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[phiixomath]

13. steam

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lance grins as far as his mask allows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you talking about?"

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

"What the fuck? That's still there?"

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

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

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

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

[phiixomath]

02. movie

masterlist.

The movie is halfway through by the time Lance finishes with his shower and skincare routine. He slips into the viewing room, quietly as he can, toward his usual seat beside Keith on the couch. Keith's arm slung across the back, and it feels almost inviting with the way he's pushed against the arm of the couch, sitting relaxed with one knee drawn to his chest and the other folded under him, his intent gaze softened under the glimmer of the projection.

Lance slides in next to him. He sighs from the immediate warmth but Keith's so engrossed in the film it takes him a second before he glances to his side. When he does, his lips quirk in a smile. He undoubtedly sees the stretch of couch Lance has left untouched but shifts so Lance can lean into his chest. 

Lance has gotten almost expectant of their routine: Keith will wait for a moment where everyone else is present though occupied, perhaps even distantly aware of the pair's close proximity, before he'll gain the courage and initiate contact. Lance guessed he'd prefer being in one of their rooms, someplace no one besides Lance is there to see him at his most loving, but it's almost like he becomes shier when it's just the two of them.

They haven't told the others yet—partly because there's nothing to tell, and partly because... well, there's nothing to tell. They're still Lance and Keith, and, if Lance were to guess again, he'd wager most of the team can see the way they feel about each other. Or, at the least, the way Keith feels about him. The guy isn't nearly as subtle as he believes himself to be; Lance enters the room and Keith instantly brightens to the point it's a little funny how huge a confidence boost it is. They train together frequently enough to climb the leaderboard, always end up being the first or last in a room together, pair up for every mission, and sit next to each other at meals.

In fact, it was during a meal when Keith first reached out.

Everyone was eating, idly talking. Pidge brought up a function they'd discovered in the Altean technology they were messing about with. The team listened in fascination, and while Lance, too, paid attention, he also needed a way to expend excess energy and thus took great pleasure in poking and prodding Keith's hip under the table. Keith wasn't irritated, but Lance knew he was at least somewhat ticklish. He bit back a smile every time Keith shut his eyes to keep from bursting, swore he could hear the mental repetition of 'patience yields focus patience yields focus patience yields focus' until he finally grabbed one of Lance's hands. Keith raised an eyebrow as if to challenge Lance from protesting, but all he could do was stare back wide-eyed.

The others snickered at Keith holding their hands somewhat awkwardly in mid-air, but the topic was quickly pivoted to the upcoming mission. Lance averted his gaze from Keith's, as well as the plethora of questioning and suggestive looks Hunk and Pidge threw their way, and Keith dropped their hands under the table, well out of the team's view.

They might've seen the resulting whirlwind of emotions play out on Lance's face, but what they didn't see was Keith slowly lacing their fingers together. Lance momentarily froze before he remembered Shiro was still talking and that he needed to, at the least, look like he was paying attention. 

They'd held hands before, during a mission or training session, pulling the other up when he fell, got injured, or when their hands brushed and Lance had to pretend it wasn't as monumental as it was and remain on task. In this case, listen to Coran relay the most important cultural norms of today's target planet, though all attempts to do so were thrown out the window the moment Lance feels Keith's hand adjust around his. Like he was consciously thinking about Lance. Like he meant for their hands to stay together. It might've been that he just didn't want to let go and risk Lance going back to poking him, but... that just didn't seem to be the message from the way Keith held him.

Biting his lip, Lance took a peek. 

Keith appeared much the same—far less affected than Lance was certain he himself looked—but, upon closer inspection, wore a soft smile. Lance stilled, uncaring whether the others would look their way again, until Keith looked back. His eyes met Lance's and his ears reddened, though his hand stayed in Lance's. Lance found himself grinning back, just in time to nod in agreement when Allura asked for their stance on the current plan of action. 

Later, after they reconvened in front of the hangars, Keith approached him again. 

"Hey."

"Hey," Lance responded, feeling his heart quicken as Keith moved closer. "We're all good, right? I'll get in with the help of your handprint, work my magic with the ambassador, while everyone dismantles the warship that's set to depart tomorrow." Keith nodded. He listened with his head tilted and it felt particularly disarming, except for when he glanced downward. Lance raised his eyebrows like Keith had when they regained eye contact, only this time clearly teasing. Keith suppressed a smile but looked down again and this time Lance followed. His expression was earnest when his hand twitched toward Lance's. 

Is that really what this is about? Lance thought, reaching forward.

He brushed Keith's fingers with his and, once again, felt the air rush from his lungs when Keith solidly clasped his hand. His expression turned to one of determination and Lance pursed his lips from how adorable it was. 

"What?" Keith asked, his voice mesmerisingly low. Lance shook his head, eyes darting around the hangar. The others didn't pay them any mind, they stood in various huddles a few feet away, but Lance felt positively exposed from his smile and the laugh threatening to spill from his lips. Keith was also starting to look amused. He chuckled when Lance swung their hands to try and distract from the heat climbing his neck. 

"Ready, everyone?" Despite everything, Lance half-expected Keith to snatch his hand away when Shiro turned to address them. Instead, he separated only after a squeeze, barely moving a foot further as Shiro re-briefed everyone. Lance felt unbelievably light.

His stomach swooped, much the same way it does now as he sinks against Keith's chest and shimmies so he’s cozily facing the screen. The residual tension from today's mission uncoils from his shoulders, no match for Keith's pleasant, furnace-like warmth seeping in from his chest and the arm he's crossed over Lance. 

Keith clears his throat and Lance looks up at him in question. Keith must assume he’s uncomfortable because he shifts again, this time bringing his leg out from under and moving it to Lance's side so, when Lance leans against him again, they're pressed even closer than before. Keith sucks in a sharp breath. Lance resists looking anywhere but straight ahead until he's confident his heart isn't racing.

“Are you okay?" He whispers. Keith hums. 

"I'm good." He brings his arm back around Lance and relaxes ever so slightly. "This is nice, but I have to say you're freezing." 

"Not everyone can be an oven of a human." 

"Oh, am I too hot? I can—" 

"No, no, no." Keith makes to get up but falls back when Lance doesn't budge. Lance blushes, grateful at least that the others are out of earshot. "Uh, you're good, just—" He cranes his neck, stuttering when his nose strokes the underside of Keith's jaw. 

"What?" 

"Do you wanna go to my room?" It surprises even Lance when he blurts it out. Keith blinks, his expression unreadable under the faint glow of the projection, but his eyes are focused on Lance's and it compels him to continue. "It's nothing bad! I just think we should talk, you know?" Keith slowly starts to nod. 

"Okay." 

"Yeah?" Lance sits up, eyes searching Keith where he can. 

"Yeah, let's go." He starts to smile. "You sure you don't want to finish the movie?"

"I've barely been watching." That prompts a laugh and Lance joins in, breathlessly. 

Lance gets up first, pulling at the edges of his shirt. He catches Hunk's eye and bites back a smile. His questioning frown quickly turns into an exaggerated gaping jaw when Keith stands up, too, and they scuttle out of the viewing room before he can ask any questions.

It's surreal, stepping out into the castle during its night shift, like leaving theatres back on Earth and feeling like something had shifted. The door gently whooshes closed behind them but they linger in the hallway. He's rooted to the floor when he turns around and sees Keith, his hair disheveled from the repeated rearrangements on the couch, his incisors peeking past his lip, eyes shimmering under the pulsing lights. Lance lets himself beam and takes a step toward him, unable to look away. 

Before Keith can do or say anything, he offers his hand. Keith chuckles and gladly takes it. 

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary day 2 #fluffbruary 2023 #phixxfics #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #fluff #hand holding #so much hand holding #this really got away from me but i hope you like it! #reblogs are always appreciated <3

[phiixomath]

fluffbruary '23 masterlist

velvet (ao3)

"I missed you too.” His hand tightens where it's held in Lance’s and he glances down, expression returning to the pensive one he’s worn all evening. "Like you wouldn't believe.” 

movie (ao3)

They might've seen the resulting whirlwind of emotions play out on Lance's face, but what they didn't see was Keith slowly lacing their fingers together. Lance momentarily froze before he remembered Shiro was still talking and that he needed to, at the least, look like he was paying attention.

rest (ao3)

Lance swims to him, coming up so close their noses brush, and makes him gasp just as he’s about to regain his breath. He doesn’t draw away and instead reaches out to push away the stray hair plastered to Keith’s cheeks, stopping and searching Keith’s face with a mystified expression. 

routine (ao3)

He puts on his eye mask and headphones then settles in, wraps his arms around Keith, and shuts his eyes. When he itches to pick up his holo-pad again, he distracts himself by softly tapping a rhythm on Keith’s back along to the music, but sleep doesn’t come. 

sunrise (ao3)

Hunk pulls aside the curtain and is immediately accosted by a flood of bright light. He freezes at the same time Lance does, eyes wide as plates. "Shit.”

steam (ao3)

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

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2023 #fluffbruary masterlist #masterlist #phixxfics #klance #voltron #vld

[phiixomath]

01. velvet

masterlist.

"Now this is what I'm talking about," Lance says, settling back on the plush bed with a satisfied sigh. He hears Keith's responding chuckle, along with the soft click of the hotel room door, and props himself up to see the former Red Paladin shuffle into the room, unable to hold back a grin at the sight of Keith looking like he’s been swaddled in layers and layers of formal winter clothes. 

Keith’s movements slow when he takes a moment to look around the room, processing the sprawling velvet-covered canopy bed, the floating lanterns that emanate light in impercefptibly shifting hues, and his expression turns into one of awe. He looks down and shares a smile with Lance, and Lance burrows deeper into the duvet to hide his fond grin. He hums once he’s comfortable and the lighting shifts to a deep blue. 

"Miss the royal treatment?" Keith asks, amused. He gestures to Lance's feet and Lance eagerly lifts them so Keith can take off his heavy boots. 

"No, I—oh my God, that’s so much better.” Keith's smile widens. Lance cranes his neck to catch it before letting his head flop back onto one of the pillows. He raises a hand to give Keith the fistful of hairpins and gold-plated jewellery he's already extracted and runs quick hands through his curls to find any remaining strays. “I just missed having an actual bed. Maybe I should apologise to Shiro for all the jokes about his back pain ‘cause, believe me, I get it now.” 

Lance suddenly holds his hand up again. Keith's brow furrows when he sees it's not holding anything and he opens his mouth to ask, when Lance reaches forward and laces their fingers together. "I missed you, too." 

Keith’s smile turns wistful. 

"Me too.” His hand tightens where it's held in Lance’s and he glances down, expression returning to the pensive one he’s worn all evening. "Like you wouldn't believe.” 

It’s sobering, and Lance finds he can no longer stand the distance. He sits up and takes both of Keith’s hands in his, pulling him closer until he’s standing between Lance's legs and helping ease off the heavy overcoat still hanging from his shoulders. 

Fighting the urge to ask the million questions he wants to, Lance instead revels in his warmth and gently tugs on his hand, making him further soften and fall with him as he makes sure to shake off his shoes and Lance makes sure to shift so that, when they're lying down, Keith's chin rests on his chest. Keith’s arms loop tightly around Lance. He shudders pleasantly once Keith draws him closer by the waist so they’re pressed flush. 

Their hands stay clasped. Lance whispers “I love you” and the room bathes in amber, all the questions dying on his lips when Keith surges forward to meet them.

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary day 1 #fluffbruary 2023 #klance #vld #voltron #phixxfics #keith kogane #lance mcclain #in my head this is during the voyage back home. they stop for a busy schedule and keith's coming back from a blade mission or smthn #also. velvet is barely mentioned but it's for the VIBE okay!!!! please understand lol #anyhow i hope you enjoyed! #reblogs are very much appreciated funky friends :)

[phiixomath]

bits and pieces #2 ˎˊ˗ untitled wip

#vld #voltron #klance #lance mcclain #hunk garrett #pidge gunderson #keith kogane #phixxfics #bits and pieces

[phiixomath]

08. sunrise

“So, then—wait.” Lance groans, trying to lift his arm from under Keith’s sleeping head. He chuckles and relents when Keith doesn’t budge and his head simply lolls onto his shoulder. “Shit, can you help me move him? My arm’s falling asleep,” he whispers, making sure not to wake him. Hunk, laying beside him, lifts his head. 

“Whoa, he’s asleep?” 

Lance nods, rubbing his bleary eyes, as Hunk reaches across. He gently lifts Keith’s side and Lance pulls his arm out from under him. He adjusts so he can comfortably curl around his back as he turns to face Hunk with a smile.

“Better?” Hunk lowers his voice.

Lance nods, stifling a yawn with his fist. “What were you saying?” 

Hunk sighs. “Dude. It’s getting late.” He glances back at Keith and then knowingly at Lance. “We should probably sleep, too.”

“No, come on! It’s been so long.”

“You just yawned! You’re gonna fall asleep any second now.”

“Just, like twenty more minutes.” 

“Ugh, fine. Don’t complain when you’re this close to passing out the entire meeting tomorrow.” Hunk grumbles. He sits up to stretch and crack his knuckles. 

“What are you doing?” Lance asks when Hunk pulls aside the covers and stands. 

“I wanna get up for a second, stretch my legs.” Lance hums. He flips onto his stomach so he can watch Hunk. A smile pulls at his lips when Hunk gets his bearings and slides his feet into slippers where he can find them in the dark. He ambles toward the other side of the room and Lance frowns, twisting around to try and see the time on the bedside table’s clock. He squints.

“Hey, can you open the curtains a bit? We need some light in here.” 

“One sec.” Hunk pulls aside the curtain and is immediately accosted by a flood of bright light. “Jesus.” 

He freezes at the same time Lance does, eyes wide as plates. 

“Shit.”

“Oh my God.” 

“Shit,” Lance mumbles again. He dissolves into giggles and stuffs his hand in his mouth to prevent his laughter from being heard. Hunk stomps back over to the bed and grabs his shoulders. “I’m sorry!” He wheezes before Hunk has a chance to say anything. 

“You—” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I thought we still had time.” Lance bites back a smile when Hunk almost breaks then quickly regains his composure. 

“We have a meeting in one hour.” He weakly shakes Lance one last time then loosens his hold. He drops back onto the bed and moves Lance’s arm so he can use it as a pillow. Lance grins, stifling another yawn that turns into a laugh when Hunk says, “When Shiro asks, you’re explaining to him the reason all of us are exhausted is because we stayed awake listening to Keith’s theories about alien cryptids then your strongly-opinionated rant on our chant.” 

“Got it.” Lance smiles. He strokes Hunk’s back when he turns to rest his head on Lance’s chest, sandwiching him between himself and Keith. “Goodnight?”

“Goodnight.” Hunk grumbles after a bit. Lance chuckles, ruffling his hair a bit. “Love you.”

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary day 8 #fluffbruary 2023 #klance #vld #voltron #phixxfics #keith kogane #lance mcclain #hunk garett #look i need more qp hunk lance and keith #this isn't really it but ... i'm getting there lol

[phiixomath]

07. routine

masterlist.

"Lance." Keith's voice is muffled from mumbling against Lance's chest. "It's like four. I'm begging you, put down the holo-pad." Lance hums, half-listening. Keith sighs. He adjusts so at least one of them is lying down more comfortably, and sprawls on top of Lance, with one leg thrown over his hips and an arm over across his shoulder—definitely not an ideal working position, but so’s working in bed in the first place, he’d argue—and Lance gently moves it so he can see the screen more clearly. 

After a few minutes of incessant clicking and scrolling, Keith takes a deep breath and lifts his head. He grimaces from the sudden harsh light that emits from the device and weakly glares, or rather, squints at Lance until he looks back. He bites his lip in guilt. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Look, I just have one last thing." 

“You’ve said that like fifty times already.” 

“I just need to check one last thing about this—” 

Keith groans. He lets his chin fall onto Lance’s chest and Lance huffs fondly, pausing in his reading to run a reassuring hand through Keith’s hair. He leaves it there to rest and smiles crookedly. 

“Give me a minute, I’ll be done after that.” 

“How much can you possibly have left? I know you’ve memorised everything that you need to and, besides,” Keith continues, drawing himself up to look Lance in the eyes. “You’re exhausted. You need sleep more than anything.” 

Lance looks conflicted but nods, much to Keith’s relief. He sets his holo-pad aside and turns out the reading light before pulling the covers over both of them. He puts on his eye mask and headphones then settles in, wraps his arms around Keith, and shuts his eyes. When he itches to pick up his holo-pad again, he distracts himself by softly tapping a rhythm on Keith’s back along to the music, but sleep doesn’t come. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t—” Lance sits up, and Keith reaches across to grab the holo-pad before he can. “Hey!

“What’s bothering you?” Keith asks, gently pushing Lance back when he tries to take the holo-pad again. Lance slumps against the headboard. 

“Shiro asked me to go on a solo mission. It’s not like I haven’t gone on other ones, but this one’s different because he specifically sought me out.” He rakes a hand through his hair and then drags it down his face. “And, stupidly, I said yes because I didn’t realise how much reading it would be, so I’ve barely had a chance to train.” He averts his gaze. “Not to mention Red.”

“What do you mean?” 

“She’s so—okay, don’t take this the wrong way,” he says quickly when Keith raises an eyebrow. “But see, she’s perfect for you, you know? You guys work together pretty easily. But I need to formulate a plan during missions and she’s in my head all go, go, go before I’ve even processed what’s going on!” A smile tugs at Keith’s lips. “Don’t laugh!” 

“I’m not, it’s just funny hearing your side because Red really likes you.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah. She’s trying to joke around when she does stuff like that.”

“Does it have to be when we’re in the middle of battle?”

Keith rolls his eyes. “She only pushes when she knows you can handle it, it’s her way of saying ‘you need to get out of your own head’. And I agree.” He punctuates with a light shove. “‘Cause nine times out of ten your instinct is right, but you constantly second-guess yourself. Red’s probably trying to get you to follow your gut.” 

Lance looks down into his lap. 

“How do you feel? Better?” Keith smiles when he starts to nod. “Look, I promise I’ll help you look over everything in the morning—maybe talk to Red because, yeah, she can be confusing sometimes—but right now, I’m seeing five of you and that’s starting to become concerning.”

“...Fair.” Lance pecks him on the forehead and pulls away with a smile. “Thank you, really.”

“Anytime,” Keith says, tugging him closer.

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary day 7 #fluffbruary 2023 #klance #vld #voltron #phixxfics #keith kogane #lance mcclain #does this fit the prompt? in my head yes <3 #reblogs are always appreciated !!

[phiixomath]

wip wednesday #1 ✧･ﾟgood place au

context: is in the third or fourth arc, after many rounds of having their memories erased. they're told what happened, have some general questions answered, and kl have pretty much confessed. i'm not set on the overarching details, but needed to get this convo on paper xx

thanks for reading!

“I can’t survive off being selfish, because even if I do, it isn't going to make me happy. But also, it’s okay, it’s not, like, a chore because I… want to. I want to care about other people.” His hand tightened around Lance’s and he stared at their fingers, entwined. “The way you care about other people, and the way that makes them feel, i-it’s crazy, because sometimes it’s like you have a sixth sense for what they need. Whether it’s patience or, like me, constant bothering. I need that, though. I need people in my life like that.”

“Shut up.” Lance chuckled wetly. 

Keith shook his head, smiling slightly. “I need it because my gut reaction is always to do the opposite. My instincts tell me to pull away, so I need someone pushy. If I’m hotheaded and impulsive, I need someone to keep me in check. When I’m being overly selfish and mean—” He looked up, meeting Lance’s eyes. “I need someone selfless and kind.” 

My God,” Lance laughs into his hands. “Do you even know what you’re saying? Do you hear yourself?” 

“What?” Keith waggled his eyebrows obnoxiously. 

“Ugh, that’s so—” Lance waited a beat, unable to stop his smile. “I can’t believe you said all of that.”

“I mean it.” Keith bit back a smile.

“That’s one very long way to say three words. If you’re saying what I think you are.” Lance tickled his chin and Keith ducked his head.

“It is long, but I want you to hear it." Keith met his eyes again. "Between the two of us, it’s mostly you who did the heavy-lifting. And I don’t want you to feel that after everything we’ve been through, you still need to prove yourself, especially to me, when we lost so much time. The torture would’ve ended a lot sooner; it was only torture until I finally reached out to you.”

“Jesus, just come here.”

#vld #voltron #klance #klance good place au #voltron good place au #wip wednesday #phixxfics

[phiixomath]

📸☀️

“Yes!” Lance exclaimed, crouching on the sidewalk and then stretching on the tips of his toes, flying from angle to angle. His finger almost ached with how relentlessly he clicked the shutter button but his grin stretched ever wider. He squinted to frame Allura in the dizzying heat and Allura laughed at his antics, graciously striking poses, changing and adjusting as Lance enthusiastically directed. The last had her leaning forward, bracing her hands on the backseat of the pickup and turning her head slightly to smile at the camera. 

Lance snapped a few times before she threw her head back, beaming. Her marks positively gleamed from the amber sunlight, simultaneously cutting shadows that left a beautiful contrast Lance just had to pause and admire. Allura met his gaze, smiling a touch more genuine as Lance brought the viewfinder back to eye level. 

#i just love them being besties #lance mcclain #allura #vld #voltron #voltron fic #prompt from the lovely @astromidable #phixxfics #drabbles from twitter #i might have about. five if i try lol

[phiixomath]

bits and pieces #1 ˎˊ˗ in your absence

#vld #voltron #lance mcclain #klance #phixxfics #bits and pieces

[phiixomath]

what my notes currently look like. if anyone has any ideas about what the primary flaws for the others can be lol

#klance #klance good place AU #vld #voltron #phixxfics

[phiixomath]

i realised i should probably talk more about my AUs here

#phixxfics

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i’ve made a twitter! same user, please follow for more vld content perhaps thread fics i might have in my little brain

#phixxfics #voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld #klance

[phiixomath]

🌳🧚🏾

The host unlocked the heavy metal gate and stepped aside, gesturing to enter when Lance and Keith simply stood waiting, panting from the lengthy trek all the way from the castle ship. They blinked, dumbstruck from the grotto that appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

Lance eventually took the lead and Keith followed, sheathing his bayard. He shot a last glance outside, toward the trees rapidly enclosing over the gate as it swung closed with a heavy clang.

He looked toward Lance marvelling at the grotto’s high domed ceiling and sprawling vines on walls painted over with sunlight that’s somehow filtering through the same canopy that — two minutes ago, outside — barely let any light through. He caught Lance’s gaze and Lance raised an eyebrow, most likely questioning the same thing.

#a bit of a strange interpretation but #idk it might become something #lance mcclain #keith kogane #vld #voltron #voltron fic #prompt from the lovely @howlsmovingass on twt #drabbles from twitter #phixxfics

[phiixomath]

wip wednesday #2 ✧･ﾟapocalyptic au

context: this was an au i planned and eventually abandoned over a year ago. there are bits and pieces of this au i wanted to keep and incorporate into yet another au i have, but its specific circumstances made me want to preserve it and make its own. i’m now in the process of workshopping it because i want to have as personally satisfying a take on an apocalypse as i can.

this is the first part of the first chapter entitled “into the night” where pidge is preparing to run away from the garrison’s encampment to find their brother and father who they haven’t heard from in months…

thanks for reading!

Pidge lies curled underneath their blanket. Their unlocked phone emanates light, glaringly bright against the otherwise pitch-black, and it stings their eyes but keeps them alert. Small, frayed-edged pillows cocoon their body, completing the outward illusion of normalcy but acting as an ineffective barrier against the chill seeping in from the tent's thin polyester. They lifts a corner of their blanket and peeks at their mother. She sleeps close by on her fold-out bed, mouth parted, hair fanned out in a display that serves as a momentary distraction from Pidge's nerves.

Pidge glances at the time on their phone.

Almost.

They turn on their back. Rubbing their eyes and repeating their mental checklist, Pidge tenses at the sound of the expected footsteps and dappled shadows that appear against the opposite wall of the tent. The tall figure—a guard—has a flashlight and walkie-talkie and holds the latter toward his mouth to murmur a brief question, undoubtedly asking for and awaiting confirmation to leave his post. He presumably receives it before his shadow fades. Pidge glances at the time again and springs into action.

Attempting to remain quiet, quick, and inconspicuous proves a challenge. Pidge curses after they stumble from trying to pull on sneakers whilst simultaneously shrugging on a jacket, heart-rate skyrocketing from the slight sounds their shuffling creates. Taking a deep breath once the task is accomplished, they smooth down their attire and roll up the sleeves of the Garrison-issued winter clothing. It offers respite against the biting cold, yet still allows the mobility they'll need. Pidge's lips quirk upwards, feeling additionally grateful for the grey colours that, in the night at least, will help keep them camouflaged.

All dressed, they kneel to unzip their closet. They fish out the prepared backpack, kept tightly packed under several layers of clothes as a last resort to prevent discovery. With their phone's flashlight at its lowest possible setting, they struggle to distinguish the contents of their backpack as they rifle through each of its near-overflowing pockets. The bag is filled with haphazardly coiled wires, cables, bulky screens, pen drives, their last few pairs of clothes and all their snacks, and the contents pull worryingly at the seams, pushing the well-worn backpack further toward its expiration. Pidge lets out a huff as they painstakingly zip the last pocket closed and wince, rubbing their hands to soothe the residual red zipper marks off of their fingertips. Once the bag is successfully hefted onto their shoulders, they pause to scan the room as a last unnecessary, albeit anxiety-easing, effort to comb the living space for any additional items. Everything else awaits in their truck.

Pidge reaches on the tips of their toes, as far as they can, to unzip the tall entrance of the tent. Lost in the repeated mantra of phone, communicator, backpack, they almost miss their mom's muffled murmur. Shit.

"Katie?" Fuck.

"Hmm?" Pidge says, mustering a reply as sleep-filled as they can.

Colleen stirs. "Still can't sleep?

"Just going to the bathroom," Pidge grits, legs involuntarily shaking from under the weight of the bag. Their hands blindly travel the chain of the zipper until they find the pull tab. They gradually inch the door flap open. "It's fine." They glance upwards, sending a short prayer their mom doesn't question further or, god forbid, open her eyes to see her child wide awake, clutching a backpack with items less than legal for a journey slightly more perilous than the bathroom.

They don't receive an audible reply and thus stay frozen, choosing to wait until certain that their mom's quiet exhales have slowed. They glance at their wristwatch.

They whisper a quick goodnight, vowing to return with their family restored, and step out.

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