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autisticlancemcclain · 6 months

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My Dearest La

Dear La

Lance,

I really hate it when you’re right.

I know you are smiling as you read this. I can see it so clearly in my head. You are rolling your eyes now, probably, in fact you are probably even straining yourself. But I bet you are still smiling.

…

I miss you.

You told me leaving was stupid. Well, we screamed about it. I don’t like that I left angry. I should have waited so we could have been — well, I don’t know. I just don’t like that I left without saying goodbye properly. I don’t like that I didn’t get to kiss the smush between your eyebrows that you get when you’re mad

The bottom line is that I’m sorry. And I can’t do anything about it now because what’s done is done but. I wish I did. I’m sorry this message is so dorky. I can’t help how I feel about you. I promise I’ll be more — suave, or whatever, in my next one. There’s this Blade I hang out with sometimes, Sedrit, she is awkwardly funny like you. She has promised to give me some pointers because she’s as nosy as you are and read over my shoulder all the other times I tried to write this letter. I don’t trust her judgement but I’d walk into a wall on purpose in front of Pidge’s cameras if I could guarantee it’d make you laugh I think we could always use a smile. I’m ending this letter now because I’m embarrassed and if I write one more line I’ll lose my nerve.

Love,

Warm regards,

Sincerely,

Love,

Keith

———

“Sir? Sir! Hold on! Sir!”

The Balmeran turns, looking back at him curiously. He leans heavily on his cane, back hunched but chin set squarely.

“Yes, Blade?”

Keith jogs all the way over to him, stopping a respectful distance away. He reaches up to deactivate his mask, which he is not supposed to do, but the mask is fucking creepy, okay, it makes people uneasy so clearly that even Keith can see it, so fuck Kolivan’s lectures. He’s vindicated by the visible relaxing of the Balmeran’s shoulders.

“I need — a favour,” Keith says haltingly. His own shoulders begin to hunch. “If you don’t mind.”

The Balmeran’s stiff brows lift in surprise. He looks deliberately down at his newly-bandaged leg, then back up at Keith. Keith flushes.

“A… favour.”

All the pockets on Keith’s uniform are square-shaped and small. Deep, but not very long. Anything he puts in there gets squished. Except for the long, thin pocket-thing hidden against the outside of his thigh.

The letter has been stuffed carefully in there for two weeks. It’s a miracle it hasn’t been destroyed. The top left corner of it has gotten frayed, because Keith keeps catching himself rubbing it with the pad of his thumb.

“I know you’ve been through so much,” Keith says quietly. “I’m sorry even to ask.”

The Balmeran’s stance is still carefully guarded, practiced —

“As have you.”

— but his eyes are soft and knowing.

Keith lets out a long, heavy breath. He slides the letter gently out of its spot, turning it over in his hands; inspecting the familiar creases, ink stains. It’s a rough, recycled envelope. Made out of old briefing notes, by the looks of it, thick black lines of censorship streaking across the pale yellow surface. An ugly thing, really.

“I need to get this to the Red Paladin of Voltron,” he says, forcing himself to hand the thing over. “I don’t — I can’t send it through the Empire delivery service, for obvious reasons. And Voltron’s location is always encrypted. I —” He stops, mouth clamping shut, because suddenly the words have become impossible to force out through the lump in his throat. He hasn’t talked to the team in weeks. He has no way of contacting them without putting them — or himself — in danger. There will be absolutely no way for Lance to send him a letter back, even if he wants to. The whole thing seems, abruptly, a painful kind of hopeless.

And yet.

“I will pass it along,” promises the Balmeran, voice flooded with kind understanding. He wraps his hands around Keith’s, squeezing once, before gently prying the letter out of his clenched fingers. “I don’t know how long it will take, but I have a someone who works in Emerg-med. She travels frequently, and should be able to take it farther than I can.”

“Thank you,” Keith chokes out, blinking rapidly.

The Balmeran smiles. “Keep strong, child.”

———

“Granddaughter,” greets the old man warmly. The young woman turns at his voice, laughing in delight when she sees him and enveloping him carefully in an embrace.

“Grandfather! You’re well!”

“I’m alive,” he corrects, teasingly.

She takes the jest in stride. “You are alive, and so you are well. I am so happy to see you.” There is genuine love in her voice. She holds tightly to his arm. “Are you staying in care long?”

He shakes his head. “No, dear. I dropped by only to see you. And,” he digs around in his pocket, carefully extracting a letter, placing it in her waiting hands, “to ask a favour.”

“A letter?”

“For the Red Paladin, from the Black.”

“I see.” She frowns thoughtfully, turning the paper over in her hands. “Last I heard, they were rebuilding on Ilso. I am going only as far as Igrendia, to visit my cousin.”

“Pass it along then,” he suggests.

She promises she will.

———

A young girl, to her cousin: “Imeld! Can you pass something along for me?”

A cousin, to her lover: “If you could drop it off at the supply camp when you stop by.”

A lover, to his father: “A friend of mine works in that fuel stop. Let him know I sent you?”

A father, to a friend of a friend: “Only a couple stops left, I reckon.”

A friend of a friend, to a friend of a friend, to a friend of a friend: “It’s almost there.

———

A friend of a friend of a friend, to a Paladin:

“I think this is yours. It’s travelled a while.”

———

A smile aches at the apples of Lance’s cheeks. Salt drips onto his tongue, and he swallows, breath shuddering.

“You — dorky asshole,” he whispers, and tucks the envelope in the secret pocket on the thigh of his undersuit.

———

Lance,

I have no idea if my last letter got to you. I hope it did, if not, here’s the rundown: you were right, I regret leaving, and I miss you.

Anyways.

Today I was on a mission in a planet that was just a huge wildflower field. Just — hundreds of hundreds of flowers, every colour you can imagine and then some. It smelled like you. I cried.

Do you remember when we snuck out of that negotiation — thing? Whatever it was? And you poked me hard in the arm and loudly complained about how much of a bummer I was being. And you dared me to roll down the hill with you. And when I was laughing at the bottom of the hill because you had just so much grass in your hair you crawled over me and kissed me like you’d been waiting to do it.

I remember how we kissed until my lips bruised after. And then we just lay there, until I got fidgety, and then you pulled us both up and walked around picking flowers and sticking them in my hair and snickering. This was the flower. Doesn’t it look like the one you brought back?

I thought of you a lot today. It hurt a little bit. A lot bit. I missed you until it ached.

I hope I see you in the flowers again soon.

I love you more than the stars

Love, and lots of it,

Keith

———

“Hey, Sedrit.”

His voice is as hushed as he can make it. He doesn’t want to wake the others. But she won’t be asleep — she never sleeps before big missions. She says it’s because the adrenaline keeps her alert, puffing up her chest. But Keith knows that she prays because she is afraid that she will die.

She doesn’t answer, so he kicks the bottom of the mattress above him. He hears a huff, and then seconds later, a curtain of hair flops over the side of the top bunk, and her wide, pupil-less eyes blink into focus.

“What do you want, shithead.”

He smiles at her guiltily. “A favour?”

“Ugh.”

But she looks at him in begrudging acceptance.

“I need you to — drop something off, when you go to El-dan. Ask another Blade there if they could pass on a letter.”

She must read his tone, because the annoyance vanishes from her expression. She reaches over and flicks him in the nose.

“Yeah, lovebird. I can pass on your letter.”

———

“Hey, man, could you send this along the next off-world?”

“What for?”

“For true love. Or because I asked you to.”

———

“I don’t know what it is. It’s classified. But it needs to get to the Red Paladin.”

———

“I heard it’s news of an ambush!”

“Well, it can’t be news now. It’s weeks old at least.”

“Yes, well, drop it off anyways. It’s Voltron business, you know.”

———

Lance’s door slide opens.

“I have — correspondence,” says Allura, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I was informed of a possible ambush? Perhaps we should read the letter together.”

Prepared remark about greetings and knocking and why they were invented flee Lance’s tongue, and his controller clatters to the ground in his haste to meet her.

“Lemme see,” he demands, snatching the letter straight from her hands. Her protests fall on deaf ears.

You were right, I regret leaving, I miss you.

He grins.

“What is that?”

“No ambush,” he says breathlessly, floating back over to his bed. He traces the shape of every letter, the blots of smudged ink. The scratch of the words is just as important as the content of the letter, Lance has found. He’s long since memorized the first letter, but he still finds himself drawing it out of his pocket, unfolding it with a shaky sort of reverence, studying every slanted T and looped L, closing his eyes and letting the impression of the ink burn into his eyelids. The cadence of the words have become song, hummed over and over and over again in his head.

This time, there’s a drawing. It does indeed look similar to the one hanging, dried, at the head of his bed. He presses the tip of his thumb into the center of it, breathing hard, rapidly blinking away the tears so they don’t drop and ruin the paper.

“I remember,” he manages, half-choked. “I remember, I remember.”

When he looks up again, hours have passed, and Allura has long since left, closing the door quietly behind her.

———

Lance, my love,

I know we do not talk about the observation deck.

It is your sacred place, I think. When you sit in the middle of the floor and look up at the glowing stars and the planets cast shadows on your face and make your eyes shine gold as sunlight the only way to describe you is holy. The first time I ever saw you like that it made my stomach hurt. When I think about it now I miss you so much the ache spreads all the way to my teeth.

When I was a kid I read about how grief makes you hurt but time makes you forget. I read about how men begin to forget the shape of their late wives’ smile. Or the slope of her nose. I read about how children begin to forget the slant of their fathers’ shoulder. How mothers forget the way their babies curled their fist.

Missing you hurts like unravelling. You’re all I think about. I will never forget the fit of your hand in mine as long as I remember how to speak. And I will know the ridges of your teeth so long as I can taste. I will know the length of your back as long as I can walk. I will remember the curve of your lips as long as I can blink. I will know the way you glowed in floating blue starlight until my brain shuts down and my organs fail me.

Patroclus said I will know him in death and at the end of the world.

I will know you every waking second of my life, and I will make myself remember for every nanosecond in between.

Nothing will compare to holding you in my arms again.

Keith

———

Sedrit has officially been declared missing in action. A new soldier has taken her bunk.

Keith’s stomach hurts all the time, now.

“Just — one time,” Keith begs.

“You have way more training than that job requires,” says Kolivan.

“I know. I just —” He realises, suddenly, that even if he had an argument he does not have the strength to make it. The letter creases in his clenched hands. “Please.”

For a long moment the Blade leader does not speak. Keith meets his searching gaze, but his eyes are blank, unfocused. Exhaustion pulls at his features. His hood droops on his shoulders.

“In an out, Keith,” Kolivan relents finally. “A supply mission should take less than four vargas. I want you back here then and not a tick later, so you understand?”

Keith could cry in relief, but Kolivan looks stiff enough already. Should Keith express an emotion in front of him he might be forced into a total system reset, and his programming might not be prepared for that.

“Thank you,” he says instead, and rushes off before he can change his mind.

Matt is leading the supply run. This letter might land right in Lance’s hands.

———

“I’ll get it to him, Keith.”

“Thank you, Matt. I owe you.”

“Take care of yourself, man. They all miss you.”

“…I miss them too.”

———

Matt hands him the letter without a word. No one else says anything, either, when he clenched it tightly between his thumb and forefinger and walks right out of the bridge. Not even Shiro, whose gaze Lance can feel bore a hole into the back of his head.

You’re all I think about, writes Keith’s neat cursive, and Lance presses the paper to his chest and cries.

———

My Lance,

I hate it here.

I miss you.

———

Alarm bells shriek through the headquarters. Keith has become numb to them, at this point.

He slides the letter in between the pages of an intelli-file and hopes.

———

CLASSIFIED

FOR VOLTRON’S EYES ONLY

BIOMETRICS REQUIRED

WILL SELF DESTRUCT

———

There is a letter waiting on his bed when Lance gets back from his mission on Efid-d. He has not slept in three days. His vision is blurry.

He falls asleep with the paper open in his hands, mirroring the curve of Keith’s body.

———

My love,

Naxzela. Soon. I think Kolivan knows there’s something wrong. I’m gonna I might I think I can stay, for a bit. Hopefully.

Well, I will see you again. Damn it all. I don’t care about the world I don’t care about the Empire I don’t care about anything, anymore, I just want to come home —

Naxzela.

It will be weeks until I see you face to face on this mission but already everything seems less bleak. I will admit some of the anger has crept in. I feel awful. I’m trying to remember what you said, in the very beginning, before you kissed me in the flowers. When you held my hands in the purple light and said we make a good team.

I know you say you don’t remember it, you goober. You do. You get embarrassed when I bring it up, that’s how I know. You always get embarrassed when you’re caught being vulnerable.

I loved you then, you know. I didn’t know it then but I did. I thought about your hand in mine for weeks. You have always been so central to me.

Soon, sweetheart. Soon I can hold you again.

Naxzela.

———

He doesn’t bother sending this one along. He tucks it in the secret pocket on the side of his pants, and with every passing day it grows heavier and the weight on his chest grows lighter.

———

When the shield closes over the planet and Keith says, it’s been an honour serving with you all, the scream starts at the bottom of Lance’s feet. It comes up to his knees when he sees the pod speeding towards it, up to his chest when Shiro barks at him to stay in formation. It catches in his throat as he wrenches Red away.

It echoes through space when the pod hits the shield in a shower of blue sparks and grey smoke, and Prince Lotor defects to their side one nanosecond too late.

———

The beep of the healing pod synchs with Lance’s heartbeat. It can’t quite drown out the screech echoing in Lance’s head; that keeps going, and going, and going.

Soon, sweetheart.

He sobs into the half-burned paper.

———

“You better keep your promise, you dorky asshole.”

———

Healing pods have always smelt, inexplicably, of burnt hair.

He hears the slide of the glass door opening, then the whoosh of air as he pitches forward before his arms are awake enough to stop him. Luckily, he falls right into bony arms, and the smell of flowers and sunshine quickly envelops him.

“You motherfucker,” says a voice, heavy with tears, and Keith smiles.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he croaks.

His Lance sobs. The hands on the sides of his arms slide slowly down to his wrists, gripping tightly. Keith forces his eyes open, blinking away the bleariness. Lance has his own eyes squeezed shut, like he’s too afraid to look, head bowed.

Well, that simply won’t do.

“Lance, baby, look at me.”

“You motherfucker,” Lance repeats, and finally he does look up but he’s glaring angrier than Keith has ever seen him. Keith grins wider. “You motherfucker, you damn near lied to me.”

Slowly, half convinced he’ll move to fast and wake up on his bunk, alone, he reaches up and cups Lance’s cheeks. He swipes his thumbs carefully over wet cheekbones, exhaling shakily, revelling in the feel of Lance’s skin under his, finally, finally, finally.

“I’m home, Lance,” he whispers. Tears spring from his own eyes. “Sweetheart, I’m home.”

“Stay,” Lance begs, like he should have months and months ago, like he meant to, like he wanted to.

“There’s no other option,” Keith promises, and as he leans in and presses their lips together, finally, tasting the salt and licking the ridge of his teeth and swallowing every shuddering breath, he vows to never send a letter again.

He’ll tell Lance all he needs to hear himself.

———

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klance-headcanons-official · 14 days

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Some angst for you all because I like despair. Fanfic style.

"I just don't understand!" Keith yelled, the very air shook with the weight of the tension, "You keep telling me that you "Just need time to figure yourself out." And then you pull something like this!" He could see the conflicting look on Lance's face illuminated by the moon's light that seeped through the curtains.

"Is it so wrong for me to question and experiment?!" He half-yelled back, he had his fingers to his temple as if he were trying to rid himself of a headache, or sooth a burn in his eyes.

"It is when you know that I love you, Lance!" Tears began to roll down the sides of his face, landing on the carpet with angry whispers. "I can't do friends with benefits. If you're going to kiss me, at least have the decency to be my fucking boyfriend."

"Keith, you know it isn't that simple-"

"But it is, Lance! Is it! You either like me, or you don't! You need to pick a side, because I just can't keep doing this."

"I do like you, Keith." Lance said, his breathing had begun to shake, he could hear the way his heart pounded in his chest, beating in unison with the rhythm of Keith's words.

"Then why!?" Keith clenched his fists at his sides, and he spoke through gritted teeth. "Why won't you go through with this?"

"Well, you know what, you don't exactly have the best history of staying, either."

"That isn't even related! I had to leave Voltron for you! So that you had a place on the team! So that YOU were happy!! Did you really think I wanted to leave you, Lance?"

"Yeah, Keith, I kinda did! Do you even know how long I have wanted to be with you!? How long I have waited for the day when you maybe, actually want me too?! And now that I'm here, I'm realizing how scared I am to be with you, because I don't know if you're going to fucking stay with me!"

"Why wouldn't I stay with you?! Lance, you know what I feel, you know what I want, why would you ever think that I'd leave?"

"Because I'm not good enough, Keith!"

"What?"

"I'm. Not. Fucking. Good enough for you. You're strong, you're kind, you're smart, you're important, you actually have a thing! And I'm just... Me. I only ever move forward when you do something first. At the Garrison, I only got into the fighter pilot program because you were expelled. In Voltron, I only stayed on the team because you left to be in the Blade. I live in your shadow, I only ever see the back of your head. I'll never live up to that, I'll never be on your level."

He paused for a moment, letting droplets drip from his eyes.

"All I want is to walk beside you for once. To be able to look over and see you looking back."

"Why didn't you just tell me that? We could have avoided all of this if you had just talked to me, Lance." Keith tried to move closer, but Lance only took a step back. "You didn't have to lie to me if you wanted my affection-"

"I wasn't lying. I do need to figure myself out. I need to figure out if I could ever measure up, I need to figure out if I could ever be strong enough to actually do my job, I need to figure out if I'm okay, if I can let myself love someone after Allura... I need to figure out how to let myself be loved by someone. To be loved by you."

Keith reached out, pulling Lance into a hug before he could protest. He held him tightly and whispered, "I'll wait for you."

There was a long moment of silence before he spoke again, "But please, for the sake of my sanity, don't kiss me anymore. Not until you're ready to love me. Until you're ready to let me love you."

Lance nodded, "Promise."

Okay, I know this was long but it was actually so much fun to write. I feel like writing a part two and make it extra fluffy because writing angst for these two breaks my heart. Let me know if that's something you guys want.

#voltron #keith kogane #klance #lance mcclain #ships #vld #headcanon #angst #part two?

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corvus--rex · 8 months

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This got a pretty "meh" response on the bird app. Let's see how it does here. This is parts 1 & 2 as of right now

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pt 1

Ever think that the tight clothes, gloves, tiny jacket that does absolutely nothing are because Keith believes he doesn't deserve care, comfort, softness? Lance hadn't, until he really noticed Keith's body language for the first time after the Blade trials. The tightly crossed arms, how he kept himself separated from everyone else even when in the same room, how he always looked ready to bolt at the slightest whisper. He kept everyone at arm's length, reinforcing that distance with sharp-tongued jabs and insults.

It got so much worse after Shiro disappeared. Keith's normally prickly at best exterior had been dipped in venom and no one could stop him from disappearing for hours in Red, scouring space for any sign of his missing brother. Lance couldn't even begin to articulate the relief he felt when it came time to have Black pick a new paladin. He didn't want Keith to be forced into a role he was in no fit state to be in and had already decided that he wanted it to be himself instead. Keith may be an asshole, but Lance cared about that asshole.

Lance reluctantly sat in the pilot's seat, running reverent fingertips over the controls. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, the silence of the cockpit holding the weight of a tomb until he finally let out a shaky breath.

"Hey, Black. I-I know you probably don't want me, but it's only me and Keith left, and I know what Shiro said about him leading the team if anything happened, but…I don't think he can do it, and I know I'm not the best option, but I'd rather it be me than him. He needs time to come back from this. He needs to be taken care of for once, and if this is only way I can do that, if it means I have to lead the team, I'll do it. I know I'm not as smart as Pidge or Hunk, but I'm stubborn as fuck and I'll get there. Just, please, let me take this on so he doesn't have to."

If the silence had been heavy before, now it was oppressive. Slowly, the weight became pressure, a focused pressure in the back of his mind, silence growing into a whisper. A soft purr rolled through the cockpit as the controls flared to life, filling the space with an ultraviolet glow.

Lance released the breath he'd been holding all at once. "Thanks. I'll give it my best."

He tried to get up, but Black's mental presence pushed him back down, the projected image feeling more real than illusory. He recognized the mechanical angelic wings from when Shiro had last flown the lion, but then the image shifted, a fully formed Voltron taking up his field of vision with similar but much larger wings. The feeling he got from Black was one of reassurance and a hint of things to come. With another soft rumble, the mental pressure dissipated, and Lance stood, Blacks head lowering as he walked down the ramp to the collective shouts and cheers from the team.

Lance couldn't help but notice one voice missing. Keith stood leaning against the wall but instead of the closed-off posture he almost always adopted, his arms hung limply at his sides, the shock on his face overshadowed by the tears of pure relief threatening to spill over. Lance shot him a small smile, one that said 'it's ok, I got you'. Keith understood, shooting one back in thanks as he wiped the tears away and slipped out without anyone else noticing. Lance watched him go, a realization just as startling as Black accepting him as his paladin hitting with the force of that very lion.

'Oh,'

Lance thought,

'Oh shit.'

He could barely hear the rest of the team over his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

'I think I'm falling in love with him.'

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pt 2

Lance tried to make the adjustment period as smooth as possible, but they were all dealing with Shiro's loss, all grieving in their own way, although none quite like Keith. He tried to accommodate him as much as possible - Lance knew too well the pain of losing family - but he still needed to run the team through drills, both on the training deck and in space, forming Voltron again and again until he was confident they could do it in the heat of battle, especially with Allura flying Blue.

Outside of training, Lance was having a harder time keeping his newly realized feelings in check. Keith was more closed off than he'd been in a while, so Lance kept an eye on him as best he could, inviting Keith to game and movie nights in the lounge, including him in more conversations during mealtimes, but never pushing, and always respecting the answers he got.

Keith had actually started to relax a bit, accepting invitations when he was up to it sitting alongside the team but not always participating in whatever they were doing that night, letting himself get drawn into conversations even if he wasn't actively adding anything, just listening. Lance was starting to think they were making progress, both as a team and with their healing process, until Thayserix.

They'd lost Lotor in the gas giant, and Lance had to watch as Red took off beyond the shortened range of Black's sensors. He knew Keith couldn't possibly hope to track Lotor through the gas, and landed on a nearby mineral structure to wait.

He couldn't contact the team, and there was nothing to see within visual range, so he was left with only his own thoughts. Lance thought about how he was handling leading the team - he was honestly a little surprised they'd accepted him as Black Paladin, but when Lance brought it up just after training one day Allura had said that Black chose him for a reason, just as all the lions had chosen their Paladins. Both Hunk and Pidge told him that they had been friends for a while, far longer than they'd been in space, he'd been their pilot back when they were a flight crew at the Garrison, and while he may have been a little unhinged, they trusted him then and they still did. Coran echoed all of their sentiments, adding that he understood how hard it was to push forward while so far from home and that he was genuinely proud of Lance for continuing on in spite of everything. Lance nearly broke down in front of the whole team, instead accepting one of Coran's patented Dad Hugs™.

What Keith had said surprised him. He'd gotten pulled into what became the group hug with Coran on Lance's other side, and when they broke apart, he'd said quietly, for Lance only, "Shiro trusted you. He'd be happy it was you to fly Black. I trust you too. Black picked you and I'm happy he did. You're a better leader than I could be."

The soft, /shy/ look on Keith's face made Lance's brain short-circuit. He scrambled to come up with something, anything, even remotely coherent as he watched Keith walk out with the rest of the team.

The only thought that came to mind was 'How dare he be that cute?' Lance froze. 'Oh I am so fucked.'

#my writing #threadfic import #keith kogane #lance mcclain #keith x lance #klance #preklance #Black Paladin Lance #s.2+ rewrite?? I guess??#idfk #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

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shatterinseconds · 10 months

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future

Julance ‘23 week 2

“This is usually my brooding spot,” Keith says as he steps through the doorway to the observation deck and the doors slide shut behind him.

Turning to look over his shoulder, Lance huffs a little. “I don’t see your name anywhere.”

Keith clearly just woke up, hair rumpled and sweatpants hanging low on his waist. He didn’t even bother to put on a shirt though he keeps his arms crossed like he’s cold. Lance wants to call him out for his ridiculousness but finds he doesn’t have the energy to keep up much of their usual banter.

Sensing the mood, Keith’s expression softens, and his feet quickly pad across the floor to reach Lance in record time. He sits down right next to him on the small step-down; their shoulders brush together. “You could’ve woken me if you had a nightmare.”

Lance shakes his head. “It wasn’t a nightmare.”

“Then what’s on your mind?”

They have an unobstructed view of the stars before them, no planets or asteroid belts, just a nebula in the distance made of stardust pinks. And Lance, staring at the universe that he has had to call home for far too long, takes a minute to answer. Keith doesn’t prod but he doesn’t look away from Lance either. Sighing, Lance shuts his eyes for a moment.

“Do you think we’ll have a future?” he asks at last.

With each passing year still stuck in space, with the memories of home losing their focus, doubt constantly creeps into Lance’s mind. If they can win this war; if they’ll have to sacrifice something too great to do so. The battles have intensified and all of them come away with more scrapes and bruises than they used to. More time is spent in the healing pods. More time is spent watching the love of his life in that suspended animation, wondering if there’ll be a day when he never wakes up from that sleep.

But Lance isn’t any better at keeping himself safe so he’ll never blame Keith for his recklessness.

He senses Keith’s gaze pinned on him. It raises the hair on the back of his neck. He knows Keith studies him, those violet eyes flicking up and down his face looking for something. “In general or between us?”

“Both. In general.” Lance allows his head to fall into his hands and mumbles, “I don’t know.”

Keith leans back on his hands, staring at the stars before them. He looks so soft in the subtle glow of the late night hours. Blue from the crystal sconces highlights his profile. Everyone is asleep, even the mice; it is just the two of them wide awake. They have the entire castle to themselves. “I’d like to hope we’re both happy and healthy years from now, whether we’re together or not,” Keith says, confident in a way Lance finds he is shocked by. Then the corner of Keith’s mouth quirks when he turns his attention on Lance again, and Lance can’t stop staring at the movement. “But we haven’t encountered time travel yet so I can’t say for certain.”

Lance weakly laughs at that. He reaches out his hand to find Keith’s on the floor. Their fingers interlock. “I don’t want to think about a future where I let you go.”

“Then don’t.”

“That simple?”

Keith shrugs, a bit of pink dusting his cheeks. “For me it is.”

Even after a year of dating, it often surprises Lance how at ease Keith can make him feel. That, for someone who always seemed so emotionally constipated when they were younger, can calm his racing heart with blunt honesty.

Lance leans into Keith, cupping the side of his face, and kisses him. He smiles when he pulls back. It’s a silent ‘thank you’ and Keith easily understands.

They fall asleep curled together on the observation deck, and Lance dreams of hope.

#klance #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #julance 2023 #klance fic #keith x lance #my writing #not my best but i still wanted to post something #have been too depressed lately to properly write lol

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klaissance · 2 months

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Do you have any dad klance headcannons?

Thank you so much for asking dear sweet asker I appreciate you so much. I actually,,, lowkey don't? Dad!Klance is not something I think about that much, I think bc as a teenage girl in my 20s I am not in a parent/family space that often BUT FOR YOU IMMA TRY HERE WE GO:

for starters I think they're really good at it let's get that straight from the jump

Lance always wanted to be a parent I think--comes from a big family, has watched his siblings become parents, is obsessed with his cool uncle status, has always seen parenthood ahead as something to look forward to

Keith is the opposite, never in a million bazillion years thought that was in the cards for him

he's gay so that came with its own list of things to be worried about that would be difficult in terms of, like, acquiring a child, plus he just sort of had a shitty time as a kid, has a funny relationship with the words "parent" and "dad" and hasn't had the time to hash that out with a therapist because he's been in space

really truly Keith is a feral desert child and when presented with the thought of turning a small being into an adult suitable for society his brain shorts out

...until they get together

actually, both of them flip on this while they're in space OKAY NOW WE'RE COOKING

Lance, my poor sweet darling prince, is a little less sold on children. He grows up hard and fast and violent in the intergalactic war they're thrust into, sees terrible things happen to good people all over the place, sees kids left parentless and parents lose a child, sees himself nearly die more times than he can count (oop that one time he did die lol), and suddenly the idea of kids in the future isn't tinted golden and sparkling with the memories of his childhood. He's an adult and anything could happen and it's terrifying and hard and he knows he loves what he does--loves helping people, loves interacting with children, wants to teach or something later for sure maybe--but the actual parenting is soured by the thought of his mom back home thinking her son is dead and not even having the closure of a burial or anything. He learns that nothing is certain in the way he used to think it was, and stops expecting specific things for his future

Klance gets together [how?? girls idk any infinite number of ways that is every post I'll ever make until the end of time but not this one--trust though it was juicy] and they stay together while they're fighting the space war, and slowly and then all at once Keith "Lone Wolf" "Not A Family Man" "Feral Desert Orphan" "Kids What Are Those" Kogane is, like,,,, thinking about his life and his future beyond like,,, the next hour,,, and is imagining kids in the picture??? trust it shocks him too

This actually is a version of their relationship that I really like thinking about! Lance pivots on all of his hopes and dreams that he'd had all his life about certain milestones for things--marriage, kids, the white picket fence and all that jazz--and throws it all out the window. Because piloting magical sentient lions in a space war is fucking crazy and life is nothing like what he thought and what is important to him reshapes; it isn't the milestones it is the feelings they represent, the security and companionship he is seeking, the fulfillment he can find from interacting with others in different ways. Keith is the opposite; he never thought any of the milestones were important because he assumed they were for other, non-broken people. People--not him--who could have nice things like spouses and houses and children to raise in their image or whatever. And to make a long and introspective story short he gets to hold Lance's hand and suddenly all of those nice things are back on the table and he gets to want them and finds out that he does

I guess this is where it gets fuzzy for me I've seen some things where they space adopt and that's really fun and fresh

Or they wait until they get back to Earth after having the Cool Uncle Era with Lance's nieces and nephews which is my shit i love cool uncle klance

I do think I subscribe to them adopting older children out of the foster system as opposed to however infant adoption works

but any way you slice it Keith is So Pressed About Getting It Right he's reading books he's asking Shiro and then wanting to die because Shiro is So Cringe about his caretaking advice UGH

and Lance is back in a comfy phase about it now that they've decided to do it, regaling Keith when he freaks out with tales of times he and his siblings totally almost died or that crazy shit happened or that his parents did x y z totally sideways--his point being: and look how well it turned out anyway

the important thing is that when they do have children they love them more than anything and demonstrate a positive healthy relationship for them and they try to meet them where they are and also give them opportunities to grow and be happy and therefore it all works out perfect :)

Also as an added bonus here are some of my favorite depictions of dad!Klance for your perusal:

deerstalkerdeathfrisbee's True Love or Something ok these were like my earliest favorite fics ever when I tell you this raised me and reset my brain chemistry I am being so serious. They aren't dadding until later in the series [THIS ONE] but actually the whole thing is so excellent

that,,, actually is the only one coming to mind right now but people SOUND OFF IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE PLS <3 i will return to this post with more if i find any

I hope this was good for you obviously I just stream-of-conscious dumped into the text box but it was super fun to do, if anybody has any other prompting thoughts I would love to ideate more I just,,,, love thinking about them so much,,,, ok everybody have a great day!!

#ask and you shall receive #klance headcanons #dad!klance #klance #vld headcanons #my writing #nobody ever asked me for my thoughts before this is crazy #please somebody ask me something again this was so fun #ok anon ily hope this scratched your itch a little #long post

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hotdogcabbagesausage · 2 months

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HEYO, SEPHYYYY WEPPHYYYYYYYY!! HOPE YOU'VE BEEN GOOODDDD..

Anyways, *points gun to Keith in Galra form* 🔫🔫 tell me your angsty Voltron Team headcanons or he gets sprayed. with water.

HIIII ZEPHY WEPHY I HOPE YOUVE BEEN GOOD TOO!!!!!

you got it captain🫡

allura

allura and coran have nights where they talk about alfor and melenor. coran brushes her hair and tells her stories about her father and mother and she cries. she was so close to alfor and she misses him so much and having coran is the only thing she has left of altea and her family. she has only coran. and he tucks her into bed when it's finally over

when allura first got chosen as blue’s pilot, she would go down to the hangar at night by herself. talk to red, wondering why she wasn’t chosen. sometimes she would yell and sometimes she would cry but red never budged

allura mourns her people and her planet so much. everything she does, she does with them in mind. FOR them. she closes her eyes and imagines they can still see her. imagines they know she’s still fighting for them after all these years. sometimes it’s the only thing she can do to keep herself going and not let the grief crush her

keith

keith’s dad died on oct 18, a few days before his birthday. he avoided telling anyone his birthday or celebrating for so long because he didn’t want to celebrate when a few days before, he had just lost everything

keith avoided his dad’s grave after he died. he went once as a child and never again but after he met shiro, flowers started showing up on the grave that he would see when they drove around. he knew it was shiro leaving them. it meant more to him than he could ever admit

touch starved but also touch repulsed to a point. that’s why he always wears fingerless gloves. it gives him more control over who he touches and lessens the intensity of it. it’s why he stands so far from everyone else, to put a physical distance between them. to protect himself in a way

shiro

still has adam’s ring on a chain. adam may have said it would be over if he ever returned, but that never stopped shiro from wishing things had been different. never stopped shiro from loving him after years. he stays up at night playing with the ring, imagining a world where they could still be together

the nightmares got worse after he was placed back into a body. he spent weeks agonizing over how to fix things with the others after how his clone treated everyone the way they did. he apologized and distanced himself. he felt dangerous still. like he wasn’t in control. he had nightmares where that fight with keith didn’t go as well as it did. he wakes up and keith’s blood isn’t on his hands

he never felt gentle again after he had to watch his own hands try and succeed in hurting his team. he can’t look keith in the face on bad days. the scar haunts him

hunk

cooking is enjoyable for hunk, yes, but it was also his only way to feel closer to his family in space. it was always something they would do together, as a family, back home. sometimes he secretly hopes someone will help him with cooking so it can feel like home again

he’s not good at drawing but sometimes he tries to draw his family in case he forgets their faces. the page always ends up covered in tears and he tries to remember how they all sounded but he can’t

he puts everyone before himself. to him, his own feelings don’t matter if someone else needs help. he will always put himself aside and give as much as he can

lance

every time they go to a planet with a beach, he cries when they return to the castleship. it reminds him so much of varadero and how things used to be. he spends so much time reminiscing on what things would be like without the war

always thinks twice before he shares his ideas after shiro’s clone tore into him. it wasn’t the first time he’d been made to feel stupid but it certainly stuck. he gets a little self-deprecating afterwards

he thinks everyone knows he died and they just didn’t care enough to bring it up so he doesn’t either. he loves playing up small things but when it comes down to a real issue with himself, it feels so small and unimportant that he can’t imagine sharing it with the others

pidge

really bad at socializing. it’s why she loves animals and creatures so much more. they’re simple and they’re sweet and she can’t really mess up with them. she always feels like she’s messing up with real people so she avoids them when possible

she never tells anyone because she likes coming off as tough but she misses her family just as much as the others do. losing her brother nearly crushed her and she would’ve given her life just to make sure he was okay

not many know it but she’s insecure about a lot of things. her skills being the main one. she doesn’t think she’s cut out for voltron and it contributes to her trying to leave early on

coran

the reason he’s so happy all the time is to keep allura’s spirits up. he is genuinely a silly man but he couldn’t bear to see allura lose someone else. so he retains his spark no matter what. for her

he had children before altea was lost. he doesn’t talk about them ever but he loved them more than every star in the sky. his worst nightmare is losing allura too

his heart aches in the place that alfor used to exist in. he won’t ever get into it but he did love alfor and he felt like part of the family. he always made sure coran felt welcome and sometimes its hard to look at the team and not wish he was still back on altea

romelle

genuinely not used to having friends because she only had bandor for a long time and then she was on her own. little things surprise her sometimes like hunk making her favorite food without her asking (pie), allura offering her clothes to try on, keith wanting to train with her, lance introducing her to skincare, pidge asking to practice altean with her, coran telling her his favorite stories any time she asks, and shiro always offering to listen to her struggles

she gets anxious when the others go on missions without her. she’s got abandonment issues and she’s afraid they’ll get hurt or worse. she’s always on comms when they’re away

she feels useless compared to the others sometimes. she’s not a fan of fighting and she’s no good at diplomacy. she overcompensates on bad days. cleaning, cooking, organizing. anything she can get her hands on to feel like she’s as good as the rest of the team

krolia

after the war, she tries to make up for everything she missed by overcompensating. she looks up traditional things mothers do with their kids and even if it’s stuff for 5 year olds, she tries to get keith to do them with her. but nothing can change the past

she wanted to name keith “yorak” because it was her father’s middle name. they died in the war and it was why she joined the blades. she left keith and his father because she couldn’t bear for him to lose both his parents too. but he did anyway

keith’s father was the only man she ever loved. she didn’t dare to ever try again after him because she knew he was her soulmate and she would never love like that again. she likes to think he would’ve gotten along with her parents

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thespacenico · 8 months

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not too far (you're my favorite place)

｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ klance, 1.1k words

Keith has never been particularly fond of flying.

It’s not that he’s scared—not of the flying itself, at least. Planes just have a tendency to make him claustrophobic, no matter what he tries to make himself more comfortable. Too many people and too little space, too few snacks and way too much noise. There’s no such thing as a good seat on an airplane, and even if there were, there’s no guarantee that there won’t be a fussy baby in the row directly behind.

He’s just very protective of his personal space, something that airlines basically trick people into purchasing in the form of first class tickets, something which a broke college student like Keith can’t afford. If he had his way, he’d rather drive to his destination alone in a quiet, air-conditioned car, even if it added hours and hours and hours to his travel time.

Unfortunately, driving across the Atlantic Ocean isn’t really an option. Keith was just lucky enough to be able to book a direct flight from France to the U.S. so he wouldn’t have to worry about getting lost in a foreign country while trying to catch a connecting flight. The downside is that he’s trapped in a cabin full of strangers for upwards of 10 hours. He has survived on nothing but room temperature water and chips from the airport vending machine.

He’s been in Paris for the last two weeks studying painting techniques for an art internship. Pretty much every art student’s dream, including his. He could have spent days in The Louvre if they’d let him. It feels like only yesterday that he was complaining about how far away the trip was, and now the entire summer has flown by in the blink of an eye.

But as much as he loved his time in France, he’s anxious to get home. Two weeks is a long time. He misses Kosmo, and his bed, and struggling to decide between multiple different sugary sweet iced coffees with an abundance of whipped cream at the coffee shop on campus. The pastries he had from the bakery near his hotel were amazing, but still nothing beats Adam’s banana bread. He misses his friends, and Shiro, and pretending to be annoyed when he comes into his room just to say hi.

When the plane finally touches down and Keith switches his phone off airplane mode, the screen almost immediately lights up with a text.

8:37pm lance ♡: can’t wait to see you :)

Keith bites his lip, no doubt failing miserably to hide his smile. Oh yeah. He supposes he missed Lance, too.

The wait to collect his bag and get off the plane is probably just the same as always, but this one feels particularly infinite. Keith slips into the queue as soon as he gets the chance, his stomach flipping over on itself as he waits for the line to get moving. The moment he steps off the plane, he finally feels like he can breathe again.

He quickly navigates his way through the crowd of fellow passengers, strangely comforted by the familiarity of signs he can read in full without using Google Translate. The line at customs isn’t quite as long as he might have expected, thank goodness, and he makes it through without any issues (also thank goodness). He’s never been so happy to skip the baggage claim, his single suitcase already in tow as he hurries through to the exit.

Despite the hour, the airport terminal is still full of people rushing about. The sound of suitcases rolling and heels clacking is just white noise at this point, and Keith ignores it all as he weaves through the chaos, eyes searching for the person he knows is already waiting for him.

When his gaze finds Lance through the crowd, his shoulders relax and his heart goes still for what feels like the first time in the past 24 hours.

Lance sees him too, his face breaking out into a wide smile as he raises an arm and waves. He’s holding a small bouquet of flowers in his other hand, something he always insists on bringing for Keith no matter how many times he tells him he doesn’t have to. It’s about the gesture for him, something that makes Keith’s chest feel warm just thinking about. His feet carry him forward without even needing to be told, picking up more and more speed with each step.

The second that he’s within reach, Keith drops his suitcase and throws himself into Lance’s waiting arms. Lance wraps his arms around Keith’s shoulders and squeezes, careful not to crush the flowers, and Keith breathes him in as he buries his face in Lance’s neck. They simply hold each other like that for a moment, without speaking, alone together in their own little bubble for the first time in weeks. Tears prick at the corners of Keith’s eyes as Lance presses his face into his hair, kissing his temple.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” he murmurs. Keith just presses closer, his throat tight.

Lance doesn’t say anything about it when they pull away and Keith wipes underneath his eyes, sniffing a little. It’s been a long day, and Keith is exhausted. Lance has definitely figured as much. He reaches down to pick up the handle of Keith’s suitcase, giving him a little extra time to compose himself. Usually Keith would protest, but he’s learned by now that it’s useless.

“Are you hungry?” Lance asks. Keith is sure he already knows the answer—he’s always too anxious to eat much when flying. It’s sweet of Lance to ask anyway.

“A little,” Keith admits. A lot is what he means, and what Lance has probably gathered.

He smiles as Keith takes the flowers and slides their hands together, tangling their fingers in the space between them. “C’mon. Shiro said we could order takeout, on him. We can put on a movie and crash on the couch, and then you can tell me all about Paris in the morning.”

Keith really could cry. Lance knows him so well, and Keith loves him so much. He nods, swinging their hands a little back and forth. “That sounds nice.”

Lance smiles again, keeps smiling when Keith takes the opportunity to step forward and kiss him properly, lips pressed softly together. His eyes are warm when they separate and he squeezes Keith’s hand, humming. “Let’s go then.”

On the way to the car, Keith drops his head onto Lance’s shoulder. “I missed you,” he says quietly.

In response, Lance lays his head on top of Keith’s and swipes his thumb over his knuckles. Everything about this, about him, is so comforting and familiar that all of Keith’s stress and tension from the day instantly melts away. He could fall asleep right here right now, all just because Lance is there.

He’s never been so happy to be home.

#klance #my writing #started this while on my super long flight last night bc i was too anxious to do anything else :')

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silentwillowwhisperer · 10 months

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Just throw 'em back

I thought of that title, and now I'm singing Chandelier in my head at a very unreasonable volume for telepathic singing.

Ummmmmmmmm this includes consumption of alcohol and getting drunk. No one is underage if that bothers you.

This is right after the Klance sunset scene.

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Now. We all know what happened during Allura and Lance's date.

We can also assume that while it was happening, Pidge was doing tech-stuff, Hunk was cooking, and Coran was doing generally Coran-ish things.

Keith however, was not.

He was laying in a dark dorm room with his head stuffed in a pillow. He didn't know why he tortures himself like this. He had just given a pep talk to his CRUSH so that his CRUSH would be confident to go out with a GIRL.

Ugh, making reasonable life decision sucks.

Shiro, of course, has been through his fair share of gay dilemmas. His psychic dad sense clued him into Keith's situation.

"Hey... rough day?"

Keith just grunted into his pillow, which meant 'yes' to Shiro.

"Dang, that bad? It this a non-existent love life problem or something else? 'Cuz I can help you with the first one."

Keith flopped over onto his back and stared blankly at the ceiling. After a minute, he held up one finger. That, or he was just flipping Shiro off, but Shiro was trying to be optimistic here.

"You've gotta help me out a bit here, bro. Do you want advice or a distraction?"

Keith decided to finally pipe up.

"Give me a pep talk and I will not hesitate to shove a knife down your throat."

Shiro held his hands up. Keith didn't respond, so he just picked the guy up and hauled him to his car. There was no protest from the black paladin, but that tends to happen when a guy rejects you without even realizing that he's doing it.

An hour later, they arrived at a small bar in the closest town to the garrison.

Seeing their destination, Keith finally I dropped for a moment to raise an eyebrow at Shiro.

Shiro just shrugged with a crooked grin on his face. “You passed the drinking age in space. I figured we could have your first real drink before going back out to the war. None of that disgusting Nunville stuff Coran offers us.”

Long story short, Keith has had 3 (or was it 4?) shots and Shiro is hanging on to Keith’s shoulders to keep his balance. He was a bit too enthusiastic, and the only noises that leave his mouth now are garbled, slurred words.

Drunk Shiro seems determined to give Keith a talk, though.

“I remember my first boyfriend. He was cute. But soooo straight. He smelled like water.”

Keith’s brow shoots up to his hairline.

“What are going on about, Shiro? Are you really gonna do this now? Also, how does someone smell like water?”

Shiro raises his prosthetic arm to Keith’s face in a poor attempt to shush him, but his lack of coordination leads him wack Keith across the face.

“Shhhh shshshshh. Let me brother you. What I’m trying to say is, cute guys are straight sometimes. So instead of wallowing in self-pity, you RIOT! You gotta go up to his dumb face and FESS UP. He flirts with literally anyone! He has to at least bisexual. And if you fail and humiliate yourself, we can watch Pitch Perfect together in a dark room and eat too much ice cream and I can yell at him for you. Alright?”

Keith shakes his head with a small laugh. Even drunk Shiro has his dumb way of cheering Keith up. And, who knows? Maybe his advice is halfway decent.

——————-

I don’t even know what that was. But listen to Shiro, kids! If you’re queer and you know it, then OWN IT! I believe in you, my loves!!

#vld #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #voltron #keith vld #vld keith #takashi shirogane #shiro vld #technically klance #klance #tawny post

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phiixomath · 1 year

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13. steam

masterlist.

Lance turns the shower knob. He tosses his head back and the warm water sprays his shoulders, his back, and it's relaxing, so much so that he can feel it weighing down his eyelids even as he eagerly scrubs away the remnants of his week-long mission so he can finally get back to Keith.

Once his skin is slathered with soap, he quickly reaches for shampoo, letting it sit in his hair and finding himself mindlessly tracing shapes in the steam that coats his door. He gets lost in it, and only looks up after a few minutes to see that, among other things, he's doodled several 'K's in his most fancy cursive lettering. Lance laughs at himself a little, but it also makes him grin, seeing as he can now indulge in loving Keith both privately and publicly. (He'll sometimes have to pretend it's embarrassing when Keith does, though it's only because it leaves him overwhelmingly warm and fuzzy and unable to articulate.)

Lance wipes off his makeshift canvas, waits for more steam, and starts fresh. He might not technically be the artist in the relationship, but the several Lance and Keith stick figures, cursive initials, and loud proclamations of his love for Keith and his talents in bubble letters are nothing short of a masterpiece.

He holds up his thumb—why exactly, he isn't sure, but it somehow helps—then dusts off his hands for added effect before resuming his shower. He runs his hands through his curls, feeling satisfied with how fast they're silken by his conditioner while taking care not to let himself or the water smear the door with his drawings.

He turns off the knob when he’s pleasantly clean and his fingertips are sufficiently wrinkled and steps out of the shower.

Lance quickly pats himself down. He wraps a towel around his waist and pulls open the drawer that holds his favourite face mask; he deserves a treat today, he thinks, making sure his palm is dry when he goes to wipe the steam off the mirror. Wait.

He leaves just enough room for his face to be seen and then continues drawing, this time on the mirror. His lines grow sloppier as the steam slowly starts to evaporate and he’s forced to draw faster, but he swiftly manages a quick sketch of Keith. He adds arrows that attach his name and compliments about his hair, his eyes, his shoulders, his ass—

Lance grins as far as his mask allows.

By the time he's washed off the mask, brushed his teeth, flossed, and combed his hair, the mirrors and glass are positively filled with late-night shower doodles. Lance takes a second to admire his handiwork then heads to Keith's room.

The lights are out and Keith's already asleep when he gets there, so Lance quietly slips through the door and under the covers. He mourns their lost time but looks forward to talking about it later, once they're both wide awake and not alternating between solo missions. He shuts his eyes, smiling when he pulls Keith toward his chest and the warmth lulls him easily to sleep.

He wakes to Keith trying his best not to disrupt Lance's slumber as he climbs over Lance. Lance blinks his bleary eyes, a lazy smile pulling at his lips when Keith lightly sighs from his failed attempt and then whispers a 'good morning'. He kisses Lance's cheek, promising to return after his morning training session, and Lance smiles. He turns over onto his back, savouring the warmth and the sorely-missed experience of his favourite way to wake up. He shuts his eyes, lets himself get pulled into the strange and languid in-between state where he can't tell exactly how time passes, though he’s certain it hasn't been long when Keith's back in their room.

The blinds are still shut but he can see Keith's energized, clearly unable to hold back a smile. Lance raises an eyebrow once he’s near him and it rises even higher when Keith bites back a laugh. He lifts one leg over Lance so he's straddling him and peppers kisses all over his face.

"Wha—" Lance gasps, breathless. "What is it? Good news?"

"I love you," Keith says, in lieu of an answer. He pulls back far enough for Lance to see the flush on his cheeks and schools his expression into a smirk. "And thank you for the surprise."

"What are you talking about?"

"'Best ass in the universe?'" Keith chuckles and Lance sits up with his mouth gaping, both surprised and impressed by his drawings having remained.

"What the fuck? That's still there?"

"Just the outlines. I stopped by yours for a hair tie 'cause I thought you'd be asleep here, then saw it." He presses a lingering kiss to Lance’s forehead, an amused smile fixed on his lips though his eyes are soft when he meets Lance's.

Lance's expression is fond. He cards a hand through the hair that grazes Keith’s nape and tucks a strand behind his ear, tilting forward so his forehead bumps Keith’s. He suppresses a laugh when he gently asks, "Did you see the dicks?"

"Oh my God," Keith groans, falling back into the covers and dragging Lance with him. "Yes. Yes, I did."

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary day 13 #fluffbruary 2023 #klance #vld #voltron #phixxfics #keith kogane #lance mcclain #damn this was insanely fun to write #i hope you like it! and reblogs are always appreciated :)

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justsomevoltronstuff · 1 year

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Hello! :D I know it’s a silly question..but i was playing sims(as one does) and I wondered if you had any hcs of the paladins interior style? Like what colors (not only their signature I guess)and type of furniture? What type of home/apartment?I’d appreciate the help! Have a nice day!

okay absolutely have not had mental capability for like anything creative but I’ve also started a job in real estate so interior design make me go brrrrrrrr lately-

Shiro I feel like is either really plain and like necessities only or really homely. Like he either has the most basic cheap couches and tables and chairs and like, the plain white plates you can by at Walmart for like 10 bucks (you know the ones) and all the walls are just whatever color the previous owners/renters had them as so he has a random light pink room, a green room, etc. OR OR OR you walk in and get smacked in the face by comfort, like he has knick knacks and pictures and random antiques littering every surface, he has a china cabinet with the fancy dishes, he has a cabinet dedicated to coffee mugs and like only two of them match cause the rest of that set broke ages ago, all the other Paladins have their own designated mug, like it’s never specified but like, you KNOW the teal one with the cow that god knows where came from is Kieths, and that’s just how it works. I don’t think he has a specific color pallet bc it’d depend on like what the house looks like, and it’s either minimalistic or the vibe of the house.

Kieth has an apartment, his bed is on the floor, the only reason he has a couch is because Lance and Hunk just showed up with it one day and left it there. His cabinets are boxed Mac and cheese and canned beans, he uses paper plates/bowls and plastic cups/silverware, and there’s only like two pictures in the whole place, one of him and the other Paladins (and Allura and Coran) and one of him, his mom, and Kosmo. He’s not much of a stay in one place type so he doesn’t have a lot BUT if he were to decide to settle and make a home it’d have a garage, a huge backyard, and enough space for any and all of the Paladins to visit, and let’s face it, Lance probs did most of the decorating, as long as Keith has a place to sleep he doesn’t really care much what it looks like.

Lance is Aesthetic™️ and you can’t change my mind. He’s full on redecorating his house for every single holiday, his attic is a maze of shit only he knows how to navigate. His kitchen is probs black and white with a pretty accent color and his dishes all match the kitchen color scheme, like the fancy ones with the swooshy designs, ya know? So. Many. Throw pillows. Lol. Has pictures of his family and the paladins everywhere, along with various pieces of art. Walking in is like stepping in a magazine but at the same time feels so comforting.

Hunk plants everywhere. I don’t know how to explain it, but he’s a total plant dad. His kitchen is immaculate, the kind of place you love to hang out in, also has mismatched mugs bc he likes to collect them from places he’s gone and it’s a go to gift for him. I think he has a bunch of books on everything from How To guides to the entire Riordanverse. Tools scattered everywhere and various projects littering almost every surface. Has a blanket his grandmother knitted him draped over his couch. Random Voltron merch everywhere bc he can’t help himself when he sees it.

Pidge is either a clean freak with a perfectly put together house (as long as you don’t open those drawers) or it’s a fuckin mess and a half with a walking trail from one room to the next but otherwise there’s no way in hell. Also has projects literally everywhere, collections of random space tech, we’re not gonna question it. Probs a fairly monotonous place, lots of whites and greys, has an entire bookshelf for family pictures and sentimental things but aside from that, it’s the house of a scientist. Has a plush green lion on her couch. Has two perfectly cleared out mostly untouched guest bedrooms in case her family or any of the paladins visit.

~Admin Rori💜

#voltron imagines #voltron headcanons #voltron legendary defender #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #lance mcclain #hunk garrett #pidge gunderson #katie holt #shiro headcanons #kieth headcanon #lance headcanons #hunk headcanons #pidge headcanons #voltron preferences #voltron x reader #admin rori💜

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spaceaces00 · 23 days

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Really loved @wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart post abt team rocket klance so I wrote a little smth for it. They’re like the “enemy” so I made Ash young Lotor bc…yeah. I had fun so enjoy!

Lotor attempts to cough out the smoke as he waves his hand in front of his mouth. He didn’t see any campfires or campers down this path. It had just been a bright sunny day before the smoke went off. How strange.

He looks down at the cat perched on his shoulder. Kova was Lotor’s first Pokémon and they became inseparable. Lotor plugs his nose with a hand and pets her, “I hope this smoke doesn’t bother you too much, Kova. I’m sure we’ll walk out of this weird smoke soon.”

She starts to purr, but quickly stops to look up. Her ears go wild; they only do that in danger. She senses something ahead. Lotor stays guarded as they continue.

He was right, the smoke was clearing. To reveal three figures: an older teenager with black hair tending to a small fire and rubbing sticks together, another fanning the smoke towards Lotor with a fan bigger than him, and a dog who was fanning the smoke with his tail. The people wore watching white sets with a big red “R” in the center of the shirts. Lotor picks up Kova and ducks behind a tree. These people can’t be doing any good with this much smoke.

They probably would’ve noticed him soon but they were arguing. A lot. The one with black hair spoke, “Lance, can you put your back in it? We’re losing smoke!”

The one who must’ve been Lance snaps back, “Well why don’t we switch then, Keith? It’s not my fault someone wanted to buy the extra extra extra extraaa extraaaaa large fan. My back is killing me I put so much in it!”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” the other one (Keith) grumbles, “Kosmo is doing a better job then you!” Kosmo, the dog Pokémon, barks back in appreciation.

“Well Kosmo has better hair than you.” Lance whispers to himself at a volume even Lotor could hear.

Keith slams the sticks down and locks foreheads with Lance. “That’s it! Do you think I even wanted to work with your lanky ass? Allura just promised me a bonus for it, one you won’t get!” Keith smirks.

“How dare you?” Lance gasps, “She offered me the same thing! I will be taking that bonus! Thank you very much!”

Keith grinds his teeth and sits back at the fire. “This will all be worth it to catch that Kova.” Lance huffs back and fans even more vigorously than before as if to make a point.

Kova? They want to catch Kova? Why? Lotor held Kova closer to his chest. His adventure to find more pokemon is going to become much more interesting. His heart was beating 100 miles per hour and his blood was racing at the thought of them being separated.

Before he could think on it, Lotor jumped out behind the tree, revealing himself. “I won’t let you take her! Who are you and why are you trying to steal Pokémon?!” He pointed at them enraged.

Lance looked back to the path and then to Lotor, his mouth wide open. Suddenly, he pulls the giant hand fan over to Lotor and a wave of smoke hits him in the face. This time he was slightly more prepared and managed to tuck his chin into his shirt collar.

As the smoke clears, Lance and Keith are standing back to back. Keith starts, “Who are we? Well, allow us to introduce ourselves.” Weird music starts to play in the background.

“To protect the world from devastation” Lance says and the smoke swirls around him.

“To unite all people within our nation” Keith holds a rose out. (He wasn’t holding that before)

“To denounce the evils of truth and love”

“To extend our reach to the stars above”

“Lance!”

“Keith!”

“Team Rocket blast off with the speed of light”

“Surrender now or prepare to fight” They're standing back to back now with their arms crossed. The dog jumps to the center and barks. Lotor guesses that’s his line and pose cue.

Lotor is speechless. Who are these weirdos?

#I watched two yt videos for this lmao #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #prince lotor #pokémon au #my writing #vld #voltron legendary defender

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kidgetrash · 1 year

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Kidge One-shot - All You Have To Do Is Ask

Character: Keith Kogane, Pidge Gunderson/Katie Holt

Pairings: Keith/Pidge

Warnings!: None, really. Some tears. Happy ending.

Summary: Post Season 8 off on a tangent, Keith is leaving to join the Blades while the rest of the Paladins stay on Earth. Pidge, with her feelings for Keith, tries to tell him how she feels...

A/N: I am not dead! I am back on my bullshit! Feeling emotional about my ship and had to write this!

All You Have To Do Is Ask

‘You’re really leaving?’

Keith turned as he shoved the final t-shirt into his bag to find Pidge standing in the doorway. She was wearing her new lab coat rather than her garrison uniform, and it suited her. ‘Well, yeah. Kolivan and Krolia need help distributing aid to all the planets in the alliance. Without Voltron, I’m not needed here. At least I can do some good out in…’

‘Who says you’re not needed here?’ She interrupted.

‘I’ll do better out in space.’ He slid the zipper closed. ‘I’ll be much more useful.’

She folded her arms stubbornly. ‘We need you here, Keith, there’s plenty to be done on Earth. The garrison…’

‘Has enough heroes. I won’t be missed.’

‘Says who?’ Pidge spat. She has been wrestling with her feelings for the paladin before her for well over a year and realised, as much as she hated to admit it, she was deeply, irrevocably, head-over-heels in love with him. It was embarrassing. Her heart raced when she thought of him, not to mention clammy palms and her stomach having what could only be described as some sort of gastrointestinal distress. She had tried to hide what she felt in the hope it would pass, but much to her dismay, she found herself in the situation she was now. Facing a personal ultimatum that this was her last chance, the one opportunity she had to take to tell him the truth. Even if nothing came from it she had tried, and that was what mattered.

‘No one said it, but I know it’s the case. I am needed up there. Not here.’

‘You are needed here, more than you know!’ Pidge took two steps towards him. ‘If you’re not here…when you left for The Blades before, that was bad enough, but now…now…’

He looked at her, her cheeks flushed, eyes blazing, her bottom lip trembling. She was so passionate about what mattered to her, easily elated by the smallest breakthrough, or riled to anger when it counted. But he didn’t remember seeing her like this before. This was a different kind of passion, and it intrigued him. Not that he had time to consider it. He had places to be. ‘You’ll get over it. I need to go where people need me the most.’

‘I need you the most! I mean, we! We need you most!’ She rapidly corrected herself as tears began to prick at the corners of her eyes. ‘And I don’t want you to go.’ She murmured the last quietly.

He sighed. She hated goodbyes, he knew that, and she had been forced to say it so many times to people she cared for, but she survived every time. This was no different. He came to her, stopping less than an arm’s length away, and looked down at her, not comprehending why she was this upset. ‘You’ll be fine.’ He rested his hand on her shoulder. ‘And I’ll still come and visit.’ He could admit, if only to himself, that he wished she meant this in the way he had wanted for some time, on a personal level. He was struggling to keep his relationship with the youngest paladin that of friends and colleagues, having started to notice every little thing about her and how it made him feel…more than he did for the others. He knew leaving was the only way to set this right and avoid what could only be a one sided disaster. He could dream, though.

She swallowed hard, she realised she was about to break her promise to herself. ‘Right. Well, have a safe trip.’ And she turned, leaving his room as she gritted her teeth, letting her tears run free as she bit back her sobs.

‘Hey, Pidge…what happened?’ Lance walked past her, noticing her tears as he levelled with her, but she just waved her hand at him and hurried away. He frowned, having noticed the youngest paladin’s longing looks at Keith, and though he really couldn’t see why, he did recognise it. Something must have happened. ‘Mullet, what did you do?’ Lance marched straight into his room where Keith was putting his bag by the door, ready for the off.

‘Good to see you too.’ Keith replied at Lance’s indignant snapping.

‘What did you say to Pidge?’ He poked at his shoulder as Hunk walked in.

‘What happened to Pidge?’ He hooked his thumb over his shoulder.

‘I didn’t do anything.’ Keith pushed Lance’s finger away. ‘We were just saying goodbye. You know she hates them.’

‘What did she say, exactly?’

Pidge slammed into the lab, kicking a trash can across the room out of sheer frustration.

‘Couldn’t do it, huh?’ Matt called from their adjoining offices.

‘Not even close.’ She sat down hard on the swivel stool, making it spin. As she turned by the bench she grabbed a spanner before stopping herself on the next pass and smashing the circuit board sitting there for all she was worth.

‘That isn’t going to fix things!’

‘No, but it might make me feel better!’

‘Pidge?’

She froze with her arm in the air as Keith’s voice came from the door she had entered through. Her tears had mostly dried up by now but that didn’t mean her heart was ready to see him again. She had been prepared to possibly never see him again. ‘We said our goodbyes, Keith. What more is there?’

‘Lance and Hunk said you were upset.’

She spun on the chair, still brandishing her spanner. ‘Is that that this is about? The fact I got a bit teary?’

Her eyes were no longer the watery amber pools then had been just minutes ago, now they blazed with a fire he was more used to seeing in battle. ‘I just…uh…I wasn’t sure if I said something or…’

‘I wasn’t kidding, Keith. I will miss you. But you’re determined to do this so get gone, go. I’m not doing another goodbye just to soothe your ego.’ She spun back to the table and started smashing the circuit board some more.

‘Okay, then. See you, I guess.’ He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how he was supposed to react or respond.

Pidge listened as he left before whacking what was left of the circuit board three times in quick succession before throwing the spanner onto the table. He was actually going and she still hadn’t been able to tell him how she felt. She was an idiot and had no one to blame but herself. Maybe it was for the best, but right now she didn’t know how that could be possible.

Matt waited a full three minutes of Pidge sitting with her head in her hands before he spoke, coming to the adjoining door between the lab and office. ‘So, you’re just going to let him go?’

‘Yeah, Matt, I’m just going to let him go.’ She sniffed loudly. ‘He wants to go and I’m not enough to keep him here. Happy?’

‘Of course I’m not happy. I don’t like seeing you like this. I just don’t want you to have any regrets.’

‘Too late.’ She dropped her arms onto the bench and rested her chin on them, staring at nothing as reality beat down on her.

‘How hard could it be to tell him the truth?’ Matt pushed.

‘Too hard.’ She mumbled. ‘I just don’t do good with feelings.’

‘You do, just not these ones.’ He finally crossed the room and rubbed her back soothingly. ‘If you could have, what would you have told him?’

She sighed heavily, her breath shuddering through her petite frame in a way that had Matt hurt for her. ‘I guess…I’d ask him to stay. Not for the garrison, not for the rest of the paladins. For me. Because I’ve loved him so long I don’t know how…’ She paused as a small sob wracked her body. ‘I don’t know how to carry on if he leaves again.’

‘Why couldn’t you tell me?’

Pidge’s head shot around at the sound of his voice, this time coming from the office doorway. Her cheeks flamed as Matt took a step back, allowing her space. She wasn’t sure if it was to put him out of striking distance, as she really felt like punching him out right now because he had obviously set her up, or just to give her space, but she couldn’t consider that right now. Her mouth worked a few times, but nothing came out, unable to form any words after unknowingly confessing to the man she loved.

‘Why couldn’t you just tell me?’ He repeated as he came forward, allowing Matt the chance to slip away and out of the door. ‘I just don’t get it, I thought we were close, that you could tell me anything.’

‘We were, are.’ She corrected herself, getting to her feet and backing up two steps, hoping to keep some distance between them so she could continue to think clearly, but the hurt and confusion in his eyes threatened to addle her further. ‘And that’s exactly why I couldn’t.’

‘I don’t understand that.’ He shook his head. ‘Shouldn’t stronger feelings make it easier to talk to me?’

‘No!’ She threw her arms up in the air. ‘Not in the slightest! You’re leaving and I might never see you again, even if you do say you’re going to visit, but if I had told you, if you knew, like you know now, you might avoid Earth all together just to save us having another awkward conversation like this one!’

‘I still don’t understand why this has to be awkward.’ He took another step towards her as her back bumped into a rack of spare parts. He was still some way away but she couldn’t help feeling cornered, even if she could easily have escaped. ‘Why would telling me you love me be so hard?’

‘Because…’ She started as he got ever closer.

‘I’m listening.’

‘Because…’

‘Yeah?’

‘Because nothing I say could make you feel the same way!’ She blurted as he reached her, one hand coming up to rest on the shelf beside her head. ‘And nothing I say could make you stay.’ She murmured.

He sighed, lowering his gaze as he did so before speaking in an equally hushed tone. ‘Quiznak, Katie. How did you never realise that I’d stay…but only for you?’

‘You’dwhatnow?’ She garbled as he suddenly looked up at her through his eyelashes, a small smile on his lips.

‘Ask me to stay. Not because the team need me, not because the garrison needs me, but because you need me.’

She took a shuddering breath before letting it out, her voice coming in little more than a whisper. ‘Stay, Keith, please? For me?’

His free hand came up to cup her cheek, angling her face towards him as his lips approached hers. ‘For you? Anything. All you have to do is ask.’

Note: No trash cans, spanners, or circuit boards were harmed in the writing of this one-shot.

#kidge #kidgetrash #kidge fanfic #voltron

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drowninginblox · 9 months

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Season one

Season two

Season three

God.. this season… so much in so little time fr. B u t. I am a committed woman, and I will continue what I started.

So. Let’s get into this.

Keith’s heritage

I’m beginning to take back what I said in one of my prior posts about how I want to redo Keith’s heritage. Specifically about it being a secret to everyone on the team. I’m learning to love the way the show reveals that fact about him to the audience. Truly.

But I think he should know. Not everything, just that he's not fully human. And I still stand by the fact that his galra side should be more physical. Fucking love the galra Keith HC so much wE WERE ROBBED MEN-

Growing pains- Heavy spoilers. Watch Voltron already if you haven't bc I will be talking about (arguably) the best arc of the series

This is going to be something.

As of starting the third season, I really like the change. Purely because of how uncomfortable it is for everyone involved. It’s gonna be painful. The best kind though. Because even though we aren’t expecting it, we know that through the context of the show- this could’ve happened at any time, to any of the paladins

Voltron is out here saying actions have consequences, and that is very compelling. Both in concept and in execution.

I think this plot point is fucking amazing.

The question of where tf Shirio is after the season 2 finale is great, the natural progression of the lions is a stark but needed change (love prioritizing the narritive, I hope this keeps happening in the future), hell- the character growth is fucking phamominal (will talk about that after this point)

WE ALSO GET THE JOURNEY FUCK I LOVE THAT EP-

Also- THE INTRO CHANGES WITH THE CHANGING OF LIONS SO YOU DON’T KNOW WHO THE BLACK PALADIN IS- UGGHHH!!!

I fucking love it man. I'm rocking with what season 3 is giving me. But I'm afraid of what season 4 has to offer. I remember how Shiro's missing/dead arc resolves itself (in season 4ish) but i dont fully remember the indetween bits and the stigma of Voltron falling off by that point is blarring through my mind

Looking forward to that Shiro/Keith fight tho!

Now let’s take some time for the characters during this transition

Keith... god what can I say about him that hasn't already been said? probably nothing honestly. His responce to all of this is so natural and realistic. Of course he doesn't want the responciblity of the Black lion. Shiro was qualified to be leader, not him! Just because this is what Shiro wanted, dosent mean it's what he wants for himself. The struggle is delicious!

Lance is really mature about this AND I AM LIVING FOR IT. Its moments like this that reminds me that Lance is a wonderful addition to Voltron. A needed addition even. (I really wanna ramble about the five man band dynamic, but I'll link a video about it when I find it again right here) I want to see more of this!!!! Give me serious Lance for more than just a minute!!

Hunk and Pidge are bystanders. I’m sorry but other than comic relief and voices of reason, they are secondary to Keith, Lance and Allura. Bless them both. They deserve better. I can feel it as soon as the first episode- they are slowly being ushered into the background. It leaves a sour taste in my mouth with hindsight.

Allura is radiating vibes that I can’t describe other than- “o k a y girl I see you.” In all honesty, the more I watch the show the more distain I have for Allura comes out. That bratty privileged princess that acts on impulses rather than thinking things through is grating. Now this could easily be fixed with intervention in the form of someone more mature than her- for the first two seasons, it was Shiro. But now that he’s gone, that aspect of her is showing more and more and no one is actually going against her like Shirio did. When it was at its worst, Shiro was the only one to put himself in danger as a kind of surogate bodyguard while the rest of the group is on standby. But ever since Keith became leader, there’s this mentality of “if the princess is going we’re all going.” And it’s Stupid. Stand your ground man! Be the stuburn dude you are!! Pleasae, ctually think about this for a moment! The worst part is that if anyone brought up Allura's implusivity then it would be amasing character development to the person that dose and to Keith and Allura as well! Keith would have to repremend/ talk to Allura about how dangerous that is to her and the team and Allura would have to learn the consequences of her actions!

Coran, Im so sorry that you are given crumbs my man. I love you so much- You are THE FUCKING FATHER FIGURE WE NEED!!! IM SO SORRY YOU ARE TASKED WITH LORE DUMPING, YOU ARE MORE THAN JUST A PLOT TOOL

Forming voltron

Bitches got this down too quick ngl. More team bonding rather than trauma bonding please

FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK COLOR COORDINATE!!!

Make LANCE RED

MAKE KEITH BLACK

M A K E ALLURA B L UE

It’s fucking irritating

And yes, I think it’s cool that Allura wears pink and pink is a color that Alteans used to honor those who fought for them. That’s cool. But it pisses me off to see Allura with a freaking blue bracer, and in the blue lion wearing pink like it’s Wednesday. Get with the program bitch. There is a uniform.

IF ANYTHING- give these bitches highlights for the lions they used to pilot. For example, give Keith a black uniform with red highlights along the shoulders or arms

Lotor

Mans said reading is fundamental 💅✨

I love his introduction. Manipulating the people into this unification that’s obviously distinct from his fathers but at the same time so traditional. Dude knows what he’s doing and he is going to do it for as long as he can.

This man also having combat prowess is fucking scary. He feels like more of a threat than his dad.

I also love his task force. Having a entourage that is distinctly other from the majority of the population is such a bold choice, whether it be from an audience or in universe point of view, it shows that the prince isn’t like the king. He is willing to make use of what's given to him with little public fuss.

Only critism I have is that I don't know any of these bitches names. Yall have them- please use them?

Allurance

Believe it or not, I can see more groundwork for the ship at the start of this season

With the passing over of the lions in Shiros absence, it’s allowing more neuance given the current plot.

Even though Keith and Lance don’t like it, they have to change because they’re in a time of change. War forces change.

I wish we can see that bleeding over to Coran, considering that his surrogate daughter is now on the front lines. But c’est la vie ig

Im rambling- Allurance

I can see this ship being built up but I don't know how to feel about the foundation yknow? I understand that the lion change would force Lance to mature. I love that shit. Good shit.

The slight role reversal Lance has with Alurra is refeshing. Love serious Lance

But like I said before- I don't like Alurra this season.

It also doesn't help that lance is still on his loverboy shit. Wich is fine! I have nothing against the trademark! I swear! It's just annoying that Lance has a specail place in his heart for Allura but continues on to swoon to/over every pretty girl he sees.

For the love of god- say dedicated Lance!! If you did maybe you'd get the girl!!

“Hole in the sky”

Desusex Machina the episode but I kind of like it

I hope someone made a fanfic out of this episode

The other reality is honestly v compelling it’s such a waste we only see it once

Shiro

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK THE JOURNEY WAS SO GOOD-!!!

Honest that whole episode makes up for the fact that dDeamworks had a Shirio bias my GOD

That episode was such a good lesson in (mostly) show don’t tell

And it still leaves the question of WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO SHIRO MY GOD

All of this to say, I’m torn.

Part of me wants the finality of Shiros death but the idea of Shiro clones is so good to me

Eh, I’ll figure it out.

So babes, rather than ramble about how long it’s been since I’ve done this I’d like to get an opinion from y’all.

Anyways that’s it. Take care of y’allselves

#voltron #voltron rewrite #voltron season 3 #TW voltron #voltron shiro #Shiro discussion lol

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pearlsandpemberly · 6 months

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in here alone, together - klance

Summary:

Space is vast and mostly empty, so much so that getting lost is easy. The universe keeps expanding and Lance gets further away from home with each passing second. The thing keeping him in orbit is the man with a mullet at the centre of his own universe. Or: a quiet night filled with want, desire, and restraint.

Inspired by this art: https://www.tumblr.com/midnightlie/190896795129/blue?source=share

Genre: Romantic Fluff, Falling in Love

POV: Third Person

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51493681

Note: I miss them sometimes <3

He starts with a quiet gasp, a short sharp intake of breath as Lance’s eyes fly open to see nothing. The darkness overwhelms his senses and he sits up slowly, swinging his legs over the edge of the bunk as he waits for his vision to adjust, taking time to steady his breathing and not disturb the boy next to him.

In time, the soft blue glow of the ship’s corridor lighting makes itself known through the small strip at the base of the door – a design flaw that surely would not save the paladins should the ship breach – and Lance begins to make out the outline of his hands clutching the mattress as well as his legs and bare feet. The details remain unfocused and Lance doesn’t try to make them out, moving his hand to rest on his chest. His heart thuds at a steady rate but he waits, anticipating its halting or taking off away from him – vivid colours and sounds echo around in his mind, the remnants of his dreams reluctant to leave him.

The whirring of the castle thrums through each room, its slow steady movement unnoticeable to its inhabitants. Their enemies and allies are planets and galaxies away, but they still exist in the minds of the brave paladins and are most prominent in the awake paladin. Lance’s nails dig into his chest, keeping his eyes fixed to the floor beneath him as the images of friends and foes dance around his head.

The dancing ceases when fingers make purchase on the hem of Lance’s shirt, skin grazing his back – Lance shudders, welcome to it.

“You’re awake.”

Keith’s words are quiet, barely puncturing the silence. Lance’s response is quieter, his hum vibrating in his throat. The other paladin keeps his fingers slightly twisted in the cotton but makes no other movements, though Lance can feel his eyes boring into his back. The air thickens and he finds himself swallowing, trying not to choke.

The two so often find themselves at each other’s throats, exchanging harsh words and insults – even as they had learned to work better as a team, interactions between them are not without light teasing or mockery, Lance’s mouth turned up at the corners with smugness and Keith’s eyebrows furrowed with irritation. So, it came as a shock to Lance to find out that, when alone, he cannot find the words to say and that so-quick-to-anger Keith softens his tongue and intensifies his expression in a manner that both excites and scares Lance. When alone, their conversations were civil, then they became personal, and now…

Now they are this. And here Lance is, in Keith’s quarters for the umpteenth time, something he can no longer claim is an accident because it isn’t and it hasn’t been for a long while.

The mattress shifts behind him and a gentle breath fans on the back of Lance’s neck. One of Keith’s fingers traces a small circle on his back over his shirt, and he represses another quiver of anticipation.

“How dangerous,” Keith murmurs with no bite. “You’re thinking.”

“I know,” Lance replies, eyes fluttering shut. “Sorry.”

Keith’s hand disappears and Lance instantly wants to complain, but he stays silent – until he feels a feather-light touch where his neck meets the curve of his shoulder. The squeak that escapes him is embarrassing, but Keith doesn’t laugh.

“Don’t apologise – let’s lie back down. You need to sleep.”

The low pitch and smooth tone of Keith’s voice combined with the pads of his fingers brushing against him fills Lance with a heat that threatens to overcome him, but he refuses to bolt – too many times had he left before anything could occur, and Lance is tired of running.

So, the two manoeuvre themselves so they’re both laid back on the mattress, the width made for one only allowing so much space between them. Lance lies on his back and Keith balances on his side, body facing Lance, eyes never leaving his face. Lance has to clasp his hands together to hide how they are trembling, his eyes fixed upon the ceiling, unable to bring himself to look at Keith. His will is trying to run away from him and he isn’t quite sure if he’s ready to surrender himself to it, especially when Keith is looking at him like that.

Keith Kogane has always been intense: at first, Lance thought it was a stuck-up nature combined with a myriad of anger issues and all around dickishness. Though Lance could be brash with his words, they were quick and constant – Keith would stew and then lash out with short sharp sentences that were brief but got his feelings across. Lance could sulk like nobody’s business, but he was very good at making it everyone’s business, whereas Keith was quiet, brooding at the edge of the room in a manner that didn’t invite attention (with the exception of Lance’s).

But when they’re alone, Keith’s intensity manifests in another way: his words are still quiet, but his sentences lengthen and divulge into details he usually avoids. Sometimes his eyes fix on a point in the room and do not move when he talks, but when he listens, his gaze holds Lance’s with a concentration that Lance may have teased him for if it didn’t entrance him. The colour of Keith’s eyes, the dark indigo that most definitely were influenced by his Galra heritage, pull Lance in – Keith once asked him if there was something on his face that made him stare so, and the self-conscious expression that overcame Keith had Lance exclaim far too loudly that he thought his eyes were ‘just really cool’. It was the first time Lance had ever seen Keith blush – it was also the first time Keith had smiled in a way that weakened Lance at the knees.

The indigo is now an inky black in the absence of light – somehow, it’s more intense and Lance is weakened still.

The pair do not speak and the atmosphere begins to weigh on Lance’s chest as he finds it harder to draw even breaths. Their bodies are barely an inch apart but he longs for Keith to touch him again – he can sense the heat coming off the other boy and it scorches him.

After several agonising minutes, Lance rolls to lie on his side away from Keith, balling his fists up as he hugs his arms to his body. He wills himself to calm himself down, letting out deep breaths as the urge to get up and run back to his room begins to catch hold in his head. A thin layer of sweat covers his body and sticks his pyjamas to his skin, and Lance has the ludicrous idea to pull off his clothes.

He shifts slightly and feels his left shoulder bump against Keith – what part of him, Lance doesn’t know – and he realises that they’re closer than he initially thought, which sends a jolt through him. Keith’s breathing is steady and shallow, now a whisper on his nape.

It takes a second for Lance to swallow, licking his drying lips as he asks: “can you sleep?”

It takes several seconds for Keith to respond, and when he does, his hand comes to touch Lance’s hip, eliciting a gasp.

“No.”

The hand is trembling against Lance, fingers spasming as they almost hover over his pyjama shorts. As Keith shuffles forward by the smallest degree, he lets out a shaky sigh.

And Lance knows that Keith is just as overcome as he is. And so, he moves so his back connects with Keith’s chest. Keith’s forehead comes into contact with the back of his neck.

Keith’s hand flexes on his hip, inhaling heavily through his nose as it dares to move upwards, trailing up Lance’s waist and ribs, moving over his shirt that simultaneously makes Lance feel grateful and greedy. As Keith reaches his left shoulder blade, he traces back down his spine, fingers splayed as he reaches the hem of his top. When he dips underneath and touches the skin of his back, Lance lets go of his held breath, his vocal cords whistling slightly as he does. Keith repeats the movement, the moisture from his hands sticking on occasion to Lance’s equally sweaty skin, though neither care. The heat becomes a fire that runs through Lance’s veins as Keith’s touch becomes more hungry, his shaking fingers gripping onto him as he explores Lance at a rate that is both too fast and all too slow.

The pressing against his nape intensifies as Keith’s nose nudges against Lance, his top lip occasionally grazing him as Keith gasps. As the hand moves to caress his stomach, Lance arches his back when a pair of lips secure themselves onto his neck. The sensation is both dry and wet, Keith’s bitten and peeling lips contrasting to the warmth of his mouth and tongue that glide over Lance’s skin. He tastes him with fever, uncertainty mixed with desire as Keith’s careful kisses begin to lose control, moving towards the left juncture where his neck and shoulder meet.

Lance keens when Keith bites down gently, his left arm having unwound from his body and is now reaching behind him, clutching onto Keith’s left thigh. His restraint is long forgotten, the gasps and whines leaving his mouth shameless. When he pushes his body even closer to Keith’s, the feeling of Keith’s want both scares and excites Lance, and the sound he pulls from Keith only heightens his own desire.

Half of Lance’s body has moved so he’s almost lying on Keith, pushing himself closer and closer and closer still. Keith’s hand has travelled all across his front and has now come to hold onto Lance’s throat, touch soft but desperate. The sensation of Keith’s fingers and his mouth made Lance lightheaded, rolling his eyes to the back of his head as he let himself become Keith’s.

His mouth comes to kiss Lance’s jaw near his ear. “Lance,” Keith growls, his voice rumbling against his skin. “Please – please, can I…?”

Keith is asking, begging Lance, and the words go straight to the pit of flames stoking in Lance’s abdomen. Keith’s fingers come to cradle the right side of his face, and Lance forces down the last bit of fear eating at him, turning his head to face the other boy.

Their faces are but a couple of centimetres apart and the inky eyes stare into his own, pupils blown and intoxicating. Keith’s hair is mussed and his mouth agape, lips slightly swollen. His chest is moving rapidly up and down, his own shirt rucked up so Lance can just make out his lower abdomen and hips. Lance doesn’t need light to know that Keith’s face and neck are flushed.

He is the most beautiful thing Lance has ever seen and for a moment, they are transfixed, frozen in the moment before everything changes forever.

And Lance breaks first, closing the gap between them. His lips capture Keith’s, left hand leaving his leg to touch his cheek.

The fire turns into an inferno as Keith groans into Lance’s mouth, setting him ablaze.

Their awkwardly bent limbs move and their inexperienced kisses adjust as the two cling onto each other: Lance twists his body so their fronts are flush against each other, quick to tangle his fingers into the mullet he hates so much. Keith’s hands move to grip his waist under his top, nails raking up and down his back every so often. Gasps and sighs pass between the two as they explore the forbidden, indulge in their shared long-time desires, and hold each other with a belief that if either one of them let go, then it will all end.

Every inch of Lance’s body is like the surface of the sun, burning and brilliant – Keith’s touch is like a lick from a flame, consuming and engulfing him. Lance moves to put his weight on Keith, slotting a leg between his, their chests crushed together. They are the closest two people could really be and yet he still wants more, still needs more, if not to make up for all that they have missed, all that they had avoided due to fear of rejection or change. And even now, a trace of fear stains Lance’s heart as he feels his control slipping away from him, and he pulls Keith’s hair a little too tightly.

The moan that Keith emits is unlike any sound Lance has even imagined the boy was capable of making, but he knows he must hear again. In an instant, their bodies are rolling once more and Lance has the air taken from him as he finds himself pushed into the bunk, now lying on his back as Keith hovers over him, gasping for breath. Their legs are interlocked and Keith’s hands are either side of Lance’s head and he’s staring at him like a blind man who is seeing the stars for the first time, and Lance feels all the emotion he holds for this boy alone surge to the surface, sticking in his throat and burning his eyes.

Keith descends with a careful precision, moving down to kiss his throat, tongue and teeth careful but overwhelming, hands coming to run through Lance’s hair and massage his scalp. He grazes against Lance as he trails towards his collarbones and the sensation of their bodies moving with each other with mutual trembling desire threatens to kill Lance before he is given the chance to explore such a terrifying and wonderful thing, and he clings to Keith’s shirt, his cries wanton. The material creeps up, exposing Keith’s back, his muscles contracting as he shudders under the feel of Lance’s nails scrabbling for purchase upon his skin.

Keith moves back up, kissing all the way along Lance’s jaw, lips soft and adoring. With slow deliberation, he places kisses along his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his chin. When a tear forms at the outside corner of Lance’s left eye, Keith kisses it away and then lightly brushes his lips over his closed eyelids. Lance simply quivers under such a tender touch, hands resting on either side of Keith’s ribcage, waiting impatiently for the attention to return where he longs for it most.

When the sensation disappears and several seconds pass, Lance opens his eyes to see Keith gazing at him, not quite smiling but expression soft, his eyes mirroring Lance’s burning. His hands come to cup Lance’s face, thumbs still shaking as they stroke along his cheeks.

Lance moves his own hands to copy Keith, letting his fingers entwine with the black hairs that slightly obstruct Keith’s face. His vision is blurred but every detail of his features shine through and Lance believes that he could die here and be content with it.

“Are you okay?” Keith’s voice is barely above a whisper but strains with affection and concern. He touches the corner of Lance’s eye again, capturing the moisture ready to fall.

Lance nods and pulls their faces towards each other, kissing Keith’s bottom lip. “Never better,” he mumbles against him, pressing another chaste kiss to his top lip. “Keith, I – I can’t stop – I want –”

Keith kisses back, furrowing his eyebrows with the intensity of it all. “Me too.”

Because they have wanted this for longer than either of them care to admit. To be thrust into space with no warnings or plans and to form a universe-saving team without an ability to refuse with a group of people that they either like, don’t know, or despise for no real reason is an isolating experience, and neither one wanted to say that for them both, the person they despised the most became their solace in this vast unending adventure, and over time had crept their way into their heart. And now, finally, here they are.

The imperfect formation of their lips, the hunger in how they open their mouths to each other, the overwhelming sheer intimacy of their tongues touching becomes all at once too much for Lance. Sobs begin to wretch their way out of him and he cries freely because he is so happy and enamoured and frightened, because his heart has been cracked open in the early hours of the morning and is spilling its contents out in front of the person he has admired since his first days at the Garrison, because he is more vulnerable than ever and has something so beautiful that could be lost tomorrow if one thing goes wrong.

Keith pulls away, looking down at Lance with worry and amour, and it only makes him cry harder. And Keith, who usually blanches at tears, wraps his arms around Lance in an instant, pulling him to his chest as they roll once more. Lance burrows his face into the crook of Keith’s neck and chokes on his sobs, relishing in his warmth as the inferno calms, smouldering inside the two hearts of the embracing pair.

When Lance wakes to the morning announcement, he is still nestled into Keith, whose hand is so gentle on the back of his head, so careful that he may fall apart if he loses concentration. His other hand is squeezing Lance’s fingers, held between their chests with an intimacy that neither one ever wanted to forget.

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