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zephi-dreams · 5 years

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alright i’m barely even coherent enough to type down my thoughts after 5 hours of sleep and an episode of hyperventilating and sobbing but let’s fucking do this

let’s start with this: this is the canon ending we have. you can choose to love it, hate it or be neutral. just respect other’s opinions on it and don’t harass anyone. and please know that the team behind voltron worked hours, weeks, months, to years on this show.

now let’s get down to business to defeat the huns

i’m sure lance, allura and allurance stans can agree they both deserved better. now allurance may not have been my ideal endgame (if you can call it that), but it was still cute. i saw it coming, we all kinda did. lance has grown and matured enough as a person, and allura saw that at least. so i am pleased with what we got with them. the date, the kiss, the cuddling and lance’s genuine care and worry for allura really made me like what they had while it lasted.

also rip to any other shippers out there, especially to the plance and sheith shippers out there, as a plance and sheith shipper myself i mourn with you. but remember, not everything has to be canon in order for you to love it.

now i think we should really get to business.

allura deserved so much better. she was someone who had thing taken from her: her family, her planet, her entire race, her crown and finally her own life. and she accepted that. which is unfair beyond belief, she deserves to be happy with the rest of the paladins. but after bingeing the past seasons, there were many times where allura would attempt to do things for the greater good, even if it cost her life. it felt obvious in the end. does that mean i agree with it? no. does that mean i didn’t bawl at 8am? absolutely not. i may be brain dead at the moment, but i can’t think of another way to restore every reality imaginable, to let other characters live. in the end she was able to bring life back to destroyed planets, at the cost of her own.

each goodbye she said to the paladins ripped my heart out, what hurts me most that she couldn’t say one to coran, her second father. the man who helped raised her didn’t even get to say goodbye.

now my theory about lance becoming altean(?) is that it was obviously a gift to him, to remember her bye. does that mean he has altean powers now? idk. we don’t get an explanation other than his marking glow when the voltron lions fly off. i’ve seen someone say it could be a soulmate mark and it glows when allura’s presence is near?? i like that idea

also what was with the lions?? why did they fly off? did they pick up some energy and that’s why they were flying towards the shape of allura in space? or were they flying away because they were no longer needed to protect the universe?? or it was used as a dramatic effect to send off the series. i really hope to get some answers

ok but it all honestly, for voltron to have a m/m kiss is pretty big. i’m happy shiro found true happiness, but i’m obviously disappointed it wasn’t keith, aka, his best friend, the man who was literally the closest person to him. i mean curtis is okay, he cute i guess. but he’s literally some random dude that shiro knew only for a year, and we didn’t see that development besides curtis cheering him on at the arm wrestling competition and then boom! wedding. keith knew him for years, and you can’t just forget about their relationship like that.

i’m pleased to know for sure lotor was severely misguided, and his true intention was to help people. but the years of abuse finally made him snap, and he suffered. he looked happy to see his mother, and his real father on the other side. also let’s mention that lotor’s corpse was still inside the sincline and it was decomposing YIKES. AND MY THEORY ABOUT THE CORRUPTED QUINTESSENCE IN HIS VEINS WAS RIGHT I CAN BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT AT LEAST!

alright now for some stuff that hasn’t really been talked about

let me gush about pidge and the holts in general because it’s mandatory. pidge was willing to give up a super rare video game to dress allura up, and to make lance happy. SHE WAS HEARTBROKEN BY THE DESTRUCTION OF OLKARION, SHE APPRECIATED WHAT RYNER TAUGHT HER SO MUCH!!! SHE COULD SE THROUGH TIME YO!! pidge moved on from her glasses.. giving them to her robot chip to show that her character arc is finally done, how much she’s grown. god THAT SHIT HURTED. colleen and pidge are literally me and my own mother and i love them. matt with a pony tail is amazing, and short hair matt ain’t half bad yo. sam holt still continues to be a legend

HUNK GOT THE BEST OF THIS SEASON LET’S BE REAL. HE WAS AN ICON THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE THING

og paladins?? zarkon realizing what he did?? holy shit

there was like... nothing of keith and shiro. so rip sheith again

kosmo got REALLY FUCKING BIG

and once again, allura deserved all the happiness in the world

(12/15) EDIT

i got some more stuff

again, allura deserved better and didn’t even need to die. yeah, with her gaining access to oriande and saying “i need to learn the secrets of life. i give my own.” was a hint to her death. even if we got the open ambiguous ending with shiro and keith, allura would’ve died anyway. i feel that was inevitable with all the build up with her attempted sacrifices before. but what doesn’t make sense about it and why it wasn’t needed, is that honerva also gained access to oriande, she would’ve learned just as much as allura. so allura dying with honerva is unnecessary. honerva could’ve just died alone to bring back every reality without allura. it could’ve been avoidable, so yeah it’s unfair.

also i fully believe lance ain’t altean, the marks are just a reminder of allura. it’s practically a scar for him to remember her, and they glow when her presence is around. i feel he won’t be able to fully move on from that, and it’s just cruel to have him emotionally suffer like that. tbh i also don’t think it’s wrong for lance to be a farmer, he already knew how to milk a cow so? i guess some of his family were involved with a farm in the first place idk.

the very final image with allura space i think is the reference to the cosmic dust, and how they are all connected in a way. still don’t know why the lions left their paladins on altea just to fly into space but go off i guess

pidge gave up her own happiness for allurance’s, pidge really out there supporting allurance. also i will always believe pidge had a crush on lance and swallowed it down in order to make someone else happy and that’s that. rip plance but it’s still in my heart

also bi veronica and lesbian acxa own my soul thanks

ryan kinkade?? a true director, everyone loves him.

i hope hunay may have gotten together post canon so i have that but rip team punk but i always saw them more as a brotp

like sheith was literally forgotten about... all of what they meant to each other just disappeared and it was bs. i could go on but i don’t wanna get more upset.

in conclusion: sheith and allurance deserved better, allura deserved better in general, so did lance, basically everyone deserved better in this season. many writers left after s6 because they didn’t agree with what dreamworks wanted to do with the show and that’s why it’s so messy. the staff had their hands tied. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

so. wow that’s it huh? that’s the last premiere of voltron i can rant about. well, it’s been one hell of a ride, folks.

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stuffandnosense · 6 years

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Back To You - Chpt 3

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A continuation of a Plangst prompt fill from @hailqiqi that got out of hand. Ooops.

Description: Post A/L breakup after season 7, Pidge and Lance are JUST starting to, maybe, figure something out. But then a mission gone wrong leaves Pidge unable to feel emotions, unable to act on the feelings they were barely sure they had, and the condition may or may not be permanent.

Now

Emotional hangover headaches are definitely a thing. Lance wakes the next morning with the worst one he’s had in a long time.

He feels cold and clammy as he stumbles out of bed and into the small shower down the hall, and he groans quietly to himself when a soft beeping from a panel in the stall tells him his time is up. The Atlas can only carry so much water, after all. It may have turned out to be somewhat magical itself, but it’s not the same as the castle. She has her limits.

The water cuts off, and Lance lets his head thunk against metal wall, trying to figure out if the last day or two really happened.

When he returns to his room he’s tempted to crawl back into bed now that he’s clean; it seems to take too much energy just to get his uniform on. At least it’s not that awful orange anymore.

It feels like dragging his feet to make it to the cafeteria though, and no one he really knows is there. It’s an odd time; too late for breakfast for most of the crew, and he should have been up far earlier. He wonders why no one woke him. Technically they have shifts, duties...his should have started two vargas ago and he hasn’t heard a word. Maybe they’re leaving him alone on purpose. It’s all a little more loose for the paladins anyway.

Well...fine. Lance chokes down a few bites before his throat refuses to swallow anymore.

But what now? They won’t reach the next planet for a couple of days, and...he can’t do anything else. He can’t help Pidge. He can’t...think.

He should find her, though. He doesn’t want her to look back if--when--they find a way to cure her, and think he didn’t care enough to be there for her. He does want to, it just…

His chest aches, but he tells himself to ignore it.

Pidge isn’t in her lab when he looks for her, which doesn’t make sense after yesterday. She seemed so focused on work. He checks the infirmary, Sam’s lab, her quarters--even the bridge, where Shiro gives him one of those concerned looks--but no Pidge.

He doesn’t expect to find her, finally, in the lion hangar, staring up at Green. She doesn’t look troubled, of course she doesn’t, but something still feels odd as he approaches.

“Pidge…?”

Lance stops a few feet shy of her when he realizes what it is.

Pidge is standing right here, but Green’s barrier is still up.

“Pidge?” he asks again. He can hear the urgency in his voice, but she doesn’t react to it. She doesn’t look his way, either.

“Green isn’t responding to me,” she says. “I suppose I should have expected it; after all, even though she is a more logical personality, the bonds with the lions are still very emotional in nature. And my side of that equation isn’t possible right now.”

Lance swallows. “I-it’s okay. We’ll figure out how to fix this. You’ll be back in your lion in no time.”

Pidge shrugs. “There’s no need to make promises you may not be able to keep, Lance.”

“I’m not—I mean…”

“It’s all right, it’s habit for you. You try to reassure people. There’s merit in it at times, certainly, but I don’t need it. Not now, anyway.”

Lance blinks. She did that yesterday—throwing out an overarching observation about him like that. Like they were things she thought about all the time, but never said. Not until now, without emotions like timidity or embarrassment to keep her from just saying them.

It doesn’t escape him that even now, she’d framed them as good things--or not bad things, anyway. Both times. But why would she have been thinking about them before? Why did those things matter to her?

But...if he really tries to think about why, it’s only going to hurt more. He knows it will. Best to save that until Pidge is herself again.

He closes the distance between them to place a tentative hand on her shoulder. She looks at him, finally, when he does it, but where the Pidge he knew from two days ago would surely have been upset about not being able to reach her lion...there’s nothing now. And he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to that. He hopes more than anything he won’t have to.

“You don’t mind if I say stuff like that anyway, do you? It may not do anything for you right now, but, you know...it still helps the rest of us.”

Pidge doesn’t bat an eye. “Of course.”

“Thanks…” He lets his hand drop back to his side. “Pidge, you…? You do want us to fix it, right?”

She raises an eyebrow at him, and if he didn’t feel like his stomach was in a meat grinder he might enjoy how cute she looks doing it. It’s very Spock.

But even Spock actually had emotions under there somewhere.

“I don’t have a personal preference,” she tells him. “On one hand, even with less than twenty-four hours of data to draw from I can estimate staying with way would leave me personally more efficient, but on the other I’m aware it wouldn’t be ideal for the team. All of you will be far too focused on the issue to be as efficient as you could be in other areas until this is resolved.”

Lance smirks, but he’s pretty sure it comes out tired. “Are you accusing us of being unprofessional?”

“No. Merely human.”

“I see…”

“In any case, the situation is certainly not ideal now that it seems it might be necessary to find a new paladin before forming Voltron would be possible again.”

“We won’t have to do that,” Lance says quickly.

“I know it would be preferable not to have to go to the trouble.”

Lance opens his mouth again to tell her that isn’t why he’s so adamant at all, but he thinks a part of her knows. She may not be feeling emotions herself, but either she’s always been good at analyzing the rest of them and she’s only now able to voice those observations, or not having her own emotions in the way has made her even better at it.

Or both.

“Anyway,” he sighs. “So if we find a way, you’ll let us try?”

“Yes.”

***

“Lance, are you sure about this?” Veronica asks again.

“Does it necessarily have to be you?” Sam questions. “I’d be happy to let Allura rummage around in my brain, too.”

Veronica crosses her arms tightly over her chest. “Or mine.”

Allura settles beside Lance on the edge of the infirmary bed he’s perched on. “As much as I appreciate your offers, your brains are older and fully developed. Lance and Hunk are really the only two humans on board young enough to have brains that are still developing the way Pidge’s should be. If I’m going to gain an understanding of what a human brain in later adolescence should feel like, and how it should operate, it has to be one of them, I’m afraid.”

Sam sighs. “I know that. I should know that.” His eyes close briefly, and Lance reaches out to touch his sleeve.

“It’ll be fine,” he says, both to Sam and his sister. “I trust Allura.”

But Allura ia already making a face when he turns back to her.

“What?”

“You...you should be sure, Lance. This may not be...easy. This is so much more complicated than transferring a consciousness from a lion that was willing to help me to an unconscious body, or relatively simple physical healing or energy manipulation in comparison. This is testing the limits of what I learned in Oriande, if it is even possible.”

“You’re not gonna hurt me, Allura.”

“...I might.”

He swallows and takes her hands. He knew that. She’d already tried to warn him once, when she asked that they do this here just in case. A doctor is standing by.

“That’s okay too. We have to do this. It isn’t even a question for me.”

“Lance,” Veronica says sharply. He already knew this was dangerous but she didn’t; not until now. He hadn’t wanted to give her the opportunity to try to talk him out of it any sooner.

“It’s my decision, okay?”

“What about the rest of your team? What do they think?”

Lance smiles a little. “Where do you think they are? They’re keeping Pidge distracted.” Hunk even tried to offer to do it himself, but Lance wasn’t having any of it.

After leaving the hangar this morning he came straight to Allura to see how she doing on a plan. It looked like she and Coran had been up all night trying to decide the best course of action. That was when she told him she needed his help.

“Of course,” he told her then. “Anything you need. Just get some rest first?”

Veronica seems to understand now, but she’s still grumbling. “I just don’t like to see you put yourself in danger.”

She went there. Of course she did. Lance sees the opportunity and takes it. “That’s very sweet, but knock it off.”

She snorts. “Fine. Guess I walked right into that one.”

“You really did. Anyway...I’m ready if you are, Allura.”

She lets out a breath. “I am as ready as I can be.”

They turn to face each other on the edge of the infirmary bed, and Allura places her hands on either side of his face, fingertips at his temples. When she closes her eyes Lance does too. It doesn’t really matter, he supposes, but it seems like the right thing to do. Maybe he should be trying to...focus, or whatever. Help. Somehow.

He can feel the warmth of Allura’s energy on his skin; the blue glow seeps through his eyelids. He wonders if this is what he would have felt if he’d been awake when she used her alchemy to save him before.

But he only wonders for a moment. He doesn’t like to dwell on that day.

Allura’s fingers shift against his face. “Lance...it’s all right. I need you to relax your mind, if you can.”

He frowns, eyes still closed. “What do you mean? I thought I was?”

“You...hmm. You may not be conscious of it. But we can come back to that; I have the physical aspects of your brain to familiarize myself with first.”

“Okay…”

Lance opens his eyes briefly to see Allura’s still closed--her brow furrowed in that way she has when she concentrates. Not unlike the way Pidge looks when she does. Something in his chest warms and…

How can he love both of them so much? When did that even happen? And when did the differences...change? A year ago, sitting this close to Allura, watching her face like this...even two months ago...he would have been blushing. Or something. Now all he wants is to protect her. He wants her to be happy.

The feelings for Allura, he’s beginning to realize, have become no different, really, than what he feels for Veronica, or Rachel. Maybe they were different once, but it doesn’t matter now. He wouldn’t trade the friendship he has with Allura now for anything.

Veronica tilts her head at him when he glances at her.

What? he mouths. She just shrugs. He’ll ask her later.

Lance turns back to Allura, all of them quiet as she focuses, and for a while there is comfortable silence. A faint ache pushes into Lance’s head, radiating from his temples, but surely that’s expected with someone probing around in his brain with strong energy. He can almost feel it--like tingling fingers exploring the inside of his head. Taking in how his synapses are put together.

“Are you all right?” Allura asks.

“Yeah, it’s just kind of...weird, I guess.”

“I suppose it is; you may be experiencing some discomfort, but please tell me immediately if it gets any worse. I don’t want to harm you.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

But the dull ache is all there is. No worse than the headache he woke up with this morning, really.

Until it is.

Allura warns him. She lets him know she has enough information about his brain physically--that she’s going to try to enter his mind again. She warned him before, too. When she first asked for his help.

“It may be...awkward. For us. Just...due to recent events. Perhaps I should ask Hunk.”

“He’d do it, but no, it’s okay, really; I want to do this, Allura.”

Lance thinks he’s ready for that. He thinks he’s ready to open his mind her. He wants to, but he can feel her running into a wall he never meant to put up anyway.

And it hurts.

He hears himself shouting. Allura gasps and starts to withdraw but he catches her wrists and holds her hands where they are on his head.

“N-No, what are you doing! Keep going!”

“Lance, I am hurting you; your mind is reacting to the intrusion.”

“So tell it to shut up,” he gasps. “Or...or something.”

“Lance…!” Veronica’s voice. He ignores it. A hand is at his back now; maybe Sam?

“Allura, y-you have find a way around this or you can’t help Pidge; what if her mind does the same thing? Please...come...come on...just…” It’s hard to pry his eyes open again, but he has to look at her. Hers are open now. Alarmed. He has to let her know it’s okay. “Please.”

Allura swallows, but she adjusts her grip and leans in again.

Lance lets his hands fall, and someone takes one of them. Veronica. He doesn’t having any qualms with squeezing hers as his head screams at him. His chest heaves and he knows there are tears on his face, but it doesn’t matter. He can do this. He has to do this…

I’m so sorry, Lance, are you all right? Allura’s voice, as the pain finally begins to fade. But she isn’t speaking aloud.

I...I guess so? Are you in my head now? The feeling of an affirmative answers him more than words. What happened?

It’s difficult to explain. I’m sorry I hurt you.

This is worth it. Besides...it wasn’t really you hurting me, was it?

In a sense, no...but in any case. I can bypass a response like that in future, I think. With anyone.

Good.

I still need to get a feel for a human emotional landscape, but perhaps we should wait. You should rest. And we should examine you to be sure no damage was done.

Lance frowns. But I’m okay…

Please? For me, Lance. Let’s be certain.

He sighs aloud. “Okay.”

Allura withdraws her hands, and when he opens his eyes the pain has faded to a harsh ache. He sways, dizzy, and the hand at his back moves in around his shoulder.

“You okay, son?”

Lance clears his throat. “I um...yeah, Sam, thanks. I just…” He swipes at his face to dry the tears and realizes his hands are trembling. He scowls at them, and Veronica is already calling for the doctor, but in the end they don’t find anything wrong. Not really.

“I told you I was fine,” he tells Allura. He’s trying to tease--to make her feel better--but the smile she gives him in return is weak.

“I’d still like to keep you tonight,” the doctor cuts in. “You’re still in some pain, and we’re not sure why; it would be better to keep an eye on you.”

“It’s just a headache,” Lance grumbles.

“That you got from letting your alien friend mess around in your brain,” Veronica retorts.

“Hey, this is not Allura’s fault—”

“I didn’t say it was; I’m just stating facts…”

Allura squeezes his shoulder. “The doctor is right, Lance; it would be better to be sure. I would feel better if you stayed. I’ll stay with you, if you like.”

Lance chuckles quietly. “That’s okay. I mean you can if you want to, but it’s fine; I’ll stay.”

***

A new weight on the edge of the bed rouses Lance from sleep, waking him in the kind of sudden way that makes him sit up with a gasp. His head pounds out its protest, but at least it doesn’t hurt as much as it did before the doctor had to give him a sedative to help him actually get to sleep.

A small figure shifts in the dimness of the infirmary. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Lance rubs at his temples, wincing. “Pidge? What are you doing here?” When he finds a clock in the dark, he realizes it’s the middle of the night. “It’s late.”

“Hunk finally told me what you’d been doing--where you disappeared to. What you were doing you were doing for my benefit, so it seemed customary to check on you.”

He snorts quietly. “In the middle of the night?”

“I was working.”

“Yeah, well...thanks. I guess.” He can’t find it in himself to frustrated with her.

“It wasn’t necessary to put yourself in danger.”

“Now you sound like Veronica.”

Pidge just blinks at him. “It isn’t reasonable to risk having two paladins out of commission when one is already unable to fly.”

Lance let out a quiet breath and leans forward. “In this case, it is to me,” he answers. “You need to know that.”

“Why?”

“Because I hope you’ll remember that when you’re back to normal.”

“I meant why is it reasonable to you?”

“I…” Lance hesitates. “I don’t think I should explain it right now.”

Silence, for a moment. “You want to wait to tell me until I’m myself again.”

He nods slowly. “Yeah...I guess.”

“What if we’re unable to find a solution, and I stay this way?”

“You won’t.”

Why does she keep asking those questions? He knows they won’t bother her right now, but she’s also said she still...understands, somehow, what the rest of them are going through. In an objective sort of way. If she knows it will hurt him to ask why does she ask?

But she raises an eyebrow at him like she did this morning, and she does it again. “But if I did?”

He stares at her longer this time. She’s looking at him with those eyes he’s always been sure could see right through him and…

Something in his gut twists, and he knows what she’s doing.

She’s trying to make him think about it. She’s trying to prepare him for the worst.

Without emotions she may only be doing it because she knows it will be better for the workings of the team if they’re all prepared, but…

There has to be part of her that’s doing it for him. He has to believe that.

“Pidge…”

His eyes drift shut. He can hear her laughing in his memory and he’s not ready to let it go.

“We’re not giving up, okay? I’m not. If…” His throat clogs briefly, and he has to swallow a few times to clear it. “I-If it comes to that I’ll deal with it then.”

Please don’t ask me to let you go before I have to.

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roggling · 5 years

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An Alternate Reality’s Gift (IV)

“These people are buttholes.”

The team’s eyes widened and they all warned, “Kallur!”

The boy in question pouted and crossed his arms and turned away from their reprimanding eyes and just stared at his father’s white armor. Keith kneeled down and looked into his son’s blue eyes sternly, “Even though people may be mean, we don’t call them names. Especially something as vulgar as that.”

“Well,” Lance started, everyone turning to look at him as he leaned against a wall, “He isn’t wrong.”

Keith glared at the Red Paladin, eyeing Kallur’s admiration for his uncle’s defense, and he warned, “Don’t encourage him, Lance. He shouldn’t be using such strong words. He’s just three.”

Lance shrugged and winked at Kallur before turning away from Keith and continuing his failing attempts to free them. Allura, from her spot beside Lukeia playing with Keilu, agreed with Keith, “You are right, Keith. “Buttholes” is much too vulgar for you, Kallur.”

Kallur pouted, but this time he seemed more guilty now that his mom was chastising him and Keith looked at her with a look of gratitude. At least, until she spoke again.

“We call these kinds of people little quiznakers.”

Keith’s jaw dropped, Shiro facepalmed, Pidge struggled to keep her laugh hidden, and the rest looked surprise, yet they all gasped, “Allura!”

Just then the prison door slid open and they all fell quiet as two familiar figures stepped inside. Keith furrowed his brows in recognition and asked, “Zethrid? Ezor?”

The two women didn’t even look in his direction. The first thing they looked at were at the kids standing in between Allura and Keith. Zethrid chuckled and stood in front of the kids.

Lukeia cocked her head in curiosity and asked Ezor, “Why is your hair a tail?”

Ezor laughed and took a step closer to the little girl but Lukeia leaned closer into her mother’s thigh, and she quickly grabbed her baby brother into her arms as well. Kallur, however, merely stood still and threw his head back trying to see Zethrid’s head. When he almost stumbled backwards he mumbled, “You’re too big to be a little quiznaker.”

Allura and Keith just about died.

Zethrid and Ezor merely chuckled and Ezor crossed her arms and cocked an amused eyebrow towards Keith and Allura, “You two sure got busy. Acxa’ll be disappointed to hear the emo one is taken.”

Keith and Allura merely stayed quiet but Keith took a step closer to the two, hoping to be able to move before they do anything to his kid.

Ezor bends down and smiles at Kallur, who just looks at her owlishly, and asks, “Hey buddy, have you seen Prince Lotor recently?”

Kallur scrunched his face, “Who’s Price Motor?”

Ezor glares at Lance once he starts laughing behind Kallur. Kallur smiles at hearing his uncle laugh and Ezor sighs, “No. Prince Lotor. You know, big and tall with light purple skin, white hair, and ears like yours? You’ve never seen him?”

Kallur shakes his head, “I don’t know who Lotor is.”

Zethrid scoffs and bares her teeth at the team, “He’s lying.”

Allura glares at her and takes a step closer, “My son is no liar. He has never seen Lotor. We left him in the quintessence field between realities. He’s dead.”

“That doesn’t add up. Why aren’t you dead?”

“No,” Allura replied sternly, “Lotor went on a rampage and he was knocked unconscious. He’s dead.”

Zethrid pounded on the walls with her fist and spat, “Lies.”

Kallur looked up at the threatening woman with wide, fearful eyes and Zethrid picked up the child from his collar and lifted him up into the air.

There was a chorus of ‘No!’s ringing through the air and Keith threw himself at the pair to get his son away from them, but Ezor expertly kicked him in the abdomen, successfully throwing him across the room and on top of the team, disabling them for a second as Zethrid glared at the kid in her hand and asked, “Where is Prince Lotor?”

The child kicked in her arms, though it did nothing, and yelled, “I don’t know who that is!”

Lukeia, crouching over her baby brother, had wide eyes as she looked at her family groaning on the floor in pain and her little brother in danger.

Zethrid step closer to her family threateningly and she ran in between the tall woman and her family and screamed, “Get back!”

Zethrid stopped midstep and looks down at the child in front of her and chuckles wryly, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Keith, trying to free himself from the pile of people, screamed, “Lukeia get away from them.”

Zethrid sneers, “You should listen to your parents, kid. You might just get hurt.”

Ezor took a step closer to Lukeia, but Lukeia’s hand suddenly began glowing a bright aqua blue and she held her hand up in between her and the enemy. The two women stepped back in surprise and the team watched the little girl in awe. Lukeia glared and she demanded, “Put Kallur down!”

Allura and Keith were finally free and they both ran towards Lukeia. Both were forced to stand a few feet away from the intense brightness of Lukeia’s power, but they were able to make out Zethrid letting Kallur down gently on the floor. Kallur immediately ran away and ran behind Keith’s leg and peered at the scene unfolding. Lukeia started glowing brightly all over, her blue altean marks glowed as her mother’s had when they were near Oriande and her purple irises turned a ghostly blue.

“Lukeia, stop! You can hurt yourself and us if you attack!”

Lukeia, however, didn’t stop glowing, “Ummm… I can’t?”

Keith took a step closer and yelled, “Just relax!”

“I can’t relax if you’re yelling at me, dad!”

“Lukeia, you do not speak to your father with that attitude!”

“Are we really doing this now?” Lance questioned as he lifted Pidge up from under Hunk in the pile, “We’re all going to die!”

Suddenly, a loud explosion shook the ground and a loud alarm sounded throughout the room and the rest of the ship. The whole group froze and Ezor and Zethrid looked towards their men behind them, all of them running out of the room and towards the offense.

“Hull breach in hangar one. Lockdown sequence initiated.” The monotone voice of the speakers filled in the confusion inside the room and Ezor and Zethrid bolted for the door and locked it, leaving the team trapped inside with Lukeia’s glowing hand...quintessence...weapon continuing to glow.

“Lukeia, sweetheart, I need you to relax your hand,” Allura urged, speaking to the spooked child with a soothing voice.

Lukeia took a deep breath and relaxed her hand and let the quintessence go. The force of the blast threw her backwards and her father caught her in his arms. The team looked at the door and gaped at the huge hole steaming from it, seeing a row of holes in the walls in front of the door.

Allura and Keith looked down at their daughter and smiled and Allura passed a hand through Lukeia’s silver hair, “Thank you, my little juniberry.”

“Allura,” Krolia interrupted, who was rocking baby Keilu in her arms and trying to calm him down. Allura looked up at the older woman and saw her pointing at the ground in front of the steaming door.

There, fazed and shivering in fear, were the mice. Allura chuckled as they all ran towards her and onto her shoulders, “It’s alright. We’re fine.”

The mice then began squeaking and squeaking, the team peering over Allura’s shoulder and still wondering how she can understand them.

“Where?”

“What are they saying mommy?” Kallur asked, the child holding the tiniest mice in his hand and petting him.

“Coran’s trying to save us and he’s got help. Acxa.”

His face turned soft and whispered a soft ‘what?’ and Allura felt a weight on her stomach, though she didn’t know why. “Come on,” Keith began, taking Lukeia into his arms and leading the group, “We’ve gotta get out of here and into our lions.” Quickly, the paladins started running towards the hangar, running into Coran and knocking out the Galra cornering him and returning to their jog.

Nearby, they heard pair of Galra messing around with their Bayards and they hid behind some walls.

“Great,” Lance whispered, “They’ve got our Bayards. What are going to do?”

Suddenly, Kallur jumped out and took out his Bayard and yelled, “Let me at ‘em!”

Lance and Pidge quickly grabbed Kallur and hid him behind the wall again, Lance’s hand muffling the little boy’s mouth and Pidge sighed in exasperation, “There goes the element of surprise.”

Then, Keith’s bayard was in his hand in a flash, surprising the team, and he jumped at the two guards, defeating them in exactly five seconds. Kallur peered over the wall and his eyes sparkled with admiration and gasped, “Dad’s so cool!”

Keith slipped on his helmet and turned towards the team with orders, “Lance, lead the way. Keep the team together.”

The team rushed to get their equipment and to get moving and Lance stopped Keith for a second, “Wait, where are you going?”

“Acxa saved our skin. I’m not going to leave her behind.”

Allura turned around to watch Keith leave and smiled fondly when she saw Keith ruffled Kallur’s head as he left the team to go help Acxa. Kallur looked at his mom next, and rose a confused eyebrow when he saw her watching his dad walking off and he tugged on her hand, “Mom you’re looking at dad all lovey-dovey again.”

Allura shook out of her daydreaming and she looked mortified as she saw the team smiling at her knowingly. She backed up in surprise, “N-No! I’m not!”

“Alright, kiddo,” Krolia plopped a helmet Kallur’s head, saving Allura from his oblivious teasing, “We need to get you suited up.”

As Krolia dressed Kallur, Allura dressed Lukeia, who was still unconscious, and Shiro, Romelle, and Coran struggled to find a way to fit baby Keilu in a tiny suit and helmet they found in one of the crates.

“Let’s get to the Lions,” Lance ordered as Keith’s right-hand and began moving towards the hangar.

Kallur beamed and rose his right hand, “I call dibs on riding with dad!”

Allura looked up at Shiro, who was running beside her, and asked, “Would you take him with you?”

Keith lifted Kallur up on top of his shoulders and smiled reassuringly, “I’ve got him.”

Kallur laughed and rose up his hands in excitement, “Yay! Uncle Shiro!”

Lance ran up to the controls beside the hatch of the hangar and pulled down a lever, the door immediately opening and the team was sucked out of the ship and into space. Kallur was laughing and enjoying the ride with his uncle, gazing up at the sky and the red nebula nearby.

Behind the team, a group of Galrans ganged up together and began firing on them, Shiro having to swerve out of the way to avoid getting hit and Kallur whooped and cheered him on. The Black Lion was kind enough to open its jaws and let them in but it would not power up and it waited for Keith to return.

Allura entered her lion once she made sure her son was safe inside and she gently laid Lukeia on the pod inside her Lion. Romelle braced herself against Allura’s chair and held onto baby Keilu tightly as Allura powered up the Blue Lion.

“Guys!” Keith’s voice sounded through their helmet, “Zero in on my location and fire on the ship!”

Allura’s eyes widened and reluctantly prepared the Blue Lion to fire, “Are you sure?”

“Just do it!”

Allura took a deep breath and prayed to the ancients that Keith wasn’t pulling anything stupid in the ship and did as she was told, seeing the rest of the lions fire on Keith’s location as well and she hoped for the best.

Her eyes widened in worry when she saw an intense explosion erupt and multiple explosions throughout the ship followed after. The Black Lion rushed towards the ship and a wave of relief overtook her once she saw Keith fly through a thick black smoke. However, once she saw him holding Acxa’s hand, another feeling overwhelmed her and she tried to convince herself that it wasn’t jealousy. Once Keith was inside the Black Lion, it turned around and left the ship to destroy itself, the rest of the lions following close behind.

When Keith walked into the cockpit, he was bombarded by a little tornado and almost fell backwards when Kallur jumped into his arms.

“You were so awesome dad! I want to be just like you when I grow up!” Keith chuckled at the little kid in his arms and smiled softly.

“Thanks, buddy. I’ll teach some moves when we arrive on Earth, alright?”

“Yay!” Kallur punched his fist in the air and something caught his eye. He turned around and saw Acxa behind his father and he asked her, “Who are you?”

“Acxa,” the woman replied curtly and Keith noticed her gaze kept shifting between him and Kallur in his arms before she asked Keith, “Is this your son?”

“Yep!” Kallur answered proudly and he beamed.

Keith wanted to say the truth so that Acxa wouldn’t be confused, but it wasn’t the right moment. Kallur didn’t need to know the truth yet. Not when he already lost his universe. Keith put Kallur down and headed for the pilot seat sending a curt, ‘thank you’ to Acxa before sitting down and taking the controls.

“You can send your team these coordinates. That’s my hideout for now. You can rest up there,” Acxa sent coordinates on over to Keith, who later passed it on to his Lion to send it to the team and offered her another ‘thank you’ before making plans with the team.

Acxa stood behind in a corner, seeing that Kallur wouldn’t stop looking at her but she didn’t really know what to say to him so she stayed quiet. Right up until Kallur decided to say what he thought.

“You’re pretty.”

Acxa’s eyes widened at the compliment and she looked down at the kid in shock. He had a completely innocent face gazing up at her. “Uh, thank...you?”

She looked over at Keith, hoping he would save her from the awkward conversation with his child. But, alas, that was not the case since he continued making plans with the team.

“Have you met my brother and sister? They’re with mommy now.”

“No. I haven’t.”

“That’s okay. I’ll introduce you to them when we see them again. My older sister’s name is Lukeia, she’s bossy and grouchy sometimes but she’s cool and looks just like mommy. My little brother’s Keilu. He’s just a baby so he just cries a lot. Oh! And he uses the bathroom a lot too. Gamma said that we both look like dad but we have mom’s eyes.”

Acxa nodded along and ate up all the information, “And… who’s your mother?” She asked it, but she felt she already knew judging by the boy’s altean marks.

“My mom’s the Blue Paladin! Allura!”

Acxa nodded in understanding and looked at the man piloting the Black Lion. She was too late. But, judging by how Keith handled the child in his arms, she was glad that he’s happy. That’s all that matters.

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