#BOM Fic

[sourcabbages]

"i got sent as backup to this mission and it turns out its u im backing up"

#klance #voltron legendary defender #is this trope still alive i rmb loving this tropeeeee #that one fic where lance is like aha..im kinda trying to rebound from this guy rn so *flirts* what do u think #and bom keith is like “who the hell is this guy ur tryna get over” #ohhhhHHhhhhhhh #artfart #mine

[autisticlancemcclain]

“A breach.”

“Yes.”

“In security.”

“Correct.”

“Your people? A breach in security?”

“…Affirmative.”

In literally any other circumstance, Lance would get it. Hell, he’d probably be just as incredulous as Allura. Kolivan? The Blades? A security breach? Yeah, right.

Unfortunately for Lance, he is very familiar with this particular security breach.

“An unidentified individual has assumed the identity of a Blade, and has been taking missions on their behalf.”

“Who’s identity did they take?” It’s Shiro who asks, this time, because Allura is looking at Kolivan with such disappointed disbelief that she’s probably not going to speak for a good, long while.

“They created their own false identity. Akira Romanoff.”

Yeah, Lance is real familiar with Akira Romanoff, security breach in the Blades of Marmora, mysterious person who’s been completing solo missions for the Blade right under their nose, then disappearing. He’d even say he knows this security breach personally. Incredibly personally, in fact. Lance would even say he knows this security breach better than anyone else in the universe.

Lance is the security breach.

And if the Blade of Marmora finds out… Lance doesn’t want to know what will happen.

#IK ITS SHORT #but i promise the fic will be longer #and awesome #it features bamf secret spy lance 😈😈 #lance #lance mcclain #langst #vld #voltron #blade of marmora #blade lance #bom lance #bamf lance #wip tease #my writing #fic fragment

[starcrossedpaladins]

does anyone have any klance fic recommendations where keith was raised by the blade?

#i know ive seen fics like this before #but if i search bom keith its not exactly this #i want keith thats fascinated with the paladins because he want to learn about his human heritage #and overprotective blades who make lance prove himself to them #klance #klance fic #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltron legendary disappointment #my posts

[othystt]

bomtober day one ☆ favourite character(s)

couldn't choose just one! take both connor and kevin.

#late to my own event #ill try and do every day but school keeps me busy #and i need time to write my fics #bomtober23 #my art #the book of mormon #book of mormon #tbom #tbom musical #bom #kevin price #elder price #connor mckinley #elder mckinley

[klaissance]

indulgent established klance long-distance boyfriends coalition paladins/BOM keith reunion event GO:

keith gets to the dinner early

he had to ask kolivan to put him on the list as one of the BOM agents going and if that dude ever laughed at anything keith would swear he was laughing at him when he uninvited somebody else to put keith on the list

it's this gorgeous bigass hall with lovely vaulted ceilings and the biggest longest table keith has ever seen

aproned aliens are in set-up mode, scurrying around setting utensils and plates and namecards and chairs all around this table

keith has his mask up and everything and he nods respectfully at some of the staff as he starts to walk the length of the table

it's been too long since he saw the team he knows that and they know it too

he knows they miss him, knows it in his bones that they miss him at least some fragment as much as he aches for them (which is so much all the time)

pidge hacked a touchpad to let it transmit through the signal jammer outfitted at the BOM base so he does get to message and call home sometimes but tbh he's not on-base very often before he's jetting off to the next crazy mission halfway across the galaxy

anyway he's in this hall scanning the namecards and letting his mind wander while he waits for the guests--but mostly his former team--to show up

he finds his own card next to kolivan's, only it just says "blade of marmora guest" anonymous and replaceable, just like usual

allura is set to be seated at the head of the table with the other important people and key speakers

keith smiles despite himself at the thought of allura pacing the halls of the castleship this past week, running through versions of speeches for anyone who will listen

the smile turns into an ache when he thinks of lance, perched on the kitchen counter, legs swinging, or draped across the lounge couch, head tipped off the edge, listening and humming appraisingly at all the right moments

turning those warm brown eyes to the ceiling and pretending to think hard on it when allura asks him if he thinks she's ready

"of course princess" he'd say, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing gently

"I think you were born ready"

because lance has always been good at that, at making you feel like the most capable person in the Universe

halfway down the opposite side of this grandiose table, keith finds what he hadn't known he'd been looking for: four name placards right in a row, each labeled with a name and "Paladin of Voltron"

takashi shirogane, pidge holt, hunk garrett, and lance mcclain

keith frowns sourly at the next name, some alien duke or duchess or whatever the fuck, somebody important who has just won the diplomacy dinner lottery by being offered the seat next to the blue paladin

he looks across the table from here to his own seat, looming positively miles away across and down this long ass mcfreaking table

who made this chart anyway???

keith is still grumping about it as people begin to show up and he shrinks a little into himself, scanning the room for those familiar faces, the anticipation buzzing under his skin

he's so lost in the looking that he forgets himself and gets totally ambushed by a voice right up against his ear

"Getting on just as socially as usual, I see"

he whirls ready to FIGHT but it's allura !!! and the relief and joy at seeing her in person for the first time in multiple space-months is such whiplash that he pitches straight into her open arms and holds tight

when he recovers he takes down the mask and squirms awkwardly

allura is gentle and kind, knows he hates the diplomacy part, knows he's only here because he misses all of them, one of them in particular...

they do small talk for a bit, allura growing worse and worse at hiding her amusement as keith continues to turn and stare at the door with increasing frequency

her eyes are sparkling the way they do when she gossips and she asks him point blank "so, you must be excited to see your boyfriend again"

keith's mind goes blank "n-no" yknow like a liar

she's downright snickering at him and he still can't resist scanning the room

she throws him a bone, tells him the other paladins are running late coming back from the parade but will arrive soon

keith is like coolcoolcool no doubt no doubt but really cannot stop staring at the door and feeling like he might throw up and is his hair okay he didn't really think about this before he showed up, hasn't even seen it in actually days because he's had the suit on, and the suit is DUMB what the fUcK--

they get approached by other diplomats from various coalition planets and allura turns on the schmooze

keith checks his touchpad--there are three messages from lance

"SORRY BABE RUNNIGN LATE"

"c u so SOON :3 <33333333"

"*RUNNING"

" :D "

#long post #my writing #this isnt a fic but like isnt it though #could make it one officially i suppose #this is really how my brain works though it's in colorful bullets #so so close to being real prose but not quite #klance #keith and allura being besties #bom keith #coalition lance #ermmmm idk what else to tag this #vld ficlet #sort of #idk lmk if people enjoy this type of post or if this is pointless for u #if u like it i can do more i have lots of these in a doc #if u hate it i can be more focused on turning them into actual fics #OH NO IT NEEDS A PART TWO BC CHARACTER LIMIT LMFAO

[2phie]

today was a glorious day

#fyi ts did not drop another album i was just thinking of something to put #also should i make this a template? #wddl the only bom fic ever #i mean it kinda is the only bom fic happening rn #tbom musical #the book of mormon

[randomkidstarfic]

We're still on hiatus, but have a double update for holiday season.

#kidstar #double update #fic update #FttS #BoM #Chapter 64 #chapter 20

[bombuni]

but …how do we feel about pet play or hybrid au’s 🫣 i lowkey wanna write something with that

#baring my SOUL on here #ateez #ateez smut #ateez fic #ateez imagines #bom text

[chef-alta]

I don't have access to netflix anymore atm, but I still somehow found myself hyperfixating on VLD content even though I haven't been active in the fandom in like...5-6 years xD Specifically Galra-related content, especially the Blade of Marmora, since I was obsessed with those mfs when the show was still running

And then I somehow got myself obsessed with rarepairs that haven't had active fandoms/new content in the last two years, cuz I torture myself :')))

#vld #blade of marmora #galra #i just think theyre neat #listen ive been consuming so much galra/bom-centric fics for the last month and a bit help- #also the rarepairs ive been obsessed over are uliro and sendaxus #pls inject the uliro content into my bloodstream #also i used to be super gei for thace and kolivan #...who am i kidding im still gei for them lmao #alta talks

[phierecycled]

It really be like that

#every fan fic is DARK #(and I love it) #like if neither Connor or Kevin is majorly depressed #then Kevin has ptsd and anxiety #and if there’s bom of that then Connor is depressed with internalised homophobia #and if there’s none of that their families hate them #and if there’s none of that mafala dies #and if there’s none of ALL THAT there is no BoM fanfiction #broadway #musicals #tbom #tbom musical #bom #elder price #the book of mormon muscial #bom musical #kevin price #book of mormon musical #elder mckinley #mcpriceley #mcpriceley fan fiction #connor mckinley

[graphx]

Hiraeth!Keith oneshot (1)

read it all here!

trigger warnings// suicidal ideologies, war, blood, injury etc. (general Blade of Marmora stuff)

“GIVE IT BACK!”

Kolivan effortlessly dodged once again, Keith’s new sword that felt wrong in his hands barely grazing the long braid he wore that hung behind him. He adjusted his grip with a twist of his wrist but Kolivan simply backhanded him away, his strike not even grazing him.

“Emotions are a luxury we can’t afford,” Kolivan warned as he unbalanced Keith with a simple kick to the back of his knees. “You are attached to this blade; it is all you have left of your world. But that planet is gone, nothing but dust and rubble lost to the empty expanse of space. You must accept that if you are to survive here.”

His bones ached and throbbed but he still got to his feet, charging again like it was second nature. Kolivan punched him and he couldn’t tell where, the impact feeling all too similar to the rest of his body which he was sure was becoming a giant bruise.

With every hit he learned to roll with the impact better, getting up faster and faster, not allowing Kolivan a second to breathe. He punched while he deflected Kolivan’s weapon and missed. He kicked before he striked, learning and adapting based on what he saw Kolivan do. Not that it mattered. Keith hadn’t even managed to land one hit.

Keith had been told all his life by his father that he could do anything if he just set his mind to it. His dad had never lied before but Keith was starting to doubt it all the same. He wanted more than anything in the world, no the universe, to beat Kolivan, to get his knife, the only thing he had left, back and he would spill as much blood as he needed to get it back-

He had convinced himself that the reason he was failing was because this knife wasn’t his, it was similar but wrong, it fit into his hand wrong, it set against his belt wrong, it was too heavy and too light and at the same time, and it was all wrong. Kolivan could be beaten, he could escape, he could go back to a home that wasn’t there if he could just win but that was wrong too.

Keith could listen to his dad’s raspy voice again if he could hit harder. He could watch the sky bleed from twilight to dusk again on the porch if he could just move faster. He could feel wind in his hair and the ground rushing past him on his dad’s bike if he could just win.

A daze had taken over him, a delusional obsession deep in his gut that he believed with every fiber of his being that if he just did enough he could go home. He didn’t want to remember the fleets blocking out the sky, his father’s panicked voice, the tremors shaking the ground, the running, the smoke, the fire illuminating the blue glow of two crescents beneath cheeks as blood mixed with ash and his knife gleamed a little duller.

He had run away from it all, taken to a ship he didn’t recognize, pressed against people he didn’t know, drowning on dry land trying to breathe above the crowd towering over him-

And then Kolivan was there, a firm presence at his side that was wrong. It shouldn’t have been claws against his shoulder, it should have been his dad’s calloused hands. It shouldn’t be a pale multicolored face with a scar that ran down the side, it should have been his father’s with a nick above his eyebrow. He wanted to run, to feel sand under his feet, and run away as fast and far as he could because everything was wrong and nothing was going to change that. 

More than anything he was angry. More than that he was exhausted and he couldn’t run from that anymore as he sank to his knees, gasping for breath. It was a tiny rebellion, to show emotion when Kolivan had just told him not to. He glared up at him with all the fury his soul could produce, only for the taller Galran to kneel beside him.

“What do you want, Keith?” Kolivan asked indifferently, observing him with golden eyes.

“...I want my knife… back… it’s not… yours!” Keith heaved, scrambling to his knees.

“If you defeat me your weapon will be returned to you. But you must first learn how to defeat me. Knowledge is greater than power.” Kolivan stated so nonchalantly like it was simple. “You are powerful, you have survived through many endeavors, but you still cannot win. But you still must do what needs to be done.”

Keith’s gaze followed Kolivan’s blade as he dropped it, the sound echoing as soon as it hit the floor. He stared up in disbelief but he only waited. Keith watched the Blade lose its glow, no longer in Kolivan’s grasp. The insignia in the crossguard grew dark as he looked on impassively, waiting for the action Keith would take.

“You should have killed me by now,” Kolivan said calmly, like he knew Keith wouldn’t move. It snapped him from his shock, lunging for the hilt and crossing it with his own to rest barely an inch from Kolivan’s neck. Humiliation burned under his skin that he had to bend over to reach his height, but he still didn’t move, eyes not leaving Keith’s.

“You are granting me mercy. That was your first mistake,” Kolivan’s form blurred right in front of him and he didn’t even get the chance to nick him as Kolivan swept his legs out from under him. His stance mirrored the one Keith had taken not seconds ago, both swords hovering over his neck. Keith glared down at the swords, meeting Kolivan’s stare without flinching. It wasn’t like he had anything to lose.

“You are not powerful enough to grant mercy. You must permanently deal with your enemies to ensure they don’t hurt you or anyone else. Power is the ability to choose. The Blade of Marmora doesn’t have that option.” Kolivan lowered his sword. “Neither do you.”

Keith was quiet, no longer meeting his eyes. He only heard Kolivan sheath his own blade before setting down Keith’s own.

“Each blade is unique to every member. It is tied to your life force and bloodline. You should make your own in the forgery. Use the Luxite provided there sparingly, it is hard to gather these days.”

Before exiting Kolivan stopped, turning back to him. “Choose a new name. Your previous title has very obvious origins. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that your species is now very coveted by Alteans and Galrans which are currently the most powerful species in the galaxy. If you are to help the Blade of Marmora avenge your planet you must become one of us. Embrace your new duty to the universe… A purpose is a very important thing here. Don’t lose sight of your own.”

It took Keith a while to realize he had even left. The words and empty warnings floated through the empty space of his mind as he laid, motionless, on the floor. What did he want? What purpose did he even have here? What was even the point of getting off this shiny, cold floor?

Keith could have pondered those questions for the rest of his life. He could give up, right here, and never move again. The others probably wouldn’t even notice, if they even cared enough to. Who could blame him? A kid, alone, literally thrown into an unknown universe. The only planet he had ever known was destroyed before his eyes by a war he couldn’t even hope to understand. What could one helpless kid abandoned by the cosmos itself hope to do?

It was at that moment Keith decided he didn’t need hope. His dad had died helping people, and Keith would die doing the same thing. He wanted to avenge his planet, his dad, his home, his memories, even if he had to give up all of them to do it. Remembering would only tether him to the moment he lost it all. He didn’t have time for that. 

He forced himself to move, to crawl, to spite the world itself. The Blade of Marmora wanted to use him? Keith would use them right back to fuel the supernova of rage building in his chest. He would shed all the blood he needed to, enough to drown the stars themselves. He would destroy, maim, shatter and crush anything that got in his way. He would burn the sun itself even if it would only leave him with ashes.

It was enough. It had to be. It wasn’t like he had anything else.

#VLD Hiraeth AU #galra keith #voltron #vld #my fic #blade of marmora #BOM!Keith #Krolia #Keith and Krolia #Krolia and Keith #Keith & Krolia #Krolia & Keith #Ulaz #ulaz vld #vld ulaz #vld thace #vld kolivan #vld antok #antok vld #thace vld #kolivan vld #thace #antok #kolivan #voltron ledgendary defender #keith vld #vld keith #keith kogane #keith voltron #voltron keith

[galraluver]

I finally got the inspiration to write a part of the next chapter for my BoM Parent Scenarios again, and who else thinks Ulaz would be proud of his kids being mischievous when they get older? I personally hc that Ulaz was mischievous when he was a child, so he'd probably be proud if his kids were the same way

#Ulaz #VLD Ulaz #Random Post #Fic Spoilers #BoM Parent Scenarios #Blade of Marmora Parent Scenarios #Ulaz x Reader #Galra #Voltron AU Where Everybody Lives #Voltron Legendary Defender #Voltron #BoM #Blade of Marmora

[sebrrari]

YOU BASTARD !!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU !!!!BRING MARK INTO THIS!!!!!!!!!! dmaaged im damaged we gotta man down

bom what have you dONE (i mean i started it but know that i am partially blaming u)

(trans!seb/mark webber ficlet under the cut in which aston martin did the crop top debauchery instead of mclaren; content info under cut as well 😘)

mark's sitting on a stool getting mic'ed up for broadcast when he sees it - seb walking around in a ridiculous aston martin green crop top and his ever-present baggy shorts. he's being trailed by three cameras and seven team staff, so it's clearly for some kind of promo. that doesn't make it any less inconveniently sexy.

(content info: trans male character, slut shaming, rough sex, unprotected penetrative sex; unbeta'd and rushed as fuck so let's just take it all with a grain of salt 🥴)

by the time seb gets back to his driver's room after the session, there's a text from mark with two words: keep it.

easy enough. he bites the inside of his cheek, rolls his eyes, and stuffs the shirt into his bag.

when seb's finally released from debrief (late, as always; mostly his own fault, as always), he bikes over to the side entrance of mark's hotel and lets himself into the suite. mark's not there yet, so seb perches on the edge of the bed and shucks his sweater off. he's fiddling with the rainbow patch on the side of the vest when the door swings open and mark enters. he spots seb immediately, eyes narrowing.

he rakes his gaze over every inch of seb’s exposed skin - his toned arms, his pale, deceptively soft stomach, the gorgeous blonde hairs that dust his body. mark will never tire of sight, whether it’s in a tasteless, sexy crop top or pajamas - it’s the fact that it’s seb.

"mate," mark says. "what the fuck have you been wearing?"

seb looks at him innocently, raising an eyebrow. "what, you don't like it?"

mark crosses the room with quick strides, grabs seb by the sequined collar and scowls down at him.

"i didn't say that," mark growls, then pushes seb until his back hits the mattress. he makes quick work of both their clothes, save for the gaudy vest. but when seb starts wriggling his way up the bed and spreads his legs, mark stops him with a hand clenched high on his thigh.

"nah, babe," mark leers. "i wanna watch you do some work." seb can't hide the shivery thrill that rocks through him. he rolls to make room for mark on the bed, then straddles him and pouts until mark gives him a quick, biting kiss that goes straight to his cock.

seb sighs as he eases himself down onto mark's dick, his pussy opening up easily for him. he's so deep, so fast that it's right between pain and pleasure - his favorite line to toe with mark.

mark wastes no time in grabbing seb's hips to bounce him punishingly fast on his dick. his grip digs into a fading bruise on seb's hipbone - seb yelps and his cunt squeezes around mark's length.

"is there anyone in the paddock who didn't see you in that fucking shirt today? do you think they imagined you like this, sebi?" mark asks in a furious murmur. seb punches out a shocked noise at the thought, his dick swelling and his core tightening. mark hums and skirts his hands up until they're under the shirt, cupping seb's pecs and twisting his nipples.

"fuck, mark," seb cries out. "don't care about them."

"no?" mark prods. "then why did you walk around like that? just to cool yourself off? sure." mark digs his nails into the smooth skin of seb's chest and drags down to his stomach, making welts appear all the way down his skin to where his bush begins.

"you wanted them to see, huh?" mark coos meanly between filthy, hot slaps of their bodies meeting. he bends his knees to get more leverage, and seb moans deep in his throat and shakes his head wildly, but it's no use - mark presses on. "christ, you're a slut."

a sob catches in seb's throat and his eyes screw shut. the top is itching against his hot skin but he's so wound up it barely registers beneath the way he's prickling with need all over.

"knew it," mark smirks, his eyes blown near-black and his thrusts growing brutal and unforgiving. it's an onslaught that fills seb up and wrings him back out just as fast, like his body wants to take and give and take some more.

seb drops down onto all fours so he's hovering over mark, his ass out and his hair falling into his eyes. the change in angle makes it easier for mark to fuck up into his cunt just right, hitting where seb needs it. it's a rush of sensation that hooks around him and pulls until he's right on the edge.

"please, mark," seb sobs.

"yeah, alright," mark allows through gritted teeth. "go on, babe."

seb locks his right elbow and reaches his left hand down between his folds to gather their pre come on his fingers, uses it to ease the friction as he strokes his cock faster, pressing in harder and harder until it hurts. sensations clash in his gut until pleasure sublimates into bliss and he starts pulsing around mark and quaking.

mark keeps his pace up, slides into seb wet and fast. seb's panting and flushed from his face down his neck. the arm he's supporting himself with wobbles and threatens to give out - mark grunts and skims his hands up seb's body until they're under the vest again. he thumbs at seb's nipples and the thin scars just off to the side like he can pull the blush down to meet his fingers, then flexes his wrists and holds seb up from below by the chest.

the over-stimulation and the feeling of being at mark's mercy makes seb whine and squirm, and he lets out a high, reedy wail as he feels mark start to come inside him. seb rocks to grind back on mark's dick, rutting his slick cunt back and forth to make mark shake.

when he finally comes down, mark wraps his arms around seb's waist and pulls him down flush, chest to chest, the cheap material of the vest catching on their sweaty skin and fine hairs.

"so when you said keep it..." seb mumbles into mark's neck, catching his breath.

mark chuckles and pushes seb up so he can pull out delicately.

"oh yeah, you're keeping it," he answers. seb drops to the mattress and curls into mark's side. mark hums, bites seb’s shoulder gently just because he can, then starts pulling up the sheets around them. 

“you staying, baby?”

“yeah,” seb answers lazily, “spoon me.” 

mark does, happily. they have to send the vest to the cleaners - it's worth it.

*******

#i am sending you this in a germ-proof container along with some snackies and a warm tea of your choosing #get well soon my funky fresh friend! #f1 rpf #mark webber x sebastian vettel #martian rpf #whether the medicine is enough #holy shit i finished this the stupid tumblr editor fought me within an inch of my life #and i finished with 5 minutes to spare before i have to go to this fucking art show an hour away let's goooooooo #my fic #bom taggy

[annaofaza]

“Who are you?” “Someone who can help you.”

When Keith is captured during his mission to Kerberos, he makes a bargain with the Champion, determined to play the long game of escape—but discovers more about himself (and the Galra) than he'd ever guess.

A secret santa fic for Cin!

Read on Ao3!

#sheith #voltron #my fic #this was initially a standard Champion Shiro meets BoM Keith #and then inspiration seized me by the throat and won't let me go

[bioplast-hero]

Your Winter

6k • explicit • sheith

“Baby, you’re hurt,” Keith tuts, spotting the cloth bandages peeking out of Shiro’s tunic over his collarbone. “It’s—” “—Don’t you dare say just a scratch. Takashi Shirogane doesn’t wrap a goddamn scratch,” Keith scowls. “What in the hell happened?”

Galra Shiro, half-Galra Keith, established relationship, hurt/comfort with some mutual caretaking between mates ❤️ feat. reassuring heartbeats, purring, and gentle sex.

[Read the fic on AO3]

#sheith #my fic #fic promo #hurt/comfort #galra shiro #galra sheith #caretaking #sheith fic #bom keith #xeno-wildlife conservationist shiro #astrapia au

[randomkidstarfic]

"What's silly about what I just said?"

#BoM #Bet on Me #fic update #chapter 77