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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 138 prt 2

“I don’t think I want to imagine that”

Mami would have rocked it. Keith imagined her sneaking her chocolates with a bottle of vodka giving the double finger to Sendak if she could have. Chocolates and her abundant supply of love were the only two things she zero self control over. Lance nodded, sucking down a breath, tone slightly dejected before levelling then growing wobbly

“Probably safer... but, yeah. I... the family gave me a lot of things that she’d left behind when we moved. I tried to go to the nursing home, you know, to thank them, but Coran made me stay in for observation. Luis cleaned her room out and took her things. He had the nerve to lose it at me for paying for her funeral...”

Lance started shaking again in his arms. Keith rubbing the top of his arm as if he was trying to warm him up

“Babe. Don’t go there. Luis isn’t your responsibility”

“I know, but without Mami... I won’t hear about them again”

That was true. Luis wouldn’t be rushing to call

“Pidge could change that. She can stalk down thin air and pull up all its credit card charges”

“I think Pidge would bite his ankles in real life if she knew. I wanted to... to be able to talk to them at the funeral, but Coran pulled enough magic to get me there as it was... and I wasn’t ready yet. She and Papi are together now. I wanted her buried in Garrison, but she’s in Platt. I’m talking too much”

Lance wasn’t talking too much. He’d held all this in as he waited for Keith to come home to him. He was glad Lance was telling him what he wanted in his own words instead of by letter

“You’re not. You miss your mum. From what you’ve said, you’ve made a lot of good memories”

“I suppose. I mean, I did. I know I’m very lucky I had all this time with her... really lucky considering all things. I wish I hadn’t broken my phone”

“Shouldn’t it back up?”

“I don’t know how it really works. It’s like one of your Blade phones but it’s pin locked instead of iris encoded. Laptop’s kind of the same. It’s a Coran special”

“We can ask him”

“I hope it’s backed up... I need to stop talking about this... I can’t... I’ve been so whiny. Even when I came back from Sendak, through to now, my mental health’s been shit and all I’ve done is worry everyone. Four months isn’t like long for a vampire but it is for a human”

“I literally think you’re entitled to let it out”

“I keep showing... I keep showing the wrong sides”

There were no wrong sides to Lance. Okay. Maybe 4 months wasn’t that long to a vampire but it was a fucking looooong arse four months. They’d barely had three weeksish before he was off to Rome... meaning... it was like 6 weeks he’d had quality time with Mami... and shy of a month since her passing.

Lance was allowed to have feelings. His feelings made him who he was. It wasn’t like Keith didn’t feel guttered over the loss of Mami too. He kind of wanted to just lock Lance away and cry until his head throbbed and the pain was gone

“Because I’m so much better?”

“You are. I haven’t asked you much about Europe. I haven’t asked if you’re okay. I haven’t asked how things went down. I haven’t asked about the court case or this thing about Lotor killing Zarkon. I... haven’t... even asked you... how anyone is...”

“Babe. I only got in last night. This is our first proper conversation. I want to know what you’re feeling and thinking”

“I don’t know what I’m thinking or feeling. Running seems so much easier. But... then there’s all the things I’m waiting to hear back about. Mami’s will. Her accounts. What to do with her things she’a got stored at home. If the nursing home got the flowers I sent as a thank you for all they did for her. If I chose the right clothes Mami. If I did the right thing. If it wasn’t her time to go and I did nothing...”

Lance kept telling himself to shut up. To stop talking about Mami. That Keith had been through so much away from him that he was probably more tired than he was letting on. He tried to shut up but he couldn’t not think about Mami. She’d adored Keith. She kept a photo of him on her nightstand. Well, it was him, Keith and an ultrasound photo between them.

When Keith started leading him away from the kitchen, Lance didn’t want to move. He had to have breakfast, have his shot, then have something actual to eat. Instead Keith tugged him along, pulling him down to sit in his lap on the sofa. That Keith had come back was a miracle. That he’d stayed... Lance couldn’t describe how much he’d needed to see Keith. Then he went and ruined things because he couldn’t stop thinking about his Mami...

“You’re overthinking”

Geez. No shit. He’d expected a joyous reunion with Keith. Mami teasing them. Not Keith coming home to this. He wanted to feel happy so badly, but Keith... Keith made it too easy. He’d feared last night they’d never talk again as they had. Now he’d word vomit... after too much actual vomit

“I think I’m... not being strong enough”

He’d cried as he confessed his sins to his Mami. How he’d killed Sendak. His Mami taking his hands and telling him that it wasn’t fair for him to be blaming himself. She went to church with him. Before God he’d prayed. He’d confessed everything, as if it’d offer some absolution for his sins. He did feel marginally better when he didn’t burst into flames. It was hard to accept that the world was safer by taking a life. Mami pointing out that Sendak was the worst of everything a vampire could be, though she got it. She got that he grieved not for the monster he’d killed but at the loss of Sendak ever changing his ways. Vampires didn’t really work that way, but she... she got it because she wasn’t a hunter. She could see that he was worse than Nyma and Rolo, but she could see that he felt worse about the actual ending of potential than killing the monster inside Sendak’s skin. She was a better therapist than Coran.

They’d headed to the beach that morning, after his nightmare. Blazing hot sun didn’t exactly lure vampires out for a spot of sun baking and spontaneous combustion between snacking on the necks of tourists. Setting up the umbrella, chairs and fetching drinks, they’d settled down and Mami had told him about his first time swimming there. Rachel carried him everywhere. Made him a “hat” out of seaweed. He’d screamed and screamed, until Mami took it off his head. The sun had felt amazing. He wasn’t too pregnant looking, so he enjoyed taking his shirt off, only to burn himself for his efforts. Mami had laughed at him as she rubbed aloe vera on his sunburn.

It’d been hard to hear about times when they’d been so happy together. Just kids doing kid things. But a lot of Mami’s stories he hadn’t heard before, and some stories he heard over and over yet didn’t mind in the slightest. She was so proud of her brood. Making all these future plans and laughing over how he and Keith were going to be clumsy parents, but that was okay because no one knew what they were doing at first.

“You’re strong. You’re so strong”

Keith kissed his cheek. Lance knew he was starved of physical affection. He knew because he’d been depriving himself of it. He felt like “King Douche” that his boyfriend came back to this. That he needed to stiffen his upper lip and carry on. He knew he’d been a total dick not contacting Pidge or Hunk, but to begin with it’d been for their safety. He hadn’t let them see him at VOLTRON, though knowing they were also grieving Mami’s loss. Asking for more space on top of so much space already granted to him seemed incredibly selfish. He loved Pidge and Hunk, but it was like with Sendak again, he was scared of losing himself in his grief and hurting them.

He’d never wished he was more human than in the aftermath of that shit with Sendak. Lance knew if it was his friends going through this he’d be telling them it was okay. To let go. To grieve for as long as they needed and that he’d be there the whole time for when they were ready. But that didn’t apply to him. He had... he had o carry himself a certain way... anxiety fed paranoia that if he wasn’t the perfect friend they’d never speak to him again. Keith... Keith just... all he had to do was breathe and Lance was falling more in love with him. He’s tried building his walls back up when he set his mind to Keith never coming for him, but all his walls were sandcastles, crumbling under Keith’s feet as he trampled over Lance’s attempts and wrapped him up in love. He... he’d been so awkward and embarrassed how easily he’d caved into Keith. Now Keith was taking the time to fix his broken bits. His boyfriend hated the tourist masses but that was Varadero’s main source of income.

Placing his hand on his belly, Lance settled his breathing back down slowly. Keith didn’t hate his belly. He’d felt their twins starting to move. Like little has bubbly gas bubbles. When he’d spotted blood coupled with weird stomach pain, he’d thought he was dying but his Mami explained to him about things stretching and moving to make space. Coran was worried about his body not being strong enough to make it to term. Despite brewing in a vampire filled with vampire blood, both their kids returned human DNA. Never did he want another long arse needle in there again. Their babies passed their genetics tests. They just had to put up with him and Keith now

“Babe?”

“It’s okay. You said you wanted to see Cuba?”

“Well I came all this way. I’ve never been here before and I’m already madly in love with my tour guide”

Lance groaned at his boyfriend. If Keith turned that charm on everyone he’d probably be an unstoppable conman of the highest degree. His ego loved the flattery. He and it had many an mental disagreement. Now Keith was fanning it back to life

“You’re a menace. I have to eat. I’ve... been going through the motions but I have to eat before we go out. And... we’ll drive. I’ll drive. I don’t have much to hide this bump”

“I don’t mind it. I think it’s cute”

“The world isn’t ready for a pregnant vampire and his lover. This is Cuba. I’ve got a jumper I use if I absolutely can’t avoid going out...”

“In this heat?”

“You get the boyfriend with a covered outside or you get the boyfriend inside with the bump showing. You can’t have both”

“I definitely want both. I love your stomach. You looked so good bouncing on my dick with that bump showing”

Lance choked on air. Keith was a damn horn dog!

“I’m going to punch you in the dick if you don’t start thinking things through. I’m going to put you in “Horny Hunter Jail” if you don’t settle down”

Keith shrugged

“I can live with that”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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A Heart to Heart Talk- Lotor and Allura

Author’s note: What’s up y’all? Here is something I came up with when I was supposed to be paying attention in class. Yes, I was that bored. I am thinking about putting this on A03 but, I don’t know yet. Once I do, I’ll post a link. I have a question, if you were trying to develop a portfolio or have a career in screenplay writing, would you continue writing fanfiction or start in your own story? I am scared that someone will steal my idea so that is why I write fanfiction. Let me know in the comments!

Trillions and Trillions of miles deep into space, one has to get used to it, or else it will drive you mad. Sure enough, you’ll get restless and annoyed that you cannot leave the ship until you’ve landed on a planet, but you learn how to manage. Could you imagine being exiled by your father and have to provide for yourself as a child?

While his generals were practicing attack tactics and even sharpening their blades, Lotor decided to wander off down the halls to clear his mind. He had so much on his plate, sometimes it was hard to cope through life. When you’ve been around people who told you to “just get over it” or “it has been a long time”, you suddenly feel like you’re alone. Is there anyone that could relate to him? All of these thoughts began to cloud his mind again, and this time he was determined to not let it bother him again. This time it was going to work because he had the comfort of Princess Allura and Shiro, the paladin of the black lion on his side. Both Shiro and Allura could understand Lotor’s pain to an extent, and since he was an ally to Voltron, it’s about time they’d get to know each other on a more personal level. Allura was used to spilling the beans about herself, but for Shiro and Lotor, it didn’t seem that way. To his left, was a room full of comfortable furniture in different shades of white, yellow, and purple. As the door opened. He cracked open a somber smile which was obvious that he wasn’t feeling it. It’s about time that he takes off his mask and throw it away.

He sat down comfortably and smiled as he picked up two pieces of paper and threw them down on the table for absolutely no reason, just for effect.

“I know you two are quietly sitting here rather awkwardly wondering why I’ve called you here.”

“That’s exactly what we’re wondering,” Shiro said sipping from his Altean look-alike of a latte.

“Is there something you want to talk about,” Allura said batting her eyelashes rather nonchalantly.

Lotor released a satisfied chuckle, stretched his collar, and cleared his throat.

“Yes, there is something I’ve wanted to talk to you about. Although your human, Shiro, Allura, you’re full Altean, and I’m biracial, we have something in common here. We have all been through...life-changing experiences that have turned us into better people.”

“If you count being experimented on by the Galra life-changing, then yeah. I am as strong as it gets.”

Shiro asked the robot server to get him another latte. This would have been his third one. With the little knowledge Allura had about coffee, she knew he would go into a caffeine rush and destroy the training dummy for the millionth time.

“When Altea was destroyed, I didn’t know if I could live with myself. All I had were Coran and the mice.”

Lotor gently placed his large hand over hers in comfort.

“I’m just as disappointed as you are, Allura. That is why I am pleased about us being allies in the war against the Galra. If our life-changing events didn’t tell us anything more, I think the main lesson is to keep fighting and to never give up hope.”

He said all of this while slowly stealing Allura’s personal space. He’s taking advantage of making it obvious that he had more than “friendly” feelings for her. Shiro on the other hand knew what was about to happen and what happens after. His eyes squinted and blushed faintly as he cleared his throat loudly.

“Uh...Lotor? Can we get to the point again or is this meeting just for you to flirt with Allura?”

“Huh,” she said in confusion. She was so occupied with taking down Zarkon, that she never paid attention to Lotor’s passes.

“What are you talking about, Shiro? Lotor suddenly turned into a stern mother who was ready to grab his child’s arm with a hardness and watch them wince in suffering. He knew how he felt about Allura but he always wanted to keep a secret until the time was right.

“Because I am not a third wheel.”

“Why do you sound tougher than usual?”

“I’ve had too much caffeine. Please, get to the point.”

“What in your life-changing event had to motivate you to continue this fight? I have to be honest...sometimes I quickly lose motivation.”

“Well, after I was done fighting the beast, Haggar took me to the infirmary and concluded that I had a disease that was running rampant through my arm. I guess that was my reward for destroying the beast. She did remove it but she only did it for her selfish gain. She thought I was going to be a human soldier working for the galra and sell out my planet. When I refused to do any of her dirty work, that’s when I was placed in a cell. When they took off my arm, they didn’t numb me or anything. It was pure torture. When I realized how ruthless and selfish the Galra were, I knew they had to be stopped. By any means necessary.”

“And for you, Princess? How did you react when one of your paladins was half Galra?

Allura took in a deep breath. Lotor indeed wanted to know because he was curious. I mean, they destroyed her home planet and people. But he also wanted to know to if she was willing to date him. On another note, he did care about her safety but could the same be said about her?

“I cannot tell a lie but when Keith revealed that he was half Galra, I was very upset. I felt like I had been taken for a fool. Who do I look like trying to defeat the Galra and I have one on my team? Pretty contradictive, I know. But once I met other Galra including yourself, I thought about it with an open mind. I know when to let my guard down and when not too.”

He smiled and brushed some of his hair behind his ear. The young prince felt more confident in his approach to wooing the Altean princess. Shiro has been made aware of Lotor’s plan, he was there for backup. You’d think a 10,000-year-old suave prince could woo any girl he wanted...at least in the human world, he can. For centuries after being told that you’d be nothing and countless encounters with abuse, that stained his ability to achieve anything.

“Before you go, Princess, I want to give you something.”

Zarkon’s son reached beneath the table and pulled out what seemed to be a Juniberry flower on an elastic band. Do you remember how during prom season the guy would give his date a corsage? Same thing. This Juniberry band was alive; bursting in color and smelt delightful. Allura’s eyes widened in surprise and smiled happily. She gasped as she attempted to grab the flower from his hand.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he said tauntingly, shaking his index finger. “ Allow me.”

He slid the band onto her hand and glanced into her bright purple eyes. “It fits perfectly. Your measurements were right Shiro.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing!”

“I can take a hint. I’m going to go back and see what the team is up to. Be safe...I’m serious.”

Shiro exited the room and Lotor gently placed two kisses on Allura’s hand. This indeed was a heart to heart talk after all. A talk was long overdue.

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kitten-keith · 4 years

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Bad Blood (Pt1?)

Bask in my SUPER ORIGINAL TITLE RIGHT?

Whatever. Wrote this on Halloween while in the tub immediately after seeing this post on Instagram by @genelpan (I’d share the link to Instagram as it isn’t on tumblr at alllll but my computer is acting all kinds of stupid atm and I’m pretty sure Gen’s on private now anyway)

Point is, I saw vampires and couldn’t be stopped.

Klance. Vampires. Implied lime-y things but not much.

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They meet by accident, caught in each other’s sights, recognition in each other’s scents.

Lance smiles, and neither of them know if it’s a challenge or sincere given the look in his eyes, but Keith is gone.

It’s a summit meeting, a new ruler is to be chosen and all the higher ups have been called to witness the ascension of their superior.

Keith knows his sire, Lotor, will most likely be chosen. He’s done much to protect their kind from prying eyes of inquisitive but destructive humans. He renounced his claim years ago, an attempt at penance for the monstrous reign of his father, but Keith knows that doesn’t matter in the long run.

His actions speak for him, not his lineage.

On the other hand, there is a woman, Allura.

She has just as much claim to the position as her family held dominion prior to Lotor’s coming to power, but she’s been gone from court so long (doing lord knows what) that it would be absolutely ludicrous for her to take over.

Perhaps if she’d had more time, she could be a valid contender. She seemed to have a level head on her shoulders, she seemed strong enough.

But once again, what counted were her actions, and she had nothing to show.

He glanced across the court floor to where his sire sat, almost nestled in by the rest of his chosen kin. He smiled and kept his voice small but Keith could still feel his worry.

Lotor would ascend or there would be blood.

Whether he liked it or not.

Keith himself would drink his fill of the blood on tap and await the inevitable.

And that was when he saw him. Dark hair on sun browned skin. A day walker, surely.

Keith had never seen one besides Lotor. The rest of them had enchanted items worn when the need to wander in the day was necessary. Keith had a blade in his back pocket for the occasion but he was fine traveling by night.

Still, it was intriguing to see a man who looked so human standing here in this room full of high level vampires.

The day walker turned at Keith’s attention and there was a long moment of pause. A moment where Keith could take in his full countenance and try to remind himself to breathe.

A moment for a small but clear smile to spread on lightly blood stained lips and Keith can’t help it.

With the blood in his system what little remained in his own veins started to thrum.

He’s stunning.

And it’s been some time since Keith has wanted so badly for anything.

The day walker raises his brow, a request for an invitation and Keith can feel the faint rush to his cheeks before quickly turning away.

Because who is he? Some prepubescent child? Blushing at a suitors attention?

Keith was two hundred years old, he was better than that.

“Well aren’t you something…” says the day walker, now close enough to whisper into Keith’s ear.

Keith grits his teeth. He’d been aware of the other’s movements but had tried to ignore it with everything in his being, wanted to pretend he wasn’t keyed up for any and all interactions with the man.

That said, couldn’t he have said something else? Anything else?

“The names Lance.”

Better. Not great. But better.

Lance.

Lance….

It… suited him.

Keith keeps his face pointed away, toward the old archivist who’s been holding the required ceremonies far toward the front of the grand hall to the disinterest of all those attending.

Still, he peers at Lance from the corner of his eyes, “...Keith.”

“Huh. That’s unfortunate.”

Keith blinks.

Twice.

That was an insult wasn’t it?

“Excuse me?” He turns and faces Lance directly, mentally preparing for a fight whether the man was lovely or not.

Lance laughs then though, completely disarming him.

“That's it. Wanted you to look at me.” He reaches forward and casually holds Keith’s chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Your eyes are beautiful… needed to get a look at them myself.”

Keith should pull his face away.

Keith should dismiss this wayward child.

Because now that they’re touching, Keith can tell, Lance is a fledgling at best. How he’s even here is anyone’s guess. Someone high on the food chain must have sired him to bring him along.

Keith can’t be interested in a fledgling, they’re messy and stupid and always getting into trouble.

But he can’t pull away.

Doesn’t want to.

“Your eyes are probably your most redeeming feature though, what with that hair and your name? Yeesh.”

Keith grits his teeth.

Okay, he can pull away now. And he does so quickly, a growl in his throat as he steps back and away.

“And what’s wrong with my hair?”

Lance’s smile is constant.

“I mean I survived the 80s too, but the hair didn’t need to Mr. Mullet.”

Keith cannot believe what he’s hearing.

Then Lance leans in again, “but at least it would give me something to grab on to. Would probably look much nicer tugged between my fingers, don’t you think?”

The image plays in his head, far too detailed and scintillating for his own imagination.

Keith’s legs wrapped around his waist, Lance’s fangs in his neck, an intimacy Keith has shared with no one to this point, long brown fingers digging into the hair at the base of his scalp and yanking—

Lance’s eyes gleam.

Keith already hates him.

Hates him.

Grabs him by the collar and he hates him. Tugs him away from the grand hall even though he knows the time is coming, but he hates him and he has to.

He has to put this fledgling in his place.

Has to make him squirm and beg his superior for repentance.

Beg him.

They end up in a storage room when the announcement is made.

They miss it.

They miss it somewhere between the grind of their hips and Lance’s hand slipping past the zipper of Keith’s dark leather pants.

Keith can’t believe it. Can’t believe he let himself get swept away like this for— for—

“Oh come on, we knew who was going to ascend anyway.” Lance offers, fixing his coat.

Keith rubs at his neck where he almost, but absolutely DID NOT, allow Lance to bite harder than a light pink mark, “while true, I should have been out there! He’s my sire and will need the support—“

“He? You mean Loturd?”

Keith feels his blood start to burn for a new reason now.

“What did you just call him?”

Lance rolls his eyes, “oh man, hold on, you really thought Lotor was going to be new lord of vampires?”

Keith has his hand on the doorknob but is quickly weighing the pros and cons of killing the man he just made out with first.

“Come on, Lotor, little lord death, child of the tyrant??”

Keith is seeing red.

“Dude, didn’t he have a bunch of halflings on tap like ninety years ago?”

Oh this again, Keith throws his hands down to educate this little fledgling brat, “six hundred and ninety, and that was to handle a pureblood revolt with the least casualties, if you knew anything about our people—“

“Oh I know plenty, and I know my sire, the true princess, is more than due her crown!” Lance runs his hands through his hair, looking put out, “man, and here I thought you were actually kind of hot.”

Keith is furious.

Livid.

His eyes are violet to denote the magic he acquired when he became a vampire, and everything in him is screaming to burn this infant to ashes.

But also, with those last words in the air and the memory of their actions so recently in mind and hell, even on his body, Keith decides psychological warfare will suffice.

He reaches forward, lightly clawed hand tapping quickly along Lance’s chest as he pushes him harshly against the vacant wall Lance has just had him lifted against.

He presses his body in close, sliding up Lance’s front with his eyes half lidded and his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Oh please, Lance…”

The fledgling’s breath catches. His hand hovered over Keith’s hip, unsure how to handle the mood change, of course.

But Keith doesn’t care.

“You and I both know how hot I can be.” Keith smiles, knowing for damn sure that Lance is torn between terrified and turned on, and that’s exactly where he wants him.

Keith drags his claws down Lance’s front as he pulls away, just a touch of fire there to burn through his clothes if Lance isn’t fast enough to stop it.

Keith leaves before he can figure it out.

Lotor is the new lord of the vampires, much to his frustration, but his followers are rejoicing and Keith decides to follow suit. He’s not too big on parties, but for this he’ll try.

It also helps that he can’t stifle his giggle when one of his chosen kin starts talking about the half naked fledgling in the storage room trying to put out a fire.

#Klance #vampires #supernatural AU #Lotor #Allura #Keith #Lance #Bottom Keith #cause if I continue this that's definitely where we're going #and I do really want to continue this cause there's a second pic in the instagram post I also want to write for #badjsfovdopfogd #I have a million wips guys #so many #but between the roommate robbing me and my job paying shit #I am consistently killing myself at work and I just don't have the time or energy to write for my boys lately #could barely afford rent this month #no idea what I'm gonna do for utilities or the vet bill #fml yeah?#okaybye

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worldly-diversity · 4 years

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Starter for @apotheosistm

It had been several days since Lotor had told him of his heritage and he'd been withdrawing into his shell ever since. He pretended he was fine in front of the others, but he'd caught their worried glances anyway. Still, there wasn't anything he felt he could do about that. He didn't want to tell them, and Lotor likely wouldn't either, because the bastard seemed to thrive on Lance's current state and telling the others would likely end up the way it had when Keith had been discovered to be half Galra.

Despite that, despite knowing they would accept him, he didn't want to tell them. Because it would set him apart regardless of how accepting everyone was. The base dynamic had shifted when they'd found out Keith was Galra, and it would assuredly do the same when they'd find out Lance was Altean.

That was something he didn't want to happen. Because what tied the paladins together primarily was their origins and connection to each other through the past, a connection that had gotten stronger now that they'd fought so many battles together. Still…

Lotor wasn't exactly helpful while simultaneously being very much so. Lance still treasured the book and robe he'd been gifted, keeping one safely tucked away where it wouldn't get lost or damaged, while the other he frequently stayed up to read, even though he knew he'd be laughed at if they caught him. Lance, reading? Yeah, he could picture how that'd go down.

But family was very important to him, it had been even before he knew of his mixed heritage, but now there was a whole culture to explore, an entire city hidden away beneath the waters. Atlantis… He'd never have imagined that it still existed and that it was populated by Alteans.

Still, he needed to talk to someone not Lotor. Because the bastard enjoyed making him worry and causing more anxiety than he already had, and for all that the other was a wealth of information and that his feelings about the prince had certainly been changing, he knew some things weren't to be shared with him.

Instead he spotted Keith and a thought occurred to him. Out of everyone here aside from Lotor, Keith might be the only one who would understand. Alteans weren't scorned the way Galra were, but the truth remained that the two of them were far less human than the rest of the team and that this set them apart from them.

And admittedly, Lance was curious about the ways this heritage manifested in Keith in the same way he was curious about how his own heritage manifested in himself, though he had no idea what to look for or expect in either case…

Taking a deep breath he steeled himself and walked up to him. If someone could understand it'd be Keith. Lance could only hope the other wouldn't laugh, refuse to believe him or shut him out… He didn't dare talk to Allura or Coran, doubts that had already settled and then were exacerbated by Lotor keeping him from taking that particular step.

"Euhm, hey Keith, you got a minute? There's something I was hoping you could help me with…" His eyes moved away from the hallway towards their rooms, hinting he'd want this to be private. He could have just said so aloud, no one else was here but them, but he didn't want Keith to start asking questions where anyone could pass by and overhear…

#apotheosistm #universe • voltron legendary defenders #interactions • lance mcclain #v: heritage among the stars #threads #have a thing luv <3

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vrepitsorrynotsorry · 5 years

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Lay Your Hands on Me

This is my gift for @floranna2 for @monstertronexchange 2019. I kind of combined two separate things on your prompt list, and I hope you enjoy it.

I’ll probably post to AO3 later after I get home from work.

Title: Lay Your Hands on Me Rating: PG-13ish? It’s sort of NSFW but not graphically so. Pairing: Lancelot. Featuring Näkki!Lance and Sort-of-Incubus!Lotor Warnings/Spoilers: Set shortly after Lotor and Allura went to Oriande together in an alternate reality where everything didn’t end like canon. One character assumes another’s consent is dubious. It isn’t, but if you’re very sensitive to that kind of thing, be aware. A/N: The title is stolen from a Bon Jovi song. Lance is assumed by me to be at least 18 at this point in the storyline. I will never be able to look at the spelling/pronunciation of “naked” as “nekkid” the same again.

Lance had a secret. Okay, he had more than one--who didn’t? Lance had one really big secret. Well, Hunk knew, but he was Lance’s best friend and former roommate, so how could he not know? His family also knew for obvious reasons. Lance had one really big secret that almost nobody else knew: he wasn’t human.

Throughout his childhood, it wasn’t difficult for him to hide it. Maintaining a human form was almost effortless, and he never had any compulsion to assume his alternate form, so for all that he rarely did anything connected to it, he may as well have been an ordinary human.

There were many names for what he was, as many as there were peoples who told stories of them his mother had once told him, but his personal favorite was näkki. He loved the water, was an excellent swimmer, and he had a natural gift with music. Most of the time, it didn’t seem all that unusual.

He had done a little research at the local library once, after his mother kept telling him she would tell him more about it when he was older. Some of the stories were pretty dark.

“Do we really like drowning people?” he had demanded of his mother later.

She gave a long suffering sigh and took a walk with him out to a nearby stream. Water always helped to soothe and calm him.

“We are like any other group,” she had patiently explained. “A few are bad and do terrible things, but most don’t. A few are also very good and have done great things, but most don’t. People remember things that frighten them, so is it any wonder that the stories the humans have passed along are about the bad ones? You are responsible for the choices you make in your life. I can hope that you’ll make good ones, but it is you who must live them.”

During puberty, his abilities spiked and then settled out again at a stronger level than they had been before. Now he had to be more careful to intentionally sing worse than he was capable and he didn’t play instruments for an audience anymore--it would be too easy to accidentally put someone under his thrall.

At that point, he also developed two additional skills.

First, if someone near him was feeling anything particularly strongly, he could tell. Beautiful music would spring into his mind to fit that mood. He somehow just knew that if he played the music for them, it could amplify good emotions and soothe negative ones. Every once in awhile, if the emotions were especially unsettling, he would hum a little under his breath, just to take the edge off.

The second new talent helped him identify other supernatural beings. They weren’t very common, and it seemed like the majority of the time, they didn’t even seem to know about it, if several really awkward conversations with strangers were anything to go by. It worked a lot like the emotional sense, only it was like he could feel a pressure and power radiating off of the individuals. His hypothesis was that maybe they had diluted supernatural ancestry. It turned out to be correct, but he didn’t find that out until they met Allura.

If the power he had felt from others before was like a gentle push against his own abilities, Allura’s power was like being hit by a bus. He eventually realized it wasn’t just that she had a lot of power, and boy did she ever, but also that she didn’t have the best control of it.

Looking back he wondered if some of his infatuation with her was finding someone else who was different from most others in the same way. Maybe just a little. She had lots of things going for her. Unfortunately, one of those things did not appear to be the ability to recognize Lance’s own innate power.

When Lotor appeared on the scene, Lance could sense right away that he had some kind of latent power, so he was probably the only one who wasn’t surprised when “the Mark of the Chosen” appeared on the newly instated Emperor.

Lotor’s power wasn’t like anything he had ever felt before--more of a pull than a push. Lance couldn’t help but wonder if that wan’t part of what drew Allura to him, and it was a large part of the reason Lotor irritated him so much.

When the pair of royals had emerged from Oriande, it had also been obvious to Lance that it had affected both of them, no matter what Lotor claimed. Allura’s power had been amplified, but fortunately, she had also been granted greater understanding and control. Whatever Lotor had had been dialed up to eleven as well, and even if no one else seemed to be able to sense the change, Lance could tell the other man was aware now that he had some kind of ability, but he seemed almost afraid of it.

Lotor began to withdraw from everyone, especially Allura, speaking to them only when absolutely necessary and minimizing in person meetings. When they had to be in the same room, he always stood as far from everyone as possible, and it wasn’t subtle, which was very unlike what Lance had come to expect from him.

It was also affecting Lotor physically. The guy had always been lithe, but now he seemed to almost be wasting away right in front of them. Before, there was a light of intellectual curiosity and even a bit of mischief in his eyes that had become a dull, haunted shadow.

Lance was already trying to plan some way to broach to subject with Lotor when Allura had come to him with a surprising request.

“I know you are not fond of Lotor-” Allura had really been working on her diplomacy “-but I am becoming increasingly worried about him. Oriande changed him in some way, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to get him to talk to me about it.”

“Really? Aren’t you two, you know...together?”

Allura sighed, and smiled sadly. “No. I thought perhaps that might be where we were headed, but it’s clear to me now that Lotor has changed his mind. He’s still a dear friend to me, and our alliance, if only political, is still vital.”

“Well, what makes you think he’d talk to me? We’re not exactly friends, like you said.”

“Why, because you also have magical abilities.”

Lance was taken aback. She said it like it was really obvious, but Lance had convinced himself that she must be unaware that he was different.

“You also seem to have admirable control,” she continued, “and I’m still working on mine. I think he might be afraid that he’ll hurt someone. Perhaps you could help him?”

Lance had been thinking along the same lines. Both he and Allura had grown up knowing they had magic in them. Admittedly, Lance had never really had to struggle to control his, but he’d always known it was there. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to suddenly be granted a strong power that he had no idea how to use.

“I’d be happy to try, but I’m not sure how to get him to listen.”

Allura smiled at him. “Oh, I’ve taken care of that. Well, mostly. Lotor is going to travel to speak to a planet we would like to bring into our alliance. I insisted that at least one Lion should accompany him, and Red is the logical choice, given the distance and necessity of speed.”

“Wait a minute, what would you have done if I said ‘no’?”

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t,” she answered with a wink. Then her expression became more serious. “I know you care about everyone’s well-being. It makes you a great team member and a true paladin. You’ll do everything in your power to help, and that’s all I really need to know.”

How could anybody turn down that?

The date of the diplomatic mission crept up faster than he would have liked, but he was totally a master of improvisation! He just had to wait for inspiration to strike. It still hadn’t struck before they left the castle ship in the Red Lion in heavy, awkward silence. He’d done some of his best school assignments the night before they were due, though. He had this--no sweat.

It was the longest trip he had ever taken because Lotor somehow avoided every single attempt at conversation, and Lance was great at talking, okay? Like, amazing even. He could have a conversation with thin air. There may have been a little mild sweating by the time they were getting ready to land on the planet.

Lance’s luck finally started to turn, however, when he spotted a small lake not far from where they would be staying. There was a small group of musicians at the welcoming ceremony, and one of them let him borrow an instrument that was close enough to an Earth guitar that he could make it work. A plan was coming together just like he knew it would all along.

The trickiest part was luring Lotor. Lance knew that in theory he could play a song that Lotor should find beautiful and irresistible, but he’d never actually tried calling someone to him with song before. In the past, he’d always just had a feeling the music in his mind and heart would be right, but he’d never actually tested it. He really needed this to work, and he was hoping that desire would be the little bit extra he might need for his first on-demand performance to succeed.

He probably didn’t have to be naked for it to work, but that was how many of the old stories went, and he figured it couldn’t hurt. He dug his bare feet into the cool, damp sand of the lakeshore and let the tiny lapping waves calm him down and set a natural rhythm for the song. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and let his voice join the strumming of the not-quite-a-guitar. It was a song full of the emotions he’d been picking up from Lotor: loneliness, unease, and a deep hunger for something unclear. He got really into it--so much so that Lotor’s voice just about gave him a heart attack.

“You’re quite talented.”

“Thanks,” he managed to stammer even though his mouth was suddenly as dry as a desert. “I wrote it for you.”

Lotor raised one snowy brow. “Why would you write something so lovely for someone you hate?”

“I don’t hate you.” Lotor laughed bitterly at that, and Lance reminded himself that getting into a fight was the opposite of what he was trying to do. “I don’t. I know I always give you a hard time, but...”

“But?”

This was hard for Lance. He was going to have to lay bare some of his own insecurities to get Lotor to open up, and he was not looking forward to it.

“I was jealous, okay?” There. He said it. Lotor was just staring at him, so it looked like he was going to have to elaborate. “I like Allura, too, but she’s never seen me as anything more than a friend, a teammate. Then you came waltzing in, and how was I supposed to compete with a handsome but extremely suspicious prince with amazing hair?”

One of Lotor’s hands slipped up to grasp a lock of that hair that Lance might actually kill for the secrets behind. It was possible that he imagined it, but Lance was ninety-nine percent sure Lotor blushed a little and he definitely looked away. “Handsome?” he murmured under his breath.

“Well, yeah. I mean, you’re looking a little rough recently, but you can’t expect me to believe you don’t know you’re attractive.”

“That’s easy to say for someone who as far as I can discern meets all your species’ standards of beauty.”

Lance had to think about that for a minute for a couple of reasons. First off, whoa! Lotor thought he was good looking? The Galra man had only ever seemed interested in Allura, which was understandable because she was amazing, but maybe Lance just hadn’t noticed any interest cues toward himself because he’d been so determined to dislike Lotor. Second, he felt a little dumb for not considering human standards did not apply to all alien races.

“What, uh, if you don’t mind me asking, are Galra standards of beauty?”

“Size, strength, resilience. Obvious battle scars are quite in fashion.”

Lotor was quite a bit taller than himself, but Lance realized that he was shorter than most other Galra he’d seen him around. He wasn’t bulkily muscled, and he didn’t seem to have any readily visible scars. By all accounts, the closest thing to a genuine Galra hottie he’d come across was probably Sendak.

“As enjoyable as it has been discussing my shortcomings, I think I’ll leave you to your...music.”

This was not going according to plan.

“Wait! I used the song to call you here because I want to talk to you about something.”

Lotor looked genuinely confused by that statement. “You called me?”

“Yeah, it’s a thing I can do. I’m not a regular human. I’m a creature called a ‘näkki’.”

Lotor seemed to find this claim highly dubious. Lance carefully set his borrowed instrument down and changed to his other form. It looked like a beautiful, if kind of shaggy, white horse. Now Lotor appeared suitably impressed, so Lance changed back to his human form and pulled the instrument back into his lap. He was pretty sure Lotor hadn’t blinked for over thirty seconds, and the staring was making him a little self-conscious.

“Anyways, I can feel strong emotions from people around me, and I know you’re having a hard time after-”

“I do not wish to discuss my feelings.” Rude! Lotor just cut him off and turned away. Guess it was time to cut right to the heart of the matter.

“Oriande changed you.” Lotor visibly tensed, but he turned back around. “That’s another thing I can tell--when others have magical power, I mean. Something happened to you in there, and you’re letting it eat you alive instead of dealing with it. Everyone can see it, even if all of them don’t understand.”

Lotor’s eyes narrowed. “Did Allura send you?”

“I would have confronted you anyway, but yes, she’s worried about you, too.”

“You’re all safer far away from me, Allura especially.”

“Why? Because you feel like we’re safer? What about you? Are we all going to be safer if you die or self-destruct from this and we have to deal with whoever takes your place? I want to help you, but I need you to tell me about what’s going on with you. Maybe I can help you control it.”

Lotor sighed and took a seat on the shore. “If I tell you, you might no longer wish to help.”

“We won’t know until you do, so spill.”

“Orainde was supposed to be place of great alchemical knowledge. I never doubted that Allura would be welcomed, but I didn’t expect that I would be able to enter.” He absently brushed the fingertips of his right hand over one of the spots on his cheeks where the Mark had glowed. “There was a test. At least, I thought it was a test, and that I failed it. Oriande looked deep within me to determine my desire. I was certain all I wanted was knowledge of that part of my history kept from me, my Altean heritage. That isn’t what the guardian found, and it’s not what it awoke.”

Well, that sounded ominous... He was about to ask, but Lotor continued.

“I thought I had buried the part of myself that longed for affection and admiration. I told myself I could never truly have it. I started to believe it was possible again when Allura seemed to care for me, and that is what Oriande amplified. Whatever this thing it gave to me is, it hungers for the love and desire of others. I’m afraid it can’t be satisfied, that it would take and take until there was nothing left to give it, and that’s not what I want.”

“So that’s why you’ve been avoiding Allura. You’re afraid you’ll suck all the, uh, ‘love’ out of her?”

“Partly,” Lotor admitted with a shrug, “Allura is too tempting. Her power is too strong and pure. This beast inside me woke up starving, and I can’t trust myself to let it near her. It might take more than just emotional energy.”

“You have to give it something.” Lance wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he was certain. “The longer you starve it, the harder it’ll be to keep it from taking over. You’re making things worse by denying that part of yourself.”

“I’m fairly certain my ability requires intimate physical contact. Are you volunteering?”

Was that what he was doing? He had to admit, he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea. In fact, behind the not-guitar, he was getting pretty interested. A little part of him wondered if Lotor’s ability wasn’t egging him on a little. He squashed that thought, though. It was unfair.

His opinion of Lotor had been slowly but steadily shifting since even before Oriande. He hated to admit it, but they’d been pretty hard on the guy, and he put up with it with patience Lance couldn’t even dream of having. He should really work on that...

“Yes.” Starting tomorrow maybe. “I trust you to do your best to control it. It’s always been a part of you, you know. It’s just stronger, now.”

Lotor scooted closer and moved the instrument out of Lance’s lap. His eyes raked up and down Lance’s naked form and he couldn’t help a little shiver. Lotor froze.

“I’m not afraid,” he insisted. “It’s just been awhile since, well, anybody but me.”

“You can still say no.” There was a wild gleam in Lotor’s eyes now, but Lance believed him. He could call this off right now, and Lotor would walk away. Walk away and keep suffering alone because he was too proud or scared or whatever to let somebody help him with this.

Lance didn’t say “no”.

He closed his eyes as Lotor’s hands began a slow and studious exploration of his entire body. He paused in any area where he got extra responsiveness. Probably making mental notes like the giant nerd he was.

Without visual stimuli, Lance could focus on the feel of the energy radiating off of Lotor in waves. Waves. Lotor’s power was like water. It swept over Lance, flowing into every nook and then receded, drawing a little energy with it. Now Lance definitely wasn’t afraid. Water had always been a friend to him.

When Lotor finally, finally took him gently in one hand, it was over embarrassingly quickly. It had been awhile, remember? Totally not his fault. Powers were involved and stuff.

He was suddenly very tired. Just before he nodded off, he could swear the Mark was glowing on Lotor’s face again, and so were his eyes.

“Thank you.”

Lance woke up clean and tucked into his bed in the rooms the planetary government had given them during their stay. He didn’t feel drained at all. In fact, he felt great! Lighter somehow. Until he thought about how Lotor probably had to drag his naked butt back here, hopefully unseen by all.

Lotor was much improved as well, as far as Lance could tell, anyway. Guy was pretty stoic. He didn’t look like he was going to keel over any minute at least. Mission accomplished. Oh, they also got the planet to agree to join the coalition. Double mission accomplished.

Everything should have been resolved, but Lotor kept shunning everybody. He came to meetings and that was it. It wasn’t like Lance expected him to arrange slumber parties or anything, but he thought Lotor understood his, “you don’t have to avoid everyone” message. Apparently, he was wrong.

Upon reflection, he wasn’t sure he’d actually said anything like that. He did imply Lotor shouldn’t let things get that bad again, though, and he seemed headed in that direction again, even if he still looked pretty healthy.

Lance confronted him after one of their meetings. He made sure everyone else had already left first. He could be tactful when he wanted.

“Have you been feeding the beast?” Direct was usually better, though.

“I haven’t felt the need.”

Lance could have cheerfully strangled him. “The point is not to wait until it’s a need, man! You want it to get out of control again?”

“It’s not like I have prospective partners beating down my door, you know.”

“You could ask me.”

“Really?” Lotor asked skeptically.

“Well, sure! I mean, I don’t know about you, but I had a pretty good time. No lasting side effects or anything, either.”

“You’d be willing?”

Geez, for a tactical genius, this guy could be extremely dense! “I was willing enough last time, wasn’t I?”

Lotor’s jaw clenched and he looked like he wanted to hit something. Why was he angry? Lance was extremely confused. Lotor closed his eyes and took a deep calming breath.

“Follow me.” He turned on his heel and took off toward the docking bay between the castle and his personal ship. When Lance didn’t take after him immediately he called back without even turning around, “Are you coming or not?”

That was a loaded question if Lance had ever heard one... He had to jog to catch up.

“Where are we going?”

“My quarters.”

He sure didn’t sound excited about it. Lance had to be missing something here, and he racked his brain for anything from their previous encounter that would have been upsetting. He decided it must be that he fell asleep right after. Lotor never even took off any of his armor, and he probably didn’t get anything out of it other than the emotional energy. Lance did not want a reputation as a selfish lover, even if it was only with one person who probably wasn’t going to say anything.

Lotor scanned open the door to his sleeping quarters and immediately began stripping off his armor.

“Listen, if this is about last time-”

“Of course, it’s about last time.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t return the favor, but I think the energy drain must have worn me out, and-”

Lotor snorted. “It wasn’t about that for me at the time. My only interest was in ‘feeding the beast’, as you so colorfully put it.”

“Then why are you so mad about it?” At least Lotor finally let him finish a sentence. Question. Whatever.

“If it weren’t your duty, if you didn’t have an obligation to preserve everyone’s safety, would you have ever considered a physical relationship with me?”

“I dunno... Maybe?”

“That’s not good enough for me.” Lotor had finished disrobing by this point and sprawled across the bed like some kind of big cat or something. “If you want me to believe that you’re more than just accepting an unfortunate task, you’ll have to prove it to me.”

“Um, okay. How?”

“I want no less than enthusiastic consent. If you truly find me desirable, get over here and take the initiative. Show me what you like. Our anatomy is similar enough. Unless you don’t really want this?”

Did Lotor just call him a chicken? Oh, it was on now! He began taking his own clothing off a little more recklessly than usual.

“Remember,” Lotor cautioned arrogantly, “enthusiastic. If you’re doing this purely as an answer to a challenge, I’m fairly certain I’ll be able to tell.”

“Seriously?” Now Lance was getting a little peeved himself. “You really think I would offer myself up as some kind of sex sacrifice? I may not have the greatest self-esteem ever, but I’m not that big of a martyr!”

Lotor’s face was deadpan.

“You want enthusiasm, buddy? Well, that’s what you’re gonna get!”

That’s what he said, but once he was standing at the foot of the bed, he paused to take in Lotor in all his glory.

“Has your bravado deserted you so soon?”

“No. Last time you got a real thorough look at me, and now it’s my turn, so shush.”

Lotor obligingly closed his mouth, even if it still wore an infuriatingly smug smirk.

The first thing to catch Lance’s eye was a virtual encyclopedia of scars normally hidden by Lotor’s armor. There were big ones, little ones, faded and almost invisible ones, a few that looked like burns of some sort, and even one that he was pretty sure was a bite mark. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised; Lotor was a Galra warrior after all. He’d seen him in action both as a pilot and on his own against Zarkon. Off the field of battle, though, it was easy to forget. The young emperor acted far more like a scholar than a soldier.

His skin was covered in silky fuzz, and Lance wondered if it would feel as soft as it looked. It wasn’t time to touch yet, though. He was still looking his fill.

After a few more moments, he gently grasped one of Lotor’s ankles to move the other man’s legs apart so he could climb up onto the bed between them. As soon as his hand made contact, he heard Lotor gasp and felt his power pull at him gently. Had he done something wrong? He pulled his hand back and snapped his gaze up to Lotor’s face to find his pupils dilated and his expression one of surprise.

“You really are attracted to me...”

“Duh.” Hadn’t he already told Lotor he thought he was handsome? Then again, maybe this went deeper than just the purely physical. “Can you pick up on emotions with your power?”

“Only if we’re touching skin to skin. You- Affection? Why?”

It took a ridiculous amount of effort, but Lance kept himself from laughing. It wasn’t every day Mr. Suave over there was at a loss for words.

“It kinda took me by surprise, too. I really did try to hate you for a long time, but you care. About Allura, about the future, about changing the Empire into something better, about all of us, and that means a lot to me. I’m not going to lie, the fact that underneath all the front you put up there’s somebody who’s got some of the same insecurities as me also goes a long way.”

Lotor closed his eyes and let out a soft scoff. “Right. You said you can pick up on strong emotions.” When he opened his eyes again, the confrontational bluster was gone. He looked a lot younger when he allowed himself to be open like that. “Have I ruined the mood?”

“I’m game to keep going if you are.”

Lotor answered by voluntarily making room for Lance at the foot of the bed.

He knelt between Lotor’s knees and tried to decide where he wanted to start. He leaned forward and let his fingertips glide up along Lotor’s ribs. The other man flinched away slightly and snorted. Ticklish, huh? You’d better believe he was going to remember that for later. He’d also discovered that Lotor’s downy fur was just as soft as he could have possibly imagined.

He walked his hands along the bed closer to Lotor’s shoulders and lowered himself so their torsos were in full contact and it felt amazing. Lotor was warm, and the auras of their powers pressed and played against one another as well. Lance let his nose run along Lotor’s neck to the back of his jaw and just below his ear, planting an open mouthed kiss there. He could feel the other mans rapid pulse under his tongue.

Lotor moaned in approval, and Lance could feel it not only with his regular senses but his magic as well. Knowing Lotor could feel something similar from him, he focussed on sending just how much he was enjoying himself to the forefront of his mind. It was a feedback loop, and it was Lance’s new favorite thing ever.

Without any of the urgency of their first encounter, they simply rocked against one another, enjoying the contact and slow build.

Afterward, Lotor got up briefly to fetch a warm, damp cloth to clean them up. They lay side by side, staring at the ceiling in comfortable silence.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, you know.” Lance couldn’t keep himself from bringing up the conversation from earlier, though. “Making me out to be a martyr when you were gonna let yourself waste away instead of just getting some. Jerk. Isn’t this way better?”

Lotor chuckled, and Lance could feel the vibration along the line where their bodies touched. “Indeed. It would seem we’re two of a kind.”

Lance could live with that.

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eldunea · 5 years

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you know one thing that has been missing from both this blog and my previous blogs is…where the fuck do i headcanon the plot goes after my cutoff at which i start going canon divergent? so, i will be adding the following plot details to lotor’s bio in its own section. note that some of the plot points below had been plotted with my ship partner mani/@empathicleo. she has now left tumblr, but i still wanted to credit her anyway since some of this is stuff that we came up with together.

in writing this, i have attempted to keep all the protagonists’ development + their most important actions the same as before--as much as i possibly could--so as to cause minimal disruption to the muses of muns who rely primarily on canon events to build their characters’ development. rp partners can choose to change parts of this timeline while rping with me to be more consistent with their muses.

a note to allura RPers: it’s canon to this timeline that lotor has feelings for allura, but i left things open-ended so those feelings don’t have to be reciprocated. a further note to RPers of lotor’s generals: just because the generals canonically start working with the paladins and this is more or less retained in the timeline, doesn’t mean that the generals and lotor have to be friends. whether or not your character chooses to reconcile with him, the choice is yours.

if any other RPers (or people in general really) have any questions about this timeline, feel free to message me.

enjoy! <3

CANON DIVERGENCE

♕ canon divergence starts after s6e3 (the dungeons and dragons episode). there’s no big colony revelation bc spoiler alert my boi never did that shit. lotor and allura come back from their quintessence harvest and do their kiss, everything is hunky dory. until.

♕ lotor discovers kuron is a traitor soon after returning from the harvest and has the same response to him as he did to narti betraying him--he just knifes the bitch without even asking for his alibi. kuron is badly wounded, but survives. lotor is imprisoned again for “betraying” the team.

♕ kuron is caught working for haggar (somehow). far from clearing lotor’s name, this only makes things worse. while under haggar’s mind control, kuron claims that he and lotor had been working together the entire time to lead haggar to oriande. he also claims that lotor had only attempted to dispose of kuron 1) once he no longer needed him and 2) to make himself look better to the paladins. honerva makes him do this so that lotor will be cut off from his allies, the paladins, and will have no choice but to return to her side. she predicted that he might hate her because of what she did as haggar, so she wants that extra insurance to make sure she can nab her son back. not to mention, she is one possessive bitch, and wants her son all to herself instead of having him hang around with the people she perceives to be enemies.

♕ keith decides that lotor is too dangerous to be left alive and plans to kill him. the other paladins agree. visibly distressed, having lost his composure for the first time since he worked with the paladins, he tells them he is panicked because if he dies, his altean colony won’t have a leader anymore. when asked why he never said anything about the colony before, he tells them that he didn’t say anything because he was afraid that the paladins, if captured, might reveal the colony’s location under torture. the paladins don’t believe him at first, but he agrees to be hooked up to that funky device the castleship has which reads memories, and when his thoughts are downloaded into the database they can see that the colony is real; they can also see that he and kuron had nothing to do with each other. though some of them suspect that he has been able to fool the thought-reader, the paladins allow him to take them to his colony.

♕ when they arrive at the colony, they see (surprise surprise)…honerva. she has long since known about it thanks to the way she has stalked her son’s movements over the ages, and now she’s revealing herself to them as the mother of their savior who will help protect them. she lies to lotor that she is not haggar, that haggar had her imprisoned for ten thousand years and only now has she broken free. lotor believes her and in tears, he embraces her. everything seems happy again.

♕ lotor completes the sincline mech while he is in the colony.

♕ shiro is also brought back at this point.

♕ the paladins soon sense that something is seriously wrong with the colony. after some investigating, they see that experiments have been carried out in the colony--but these were done by honerva, not lotor. lotor, horrified, privately confronts honerva, but honerva says that if he stops loving her after this, she’ll pin the crime on him and mind control the surviving victims to say that it was he who experimented on them, not her. lotor, unwilling to lose his mother’s love, ultimately sides with his mother against the paladins and insists to them that their evidence must be mistaken--someone else must have been doing the experiments. when the paladins accuse honerva of being haggar because only haggar could have wielded the advanced magiscience that they saw in the experiments, lotor also vehemently denies this even though he knows it in his heart to be true.

♕ the sincline vs. voltron fight ensues. allura drops the “you’re more like zarkon than i ever could have imagined” and lotor fucking loses his shit. lotor does a giant rant about how when voltron was formed, it was used not to liberate people but actually to keep them oppressed as per my headcanon here--which is why he created a new mech, a robot that was free of such an imperialist history. he says that he had always intended sincline to replace the voltron mech, but none of the voltron paladins appear to be worthy of it—in fact, he doesn’t even think the paladins are worthy of life. keith counters that he’s making the history of his new mech just as shitty if he’s using it to defend honerva’s actions. they fight some more and lotor is about to give the paladins the death blow, destroying them along with voltron. but affected by keith’s words, he stops and backs away. voltron gets up and all the paladins yell at him about what an ass he’s being. pidge tells him that he claims to care about his alteans soooooooo much, yet here he is, throwing them all under the bus in order to protect an abusive monster. allura asks him why the hell he is chasing after the love of a mother who never loved him in the first place and never would, when he has people who would have grown to love him right here. these are what finally get him to disarm and disembark from his ship. the fight is over.

♕ honerva is pissed. she was counting on her son to destroy voltron for her, but clearly he had a change of heart. out of pure rage she attacks him right then and there with the intent to kill. voltron fights her and barely escapes with their lives, nevermind the fact that honerva isn’t even in a mech at this point—she can fight them all on her own because she’s just THAT OP. three-way fight between lotor, voltron and honerva ensues; honerva appears to have been killed. but the thing is? they never saw the body. >:3

♕ voltron is distracted meanwhile, because sendak has just declared himself the rightful emperor and the galra have just invaded earth. sendak chose earth specifically to get under lotor’s skin, because he knows that humans are part altean—not to mention, he wants to commit genocide against the “last alteans” in order to cement the fire of purification’s legitimacy. and yes, lotor is racist toward humans, but he doesn’t view them as vermin who need to die. instead he views humans as helpless, clueless beings that he has to protect, and he will protect them just as much as any full-blooded altean. cue season 7 starting at “the last stand, part 1″ but with 100% more lotor. any threads with MFE pilot muses begin at this point in the timeline.

♕ as for how romelle shows up at this point in this timeline? she and her brother bandor sneak aboard the castle of lions because she thinks lotor is up to no good. they are discovered. lotor scolds them for coming so far from home by themselves and insists on sending them back, but the paladins think that he’ll be more accountable with a pair of his citizens watching his every move, so the two of them stay. at some point, though, sendak kidnaps allura, bandor and romelle and tells the paladins and lotor that if they try to rescue allura, bandor and romelle will be killed. lotor doesn’t even hesitate to jump in and save in allura, resulting in sendak killing bandor. romelle blames lotor for her brother’s death.

♕ lotor kills admiral sanda for betraying earth to sendak. that musty bitch can go die.

♕ back in the colony, honerva is up to no good. to punish lotor for his “betrayal,” she does exactly what she blackmailed him with: she tells the entire colony that he had been secretly carrying out experiments on the altean people, and that he tried to use voltron to kill her—his own mother! the shock! the horror!—because she had threatened to expose him. she tells them that only she can be trusted to lead them now; many alteans stay loyal to lotor for one reason or another, but a massive chunk of them are now on honerva’s side and she springs into action. immediately she imprisons everybody who disagrees with her. then she gets a ton of alteans to travel to oriande to carry out her next plan: build a mech that can kill lotor, then search every reality for another lotor to replace him with—a “perfect son�� that will love her in spite of all her atrocities and obey her every whim.

♕ for a short while, lotor and the paladins take some time to chillax on earth and help rebuild after stopping the invasion of it. lotor’s friendship with the paladins and the MFE pilots deepens, and he starts to abandon his racist beliefs about humans. he feels at home here—he feels like earth, even in its destroyed state, is the closest thing the universe has to the lost altea, and it’s certainly the closest thing he has ever had to a home planet. they can’t go back to galra HQ because hepta and the fire of purification have taken that over whoops. casual threads that take place on earth can take place at this point in the timeline.

♕ some s7 events (including discovering macidus + hearing about the fracturing of the galra empire, the feud, the “little” adventure, the fight in “the journey within”) also occur at this point in some way, shape or form. at the end of each, they return to earth as their base.

♕ luca and tavo, the two defected alteans in canon season 8, escape from oriande and find their way to earth. they come to warn lotor and the paladins of what honerva is doing, and that they must come immediately. cue the battle in oriande which happens in s8e6, except lotor is fighting alongside the paladins.

♕ s8e7 (“clear day”) happens as usual, except this time allura takes in the rift creature after the clear day festivities, not during. allura asks the paladins whether she should take it in, all of them say no but lotor says yes—he states that no great victory came without a great cost, and this is no exception. at first she doesn’t, but after a while of considering lotor’s words, she does. the creature grants her the ability to enter honerva’s mind, but when she and the paladins do enter honerva’s mind, it comes at a huge price just as lotor predicted.

♕ s8e8&9 (“knights of light part 1 and 2”) happen, except with a twist, and also without the bullshit redemption of zarkon—HE COMMITTED GENOCIDE ACROSS THE UNIVERSE FOR FUCK’S SAKE WHY DID HE GET A HAPPY ENDING LIKE THAT. when honerva flips her shit that the paladins have entered her mind, she takes control of allura, and makes them vessels of hers so she can attack the paladins through them. it looks as though the paladins will be forced to kill allura in order to protect themselves, but knowing this is not an option, they simply retreat. but lotor, not wanting to lose the one he loves, intercedes. honerva’s curse on him that took away his magic breaks, and he is able to use magic to extract the rift creature from allura and banish it himself. as in canon, allura is rendered comatose by this, but survives.

♕ s8e11 (“uncharted regions”) happens but with a twist. honerva manages to take the sincline mech from lotor and fuse it with her own ship to pierce the many realities.

♕ s8e12 (“the zenith”) happens, with lotor inside the voltron-atlas and coran piloting the castle of lions. honerva goes to the perfect reality where she can be with her “perfect son,” only for him to reject her just as he does in canon.

♕ s8e13 (“the end is the beginning”) happens, except there’s no bullshit redemption for honerva after she destroys all realities except for one. instead, when honerva and the paladins are alone at the collective consciousness of all reality, the paladins are alone at first. allura tells the group there’s only one way to bring all of reality back, and it’s to sacrifice—specifically, they will need to give up the sincline, the castle ship, and honerva. lotor tricks his mom, telling her that if she just goes toward the bright light in the background and brings the sincline ship with her, she will finally be able to reunite with zarkon, and that he will be willing to be her “perfect son.” he appears to follow her in the castle ship, but disembarks from it at the last minute, sending the castle of lions to its final rest. honerva is at peace at first when she sees zarkon in the distance, but when she sees the rest of the old paladins staring angrily at her she realizes she’s been tricked and sent to her death. she begs zarkon forgiveness but he turns away, dooming her to an eternity alone.

♕ altea and daibazaal come back, as in canon--but unlike in canon, there isn’t much rest for the paladins. given how much the galra empire is steeped in a culture of prejudice and violence, and given how many galra don’t accept lotor as their emperor, the paladins emphatically still need voltron to ensure peace across the universe. as such, the blade of marmora cannot transition to a humanitarian organization, although it can start carrying out more humanitarian missions. as much as i wanted to believe that the happy ending at the end of s8e13 could be true, i’m just being realistic here.

♕ oh yeah and just to be real specific about this, allura doesn’t die. she deserves to be alive and happy!!!

♕ the end :P

#alma te anul; the history of self. || HEADCANON #lotor #voltron

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no-error · 6 years

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Did you say angst? Vol.2

Klangst keeps you going? Enjoy~

!PART 1 HERE!

Modern

spilled coffee

Keith and Lance haven't seen each other since high school. When they meet again in a coffee shop three years later, neither thinks that the other remembers them. As life continues throw the pair back together, and as they slowly grow closer, can they forget the mistakes of their past, or will it come back to haunt them?

(GO READ THIS OMG ALL ANGST AND OH MY HEART)

35,620 words AO3

ones and zeros and exes and ohs

L”A.I.”nce AU Series (36,107 words 3 works not completed)

“Our AI will train you to make new friends, tell you how to present yourself, give you style and fashion tips, and…and maybe help you find a partner.”

12,677 words AO3

Sand as Fuel

"It took a few seconds for him to realize he was moving, a few more to realize he was being dragged."

A year after graduating from the Garrison, Lance and his crew crashes on a patrol. After waking up from the impact, the last thing Lance expects to be is taken across a desert by a stranger. In turn, he plays his part of what must be the strangest hostage situation to date.

20,319 words AO3

Space

Let Me Catch My Breath

(Coeihns Series 306,503 words 4 works not completed)

So, Lance has to fight five champions of an alien race to save Keith- wouldn't sound too hard if he wasn't blind from an injury at that very moment. Oh, and did he mention that if he doesn't defeat the five then Keith is given to them like some prize? Some delicious little prize that they will most likely do whatever they please with?

Left to fend for themselves, blinded and injured, two unlikely Paladins must work together to survive. Tensions get high with horrid creatures, a determined assassinator, and their growing attraction to the other.So, both a frustrating tension and sexual one, huh? Or could you consider those the same thing?

229,449 words AO3

He Sleeps, She Sings, They Listen Series (Completed)

A certain blue paladin didn't meet up with who he was supposed to. And now, the whole team has to figure out why. He wouldn't just abandon them.

Would he?

65,116 words 7 works AO3

These Eyes Are Blind to Those Left Behind

(Breached Not Broken Series 26,928 words 2 works completed)

Keith never thought he'd see Galra or Altean tech again. He had run far from the Galra, and the Alteans had been killed. Earth was a safe place, away from that. A place where he could think, could plot, could search for a weapon.

And then Shiro came back with a Galra arm and he met the Blue Lion.

And ten thousand years of running, of searching for a weapon to fight back against the Galra suddenly wasn't enough time.

24,484 words AO3

Rest Stop

Lance wasn't like the rest of the world.

And he had never had a loving mother tell him it made him stronger for it. So he told himself, gathering up his courage and grit to face a world of winged humanity, when he, in fact, has no wings and turns into a mermaid instead.

A world that wants him to die.

So he'd keep this secret like a knife in his boot, a sharp weapon until he died on his own terms. Not because of who he was.

Except, Team Voltron isn't so sure why Lance is all rough edges and sharp points about showing off his wings. Or acting like a member of the Flock in general. It's clear he cares for them, but he's never shown an intimate part of him.

Until he has to.

10,776 words AO3

The Color Of Our Planet From Far Far Away

A story in which Lance and the team has a lot of difficulties, because they don't sleep and sometimes make poor choices as a result and others are forced to suffer more than they deserve due to those poor choices.

Or Lance gets hurt because the team didn't listen and everyone desperately wants to fix it.

30,553 words AO3

Stars in Your Eyes, Death at Your Throat

His eyes held a galaxy of stars, love was shining through, even with death creeping at his throat.

No one knows about Lance and Keith's late night calls, until they're all scrambling to figure out how someone could break into the castle in the middle of the night without leaving a trace.

16,956 words AO3

so much more than space dust

“Allura!”

“-get him out of there-”

“It’s too soon, it’s not-”

“Look at him!”

Lance wasn’t sure where he ended and the stars began. Maybe he was the stars, maybe he’d always just been the pain and the stars and the voices.

“-OUT OF THE POD!”

When a cryopod malfunctions, Lance is left with amnesia. As he struggles to figure out where he fits in the new formation of the team, the rest of Voltron is racing against the clock to figure out where Lotor will strike next- and their only clue is hidden somewhere in Lance's lost memories. Lance will have to find a way to remember what he's missing- or come to terms with what he's forgotten.

40,811 words AO3

We are the lost and forgotten

Keith was hearing voices. Well, that’s not exactly right. Voices create the idea that there were multiple. No, there was just one. Only one demanding, raspy, constant, annoying voice. Ever since himself and Shiro were saved from that stupid heat infested planet it has been traveling with him. That voice, that irreplaceable sound, would just not shut up.

“Awwh, is our wittle Keithy-boo not doing okay since we rescued him? Is being a Defender of the Universe too much to handle?”

“Lance!”

Keith began to fear he was cracking.

75,927 words AO3

Half of Me Has Gone Away

It had gotten worse for Lance at the Castle of Lions. He didn’t know what to do anymore. Everything Lance did was wrong, every move he made was somehow the worst thing he could have done, and he was getting sick and tired of it. Shiro was constantly on his back about stuff he didn’t do and he couldn’t even stand up for himself without getting yelled at by Shiro. Lance honestly felt like he was going to explode with everything he kept bottling up inside himself.

6,721 words AO3

i found love (in a space lion)

He was awake. He didn't quite remember where he was, why he was in a glass egg, or what happened to his shoes, but he could remember the pain, sharp and clear and everywhere, and a voice, desperate and thin, telling him to stay.

'Lance?'

He looked at the boy to his right, squinting at his unfamiliar face and losing himself in his lilac eyes. He cleared his throat.

'What in the quiznack is a Lance?'

17169 words AO3

The Storm Or The Stars.

After they found Shiro and Matt, everyone still had their thing, and Lance was no longer the 7th wheel, he's now the 10th. After a disastrous solo mission he is captured and is left to fend for himself. After a twist of fate, how will Lance and the team adjust to their new positions in the universe?

96,176 words AO3

Fighting the Surface

“Humans have shown quite the impressive drive for survival,” the Galra commander grins. “I want to see you fight against that. The druids claim drowning is quite the painful way to go." He tips Lance backward over the water, as Keith and Shiro struggle against their bonds. "If you surface, they die.”

Lance’s eyes widen and he's pushed backward with a splash.

19,809 words AO3

Bleeding White

Even if it meant pain, he could handle it.

15,953 words AO3

La Douleur Exquise

Keith and Allura are a lot closer than they had been. Or maybe it's just Lance's imagination? Whatever it is, Lance is in love and he's holding onto threads of hope that maybe, just maybe, he has a chance.

23,427 words AO3

your claws in me

“Oh trust me. When I’m done with you, I won’t be able to stop laughing,” Lance says lowly, and his lips curl farther, and there’s something wild in his stare, and it hits Keith suddenly.

This isn’t Lance.

Lance falls under the control of Zarkon's Druids, and although his friends manage to get him back, nothing is quite the same. Maybe the Galra succeeded after all. Maybe the Galra merely wanted to tear Team Voltron apart from the inside.

51,143 words AO3

Don't forget

“You know what, screw you Lance!”

“You already have.” Lance lightly replied and Keith looked like he was about to punch him. Lance and Keith have a lot more history than the other paladins know.

8,846 words AO3

Necessary

(Necessary Series 30,545 words 2 works not completed)

Keith screws up, Lance is captured, and the blue light of Voltron is dimmed. Who are you really, Lance? And what do you need?

22,026 words AO3

Break Every Chain On Me

Lance is tired of no one listening to him, tired of his fears and concerns being brushed aside. With his suspicions about Shiro and Lotor being ignored, Lance decides to go to the one person group that he knows will believe him, Keith the Blade of Marmora. However, emotions run high and situations become complicated. Lance must grow to move forward, but that's easier said than done when his insecurities bind him.

Keith was finally carving out a spot for himself in the Blade, finally feeling as if maybe he belonged somewhere. That's until his mother decides to return to the main base, and his crush suddenly shows up unannounced. It's hard for him to face his feelings when he's so used to fighting them. He needs to confront his issues or forever be locked in place, never finding a place where he fits.

14,406 words AO3

#klangst #langst #angst #klance #fic list #fanfic #fanfic links #lance mcclain #keith kogane #my list #vld #voltron

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sheithonearth · 6 years

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how about sheith and a combo of 38+27 :)))

27. “I’m pregnant.” + 38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Sheith, Mpreg, ABOish

Keith looks down at the remains of Haggar’s beast, giant slabs of metal scattered around the hanger like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces. There’s a certain buzz in everyone, ranging from anticipated fear of what’s to come to intense curiosity from the engineers. Keith’s been feeling it too, but not from himself. It’s second-hand for him, watching his peers simmer on their nerves. But there’s excitement too from both sides as species from all over the galaxy mingle with humans and their customs. Keith himself finds it hard to interject with the excitement but this time around he thinks it has more to do with his recovering from his spectacular crash back into the atmosphere that put him in the hospital for several weeks. He’s only been out of the hospital for three weeks now but he can’t shake the feeling of something growing. It isn’t stagnant the way he sensed the blue lion, it was steady, linear in its growth and Keith didn’t know how to put it into words. He’s been wanting to talk to Shiro about it, hoping he could offer some soothing advice, but as Keith wanders around the Garrison, having already checked the Atlas, the man is nowhere to be found.

He huffs out a sigh and heads out of the viewing area of the hanger. He’s running out of options for where Shiro could be. All the things Shiro’s been raving about, the new Atlas quarters, the engineering room, the hanger for the MFE jets, the gym, the left overs from the beast, Keith’s checked all of them and he’s starting to wonder if he should just wait for the evening when they go to bed.

He wanders into the main building, the grey, open halls empty, and decides to head toward the commons area. Maybe Shiro actually took his advice and is taking a break for once. His thoughts come to a halt as he’s hit with a wave of dizziness. He clutches onto the wall for support as the room turns around him. Nausea starts to edge into his stomach and he throws his other hand over his mouth in some lame attempt to keep his food down. He’s able to get his bearings around him enough to see the restroom and dash towards it, throwing the door open and running into the first stall he sees. The retching’s not pretty, it’s painful, and he’s more lightheaded than before. Keith wipes the tears from his eyes and flushes the toilet. He stands on unstable legs hoping he can get to his room without incident and without someone trying to stop him. The dizziness, the nausea, and the vomiting that’s been a common presence since his release is starting to get old and he wonders if his concussion did more damage than he thought.

Keith hears the bathroom door open and he curses to himself. He knows he looks like shit and if anyone sees him like this it won’t stay secret for long. He doesn’t want to be the topic of the gossip mill again. He just got everyone off his back about him and Shiro. He makes a mental plan of how he’s going to get back to his room, but right as he opens the stall another dizzy spell overcomes him.

“Oh,” Keith says, surprised by the sudden onslaught of vertigo, and even more surprised by Shiro’s shocked and worried face standing in front of him.

“Keith?” is all Keith hears before Shiro’s expression swirls into a kaleidoscope of colorful dots then goes black.

Keith doesn’t know how long he’s out for, but when he comes to he’s in the Garrison’s hospital bed with Shiro by his side, hand being held in Shiro’s larger one.

“Keith-”

“I’m fine.” Keith cuts him off before Shiro can voice his concern.

“Keith.” It’s only one word but it’s enough to feel chastised.

A sad smile plays on Shiro’s lips. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” His joke doesn’t reach his eyes and Keith doesn’t laugh either.

Shiro starts again. “I heard you were looking for me.”

“Please don’t apologize,” Keith pleads, already seeing the apology in the crease of Shiro’s brow. Shiro sighs heavily.

“Can I at least get you some water?” Shiro asks, his hold on Keith’s hand tightening.

Keith squeezes the flesh hand back in return and nods his head.

Shiro smiles, warm and comforting. “I’ll be right back.” He leaves Keith with a kiss on the forehead and the hum of the machines around him. Not even twenty seconds after Shiro leaves the room the doctor comes in.

“I heard you were up, Mr. Kogane. I’m Doctor Holland,” he says pleasantly enough, shutting the door behind him and pulling up a chair on the opposite side where Shiro had been sitting. Keith feels slightly nervous as Dr. Holland sits down with his clipboard. Shouldn’t he just release Keith and tell him to get rest?

“We did another scan of your head and took some blood after we got an approval from Captain Shirogane. You’re head is healing as it should and there are no problems there.” He clears his throat. “Your blood test, on the other hand had some…anomalies.”

“Anomalies?” Keith asks, tone hard.

Dr. Holland adjusts his glasses in a nervous movement. “Well, yes. Captain Shirogane explained your genetic make-up which does explain some things, but this still comes as a surprise.”

So his Garla genes are coming into play and putting him out of whack. But…

“What’s the anomaly?”

“Well, lets just say we’re glad we did the blood test before the CT scan,” Dr. Holland offers while saying nothing. Keith just stares.

“You’re pregnant. About 10 weeks along.”

Keith continues to stare, but for a different reason. ‘I’m pregnant?’ is on the tip of his tongue until he’s hit with the memory of being on the space whale with his mom, listening intently as she explained alpha, beta, and omega dynamics within the Galra. Apparently, as an omega, the week-long fevers and bouts of horniness throughout the year starting as a teen were the results of him having “heats” and capable of being fertile. He didn’t know how to process it at the time, embarrassment tamping down most questions that he had. But then he got back and everything with Shiro and Lotor went to shit and his problems suddenly didn’t seem as important. Getting Shiro back had been priority, and when he did any information about omegas and heats were gone and replaced with an unyielding need to love and be loved by one person. Keith was still healing from their vicious fight and Shiro was trying his best to piece his memories back together and feel like a person again. But they still managed to come together, finding some semblance of normalcy in each others bodies. One time turned into two, then two turned into too many times to count. It wasn’t just fucking, it was more than that, but it all started so fast he didn’t take the time to consider the consequences. They hadn’t been responsible.

He hadn’t been responsible.

“I’ll give you time to think it over,” Dr. Holland says, as if offering his condolences and makes to leave. As he walks through the door Shiro comes in, cup of water in hand. “Captain,” the doctor nods in greeting. Shiro gives a curt nod back then slows cautiously as he approaches Keith. He looks back toward the direction the doctor had been then at Keith.

Shiro sets the water by Keith’s bedside then sits down. Keith doesn’t reach for it.

“Should I be worried?” Shiro asks, voice small enough for Keith to almost feel bad that Shiro probably thinks he’s dying.

“Depends.”

“Depends?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Keith watches Shiro’s face as his worry slips into an small, awkward smile. “Uhh okay. I can’t tell if you’re trying to soften the blow or if you’re just making a joke for fun.”

Keith crosses his arms in an annoyed huff. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but I’m serious. It’s a Galra thing.” The smile drops from Shiro’s face and he’s left with an awe-struck, open mouth look instead. Keith’s explanation isn’t perfect, trying to recount the details his mom told him, but by the end of it Shiro seems to have grasped all the information, if not looking slightly sheepish.

“We really should’ve used protection,” Shiro laments.

“You couldn’t have know. And it’s not like there were just space condoms available.”

Shiro chuckles. “True.” They settle into a delicate silence, one that holds a lot of unanswered questions. Shiro seems to be contemplating. Keith can imagine him going over every strategic outcome of this and what to do. The knowledge of their current reality and the threats that loom don’t need to be spoken to be known.

“Not exactly the best time, I know,” Keith starts.

“It’s unexpected but we can figure something out.”

“We need Voltron, Shiro. If Haggar comes back with something bigger and worse than before, I-” Keith stops as he chokes on his own words. Being caught between the duty of leadership and the duty of an expecting parent is catching up with him, coming from both sides and unrelenting in their assault. Everything’s almost too much to process and he buries his face in his hands.

Shiro’s arms are around him in a second, sharing the space on his bed and holding him tightly.

“Keith, look at me.” Shiro’s voice carries over him and he brings his hands down from teary eyes. “Believe me when I say this. We will figure something out. No matter when Haggar comes, we will be ready to fight and we will have a plan figured out. We will make it so our child can grow up in a peaceful world. I’m sure of that.”

Keith stares up at Shiro’s face, fortitude present and strong as ever, and Keith can feel the tension easing out of his body. It’s not gone, he doesn’t know if it ever will be until Haggar is defeated, but he holds onto to every bit of hope he can. The future is unsure, but with the rest of the team, their allies, and Shiro he knows they’re in good hands.

Hi, I’m Megan, and I don’t know how to make things not emotional.

Thanks for the ask! Hope you enjoyed it, anon!

send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble

#sheith #my writing #ask #anonymous

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aicosu · 6 years

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Lotura coffeeshop au for the prompts ask?? Pretty please? :))

“Foam.”

Acxa looks up at him from her phone. “What?”

He replaces the lid on his latte. “Half of this is foam.”“Tell Ezor to fill it.”“Hn.” Lotor sips it anyway, and Acxa gives him an even look, a subtle flex of her eyes to show her exasperation with him, before returning to her phone. “You’re the one who insists on coming,” She reminds him. “And then you complain that it’s the busiest and the brew is bad.”Lotor stares wistfully above her head at the crowd of people still waiting on their order. “We don’t have to come.” Acxa points out. “She said she doesn’t mind.”He sees the bright color of red somewhere behind the steamers and sighs. “No, nevermind me. I’m just–”“Stressed?” She guesses. He watches her tap away on that phone. “Perhaps.” His head hits his hand, shoulders dropping as he gives his entire weight to the table and his propped elbow. “I can’t seem to get ahold of my editor.”“Which one?”A strange hush lulls the volume of the cafe, if only for a few moments, but just loud enough for Axca’s question to seem a little loud. He looks up, eyes flickering over the people around them, before looking towards the door, where everyone else seems to be.

There’s a human man there. Fresh-faced. Posture-straight. With a neatly trimmed black suit. Businessman–no. Something else. Axca looks up from her phone when she notices he hasn’t answered and follows his gaze. “Garrison?” She says. She’s whispering. Everyone is.

The question wracks through his brain until the recognition lines up with the small gold borders on his sleeves. Lotor frowns. Everyone went quiet for a soldier? That seemed melodramatic. But then the man turns back to the door, hand pressing the glass to allow someone else inside. White hair. Short. Pink coat. Dark, black, large sunglasses. “Ho. Ly. Shit.” Axca says quietly.

Lotor stands, chair buckling behind him on the tile. The whispering is much louder.

“S-sh-h-Al-Prin–cess–” he breathes. “She must be here for that Gala thing.” Axca doesn’t bother taking her eyes off the woman. Neither of them do. No one in the entire coffee shop does.

“OH MY GOD!” Ezor screams behind the bar. The suited man steps to the register with a raised hand, “Please, we’d just like an order.”

Everyone hears him. The line beside him disperses to a small crowd, their morning rush utterly forgotten. “HELLO!” Ezor says past the soldier, looking dead-eyed at the sunglassed woman with long, white, brilliant hair. “Morning.” It’s so soft Lotor has to strain to hear it. But when he does it’s like a dream aligning with a memory. It’s unmistakably her voice, but it’s so inconceivable to hear directly from her to his ears that it must be fake. Axca must be finally looking at him, because as the coffee shop finally erupts into whispering-shouting chatter and people begin standing up and crowding themselves she says, “You gonna go say something?”“Don’t be absurd.” He says, eyes not leaving that crown of hair. That crown. Gods. “Ask for an autograph?”“Shut up.”There’s a low trill he recognizes as Axca’s laugh. It makes his cheeks and ears burn. He can barely feel it in the burning in his chest. The fluttering in his stomach. He feels sick. Excited. Nervous. It’s stupid– as if this is really happening. As if, even if it was, anything would come of it. And it’s ridiculous because his heart is in his feet, and it means everything to him just to see the hems of the pink dress she wears or the slight profile of the tip of her nose, or that hair, the hair everyone talks about, that everyone praises.

Because that’s exactly what he is, one of everyone else. All staring as the Princess of Altea ordered a coffee.

Her bodyguard, he realizes it when the man places a hovered hand behind the small of her back, leads her down the barista’s banister to wait for a drink. The journey takes her past their table and Lotor rotates with the rest of the store to watch. Her only seclusion is the man’s body and to his credit, he does his best at acknowledging that fact by angling his taller shoulders in a loom around her. She whispers something at him, and Lotor catches a smile that melts through his skin to his soul. “Just go ask.” Axca whispers.

But there’s probably a dozen other unseen bodyguards stationed outside the shop, there had to be. And dammit it’s probably what everyone else in this foolish place wanted to do. And he wasn’t some lech, some paparazzi chasing rabid fan who pasted pictures of her red carpet sightings on his phone’s background. No–it–she–

She was Altea’s Princess.

His Princess.

Or at least the one he could never claim since he couldn’t actually ever live there.

That’s when the flashing starts. One white-hot millisecond of bright light from someone’s not so subtle camera phone. And then some silence when everyone gets the idea before permeating the air with electronic noises of an imitated shutter. “Lotor, go ask. Everyone else is–”Her cup is slid across the counter. She takes it. She has clean, french tip nails. Ezor’s smile and wide eyes are visible even from here. White flashes over the sight of it. “Here you are!”“Thank you so much.” “Look, hey, sorry if this is annoying but whatever, I really love you–can I get a selfie with my friends?”“Oh. Shit.” Axca stands, almost dropping her coffee.

He might faint. “Of course.” She says, light and sweet. Sugar and cream. The bodyguard beside her whispers something no one can her, but her smile stays and she waves him off. Ezor squeals, eyes finding theirs. Her hand beckons them. “Axca! Lotor!”“Come on.” He can’t move. He can’t breathe. But somehow he finds himself near, drawing closer, as Axca brings him in. “Hello,” She says to them, her small face close enough he can see the pink marks on her cheeks. They match her dress. “Hi.” Axca nods. Lotor can see his reflection in her sunglasses. “Okay, oh my gosh, okay, hold on,” Ezor rushes, running around to the front of their little group with her phone. She snaps her arm out to the bodyguard. He takes it like he’s done this before.

“Thank you so much I know you’re really busy, but we’re all like huge fans, and I just had to ask because wow–” “Not at all.”“I love your dress.”“Thank you.” He can hear Ezor talking, but he’s too preoccupied with the fact that she’s rotated to stand in front of him, and that Axca is pushing at him to draw nearer as the all situate themselves in front of the camera. It’s hard to know what’s happening. There seem to be cameras everywhere. But she’s there, beside him. Her can see her ears brush his jacket lapel. She takes off her sunglasses. “Up here.” The garrison man says. He’s not sure how long they pose, or what he’s supposed to look at, he staring somewhere into the distance, waiting to wake up. “Alright.” Ezor snatches her phone before whirling around. “Can you sign my cup?”“Ezor.” Axca sighs. But she just nods, hands reaching out for the cup Ezor isn’t holding. “Then we should be going.” The soldier warns. The entire cafe seems to hear him as the flashes speed up and the space around them gets smaller. “Here’s Lotor’s.” Axca says behind him and he watches in a daze as his too-much-foam latte is handed into her delicate hands, a pen in the other from someone Lotor doesn’t notice. He’s too lost in the length of her lashes. The curl of her lips. The small swirls of her fist stop and the cup comes back to him. And he’s caught in pink and blue, and the softest smile he’s ever imagined. “Here you are.” God she’s stunning. Nothing could replicate it. The tips of his fingers slide over hers. “Ah, I–” “Thank you.” She says first, eyes sliding away from him. Her bodyguard’s arms is around her shoulders then, pulling her past him. The hot flashes of light follow her like lightning before thunder. The crowd falls her too, leaving him Ezor, and Axca standing in the empty cold of a barren coffee shop. The latte is hot in his hands though. “Oh my god we got a selfie with the Princess of Altea, oh my god!!” “Let me see that picture, with my luck I’m blinking.” “She’s just gorgeous!”“She’s way shorter than I thought.” “Lotor you are going to die when you see this!”“He looks dead in it.” Lotor can’t hear them over the sight of he name written between his fingers. The bold loops of her L’s, the sweet taper of her R. His thumb brushes over it and for a moment he’s closer to home than he’s ever been. Allura.

#lotura #lotor #allura #modern au #coffeeshop au #they dont work there sorry #i cant see either of them working in a cafe honestly #celebrity!allura #writer!Lotor #james is her bodyguard dont @ me #Anonymous #long post #read more #fanfiction

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starfaring-princelotor · 5 years

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Lotor's Gift Chapter 4 - Decisions Decisions

Summary:

Lotor has a lot to think about now that they have escaped from the Empire’s attack. And he has a decidedly bigger problem to deal with - you.

Lotor walked into his room, checking to make sure his wine bottles were still secure in their cases. Axca had saved their lives with her expert piloting skills, but he would have been secretly disappointed with the loss of his collection. Some of these bottles could never be replaced; the worlds they came from, unfortunately, did not exist any longer. He poured a generous glass of the beautiful amber colored nectar and took a long drink. He felt the potent liquid burn a trail down his throat. Perfect.

He walked to the windows that surrounded his chambers and watched the stars fly by, looking like comets as they hurtled through hyper speed towards the neutral zone. He leaned his forehead against the wall, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

He was the Crown Prince, not some flunky general. He felt no familial connection with Zarkon, although at least he still called Lotor his son in public circles. The Witch was nothing to him. Well, nothing more than a threat to his life and puppet-master over his father. The words you had spoken to him about a possible assassination seemed to be accurate. It appeared he was walking a very fine line. The time to make his move was rapidly approaching but he was nowhere near ready yet. He wondered what drove them to decide he had to be eliminated. He had been so careful, watching every step, calculating everything down to the most miniscule detail. What had caused them to suddenly want him out of the way permanently? All questions that needed answers and he would find them, eventually. Opening his eyes, he turned and leaned his back against the wall, enjoying the cold that seeped through the ship for a brief moment.

He swirled the glistening liquid in his glass as he walked back to his desk. Now, he had to plan what to do with you. He sat down and picked up his data pad to turn on the link to the monitor in the sick bay, making sure you were still strapped in the bed and sleeping. He looked at your covered form, only cinched down where the restraints held your waist safely. You were sleeping quietly, mouth slightly opened, and he noticed the swelling had completely receded from your face.

He felt a slight pang of desire as his eyes lingered on your curves. This line of thinking wouldn’t do. He had other things to concentrate on than to imagine the bliss of placing kisses down your neck to your collarbone which was practically begging for his attention. Not to mention how pleasurable it would feel, plunging his hands into your hair as you ran your hands down his back to grip his ass and perhaps use a bit of pressure by your nails to mark him so slightly? He had to turn the visual off before he was unable to control himself. Something about you was driving him wild, and he had no idea what it was. He had never experienced complications like this before when acquiring a spy.

Initially you were just meant to be his ears in an outpost, listening for just such news as you had delivered. He found it was easy to say a few pretty words, give a useless trinket here and there, and deliver a well-placed kiss or two in order to establish his own network of willing participants to follow him. You did your job well. But he couldn’t return you to the outpost. The Empire knew who you were now. You were marked as a loyalist to him. You were as good as tortured and dead if he sent you home.

He had to admit he was surprised at the action of the mineral stone in the necklace. It had reacted as he put it on you. “No,” he thought. “It had reacted before I put it on you. It was reacting to my inner desire.”

“I have no desire in that matter,” he said to no one, trying to convince himself otherwise. “She is nothing but a soldier in my army.” He took another drink from his glass.

“Are you sure about that?” he argued with himself. “The stones are incapable of projecting false feeling.”

He knew about the properties, which is why he chose that particular stone for you. It was a failsafe way to determine your true intentions. If you had actual desire for him he would be able to use that to his advantage, to place you where he needed, and you would not question him. He never assumed you would undertake such a perilous journey to get to him. Apparently, he underestimated the little mouse he took you for.

He had to admit you had guts. Hiding on a Galra ship? With no weapons? You were depending on your stealth and you nearly made it. If you had been captured early in the flight you would have been in worse shape when he found you than you were. It was not common practice to take stowaways to the Witch. She must have believed you had information about him due to the proximity of Ulippa and the most recent activity with Throk. She could make a connection out of the flimsiest of details.

Acxa was beside herself when Lotor announced the covert operation to collect you. A coded message had been delivered to him through a trader knowing he was looking for scaultrite. Once he broke the code, he discovered they were privy of a conversation between two privates repeating the rumor of a human girl being caught catching a ride from Ulippa. It was just a coincidence they happened to be in the vicinity of you when the message arrived, and he figured it out.

He was caught in a serious dilemma, he realized. The attraction he felt for you was immediate. He’d never had that reaction before to anyone. Perhaps he could use you as a more personal guard. You had proven your courage, that was evident. He had remembered you taking down the Galra soldier even while shackled and injured, until Zethrid was able to dispatch him while Ezor attempted in her own infuriating way to secure you and get away to safety. Perhaps he could convince them to catch you up on how to best be of service, overcoming your apparent complete lack of Galra genetics, to be a fighter. To be lethal, if necessary.

“Are you sure that’s all you want from her?” his thoughts were roaming back down to the med bay. “Just another female to be a guard?”

“That’s enough,” he snarled out loud, grabbing the wine bottle and topping off his glass. “I’m not going to have an argument with myself about this.” He drank deeply, as if to indicate the end of his mental sparring.

“Not just a fighter, or another body to warm your bed. She could be someone closer than that. Special. A lover in all senses of the word,” he exhaled loudly.

“Mmmm, perhaps.” He refilled his glass, still irritated that he was arguing with himself, even though he’d pretty much told himself he was done with the conversation. “That decision will have to be made later,” he said, contemplating the possibilities. He had not been able to trust anyone enough before to even consider letting his guard down. It was too deadly and he very much preferred being alive. But this was you. You. A little blip on the radar, but nothing more. Not a princess, nor a Galra leader, or even a member of a government friendly to his cause.

You were only supposed to be convenient. An unlikely ally that would go unnoticed by any of the Galra top brass who crossed your path. Like Acxa had stated, “…not even that striking.” Lotor frowned, his eyes narrowing and his brows knitting together. He sat his glass on the desk, grabbed his data pad, and reactivated the link to the monitors.

Ah, there you are. Still sleeping, but now you had a slight smile on your face. You looked completely at peace. And completely delectable. You were moving slightly, dreaming perhaps. Then he heard you moan, saw your hands grasp a pillow next to you, wrap your arms around it, pulling it tightly against you.

Yes, definitely dreaming. He felt heat rush down to his core and he couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his lips. His hands gripped the arms of his chair as he fought against the urge to rush down and show you exactly how you made him feel. His heart rate ticked up and he could feel his armor getting unbearably tight in his groin. This was madness! He lifted his hand, intent on giving himself some relief, but then he paused. No. This was not going to happen.

Instead he reached for his sweet wine, tipped the glass back, and emptied it. He clicked off the image and closed his eyes, trying to bring himself back under control. His head felt that wonderful slight buzzing from the potent drink, and he was able to begin to relax. He still felt a desperate desire to go pay you a visit, only to see how you were healing of course. However, in his very uncomfortable and undisciplined state he didn’t think that was such a good idea.

He pressed the button for the com to the bridge. “Acxa,” he said.

“Yes, Sir?” she answered. “What do you need?”

“Have you plotted the course?” he asked.

“Yes, we’re only 13 hours away at present speed. Ezor and Narti only found minimal damage to a portion of the hull under the docking bay. It shouldn’t cause any trouble and we can get it repaired once we arrive in a friendlier territory,” she reported.

“Good,” he said. “I’m very proud of the way you handled the ship today. We owe you our lives.”

“Sir?” she said, quizzically. Silence filled the space for a few seconds before she asked pointedly, “Are you drunk?”

“Why would you assume that?” he asked, feigning shock. “I’m merely complimenting you. I’m as proud as I could be at your ac…”

“Yep, you’re drunk,” Acxa said. “Stop while you’re ahead, sir.”

“Very well,” he sighed. “I think I need to rest a bit. There are only a few things I will allow to be disturbed for. One is if Zethrid comes up with any corroborating information about those rumors. Two is if my little patient wakes up and tries to leave the medical bay. And third is if we run into any more trouble from my father or the Witch.”

“Understood,” she said. “Rest well, sir, and I’ll keep an eye on everything here. You’ve had a trying day.”

“Yes, well, at least we all survived to see the end of it,” he said, stifling a yawn. “Please look after yourself, dear. You have also had a difficult day. We can’t have both of us deteriorated to worthlessness.”

“I will leave the bridge soon. Zethrid is due to relieve me shortly,” she said. “Acxa out.”

Lotor walked across his room and sat on the bed. It seemed to call him. He reached down, pulled off his boots, before standing again to remove his armor. Quickly and efficiently the discarded armor lay about the room, and he was soon standing in his body suit. It would do for now as he fell back onto his bed and collapsed into the pillows. He would figure out exactly what to do in a few hours, when he and Acxa could discuss the recent developments with you as well as a possible life on the run. Then they could strategize. But for now, he really needed to sleep.

#lotor x reader #submission

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 125

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A nice big bed. Plenty of soft blankets. A few bags of A+ blood. Lance held plenty of fake hope as he was marched along, well aware that’d he’d gone and got himself kidnapped. There’s been stairs, now things smelt damp, this was definitely a secret lair of some sort and he already hated it. People these days had no respect at all for pregnant people. You accidentally vomit on someone and suddenly your missing half your teeth. He was so stupid as to be intentionally uncooperative. He wasn’t that stupid... well, maybe he was. He’d gotten his arse kidnapped thanks to what was now obviously not a message from Shiro.

Marched along, he kept his mouth shut, playing docile. The fabulous hospitality he’d been shown ending with him literally kicked into some kind of dirty cell, before the grating of clearly metal bars. Fucking idiots. He was a vampire. You know. Stronger than the average human. What were bars supposed to do?! Hissing as his knees scraped on the stone floor, they could have at least taken the stupid bag off his head and untied his hands

“I’m leaving you the worst YELP! review ever! 1 star and a stern warning about your manners!”

The stupid bag was dosed with orange scented... surface spray if he had to hazard a guess. All scents wiped out thanks to “dumb” and “dumber”. Hearing someone moving, he automatically tensed, preparing to lose his head, yet instead, all he lost was the obnoxious bag. Matt, Sam, and Curtis sat together in the corner of the dark room, craning his head up, he tried not to smile at Shiro

“Hey, guys. If you were going to throw a party, you could have invited me the normal way”

Shiro chuckled humourlessly. Lance felt that to his soul. He was going to be in sooooooooo much shit when they got out of here

“We didn’t think we’d be seeing you here. Let me get those restraints off your hands”

“Thanks. They’re really not comfortable, and probably not my colour either”

Crouching down behind him, Shiro started working at the biting restraints. Lance trying not to hiss as the pins and needles sensation in his hands burned

“Does Keith know you’re here?”

“Nope. He went with Coran to pick Rieva up”

“She’s okay?!”

Lance nodded slowly. Matt’s eyes were glowing yellow and he really didn’t want to be turned into Lance paste. He really didn’t appreciate the lingering scent of orange at all. He might just risk scurvy because it’d be along time before he went near an orange again

“Yeah. Everyone’s pretty much like joined up. Pidge is safe, so’s Colleen, and Hunk and Allura”

“Thank fuck for that...”

There was a burning need to question how this had happened, instead that hiss finally escaped as Shiro pulled the restraints of his hands

“Sorry. Matt chewed through ours...”

“Yeah. I feel like Sendak is scraping the barrel with his new hires. No brain cells there at all”

Moving around him, Shiro offered his hand, Lance letting himself be pulled to his feet before half collapsing again Shiro from dizziness and relief. Shiro wrapping his arms around him as if he thought this was an intentional hug

“Did they hurt you?”

“Knocked a few teeth out. Zero respect for the pregnant”

“And they didn’t...”

His face was their punching bag, which he’d be more grateful for if he didn’t have to feel his teeth growing back

“Nope. I’m sorry, but I’m pretty much sure you guys were used to distract everyone so they could kidnap my dumb arse”

Shiro asking

“How did they even get to you?”

“Used your phone. I stupidly went out the front. Douche canoes got me with a tranquilliser or something...”

One moment he’d been up, the next the ground was rushing to say hello

“You should sit, here, take my jacket too...”

Even in a situation like this Shiro was a worrier

“You need it more than I do”

“You’re still in Keith’s sweats. You might not be cold now, but we need to keep your warmth up”

Right. That. This wasn’t exactly a tropical beach... and why were they still in the cell?

“Why haven’t you guys busted out?”

Matt bitterly spat

“Lead and mercy on the bars. Plus they shock you when you touch them”

“Did you try covering your hands?”

“Nah, I thought what’s a little more fucking burn”

Okay. Matt’s ego was dented and his mate hurt. It wasn’t time for Lance’s ego to keep cracking wise arse remarks to hide the fact he was secretly panicking. He could feel he’d let go of it too much. Feel his fear and annoyance feeding its cockiness

“Sorry. Sorry, I’ll just... yeah...”

Shut up is what he needed to do. So he would. He was dumb for thinking they hadn’t already tried to break out.

Shiro sat him a little farther away from the others than he would have liked. Matt’s anger stank so bad that he could taste it instead of smell it. Covering his shoulders with Shiro’s jacket, he pulled his knees up to his chest, burying his face between them. This sucked. This sucked so hard. He’d felt like something was wrong with Shiro’s message but he’d run off instead of calling Keith who hadn’t called him even though he said he would. Lance already knew they wanted him. They’d talked about how he was a valuable sample now the pregnancy was confirmed. Curtis wouldn’t have wanted to talk, but his friend couldn’t help if and it wasn’t fair at all. He wanted to feel angry over it, but they’d definitely said Curtis confirmed he was pregnant. Not told them outright like it was fresh information. He was a goddamn vampire. A sleepy, cranky, ready to blow his lid, vampire... Who didn’t love dark and scary spaces unless he was exploring with his friends.

“Are you okay?”

No. He wasn’t. He was tired and hungry and couldn’t imagine what Keith was going through. Softly he mumbled, trying to deny Shiro sitting next to him made him feel a tiny bit better seeing the man surely had years of experience under his belt and would come up with some amazing plan

“I’m fine... you should go sit with Curtis. I’ll be okay”

“Lance... Keith would...”

Keith would want him to rely on Shiro. To rest and gather as much information on his surrounds, but hearing his boyfriend’s name was too much. He really fucking missed and it’d only been a short time

“Keith was a wreck. He left me at VOLTRON so I’d be safe. Instead I fucked up...”

“Oh, boo hoo. It’s not like he was shot right in front of you”

“Matthew! That’s enough”

Lance whined softly. He deserved that. He only knew what it felt like to be scared shitless in front of someone holding a gun on Keith. Not to see it happen... Sam scolded his son, another whine slipping out as Shiro settled next to him, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him up against him

“We’re obviously going to be here for a while. You should rest”

AKA he should shut up and stop with the pity party. No one wanted to hear it. Not when Matt was worried about Rieva and his father. Mutely he nodded, wondering if the smell of orange was blocking out traces of Keith’s scent on Shiro. Sendak had to have some fucking master plan... Lance kind of wanted to skip punching him in the dick for ripping off his testicles. He was old and he was tired. The bastard ruining his plans... but he also never wanted to set eyes on Sendak again. He’d rather be locked down here with Lotor for the next decade of his life than stand before Sendak and be made to feel all those messaged up things again.

Dozing off without meaning to, Lance kept his eyes closed as he listened to the others. Shiro had moved from beside him. Sam and Matt talking technical stuff while Curtis and Shiro fretted about having Lance in the cold and how it couldn’t be good for his mental health... that and how Lance was going to need blood. He could have kept up the charade if he hadn’t been suddenly made aware of why he was awake, throwing up violently beside himself. Fuck. Pregnant. Right. His twins didn’t care they were making his father throw his guts up at random times.

Hacking and coughing, Shiro came over to him

“Lance, you okay?”

“Morning sickness... sucks”

“It’s alright, buddy. Let’s get you away from the mess”

“Not much point when I’m...”

Yep. There he went, gasping like a fish out of water before throwing up again. The cold had crept in. Holding his ego down was hard. Those bars looking pretty tempting despite their construction.

Shiro sat patiently by him until he was done. Letting himself be moved by Shiro did nothing for his ego. His nails extending as the hunter sat him down closer to the group

“You just had to throw up, didn’t you?”

“Fuck off, Fido”

Growling at him, Matt pushed the wrong buttons. Lance snarling back in his friends face with his fangs extended, Shiro looping his arms around Lance’s waist as if he was trying to hold Lance back

“Enough! Matt. Your ego is out of control. Rieva is with Coran. He’s the best person to help her. Lance... can you try to bring your ego back under control. You’re making your scary face”

“He can’t fucking help it. He won’t settle until he sees his mate. And I can’t stop my fucking morning sickness. Fuck this”

Unexpectedly Sam chuckled

“I never thought I’d ever hear you swear quite as many times as you have. Somehow it’s quite relieving”

Ugh. He had been swearing a lot. And thanks to Keith “Fuck” had slipped more and more into his vocabulary. No one really used it swear any more as it was. It was just a convenient word for summing up all sorts of feelings in different situations

“That’s because my Mami taught me to have manners. I’m not usually this angry”

“Usually he’s pathetic”

Lance nearly snarled at Matt again. He would have if Shiro hadn’t sighed, changing topics

“Okay. Lance, we started discussing exit strategies on the way out. Naturally we assume everything we’re saying can be heard”

Lance nodded because it did make sense

“Sendak would hear it. If not him, he’ll have someone listening out”

Technically he didn’t know if it was Sendak. He was simply the assumption seeing Lotor was at VOLTRON and they were here. Lotor also knew he was pregnant and probably that he hadn’t been well. Maybe if he could have turned into a bat, he could have gotten them all out by now. Half talking to himself he said his inner thoughts out loud

“If we can overload the bars then we should be able to bend them”

Either he had to grab them or Matt did. He obviously couldn’t because of the twins. Matt had been through enough as it was. Maybe...

“If we put something against them will the current shock it? Like... maybe we could start an electrical fire and trigger a fault?”

“Or we could start a fire and die in it”

That was too close to Keith’s nightmare for comfort and way too close to how he’d lost his father. He wouldn’t do that to Keith. Sam pretended it was a good idea

“We’ll keep that in mind. Matt, can you check if you can see any kind of cabling or switches?”

“Why? We’re on the wrong side of the bars to do anything”

Ugh. Even Lance got that they needed as much information about the environment they were being kept in, and he was falling back to sleep

“Your eyesight is better than ours. It’s so dark in here I can barely see a thing”

Matt got up, walking over to the bars, he stood there for a good moment and a half

“I don’t see anything. I’d say we’re in a basement, but other than a few scraps against the wall, there’s no switches”

“Nothing on the roof?”

“No”

“How thick is the outer wall?”

Oops he was asking questions again... Matt sighing at him. Matt really wasn’t great at this “captivity thing”. He expected more “Let me out!” And “I’m going to piss on your leg!” from him

“How is that supposed to help us?”

“I don’t know, we’ve got a vampire, a slightly cursed human and a werewolf. If we can’t go through the wall we can always go through the roof”

“And what do you know about construction?”

“I know enough. I renovated my house inside out, plus dust and mould don’t really affect vampires like it does with humans”

“Dude, you’re so weak I doubt you’d make any impact if you tried. Why don’t you just go back to sleep?”

Lance had had enough of Matt’s attitude. He was trying... even if he was failing, he was still trying... Matt might be able keep his hunger under control, but a few days and Lance would either go completely crazy or collapse unconscious and be no help at all

“Matt’s right. You need your rest”

Now Shiro was agreeing with Matt?! Maybe he wasn’t the best “prisoner” but it hurt to be dismissed. Whatever. He was going to keep his temper and hopefully his mouth in check.

Lance had hit cranky. By his estimate it’d been something around 12 hours since he’d been rudely stolen. They were resting in shifts. Shiro urging Sam and Curtis to rest. Lance trying not to feel any kind of jealous over the pair of them at least being kidnapped together. He missed his boyfriend and hunger was setting in. He was cold. Cold. Tired. Hungry. Lonely... and mostly cranky. There should be kind of clause to this morning sickness where you only threw up when there was something there to actually throw up. Rubbing his stomach in soft yet agitated circles, he couldn’t bed himself down like the others, instead getting up to pace.

“Lance?”

Shiro sounded sleepy. He’d known the hunter was still awake, but had wondered if maybe Shiro was really simply sleeping with his eyes open

“I’m fine”

“I didn’t say you weren’t... but I would understand if you’re lying to me right now”

“I’m fine, Shiro. You should sleep”

“Nah... I’m good”

Well this was awkward. Why was Shiro trying to talk to him if he didn’t have anything to say? Walking over to the door into the cell, Lance stared down the lock. It was keeping him from his Keith and he didn’t like it

“Don’t touch it”

“I wasn’t going to”

“I know it’s hard but the best thing we can do at the moment is wait it out”

“There’s lots of other things we could be doing”

Whoops. He was letting his crankiness show. Seriously though. He didn’t get how a little bit of electricity was keeping everyone so obedient. Covering your hands would protect you from the lead and mercury. A hard blow against the gate would probably work to knock the damn thing unlocked. His hunger was definitely affecting his thought process.

Climbing up from where he’d been sitting, Shiro walked over to him

“Matt got shocked when he tried touching the bars”

“I figured that much out already”

“I know you’re anxious and you want to see Keith...”

“Sorry, Shiro, but don’t even go there right now. I know he’s your brother, but to me... He’s the love of my life and the father of my twins. Like Matt can’t keep his temper worried about Rieva, I can’t keep my temper right now”

“Then what do you need?”

“Other than out of this ridiculous cage? Oh, I don’t know. My boyfriend. My bed. Blood. A good nights sleep. Honestly, pick one”

“If you need blood...”

“Don’t. I’m a ticking time bomb and you all know it. Starve me and I’ll lose control. Don’t tempt me with your blood”

Shiro sighed at him as he pinched the bridge of his nose

“Lance... You can’t help what you are”

“I’m not about to fucking feed on you. I have some self respect left under everything”

“It’s not about self respect. Look. We don’t know how long we’ll be in here”

“Well maybe if we fucking thought of an actual plan, we could break out”

“And what’s on the other side of the door? How many vampires are between us and getting out?”

“And how long until Matt wolfs out? How long before I lose control. I’ve fucking had it! You’re all here because I’m pregnant. Keith’s going to be fucking blaming himself. We have no clue what’s going to happen. I swear I’ll take my own fucking life before I let them hurt Keith’s children”

“We need to wait. Patience yields focus”

“I’m fucking focused enough. We don’t even have to start a big fire to short the bars out. We could collapse the fucking ceiling between me and Matt. Yet we’re sitting here like good little children. They hurt Keith and I’m not going to hold back when I see them”

“Keith’s fine. He was with Coran”

Physically fine meant nothing when Keith would overthinking absolutely everything

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. You didn’t see the look on his face at the news you guys were missing. I did. He’s going to be tearing himself apart. Blaming himself for everything. He’s been through more than enough”

“And if you get hurt? Then what? He wouldn’t want you hurt”

“At least he’d know I tried my hardest to get back to him”

Shiro wrapped his arms around him

“We’ll get back to him. You’ll see. He’ll be fussing over you and the twins in no time”

“I... just want to see him again”

“I know. We will. For now all we can do is wait”

Lance sniffled, returning Shiro’s hug

“I hate what this is doing to him”

“I know. I also know whatever he’s doing, he’ll have Krolia, and Coran, and Allura. He’s not going to be alone”

“Not until he snaps and pushes them away, or takes off on his own thinking he knows best”

Shiro chuckled

“They’re not going to let that happen. He’ll be cranky, and probably won’t let you out of his sight, but he’s not going to care about anything once he sees you again”

“You too... it was like the worst feeling hearing Rieva was shot and you guys were missing... I felt so useless”

“At least you’ve got hilarious friends to keep you preoccupied”

“I don’t see anyone hilarious in here”

Shiro chuckled again Lance’s weak humour

“Alright, come sit back down, kiddo. When the moments right, we’ll all get out of this together”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 5 years

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In Chrysalis (Part 6)

Acxa still hasn’t emerged from her room, save for a few trips to dinner which she carried out of the cafeteria and into her room. A solid three days have passed and he is growing concerned. He didn’t think that he had snapped on her that harshly. But then, the Galra could harbor a pretty wicked grudge.

He makes his way towards her door. They have another mission, a similar rescue, but this time the laboratory is still in operation. He is beginning to wonder how many of those things she actually has. He hopes that at least one of them still has her conversion research notes. He knocks at Acxa’s door. “Come on, open up!” Truth be told he is growing agitated. He’d rather her just yell at him for a few minutes and be done with it. Instead she chooses to cold shoulder him and drag things out. “Fine, don’t answer me, but don’t expect me to come back again.” He’ll let her come to him and he’ll be the one to ignore the knocking. He clenches his fists and turns away. He gets perhaps a few feet down the hall when he hears the door open.

He spares a glance back and sees her in the doorway.

He keeps walking.

He looks back again, she has come to stand in the hall, but she goes no further. Apparently, she is better at taking hints because she turns to retreat again. He groans to himself, he doesn’t know why he’s playing stupid games—especially with someone who can’t exactly pickup on human cues. He power walks back to her doorway, creating enough ruckus to stop her from shutting the door. “Can we talk?”

She opens the door wholly, and motions him inside. Her eyes are bleak and tired, he wonders if she has been having her nightmares still. If she has, she has been dealing with them alone. She climbs back on to her bed and leans against the wall with her knees drawn up to her chest. He thinks that she might have been crying. It would account for her taking so long to open the door.

Keith sighs, he isn’t good with apologies. “I was hoping you could join me for lunch?”

“Your friends don’t share your hopes.” Acxa answered. “I should stay here. If you want to eat lunch with me, you can bring it here.”

“What are you talking about?” He asks.

“Your friends do not like me. They do not trust me.”

He wishes that she was just trying to guilt him, that would be a lot easier to deal with. “They’re still trying to get used to you is all. You’re not exactly easy to talk to.” Her face falls even more and he knows that it has come out wrong. “It’s not…they just don’t understand your line of thinking.”

“You don’t either.” She states dryly.

“No. No, that’s not true either. I was just…” he trails off. “I’ve been making so many wrong calls lately. Voltron is supposed to save the universe, but lately we’ve just been a little too late. I just wanted to make the right call for once.”

“And you have.” Acxa replies stiffly, “congratulations, Keith.”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that.

“It must be nice.” She pauses. “To be able to make a series of ‘wrong calls’, and still be trusted to make the right one eventually.”

Keith can’t tell if she is hurt or resentful, her level tone reveals no hints. He rubs his forehead in frustration. He doesn’t know if it is he who is bad at communication, or her. Or both of them. So maybe he should stop trying to talk.

He takes her hand and gives it a squeeze. She still doesn’t look at him so he pulls her into a hug instead and kisses the crook of her neck.

“I do trust you.” He says, eventually. “That’s why I’m asking you to join us on another mission.”

.oOo.

The offer is in good nature, but she isn’t sure that she is ready for another mission. She has worn herself out, sleep has been scarce. She also doesn’t particularly want more scrutiny from the other Paladins, she has made a fool of herself.

“Come with us.” He offers gently.

“When are you leaving?”

“Hopefully soon. So if you’re coming, you better get dressed for it.” His hand caresses her cheek. “I’d really like you to come with us, you know more about her labs than we do.”

With a sigh, Acxa stands. Going back to one of Haggar’s laboratories sounds just about as enticing as subjecting herself to more criticism from the Paladins. But she is almost certain that this is Keith’s way of letting her know he feels bad for their last mission. She doesn’t want to reject his apology.

.oOo.

This time they stick together and this time they leave the MFE pilots on call aboard the Atlas. The less people they had for this one, the better. They needed to be just as quick as the last time, but more subtle. He doesn’t know if Haggar is in her laboratory and he doesn’t want a run in with her, not quite yet.

There is a tension within the group and he knows that the feeling radiates from Acxa. The woman keeps to herself as they discuss plans. He can’t imagine her actually offering an opinion after how her last one had been received. He wishes that she would talk though, at least enough to vocalize what kind of layout they can expect.

“So how many prisoners are we looking for?” Shiro asks.

“I’d guess no more than ten, I can’t imagine that Haggar would run too many experiments at once.” It is a bluff, honestly he wouldn’t be surprised to hear that she’s converting people and Galra by the hundreds now that she knows she can. This is where Acxa’s experience would come in handy. He shoots her a glance, but the hint is lost on her.

They do their best to keep out of sight, only talking if need be. Mostly anyhow, “why did we even bring her along anyways.” Lance mutters.

“Because she knows what she’s doing, just give her a chance.”

“We have and we know that she likes to call it quits when the odds look bad.”

“I’m sure that, that’s not it.” Keith grumbles. He still needs to inquire about the logic behind wanting to retreat so early on. “She’s still trying to figure out her own limits.” He guesses.

.oOo.

Acxa is thrice as uneasy as she was on their last mission. It is not the same as her prison was, but it is similar enough. The Paladins are noisy and it makes things difficult. Her senses are already diluted without their chatter. But she listens, she listens for that horrid electrical hum. If she can find it, then she could find this laboratory’s UV room. And if she can find that, then she can find the holding cells. Lance and Keith continue to fuss and it draws Pidge into their debate. Acxa can’t focus. She wishes to vocalize this but she knows that she is just barely welcomed, so she keeps it to herself.

She pads along listening to them grow heated over her presence and she regrets having come at all. She thinks that they are well aware that she can hear them. The only one, save for Keith, who doesn’t seem to have it out for her is Hunk who continuously points out that they had given Lotor an easier time than they are giving her.

Something draws her attention away from the conversation. In the center of the room is a pulsating egg-shaped monolith of sorts. Standing nearly to the ceiling, it radiates magenta with quintessence. From the top of the structure is a generous waterfall of thick wires and tubes, they web out over the floor like veins from a heart. She scopes out the thickest cluster of tubes. The Paladins are heading in the opposite direction. “We have to go this way.”

“Why that way?” Lance asks.

She points at the tubes. “Most of the quintessence is flowing that way.” Flowing that way and into the seeping into the UV bulbs.

“Is the exit flowing that way too?” Lance asks.

She doesn’t share his humor. “Come with me or don’t.” Frankly she hopes that he doesn’t. Leaving no room for debate, she follows the bundle of tubes up a flight of stairs; a faint humming accompanies her. It puts knots in her belly and doubts in her head. Maybe she shouldn’t have wandered off on her own. The hallway is so jarringly similar to her former prison, it brings things to the front of her mind that are best left buried. She can almost feel the nippy fingers of air on her bare skin as they drag her to the UV room. Can feel their claws digging into the skin of her arms. Skin that grew more and more delicate witch each visit, with each flash of the bulbs.

She feels dizzy, the hum seems to grow louder. Louder and louder until it is all she can hear. She tries to remind herself that she is safe now…but is she really?

Now that she has put herself back into a laboratory and strayed from the group.

She feels naked all over again, vividly she recalls the feeling of straps curling and tightening around her wrists. The feeling of the fight leaving her body. She keeps walking, all she has to do is find the prisoners, then she can leave. She can leave and they won’t begrudge her anymore.

Still the buzzing screams into her ears. She knows that it truly is getting louder as she draws closer, but the sound is amplified. She can’t do this anymore. She can’t but she does, because they have to be close. She can feel herself straying from the present. She grows distant until she is in another time entirely.

Her own breathing reverberates in her ears.

Suddenly she is back in the UV room.

Suddenly an intense heat is scorching the blue out of her skin.

She finds herself a spot nestled between two large fuse boxes and burrows herself in the shadows, shaking all over. She buries her face in her knees and clutches her head. She has to get a grip, but she can feel it. She can feel the quintessence burning through her skin and reaching her very core. Her mind. She can feel it tear and mutilate her DNA code.

.oOo.

He ought to stick with the rest of the group, but he can’t just let Acxa wander about alone. That aside, he trusts her judgement; if she says that the prisoners were held in the west side of the laboratory, then they probably are. He is beginning to understand why she has been hesitant to come along.

Keith follows the length of the tubes she had pointed to. He only has a soft electrical hum to accompany him. It is the only sound he hears until he reaches almost halfway down the long hallway. Now, the sound of erratic breathing intermingles with the hum.

“Acxa?” He calls softly. He is reluctant to touch her, she is trembling so violently and silent tears trickle down her cheeks. His stomach lurches—God forbid one of Haggar’s guard personal should come by. He calls her name again, this time he makes the mistake of placing a hand on her shoulder. She flinches and lashes out.

What she now lacks in size, she makes up for in raw power and instinct. Her sudden pounce he had expected, the force she exerts catches him off guard. The punch she delivers to the side of his head rattles him. And the low growl of her voice when she tells him to stay away from her, shakes him more.

“Acxa, it’s me, Keith…” He lifts his hands. He doesn’t know quite where she is, but he knows that she isn’t with him. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He kicks himself mentally for talking to her as though she is some animal he has cornered.

“We’re on a rescue mission, remember?” He tries, it gives him an idea, he just has to keep going with this. “And we aren’t rescuing you.” He doesn’t know if she can even hear him. “You’re doing the rescuing, remember? And you can’t do that if you’re…” he winces as she throws him against the wall. “If you’re fighting me.” Everything in him is screaming at him to throw her off of him and strike back. “You’re in control, see.” Her grip seems to loosen so he repeats and reiterates. “You’re in control.” It is a mantra he repeats until he can see it in her eyes that she is making her way back. She unleashes her hold and he lets out a deep sigh.

And he sees it in her eyes, the absolute horror. She isn’t completely lucid, but she is aware enough to know that her judgment had lapsed. She is still shaky and he counts both he and her blessed that none of the other Paladins had followed him. He takes her in his arms and runs his hands through her hair, until her trembling slows. “I take it, we’re close to the UV room?”

As soundless as ever, she makes her way to a door and gives it a push. It doesn’t budge so she takes her gun out and shoots the lock. There is a mechanical hiss and she pushes again. The view is as sinister and uninviting as she implied. Long and large light bulbs line the ceiling in bars. They decorate the walls as well, but with more space between them. He can see that the tubes he has been following are, indeed, pumping quintessence into the bulbs. The room is like a sauna or, perhaps, an overlarge tanning bed. It is uncomfortably and dangerously humid. The only thing in the room is something akin to a hospital gurney with bloodied straps. A few syringes litter the floor. The UV lights are dim and he hears Acxa mutter something about how it had just been used. He can’t get her to look into the room, much less enter it.

He decides not to push, he doesn’t want to coax her into another episode of sorts. Instead he says, “we need to get out of here and find those prisoners. She has never taken him up on an offer faster.

.oOo.

Walking the rest of the way down the hall, it is clear to her that she has messed up again. She should have stayed behind where she belonged. Heroics weren’t for her. No, she belonged on the villainous side of the battle, she had been of more help to them. Walking is becoming a task, her feet feel so heavy, she is practically dragging them along. The panic attack has drained her already depleted energy reserve. She doesn’t mean to snub Keith and his attempts at conversation, but she doesn’t have the will to uphold it.

She doesn’t have the will to do anything more than wonder how it is that they haven’t run into any guards. Something was terribly wrong. Something…

Something. But her tired mind is having trouble piecing it together. She just knows that she doesn’t trust nor like it.

After a few more right turns, she comes to what she is looking for; a long strip of doors numbered in her mother tongue. They are prison numbers. “Your friend, the one who pilots the green lion, can she hack into the system and get these doors open?”

Keith nods, “she can.”

“Have her do it.”

Keith speaks into his communication device, “Pidge, we found the prisoners but we’re going to need your help to get them out.”

There is a long moment of drawn out silence and a faint, staticky, crackle. “Which one of your friends do you think would like to join the Galra Empire?”

“No.” Keith whispers.

She wishes that they would have just followed her.

“The Altean, perhaps.” The mocking crackle comes again. It is the rasp that gusts through her nightmares. The voice that reaped her of her comfort, her security. That reaped her of herself.

.oOo.

“Acxa, wait!”

She is fast, perhaps not as fast as she used to be, but she is still leagues ahead of him and he is almost certain that she is pushing herself far beyond her limits. She comes to an abrupt stop. As he pants, his eyes fall upon the cause of her sudden halt. Below them is a whole hoard of Galra. They cluster around Haggar and the egg of quintessence like worshipers to a God.

“How many beams, you got left in that gun?”

Acxa peers at it. “It needs charging. It probably has enough power left for one stun.”

He curses to himself. A single stun, not even a killing shot. He fishes around for a gun of his own, but he only has his blades.

“I have an idea.” And before he can ask what it is, she is scaling the beams and rafters on the ceiling, making her way towards the witch. He can’t call for her to come back nor retreat without drawing unwanted attention so he looks on in horror as she carefully climbs to a safe jumping height. He wished that she would have gone at least a little lower, the fall was going to do a number on her ankles. She makes the leap regardless, throwing both she and Haggar to the floor. She is stunned just as well as the woman she had pounced on, but she recovers quicker. A room full of guns land on her but hers is fixed on Haggar.

“The Paladins and the prisoners or the witch dies.”

Keith groans, so she was going to bullshit her way through this one.

The mass of Galra look to Haggar. Acxa holds her in a steely grip, her face startlingly blank. He can see the old Galra her very clearly, and not the one he had come to love. No, he was looking at the woman shot men down in Lotor’s name. This mission was terribly unhealthy for her.

“You fools.” Haggar spits. “Release the Paladins.”

“And the prisoners.”

.oOo.

She hopes that they will hurry, the fatigue is kicking in and she doesn’t know how long she can hold herself up, moreover, hold Haggar steady. The gun grows heavy in her hand. It takes so long for them to assemble the prisoners but Keith confirms that he sees them emerging from the hallway. She wills them to speed it up.

“They are free.” Says one of the guards.

“And the Paladins.”

A few more sets of guards come to the front and push them forward. “Our leader?”

“Not. Yet.” Acxa scoffs. “Keith get down here!” It is not a request and she speaks it openly and loudly. He comes to join them “Lead them back to our ship.”

He nods and motions for his friends and the former captives to follow.

To Haggar, her command is much simpler. “Walk.”

And the witch obliges. The Galra part for them. Her grip is growing weaker as she moves Haggar through the crowd and she hopes with everything she has, that Haggar hasn’t made note of it. They are nearly at their ship and her stamina is nearly at its end.

Still, she is the last to board. And when she does, she has her back to the loading ramp. She doesn’t shove Haggar away until she is in the ship. They abandon the ramp and close the hatch.

And Acxa topples.

#Voltron #Acxa #Keith #Kacxa #Haggar #Pidge #Hunk #Lance #Shiro #Allura #Fanfiction

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blueplanettrash · 6 years

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What if Iverson is Lance's dad but didn't want to be apart of his life????

I just want to say right now; I went off track with this. But I loved the idea of Iverson being Lance’s dad. I wrote this quick, it’s bad, I’m sorry. I’m going to go write another story to make up for this now. I hope you enjoy anyway! ❤️

“I think that it’s time that we talked about some stuff,” Shiro said a short time after Sam departed back to Earth. They turned to him in question, it had been quiet after Sam left; the Holt’s didn’t exactly want to talk about much, Hunk was concerned with Lance and Lance himself was too emotionally drained from before Sam left.

“What about?” Pidge asked glumly. Matt stood beside her, gently rubbing her shoulder in comfort.

“It’s obvious that our lack of communication with our families is affecting us, I think that talking about them would help us bond further as a team and give us something to look forward to when we get back,” he suggested, eyes drifting over the team to gauge their reactions.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Shiro,” Allura said, breaking into their circle.

“I don’t know guys, wouldn’t it make us miss home more?” Hunk asked nervously.

“There’s no harm in trying, if it’s not beneficial to us we don’t have to try again,” Matt reassured them as the rest of them nodded in agreement.

“Excellent, I’ll get the mind meld ready,” Coran stated, twirling his moustache, ready to turn and set up the training room.

“No, no mind meld Coran, we’re going to do this the human way,” Shiro said. At that, the rest of the paladins relaxed, heaving out a relieved sigh.

“Wouldn’t it be more beneficial to use the mind meld? That way nobody would be able to hide anything from each other,” Allura asked in honest confusion.

“It’s not about keeping secrets from each other Princess, this is to help each other get our troubles off our chest, we’ll only share what we want to share,” Shiro explained as the paladins gathered around him closer. “Sometimes it’s better just to talk to people close to us to help with our feelings then let everyone just see what we’re thinking about,”

“Any complaints?” He asked the group. Nobody stepped up and Shiro nodded. “We’ll meet in the lounge in a few then,”

“Does anybody want to start?” Shiro asked looking around the circle. After a few moments of no one wanting to step forward, Lance silently raised his hand and scooted forward.

“Well, I have two brothers and two sisters, Mark and Maria are both older than me and Caleb and Sophie are younger than me, they’re also twins,”

“So you’re a middle child,” Pidge huffed with a smile. “It makes so much sense,”

“Shut up,” he pouted. “We live with my mom, grandpa and grandma and my dad stays at the Garrison,”

“Why is your dad at the Garrison?”

“He’s an instructor there,” he revealed somewhat hesitantly.

“Wait, really!? Did we ever have him?” Pidge asked, sitting up straighter. Lance sighed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

“I really don’t want to talk about it guys,”

“Why? Do we hate him or something? Are you guys not close? Hunk rambled

“No we are, just, when he was working we didn’t seem close, you wouldn’t know that we’re father and son,” he admitted quickly.

“I don’t remember any McClains though,” Keith hummed in thought.

“I applied under my mom’s maiden name,”

“Aww man, that’s not fair, we can’t even try to figure it out now,” Hunk whined.

“Maybe I don’t want you to figure it out,” Lance growled, curling up on himself.

“Back off guys, clearly he doesn’t want to talk about it anymore so leave him be,” Shiro cut in sternly. They sat back, mumbling out apologizes in Lance’s direction but he wasn’t listening anymore.

He didn’t want anyone on board to know who his dad was; pretty much everyone on board was very vocal about their hate for Iverson; especially Keith. He couldn’t exactly blame them but he was completely different when he wasn’t teaching.

Before he attended the Garrison he told his dad that he wanted to keep it a secret. He really wanted to make friends that weren’t just nice to him because he was the Commander’s son.

Obviously, he couldn’t be biased towards Lance either, just because he was his kid. He had heard many stories of people getting away with hideous things just because their parent was a high ranking official in some way or another. He remembered the week or so before he left for the Garrison, talking to his dad on the phone.

“Just because I’m the Commander, don’t think that you can get away with things. I’m going to treat you just the same as any student during class. You’re going to address me as Sir, just like any other student during class, got it?”

“Yeah, I got it,”

“Good,” he paused for a few moments. “I’m glad that you’re coming out here, I don’t get to see you as much as I want to,”

“We miss you too dad,”

Sure sometimes he could get a little hurtful during an assessment, but let’s be real; they were being drilled for the military. Military space travel to be exact, if he can’t take a little heat for something as dumb as not being able to work as a team, how would he deal with taking someone else’s admonishments. He would admit that the little stunt of threading the needle when he should have been taking a safer route was a bit irresponsible.

It didn’t change the fact that the last conversation he had with his dad was him yelling about his failure in the simulator. Usually, he would call him back and talk him through his mistakes after they were done but he was called away on other business; which happened to be Shiro crash landing in the middle of the desert.

He didn’t know what happened to him; it’s not like he kept tabs on Lance all the time. What if he saw him on the bike heading towards Keith’s shack? What if he saw him in the tent rescuing Shiro? What if he thought it was his fault that Lance went missing?

Every question that he asked himself bounced around in his head. What if mom blamed him too? Oh God, he wanted to go home now.

“Lance?” He shook his head and looked over at Shiro who was sending him a concerned expression. “Are you okay?”

“Actually I think I’m going to head in for the night, I’m not feeling too hot,” he sighed, pushing himself up.

“Well, okay then,” Shiro trailed off as Lance walked to the doors.

“Feel better Lance,” Hunk called as he walked over the threshold. He waved back at them as the doors shut before letting out a long sigh and walking back to his room.

It was never easy thinking about home. He missed his house, he missed his family, he missed his friends. It was even harder trying to think about what they were doing. He couldn’t imagine that his dad was taking his disappearance too well; he didn’t think that any of his family would be but he couldn’t imagine the pressure of keeping his post while he was going to be mourning as well.

He tried to push away as many memories as he could to solely focus on finishing the war and getting back home. It seemed that everyone shared the sentiment and point their nose to the grind to help Lotor secure his throne so they could leave everything to him.

Lance was happy to say that he had been wrong about Lotor and when they finally asked if they could go home; Allura and Lotor smiled at each other and dismissed them from their duty.

They weren’t ashamed to say that they had burst into tears at the statement. They always knew that they weren’t prisoners but at the same time, they felt like they had a responsibility to protect the universe when it couldn’t protect itself.

Allura ended up relinquishing the ownership of the lions to their paladins. At first, they were surprised at the turn of the events but she only smiled and said that she doubted that they would let them off the ship without them. Thankfully, he was back in Blue since Keith returned to the team on his mother’s advice.

“What are we waiting for!?” He suddenly burst out in excitement. At that they all ran down to the hangers, suiting up and readying their lions. They shot out into space, hovering around the Castle as Allura prepared a wormhole for them.

“I’m sad to see you go, paladins,” she admitted in the silence of space.

“Don’t worry Allura, I doubt this will be the last time that we meet,” Shiro said happily. The wormhole growing in front of the Castle.

“If you’re ever in our solar system, give us a call!” Lance cheered before ploughing into the wormhole. Just like the first time they went through, they appeared at the edge of Kerberos. Quickly Shiro patched into the Garrison frequencies and relayed their position and to not attack.

Unlike before, the Lions took their time getting back to Earth and the paladins watched in awe as they passed the planets. Being in their own solar system put everything they had just done in perspective. They never thought that they would be going anywhere near another solar system, they never thought that they would meet other intelligent life in their lifetime. They did so much more than that though, they became the figures that everyone depended on.

As the lions flew around each other, happily corkscrewing to the surface, they could see the instructors of the Garrison lined up outside the building. They didn’t have any weapons drawn, they just watched as they gently touched down to the ground. Even though they didn’t patch through, they expected maybe a tank or something to intimidate them or something.

“Is anyone else confused?” Keith asked as the lions crouched down, their maws opening to release their paladins.

“If they try anything, the Lions won’t allow it,” Shiro affirmed, stepping out of Black’s mouth, his helmet covering his head. The rest of them followed suit, lining up orderly in front of their lions.

Tears welled up in Lance’s eyes as he saw his father sternly looking down on them in assessment. It became too much and he swiftly pulled his helmet off and sprinted towards him with a cry.

“DAD!” He called, a faint wobble in his voice. It only took a split second for the realization to sink in and Iverson was bounding forward as well, his features slack in disbelief.

He crashed into the solid warm mass of his dad and clutched on for dear life.

“Lance? Is that really you?” He asked quietly, pulling back slightly to pat at his face as if someone were wearing a disguise to fool him.

“It’s really me, dad,” he confirmed with a small smile. His jaw clenched and his face scrunched up as he pulled Lance into a tighter hug. As Lance’s arms reached around to clutch at the familiar Garrison uniform, they dissolved into sobs. Their lost family had been returned to them and they couldn’t be more relieved.

“Where did you go?” Iverson asked, rocking the both of them gently as they tried to calm each other down. Lance sighed and snuggled further into the hug.

“It’s a long story dad,”

After he had calmed down and the paladins were given a place to rest, as expected the questions started. He didn’t think the first one would come from Keith though.

“I punched your dad?”

“You punched my dad,”

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azurehyn · 6 years

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I can't be the only one who doesn't trust Romelle as far as I can throw her

And while I do work out a lot, I can't throw another human-sized being anywhere, so that just goes to show how little I trust anything she says

Like, so many people turned on Lotor SO FUCKING FAST AND Y'ALL LIKE TOTALLY IGNORE A BUNCH OF REASONS WHY YOU FUCKING SHOULD NOT. Here's a few I can think off the top of my head and I think have been mentioned by others before:

Romelle is the only Altean that Keith and Krolia found wherever 'there' is. Sister I ain't gonna trust your story of hundreds of Alteans being alive when all I see is you.

EXACTLY HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK HAGGAR WOULD NOT HAVE KNOWN ABOUT THEM? This is honestly the most suspicious thing. Look, Haggar sensed Altean energy way back in the first episode, idk if it was somehow Allura (highly doubtful), if it was the Blue Lion and residual Altean quintessence in her (btw, idk about everyone else but I am all for Lance being possibly Altean because 1) the Blue Lion wormholed to Arus yet the Castle, which had much more stored up quintessence than Blue did, couldn't do the same when Allura wasn't there? and 2) if anyone of you have seen me asking about why Lance didn't mention his dad in s5, THIS IS WHY I DID THAT. We still don't know exactly how Blue actually ended up on Earth guys. What if Lance's dad is maybe Altean, and Alfor got him to take Blue somewhere far from Zarkon's reach? And then just like Krolia, he fell in love with Lance's human mom?

Anyways back to my point. Haggar sensed a surge of Altean energy from wherever the fuck she was at the time, FROM EARTH (or Arus, I don't remember when she sensed it if it was from Allura waking up from cryosleep or the Blue Lion). Is it so far out of the realm of possibility that Haggar, in the TEN THOUSAND YEARS (I think it's 10k years? Maybe? Not sure, but it's definitely been a longass time) hasn't ever had an inkling as to the fact that Lotor saved those Alteans?

Can we please not forget about the rift. THE RIFT. THE ONE WHERE THOSE EVIL CREATURES CAME OUT OF? HAGGAR/HONERVA WAS CORRUPTED BY THAT QUINTESSENCE, and then Lotor was born. Idk if she was pregnant when she went into the rift, but even if she wasn't, it's highly likely that Lotor was in turn affected by that corruption. With this season we know now that Lotor is probably around actually thousands of years old, so imagine what that must have been doing to him all that time. (btw I think the story of the next few seasons might centre around those creatures and focus on alternate realities more? I have to rewatch to be sure of this, but were we ever shown those creatures were properly defeated and there is no chance of them coming out of whatever asscrack in space they crawled out from)

I saw someone (I don't remember who) mention that Haggar might have actually known about the colony of Alteans and Romelle could possibly be a clone. Clones are obvs a definite thing now (yes hello Kuron) so it's not too difficult to imagine that Haggar could have found her way in and cloned one or some of them for yknow future purposes cuz you can never have too many clones

This is all I can think up rn, this post wasn't even supposed to be that long. But I'd also like to say something to people hating on Allura: yes, I firmly believe she made a mistake in attacking Lotor instead of listening to what he had to say. This isn't the first time she's instantly chosen to side with Altea over a truth that's right in front of her. We still don't know much about Romelle and the colony, so I could be proven wrong and there's nothing wrong with Romelle (cue massive eyeroll till I see the back of my skull), but what if there is something wrong with it all? In the alternate reality, Allura believed those crazy Alteans on the basis of them being Alteans. That is it. That is the only reason. She realized the error of her ways obviously, but clearly she hasn't LEARNED from her mistake, as so painfully showcased with Lotor. She should have listened to him instead of whipping him over her shoulder like a damn sack of potatoes without giving him a chance to explain himself.

BUT THIS DOESN'T MAKE HER A BAD PERSON/CHARACTER. If anything, it makes her more realistic because she's FLAWED. Allura is still inherently a good person, and she does what she thinks is right, and she fights for the freedom of the universe and to honour her father. However, if that was all that there is to Allura, she'd be a Mary Sue -AND SHE IS NOT. While I don't like that her flaw is her blindspot to her destroyed home and choosing Alteans (whether right or wrong) over everything else, I still like that she has this facet to her that makes her more multidimensional and more real.

One more thing: I, as someone who actually doesn't really care either way for Allura, would like to say that Y'ALL CAN GO EAT SOME HORSE SHIT IF YOU LIKE BASHING ON HER AND HATING ON HER FOR RELYING ON LANCE WHEN SHE'S IN A BAD PLACE. None of you can tell me you wouldn't have fallen for Lotor (I'm that one person online who lurks and watches everything going on but never comments, this is my first time speaking up about my thoughts, I only ever write fics, so I have seen y'all's thirsty comments hmm), and Allura I think was(is?) legitimately in love with Lotor, and like aforementioned, her flaw in blindly trusting Alteans over everything else caused her to turn on him, because what's been said against him IS pretty damning. She's in an emotionally unstable place right now after being seemingly betrayed, and Lance AS A DAMN GOOD PERSON was there for her when she needed someone. I'm a Klance shipper but honestly you can see him hugging her however you want, but don't invalidate Allura's pain over what happened to them all by hounding on her and saying she's only looking at Lance only as a rebound instead of him being the friend (as of the moment) she needs.

Thanks for listening to my all-over-the-place bullshitting ranting TED Talk

Edit: just for clarification, I'm not saying Romelle is an explicitly bad character, and I didnt make this post to 'praise Allura' (as I've said, I don't really care for Allura either way, and I do not like what she did in not allowing Lotor the chance to explain himself, and yes I agree Lotor has done something horrific but at the same time he should have gotten the chance to bloody speak), I made this post to say I don't exactly trust Romelle. We didn't see her for very long, and she may prove to be just an innocent person in the upcoming seasons, but at the same time again we didn't see her for very long so we don't have much clue. These are just my thoughts on why I don't trust her, especially as trust has been shown to be something used against the team quite a number of times now, especially with Lotor's betrayal.

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Reflections... 2

A sorta-semi-set of sequels to This Post and the Fics Therein

Bamf!

Cosmo A Good Boy!

Can I have a word...?

Matthew Holt Seeks Answers

Bamf!

Hunger. Scent of food. Not best food. Good food. Cosmo gets best food from Large Nervous-Happy of the Keith-Pack. Alpha Female of Keith-Pack also made good food. On the biggest smell ever, long time away, Cosmo and Keith both fed by Alpha Female. Alpha Female gave good pats and tickles. Gave Love. Called Cosmo Good Boy. Large Nervous-Happy still make best food. Let Cosmo take food. Trust Cosmo. Large Nervous-Happy nice. Large Nervous-Happy busy with not-food. Large Nervous-Happy extra happy. Cosmo sniffs. Yes. Large Nervous-Happy is busy with mate, Grey And Smiles Soft Pats. Staring at sky, tickle-pat-rub-parts together, Large Nervous Happy and Grey And Smiles Soft Pats smell happiest together. They share food. Mouth and mouth close.

BAMF! Cosmo goes somewhere else.

One Eye Head Pat sits and noises with other long talls. One Eyed Head Pat looks away from food. Cosmo lips licked. One Eye Head Pat friendly to Cosmo. Cosmo looks. Checks. Cosmo takes the hot meat. Smells good. Tastes better! Cosmo’s hot meat now! One Eye Head Pat makes the happy HA! Noises.

BAMF! Cosmo goes somewhere else.

High place. Air smell good. Cosmo eat the hot meat, tearing. Someone comes closer. Cosmo looks. Smells friend. Orange Face Fuzz of Keith-Pack, reaches and pats. Tickle-rubs head. Makes noises. “Mmamamamamaa Cosmo! amamAMAmmma!” Happy smelling Orange Face Fuzz. Bad smell too. Sad smell. “Mmememeeaa...” Soft noises, sad noises, “Mmmmmnnm, mnmman...” Looking to Love Smell Small One of Keith Pack. Love Smell Small One likes Cosmo. Gives many cuddles. Lets lick. Good pack mate. Still Love Smell, but sad smell too. Orange Face Fuzz goes. Cosmo snaps down hot meat. Cosmo sniffs. Bad Smell. Smell Sad. Cosmo Sad. Cosmo go closer, nuzzles Love Smell Small One. Love Smell Small One so sad. Whining Cosmo nuzzles. Cosmo give soft licks.

“Mmllmm Cosmo...” Love Smell Small One eyes leak. Cosmo licks away. “Maml! Mmmp!! Cosmo!!” Smell Happy! Smell sad again... Cosmo stop. “Mmmm... Nnn mmmnlll...” Love Smell Small One breathes out hard, “Mmmnnll llll... Hhh... love mmmn... Hhh love mmmn...”

Cosmo think. Sad. Love. Need closest pack? Need closest pack. Nuzzles Love Smell Small One, sniffs. Sniffs harder.

BAMF! Cosmo goes somewhere else. Cosmo sniffs. Same litter near. Long Scruffy Tall One, not Keith-Pack, same litter Love Smell Small One. Looks, goes back and away with high noise. “Cosmo!! Nmmnlll!! Nammmall...” Cosmo nuzzle, push to tickle-pat-rub-parts. Long Scruffy Tall One tickles ears. Nice Long Scruffy Tall One!

BAMF! Cosmo and Long Scruffy Tall One go somewhere else. Long Scruffy Tall One smell afraid. Love Smell Small One eyes still leaking. “MmmmllmM...?” Long Scruffy Tall One sits, smell sad now. Love Smell Small One cuddles. Sad. Both sad... Cosmo sad... Cosmo bad... Love Smell Small One looks. Sunshine coloured eyes. Still sad, “Good Boy, Cosmo...” Curly mouth thing, not a growl. Small happy smell. Long Scruffy Tall One makes noises, “Good Boy, Cosmo...” Cosmo happy. Pats and tickles. Tail swooshes. Cosmo stay. Cosmo cuddle Love Smell Small One. Love Smell Small One, Long Scruffy Tall One make many noises. Cosmo cuddles. Cosmo sleepy.

Cosmo good boy.

[Writing from a Non-Human POV whilst still keeping it understandable from a human POV isn’t easy...]

Can I Have a Word...?

Last night was a kick in the teeth, that much was for sure. Suddenly finding yourself teleported, yeah that was strange. Also something he and Dad and Katie would have to study in great detail at some point. Not just the fact it was possible but possible as an innate ability of a creature!? His mind was already struggling with the implications...or... Or it would have been. The real problem was finding his sister, curled up into herself in the cold night air. Tear streaked face clutching at his heart. The Universe was in such a mess since they’d disappeared, it only made sense it would get to her. But, that was only part of it he soon learned. The other part, seemingly more potent and frustrating than she’d let it get before, all fell at the feet of a single paladin. Maybe two, strictly speaking.

Though, given everything Katie had explained it made no sense. The three year gap was an effect of time dilation. On the journey home, which proved far shorter than anyone had predicted, they seemed distant from one another. At least, that’s how it looked from the outside looking in. Maybe there was something going on secretly she had no clue about...? That was her theory. She had a lot of theories about it. When she had explained the shared dream, a game show hosted by an all powerful being... Called Bob of all things... It sounded like the edge of insanity. He knew her better than she realised. He paid attention. And that was eye opening. He had risked his life to defend her. When the seating arrangements for the lions had been arranged, he gave her the longest time alone and in peace... She had even heard him explaining his Bayard’s higher functions, the ones she had explained to him. Their game nights. Their shared moments of home sickness and mutual comfort... It all seemed, impossibly, to be coming to that point she had dreamed of... And that was when Matt realised as she’d explained between growls of frustration and desperate tears... Katie was desperately in love with an idiot. He asked as much and she confirmed, “Yeah...” She’d whispered, almost shamefully, “I love him...”

She had seen something though. Something that perhaps had happened more than she was willing to admit. More than she’d been willing to see. A moment between them that perhaps should have been private. Come back safe... They had both said. It was unmistakable. Even Veronica could see it, that it was mutual. That it was, in short, love... So the McClain sister had said. Loudly. Repeatedly. Yet always out of earshot of The Princess and her Admirer.

He couldn’t speak for Allura and couldn’t presume to know how she was feeling or thinking. All he did know was that at one point, by his own observation, Allura had not been remotely interested in Lance romantically. Lance had been jealous, protective...almost viciously so, just when he and Allura had first met. Sure, that Matt back then had been super extra about meeting a pretty princess and he’d grown since then... But Lance’s reaction of naked hatred... That wasn’t healthy...

According to Katie, Allura and Emperor Lotor were practically picking out the wedding cake... Or at least, figuring out the political viability of such an alliance... So, from their perspective, a few weeks, a month or two at most had passed... He couldn’t imagine moving on from the love of your life to your not-so-secret persistent admirer in such a short space of time. That was before factoring in the additional trauma of turns out he was feeding on the souls of Altean Children. How could someone get over that...? Especially so soon...? Maybe it was an Altean thing...? Allura was an unknown variable...

But Katie wasn’t stupid. She wasn’t prone to misreading a situation. If she was thinking, hoping, noticing something growing between her and Lance... Then it wasn’t for nothing. It wasn’t based on nothing. She would have painfully analysed, observed, collated data. She would have found ways to account for her own bias and the observer effect. Her mind was incredible even by Holt standards. The only way she could be getting this impression was if Lance was making her think it was legitimate.

So, Matt was resolved. He wasn’t about to intervene and change the idiot’s mind. He’d been persistent, nice and supportive at all the right times and it seems it had paid off. Maybe the two of them would be happy, maybe not. Honestly he didn’t care one way or the other. What he cared about was Katie. Katie, incredible and strong willed Katie, who only wanted time to move on... She couldn’t and shouldn’t be forced to deal with any more confusion. The elder Holt sibling laid a heavy hand upon the young man’s shoulder, pulling him away firmly from the repairs he had been conducting on a Garrison Land Vehicle. Matt was frankly surprised he knew what he was doing. Lance met his eyes with confusion at first then a small smile. Matt responded with a command, phrased as a question. “Can I have a word...?” His tone tomb cold. “Sure!” The oblivious kid smirked back, carelessly hurling a tool back into a box, “What’s up? You and your Dad and Pidge giving the Lions an upgrade? You founf a way we can combine with the Atlas...?”

“No Lance. That’s not exactly as high a priority as saving the rest of the population...” Matt sighed, walking the two of them further from prying eyes and curious ears. “I only want to say this once. Don’t hurt my sister.”

Lance’s expression was one of utter confusion, “Say wha...?” He frowned, “Hurt Pidge...? She’s like my best friend, there’s no way I’d hurt her...”

“Best friend, right...?” Matt’s grip on Lance’s shoulder tightened, “And you’ve never...implied she might be anything else to you...?” Realisation flared in the young man’s eyes, “Woah! Woah! I’ve never flirted with Pidge dude, that’d be weird! Didn’t I just say? My best friend!” Lance pulled away from Matt’s grasp, “I’m not about to risk that by flirting with her! I mean, c’mon, she’s Pidge! She’s smart and awesome and unstoppable and she deserves way better than this goofball... So no, you can relax... I don’t want to lose my best friend by being me... Honestly Matt, I’d sooner hurt myself than see her hurt... So there’s no way I’d want to hurt her...” His gaze feel away from Matt’s, “Can I... Can I get back to what I was doing...?”

Matt nodded silently as Lance, bewildered and seemingly hurt, wandered away. Guess it wasn’t going to be so simple after all. “That idiot...” Matt seethed, “He doesn’t even realise does he...?” Kicking the dust of the desert hard against armoured boot, Matt rolled his eyes, “He doesn’t even realise he loves her...”

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