#pidge has seen better days

[bagerfluff]

Keith's A What?

Keith Kogane x Non-Binary Reader

Prompt - "Your hair is so soft"

“Keith got turned into a what?” You asked Shiro. Tilting your head has if that would help you hear better. The team left for a mission a few hours ago and just got back.

You were excited to see your boyfriend, but when he didn’t come up out of his hanger, you were worried. But the Shiro told you something that made you realize that space is weirder than you thought.

Shiro had explained to you that the Galra had some new magic and used that magic to turn Keith into a cat? At first, you didn’t believe, but when Pidge walked out of the red lion’s hanger with a black cat with extra hair on their head, you thought you had seen it all.

“A cat” Shiro answered your question as you walked closer to Pidge. The cat in their arms looked up at you. The cat was fluffy and somehow had Keith’s same signature glare. 

They had the same purple eyes that Keith did. “I think with the help of Allura, I should be able to turn him back” Pidge said with a tilt of their glasses as they placed Keith on the ground.

“But I don’t know how long that will take,” Pigde noted “I’m not even sure if Keith is Keith”. “What?” Hunk said as he looked over at Pidge. “Well I’m not sure if Keith got turned into a cat with the mind of a cat or with the mind of Keith” 

Pidge said as they looked over at Hunk and then back at Keith. “Well someone needs to take care of him,” Shiro said as he looked around. “Well I’m not. I have stuff to do”

Lance said before walking off to his room. “Maybe Y/n should do it,” Hunk pointed down to your legs “I mean, look at Keith”. Everyone looked down as did you to see that Keith was rubbing against your legs.

Like a real cat. “Maybe he does have the mind of Keith” Pidge noted with furrowed brows as they moved their glasses. “That’s fine with me if it’s okay with Y/n”. You looked down at Keith before looking up at everyone else with a smile.

“Yeah I’d love to” You reached down and picked Keith up, Keith immediately resting in your arms. You then walked back to your room. This week might be weirder than you thought.

It had been a couple of days since Keith got turned into a cat, and it was differently weird. Pidge had decided that Keith still had the mind of Keith but just a cat body. Though, Lance did not appreciate that since when he tried to pick Keith up, he scratched him.

Pidge said that it should only take a couple more days, but you like cat Keith. He was still Keith, but cuter. You didn’t think Keith could look cuter.

Though he was a cat, he was still Keith. Moody, hot-headed, and only really tolerated you.

Since Keith couldn’t go on missions or train and you didn’t do any of that to begin with, Keith hung out with you. You spent most of your time fixing stuff around the castle. You were an engineer, like Hunk.

But you liked Keith’s company. He just slept and watched you work, but you liked it. You normally did all of this alone, so you liked it. Sometimes, Keith also did the cutest things, in your opinion.

Like he would cuddle up with you. When you were working, sleeping, or just resting. But you kinda wanted your boyfriend back. You wanted to cuddle him.

You wanted to talk to him. You slumped in your chair at your desk as you thought about this. You wanted your boyfriend back. You let out a sigh as he leaned forward on your desk with your arm.

Keith walked over from your bed and jumped on the table when he heard you sigh. “Hey love” you said and reached up to pet Keith’s hair.

Keith mewled as he walked into your hand and sat in front of you. You continued to run your hand through Keith’s fur. That was something you and Keith liked.

You because it gave you something to do with your hands. As an engineer, you were kinda handsy, needing to do something, or maybe you had ADHD. Keith liked it because he liked the comfort he felt when someone did it. 

Keith’s hair was also soft and fluffy. You loved it. “Your hair is so soft” you said with a small smile. “Or should I say fur” you said with a laugh, and your smile grew. Somehow, Keith looked annoyed as a cat.

You laughed at that as Keith looked away from you. “Come on” you laughed as he moved closer to Keith. “You know you love me” Keith looked back at you and placed his nose on yours.

Your nose wrinkled at the feeling but you loved it.

You held Keith in your arms as you walked into the bridge. Pidge had finally finished the cure with the help of Allura. And it was time to give it to Keith. It was in a needle, and you were also tasked with holding Keith still.

“Ready Y/n. Ready Keith” Pidge said as they walked closer. “Ready” you said, and Keith meowed. Pidge looked around, and everyone else nodded as Pidge walked closer and shot Keith with that needle. 

For a while nothing happened and everyone thought it wouldn’t work. “It didn’t work Pidge” Lance said but was quickly proven wrong as Keith started to shake.

Everyone looked at Keith, who is still in your arms. A couple ticks later a human Keith laid in your arms. He quickly wrapped his arms around your neck. You laughed as you placed a kiss on Keith’s forehead.

“You looked cute as a cat,” you said as Keith blushed from your statement. 

#lgbtq #voltron x male reader #voltron #keith kogane #keith kogane x male reader #keith voltron #vld keith #vld #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane x reader #keith kogane imagine #voltron x reader #voltron imagines #voltron in 2023

[voltronisanobsession]

Being Keith’s Older Sibling

The urges were too strong to not write this💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

Sorry if there’s some typos, my eyes are in a LOT of pain rn

Being Keith’s older sibling is definitely a hard feat in itself

After the death of your guys’ dad, things kinda went downhill for both of y’all

Your general mistrust and attitude towards people brushed off on little Keith, which comes to play later in his life as we’ve seen he was a more troubled kid

So while you tried your best to be a good role model for Keith growing up, it was hard to do so when all he ever saw from you was your aggression towards adults who tried separating you both

Eventually, social services do separate you guys, claiming that it would be best to allow Keith to grow without your negative influences but the damage had been done

Keith would grow up to not trust many people in his life because of your separation, always finding ways to sneak off and see you at the school they sent you to

It was times like those where you would promise to take him away from this place, from Earth, and live a life where you won't lose each other again

Because of this, Keith also developed a habit of lying to his guardians about his whereabouts because of your own attachment to him, encouraging him to continue this behavior 😭😭😭

Man none of yall knew better😭💔💔

But as you grew older, you, unfortunately, were sent away to the city to continue your studies there, cutting all contact with your little brother

Keith would then take an interest in flying and would go on to attend the Garrison to learn to become a pilot while you made plans every day to once again be reunited with him

I feel like it would take some time to leave the city and go back to your hometown because of the lack of resources available to you

So by the time you reach the Garrison after finding out he's been attending the school, it would be around the time he flunked out and disappeared

Fate is not fair to yall (crying)

So you get a job at the garrison while trying to find Keith and some time passes (YAY TIME SKIP)

After following Lance and Hunk while also finding Pidge on the rooftops, readying to reprimand and write them up, you all see the space shuttle crash and explosions go off, shooting off immediately to investigate

All while you're yelling at them to get back to the building cuz you don't want to lose the only job you have that's near where you think Keith is lurking💀

After seeing it was Keith who caused the explosions, he doesn't recognize you until you all get to the cabin

It's kinda emotional on your end cuz bro

This is your little brother... He's all grown up now, but in a way, he still looks the same. He's so much taller now, his hair is longer, and he would look at you with a familiar distrust you recognized

It was the same look he would give others when you guys were younger

The worst part is that he doesn't even recognize you because its been YEARS since he's last seen you

So it's a bit of a shock for him when you reveal that hey! I'm your sibling! And I've been trying so hard to get back to you for YEARS!

Very emotional as you both hug it out

Like really hug it out, tears and everything

"I thought I would never see you again."

"I never stopped looking for you Keith."

URGH MY HEART💔💔💔💔

After that everything is HISTORY

The dynamic between you both is kind of a weird thing tbh

While you're still holding onto the past and the younger version of Keith you remember, Keith has since let go of what the past held, ready to start a new future with his older sibling in his life

Because you're still holding onto this past, you treat him as if he's still a child and appear somewhat coddling in a way

You're just so excited and happy to be reunited with Keith again that you forget he's since then grown up. He's learned to be independent from years spent alone

And while Keith does miss you as well, he isn't used to having this new 'guardian figure' in his life, only used to the freedom and advice given to him from others, especially Shiro

Speaking of Shiro, I think you would go to him for advice on the blockage between you both since he basically raised Keith after you had left.

He knows Keith better, as much as it hurts you to admit it

Shiro would definitely tell you to give Keith space, to give him time to adjust to the new changes in his life. He's still a teen and is still learning to deal with his emotions, so just give him space to fully digest the situation at hand

You take this advice to heart and tread carefully, which Keith appreciates A LOT

Like imagine you grow up with unrestricted freedom, being able to do whatever you want and just learning to take care of yourself, and then one day, an authoritative figure appears in your life and begins setting up these restrictions. Telling you to be careful, making small rules that break your routine entirely

That's what Keith felt when you began making your presence more known in his life since you believed that you had to keep protecting him from the world

But he's grown up

He shows you that he doesn't need you protecting him anymore

It's bittersweet for you to see him not need you and makes you sad that you missed out on basically his childhood

BUT HE'S SO SWEET IN LETTING YOU KNOW THAT YOU'LL BE THERE FOR HIM NOW AND HIS FUTURE ACCOMPLISHMENTS

AND THAT HE'LL BE THERE FOR YOURS TOO😭😭😭

There's just TOO MUCH I can say about being Keith's older sibling, like it's such a complex relationship I would love to develop more on!!!!

This is literally just the tip of the iceberg but imma cut it short for now

To keep it sweet, both of you know that now you're together again, nothing is ever separating yall again

Space wars and all, you guys know you're stronger together and your bond just grows into a beautiful relationship as time goes on😭😭

#Keith x reader #keith kogane x reader #platonic Keith x reader #voltron x reader #vld x reader #voltron legendary defender #x reader #voltron #vld #keith kogane #Keith vld #vld keith #platonic Keith kogane #voltron legendary defender x reader #platonic voltron

[pidges-lost-robot]

Keith has not seen a lot of movies and the others keep mentioning big name franchises and movies to him to no avail but one day he makes a reference to Pacific Rim and Lance says he’s surprised Keith’s seen that given who he his and how little movies he seems to have watched and when Keith replies ‘well yeah but that’s cause pacific rim is actually good’ thats when the team learns that he is a die hard pacific rim fan who will absolutely argue that it is better than any star wars media ever made and he causes a lot of long lasting arguments this way, especially when he compares Pidge to newton geiszler because ‘out of anyone here he can imagine she would mind meld with a dangerous alien brain for science’ and Pidge hasn’t seen it and just looks at him with a long stare

#voltron #vld #voltron: legendary defender #keith #keith kogane #keith vld #vld keith #keith voltron #lance #lance mcclain #pidge #pidge vld #lance vld #klance #my headcanons

[ettuleo]

I lied. I don’t like sex. Put your clothes back on. I’m gonna explain how releasing multiple seasons a year ruined voltron: legendary defenders

this was originally a twitter thread but it is truly how i feel about the entire series as a whole. all this to say these are my own thoughts and opinions.

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typically a show takes at least a year or so in production; making sure story lines make sense, characters are able to be developed instead of being flat (which happened to a lot of voltron characters ;-; but the characters are amazing) and to smooth out any wrinkle or hiccups. 

In doing 8 seasons in two years the writers were not given the ample amount of time to smooth out the wrinkles and to give us a fully fleshed out piece of work. Take for example Bojack Horseman. The show ran from 2014 to 2020 and it only had six seasons. in these six seasons tho the writers were able to tell an amply dark story but also giving us in depth backgrounds of the characters and we watched the characters grow and change (for better or for worse). the writers were given time to be able to tell that story and is why Bojack is highly praised. 

the voltron writers were not given the same treatment, instead they were rushed to give us 8 seasons in such a short time (this isnt taking account the poor animation team which was probably being worked to the bone bc its no joke animating tbh). 

Instead of characters that we see grow and change over the seasons, there was only like one person to have a charcter arc (pidge) and the character was hated on because of it. 

Like Lance got barely ANY character arc, he stayed the same throughout the entire show and we really never saw him grow and realize his own potential and no longer be insecure and feel like the seventh wheel of voltron. 

this can also explain why adam was introduced and killed off so quickly, there was just not enough time to even give shiro a proper backstory episode to show him making the decision to go to kerberos. 

Each of the seasons were also short and have little episodes because of the rush. I mean we saw lotor get a redemption arc and then it suddenly is thrown away so that haggar can be redeemed which made zero sense for her character.

if the writers and animators and the rest of the team were given rest time in between the seasons we would of seen an entirely different show (now that can also be false but im sticking to it could of been better) we could of seen each character grow and change and even get backstories for everyone.

i would of loved to see more garrison days of everyone and to see allura's life before Altea was destroyed (plus we could of gotten more fun filler episodes like monsters and mana where we see the characters personalities better).

people hated season eight and rightfully so, i cannot blame them. For lance to go back to farming with his family in cuba which has extremely racist undertones and for allura (the only black character) to be killed off does not also look good either.

allura didnt even have to die and for her to sacrifice herself just doesnt feel right. i understand fully that the show was EXTREMELY popular and the demand to get more episodes was at an all time high, but it was absolutely foolish and borderline amateur hour to rush production.

which is crazy because some of these show runners worked on amazing shows like avatar and korra. i know a lot of people who loved voltron feel betrayed by the eighth season and stopped participating in the fandom overall because of the betrayal they felt.

i feel like now a lot of times we as a fandom forget about this bc its been a few years since the finale and a lot of us rather use our own headcanons and fanon rather than the actual canon because it gave us nothing at all except for amazing characters.

okay to end this rant, the show feels half baked due to the way the production was rushed to get out these eight seasons in two years. if the writers were given the time (which honestly the show would probs still be going on now as we speak in the year of our gods 2022), the show could have lived up to its actual potential instead of being a dumpster fire (i use that lovingly but also not) we would of seen growth and change in characters and a lot of things we hated would of never of happened potentially. 

so yeah, thats my rant on the destruction of voltron. thanks for coming to my ted talk

#voltron #vld #this is my magnum opus of explanations #the whole production of voltron consumed me for months which is why i feel this way #i wish things were different #takashi shirogane #adam w #allura #pidge #lance mcclain

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Hello, paladins.”

“Kolivan,” Allura greets, nodding her head at him. “You sent word that you’ve found something of importance?”

Kolivan hesitates for a moment, which is something Keith’s never seen from him before. It makes something churn in his stomach.

“It would be more accurate to say they found us,” Kolivan says. “It’s easiest if I simply show you. May I?”

Shiro steps forward, next to Allura. He puts a hand on her shoulder. It’s a testament to both of their strength that Allura doesn’t immediately grimace and throw him off.

They’ve been fighting a lot, lately.

“Show us what?” Shiro asks.

“A video, from one of our Blades.”

Allura and Shiro look at each other, silently communicating for a moment. As not-funny as the situation is, Keith does find it funny that despite the fact that they have a screaming match at least once a day, they know each other seemingly better than anyone else on the team, to the point where verbal communication is beneath them, apparently.

“Show us,” Allura says. Kolivan nods, and moments later a file appears on the holoscreen. Shiro taps it, and shaky footage begins to play.

The first thing visible, once the camera settles, is the bridge of a Galran warship. Several high-ranking officials are present, although — are they bound?

“Give it up, Storax.” The voice is deep and distorted, out of frame. The largest Galran soldier — a general, based on his uniform — sneers at whomever is speaking.

“It is not over until you and all vermin like you are crushed under my heel,” the general snarls. He turns his head and spits. “Until your kind is submissive under my hand.”

Loud, stomping footsteps echo through the room as a figure steps forward. They’re not tall — at least not by Galran standards — and very willowy, although their shoulders are broad. They wear a black, skin-tight suit under flexible armour, and a large helmet with a tinted view-shield.

“Oh, I’m shaking in my baby-seal leather boots,” they mock, sticking up a boot in question.

“Hey, wait a second,” Hunk says from beside Keith. “That’s — that’s a reference! A human reference!”

“That’s from Megamind!” Pidge agrees.

Coran hushes them gently, and Keith turns his attention back to the screen. Clearly the general has noticed the strange words as well, because he blinks in confusion. Then a slow, evil smirk spreads across his face.

“Well, I’ll be,” he says, leaning back. “If it isn’t my desert lily.”

The figure stiffens immediately. Their fists clench.

“I’m not your fucking lily,” they snarl. Keith can’t see their expression through their helmet, but their tone alone gives Keith chills.

“I don’t know how I didn’t notice,” continues the general. He gives the figure a long, slow look, up and down. Leering. “I’d know that figure anywhere.”

The figure stands in tense silence. They stand so still they barely appear to be alive, were it not for the waves of silent fury Keith could feel even through the screen.

“I was not a cruel person,” they say. “Not before you, Storax. In fact —“ he unholsters one of the pistols at his belt, and before Keith can even blink, fires shot after shot to the Galran soldiers bound on either side of them. Each bullet leaves a neat hole in the centre of the soldiers’ foreheads before they slump over. The figure hadn’t even looked to aim.

“I was going to kill all of you quickly, before I blew up your ship. But you?”

For the first time since the figure spoke, the general looks at them in some kind of fear. He swallows roughly.

“I’ll look forward to seeing your eyes pop out of your head,” the figure spits. The stride over to the general and rip of his helmet, throwing it to the ground. They lift their leg and stomp on it, shattering the reinforced material.

“Please,” the general says quietly. He seems to finally realize that this is the end for him, and it will not end well.

“Rot,” the figure stays, venomous. Without moving their gaze from the general, they point directly at the video — or, rather, the person attached to the camera.

“Blade,” they say. The video shakes, as if the Blade had startled. “In three seconds, I am going to press a button that will deactivate your cuffs. You are then going to run to the east wing hangar, where you will find my ship. My ship has a bomb attached to it, set to go off in twelve doboshes. My quintessence is the only thing that will deactivate that bomb. If you leave without me, the ship will blow up with you in it. If you do not get on the ship, this warship will blow up with you on it, and you will not bring your intel back to the base. Make a decision wisely.”

A click sounds loud enough to be heard through the video. The camera moves again, as if the Blade shifted their arms.

“Go.”

The camera shakes heavily as the Blade sprints, presumably towards the east wing. The next time the camera has settled enough for the video to be visible, the interior of a small cargo ship becomes obvious, with a small, flashing contraption at the entrance.

“That looks like a human pipe bomb,” Keith notes aloud. Shiro turns just to give him a Look, like he always does when Keith brings up explosives of any kind.

Keith only shrugs. His thing for bombs and shit has only helped since they got into space. He’s sure as hell not apologizing.

Suddenly, a deafening boom rocks the ship. Seconds later, the figure from the bridge comes sprinting down the hallway visible from the ship, chunks from the ceiling collapsing all around them. They barely manage to throw themselves into the ship and slam the doors shut before the entire Galran warship explodes into flames, the tiny cargo ship making a speedy getaway with the figure in the pilot’s seat.

As they put more distance between their ship and the warship, they lean over, pressing their hand to the top of the flashing pipe bomb until it stops flashing.

“Thank you,” comes a quiet voice from behind the camera. The Blade.

The figure doesn’t respond.

“How did… how did you know I was a Blade?“

“Stop asking questions,” the figure says. “I’m dropping you off at your base with your intel, and then I’m getting the hell out of dodge. If you speak again I’ll drop you in front of the base’s thrusters.”

Wisely, the Blade shuts up.

After several moments of frankly uncomfortable silence, the figure speaks up.

“Voltron.”

The Blade waits for more of a sentence, but none is forthcoming.

“Yes…?” he says, prompting.

The figure clears their throat. “Tell me about them.”

“I appreciate everything you’ve done, but you have to know that information about Voltron is classified and highly sensitive.”

“I fucking know that,” the figure says, scowl evident in their voice. “I’m not asking for their damn secrets or locations or anything, Jesus. I just mean… are they okay?”

“…Okay?”

“Alive, dumbass. All the paladins. They’re good?”

“…oh. The blue one was killed, some time ago. The rest are alive, I believe. My last check-in was several quintants ago, however, so my intel may not be accurate.”

The figure’s shoulders droop, making Keith aware of how tense they were previously.

“The blue one is… dead?”

“From my understanding, yes.”

“How has Voltron worked, then?”

“I must confess I do not know.”

“…Alright, then.”

The rest of the video progresses in silence as the figure pilots smoothly to the base, dropping the Blade off as promised and then flying away. The video stops, then, and Kolivan turns back to look at the team.

“We’re not sure what to make of them,” he says. “The intel they collected and gave to the Blade included plans and pathways for the warships of several officers close to Haggar’s operation. The figure seems to speak like you humans, and asked about you specifically.”

“They’re awfully concerned about L — about him,” Allura murmurs, voice cracking on Lance’s name.

Keith swallows roughly.

“I’ve sent that intel to you,” Kolivan says gently — gently by his standards, anyway — after a moment. “We would appreciate any insight you may have.”

“We’ll look over it,” Shiro promises. “Thank you, Kolivan.”

Kolivan nods, and then the holoscreen goes dark.

#i have so much more planned for this #featuring a very broken team #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #bamf lance #kidnapped lance #langst #klance #pre klance #team as family #team as BROKEN family #my writing #fic #longpost

[alohaasaloevera]

I AM SO SORRY (I’m really not) About my 4 day word vomit streak!! HAVE SOME MORE WHILE I IGNORE MY FIC I NEED TO WORK ON!!!

Lance would definitely ramble about the new fnaf movie or whatever and Keith would think "I want to be DOMINATED by him" or something like that and have to physically restrain himself from pouncing on Lance. It's canon, broskis.

Lance: so about pineapple on pizza. Really? I mean, they're both AMAZING apart, but together? No. The flavors do not mix well and—

Keith, internally: please let me choke on-

Lance: Keith? You good?

Keith: oh shit yeah I'm good

Lance: Alright. So I said to the lady, "Have you even thought through this? Do you even know what exactly you're doing?" And then she said, like the idiot she is, "Yeah. I am confident-

Keith: do NOT fucking jump into his lap and start to kiss him until he can't physically breathe. You're better than this, Kogane. Patience yields focus.

Lance: and I start to get annoyed, because who does this lady think she is? I'm trying my absolute best to de-escalate this situation—

Keith: fuck it. *gets up from his chair and sits on Lance's lap, tugging him closer by the lapels on his jacket*

Lance: um... Buddy? What's happening—

Keith: you're such a fucking dork and it annoys me so goddamn much

Lance: hey! I get that sometimes I talk a lot, but—

Keith: *KISSES HIM STRAIGHT ON THE FUCKING MOUTH*

Lance, internally: OH FUCK. OH..FUCK? FUCK YEAH!!!! BOYS I WON!!! HOLYFUCKINGSHIT IM GOING TO EXPLODE RIGHT NOW YEAH FUCK YES—

Lance, panting heavily: *breaks away* that... was unexpected.

Keith: I am so sorry I will never do that again-

Lance: woah woah woah, slow down there—I never said I didn't like it? Though I am very flattered that THE Keith Kogane has decided to—

Keith: Shut up and kiss me.

Hunk: hey guys, have you seen Pidge? I need to work with her on the goo machines—OH! NEVER MIND! I AM TOTALLY FINE WITH FINDING HER MYSELF OK BYE!!

#voltron #vld #vld lance #vld keith #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance #laith #scenarios #WORD VOMIT ALERT!! #wee woo #womp womp #Keith thinks Lance’s rambling is hot man #Lance is so adorkable ❤️❤️

[ashippingpotato]

Short Klance hc because I’m bored and boring

I feel like Lance would be the type of person to use cold water because it’s “better” for your hair

And Keith just doesn’t really care so he uses steaming hot water

So one day Lance sees steam coming from Keith’s room and he stays by the door until he hears Keith get out of the shower

And barges into the room and it goes something like this

Lance: Keith why are you using hot water?!! You know it’s bad for your hair!!!!!!!

Keith (who only has a towel around his waist): what- Lance what are you doing??? GET OUT!!!!!

Lance: *walks closer* no! Not until you tell me why you’re using hot water instead of cold water when I’ve already told you it’s bad for your hair!!!! And it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.

Keith:*blushing* when did you tell me that??!!

Lance:*gestures to the air* I don’t know….. but I know I have!

And then they have a long conversation about why Keith should use cold water instead. And then Keith forces Lance out of his room

Oh and bonus

Pidge(who listened in on there conversation from the moment Lance barged into Keith’s room): what the fuc-

LA END

Sorry for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes

Anyway have a good day(hehehe that rhymes)

#voltron fandom #klance #fanfics #lgbtq+ #voltron #fanfiction #funny #real #aphmau #klance head canon #hc

[belabeya]

Day 3 , klance angst

Trigger: alcohol. Death

(L)

"HEY, watch it," Lance spat as Keith and him walked past each other, bumbing shoulders. Keith continued forward with a mumbled apology.

"God, that guy gets on my nerves," he thought to himself, "It's like he cares about nothing."

"Hey Lance!" Hunk called from down the corridor, lifting Lance's spirits ever so slightly. "I heard that shiro will be putting us through some sword fighting tests later, we will have partners, so let's hope we get paired!"

"Oh yeah, 100% if not, I will PERSONALLY put in a complaint," Lance joked

"Why am I not surprised?" Hunk sighed, rolling his eyes. Continiu8ng walking, they headed towards swords practice.

"Okay, everyone! Today, you will be paired with one of your comrades to practice sword fighting. " Shiro walked over to the wall and pulled down a large whiteboard. There, each of the pairs has been pre-chosen. Hunk was paired with Pidge, and Shiro would practice with Allura and Lance...

"Ohh fuck..." Lance wined. Of course he was paired with Keith of all people. " Shiroo-"

"And no we are not switching" shiro blatantly expressed. Lance looked over to Keith who looked far to happy compared to normal.

"Hi Lance," Keith said, walking over. Lance decided that if he had to deal with Keith, he had better at least pretend to enjoy it, so he put on a fake smile.

"Hey Keith," he responded.

"Okay, everyone, please grab one of the swords from the wall and begin with some simple menouvers." Keith and Lance walked over together grabbing one of the swords each and getting a feel for the right balance. Claiming a spot on the court, the began to duel, swords flying through the air. At the start, Keith was winning every duel they had, every match played, but over time, Lance noticed the determination and confidence that Keith had brought to the table slowly draining. He wasn't losing, so what was happening? Lost in thought, he let his guard down and let Keith win.

"You're pretty good! You know that?" Lance complimented. Instead of a reply, Keith leveled his sword in line with Lance's throat.

"Oh please, don't act like we are so friendly, I know how badly you want to slit my neck, and you also know how easy it is for me to slit yours" Lance stood in shocked silence. Staring at Keith until he lowered his sword. "I need to take a break" he said finally.

"Me too, I'll go with you" Lance offered. He thought that perhaps a flicker of panic crossed Keith's features, but it was cut down immediately. Keith began walking to his room, and Lance followed behind, making his way to his own room

(Ghost in the corner pov)

Keith slipped through his doorway and into his room. His confidence was draining drastically. He began to rummage through his cabinets until he found what he needed, "Yes, thank god," he muttered before taking a large swig of his drink straight from the bottle. So what if the alcohol burned the back of his throat? He felt better after that. That's the point. He was tired, annoyed, frankly quite depressed and hated life. Nothing could fix that. But the alcohol? It numbed it, and it made him happier. He finished the bottle in one sitting. The back of his throat was still burning, and he was becoming increasingly irritated. It wasn't working like normal. He wanted relief. "I just need more," he whispered before sorting his way to the back of the shelf again, where he had hidden the bottles of alcohol and vodka. He sat with his back against the cabinet, taking large gulps of his second bottle.

"Hey Keith?" Lance said, opening the door. His eyes fell upon Keith, on the floor next to a cabinet of alcohol, an empty bottle already next to him, and the one he was drinking almost half gone. This was bad. It had only been 5 minutes, and Keith had finished an entire bottle. Keith knew that wasn't normal. Most people couldn't finish a bottle in 10 minutes, but 5? He was screwed, Lance, that bitch, had walked in and seen. Keith drank another gulp before speaking to the stunned Lance.

"Well? What do you want?" Keith pondered. Lance seemed to snap out of his shock and closed the door behind him.

"Are you crazy! That is so unhealthy, you know that!" Lance claimed. Keith took another slow sip from the bottle, finishing it off.

Two 1-letre bottles of vodka in 7 minutes.

"Lookk, dude, I'm finee," Keith slurred, trying to console Lance to a degree, but instead making him more anxious. Keith leaned back, grabbing 2 more bottles, it was becoming addictive, the burn, the re-occurring numbness, but it still wasn't all gone, the pain was still there, it was so painful and he just wanted it gone.

The next bottle popped open, and Keith took another large swig.

"Keith," Lance cautioned. He may not like Keith, but he wouldn't let a teammate die. "You need to stop this. That is way too much. You could die!" But that only seemed to drive Keith onward. He took some more gulps of his beverage, and Lance couldn't do anything. He left the room abruptly.

"Finally," Keith sighed. Lance was gone, and he could go numb.

12 and a half minutes, the 4th bottle was being opened.

All he wanted was to feel nothing, and this was the only way he knew. He wanted the numbness, the cold, the empty. Perhaps too much.

"Look - I can't stop him, I don't know how -" Lance had paused in the doorway and started at the scene in front of him. Shiro pushed past Lance and knelt beside Keith. Completely limp, with a mostly finished bottle of vodka and 3 empty bottles next to him... was Keith.

[justmultifandom]

Special Halloween

Hi everyone! This is a FNAF crossover, so before to read it, try to find some FNAF lore so you can understand better! And sorry for beign late...

My name is Katherine Elizabeth Holt, or at least what's left of her. It was my birthday party when, on that fateful day, that Monster put his hands on me, taking my life with a knife. I was one of those abandoned souls, lost thanks to the Monster and bewitched by the Puppet. It seemed like a dream the moment she approached me with the mask on her face and a gift clutched in her hands, handing it to me with her usual too-big smile.

“For me?”: I had asked shyly, looking around only to see absolutely nothing but her.

“Happy birthday, Katie”: she replied politely

Katie…

How long has it been since I've been Katie...

From her voice I recognized her: Allura. I hadn't seen her in a long time.

“Now I'll take care of him…”: she had spoken again, and I, like a fool, had nodded. I had thought that she would probably go to the others afterwards to tell them that I was fine, that the image of that Monster raising the knife was just a bad dream.

But the others were also with me...

When I finally, and stupidly, took the neatly packaged box into my hands, I was no longer immersed in darkness. I could feel a strange sensation in my chest, that missing breath in my throat, that sensation of feeling imprisoned, bewitched, locked up...

I stopped calling myself Katie, or Katherine; I stopped seeing anyone anymore, although sometimes I saw strange gentlemen dressed in blue, the ones that dad always called "policemen"; I stopped seeing the sky or simply imagining it. I was locked in a dark, hidden room. Nobody came in. The door was always open but I couldn't move.

I stopped calling myself Katie, now for everyone I was Golden Freddy...

What a strange name, even stranger than all the times my brother called me Pidge!

I miss my brother, I miss mom and dad. I haven't seen them since I was an outcast in here, since my little birthday party, since April 7, 1984. But I'm not alone, Keith is here with me too. I had heard of him: I saw him last year with the Monster before the pizzeria closed. I had heard my parents talk about something called "adoption", and "the bite of '83", but I was little and my mom and dad didn't talk about these things in front of me or Matt.

I was too little…

Now I get it, but Keith is not like the Monster.

He wants to protect me.

It was he who explained to me that it was now too late, and that I could continue to live like a ghost. He said that Allura had been kind to me, he said that she had given me some powers like hers, he said that the Monster had to pay. I was only six years old when he locked me in that room and he pulled that knife on me. He said I was too young for that, but he also said we had a second chance to get revenge on the Monster.

And I believed him.

He said Allura wanted to kill him, but the Monster was too evil even to die. He had to pay.

He had to pay.

He told me that we were both Golden Freddy, that we were invincible, that I was the one he shouldn't have killed.

And so I did.

And so we did.

#voltron legendary defender #keith voltron #voltron pidge #kidge #keith x pidge #keidge #allura #fnaf #fnaf lore #golden freddy #fnaf cassidy #the crying child #ghost #voltron #crossover #au #halloween #late but still Halloween ahah

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Guys. Yes, s8 was a pretty trash ending. Buuuut, they gave us Kosmo! My baby! And again, the end scenes were really horrible, (mostly for Lance) but OH MY GOSH have you SEEN how BIG Kosmo is??? THERE'S SO MUCH FLOOF!!!!!

I also want to say that I am incredibly upset that yesterday's post was actually posted exactly at 12AM, and therefore my daily posting streak is broken. I'm pretty salty right now. Keith in this post is me right now.

Anyway, this is on the Atlas, so it includes the MFE fighters and crew.

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Kosmo is absolutely the best boy.

Most of the time.

Right now, he is a demon. You see, he is the most obedient canine in existence, and is the sweetest puppy you'll ever meet, but he HATES baths.

He'll gladly swim through a swamp, or run around in rain that makes him smell like an odd mixture of lavender and socks.

But he HATES baths.

And when Keith tries to wash him, all Hell breaks loose.

It's a fairly calm day, at least compared to the rest of their time spent in space.

They came back a few hours ago from a planet entirely covered in marshes.

Kosmo, as usual was a great help, but the last time anyone saw Keith, the guy was chasing his wolf all over the Atlas.

The paladins and MFE fighters are trying to get to know each other better by playing 21 questions.

Hunk is in the middle of gushing about yeast with Kincade when Keith bursts in.

"Where is that DAMN DOG?"

Lance arches an eyebrow so high it flies right out of the ship and into the land of skepticism.

"Really, Keith? It's been hours since we got back. You can take down a six foot extremist purple (deformed) space cat, but you can't catch a wolf?"

Keith makes a face that almost looks like pout.

"Well, I would have caught him by now if he wasn't trying to MURDER me! So far I have been attacked by a training gladiator set on the absolute HIGHEST level, ejected into space, face planet in Collen's poop-fertilizer, gotten my hand set on fire thanks to a stove that randomly turned on, ran into SEVEN doorways, and knocked out by those gas samples we retrieved from that weird planet we visited the other day. KOSMO IS OUT TO GET ME. I just want to clean his goddamn floof!"

"Did you just say floof?" Pidge comments.

"THAT'S what you got from my whole rant? REALLY?"

Keith looks like he's about to continue his rant, when his eyes widen and his mouth presses into a firm line.

Everyone follows his gaze to where a glowing blue tail is peeking out from behind the couch.

Without any warning, Keith lunges towards it with his whole body. Like, he genuinely throws himself at it.

For a second, it looks like he's going to land on top of Kosmo and finally be able to bathe the wolf.

This, however is not the case.

Kosmo teleports out at the last second, causing Keith to land sprawled out across the floor with a painful sounding thump. That's most definitely gonna leave a mark.

Keith groans loudly.

He flips over so that he's laying on his back, but stays down.

Lifting his head just enough to look in front of him, he sees that Kosmo, the traitorous wolf, has trotted over to sit directly next to Lance.

And Lance, the traitorous paladin, makes no move to grab him.

Keith flips them both off. Kosmo can stay dirty. He'll suffer the consequences when those wicked thorns in his fur stab him while he sleeps. No, it's not petty. Okay, so it's a little petty, but Keith is ready to stoop lower than dirt at this point.

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Nicknames for Kosmo (all by Lance):

Kosmic slushie

Komic book

Karrot cake

Wolfie

BKFF (Best Kosmic Wolfie Friend)

BFW (Big Friendly Wolf)

The Beast (Lance is Beauty, obviously) (though Kosmo and Keith kind of share that one. It's Lance's logic, don't question it. That's Keith's job.)

The Kosmopolitan museum

Komic Sans

The Kute Kosmic Kritter

The amount of red lines that are under these nicknames is quite annoying.

#kosmo #kosmo vld #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #lance mcclain #tawny post

[xirayn]

AO3 first lines

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. If you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Tagged by @rindecision

Like Biting Bats (Very Metal)🔞 Fandom: Stranger Things | Rating: Mature | Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Eddie is not too proud to admit his singing isn't great. He can carry a tune, sure, but he doesn't have the control or confidence with his voice that he does with the guitar. He also has a tendency to get lost in playing and completely forget about vocals.  The rest of the band isn't much better. Gareth yells more than anything, Frankie is notoriously pitchy, and Jeff's voice doesn't work with the music they play.

A Blank Canvas Fandom: Stranger Things | Rating: Teen+ | Pairing: Will Byers/Dustin Henderson

The blank canvas was a lot scarier than Dustin expected. He held the paintbrush up as he had seen some artists do. It wasn't the secret key to inspiration he had been hoping for, so after a deep breath, he tried to just start. The result was a horizontal streak of green on a canvas that was still mostly blank, which wasn't an improvement.

Bûche de Noël Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender | Rating: General | Pairing: Keith/Lance

Lance’s feet crunch in the snow as he runs. He reaches down to scoop up a handful to form into a ball. A quick turn has it sailing behind him. His aim is just slightly off so not only does he just miss his target, but trips himself up and lands with a soft ‘ploof’ in a snowbank. He can’t stop laughing as his pursuer looms over him and their shadow blocks out the sun.

Thankfully Yours Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender | Rating: General | Pairing: Keith/Lance

It starts simply enough.

"Don't worry, Mijo, your father and I will just have a simple dinner. It will be nice. Quiet."

Just A Little Hocus Pocus Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender | Rating: Teen+ | Pairing: Keith/Lance

Keith is learning that the only thing he hates more than Salem, Massachusetts is Salem, Massachusetts on Halloween. Everyone is way too into it and speaking of ghosts and witches, particularly the Galras, like they are real. The long-dead family's decrepit house had even been turned into a museum. Keith swore a day didn't pass where people didn't bemoan the fact it was closed for 'the first Halloween in a hundred years'.

Such a Good Omega🔞 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender | Rating: Explicit | Pairing: Keith/Lance

Keith was a wild animal restlessly pacing the confines of his skin; promised a release that was only teased at as Lance’s teeth and nails left every mark except for the one Keith wanted. He had accepted the nest Lance had made for him, was steeped in the spicy-sweet citrus of their combined scents, and was well into his heat. Every instinct said he should be claimed by now, but he was still stuck in a frustrating limbo.

Make Me Purr🔞 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender | Rating: Explicit | Pairing: Matt Holt/Lance

Lance had gone over the text a thousand times.

Lance:  “So you want to make me purr?”

He had finally hit send and then immediately panicked. It was out there, though. He couldn’t take it back.

Hollow Point Smile Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender | Rating: Teen+ | Pairing: Keith/Lance

“Put your hands up and turn around,” a gravelly voice said from behind Lance, punctuated by the whine of a laser powering up. “Slowly.”

Such a Good Alpha🔞 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender | Rating: Mature | Pairing: Keith/Lance

Keith’s pheromones were driving Lance insane, but despite what popular culture portrayed, there was no chance of him acting like some feral beast. At least, not unless Keith asked him too.

The Cookies Don't Lie Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender | Rating: Mature | Pairing: Hunk/Pidge

Lance had no idea where Hunk had gotten peanuts, but he had. He had then modified one of the food goo machines to process them into peanut butter. Now he was using that peanut butter to make cookies. Really, it was all pretty telling as far as Lance was concerned.

No Pressure tags @aibhlynn @jkrockin @maikaartwork @major-koalatea @atmilliways @ofthedirewolves

#tag game #steddie #byerson #klance #team punk #matt/lance vld #fanfiction

[chimeofthecomet]

For the end of year asks: 4, 12, 16?

YAY ty !!

4 - movie of the year?

had to consult the letterboxd to remember what i’d even watched this year. HAS TO be ladybird. greta gerwig just gets how to write stories abt girlhood like nothing other i see these days. i dont relate much to ladybirds experience coming of age but i felt it so hard in my chest i cried and laughed multiple times even in the calm scenes hedhfhdhdjjjjjj go watch. it.

12 - talk about a new friend you made this year

ok copout answer cause i get nervous calling ppl my friends early into knowing them. isabel your writing is stunning in everything i’ve seen of it <3 every mutual that i have made on here are so incredibly lovely and skilled and cool. davey and nox, rizz, and everyone that was there for the watch party, jasper and pidge and annie all of yalls creativity and ideas that make me crazy /pos . Literally every person and anyone not here that ive interacted with and hope to lots more over the new year. irl friendships have been wacky and online ones r hard to initiate but, im feeling rly hopeful abt this.

16 - post a picture from the beginning of the year

looking up january 2023 honestly there wasnt a lot of art to put here so instead heres some cinnamon rolls i made then <3 they were very solid and dry lmao the horrors of gluten free flour. i could make a way better one nowadays…. who wants one…..

[bluelancelion]

Voltron x Genshin: a thread

(Because I literally have nothing better to do and these two fandoms are gonna be the death of me)

Shiro is an Archon (electro Archon?)

Hunk (geo vision) and Pidge (Dendro) are scholars at the Sumeru Academia. Lance is one too, but he struggles to keep up (+ he senses something is wrong in there).

Keith had the potential to become a student, and he'd be GREAT, but he never tries to because his life had always revolved around being a solo treasure hoarder.

He lived on the streets since he can remember. Sometimes, when he was younger, he would join other treasure hoarders, for him to leave not much time later. Usually this meant the other bandits would seek a fight, to establish who could decide whether he could leave or not (kinda like it happened to Rosaria).

Said fights usually ended up with Keith collecting scratches and the bandits broken bones.

Until the day he gained his pyro vision.

Without the need to rely on others to survive, Keith started his life as a solitary treasure hoarder. He didn't have a home, or a place to return to. He didn't know who his parents were, or where he came from.

All he had was his vision and a single desire.

To see the brightest star.

He doesn't have memories before his childhood, but he has a feeling that someone once told him to follow the britghest star on the sky. Keith vaguely believes he responded that the moon was brighter than any star, why should he follow a random one when the moon existed?

And the other voice answered. "The moon and the stars are the most beautiful thing anyone has ever seen. Brighter than gems, they shine high in the sky. But don't let their beauty deceive you, as a pretty cover often masks an ugly reality. Follow the brightest star, Keith, as its frail light shines real amongst the blinding fakes."

But Keith never understood what that person meant. All the stars looked the same to him, they shined the same, dull brightness. As a child he was mezmerized by them, each one holding a secret Keith wanted to unfold. But now there was nothing to help him distinguish them one from another. Nothing but plain white dots on a dark celestial vault. Even the moon, supposed to be ruling on the night sky and the stars like its empress, looked like a dying version of the one Keith held close in his childhood memories.

At some point in his life, Keith stopped looking for the brightest star in the sky, the one that was supposed to show him the way.

He was tired of keep looking for something that he would never find. Just like a place to belong to. If Keith stopped enough time to look for it, he would only find emptiness and disappointment.

As if he would let decide his fate by a burning rock floating in the air.

The day Keith took the reins of his life was the same day he stopped looking at the sky. He would be fully in control of his life, stay away from people as much as he could, and live his life roaming freely in Teyvat.

Who knows, maybe he would meet that person again and tell him that star didn't exist.

___

OKAY THIS WAS FUCKING UNEXPECTED, BECAUSE I DIDN'T MEAN TO WRITE A CHUNK OF FIC, but only a list of headcanons... BUT I GUESS I HAVE A FIC IN MY HANDS.

So.

Keith and Lance meet under... Weird circumstances. Idk maybe Keith is running away from a danger and Lance helps him cause he thinks he's a traveller.

"You don't look like you're from here. Are you a traveler? Did you come from far away?"

"You could say that" Keith cautiously puts his hand behind his back, retrieving his knife in case the situation calls for it.

"Cool. The only place I've been in beside Fontaine is Sumeru."

Bla bla bla SKIP FORWARD, surprise! Keith is a treasure hoarder and idk HOW but he and Lance end up spending time together and Lance tells him that "When I was younger there was this group of kids that played as treasure hoarders. They even had the wooden knives and everything. I thought they were cool, so I ran to my mother and told her I wanted to become a treasure hoarder when I grow up" he stops to make a dramatic effect.

"Needless to mention that I had to run away from the house to escape my mother's fury and her deadly slipper." they both laughed.

"Running away made her even angrier. Oh my archons, you should have seen her."

"I never understood why she got so angry until some days later. As if the archons pulled a sick joke, that night the house of the kid that played as a treasure hoarder got robbed by real, actual treasure hoarders. Earlier that same day his father had met some on his way back home. They tried to steal his cart but he managed to defend it and himself, wounding one of them on the face."

"How do you know that?" Keith asked curiously.

"Because when he came back he told everyone, narrating it like some sort of epic battle." Lance explains.

"That night they came back to seek revenge. They burned their harvest and killed their cattle. An entire year of hard work burned in one night. Then they broke inside and took anything valuable, destroying everything else."

He fixed his eyes on Keith's. "That's when I understood that treasure hoarders are vile people, selfish in their actions and cruel by any mean. I also later understood why my mother got so angry. I used to think every treasure hoarder was like that."

"And then?"

"And then you showed up."

MORE FAST FORWARD, It's near-ish? The end? Keith and Lance are very close, they are bros being bros, pals being pals lol, and Keith casually mentions the voice that told him about the brightest star (they were eating sandwitches inside a windmill enjoying the breeze idk) when Lance is like "Oh yeah you're talking about Nome" and Keith is like "What?" and Lance "Nome. I'm acrually impressed you know about it, almost no one does. I mean, maybe because it goes against everyone's beliefs and everyone forgot about it, nothing that a 300 years old book can't bring up again."

Keith looked at him like he was speaking geovishaps. "What are you talking about?"

So Lance shows him. He secretly makes Keith break in Sumeru Academia with him, where the brings him to the main telescope. He also brings the book he was talking about

(he even showed him beforehand, because he had to organize when to bring Keith in to avoid rising any suspicions. The book was 300 years old, it was made of lacerated skin and brought together with rope. Some pages were burnt, some ripped out, the writing was sloppy and thick enough that some words looked like a big chunk of black ink. The book was one of old myths and legends, one that was forgotten and abandoned in a cave Lance and his friends found.

"Isn't this book from the Academia ?"

"No, here's the thing, we found it and we meant to bring it to school, but Pidge, my friend says it's a bad idea because out professor are kind of pricks and they either would take the book and never return it to us again or take the crédit."

"Your friend sounds smart."

"Yeah, she wants to inspect the book before we decide what to do with it. This week was Hunk's turn to take it, but I asked if I could borrow it for a day."

"I feel honored"

"Heck yeah you should. He was giving me that look like he didn't believe I wanted to study it."

"Sounds very hard to imagine that"

"Shut up, mullet."

So yeah, the fun thing is that in one of those chapters, its mentioned the sky and the stars. Most of it was damaged though, and not much could be understood beside the star mentioned. It said that once every five hundred years, "truth would reveal itself in form of a peek from above" and then another one "Sharp diamonds shine brighter than polished gems"

"At first me and my friends didn't get it. But then Pidge pointed out that the moon and the stars om Teyvat are round shaped, sorta, and usually sparkles are designed after rhombs which vaguely look like diamonds. Anyway, what I'm saying is that two weeks from now, we believe a new star will appear. But we also have the right to think it'll bring some sort of chaos cause" he pushed the book away to make space for a roll of paper. "Here it says that lies from afar bring chaos where the steadiness of elements lives in equilibrium." basically anything new that has to do with nature is a big deal for Teyvat."

IDK I'M SLEEPY AND. I HAVE TO READ EVERUHGJTING AGAIN BUT ANYWAY LANCE AND KEITH HANG OUT MORE OFTEN and they keep sneaking inside Sumeru or there to spend time together and try to figure out when the star will appear (they actually don't know yet). Hunk and Pidge get sus cause Lance acts weird, until one day Lance sneaks Keith in again and BAM they get catched but jk it's just Pidge and Hunk and they're like "Who's this?"

And Lance is like "This is uhhh my friend-"

"OMG it's that treasure hoarder!"

"WHAT"

Chaos ensues like "LANCE HOW COULD U" "GUYS IT'S FINE HE'S FINE" but their mess draws the attention of a professor and Lance is like SHIT SHIT shit we gotta hide him

So Hunk, Pidge and Lance hide akeith until they're safe to go, and now finally they ask for an explanation

"HA! So that's why you kept asking to borrow the book. We knew there was something more under your weird random 'studying sessions' but we neve thought it would be THIS" they shout pointing at Keith with both hands, who was sitting on the floor cross legged.

Anyway SKIP FORWARD AGAIN, It's the fated day of the brightest star, IDK if anything happens, I don't think so,BUT Keith and Lance watch it together, nothing happens except idk it's fucking stunning and the moment passes and they're just kinda standing there like "Wow. I thought the end of the world would happen or something."

Lance turns over Keith, who kept silent the whole time. "You okay, mullet? I know you're usually quiet but this time it's a different type of quiet."

"It's just... I think I've been waiting my whole life for this moment to happen, and now I don't know how to feel."

"Was it disappointing?"

After giving it a thought, Keith's tone was confident. "No. It was stunning."

(cause when Keith saw that star, he was instantly brought back to when he was a kid. When he loved the shining stars. He vaguely remembered being held in his father's arm, his mother's caresses, and the stranger's voice again. He had never seen something so beautiful, yet so nostalgic. At some point he looked over Lance. He was bathing in starlight, and for a moment Keith thought he was shining brighter than any star in the sky. He was transfixed by him.)

So when the beauty of nature ends, Keith doesn't understand why the brightness of the brightest star didn't fade away, instead it was looking at him with blue sky eyes and smile soft as clouds. Lance stretched his hand. "Wanna go?"

Keith took it.

(they go down, they are fucking in love with each other idk why or how, AND THEN THE FUCKING PROFESSOR CATCHES THEM AND CAPTURES KEITH. TURNS OUT THEY WERE SPYING ON THE TRIO FOR SOME TIME BECAUSE THEY NOTICED THEY FOUND THE BOOK, then waited for the right moment.)

Keith is sent to prison or idk. Lance is like held IN captivity ??? Lol nah idk but either:

1) Lance rescues Keith

2) Keith gets help from a man aka Shiro aka the archon aka the same voice that told him about the star

2) Keith rescues Lance

And THEN they confess their love for each other.

The end.

OH MY GOD WAIT. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT.

WHAT IF KEITH IS A NORMAL TREASURE HOARDER WITH NO VISION - AND THEN HE OBTAINS IT AFTER SEEING THE STAR IDK, LIKE HE BECOMES PASSIONATE AGAIN, HE FINDS PASSION WITHIN HIMSELF AGAIN IDK IT'S LIKE, it seems such a minuscule, unimportant thing (the bright star a stranger told him about and him giving up on finding it) but Lance brings him to it, he makes this memory resurface and so do his emotions, his passion that he thought he had buried deep within his will to live a different life, a life with a meaning he's been desperately searching for. Because that star was nothing but a star, but for Keith it was more, it was everything. It was hope for a better future, it was a second chance of redemption, if was a purpose in his life, a goal to reach, a place to go to, somewhere he could stay and finally call home.

Stars are just stars, until someone gives them a deeper meaning.

And Lance did that. He didn't let his hate for treasure hoarders blind him and he gave Keith a deeper meaning, one even himself didn't see. Lance saw the truth behind his mask and it wasn't an ugly one.

Lance brought him to his star. Lance

Lance.

Lance was his star.

(AND IDK HOW BUT AT SOME POINT HE GETS HIS VISION RIGHT THERE AND THERE'S LIKE THIS SOFT MOMENT OF AWE AND WOW AND IT'S SO SOFT AND HAPPY and it gets fucking ruined GOD WHY I HATE MYSELF.

There's this délicate and soft atmosphère that settles down, almost giving hope to the reader that once they steadily walk down the stairs, they're gonna get out close together, say each other goodnight and maybe, just maybe, take the other by the arm and *kiss*.

BUT NO THEY DON'T EVEN REACH HALFWAY THE STAIRS THAT THEY GET CAUGHT SGSGHS FUCKING SUMERU DIPISHITS I HATE IT HERE

HOW the fuck does this fic even end tho

#I wrote this before Sumeru dropped #Literally just info dump #How to write??? A fic??? What is writing??? #The struggles of a writer #Klance #Genshin #Sumeru #Genshin impact #Kick #Klance is canon King #Vld #Voltron #Genshin Sumeru #Keith #Lance #Genshin au

[johaerys-writes]

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Pairing: Shiro/Keith

Summary:

After one of Keith's Blades of Marmora missions goes wrong, Kolivan contacts Voltron for help. Shiro rushes to the rescue, determined to get Keith back to safety at all costs — and in the process, they come closer, and further apart, than they ever have.

My contribution to @shirosaveskeith Week, the first of four parts! Chapter 1 is for Day 1: Mission Gone Wrong.

Read on AO3!

Chapter 1: Never Far Behind

“The Blades have been running you ragged, I see.” 

Keith’s image on the screen scoffs, rolls its eyes. He’s just come back from his training, and his hair is still a little damp from his shower. “That only means I’ll kick your ass that much faster next time I see you, Lance.”

“Right, keep dreaming. I’ll have you know we’ve been training a bunch here too. I almost beat Shiro in hand to hand combat the other day. Right?” Lance says as he elbows Shiro with a wink. 

“I… wouldn’t go so far as to say that. But you’ve been making solid progress. You should practise your left uppercut.”

“Hear that, Lance?” Keith drawls. “You should practise your left uppercut. Probably because it sucks as much as your right one.”

“Oh yeah? Just wait till you come over here and I’ll give you a taste of both my uppercuts, you—”

Keith leans back in the chair and crosses his arms, the fabric of his tight black shirt stretching across his shoulders. There’s a pleased smirk on his lips, one he’s trying to hide behind an unimpressed frown. Shiro himself might have been fooled, perhaps, had he not seen that same moue of amusement curling the corners of Keith’s mouth countless times before. It isn't long before Shiro finds himself smiling, too.

It's been weeks since Keith has found the time to call them. Enough for Shiro to miss even his incessant bickering with Lance. The Blades have been sending him on mission after mission, from one corner of the Galra empire to the next. The edges of weariness are easy to detect in the faint circles that line his eyes, the tightness in the line of his jaw. 

“All this talk of training has made me hungry,” Hunk says. “How’s the food in the Blades’ headquarters? Better than here? You could sneak something in next time you come, right?”

“I guess… if you like swamp lizard jerky. Oh, and we had some Markhor mushrooms the other day, those with the weird webbing on top? Made my tongue feel fuzzy for a few hours after. And Olkari ant porridge—”

“Stop, stop, I’ll throw up,” Hunk gags and claps his hand over his mouth. “That's worse than I thought.”

“Yeah, it is, buddy,” Lance says and pats Hunky sympathetically on the shoulder. “Remember what happened last time you tried those mushrooms? Not one of your best ideas.”

“I wouldn’t have had to try the mushrooms if you’d just remembered to take the sandwiches I’d made before the mission!”

“Sandwiches with food-goo filling? Everyone was grateful I forgot those, believe me.”

“If by ‘everyone’ you mean Coran and the mice, then, yeah, I suppose they were grateful. They didn’t even leave a crumb! Man, those were good. I should go make those for lunch today.”

“I think I’ll stick to regular food goo, if that’s okay,” Shiro says, and Keith snorts. They catch each other’s eye and share a conspiratorial smile, and, for a brief moment, it’s just like old times, when Keith was still with them, part of the team. Shiro’s heart gives a distinctive, painful little thump at the thought, one he’s come to know well. 

“Yeah, yeah, you all keep turning your nose up, but then you still gobble down everything I make. What’s new?” Hunk shakes his head and stands up. "I'll go help Pidge with that new Galra fighter simulator she’s been making. It was nice seeing you, Keith.”

“You, too, Hunk. You, Lance, not so much.”

“Don’t think so, mullet. Everyone loves me— even you.” He winks and picks up his jacket that’s hanging over the back of his chair. “I’m off too. Coran’s been wanting to do some readings on Red, so I’ll probably be flying her around the castle for the next two hours. Leave you two some time to catch up as well,” he nods at Shiro. “See you around, Keith. And don’t get killed.”

“I’ll do my best.” 

A brief silence falls after Hunk and Lance leave. Keith is watching him, and the way the harsh artificial light of the screen illuminates his face has him looking paler than usual, more drawn. Shiro crosses his arms before his chest and meets his gaze levelly, trying to ignore the sudden shift in the atmosphere as soon as they were left alone.

“So… your missions have been going well?” Shiro asks, to fill the quiet.

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[autisticlancemcclain]

Shiro has seen Mean Girls so many times it’s actually disgusting. He quotes the movie in his sleep. (He didn’t believe that when Adam initially told him, but then he woke up one morning to Adam shoving a video of dead-asleep him muttering “Boo, you whore,” before rolling over and accidentally smacking Adam’s face with a flailing arm, and he could deny it no further.)

Because he’s seen the movie so many truly horrifying times, when he hears a constant, unbroken, furious scream echo through the castle, his brain immediately assumes he’s at home, mouthing along to Regina George’s tantrum as Adam sighs (fondly, although he’s rather snort powdered arsenic than admit it) at him from beside the couch, so it takes him a couple minutes to shake that off and react.

“Who is yelling?” he asks, as soon as he’s oriented. Everyone working in the briefing room with him — Pidge, Coran, Lance, and Hunk — offer some sort of murmured confusion.

“Is it maybe a burst pipe? Those sometimes sound really shrill,” Pidge suggests.

“I don’t think so,” Shiro says. “That sounds…angry, almost? As if —”

He’s interrupted by someone kicking — no, literally kicking — the door clean off it’s hinges. Allura storms in, still screaming, Keith following behind her several dozen healthy steps away.

“I hate it here!” she shouts.

“Do you,” Pidge mutters sarcastically, forgetting about Altean superhearing, and then immediately cowers behind Hunk upon Allura’s terrifying reminder (in the form of shifting some fangs into her mouth and literally hissing at Pidge. Yikes).

“What’s wrong, dear?” Coran tries, much warier and gentler.

Allura just yells again and stomps over to the chair Lance has pulled out for her.

“It’s that asshole Empire general we have in custody,” Keith pipes up, still a very safe distance away from Allura. “We did everything we could think of to make him talk, and it isn’t working.”

“He doesn’t believe us at all!” Allura shouts, throwing her hands up. “He calls our bluff every quiznacking time, and we can’t get a single thing out of him! And he is so smug, believe me, if I could wipe that look off his face —”

She cuts herself off as she takes a sip of water, looking gratefully as Lance, who must have gotten her a glass.

“He’s lucky I have morals and won’t gut him,” she says darkly, glowering at the space in front of her. (Shiro imagines that she’s thinking about all the possible ways she could, in fact, gut him.)

“I mean, none of us are you going to be particularly upset if you gut him,” Hunk says. “Like, he sucks, right? Experimented on children? I don’t actually think it’s all that immoral if you gut him.”

Allura growls and says nothing, curling up as tight as she can and continuing to glare at the wall.

Keith speaks on her behalf after it becomes clear she’s done. “We need information from him, unfortunately. A lot of it, at that. So killing him wouldn’t exactly help us.”

“And so we’re at a bit of on impasse,” Shiro surmises.

“Yep. The Blade has… resources, to force information, but they’re currently going through a system’s update and are unreachable, for at least the next couple of days. And the longer we hold this guy the better his chances of escaping, so.”

“I’ve been trying for hours,” Allura says, and for the first time she starts to look more upset than angry. “I can’t do this anymore. He just — he keeps bragging, about every horrible thing he’s done. I can’t listen anymore.”

Lance, having procured a blanket from what must have been thin air (since they are in the briefing room, which has no blankets or pillows or anything, and he was definitely not holding a blanket when he came into the room — how did he do that?), wraps it around her shoulders and squeezes them gently.

“Don’t worry, ‘Llura. You’re done. We’ll get him to talk, okay?”

“How?” Allura asks miserably. “The only thing he’s afraid of is dying, and we can’t kill him.”

Lance grins.

Shiro would not call it comforting.

“Oh, don’t worry. If death is what he’s afraid of, I’ll get him talking. “

Keith raises an eyebrow. “What’re you gonna do, torture him?”

Lance shrugs. “Not, like, technically.”

“You’re not going to torture him,” Pidge says. “I call bullshit.”

Lance hums. He reaches over to pat Allura on the head, then unclips his bayard from his belt. He closes his eyes, concentrating, and then the bayard is enveloped with a familiar, neon-blue light. When the light fades, a shiny revolver is left behi —

Wait.

A revolver?

Shiro blinks. The revolver remains where it is, so it’s no figment of his imagination. And it’s not even white and blue, like his other bayard forms. This just looks like a human revolver — shiny silver, with a wooden handle worn smooth, fitting seamlessly into Lance’s thin hands.

“What the fuck is that,” Hunk says, voicing what everyone is thinking.

“A gun,” Lance says cheerily.

Coran’s eyebrows furrow. “It looks a little… different, from your usual forms, lad.”

“Yep! My other bayard forms are all Altean, so they’ve all got the laser shots. I needed bullets.”

“That… should not be possible.”

Lance looks at Coran in confusion. “What do you mean? I do it all the time! The bayard is supposed to manifest into into whatever weapon you need most, right? I summoned a bronze spear last week. Why would this be any different?”

“You made a spear?”

“Uh, yeah? I was fighting a new level in training and I let the gladiator get too close, so long range wasn’t going to work, but I’m not great at sword fighting yet so I had to adapt. I didn’t beat the level, though.”

Lance looks dejected. As if the fact that he didn’t beat a training level somehow negates the fact that he’s unlocked more than one bayard form, and many of them aren’t even Altean.

“Sometimes I forget that the rules of the universe don’t seem to apply to you,” Shiro says, because that’s the only sentence he can think to say that would adequately voice his complete bewilderment.

“That’s what I’ve been fucking saying!” Hunk cries, startling everyone in the room with his intensity. “I swear to God! He does things because he decides he should be able to, physics be damned!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lance says loftily. “I’m normal.”

Everyone speaks at the same time.

“No, you’re not.”

“And we love you for it, dear,” Coran adds.

Everyone nods hastily (Keith also blushes, which is hilarious and absolutely something Shiro is going to mock him for later).

Lance goes a little red. “Stop being mushy,” he complains. “I’m about to go threaten to shoot somebody. You’re going to knock me off my game.”

“Deepest apologies, Mr. Mafioso,” Hunk teases. “Lead the way.”

Grumbling, Lance does, and everyone follows. (Even Allura, who explained that while she is tired of hearing the asshole speak, she has complete faith in Lance and will not miss him scaring him into spilling. She admits, however, that she has no idea what the hell Lance has planned. Shiro is as curious as he is apprehensive.)

“Okay, all of you go away now,” Lance says as they reach the doors of the holding cell. “You can still watch, or whatever, but no one can come in with me.”

Endlessly inquisitive, the team piles into the tiny observation room attached to the cell, looking through the one-way glass.

Their prisoner sits, bored, handcuffed to the chair he’s sitting on. He stares at the ceiling, eyes vacant.

Shiro thinks about how he smiled as he tortured children, babies, for his own intellectual pleasure, and feels his heart harden.

Lance walks into the room calmly, which isn’t what Shiro expected. He’s not sure what he was expecting, but it surely wasn’t Lance, completely expressionless, walking quietly into the room to stare at the general wordlessly.

After several minutes of careful assessment, the general snorts.

“I have just been threatened violently for hours by an Altean royal and a half-Galra Blade,” he says, amused. “And it did nothing. So now they send a scrawny human?” He sneers, voice turning taunting. “How do you expect to break me, runt? Am I meant to laugh myself into looser lips, so you can earn insight into the fraction of the information I hold? No common jester will make me speak, boy. In fact it is a mockery for you to try.”

Without even blinking, Lance raises an arm, aims his gun at the general’s face, and shoots.

The deafening bang of the gun hides any noise the general may have made, but his face clouds in terror before it narrows into rage. He attempts to raise his hand to the side of his head, but the handcuffs keep them firmly below his knees.

“You shot me!” he yells.

“You’re welcome,” Lance says, tilting his head. His expression remains unchanged — terrifyingly blank.

“You insect! You mite! You speak of dirt beneath my heel! Why would I lower myself to thank you for anything, especially an attempt on my life?”

“That was no attempt on your life.”

“You have carved a wound into my skull with a bullet!”

Lance inclines his head. “Yes. And you are alive to speak of it. I have shown you mercy. You will thank me.”

The general spits on the ground in front of Lance.

“I will do no such thing.”

“Okay,” Lance says evenly. “I will warn you again.”

Before anyone can process, he raises his arm again, and shoots.

This time, it takes less time for the general to react.

“I am remarkably resilient to pain,” he snarls. “No matter how many times you graze me with a bullet, I will not tell you anything.”

Lance nods again. “You’re right. How foolish of me.”

The general spits again. “Yes, you picture of insolence.”

“I waited a long time for access to you,” Lance continues, as if the general had not spoken.

The general actually looks confused, which is a welcome change from his insufferable smugness, even though Shiro’s not sure how it’s helpful.

“I am not Allura. Nor am I Keith. They are very noble, and are so endlessly enthusiastic about positive change to the universe. They are too determined to cut their losses and find other ways to gain information.”

For the first time, Lance grins. It can only be described as shark-like.

Cruel, even. Shiro has never thought Lance cruel, before, and it’s startling.

“I have no such reservations. You have no use to me, and I will not waste the Coalition’s resources.”

He opens the chamber of his revolver, delicately removes one bullet, and then shakes the whole gun upside down. The rest of the bullets fall to the floor with a clatter.

For the briefest moment, fear flashes across the general’s face, before it’s replaced by a snarl.

“Your games don’t frighten me.”

Lance shrugs, spinning the bullet chamber before slamming it closed, and re-aiming.

This time, he aims right in between the general’s eyes.

“It’s not meant to frighten you. It’s meant to amuse me.”

Pidge inhales sharply. “Is he actually going to fucking kill him? We need that information!”

“Have some faith,” Keith says breathlessly, eye transfixed on the scene in front of him. “When Lance says he’ll do something, he will, yeah?”

“Fair,” Hunk murmurs.

Each of them startles when the first shot rings through the cell.

A blank.

“You will get nothing from me,” the general hisses.

Lance doesn’t respond.

Another bang.

“I do not —”

Another bang. Then another, before the general can even open his mouth.

He is no longer trying to mask his fear. His terror is as plain on his face as it was on each of his victim’s faces, as they begged him to stop and return them home.

Lance laughs. The sound echoes, sending shivers down Shiro’s spine.

Another bang. Another blank.

A revolver only has six chambers.

No more blanks.

“Enjoy your final breath,” he taunts, and curls his finger around the trigger.

“Wait!”

Lance pauses. “Why should I?”

“I’ll talk,” the general begs. “I’ll talk. All the information I have. It’s yours.”

Lance hums consideringly, tapping the — loaded, Jesus fucking Christ — gun against his chin.

“No,” he decides, after a moment, re-aiming the gun. “I don’t care.”

“What is he doing,” Pidge hisses again, and this time Shiro is inclined to agree with her. He turns slightly to the door.

“Maybe we should stop —”

“Have some faith,” Keith repeats firmly.

Shiro swallows and forces himself away from the doorknob.

“Please, please, anything.”

Shiro doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone look as desperate as the prisoner does now.

“Any information you need. I have more than you know.”

“Ooooooh,” Lance coos. “Now we’re getting somewhere. A trade?”

“My information for my life,” the general agrees hastily.

Lance pouts. “Aw, I guess I have to. Even though I was really looking forward to seeing your brains decorate the wall.” He sighs, petulant. “I guess you get to live. Start talking.”

The prisoner slumps forward, sweat and tears alike dripping from his face.

“Thank you,” he weeps. “Thank you for your mercy.”

Lance wrinkles his nose. “The more pitiful you look the less inclined I am to keep you alive,” he says, and the prisoner sobers up quickly. He immediately starts talking — he spills everything. Communication secrets, everything from trickle-down orders to secret projects organized by Haggar herself. By the time he finishes — hours later — they have more information than they have ever had in one place.

All because Lance isn’t afraid to get messy with a gun, apparently.

“Thank you,” Lance says when the prisoner’s stream of information trickles to a stop.

The prisoner swallows. “What now? Do I await trial?”

“Tell me,” Lance says sweetly, “how many children did you free, after you finished them? After they gave you everything they could? After you stole everything they had? How many of your experiments —” he spits the word, falsely saccharine tone dissipating to genuine fury — “did you show mercy to?”

Terror once again makes the general’s face grotesque.

“Please,” he says quietly. “I was only following orders.”

Lance does not hesitate. “I don’t care.”

No one stops him from shooting the prisoner point-blank. Even if they could, they don’t think they would. After spending the last several hours hearing what he had done… there’s no sympathy left for him.

Lance leaves the holding cells as neatly as he entered it, without a backwards glance at the body slumped behind him.

The team rushes out to meet him.

“That was horrifying,” Pidge says enthusiastically. “I’ll be real, you had me nervous at the beginning. But, damn. You got where you needed to go. I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Neither did I,” Keith mutters, ears red, and somehow Shiro thinks he and Pidge are thinking two vastly different things.

Lance shrugs. “Me either! I wasn’t even sure if it was going to work, but I saw it in a T.V. show a while back so I thought I’d give it a whirl.”

Despite the literal execution he just witnessed and the splatter of dark blood on Lance’s forehead, Shiro can’t help the laughter bubbling up his throat.

“You are full of surprises,” he says, and Lance beams.

#ends a little abruptly but that’s okay 😌 i just wanted to write a little bit of unhinged lance #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #shiro #takashi shirogane #allura #princess allura #keith #keith kogane #klance #pining keith #broganes #pidge #pidge holt #hunk #hunk garrett #coran #bamf lance #dark lance #angry lance #murder #torture #like only technically but whatever #team as family #mom friend lance #my writing #fic #longpost

[re-ikrmso]

Pidge stood atop the hill, the soon blackening sky approaching the lowering sun.

Today was a fucking weird-ass day, but it wasn't like they had a concept of normal anyways. They met all kinds of creatures, or pokemon (that insisted they were not pokemon). And a person that said he got turned into a pokemon--but that 's a whole other shitshow for another moment.

But more importantly, they knew.

They knew of Pidge, and thier situation, and when they heard their plight--Pidge realized they didn't have to try to defend themselves while explaining.

That emptiness...it followed them everywhere, and they saw that gaping cavity within a few moments.

And still, they did not chastise Pidge for what they already knew was "wrong".

It felt nice to serve. It felt nice to be useful, even for the worst of the worst. It was nice to have the breeze in their (totally not girly) hair.

Mangie approached Pidge from behind, thier callous and ungrateful hooves dragging through the dirt.

A glance back. Eyes met. And Pidge tilted thier head fully to Mangie.

"...You get it, right?"

...

"Yeah. I fuckin do."

Mangie sat down next to pidge, looking out at the sunset in a grimace.

"...And I'm sorry for what you had to do."

"...Thank you, Mangie. I just...wish things were different. Better."

"But...you can't imagine it, right? Team Rocket's been your whole life"."

"..It has."

"Is it still going to stay that way?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"maybe."

Pidge looked back into the sun again, and thought of the little boy who had called him his friend. Who clung to his gloves--who had the nonexistent presence of his perpetually busy parents. He was lonely in a way that was hard to describe. And he was kind.

Pidge had seen himself just for a moment in that boy.

"...I have someone I care about. Does that count?"

"...Sure as hell does, mate."

----

Was listening to this:

The Doll on the Bridge - Undertoad OST

#crossover shi in my head augh #team rocket oc #c!mangie #ocs #oc #writing stuff #writing practice #for funnn