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alluraaaa · 10 months

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so @heynhay posted this art and i’m incapable of being normal so. here’s 3k words of angry pining. tee hee <3

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Keith Kogane never does anything halfway. He doesn’t shrug or “why not, I’m not busy” his way into being a pilot, a paladin, a person. He feels everything with his whole chest so fiercely that he tastes a scream with every emotion.

So when Keith realizes he’s in love he punches a wall hard enough to break the skin over his knuckles.

Because why Lance? Lance, of all people, is the one his heart latched onto. Lance, who is loud and obnoxious and cares so much about everything and everyone. He, as well, puts his whole heart into every action, and doesn’t pull away from a fight— in fact, he starts most of them. It’s… exhilarating.

At that thought, Keith punches the same dent in the wall with his other fist.

He stares down at his knuckles, blood slowly trickling from scrapes, and scowls. He scowls because the first thought to his stupid brain is that it would be so nice if someone else wrapped up his hands for him. Someone with long, deft fingers who comes from a big family full of kids who fall and scrape their hands, so he’d have experience patching Keith up just right.

He kicks the wall this time.

———

He wraps his hands well enough. He has his own experience in violent outburst related medicine, so it’s not that bad actually. Not great, but whatever.

Whatever.

“Whatever,” he tells his gloves as he slips them over the bandages to keep them in place, as well as hide them. He doesn’t need Shiro mother-hen-ing him.

He hears a squeak, and turns to see one of the mice watching him from one of the desks, curious.

“Whatever,” he tells it, more force in his voice. He makes a shooing motion and it scampers off, probably to tell Allura.

Whatever.

He grabs an ice pack and presses it into his foot next. He kicked the wall with shoes on, but it was still enough force to leave him regretting the action. His boot now sits on the floor, with his sock on the examination table he sits on.

“There you are, man!” calls a voice, and Keith looks up to see Hunk entering the room.

“What’s up?”

“Well, we’re about to start movie night, but what’s up with you?”

“I, uh, stubbed my toe,” Keith says, knowing it comes out an obvious lie.

Hunk gives him a look that Keith can’t read, but changes the subject. “Still up for the movie? We haven’t started it, Lance wouldn’t without you.”

…

Hm.

Well.

Uh.

Keith wants to punch something again.

“Yeah,” Keith says, eloquently.

In his grip, the ice pack pops. Freezing liquid soaks his sock.

“Oh shit! You okay, dude?” Hunk says, closing the distance between them with large strides.

“I’m fine,” Keith says, maybe a little too loud. Gross gross gross gross gross— “Just. Gimme a few minutes to change.”

“Uh. Alright, if you say so,” Hunk says, looking… confused. Yeah, that’s fair.

Keith manages to calm down after that. Hunk leaves him to get a new sock and he spends a few moments in silence before rejoining the team, taking deep breaths.

And then the doors slide open at his approach, and the noise spills into his ears.

There’s a passionate argument happening between Hunk and Pidge about some technical jargon Keith couldn’t hope to follow. But he isn’t even trying to, because Lance is throwing his head back and laughing at their back and forth, face scrunched up in a way that oozes childlike joy.

And it’s only when Lance stops laughing and turns those brown eyes onto him that Keith realizes he’s been standing there in silence for a full ten seconds.

“There you are!” Lance says, unknowingly parroting his best friend. And Keith gets a head on look at that eye-crinkling, dimpled smile. “Thought you vanished or something.”

“I was busy,” Keith says simply, defensively. He crosses the room, standing close to the couch to look at the viewing screen. “What are we watching?”

“Yalay’s Scream,” Pidge says, “Altean horror movie.”

“Yes, after your human horror film, I have to show you something actually scary,” says Allura, who was completely unphased by the first three Saw movies. (Hunk had to leave twenty minutes into the first one.)

On screen the movie is paused, showing a title card written in spooky Altean font. Keith may not be the best at social cues, but he can hear the clear challenge in Allura’s voice. Resolute, he plops himself into the nearest seat on the couch.

Right next to Lance. If he explodes in a violent cacophony of viscera and fondness, so be it.

The movie starts, and it’s… confusing. There’s a lot of cultural subtext and commentary that Keith doesn’t understand, but he’s long since given up on trying to.

What he does understand though, is the way Lance is right next to him, their thighs touching. He feels it every time the other boy flinches or squirms. He just hopes Lance can’t feel Keith’s heartbeat just as clearly.

When the movie has a classic scene of silent anticipation, Keith can hear his own breath like it’s through a bullhorn. The whole team sits with tense patience as the lead walks silently down a narrow hallway.

Next to him, Lance draws his knees to his chest and wraps his arms around his shins. Keith turns his head ever so slightly to see Lance staring at the screen with wide, expressionless eyes.

Keith wants to do something stupid. Like put his arm around Lance’s shoulders and comfort him.

Quick as lightning, the tension in the scene dissipates. The lead is kidnapped. Hunk screams. Allura giggles.

Most importantly, Lance flinches and turns away from the screen. He’s facing Keith. He’s watching Keith watch him.

“What the fuck,” he whispers in terror, barely audible over the movie and the team reacting to it. “Why did we agree to this?”

Keith is staring. He knows he is and he should probably say something but he keeps staring.

Lance smiles, closed lips and fond eyes. “I don’t even like horror.”

“Yeah,” Keith says, eloquently.

“You do though, right? Is this actually scary or is it just me?”

Well, him and Hunk, who is trying to hide behind Pidge’s tiny frame. But Keith doesn’t know that. He’s too busy drowning. “It’s alright.” He couldn’t say a single thing that has happened on screen.

Lance squints, looking more amused. Good. Someone like him should only feel joy. “Right,” he says, before turning back to the movie. Keith makes himself do the same.

He forces himself to pay attention. Because his brain being a supercut of everything Lance Álvarez is embarrassing, even if no one else knows it.

The lead escapes her kidnapper. Someone else dies— her best friend or sibling or something. Yes yes, very tragic and sad. She takes their sword to fight the killer. Poetic cinema and whatnot—

Now hold the fucking phone and stop every single goddamn press because Lance Álvarez is putting his head on Keith’s shoulder. Keith freezes, totally rigid and unable to process anything save for the tickle of hair against his neck and squish of cheek against his shoulder.

But like. He’s sooooo normal and average about it.

The rest of the movie passes uneventfully. Well, surely there’s some resolution or scary thing or whatever but Keith doesn’t give a shit. Not until the credits start rolling and the lights turn back on— dim but still illuminating— and everyone shifts.

Pidge stands from where she was sandwiched like a human stress ball between Hunk and Allura, stretching her arms over her head. Hunk and Allura immediately occupy her empty space, talking about what they just watched. Coran adds his own commentary to the analysis— apparently he knew the director?

The noise and lights rouse Shiro, who slept through most of the film. His eyes immediately find Keith and Lance, and he smiles at Keith. A stupid, teasing older brother smile. Shiro’s known about this crush for a while, even without Keith voicing a single thought in his head. He’s apparently very easy for Shiro to read. Keith glares at him.

“Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad! Lance,” Allura is saying, and then she’s turning to face him. “tell Hunk he’s— oh.”

The entire team sees it now: Lance, curled up in a ball, leaned against Keith. Keith, a statue the color of his lion, supporting Lance. Four different facial expressions present themselves to him, but before he can decipher, Allura is turning triumphantly to Hunk.

“See? He fell asleep, it wasn’t that scary.”

“His head exploded!” Hunk shouts. Keith thinks, when?

His gaze falls to Lance. He’s apparently a heavy sleeper, if he still hasn’t risen during the ensuing argument. His face is squished into Keith, and it’s annoyingly, impossibly, terrifyingly adorable.

Fuck.

He stands up suddenly, and Lance falls into the spot where Keith just was. But Keith is too busy striding out the door.

“Wha? Huh?” is what he hears from a sleepy Lance before the doors close between them.

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He’s finally decided to talk to Shiro about it.

He needs advice. On how to bend his mind to his will so that he can focus on literally anything else besides the warmth of Lance’s body against his. If Shiro could get straight As in the Garrison while head over heels for Adam, he’ll have to have something useful to tell Keith.

He doesn’t knock on Shiro’s door. Little brother privileges. Just opens it and walks into the already in progress advice session.

“I’m literally gonna jump out the airlock if this keeps happening, he’s just so—”

And everyone freezes. Keith, in the doorway. Shiro, on his bed. And Lance, pacing back and forth.

Keith and Lance’s eyes meet. Lance’s eyes widen. He panics.

“GET OUT!” he shrieks, arms flailing before he points out the door.

Keith doesn’t move as he processes Lance’s panicked rage. He’s interrupting something. He looks to Shiro.

“Give us five and I’ll come find you,” he says simply. He looks at Lance for a second, then adds, “Make it ten, actually.”

Wordlessly, Keith turns and walks away, the door sliding closed behind him.

He’s in his own room, doing push-ups so he doesn’t punch another wall, when Shiro finds him. He also doesn’t knock. Big brother privileges. Just opens it and strides in and falls onto Keith’s bed with a sigh.

“What’s up, kid?”

“I’m not a kid,” Keith says, finishing his push-up and moving to sit cross-legged. “What were you guys talking about?”

Mindlessly staring at the ceiling, Shiro says, “If I tell you then I tell Lance why you wanna talk to me.”

The mental image of Shiro nonchalantly broadcasting his feelings is enough to make even him let something go. “Fine,” Keith says.

“So what is it? Is it him?”

Keith sighs, falling apart to lay on the floor and also watch the ceiling. “Yeah.”

Shiro just hums in acknowledgment, waiting for Keith to continue.

“I don’t know what to do. I just keep thinking about him all the time. It’s the fucking worst.”

“Yeah, that’ll do it,” Shiro says, suspiciously sounding reminiscent.

“And the other day after the movie? I just left! Why did I do that? The fuck is wrong with me?”

“You want that list alphabetical or chronological?” Shiro quips.

Keith just sighs. “What do I do?”

“Tell him?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Keith sits up. Makes Shiro look at him. “Have you just met me?” He made Shiro order for him at restaurants for a year.

Shiro raises an eyebrow, then lets his head fall back down. “Fair.”

Keith falls back onto the floor. “Yeah.”

“So you’re just not gonna tell him?”

“Yeah.”

“And then what?”

“And then I deal with it. How do I deal with it?”

Shiro laughs, quiet and mostly an exhalation. “I couldn’t tell you.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because my baby brother is in love and I need to support him.”

Keith groans. “Shut the fuck up.”

“No. Can I be your best man at the wedding?”

“No. Allura’s best man. Best woman. Whatever, there’s no wedding!”

“But you’ve thought about it.”

“I’ll end you.”

“Wouldn’t be the first to try,” Shiro jokes. “But you really just aren’t gonna tell him?”

“No! I can’t!”

“But do you want to?”

“Yeah, obviously.” God, Shiro is stupid.

“Then why can’t you?”

“Because it’s me!” Keith sits up again. “I can’t talk, I-I can’t flirt, I’m not smooth like him and all the girls he likes!”

Wait.

He falls back onto the floor again. “What if he doesn’t even like guys?”

It’s silent as he processes this thought. How did it not occur to him before? And then, Shiro’s making a noise, soft and muffled and—

“Don’t laugh!” Keith says sitting up once again to glare at his brother.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just…” Shiro covers his face with both hands and sighs into them, calming his amusement. “It’s just funny.”

“What about this is funny?” Keith demands, standing.

Shiro moves his hands away from his face to give Keith a look like this is the most entertaining thing he’s seen. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it. But you should tell him.”

Ugh. “Fuck off,” Keith decides, walking away to leave Shiro alone in Keith’s room. Shiro’s returning laughter follows him out.

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Cleaning cryo-pods isn’t Keith’s ideal way to spend his day, but it isn’t as bad as it could be.

“Okay, okay. Truth or dare?” Lance calls from the pod next to Keith.

“Truth,” Keith says, because just five minutes ago he was dared to clean a pod while hanging upside down, and he almost needed to use said pod as a result.

“Hmm… do you like anyone?” Lance asks, ever casual.

“Yeah?” Keith says, “I like everyone.” This whole Voltron thing isn’t possible without everyone getting along.

“No, like, like like someone,” Lance says, “Romantically.”

Keith pauses. Then he resumes cleaning with more vigor. “Yeah.”

“Really!?”

“Yeah. Truth or dare?”

“No, wait!” Lance says, and Keith hears him approaching. “Who?”

“That wasn’t part of it. You get one question,” Keith says, erasing the last specks of dust off the inner walls. He steps out of the pod and drops his rag.

“Come on!” Lance says as Keith reaches for a sponge for the next pod. He grabs Keith’s wrist, pulling him away from the sponge and into Lance’s space. “Tell me.”

Keith looks at that face he’s damn near written poetry about and swallows. He rips his hand away and creates distance between them, and he’s sure his glare is murderous. “Fuck off.”

“Aww, he’s nervous!” Lance teases, following after Keith, who crosses his arms and shows his back to Lance, a clear message to not poke the bear.

Lance literally pokes him as he saddles up behind Keith, one hand settling on an elbow and another on a shoulder.

“Little Keithy’s in love?” Lance asks, and it’s clear in just his voice that he’s beaming. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why would I tell you?” Keith asks through gritted teeth, his face on fire. He looks away from Lance, at the clean bare walls.

“Because I’m the best wingman this side of the universe!” Lance says, hands squeezing. “I can help you woo this mystery person. Step one,” His hand moves from his shoulder to gently tug at a lock of hair. “do something about this mess.”

Lance’s voice in his ear, Lance’s hand on his arm, Lance’s hand in his hair. It’s all too much and he’s about to do something stupid, like kiss him.

Instead he screws his eyes shut, uncrosses his arms, and presses a finger to Lance’s lips, stopping the words in their tracks. He extends his arms fully, pushing Lance away and creating distance between them.

There’s a beat of silence, neither boy moving. And then Keith feels the soft exhale of a laugh on his hand, and then another hand in his.

He opens his eyes and swivels his head just in time to see Lance pressing a kiss into the back of Keith’s hand like royalty, right on the gap in the glove, lips to skin.

Keith stares, unable to do anything as Lance, face dusted with the smallest blush, drops Keith’s hand and leans back on his heels. His smile is shaky. “Sorry Romeo, I’m just messing with y—”

Unthinking, Keith presses his palm to Lance’s mouth. “Do it again.”

Lance’s blush erupts in full force. The two maintain eye contact as Lance gently, slowly takes Keith’s hand in his again, head bowing as he presses a kiss there again, painstakingly gentle.

Keith watches as Lance moves so thoughtfully, asking permission with every shift. His hands glide up Keith’s arm, hands coming up to cup his face. There’s barely a height difference, despite Lance’s insistence, but Keith feels those centimeters like miles as he looks up into Lance’s eyes.

Lance’s eyes, which are pointed south, lower than Keith’s own eyes, to stare at his lips. His eyes flit back up, and in the eye contact a silent question is asked. Keith manages a weak nod.

Their lips meet and Keith is first and foremost blown away by how soft Lance is. He’s known for months now that Lance is capable of inhuman degrees of kindness and compassion, but it’s never been directed his way. To feel this softness, of his hands, of his lips, of how he moves, is breathtaking. Keith’s hands fall to Lance’s waist and he tries to follow along, tries to be soft too. It’s surprisingly easy; Lance makes him soft, after all.

When they part, it’s all too soon.

Lance is still cupping Keith’s face, looking down at him with pure awe. Keith’s pretty sure he’s faring about the same. They’re both still blushing, and everything is warm warm warm.

“Truth or dare?” Keith asks before he knows what he’s doing.

Lance smiles, and Keith finds the other half of himself. “Dare.”

Keith licks his lips. “Kiss me again.”

Lance chuckles, leaning back in. “If you insist.”

#voltron #safevoltron #klance #klance fanfiction #voltron fanfic #txt #mine #keith #keith&lance #if there’s any typos pls lmk i can’t keep proofreading T_T #also hello 2023 voltron fandom 🫣#haven’t been here since 2018

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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fic rec friday 12

welcome the the tenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Hands Held Higher by @glassaliceart /orphan_account

For most of his life Lance has dealt with a confusing and hard to pronounce name. It all started in Elementary school with a mix up and now he can't seem to shake the name McClain no matter how hard he tries.

this fic is so underrated fr. yall know how much i love a good hunk & lance fic, and this one especially was so awesome. AND its hunk pov and hunk-centric, which is truly a treat. it’s also the source of my acronym-name lance headcanon!

2. Courting Your Pants Off by @bleusarcelle

The Prince takes a bite of the pastry and melts under the taste, eyes closed in pleasure as he chews. Being childhood friends with the town’s baker is not bizarre, if Keith has a say on it, especially when he gets these kinds of bonuses.

“Amazing, right?” Lance says, his grin turning into a soft happy smile, eyes softening as they stare right at Keith and Keith might choke on his favorite pastry if Lance doesn’t look away the next two seconds.

Being in love with the town’s baker, though? Now, that’s tricky in Keith’s opinion.

[Or the one where Prince Keith's finally gathers up the courage to start a courtship with the person he has known since he was five years old and prays that his feelings are returned from said baker best friend.]

friends to lovers my beloved. prince keith my beloved. bleusarcelle my beloved. all of this fic is truly my beloved like everything about it is so sweet and fun and flirty i just UGH i love it so much. i also love it when everyone knows keith and lance are in love except for lance its so so funny

3. beautiful and blue by spartana (faveour)

Allura frowns, her brow furrowing. “Shiro wasn’t the first person I brought back to life.” Everyone in the rooms turns silent, watching the Queen of Altea. “Did...did you not know this?”

Lance feels his throat go dry.

Pidge is the one to break the silence, their curiosity finally getting the better of them. “So...who was?”

The Altean blinks. “Lance.”

omega shield fics. yall know im obsessed with them like!! i will never ever understand why that was brushed over!! it is an unbelievably important scene. this fic does such a good job of addressing it honestly

4. His Prince In Chains by @bangbangbeefkeef [EXPLICIT]

Prince Lance's secret rendezvous with his bodyguard mean everything to him. Tonight, he wants to make a deeper connection, in more ways that one.

i will never get over galtean klance w prince lance and bodyguard keith like i am so obsessed with them. genuinely a peak dynamic. i love how smushy this one is and the royal speak and the devotion it just gets to me

5. Patience Yields Pleasure by @sleepea [EXPLICIT]

Lance looks Keith over, appraises the sight of him with a pleased smirk. Then, he presses the pad of his thumb into the soft skin of Keith’s lip, draws it down. Keith parts his lips in response, opening his mouth just so.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Lance breathes, punctuates it with a roll of his hips. Keith moans, low and rough and desperate. “And you can have it.”

i LOVE bossy lance. seriously hes so everything to me. i love bossy and cocksure lance and soft whipped flustered keith. its everything to me honestly

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#this one is a little more klance focused than usual i think #oh well #fic rec #fic rec friday #klance #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #soft klance #prince keith #galtean klance #hunk #hunk garrett #hunk & lance #langst #omega shield #team as family #longpost

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cxrsedboo · 9 months

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“lance why the fuck are you buying tuna, nobody eats that”

“okay FIRST OF ALL-“

they were sent by allura to get some food for everyone and ended up arguing like a married couple in-front of the cashier and everyone else in line for 10 minutes straight (nobody complained, it was thoroughly entertaining and entertainment is something you need when ordering subway) needless to say they’re no longer allowed to buy food for anyone anymore AT LEAST without someone there to keep the peace and prevent them from embarrassing themselves like toddlers

keith teases lance about buying tuna when he ends up eating a meatball sub so who’s the loser now (jk i love him dearly), i refuse to believe he doesn’t have some wicked scar on his face like on his eye or smth because number 1, literally everyone in the universe wants to bloody kill him but also because its cool and he deserves to have some sort of scar okay- also keith with earrings just hits differently

why is lance wearing a purple earring? honestly i dont even know myself but it looks good- the bandage was intentional though, mf got it 10 minutes before they were sent to get food after trying to impress the cadets with his awful skateboarding skills (he made a fool out of himself but at least he made everyone laugh, win win ordeal iykwim)

the shading is god awful on this but i still love it because of the stupid subway background that i found on google not even 2 minutes of searching, ty toast for helping me w the background i wouldve stared at pinterest for 30 minutes questioning my existence without your guidance

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awhoreintheory · 11 months

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Katie Holt; Status? Deceased.

TW: Major Character Death and graphic violence. Continue at your own digression.

Pidge.

14 year old Pidge.

Pidge, the child of the group.

Pidge Pidge Pidge Pidge Pidge. The girl who fought with every part of her, the girl who broke into the government for her family, a girl too smart for her age, a girl who was awkward around new people but never hesitated to help. A girl. A child.

She lay there, this child, on the cold metal floor of a random Galran ship in the middle of nowhere. A meaningless battle, worth no lives, no information, no resources. A ship on its last legs, only bots on board with simple coding. She'd — she had just been talking — she was giving Lance shit, she was barking out laughter and poking fun at him for tripping. She'd been alive. She'd been there — just behind Shiro, just fucking behind him when it happened. A sentry — not an enemy, not a general of the empire, no Zarkon, not Haggar — a sentry; a sentry who got a couple of lucky shots.

Well. One lucky shot, really. That was all it had needed.

Pidge lay there, motionless. Her body rapidly cooling, her unseeing eyes boring into Lance's, usually sparking and honey-coloured and filled with endless curiosity now dead and blank. A round hole, carved into her forehead, straight through her skull. Bloodless. The empire used plasma powered weapons. Right. Instantly cauterized words. Her eyes— eye, Lance realized belatedly, one eye, only the one — would haunt him. A shot through her left eye at an angle. An amateur shot. Bo finesse, no skill, just programming.

Pidge died to a fucking sentry.

Pidge died without seeing her dad and brother safe and alive. Pidge died before she could save them and take them home to her mom. Pidge died. Pidge died. She was dead. She was dead, in a random Galra cargo ship, in the middle of dead space. She died.

Pidge is fucking dead. She’s dead. Dead dead dead dead dead —

A shot through Hunk’s right arm, followed by a pained grunt, snaps the team out of their stupor. Right. They are in the present.

(3 seconds. That's all it took. All the time it took for Pidge to be shot through the brain, a faint spattering of the little amount of blood that managed to escape on Shiro's face and floor.)

Preoccupied by the fighting, Pidge’s body is left on the floor. No one pays full attention to their fight. Just silence. Allura and Coran's worried questioning is left unanswered and unacknowledged. They can see her heart monitor. They can see it is flat. They can put two and two together.

But denial isn’t just a human emotion. Once the last bot falls by Keith’s hand, the team — slowly, painfully, full of disbelief — makes their way to Pidge. Face pale, with a good chunk missing, body cold and growing stiff with her bayard still tightly clenched in her hand. Shiro is the first to drop down, hesitantly reaching a shaking hand to caress her pale cheek.

"...Katie?”

Of course, there’s no movement. Not even a twitch. Somewhere, Shiro knows this, but he seems incapable of stopping himself, desperate to keep trying.

“Katie. Katie, please."

Katie. Katie Holt. Her name is — was — Katie Holt. She was a 14 year old kid who would've barely been graduating from middle school had she been a normal kid. No one let their tears drop — not yet, not while in enemy territory, not while they're not safe, not while nothing felt real. Not when Katie was just a child in a war she had no part in. Not when she had been so alive just moments before. Not now. Not here.

Not her. Gods, why did it have to be her? Why was it them? Why were they chosen? Why did Pidge have to bear the consequences? Why was it always the children? Why couldn't Shiro ever protect the people he loved? Why was Shiro such a failure? Why did Shiro have to fail Sam and Matt? Why couldn't Shiro get them back to Colleen? Why was he so incompetent? He'd been right in front of her. He'd been right in front of her.

He's the leader. He's the pilot of the Black Lion. Why, as a leader, could he not even protect Pidge? Why, as a part of the universe’s only hope, had he been so powerless? Why why why why why why why why why why why why why?

"...We're heading back to the bridge. Coran, prepare a pod."

Shiro’s normally powerful voice is reduced to a quiet whisper, hoarse and barely eligible.

"Shiro —" Coran starts, hesitant.

"A pod, Coran. I said "prepare a pod." Shiro’s voice cracks.

The team stares. They stare and stare, even as Shiro gingerly slides an arm under her leg and lifts her up. She weighs barely anything. The automatic doors opens and closes without a sound.

The first to move is Lance. He jerks forward, as though he'd been yanked by an invisible force, stumbling toward the door with his hand outstretched.

"...Pidge..?"

His voice is behind a crack, it’s splintered and ripped apart and lost. It’s broken. Just so, so broken.

Fighting out of the cargo ship, Green doesn’t follow. Hunk wordlessly grabs the shut-down lion, trying to gently place her down in the hangar only for her to collapse like a marionette with the strings cut. It was only the safety of the Castle did the team finally move with some sort of urgency, somewhat grasping the situation.

Pidge is hurt. She’s hurt really bad. She’s hurt so bad... they’re sure if the pods can bring her back.

(They’re not. Of course they’re not. They’re machines, not miracle workers. What can machines do to bring back the dead?)

But they will try.

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drowninginblox · 11 months

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Rewatching voltron

I’m only on season one and- I want to filter my thoughts I guess

Okay so full disclosure-

I forgot most of Voltron and I wanted to watch it again just to see where it went wrong + maybe rewrite it. Most of this list is grievances and high praises. But yknow- it’s fun for me.

Hunk deserves better

Of course best boy is going first

I distinctly remember from the end of voltron that hunk didn’t have alot of moments to shine. I’m only in episode 5 as of writing this point and I see SO MUCH PROMISE. He’s a great middle man, he’s loyal as hell, and he’s so smart! The following seasons are gonna be painful for me I know it.

“You have a better idea?” / “Actually yes I do.”

That’s it. That’s the red talk.

Coran deserves better

I want more caring dad

Why couldn’t we have more??

He cares so much for Allura and for w h a t

The “we make a good team” line + TW: Klance in general

Holy shit us Klance shippers were sooooo desperate. Like- my god. We fucking ran with that shit to the universe and back god damn. And it all started from that one line. I don’t know if I should be proud or disappointed my god.

Since we’re talking about this ship- there are a lot of missed opportunities for Keith and Lance’s dynamic and individual character. Like, I think, we all forget that Lance was the person who came up with the plan, when him and Keith were supposed to sabotage the galra forces at Balmera (living mining planet). Lance was actively aware of the planets saltines and he stopped kids from acting on his impulses, resulting in them (initially) covertly deactivating the hanger so they can prevent further reinforcements.

I also don’t like how the scene introduces Keith’s heritage. I understand that this is a set up for a greater plot point and we’re not really supposed to know how Keith activates galra tech but- fuck I need to go on a tangent in the later seasons if I go along with this series of blog posts, I guess

Gundom every few episode format

POWER RANGERS TAKE NOTES

Holy shit I LOVE that a group of episodes are dedicated to arcs that help the main story and THAT THE BIG MONSTER DOESN’T SHOW UP EVERY EPISODE

If only we had this more often-

Ages

I do not know how old these fuckers are and that is concerning. The only information I have on age is one of the Galra generals calling Pidge a child when they were taking over the castle. Like- Voltron please tell me how old these mfs are.

I have my own HCs ofc but like- CMON.

Speaking of, Pidge is giving 14-16, Hunk, Lance, Keith and Allura are giving 17 to 18, Shiro is giving 18-25, and Coran is at a good 34-40 not including the 10000 year long freeze Allura and Coran went through

Minor characters

I love the tribal civilization at inhabits allura’s home planet

The POWs, Shay’s people, the mercenaries, I love all of these guys

I like how the planets are alive

Just- good job Voltron for universe building

The lions are their own characters

I really like the idea of the lions being specific with who they allow in as their pilots. However, I wish that the selectiveness was a longer process. And key situation it was a life or death one. It felt like the redline had to actively choose, whether or not to save him from the deep vacuum of space. Meanwhile, for pitch it was just oh hop in and get going you know. Same with Shiro I get that he unlocked the synchronicity of the lien and pilot relationship immediately, but it feels too give in.

Piggybacking off of that I don’t like that Alura basically assigns the paladins Hogwarts houses as soon as she sees them. I think that’s bullshit. I got that she grew up with the lions and was born shortly after their creation but still.

I also like how during battle of the lines actively recommend which strategies and weapons, the pilot should use, and which ones they refused to go along with

Also- element powers?? I miss those

Quintessence

Idk the yellow goo before being refined into quintessence having healing properties- WHY WAS THAT FORGOTTEN??? That could’ve been huge! Even if it only applies to galuras

Also- god I wish there was rules for Allurans powers and wtf quintessence is.

The Black Lion (the episode not the actual mech)

I forgot so much of this season holy shit.

The main conflict being tied to Shiro connection w/ his lion is a great plot point

It also is a great reveal that Zarkon is the original black palidin. I love how the B

Also- Shiro coming head to head with his PTSD is m w a h

Peak Keith in this ep (for this season ofc) Ofc he would take on Zarkon by himself. I’m so mad I forgot about that

THE BLADE!!!!!!!!!!!! I literally screamed when I saw them lol

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron season 1 #voltron rewatch #maybe a #voltron rewrite #?#maybe

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one-thousand-and-one-fandoms · 1 year

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Voltrom Ghost Whisperer AU - Part 9

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Allura wanted when she got home was to pop open a bottle of wine, order take out and binge trash tv on Netflix. What she actually got was a sad looking Keith sitting morosely on her couch. She sent a small prayer to whoever was up there making her life difficult to please, please cut her some slack.

"You're back," Keith said, and his face lit up.

"I am," Allura replied, "you remember me this time?"

Keith nodded.

"Good, so what can I do for you?" She asked.

"I... I don't know?" Keith answered, "I remember the fire, now. And my pa. And... and Lance. Are they...? Did they...?"

Allura couldn't help but feel her heart break a little. It wasn't fair, she thought, for he'd been so young and full of promise. And even though he'd just realized he was dead, he was still mostly worried about his father and his best friend. She sat down next to him and made sure to hold his gaze.

"Lance is okay," she said, and it was heartbreaking how Keith's shoulders relaxed and a small smile appeared on his face, "I saw him today. His family moved a few months after the fire."

"Did they move because of me?" Keith asked, his smile turning into a frown.

"I don't know," she admitted, "to be honest, I didn't get to speak with him a lot. He ran out before I could."

Keith snorted, "Sounds like him."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. He was always a scaredy cat."

Allura snorted, "I'm sure you know all about it."

Then Keith sobered up again, and turned his big, violet, doe-like eyes on her and asked, "And my pa?"

Allura sobered up, too, "According to the firefighters, he also died in the fire."

Keith's eyes lit up and he asked, excited, and began looking around as is Allura had him hidden somewhere, "Where is he?"

"Keith, your dad... have you ever seen a light calling you to it?" Allura said, at loss of how to explain it, "you see, when people die, they don't usually stay here. They go to a different place, a better place, full of light and people who love them."

"So he's gone? He left me?" Keith asked, and his voice wobbled, and Allura panicked for a bit.

"I'm sure he thought you were already there, waiting for him," Allura quickly replied, "I would like to help you cross over, so you can be together again."

Keith didn't answer for a long, long time. He was frowning, but the lights weren't flickering nor were the doors slamming. Allura knew better than to rush him, so she waited quietly.

"I think I'd like to go," Keith finally said, "but I've never seen anything like what you said."

"That may be because you feel you still have something to take care of in here."

Again, Keith went quiet. Allura was very willing to wait it out, but then there was a knock on the door. Keith startled, but didn't leave. Allura sighed, but went to open the door.

Much to her surprise, there stood Lance McClain. And his two friends. He also seemed surprised to see her.

"Wow, so you weren't lying," he said.

"Why would I lie?" Allura replied, mildly offended. Lance shrugged and refused to answer, "What do you want?"

"I came to see if what you said was true," Lance answered. His small friend elbowed him hard enough that Lance flinched, so he glared at his friend, "sorry, we came to see if what you said was true."

"Well, if you want to come into my home, you might as well tell me your names."

The three friends shared a look that screamed that they thought Allura might kidnap and sell their organs in the black market. The larger one was the first to answer.

"Hunk."

"Pidge."

Allura raised an eyebrow, "Allura."

She didn't know if she believed those were their actual names but she wasn't going to fight them on it. She stepped aside and led them to her living room, where Keith had stood up and now stared apprehensively at the arch that separated the foyer from the living room.

"Lance?" He asked in a whisper, and the lights then flickered.

The three teens looked up. Allura tried to warn Keith with a look, but he wasn't looking at her.

"Could be faulty wiring," Pidge whispered to Lance. Subtle, Allura thought and rolled her eyes.

"Is that K-him?" Lance asked. Allura observed him. He seemed genuined enough. She looked at Keith, who was frowning now.

"Why isn't he saying my name? Has he forgotten me?" Keith asked.

"Yes, that's Keith," Allura answered, "he wants to know why you didn't say his name."

Lance opened his mouth to answer, but Pidge beat him to it.

"How do we know you're not lying?"

Allura looked at Keith, who didn't seem to know how to react.

"I don't know how to convince you that he's really here," Allura said, "I do think, however, that it would be best for Lance to do it on his own."

"Dream on, lady," Pidge replied.

"Yeah, he's our best friend and we won't leave him alone!" Hunk reiterated.

Just then the light above them exploded and the windows shattered around them. Cabinets began to open and close seemingly without rhyme or reason and Allura knew that now they were all potentially in danger. The three teens yelped and screamed and huddled together, trying to protect each other.

"Keith! You've got to calm down!" Allura yelled above the noise.

"He replaced me," Keith said and his features were now contorted in anger, "I died, and he left and got shiny new friends. He left me, just like my pa."

"No, Keith, I'm sure that's not true," Allura replied, "tell him, Lance, that you didn't forget him nor replaced him."

Lance was shocked to hear Allura address him after seemingly talking to the air. He looked at the place where she looked at, hoping that K-Keith was looking at him, too.

"K-Keith," Lance said, "I... I'm sorry."

He was apologizing for so many things he couldn't name, but clearly that was the wrong thing to say because the cabinets all slammed at once before the house was plunged into complete silence. Slowly, Lance picked himself off the ground and helped Hunk and Pidge up, who seemed very shaken.

"K-Keith?"

"He's gone," Allura pipped up, shaking herself off.

"Gone?" Lance asked, feeling dread pull in his stomach.

"For now," Allura replied, "ghosts are emotional beings. Seeing Lance, so different, was already difficult for him without you two making it worse."

"Hey! We didn't do anything!" Pidge exclaimed.

"You set him off!" Allura retorted, took a deep breath to collect herself and turned to Lance, "can I talk to you in private?"

"Like hell..."

"Pidge!" Lance exclaimed, looking angry for the first time, "this is not about you, alright? K-Keith was there before I met you and I believe Allura when she says he was here and I want to hear what she has to say. I don't need you to act as if I can't make my own decisions, so cut it out!"

Pidge took a step back, shock and hurt taking over her features, before she stormed out of the house. Hunk hesitated between the two, but ultimately followed Pidge. Immediately, Lance felt guilty and he rubbed his hands over his face.

"What just happened?" He asked.

"There's a lot of anger for now, and it was mostly focused on you, so you probably reacted to that," Allura explained.

"No, not about... with K-Keith. What happened with Keith?"

"At first he was shocked to see you, and then he got upset you couldn't say his name," Allura answered, "but really, what angered him was hearing you have new best friends."

Lance snorted, "He was always the jealous sort."

Allura bit back her own.

"What now?" Lance asked.

"Well, we could try to go to the school to see if he's there, or wait until he finds us again," Allura replied, "usually, spirits this upset don't want to be found."

Lance looked around the room quietly for a few moments, and then said, "Do you think he hates me?"

"I know for a fact he doesn't."

"Well, maybe he should."

Allura frowned, "What makes you think so?"

"He'd still be alive if it wasn't for me."

"I don't think Keith sees it that way at all," Allura countered.

"But I do," Lance said, "maybe this is for the best."

"Do you know what you'll be condemning Keith to if we don't help him move on?" Allura asked, losing her patience, "he'd be stuck forever between two worlds, never belonging to either, always roaming and lost. Is that what you want?"

"...no."

"Then I suggest you find a way to deal with your survivor's guilt in a different way and get your head out of your ass," Allura replied, "as you said, this is not about you. This is about Keith."

Lance contemplated her words for a moment. Then, he nodded to himself and squared his shoulders. Helping Keith came first; he could feel sorry for himself after.

I need your help: This was meant to be a short fic of only 10 to 11 parts. It was also supposed to be self-contained.

But then my brain remembered that there are ghosts who refuse to move on and gather strength, and I thought "hmm, those could be the Galra/druids," and little things like that and so I would like to hear from you.

Option 1: short, self-contained fic of 10-11 parts. I already have an idea for the ending of this one. (Think of it as one episode of Ghost Whisperer)

Option 2: an elaborate fic, who knows how many parts long, with world building, more VLD characters, plot twists and turns, angsty and dark in themes and probably adapting the source material to match. (Think of it as the overarching plot of Ghost Whisperer seasons 1 and/or 2)

#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic writing #fandom #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #klangst #ghost whisperer au #ghost au #childhood friends au #so I need your help #this was supposed to be sad and tragic but also short and sweet but now the plot bunnies are messing with me #please vote

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scattered-winter · 9 months

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I had another thought about the Bayards, specifically the weapons they summon for Voltron to wield.

It’s weird how Lance never gets to summon his own weapon for Voltron. After he takes over piloting the Red Lion, the Red Bayard still summons a sword for Voltron to use, even though Lance’s primary weapon is a gun.

But you know who does give Voltron guns?

Pidge, for some reason.

And Allura never even gets to summon a weapon for Voltron on her own.

Personally, I’d have Lance summon a pair of guns for Voltron to wield, like the Magma Pistols from Voltron Force when they form the Red Center.

Although, since Lance will still be piloting Blue, maybe you could call them Aqua Pistols or Ice Pistols.

And as for Pidge, I think the weapon she summons for Voltron should be something like a rope dart or a kusarigama.

It provides a similar function to her Bayard’s primary form, while being a different shape.

i've thought a bit about bayards with voltron !! i cant remember what all forms there are in the show because ive only rewatched the first 2 seasons so far and iirc there are new weapons/features w the bayards popping up even in s8 but in the rewrite at least, each bayard has its own weapon/feature as part of voltron (tentatively thinking about having each bayard have its own Signature Weapon [ie red bayard = sword, yellow = Big Cannon] as well as its own Feature [which i define as something that isnt specifically A Weapon. like voltron's big ass booster wings that i absolutely cannot remember what bayard it comes from.]) and there are also a bunch of combinations the bayards can create that add more variations <3 but YEA i love the idea of the green bayard being a kusarigama i fuckin love those weapons

#xpegasusuniverse #quintenary stars series

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aspenmissing · 10 months

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𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Lance is talking to Nyma away from the rest of the team.

"I mean, there are only six of us in the entire universe, so I guess you could say it's kind of a big deal" He says.

"I don't understand. The lions are ships? Are they, like, flying statues that you ride on?" Nyma asks.

"No, no, no. They're magic, but also super scientific and advanced. And they fly crazy fast and have all these incredible weapons. Really, the entire Castle is just insane. I wish you could see it"

"Yes, it's too bad we're not allowed inside. I would love a tour from one of the knights. But I guess the big one is in charge, huh? You have to obey his orders?" Nyma says, looking at Hunk.

"Who, Hunk? I don't have to listen to him!" Lance says. He brings Nyma inside the Castle of Lions to the bridge.

"This place in incredible"

"Yeah, I guess. You get used to it"

"But it's so gigantic. It must take you forever to get to your lion." She said.

"Ooh, you'd be surprised" Lance brings Nyma with him down the zip-line to the Blue Lion's cockpit.

"Pretty slick, right?" I said. "Unbelievable! Take me on a ride around the moon?" Nyma says.

"We should probably get back to the others" Lance says,

"Yeah, you're right. Maybe Keith will give me a ride"

"No! Hold on a second! I mean what's the point of having the lion if you can't enjoy it, right? Giddy-up, buddy!" Lance activates the Blue Lion and takes off with Nyma.

Hunk is working on Rolo's ship, but witnesses the Blue Lion leave.

"Oh, Lance!"

"Ah, let them have their fun. Thanks to you, this thing is just about ready, so we're going to be on our way soon. Too many light years on that guy, I guess" Rolo says. Hunk suspiciously eyes the part he replaced.

"Yeah" Y/N looks around.

"Has anyone seen Soul?" She asks.

Inside the Blue Lion, Soul peeks around the corner to see Lance and Nyma in the cockpit. Lance fly's the Blue Lion around the moon.

"Look, a kinetic spring! Let's land over there. The minerals reflect off the water, making a rainbow" The Blue Lion flies over the spring, causing water to spray and a rainbow to appear.

"Wow. Is there anything you don't know" Lance said. With Lance distracted, Nyma presses a button on her bracelet to signal Rolo.

Rolo suddenly exits the engine of his ship.

"I think this thing is just about ready for a test flight. Beezer, come co-pilot for me. Be back in a tick" Rolo and Breezer enter their ship, leaving the Voltron team dumbfounded outside.

"Uh..." Rolo's spacecraft takes flight with no issues at all.

Elsewhere, Lance and Nyma stand at the kinetic spring by a tree.

"So, ah, you want to see how fast I can climb this tree?" Lance said. Nyma giggles.

"Aw, you are cute. Let me show you something. Give me your hand" Lance offers Nyma his hand and she handcuffs him to the tree.

"Whoa! Uh, this is...king of..." Rolo's ship appears and abducts the Blue Lion "Nyma, what's going on?"

"Sorry, Lance. Maybe we'll meet again" Nyma grabs onto the rope only for Soul to bite on her hand "Ow!" She grabs Soul with her other hand.

"Soul! How did you get here?!"

"Your that purple ones pet. I might just keep you" Nyma grips Soul by the scruff of her back and the two are raised into her ship and it takes off, leaving Lance behind. Lance looks around for his helmet to contact his team and sees it out of reach.

"Oh, Quiznak!"

The rest of the team is waiting outside the Castle of Lions.

"How many ticks have they been gone?" Pidge asks, swinging her legs.

"Probably hours" Y/N says, upside down besides Pidge.

"I don't know. I hope they didn't break down again" Allura said.

"Something ain't right." Hunk said.

"Guys? Hello? Little help?" Lance says. Y/N, startled by the noise, falls on her head.

"Ow" She gets up and puts on her helmet, everyone following.

"Lance? Lance! Are you all right? W-What's going on?" Shiro said into the comm. "Well, I'm kind of chained to a tree" Lance says. Y/N laughs.

"I knew it!" Hunk said with his arms crossed.

"And I think Nyma and Rolo just stole the Blue Lion" Lance continues.

"I knew it!" Hunk shouted.

"And Soul"

"I kne-" Hunk pause.

"What" Y/N says, teeth grinding.

"Where are they?" Shiro asks.

"Uh...space?"

Hunk rants at length as the Paladins head to their Lions.

"Uh, I never trusted those guys, from the beginning!" Hunk rants "I mean oh at first it was just like a feeling in my gut, you know, but when I was replacing that pipe, the pipe was cracked, but none of the hardware around it was damaged"

"Okay, we get it!" Keith shouts. Hunk continues.

"I mean if the thermal pipe is cracked, then, obviously, hello, the entire assembly should be totally roasted" Everyone starts getting annoyed by his rambling.

"Okay, we get it!" Keith said again.

"We should've had to replace the entire undercarriage of that reactor. So, right then, I was, like, positive. Foul play" Hunk said.

"Okay, we get it!" They all shout. The remaining Lions chase after Rolo, Nyma and Breezer.

Rolo contracts Prorok through a video transmission.

"Commander Prorok, my name is Rolo. I understand you're offering a reward to anyone helping capture the Voltron Lions" Rolo says.

"That's correct. Do you know where they are?" Prorok asks.

"I know where the blue one is. It's in my ship"

"Excellent. Bring it to me and you'll have your reward immediately"

"Just a tick. My friends and I have a bit of a checkered past. Some stolen merchandise from the Galra Empire may have fallen into our possession without us knowing about it" Rolo says. Prorok hums in response.

"Well, I'm sure that a full pardon can be arranged for the brave souls who bring Emperor Zarkon a Voltron Lion. Is that all?" He said.

"We'll take the reward, too." Nyma says.

"Of course"

"All right. We're on our way" The transmission ends. Rolo stretches.

"I almost feel sorry for those Voltron folks. Seemed like a nice bunch." Rolo said.

"If you're feeling guilty, you can turn yourself in. Stealing from Zarkon carries a life sentence"

"They don't seem that nice" Rolo says "Now, tell me again. Why did you take her?"

"Why not, look how cute she it. Besides, her species are rare these days. Maybe we could sell her" Nyma says, walking over to a caged Soul "Isn't that right" Soul growls and tries to bite Nyma through the cage.

"Or she could bite their fingers off" Rolo's alarms start blaring because the remaining Lions are closing in "No way" Rolo starts to fly his spacecraft to safety.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Nyma asks "There's no way we can outrun those Lions"

"Not in the open. Good thing the Zorlar asteroid belt is right up here. I know that like the back of my hand"

The criminal aliens fly into the asteroid belt.

"We'll never get through this asteroid field!" Pidge shouts.

"Maybe I can just bust through!" Hunk slams the Yellow Lion into an asteroid, causing all the asteroids to bump against each other "Nope. That was wrong. That was a bad idea"

"Maybe someone can get through" Y/N mumbles "Keith, you're the only one who could possibly fly through this"

"Y/N's right. We need you, buddy. Get in there and flush him out" Shiro says.

"You got it. See you on the other side" Keith pursues Rolo in the Red Lion, navigating the asteroid field easily.

Rolo's computer shows the Red Lion nearby.

"No way. Get on the blasters. Take him down!" Rolo orders.

"Copy" Nyma and Breezer fire the ship's laser blasters at the Red Lion. Keith doges the attack and fires his Lion's mouth cannon in retaliation.

"This kid can flat-out fly"

"He's gaining on you!" Rolo tries tricking Keith into crashing into an asteroid; Keith avoids the trick and flings the Red Lion's jaw blade at Rolo's spacecraft. The attack disables the ship's weapons "Blasters are offline!"

"We've got yo get out of here!" Rolo tries to flee. Keith fires the Red Lion's mouth cannon at their engines. The criminal's ship is knocked out of the asteroid belt. Keith catches them with the Red Lion. The other Lions arrive.

"Yeah! Haha! Hey, Lance, I got your Lion back" Lance and Keith talk through their helmets' communicators.

"Thank you, Keith. Now, can you come and unchain me?" Lance asks.

"What's that? I, uh... Y-You're cutting out. I can't—I can't hear you" Y/N laughs.

"Oh, come on! I thought we bonded. Keith? Buddy? My man?"

The Team rescues Lance and returns Rolo and his crew to the alien moon with their broken ship. They stand outside the Castle of Lions. Soul sits on Keith's shoulder.

"Since your ship really doesn't work now, you'll have to wait here for a rescue" Y/N says.

"Thanks for sparing our lives" Rolo says.

"Now that these guys are dealt with, let's get to the Balmera and save Shay and her family"

"You may not believe this, but I hope you do stop Zarkon. It's a lifetime of fighting the Galra that led me to where I am today." Rolo says. The Team looks considerate, but does not respond and leave.

Keith walks into the bridge, Soul still on his shoulder, the others follow. He feels a tickle on his cheek and turns his head to see Soul lick him; he freezes. Y/N laughs.

"Don't worry, it doesn't mean she sees you as food" She says "She likes you"

"What. Why?"

"Well, because you saved her. I'm guessing they hold a strong liking to who ever saves them"

"That is partly true" Coran says, walking over "Creavnolians are very grateful creatures. If they are ever saved, they will forever respect that being that saved them" Lance goes to stroke Soul only for her to hiss, and he jumps away "However, that also means that Creavnolians also have a good memory, to remember those who save them, but also those who get them into trouble"

"Do something, Y/N! She's looking at me like I'm some kind of snack!" Y/N shakes her head.

"You hungry, Soul?" Keith asks, Soul nods.

"I'm sorry! I'll be good, I promise!" Everyone laughs.

#Voltron #Reader Insert #Voltron Fandom #Voltron Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Keith x Reader #Keith Kogane x Reader #Voltron Legendary Defender

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actress4him · 2 years

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oooo i LOVE your whump, can i please suggest maybe keith for the concussion square? perhaps he and the team are trying to complete a mission but they can’t get back to the castle until the mission is over? (or if thats too complicated maybe a lonely keith dealing w a concussion in the desert) again live your stuff ^^

@badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Square: Concussion

Also fulfills: Whumpay Day 10, “I Can Still Fight”

Warnings: head injury, temporary memory loss, mild blood, death mention

Being slammed into the wall isn’t anything new. It happens fairly regularly, really, which is something he should probably be more concerned about. But hey, he’s constantly fighting aliens that are easily twice his size. Getting thrown kinda comes with the territory.

Which is why, when the Galra he’s fighting tosses him like a ragdoll across the ship’s corridor and his head cracks against the metal surface, Keith isn’t shocked or surprised. His vision goes dark instantly, and when it comes back he’s slumped on the ground, the battle continuing around him. His temples are throbbing from the noise, and there’s an intense pain spreading from one particular point on the back of his skull.

That doesn’t really concern him, though. What does concern him is that he doesn’t remember being in the middle of a battle. He remembers…breakfast? Maybe? And maybe some training afterward. Yeah, he and Shiro had fought one-on-one after breakfast. But now he seems to be on a Galra ship, surrounded by both live Galra soldiers and sentries, and the team is…somewhere nearby, he assumes. They’re not yelling at him in his comms, so that’s a plus.

Oh wait. His comms. Keith pushes away from the wall and sits up, the pain flaring in his head as he does so and the corridor spinning around him. Gritting his teeth, he reaches a hand up tentatively and prods at the worst spot on the back of his head. His gloves come away sticky and wet.

What was he thinking about, again?

A flash of red a few feet away catches his attention. He squints at it, trying to bring it into focus. It’s a helmet, he thinks. His helmet? Yeah, maybe it’s his helmet. He does wear red, after all. Red like his Lion. Like the big, metal, alien spaceship robot Lion that lives in his head now. Crazy. He’s pretty sure she’s trying to say something to him right now, actually, but all he’s getting is flashes of warmth.

A sentry’s sword swings by his head far too close for comfort. Keith jolts backwards, regretting it immensely when the whole spinning and pain thing happens again. Right, the battle. The one he doesn’t remember starting, but should probably work on finishing. Otherwise somebody is probably going to kill him, and Shiro will shoot him if he dies.

Heh. That’d be pretty pointless.

Somehow he gets himself to his feet, swaying slightly, putting one hand on the wall to make sure he doesn’t fall right back down to where he just came from. He feels like something is missing, though. Somewhere, he’s got a…uh… Muscle memory leads him to flex his hand and summon his sword. Sword? Yeah, it’s a sword. It’s also a weird word, a…bayard, that’s it. The word always plays in his mind in Allura’s dialect. Bayaaaard. It’s funny, saying it like that. He snickers a little before remembering that he’s supposed to be actually using the bayard.

That’s easier said than done, though. His arms feel really heavy, like maybe somebody put weights in his armor or something. Probably Lance. When he finally manages to lift the sword and swing it at the nearest sentry, he misses completely. Which is weird, because he was almost positive he saw it go through the robot’s torso. Maybe…yeah, he’s definitely seeing double. Or…triple? Quadruple? It’s really hard to tell, there’s sentries and guards everywhere and it’s almost impossible to pick out which ones are real.

Oh, well. Keith dives into the crowd with all of his usual gusto and none of his usual coordination, swinging wildly. Eventually his sword actually makes contact with something, and he turns to stab it, nearly falling over but righting himself at the last second.

His head really hurts.

“Hey! McMullet! There you are.” Lance appears out of nowhere. Like, poof, there he is. Except there are two of him, too, just like the sentries, and that is not what Keith needs in his life. One Lance is quite enough, thank you.

“We’ve been calling you on the comms and you weren’t answering.” Both the Lances lift their rifles and fire at some distant target. “Guess that’s because you don’t even have your helmet on.”

Oh yeah. His helmet. That was a thing that he’d been thinking about earlier. It’s…on the ground somewhere? He should probably really have it on. But when he spins around to try and figure out which direction it was in, he just gets super dizzy again.

“Hello, are you even listening to me? Why aren’t you wearing your helmet, Mullet?”

A fist knocks against the side of his head. It isn’t hard, but it’s enough to make his vision white out with pain. He might even scream, he’s not sure. He does know that the floor he finds himself staring at while one hand clutches his throbbing head is looking more and more appealing.

“Whoa. Dude. Are you okay?” Lance has his back to him, shooting out into the crowd of enemies, but he glances back over his shoulder at Keith with eyebrows knit together.

Yeah. Of course he’s okay. He’s fine, he just needs Lance to keep his freaking hands to himself. “Don’ do tha’. Tha’s…’s not cool.”

“Yeah. Okay. Something is definitely wrong with you, we need to get you to Shiro.”

“No!” The exclamation sends pain stabbing though his head again, and he winces, pressing his fingertips into his forehead. “Nope. Don’…don’ need t’ get Sh’ro. Need t’ fight.”

“Keithy, somehow I think fighting is the last thing you need to be doing right now.”

Like he has a choice. They’re kinda surrounded by Galra, what does Lance expect him to do, lie down and take a nap? Even though that does sound very, very nice…

“Stop it.” Keith scowls, pointing a finger at one Lance’s face, then the other. He isn’t sure which one is actually the real one. “Both…both o’ you. Stop…tellin’ me what t’ do.”

Both the Lances’ eyebrows shoot up toward their hairlines. He looks funny like that. Keith smiles, but slaps a hand over his mouth to hide it.

“Yeah. Alright. You’re not okay, and there’s no way I’m letting you keep -”

A sword swings over his head mid-sentence, his last second duck the only thing saving him from being decapitated. “Quiznak!” Stumbling backwards, he grabs Keith’s arm and drags him back, too. The abrupt movement sends both his head and stomach spinning, and he groans loudly.

“Geez, why’d you have to be so big?”

Keith squints up at the giant, towering Galra. “Why’d there have t’ be two?”

“Keith, for Pete’s sake there’s not…never mind, just…don’t die.”

He isn’t paying attention to Lance anymore. His focus is on the soldier - soldiers? - attacking them. Lance is a long-range fighter, a good one, but he’s out of his element right now. That means this fight is mainly up to Keith, headache and dizziness or not.

Each strike of his sword against the Galra’s weapon sends waves of pain through his body. He’s fading fast, and he knows it, vision wavering in and out so that he barely sees the hits coming for him before they connect. The headache is intensifying to the point where he feels like his skull might just explode right there.

Then suddenly, he’s on the ground, staring up at the ceiling, wondering how he got there. The Galra appears over him, grinning, ready to run him through, and Keith wants to move, he really really does, but his body just…lies there, frozen. His thoughts freeze, too. Everything seems to move in slow motion, the sword coming down toward him…then the Galra jerking backwards, stumbling, and falling out of sight.

Lance. He must have found higher ground, and taken the soldier out with his rifle. Reliable, just like always.

He almost died.

For some reason that’s hilarious to him right now. He almost died, again, for the millionth time. Keith is still on the floor in the corridor of a purple cat alien’s spaceship in the middle of outer space, but now instead of being frozen, he’s cracking up. A full-on belly laugh that hurts his head as bad as fighting had, but he can’t stop. Tears are rolling down his cheeks.

“See what I mean, Shiro? Either he’s dying or somebody did some kind of alien body-swap on him. Look at him, he’s laughing! In the middle of a battle! That’s…that’s not Keith.”

Shiro’s face leans into his vision, a look on his face that’s a mixture of concern and amusement. “Hey, kiddo. What’s going on?”

Keith stops laughing long enough to stare at the white bangs that fall over Shiro’s forehead. “Y’re…turnin’ into an old man, tha’s what.” He snickers again.

“Right, right. I hear ya.” Shiro leans in closer, flipping on the blue lights of his armor, eyes darting back and forth across Keith’s face. “Yep, you definitely have a concussion. Your pupils are way off.”

“Yay,” Keith cheers quietly, sarcastically. “Love co’cussions. This makes…mmm…five? Six? I dunno, i’s hard to keep coun’ when everythin’s spinnin’ ‘round.”

“I’m sure it is. You’ve really gotta stop hitting your head so much, though.” Shiro slides his hand gently underneath Keith’s head, cradling it as he helps lift him to his feet and giving him time for the room to stop spinning before attempting to move him anymore.

“M’ head really hurts, Sh’ro,” he mumbles after a moment.

“I know it does, bud. I know. Let’s get you back to the Castle and get that fixed, okay?”

“‘Kay.”

#whumpay2022 #no.10 #I can still fight #bad things happen bingo #badthingshappenbingo #concussion #voltron: legendary defender #head injury tw #memory loss tw #mild blood tw #death mention tw #voltron whump #hurt keith #keith whump #voltron fanfiction #vld fanfic

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hello :3

28, 40, 55, 74 for the writing ask pls 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

hiiii darcyyy. you've opened a can of worms with these asks i hope you know

28. what area of writing do you want to improve in?

literally anything that isn't dialogue FTHYRTHJFGHYJFYG i can do dialogue all day every day but i really need to get better with like. settings. weaving the description in instead of painting a long word picture in one paragraph. character actions too. i love writing group scenes. group scenes are agony. where are you all standing. is someone holding a mug. where the fuck did i put the bayards. also just like. writing prettier sentences in general. so many fic writers have absolutely banger passages like shit that gets put on pillows on redbubble and i want that.

40. what is your favorite world that you've created for a fic?

oh boy this is an interesting question. several worlds i have now stolen to repurpose for my own original writing. i had fun with the magic and medieval-ish setting of as long as i'm breathing (i'm not leaving) and its sequel. i also had a lot of fun w the shadow people from klance au month 2019 and your eyes, they shine so bright (i want to save that light)

i also had a lot of fun worldbuilding when i was writing deceit so natural, particularly the politics with tarvin and also the bolza system. i wrote the majority of dsn between seasons 2 and 4 and so there was a Lot we didn't know about so i just went balls to the wall on the worldbuilding

55. have you noticed any patterns in your fics? words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

i was literally just thinking about this today but "[x]'s scream tore raw from their throat" comes up a lot. i love making characters resort to their most primal instincts. love to see agony and achillean rage.

i also have been on a blade keith kick lately. i've posted . 2 or 3??? oneshots recently about keith being with the blades and suffering about it, or even just grappling with his abandonment issues and his anger issues and his galra side and his violent streak, and i have at least two more about it on the backburner. in general i think i have somehow ended up writing a lot about anger and grief and abandonment issues. can you tell keith is the primary character i write

at the same time i am also constantly writing established relaitonships. i love a good established relationship. the pining is fun to play with but there's a much larger part of me that finds more enjoyment of writing characters navigating their relationship and its challenges, or just facing an outside challenge and knowing they have each other to lean on.

74. do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

OH BOY DO I. look i loved squad up / the rawring 20s but my modern au fics get the LEAST effort from me, i like them the LEAST out of all my fics, but they're the simplest and easiest for people to read so i get why they get more love

there is a lot about deceit so natural that is cringe and that i would go back and change, by virtue of being 17, a mediocre writer at the time, and also there's stuff we didn't know about yet (gay shiro or allura's age, for example), but i had a fucking BLAST writing it. it took me all the way until season 6 to finish it (i started it between s2 and 3) and so any time canon disappointed me i could just go do what i wanted. established klance, an absolutely baller team dynamic if you asked me, lotor being absolutely fucking bonkers. the twists and turns in stars go down were FUN and i think i need to be that mean in my writing again. someone in the comments commended me for actually letting the characters have a horrible time and i think about it constantly

AND RIGHT NOW THERE IS AT SKYFALL, WHICH IS DSN VIBES BUT WITH BROGANES. please i literally have so much planned for this you don't even know. the chapters are dsn length instead of soopits length. i'm going to explore lance's anger. i am going to put keith and shiro through it. adam is so fucking confused bro. PLEASE

anyway thank u for the asks i'm thinking about beating up keith again

fanfiction writing asks!

#read at skyfall or die by my blade #dsn and my cringey writing if you're feeling brave enough #eileen answers #ask meme #my writing

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Lance finally gets his knees under him, despite Pidge’s loud complaints (“You’re squishing me, you lug, quit squirming!”), and hoots triumphantly. He curls his long fingers around the latch of the sunroof of Hunk’s family minivan, yanking it open and sticking his head and arms out.

“Oh my God, Lance, we’re going 120 fucking kilometres per hour! Sit properly!”

Hunk’s fretting does nothing to deter Lance’s gleeful laughter as he hollers to the wind, Allura’s cackling only endorsing him. Pidge pretends to keep complaining, but reaches over and tightens the seatbelt over his hips. Keith laughs, too, shaking his head at Lance’s shenanigans.

“I got him, Hunk,” he promises, wrapping a strong arm around Lance’s waist. Lance grins down at him, kissing his fingers and then pressing them to Keith’s forehead in thanks. Keith feels the area burn.

“If we hit something he’s gonna go flying out the damn windshield!” Hunk says, eyes frantically flicking over to Lance through the rearview mirror.

“There’s not another soul out here, Hunky! Just don’t swerve!” Lance shouts.

“It’s the fucking 401,” Hunk grumbles, “some idiot is gonna show up eventually.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Allura waves off. “We’re far out of Toronto and it’s eight o’clock. No one else is out at this hour.”

Hunk opens his mouth to worry further, but Lance’s loud whoop cuts him off. Keith watches as Hunk’s entire demeanour softens, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He shakes his head.

“Damn kid,” he says, as if Lance isn’t three months older than him. Allura grins too, reaching over to turn up the volume on the radio.

“Oh, I love this song!” Pidge shouts.

You got me stuck on the thought of you

I’m feeling like this might be my time to shine with you

Allura turns it up even more, the airy guitar blasting through the speakers as she and Pidge scream the lyrics at the top of their lungs and Hunk taps out the rhythm on the steering wheel. Keith glances up at Lance, and the sight of him takes Keith’s breath away: eyes closed and head tilted back, arms spread wide. The sun is low in the sky, shining its last golden rays in Keith’s eyes and making the copper-brown of Lance’s hair gleam.

Keith feels something hot and heavy burn in his chest, looking at Lance outshine the sun, a small smile bearing just a hint of his crooked front tooth. The sounds of his friends’ laughter and the rushing of the wind as they whip down the highway, the heat of the late summer air, and Lance and Lance and Lance. He’s suddenly flooded with images of Lance’s laughter, the creases he gets next to his eyes. He imagines those lines getting deeper as Lance continues to laugh brightly and unabashedly through their lives; he imagines holding a sun-browned hand in front of the warmth of a fire in deep winter; he imagines the sound of Lance’s pacing as they fret over a mortgage; he imagines Lance’s even breathes on white sheets as the slow morning rays wake him up. He imagines the rest of his life, the rest of their life, and he sees it so clearly that he feels it reverberate in his bones, feels it in the ache of his teeth.

Oh my God, I’m going to marry you, he thinks, and the words spark along his skin in every place it touches Lance’s.

———

He decides to go to Allura. It was really a pretty easy process of elimination. Shiro was an immediate no. (Keith loves his brother and looks up to him, but he also

watched Shiro impulse-propose to Adam in a Costco on Sunday, so.) Hunk was no good, either, because for all the man’s kindness he cannot keep a secret to save his life. Pidge would tease him until the end of time, and as much as she likes to pretend she is a fortress, if Lance applies even the slightest amount of pressure then she will crack like an egg. (And Lance will, too. He has an eye for secrets, it’s like he fuckin’ smells them. Keith remembers the time he accidentally deleted all the data in his Pokémon game. He’d been sure he’d be able to get it to Pidge in time for her to play it all back without Lance ever knowing, but the very second Lance had gotten home, he’d looked at Keith, squinted, and asked him what he was hiding. If Keith’s being honest it was a little hot.)

So that really left Allura. She was a pretty good choice, too — she grew up with Lance, and they’ve been shopping together since middle school, as far as he knows. Allura will know exactly what Lance will like. So he texts her, tells her that he has something important he needs her help with and to please meet him at the Eaton centre.

Keith waits for her outside the food court, because he knows she hates the Eaton centre and will only tolerate being here for an extended period of time if he buys her an iced capp.

“You better have a good reason for dragging me here, Gyeong,” she says, just as expected.

“I do,” he responds, presenting her with the iced capp. It has extra whipped cream. She grins.

“The odds are already turning in your favour. Hit me.”

“I need your help to find a ring. I’m going to ask Lance to marry me.”

She chokes. In hindsight, he maybe should have waited until the straw was out of her mouth.

“Are you? Seriously?” she rasps, once her trachea is working again.

He nods. Even if he wanted to, there’s nothing he can do to hide his smile. He’s excited. He keeps imagining holding Lance’s hand, rings clinking together, maybe introducing him to a friend. Yes, this is my beautiful fiancé, Lance, he’d say. And then eventually: Have you met my gorgeous husband, Lance? The idea lights him up.

“— to Keith. Eaaarrrrtthhhh to Keeeiiiitthh. Come in, space cadet.”

Keith blinks, seeing Allura’s hand waving rapidly in front of his face.

“Sorry. What?”

Allura rolls her eyes, shoulder checking him fondly. (Although, with her hockey-player muscles he goes flying. Just a little.)

“Someone’s already hearing wedding bells,” she teases.

Keith sighs. “Can’t help it.”

“Well, pack it up, Romeo, ‘cause you’re in the wrong place. We gotta take the train to Scarborough, you’re not gonna find what you’re looking for here.”

“What? Why?”

“You’re a very lucky man, Gyeong,” she says, dragging him by the wrist. Keith has to jog and keep up or else he might actually lose his arm. Allura sometimes forgets that she can easily bench press three Keiths.

“Duh. ‘Course I am. I mean —“ Keith sighs again, even dreamier this time — “just think about him. He’s literally more beautiful than the moon. He’s — he’s everything good in the world. I love him so much.”

Allura snorts. “That’s not what I meant, although that’s very sweet. I meant you’re lucky because Lance has been planning his wedding since he was literally four years old. He has a wedding binder. We gotta go to Tía Marcela’s.”

———

The train ride to Scarborough is uneventful, if a little lengthy. Keith loses seventeen consecutive arm wrestling matches to Allura and thinks about how much Lance loves the train, and gets excited to ride it every time even though he’s been doing it since he was born. Allura scoffs when he tells her this.

“As if I’m not well aware, moon-eyes,” she tells him.

Marcela bestows them both with a flurry of affection and scolding when she opens the door. Allura bears the brunt of it.

“I am wasting away in this house alone,” she laments, ignoring Marco and Veronica’s indignant hey!s. “Would it kill my favourite niece to visit me every so often?”

“I come see you every week, Tía,” Allura says, amused. Marcela waves her hand.

“Once a week, bah. And you, Keith. I can’t see my future son-in-law on occasion either?”

Keith grins, big and toothy. Marcela can keep a secret.

“That’s actually why I’m here, Marcela,” he says. Marcela narrows her eyes at him, confused for a moment, but then it dawns in her and she gasps.

“You’re going to — oh! Dios mío, está sucediendo! Finalmente!”

She hugs him again, squeezing the breath out of him. He can’t say that he minds.

“‘Finally’ is right,” Allura says, sniggering. “How long have you two been dating? Six years? Seven?”

“Since grade ten. Seven,” Keith confirms.

Marcela fans her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Oh, my youngest son. About to grow up and leave the nest.”

Allura laughs, patting her on the shoulder. “He’s 22, Tía. And he moved out last year!”

“Leaving the nest,” Marcela repeats, louder.

Keith grins. He’s known the Sanchez’s since Shiro moved him to the neighbourhood in grade eight, but there’s something special about the idea of being part of the family officially. He’s excited.

Eventually Marcela calms herself. She beckons them to follow her into the living room. She traces gentle fingers over the spines of dozens of photo albums, cases for family movies, beloved picture books. She stops when she reaches the most beat up binder on the shelf; three inches wide, blue almost completely covered with worn stickers from every franchise in the world. She pulls it out with a soft ‘oof’, setting it down on the coffee table. Slid through the plastic sleeve of the cover is a small, weathered-yellow paper, childish handwriting reading Lancito’s Wedding. The ‘e’ is backwards. A rush of emotions fill Keith’s throat, and it takes a few swallows for the lump to go away.

He picks up the binder with gentle hands, fingers carefully tracing the curves of the red letters, written so carefully. Marcela and Allura sandwich him in, curling up excitedly on either side of him, although they give him the time he needs to take it in. He opens the binder, finally, flipping through the organised sections and taking in every word.

Marcela smiles. “Dress or tux, I don’t care, but I want a train,” she reads aloud. ‘Train’ is underlined six times. “Of course he does.”

Allura stops him at the section marked ‘flowers’, pointing out a note written in purple pen. Handwriting is a little more refined, but it’s the first hint of purple they’ve seen so far — Keith remembers that. Lance wrote exclusively in purple pen for the entirety of eleventh grade, even taking docked points in math where he was supposed to be using a pencil. Keith has no idea why Lance did it, and Lance doesn’t seem to know, either. Just something he did. Keith inhales sharply as he reads it — Poppies are non-negotiable, they’re Keith’s favourite. Red/orange colour scheme then?? Keith looks nice in red.

“Every time he talked about his wedding, he talked about his wedding with you,” Allura says softly, reading his mind. “It wasn’t just his wedding he was planning. It was yours, together. He spoke about it constantly, to everyone.”

Keith hastily wipes a tear before it drips onto the binder. Marcela chuckles.

“Look,” she says, pointing to a page in the ‘invites’ section. It’s the most chaotic by far, lots of things scratched out and re-written. He sees Marco’s name in particular crossed out and written again at least four times and snorts, imagining teenage Lance angrily crossing out his brother’s name every time they fought.

What she was pointing out, though, and what makes Keith’s breath hitch, is his half of the invitation section. It’s as messy as Lance’s, but the care is so obviously present in each name…

Shiro and Adam in Keith’s party, of course. Make sure there’s space for Keith’s fencing friends. Oh, and maybe Krolia? And his uncles obvi. And I guess I’ll share custody of Allura. DON’T FORGET TO ASK HIM ABOUT OTHERS!!!!

“Share custody,” Keith repeats, tone teasing even as his voice shakes and his eyes wet.

Allura knocks their heads together. “I’m gonna be one of you two’s maid of honour, I’ll tell you that. Or else I’m damn well not going.”

“Liar,” Marcela teases.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I love them, I guess.”

Keith laughs wetly, finally turning the page into the ‘rings’ section. He came here for a reason, after all. This section is fairly sparse, compared to the others. Only three pages. The first has a picture of two simple silver bands.

These are the wedding bands, the note reads. Simpler, so Keith can wear them without them making him itchy and I can wear mine in the lab.

The next page has a blown-up image of a sketch, black ink with watercolour.

Ring if I propose to Keith, the title reads.

It’s another silver band, very smooth. But unlike the wedding band, this one is inlaid with several small, blue stones, so blue they’re almost black. Keith traces the lightest touches over the stones, heartbeat sprinting in his chest.

“Does he have this one already?” he asks quietly.

“No,” Allura says, just as quiet. “He designed it, but he said he’s only proposing to you if you don’t get the hint in a couple years. He had a feeling you wanted to do it.”

“Yeah,” Keith breathes, running his fingers over the carefully-done painting one more time before flipping the page. The next page has another blown-up watercolour, just like the first. It also has the same smooth silver band. There’s a teardrop-shaped pink stone in the middle, sandwiched by two small white stones. The title on this page makes Keith laugh out loud.

TO KEITH, WHEN ALLURA INEVITABLY SHOWS YOU THIS, it reads, THE BIGGER STONE IS PINK SAPPHIRE AND THE SMALLER CLEAR ONES ARE CLEAR QUARTZ. PLEASE AND THANK YOU. ALSO, I LOVE YOU.

“Dork,” he says. Allura and Marcela grin and mutter their agreement.

They flip through the rest of the binder, Keith memorising every page he sees. It’s like watching a whole new side of Lance come to life, one he loves just as much, but it also feels largely familiar, like an amalgamation of every piece of Lance that Keith already knows. He can’t get enough.

“You’re gonna see this binder again, doofus,” Allura says when she sees his hesitance to put it away. “In fact, I’ve heard wedding planning is horrible. I’m sure you’ll hate it in a few months.”

Keith thinks to how pieces of Lance are carefully tucked between each page. He knows he’ll love that binder and the man it represents until he dies, even if it’s the only thing he ever reads again.

“That is the gayest thing that has ever been said,” Allura informs him, and Keith realises he’s spoken aloud.

“My baby is getting married,” Marcela wails.

———

After Keith special orders the ring online, he spends the next few weeks wondering how he’s gonna pop the question. He spends long enough pondering that the ring arrives in the mail before he even has an inkling of a plan, which distresses him greatly. He loses nearly $50 buying Allura overly expensive Starbucks teas to bribe her into listening to him freak out.

“You are a loser,” Allura informs him one day as he’s resting his forehead defeatedly on the sticky table.

“I am out of ideas,” he says again.

“You could ask him in a pit of lava and he would cry tears of joy.”

“Allura, he deserves everything I could give him. I’d take him to the moon and ask him there if I could. To the kingdom of Atlantis. To the inside of his favourite flower. If it were possible, I’d ask him on the inside of a raincloud.”

“…Jesus H. Christ.”

Eventually, though, it’s Lance who gives him the plan.

“Aw, babe, come look at this garbage!”

Keith dries his hands on the hand towel, not hesitating to drop what he’s doing. The indignance in Lance’s tone doesn’t sound urgent, or anything, it’s really quite playful, but still. The leaky sink can wait.

“Show me,” Keith says, settling in comfortably behind Lance. Lance doesn’t hesitate to sink into him, melting into Keith as he wraps his arms around his waist and hooks his head over his shoulder. Lance angles his phone, showing Keith a video on Instagram. It’s a couple, two people Keith doesn’t recognize. The guy holds his girlfriend’s hand, tugging her into the centre of a square in what looks to be New York City. Maybe? Keith’s not sure.

Once they’re both situated, occasional gaps in the video as people walk by, the guy gets on one knee. The sound of people walking and going about their lives is so loud that it’s impossible to hear what he says. She must say yes, though, because they both look happy when they embrace.

Lance is shaking his head before the video even finishes. “Literally like a 4/10 proposal,” he says. “Ugh.”

Keith hums. He agrees, but this… this is a perfect opportunity. He has to be subtle.

“How come, sweetheart?”

“Well, for starters, it’s in Times fucking Square. There’s like a sixty percent chance he’s kneeling in piss.”

Keith snorts. “Fair.”

“Secondly, it’s so public! You can’t even hear them, and you can’t tell if family’s there. And what if some asshole ruins it? That whole thing is just a risky mess. I’d rather something small, y’know? Like it doesn’t have to be completely private, or anything, but I’d like my family and friends to be there and not random strangers. Maybe a garden, or a beach, or something.”

Keith’s heart pounds. He tries to subtly lean back a little, lest Lance feel it and gets suspicious.

Bingo.

“You asking me to get on one knee?” he teases, playing off the anxiety. Lance squawks.

“No! I’m not! Well, I’m not asking, but I’m also not saying that I wouldn’t mind. I mean. I guess what I’m trying to say that if it was on your radar of things you were possibly considering doing maybe then I wouldn’t mind.”

Keith laughs brightly, pressing a lingering kiss to Lance’s cheek. It’s warm, flustered.

“I’m only teasing,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to Lance’s neck. “We’ll get there when we get there, okay?”

Lance hums. He tilts his head, allowing Keith more access.

Keith takes the hint.

He forgets about planning, for a while.

———

The stress melts away after that. He knows what Lance wants, he knows that Lance is going to say yes (although he never really doubted), and also he’s no longer buying Allura a ridiculous amount of ‘please put up with me’ drinks. She complains about it.

“Now what am I going to do? Pay for it myself?”

“You’re a hockey player in the NHL, with a side job in IT. I don’t know why I was ever paying for your drinks in the first place.”

“…They taste better when I’m not paying for them, honestly.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Keith hides the ring in a place he’s absolutely, 100% certain Lance will not find — he unscrews one of the potlights in the kitchen, hiding the box in the upper cavity before screwing it back in. He’s very proud of that spot. He waits a while, too — he doesn’t want to do anything too soon, he wants it to be a bit of a surprise. If he suddenly takes Lance to the beach he’s gonna know. He waits until Lance’s lab hits a busy period, until Lance is very focused on work and isn’t thinking about much else. Then he finally reveals his plans to the rest of the group (plus Shiro and Adam). He asks them if they want to come over for dinner one evening, when Lance is working late.

“I’m doing a thing,” he announces as everyone’s eating.

“Elaborate,” Allura recites dutifully. Her tone is flat and lifeless. (Keith made her stick to a script. She threw things at him. He stayed stubborn. She eventually agreed.)

“I’m asking Lance to marry me and I want you guys to be there.”

This time, three people choke. Keith should really learn to time this better.

“About fucking time!” Pidge crows. “I’ve been waiting for you to fess up, you goober.”

Keith turns immediately to Allura in betrayal, who holds up her hands defensively. “I didn’t tell her!”

Pidge waves her fork dismissively. “Allura didn’t have to tell me. I know as soon as I saw your whipped ass making moon-eyes at Lance in the car last year.”

Keith’s jaw drops. “No you fucking did not.”

“Did too! It was embarrassing to look at!”

“Did not —”

Keith is interrupted by Hunk and Shiro’s simultaneous and loud sobs.

“Here we go,” sighs Adam, but he’s grinning. He pays his husband gently on the back. Allura does the same for Hunk.

“There, there.”

“Marriage,” Hunk wails.

Shiro nods frantically.

“This is a happy thing, guys,” Keith says, exasperated.

“We know!”

“We’re happy for you!”

“Is it happening soon?” Adam asks, ever the efficient one. Keith nods.

“Yeah, so long as you guys are free. I’m taking him up to one of Lake Huron’s beaches, they’re less crowded and not so rocky. Lance’s family is gonna try and book time off three weekends from now.”

“We’ll be there,” Pidge assures. Her eyes are still bright, but less teasing. She’s happy for them.

“Awesome,” Keith says.

He can’t wait. His veins buzz with anticipation.

———

It’s time. First week of August. He and Lance are the first to pile into Hunk’s van, squished together in the middle row like always.

“I haven’t been to the beach in forever,” Lance gushes. He’s vibrating in excitement. Keith feels the ring burn in his left pants pocket.

“I think you’re going to have a lot of fun this time,” Hunk says, and Keith has to stop himself from shooting him a look lest Lance catch on.

Please, Hunk, just a couple more hours, he thinks, trying to beam the thought into his friend’s head. It must work, because Hunk changes the subject, chatting with Lance about a work friend of theirs until everyone else has been picked up.

“Okay, now that your queen is here,” Allura says, crawling into the front seat, “the party may begin. Any song requests? Speak now or forever hold your piece.”

“Will you play Sunroof?” Keith asks quietly, tangling his hand with Lance’s.

Allura grins at him.

“Sure thing, Romeo.”

———

Keith’s hands start to sweat a little on the walk to the beach. Lance notices, both because he’s the most observant person Keith knows and also because Lance can definitely feel how clammy his palm is.

“You good, babe?” he asks.

“Just a little hot,” Keith lies. Lance squints at him for a moment, but evidently decides to let it slide with a shrug.

“If you’re sure.”

They walk a little behind everyone else, watching their friends and family be doofuses, joking and shoving each other and narrowly missing getting soaked. Keith takes the moment to appreciate how beautiful Lance looks in the dusky sun, jeans rolled up to his calves and water licking at his ankles. He looks ethereal, at the beach. Keith loves him so much his heart bursts.

He literally can’t wait another second.

He makes quick eye contact with Allura, who nods, and subtly starts to calm the circus and gets Adam to pull out his camera.

Keith reaches into his pocket, wrapping his hand around the box.

“Lance,” he starts.

“Hm?” Lance says turning his attention away from where he was looking for cool rocks. “What’s up?”

“I love you more than life, you know that?”

Lance grins. It’s not unusual for Keith to proclaim his undying love out of nowhere. He’s a little sappy.

“I do know,” he says. “I love you just as much.”

Keith smiles, too. The nervousness vanishes from his heart.

This is Lance.

“I love you so much, in fact, that there’s been something I’ve been meaning to do.”

He sees the second it clicks in Lance’s expression, and Lance’s dark brown eyes widen. Keith drops to his knees, pulling out the box and holding it in front of him. Lance still grips his other hand, hold only tightening.

“Keith,” he chokes out.

“I’ve loved you since the day I accidentally crashed into you while skateboarding and knocked you unconscious. You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, then, even beaten and bloody, and I loved you even when you swore we were rivals. I loved you when you held my hand that first time when we were kids in the theatre. I loved you when we kissed after the school bell rang, when I followed you to university years later. I loved you when you tossed me a key and asked me to move in with you. I loved you when you stuck your head out the sunroof when we were speeding down the highway and spread your arms out to the wind. I love you now, standing in front of me, and I’ll love you in every moment and every second of our future. And it’s going to be a long future, Lance, you and me. We’re going to grow old together and I’m going to love every minute of you, every version of you. And so I ask you, Lance Sanchez, my beating heart: will you marry me?”

Keith expects a yes. He expects a shout, maybe, and a hug and a tearful kiss.

He does not expect to be tackled into the waves.

“Yes!” Lance screams, so loudly they can hear him from the arctic for sure. “Yes I will marry you, yes yes yes!”

Keith laughs, wrapping an arm around his waist and dragging them both out of the water so they don’t drown. He’s luckily kept a tight hold on the ring. He opens the box with one hand — yeah, okay, that took some practice — and slides the ring onto Lance’s fourth finger. The cheers from their friends and family echo around them, as Lance grabs both sides of his face and kisses him soundly.

Keith wraps his other arm around Lance’s waist, pulling him closer still, and kisses him just as hard.

“We’re gonna get married,” Lance whispers between kisses, voice awed.

Keith smiles.

Yes, they are.

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quidfree · 2 years

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have you every watched voltron or she-ra? if not, highly rec!! she-ra's amazing ( in my humble opinion ) voltron is uhh the start was great bUT GIANT ROBOT CATS THAT TURN INTO A GIANT ROBOT HUMAN

hi anon- i’ve watched both, actually, though not all the way through- thoughts below the cut just because i can feel this will be long despite my best efforts. def agree on voltron but cannot say i think shera is great haha

let’s start w voltron bc it’s the og. i watched it when it was first coming out and yeah- received w great enthusiasm. keith, unsurprisingly, was my guy. allura was probably my second favourite character. love the space lion robots of it all. really enjoyed the alien fantasy drama. was extremely on-board with unlikely teammates saving the galaxy and secret galra heritage and shiro’s war ptsd and all that. i think the early seasons had a good balance of drama and comedy, too.

definitely went downhill fast, and i didn’t watch past the season where lotor first starts playing a big role in the show, in part because i could Feel the bad prince zuko arc they were going to do and absolutely did not have the time for it (cannot believe they had him and allura be a thing…. and then she dies at the end of the show). basically just got frustrated by the way the characters were handled after a certain point, the tone was a mixed bag and the plot got messy. i was lucky bc keith was one of the people who got the most consistent/thorough focus and development, but the sidelining of certain charas and the weird dvp of others was just annoying. plus the ‘funny’ episodes… no. love shiro getting gay married tho good for him #lovewins.

shera…. hm. to give it some credit: i do enjoy the silly retro cartoon energy of it (the Names!!), i think the core 3’s friendship is good throughout, and naturally i think adora and catra’s relationship is compelling, fucked up and endearing. also there were def points where (like w voltron) the smaller-scale conflicts were pretty engaging to me, esp in the way they managed to overlap them w personal struggles- adora vs the horde, glimmer’s family drama… and mermista is an icon throughout love her energy.

now for my overview of the show… season one was promising for me but the like Positivity of it all just doesn’t speak to me- it’s Very power of friendship sparkles somehow. yeah theres darkness but i feel like it always gets mishandled. the villains in shera are sooo inconsistently framed as big menacing evil or harmless funny guys & i hate it- for eg why set up shadowweaver as this military evil child abuser for the early seasons and then make her a snarky teammate by the end?? it has ambitions of doing moral greyness but it’s mostly just badly executed for me… and that extends to catra fyi, for as much as i love her. shes easily my fav character but shes not very well-written. let’s not even start on hordak and his whole mess of a plot.

on that note both shows have a weird relationship w their genocide plots also. if you want to have genocide in your fun lil show you still need to take it seriously and there are ways to do it- think of avatar or of full metal alchemist, idk. making the big bad someone who wipes out planets and civilisations to raise stakes without ever considering the ramifications / while giving them easy redemption arcs is so lazy.

both theme songs absolutely slap though.

#qui parle #qui repond #anon #voltron #shera #ooh the high school flashbacks of it all….

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 2 years

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Itty Bitty Keith. Prt 2

Age regressed Keith

Keith from age 2 to 17.

Sitting with Keith sleeping in his lap, Lance held the toddler against him. They’d finally gotten Allura down from the ceiling, their resident princess tied down to two heavy blocks of metal from the lower regions of the castle. With everyone staring at him, Lance couldn’t help but feel self conscious. It kind of felt like when they’d brought Kalternecker aboard and he’d been the only one with any knowledge of cows.

Snapping another photo of Keith, Pidge was loving this as she claimed she needed all the photos she could get for future blackmail purposes. The only reason Lance was allowing it was because Keith didn’t have any photos of him when he was younger, and while they might not be of his true life growing up, Lance wanted their to be copies just in case Keith wanted them later down the track. Smacking away Allura’s hand, he’d had about enough of their princess poking his Keith

“I told you to let him sleep”

Allura fluttered her eyelashes at him. That might have worked once, but now he was impervious to her charms

“He’s so tiny and adorable. His head is so big… and look at those little hands”

It was clear to Lance that Allura had no experience with toddlers

“All I’m saying is that if he wakes up crying, you’ll be the one having to explain to him why he’s not at home”

Allura huffed, Lance swatting Hunk’s hand away. His best bud trying to take the chance now that Allura was out of the running

“Come on, man. Look at him…”

Lance expected better from Hunk

“Bud, you should know what it’s like to wake a toddler from a nap”

Hunk was quick to pull his hand back, forcing himself to hold them behind his back

“I know, but, like, dude. Keith would never let any of us this close”

Being the dad of the group, Shiro let out a deep sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Keith’s cuteness not lost on him, until Pidge called him “grandpa”. He’d deflated on the spot

“Coran, are we totally sure this is Keith?”

Coran was the worst. He’d left wet marks on Keith trying to ruffle Keith’s hair. He was back in a time out again

“Indeed, Number One. His cells seemed to have reacted quite unexpectedly”

Shiro seemed to deflate further as Pidge mouthed “grandpa” at him again. Lance might trust his team, but he wasn’t so keen to hand Keith over when they were all acting like idiots

“Shiro, Coran said Keith’s fine. We both decided we shouldn’t tell Keith anything as we don’t know what his memory will be like”

Lance was quite proud of himself for being forward, only, Pidge cackled with laughter

“Oh my god, look at Lance. He’s being all responsible. Who crowned you the baby whisperer?”

Lance shot her the coldest glare he could. Everyone knew he came from a large family

“He’s a toddler, not a baby. Toddlers are like the training for teenagers, only they’re cuter”

Pidge rolled her eyes

“Like it could be that hard. Give him here, I’ll look after him. I just have to feed him and keep him out of trouble”

Hunk and Lance shared a look. Pidge could be the cool aunt, but she was clueless. Allura cleared her throat

“Perhaps as princess I should take care of him? Pidge is correct, toddlers can’t be so hard…”

Really? Now Allura wanted in?! Keith had no idea how damn charming his cuteness was! Shiro let his hand drop, before proving that he too had no clue

“I think I should be the one to look after Keith. It wouldn’t be the first time, and I can be there for him because I know some of his past… plus… look at how tiny he is!”

Seeing Coran go to speak, Lance didn’t want him agreeing with Shiro. Sometimes a man just needed to take things into his own hands

“Wait. Wait. Okay. Hands up who’s wiped a poopy bum before?!”

Pidge and Allura immediately shook their heads, followed by Shiro who cast him a confused look that Lance ignored. He, Hunk, and Coran raising their hands

“Okay, keep them raised if you’ve had to spend any time around angry toddlers”

Pidge went to open her mouth, Lance sensing what she was about to say

“Pets don’t count. Neither does Matt”

Huffing, Pidge crossed her arms. Again, the three of them had their hands still up. Lance moving on

“Who’s had recent experience with toddlers from Earth who have no idea that aliens exist”

Coran threw him the dirtiest look he’d ever seen the man throw as he dropped his hand, leaving just him and Hunk in contention

“And who out of us has the most free time to watch a toddler and not be distracted by coding or cooking?”

Hunk dropped his hand with a sigh

“You’re right. Toddlers are slippery”

Pidge wasn’t letting it go

“But we can’t leave Lance with Keith! They barely get along as it is!”

With the way Lance’s hips hurt, he and Keith got on far better than Pidge could ever imagined

“Excuse me, gremlin. We totally get along”

“Now that Keith’s tiny and you’re some great authority on kids”

Lance rolled his eyes. He was definitely not a great authority, but he knew how not to let Keith die which was far better than the job Pidge would do

“We don’t even know if he’s been potty trained. Let alone what his vocabulary is like. You do realise I’ve been babysitting for my cousins and my older brother for years, right? I’m the favourite uncle”

Pidge didn’t skip a beat trying to insult him, hurting Lance’s feelings as she did

“Because you’re the only one”

“Pidgeon, I’ve got two sisters and two brothers. Plus, hello, huge Cuban family, remember? Everyone comes by the farm house. There’s like never not a moment kids are there”

“But you and Keith…”

Wow. He’d never felt more doubted by Pidge in his life

“I’m not about to upset a toddler. They can be downright demonic”

“They can’t be that hard if you’re sitting here”

“You can’t just leave them with tech parts Pidge. If it can go in their mouths, it goes in. What are you going to do if Keith eats some component?”

Pidge looked to Hunk for backup, Hunk still had his hands behind his back

“Lance is right. My little cousin swallowed a watch battery once. It still scares me that she nearly died… we were lucky to get her to hospital in time”

Pidge’s eyes went wide

“Who goes around eating a watch battery?”

Hunk’s soul seemed to dim behind his eyes as he too realised Pidge hadn’t a single clue about toddlers

“They don’t really know better… plus, Lance is right. Toddlers don’t stop…”

Lance had let his guard slip, Allura placing her hand on Keith’s hair

“Yes, well, perhaps we should leave Keith in Lance’s care. Oh! We could have a roster! We could all spend time with him”

Shiro smiled at Allura

“That’s an excellent idea. I’m happy to take him first”

“Why do you get to take him first?”

“Because I’ve known him longest”

“I think it’s fair that we all get to share Keith’s cuteness”

Oh god. If his Keith could see this he’d have malfunctioned and run off. Lance removed Allura’s hand from Keith’s head

“Guys, he’s sleeping right now. It’s like seriously best we let him sleep, or you’re all going to learn the hard way that toddlers are monsters. I’ll take him back to my room for now. Maybe you guys can figure out something for him to wear? He can’t run around in his shirt with no pants on. I’m not letting him get sick from wearing nothing”

Coran and Allura both looked to each other at the same time, sending a shiver down Lance’s spine. He’d definitely just given the pair of them an idea. Hopefully they’d soon realise that both of them were kind of useless and together they’d more than likely wind up fighting.

Hefting Keith up against him as he stood, Pidge covered her eyes, confusing Lance until she blurted out

“Dude, his butt! Couldn’t you have put underwear on him?”

Like kids knew bodily shame this young. He hadn’t. Unfortunately there was evidence of this as his stupid older sisters liked to mock

“Relax. I would have put some on him if he had any that fit. No one’s looking at him like that and I’m pretty sure we’ll all be fighting to stab them if they were. Toddlers generally either really love clothes or loath them with a passion of a billion suns”

Pidge didn’t come out from behind her fingers

“I’m not saying it like that… I’m just… I never thought I’d see his butt”

“Wait until he escapes and makes a run for it naked…”

Hunk laughed, both of them knew all about the nudie run. His nephew Sylvio had been a firm hater of clothes until he’d turned five

“Dude, Keith’s gonna be so embarrassed at the end of this”

That was if Keith remembered it…

“Probably, but we all have to work together to make this a safe and fun environment for him. I’ve got some things in my room he can draw with if he wants… anyway, Uncle Lancey-Lance is going to take Keith so he can nap, message me if you guys need me”

Keith was quiet. He’d been loud, and casting some seriously annoyed look when he’d woken wanting his daddy. Pretty much sizing Lance up, then asking who he was when he realised that he wasn’t in his own room. As unhappy as the toddler was with his explanation that he was at a special day care and Lance would be looking after him, Keith was killing Lance with his cuteness. Lance wasn’t offended that Keith was wary of him. He knew full well that he was a stranger and not Keith’s primary care giver. The poor kid wanted his mum and dad, neither of which Lance could magically materialise as he attempted to divert Keith’s attention by asking about him.

Getting Keith ready for dinner, Keith’s strange shyness lasted right up until they met the others in the dining room. Keith didn’t want to hold his hand, wounding Lance’s heart. No, Keith was not having the best day of his toddler life even with his nearly incoherent questions about where they were. Yeah… Keith had no idea what a daycare was, or who a teacher was supposed to be. That made sense once he’d thought about it, seeing Keith’s mother was Galran and his family had lived in the middle of nowhere. He’d expected too much too fast.

Then they’d gotten to the dining room. Once the door had slid open, Keith was greeted with a serious of “ohhhs” over how cute he was. The poor kid hiding behind Lance’s leg and peaking out at their group of friends that he didn’t know he was friends with. Crouching down, Lance took Keith’s hands in his, channeling his “positive uncle vibes” in an attempt to make Keith feel calmer, smiling as he tried to keep eye contact

“Keith, these are my very special friends. I know they’re all scary right now, but I know how brave you are. They’re all new friends but I know you’ll get along with them. We’re going to look after you until your mummy and daddy come to pick you up tomorrow”

Keith’s bottom lip quivered, his purple eyes killing Lance as they teared up

“I want mom”

“I know you do, buddy. You have the coolest mum ever, don’t you. Your mummy and daddy told me how special you are, and that you’re a good boy. We’re going to have dinner now, and then we can play with everyone. Does that sound fun?”

Keith’s bottom lip was still quivering, his chubby little cheeks were too quiznakking cute

“How about we have a special treat after dinner? You’re being so brave right now that I think you deserve a special treat after your dinner. My best friend, Hunk, he made a super duper yummy dinner for us, and I’m sure you’ll love it”

Keith seemed more upset

“I don’t like green”

It took Lance a long moment to get it, laughing softly and squeezing Keith’s hands as he did. Keith still didn’t love his vegetables as a teen

“Don’t tell, Hunk, but I don’t either. But he makes them taste really good. If they don’t taste really good you don’t have to eat much of them. Deal?”

Keith sniffled

“I want my mom”

“I know, sweetheart. We can tell her all about how you did so good eating your greens for me. She’s going to be so proud. So will your daddy. Come here, you can sit with me”

Hefting Keith up to him, Keith really really wasn’t sure about their friends. Lance sitting next to Hunk seeing Hunk had toddler experience. Allura practically had love hearts in her eyes over tiny Keith, but Keith didn’t want to know about it. With his head on Lance’s shoulder, he peered across at Hunk, Hunk beaming one of the biggest smiles Lance had ever seen from him

“Hey, Keith. I’m Hunk. Lance let me know you’ll be staying with us for now. I hope you like your dinner”

Keith immediately turned his head away, Lance chuckling at the cuteness of the clingy toddler

“Try not to take it too personally. He didn’t want to know me until he saw everyone else”

“Stranger shyness?”

Lance nodded at Hunk’s question

“Oh, yeah. And not waking up in his own bed. He’s been asking for his mum and dad, but we both know that he’ll get to see them tomorrow. He’s really not sure about any of this. But, he’s going to be a big brave boy and eat dinner with us, aren’t you, Keith?”

“I’ve made some cookies for after”

That got Keith’s attention. Lance rallying his heart to be strong as Keith looked up at him. He’d just taken a critical hit as Keith asked

“Cookies?”

So Keith liked cookies… and knew what they were… right, now he had some form of bribery to get him to eat those nasty greens. Right. For the rest of dinner he had to maintain being the adult here and not go giving into those purple eyes

“That’s right, you can have cookies after you eat your dinner. You don’t have to finish everything, but you do have to try everything. Reckon you can do that for me, bud?”

“I can try”

Keith landed another hit. It wasn’t like he was talking proper English that everyone could understand but Lance prided himself on his “toddlerese”, and his ability to nod and pretend he knew what was being said

“Okay, champ. Let’s do this”

By lord if Hunk hadn’t been thoughtful to a fault. Everything was bite sized and everything was something Keith could use his hands to eat, concentrating hard on making a mess but letting Lance eat his own dinner without too much trouble. Toddler Keith had cast a spell over the whole team. Even Pidge didn’t seem immune to his charms, praising him for trying his vegetables in the same breath as grumbling having to eat hers so she wasn’t shown up by a toddler. They’d also solved some of Coran’s issues too while he’d been busy watching over Keith, Coran wearing three pairs of gloves that left him clumsy yet not leaking all over the place. Allura hadn’t floated off… it was nice. A nice warm dinner. There hadn’t really been too much time for that of late, everyone so busy that Lance really cherished the moment.

With cookies in hand, the team headed to the lounge area. Keith still a little shy, but the temptation of cookies was too much to say no to. Like most little boys, Keith had had one hand in Lance’s and the other on his bits, Shiro’s voice warm and full of love as he explained to Pidge and Allura that it was a boy thing and that they never really grew out of it, throwing in a wink that had Pidge smacking his robotic arm. Their princess seemed mortified, yet had her hands full with the metal block that was keeping her weighed down. Settling down in the living area, it wasn’t long before Keith’s first tantrum hit.

Space cookies were not real cookies and Keith felt slighted.

It was perhaps one of the funniest tantrums Lance had ever seen given it was Keith. Keith had started shaking, then thrown himself on the group, a cookie in both hands as he started wailing. He wouldn’t let Hunk take back his cookies, nor were they the right ones. Poor Keith had no idea he’d be eating genuine space food, nor was he old enough to fall for it being alien food. To him, his mother wouldn’t seem “odd” given his limited interactions.

Pidge was clueless, eyeing Keith like he’d attack her at any moment

“Dude, are they meant to do that?”

Lance snorted, he’d have to make sure aunty Pidge was there for the next one too

“It’s hard being so tiny. He’s being just himself, and being so young he doesn’t understand why they’re not brown, or the cookies he’s used to. There’s no point trying to understand toddler logic”

Their resident gremlin shook her head at Lance’s explanation

“I’m never having kids”

“Nah, they’re cute when they’re this old. Everything’s all new and shiny. No one’s bullied them and everyday is an adventure. Give it a varga or so and he’ll be ready for a shower and bed”

Pidge didn’t seem convinced. Shiro was looking at his own cookie, Lance already knowing what he was thinking

“Don’t bother offering him yours. Once he’s got it out his system he’s probably going to try the two he’s got and realise they’re pretty good”

Allura seemed impressed

“Lance, I never realised you knew so much about small humans. Do all humans know as much?”

It should have been obvious from Pidge that that was a solid no

“Nah. I grew up with a huge family, so I’ve had like 9 years of babysitting experience. Being the youngest generally meant when it was harvest time on the farm my job was to watch my cousins and help my Mami. Then there was my nephew and my niece too…”

Homesickness decided now to rear its ugly head. He wondered if they even remembered him, and if his immediate family thought him dead. The thought was thoroughly depressing. Allura nodded as he spoke, before clearing her throat

“I think you’ve got a good grip on the situation”

Lance took her words as praise, tiny cute really was cute, but big Keith was cuter in different ways

“It’s only because I’ve had so much experience. Hunk has too”

Hunk was quick to deflect deflatedly

“Yeah, but he’s talking to you already. I’ve just ruined cookies for him”

“Only because he’s not used to them. Your cookies are awesome, bud”

Hunk huffed sadly at the tray of cookies on the lounge table

“Thanks… we should have told him they were special cookies”

“It’ll be fine. Once he’s cried it out, he’ll be happy again. Like I said, they’re cute at this age. And who knows, maybe he’ll be back to normal tomorrow? Okay, Pidgeon. Do your tech thing, but maybe find something with bright colours and sounds that aren’t too scary. If he has nightmares tonight, I’m taking him to sleep next to you”

Pidge pulled a face, he might as well have been asking her to take Keith to the toilet for the look he got

“Nope, you can have him if he’s going to cry. I don’t want him thinking that his crying is going to get him anywhere with me”

“Fine, I’ll just keep all Keith’s cuteness for myself. Better yet, he can’t stab me because he’s too small and cute. Maybe I should take him to see his grandpa if he has a nightmare?”

Shiro groaned deeply, Lance never would have taken the dig if the mood between the team hadn’t been so good

“I didn’t have any children, now I’ve got children that have a grandchild. Is any wonder my hair’s getting whiter?”

Allura sympathetically patted Shiro’s shoulder

“If it makes you feel any better, you can have my floatation. It is proving most annoying”

Pidge chuckled, adding salt to the wound for Coran who was dealing with his cookie crumbling due to his wet hands

“I’d rather that then Coran’s slipperies, even the white hair would be better than that. Lance, are you sure we should let Keith cry? He seems pretty upset”

Looking down at Keith, Lance nodded

“He hasn’t hurt himself and he’s not in danger of hurting himself. Once he’s calmed down then he can have his cookies and cuddles. Did you guys figure out something for him to wear that’s more his size?”

Allura let out a long deflated sigh

“No. Coran and I intended to, yet between his slipperies and my limited movement, we failed”

“It’s okay, princess. He’s fine for now. We’ll see how tonight goes and reassess it tomorrow if he’s not back to his usual brooding self. We’ve got no one chasing us, and can’t exactly go anywhere else, so there’s not that much of a rush on clothes”

“I shall continue to have a think about it. You humans are frightfully small”

“I think if we ask Coran, he’ll tell us you were once just as small”

Allura blinked twice then looked to her cookie again. Lance realising what he’d said

“Hey, none of that. Your parents would be so proud if they could see the woman you’ve become. We’re all proud of you”

Allura flashed Lance a wobbly smile

“Thank you, Lance…”

Before Pidge cut in

“Nope, no getting mopey. We are going to find the worst kid’s show there is. I bet 10 GAC that I can guess the story line before Lance”

Lance couldn’t resist

“And I bet 20 GAC that Hunk and I nail it before you do”

“Why do you get Hunk?!”

“Because I’m the one with the kid”

Pidge gave it a moment’s thought

“Then I get Shiro. Allura and Coran are ruled out because they probably speak the language. Deal?”

Lance nodded quickly before she could change her mind. Coran seemed to understand galactic TV far too well

“Deal. Let’s find us some whack cartoons!”

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