Oneshot - Sick Keith is cared for by his Space Family.

Love is Endless (6k words) Oneshot - Keith pines for Lance in a Modern AU.

(Techni)Colour Vision (60k words) Multi chapter, complete - Klance through many film AUs.

#avatar way of water #avatar the last airbender #final fantasy xv #star wars prequels #the mandalorian #inheritance cycle #toss a coin to your witcher #voltron legendary defender #lottie writes fanfic #writers on tumblr #masterlist

[damnlance]

The truck driver keith klance blurb/ficlet was super cute!!!!! Keith being a total dork for Lance is always A+ lol

Also Lance leaving behind the cinnamon lip balm like BUDDY that's an indirect kiss AAAAAAA I love it!!!!!

omg im glad you liked it!!!! thank you!!! :) we love smitten keith who acts like a total dork and confident lance who thinks it’s adorable! and ofc lance must leave something behind right 🤣

#lance mcclain #lance (voltron) #keith kogane #keith (voltron) #damnlance #raeasks

[keithsautism]

kinda wanna write a ficlet of a pokemon/klance rivals au where they're adults and all fucked up from their adventures and backstories

#imo raising pokemon would be like parenting #EASY TO MESS IT UP #especially if you dont have good role models #klance #keith with his houndoom and lance with his starmie #this is because I had a dream when I was on paroxetine that I had a pokemon adventure. and had a massive crush on my rival #and basically we'd just battled and I lost or felt like I did (whether or not I actually did) and was staying over in a city #in a hotel and had drunk a big bottle of jack daniels to drown it out #and thrown up in the hotel hallway. so I had to get my starmie to use hydro pump and try to clean it before anyone noticed #and I felt so guilty and embarrassed about making starmie do that that I woke up #tell me they wouldnt have houndoom/starmie #psychic is altean markings. Space creature. Lone wolf. Fire water. Psychic dark. Theyre evenly matched in theory.... with anime logic #starmie is meant to be from space right? idk . or the gems blink with the stars or something like that