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connorspiracy · 3 years

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Here Comes Santa Claws || Connor & Sasha

TIMING: Just before Christmas PARTIES: @connorspiracy and @sasha-r-blog CONTENT: N/A SUMMARY: Connor has a run-in with The Claw

Connor hadn’t been out of the hospital for long before he was right back out in the fray. Bug bite. Temporarily paralytic. Typical White Crest shit. It wore off within an hour or two and they’d kept him one night for observation, but he’d been back home the next day, and back out filming the next night. All in all, it’d been a fairly uneventful night. Not too common in White Crest, but it happened sometimes. He’d been heading back to his car when he passed the two drunk college bros in santa hats, probably on the way home from a Christmas party or something.

“Heyyy,” one of them slurred. “Are you a film student? Can I be in your movie?”

Apparently, it must have been the best joke ever, because they both started laughing. Connor took a drag of his cigarette, shaking his head.

“Nah, mate. Battery’s dead anyway,” he lied.

“Oh, come on,” the other one said, winking. “Is it, y’know, a dirty movie? We won’t tell anyone.”

Connor was a pretty jovial dude, but some people were really fucking annoying. He sighed. “No, documentary, but I gotta get home anyway. Have a good night, lads.”

He kept walking, but felt a hand grab his shoulder.

“Come on. Don’t be a dick.” One of them grabbed at the camera, snatching it from his hands and starting to record themselves. “Hey, battery isn’t dead, you’re full of shit.”

Sasha’s night hadn’t gone very successfully, which sucked, but wasn’t that surprising. People were out and about, but nothing criminal or suspicious or even vaguely interesting had happened within the last few hours. Sasha has been keeping a lookout of the streets from the roof of a building, but as her eyes grew bleary she thought it would probably be best to just pack it in for the night. She had a project for class she had to work on anyways. Though if she was being honest with herself she was probably just going to make some hot chocolate and go to sleep once she was back.

Climbing down the sides of the building, she ducked into an alley to get changed. She brought a pair of jeans and a sweater, enough to cover the spandex while she tucked the rest of her costume back into her backpack. But before she could even start taking off her mask, she heard some sort of commotion. Well, maybe less of a commotion and more of a disturbance. Shouldering her bag again she listened. Three voices. Two sounded like assholes, to be blunt. Also maybe drunk. And what they were saying didn’t sound like it was going in a good direction for whoever the third person was.

Okay, so maybe tonight wouldn’t be so uneventful after all.

Sasha crept through the other end of the alley, towards the noise. And as she peaked out onto the street she could see the three of them about ten feet away. How hard could it be to take down two drunk frat bros? Maybe they’d even be scared off before they got themselves hurt by the justice of The Claw.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk, Sasha tried to be menacing, amber eyes flashing as she tried to do a half hunched, crouch thing, something that looked like a tiger about to lunge. It looked cool in her head at least.

“I don’t think that camera belongs to you. How about you hand that back before you regret it.”

“Guess it has a little juice left,” Connor answered, grabbing for the camera. The other men were larger than him. He’d always been on the smaller side, a matter that didn’t especially bother him except when it came to people not believing his I.D. was real when he was trying to get a drink. Now, though, it was annoying to be unable to reach. “Give it back, dude. It’s expensive.”

“Expensive?” One of them mocked. “Aw, the widdle baby needs his expensive camera back? Did mommy and daddy get it for you, Prince William?” The words prompted more laughter from both frat bros and Connor rolled his eyes.

“Very funny. You should be on the improv team. Now if I could just--”

Before the conversation could go any further, he caught sight of the fourth person, a young woman in a domino mask with glowing yellow eyes who stepped out from the alley. One of the men almost dropped the camera in response, causing Connor’s heart to jump into his throat.

“Please, please don’t let ‘em drop it…” he begged of the stranger, and one of them shoved the camera into Connor’s chest so hard it sent him stumbling backwards.

“Whoa, nice costume,” one of the bros said. “Girl, you know it’s not Halloween any more.”

“I’m aware.” Sasha wanted that to sound cool, threatening, unaffected. Too bad she couldn’t keep the offense from her voice. “This isn’t some costume party, so why don’t you get out of here and leave that guy alone.”

She tried her best to stare down the guy who had spoken to her, but curiosity kept making her glance back at the other guy, shorter than the two meatheads and clearly in need of help. From the sounds of it that camera was expensive, good thing she had heard the trouble before these jerks broke it or ran off with it. It was almost more annoying that they seemed to just be random drunk college students. She was expecting to find some hardened criminal with a gun or knife looking to threaten a man for his money, not some dude bro assholes just starting trouble for the sake of it.

So could anyone really blame her if she wanted to show off just a little? Just like, a little warning shot. Just so they knew she meant business and didn’t get any ideas about harassing more people tonight, or commenting on their costume.

With surprising speed Sasha rushed up to the closest dude and reached for his collar. Didn’t matter that he was a good several inches taller than her and bulky, she knew she could lift him if she got a good grip.

Honestly, Connor was just glad someone was helping him out and stopping his camera from being shattered on the frosty pavement. The guy had left it rolling, and Connor saw no need to correct that as he gazed on. He was intrigued to see what might happen. Size wasn’t necessarily an indication of strength or prowess. Rio was pretty much the scrawniest guy in the world, and he had hunter strength, but surely the guys wouldn’t try and fight her, right?

“Oh, piss off,” one of them scoffed, gathering up a snowball to throw at her, only before he could let loose, the stranger cleared the distance between them almost as if by magic, hoisting the man off his feet. The snow crumpled in his hand and fell to the ground, and his friend let out a yelp.

“Yo, what the hell, lady? We were just goofing around. Put him down!”

It wasn’t visible under her toothy face mask, but Sasha grinned from ear to ear as she watched the dude she lifted up stare down at her. Shock, confusion, a bit of fear. Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t have insulted my costume.

“What the fuck!” The dude was squirming, so probably a good idea actually let go. Soon he’d start punching or kicking to get free and Sasha wasn’t planning on a full on fight unless she needed to. Still holding the one man by his collar she turned towards the other who was sporting a similar look of confusion. Why shouldn’t he be a little more freaked out too?

So Sasha threw the one dude at the other. Okay, well, tried to. Even with super strength, it turns out full on throwing a full grown man isn’t easy. The guy got more roughly pushed backwards than anything, slipping on the slightly icy sidewalk and falling shoulder first into his friend, losing his hat in the process. Maybe not as dramatic as it could have been, but she threw in another flash on amber eyes to make up for that.

The two nearly toppled to the ground together, but managed to right themselves. Pretty impressive, considering they were drunk. After a moment of getting his bearings the dude huffed out; “This lady’s either crazy or on something, let’s go.” Despite this being a really great plan on the dude’s part, the friend that hadn’t gotten picked up stared Sasha down. His eyes were still confused, but the shock was wearing off and Sasha could see his jaw clench. But the other dude tugged his arm to get him moving.

“You’re a fucking weirdo. You’re lucky I don’t punch chicks.” The lingering guy said, before finally following his friend, shouldering past the guy with the camera.

Sasha watched them leave, heart pounding in her chest still from the adrenaline, before turning toward the camera guy. Crap, okay, she needed some cool line now. Like “Have no fear citizen!” but less dorky.

“Are you okay?” was the only thing that came out of her mouth on the spot.

"You're lucky she didn't punch you," Connor scoffed at the departing dudebro, feeling a little braver now that he'd just had his honour defended by White Crest's own Black Panther. He caught his breath, letting the waves of adrenaline calm a little. The fight or flight was gone. Connor wasn't freaked out. Not in the least. The altercation with the frat boys had been less than ideal, but the sheer exhilaration of meeting this young woman had replaced any fear or concern that might have been hanging around.

"Dude, that was... awesome!" Connor was practically vibrating out of his skin. Of all the bizarre things in White Crest he was morbidly excited about, it was rare to actually find one who wasn't out to kill or maim him. "Like, actually awesome. You... uh, you saved my arse." He gave a slight chuckle. He wasn't too proud to admit it. In fact, the idea of being saved by a super cool badass chick was kind of incredible. "What's, um, what's your name? I'm Connor."

Sasha stood up a bit taller at the praise. That had actually gone well! It hadn’t really hit her until the guy with the camera spoke. Sure, it was just two drunk dudes vs. superpowers but still, she had managed to scare them off and save someone. Without thinking she let out a surprised little chuckle and hoped it was muffled under her mask.

“I’m The Claw,” She said, her grin seeping into her voice. “Protector of White Crest. No need to thank me, it is my job to make sure the citizens of town are safe from criminals and people who want to harm others.”

Connor...why did that name sound familiar? As Sasha finished her introduction she remembered the guy she had spoken to online, the one who was into ghosts. Behind her mask her grin faltered. She guessed the town wasn’t big enough to completely avoid it, but she hadn’t expected to save someone she kinda knew.

“Were those people that you know? Do you feel safe heading to wherever you are heading?” She asked, trying to get back into the mindset of The Claw.

“The Claw,” he repeated, unable to break his gaze on her. A glimmer of recognition stirred in his chest, but not for the woman. It was recognition of a different nature. A spirit. Connor kept his eyes on her, trying to see her expression through the mask, as if that would give him any clue whether she was possessed or not. “That’s, um, very noble of you.” She definitely wasn’t acting anything like the spirit inside Nadia, or almost any other possession cases he’d come across, but not all possessions had to be malicious. Their effects harmed the host regardless.

“No, I never saw them before. I think they were heading back from a holiday party or something. I’m just…” He held up his camera. Not that she hadn’t seen it when she’d zoomed in like a Knight In Batman Armour to save his arse. “I was doing some filming, but, um… actually, do you wanna walk back to the car with me? I think it’d be best if we stick together.” He wasn’t scared, not really, but he wanted to keep her close for as long as possible, see if he could garner any more clues. “How long have you been, uh, protecting White Crest?”

Sasha paused for a beat longer than intended before responding.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want those people to come back and try to hurt you again. Even if they were just being troublemakers in the moment, it is my duty to make sure you get back safe.”

She had intended to walk him back if he wanted her too and still did. But there was something uncanny about talking to Connor now the adrenaline was gone and she had recognized him. But she let him lead the way, eyes and ears peeled for if danger did show up.

She hadn’t expected the question either. Sure, superheroes get asked “who are you?” from the people they rescue all the time, but Sasha didn’t know what to do with Connor asking for details. She thought about lying for a second, saying something like “The Claw has always guarded this town,” but considering White Crest’s apparent track record with death and danger that lie would probably make her look bad.

“I only started protecting this town recently. I came when I thought it needed me most. And while those men were just drunken jerks, I’m glad I was able to help stop trouble tonight, however small.”

Was she laying it on too thick? She hadn’t exactly prepared a script for this sort of thing. She tried to keep looking straight ahead, as if somehow her nervousness would show through two layers of masks if she looked Connor in the eye.

Connor smiled to himself as he walked. She sounded like she was right out of the pages of one of the cornier Superman comics, but there was also something endearing about it. “If any town needs a bloody superhero, it’s this one,” he snickered. He could feel something spiritual about her, but it didn’t feel malicious. He felt drawn to her, a need to investigate beyond just the mere fact he’d seen her use super-strength.

“So do you have any other powers? Laser vision, telekinesis?” She almost definitely wasn’t going to answer, but hey, it was worth a shot. Connor rarely saw the need to keep his questions to himself. “Oh! Do you have, like, a Batsignal? A way people can call on you when they need you? Maybe a burner phone, although that would be less exciting.”

He was sure he’d caught some of her antics on camera, even though the footage probably wasn’t great thanks to being passed from one person to the other rather than held steadily. He couldn’t wait to look through it when he got back.

Sasha grinned. Superpowers, now that was something she could talk about easily.

“No laser vision, but I’m fully capable of defeating evil.” She brought up her hand, but paused for a moment. No, it was fine, she was still in costume and on duty after all, even if she was now just walking with Connor back to his car. And he didn’t seem to have any inkling of who she was.

In an instant sharp, pale colored claws sprouted from Sasha’s fingers. And sure, maybe being seen as cool by someone was going to her head a bit. But who could blame her? She let the quick flicker of amber that helped her see in the dark glow steady from her eyes, causing light to shine from behind her domino mask. The Claw probably looked awesome. Or at least Sasha hoped. When she had done it in the mirror it looked cool to her.

“No signal, just my eyes and ears to keep a lookout.” But maybe that wasn’t too bad of an idea. At least the burner phone idea seemed pretty reasonable, but it might ruin the mystique a bit. “I’ll have to look into ways to let people get in contact with me.”

“Well, love, you’ll probably find a lot of evil here,” Connor said simply, giving a laid back little chuckle. He’d heard horrific tales about some of the horrors White Crest held, and he’d seen many of them too. “Just be careful, yeah? Not all of ‘em can be defeated by super strength.” As impressive as it might have been.

He turned his gaze towards her, watching her hand as she brought forth a set of sharp claws. “Whoa!” Christ, he wished he still had his camera rolling. He should’ve worn that GoPro attachment Jasmine had got him, but foolishly, he’d put it in his backpack, thinking his filming was done for the night. Her eyes glowed like jewels in the darkness. “That’s amazing,” he said, in awe. He made a mental note to look through some of Rio’s books later to see if he could find anything about animal-like spirits giving people powers.

“Uh, this is me,” he said as they approached his black Jeep Renegade. “Thanks for the save. Hope you can use those powers of yours to find me again.”

“Thank you for the concern, I will keep that in mind.” Sasha retracted her claws and let the glow fade from her eye. Part of her wanted to argue, say confidently that nothing could really go up against her strength, agility, and claws. But she wasn’t that cocky, and there was something about the way everyone kept talking about White Crest that was starting to put her on edge. Yeah, the town felt weird, and the death rates didn’t lie, but it felt like everyone talked like they were dancing around something, as if telling a joke she wasn’t privy to, that she could never hope to get. She didn’t know how to feel about the chuckle as Connor spoke. What wasn’t she getting?

Maybe that is just what it was like, being in a new town. She’d have to make an effort to look around more, maybe even talk to people, despite how hard that felt without her mask on. It was so much easier to jump from building to building under the cover of night or talk to Connor when she was hidden behind cool powers and a costume. It made her feel powerful, cool, “amazing” as Connor just said. People didn’t say that about Sasha, but they did about The Claw.

“Hopefully you won’t need any more protection, but if you ever run into trouble know that The Claw will be here to help.” She nodded once, more to herself than Connor. She would keep an eye out for him while doing future patrols, but maybe he was right, a way for people to contact her would be helpful.

“Keep safe.” She said, and with that she darted toward a nearby alley, out of view. But she would climb up another fire escape and spend another hour with her eyes peeled, even as Connor’s Jeep disappeared into the distance. She had helped someone after all, and the pride did a good job pushing away her weariness.

#paras #with: sasha

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greenflamedwriter · 3 years

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Voltron | Venom au

2020 hit me like a truck- I know people have went through things but good god do I want to write other stuff other than voltron- I kept the notes so I might do them in the future but yeah I have yet to finish a story and I hate myself for it -_- oh well.

Venom AU;

Symbiotes as aliens from Voltron [I.e Allura/Lotor Keith] Humans are hosts. So Keith and Shiro = Black Lion. Keith and Lance = Red Lion. Lance and Allura=Blue Lion Allura and Shiro = White lion.

It all started at the Galaxy Garrison. Lance’s research showed that this company was a cancer research facility and were funded by Zarkon with Honerva Hagger as his lead scientist they made many breakthroughs, as they learned they could take any cure for human viruses from the Amazon rainforest- which currently was on fire right now- what if they could find any new assets from space?

Their ship crash landed and was an overall failure and yet the Garrison continued to create another ship to send to space- if it was such a failure then why were they still spending money on a spaceship than staying here on earth trying to put that money to y’know the actual research.

Which was why Lance was here, he got a tip from a online friend of his- well he used the term friend loosely their name was gunderson and they always kept their identity hidden- but their intel was right!

Lance took another step forward his camera from his phone slowly taking in the labrotory- people were in cells and it was digusting conditions, one man was in a sauna where the heat was 40 degrees and yet he seemed fine sitting in that heat.

Lance saw another one in an ice box, others shaking and crying- these people were being tortured!

Until one of them jumped up “Help! You have to help me!”

Lance flinched almost dropping his phone- until he recognised the man

“Shiro!?”

Takashi Shirogane was a freakin war hero! He came back, missing his arm and apparently he must of pissed somebody of from the Garrison since he was living on the streets.

Lance made a column about him about how the country disrespects their heroes.

He put away his phone and moved forward urgently “I don’t- I don’t know how to-” Whatever was happening in their it was killing Shiro, Lance panicked grabbing a fire extinguisher and smashed the glass cell, the alarms blared and Shiro cried out lunging forward, Lance yelped as the larger men fell on top of him, glass cutting into his pals and then suddenly-

Shiro- he had no idea what- upchucked but there was no sick just something black and it was gone- Lance felt more heavy than he did a minute ago, he lost track of Shiro he was gone and Lance sat up and suddenly he heard footsteps.

Shit.

Lance scrambled to his feet and began to run.

Shiro was sprinting in another direction with no idea where he was going he crashed into another cell and knocked over a canister he cried out when a red mess burst from the exposed container and latched onto him- Shiro shuddered, before...with the other one he felt cold, but now he felt as if he had a fever.

He heard footsteps and panicked voices and ran, he couldn’t think just yet.

Both Lance and Shiro ran in opposite directions both dodging the armed security with no problem, Lance fell over and was suddenly lurched up as if he was lifted “The fuck-” He looked around panicked while his legs kept running, and with no thought began to climb a tree just as the cars rolled around he clung desperately to the branches.

While Shiro was able to slam into a tree feeling stunned at the sudden strength and renewed anger, they stole him from the street- promised to help him for his service and they treat him like a lab rat- as soon as a guard came in sight Shiro’s arm lunged at its own accord and slammed the guard into the ground his eyes moving with an animalistic snarl to his lips.

Shiro took care of the guards on the ground until he was able to escape the forest and into the main road, he just kept running and didn’t look back.

Lance meanwhile waited until the guards were gone before climbing down, feeling his limbs shake- what the fuck just happened?

Lance was able to get home and shakily called Gunderson “Hey, I got your tip- it was...fucking hell it was right-” He was blindly reaching for food at his apartment almost tripping over the mess on his floor, he fished out a cup filled it with tap water and drank the whole thing.

Ugh- tap was disgusting.

“Gunderson, I’m sending the footage now oh my god they’re- The Garrison is experimenting on people, they took people of the street put them in these cells and and-” And that blue thing that...that came out of Shiro-

Lance stopped feeling his body shake he was so cold, he turned on the heater and grabbed an apple from the fridge just to deal with this rare hunger in his stomach-

As soon as his teeth sunk into the apple- he immedly gagged, he spat it out feeling disgusted, was it off or something?

Grabbing his left over chinese he waited for it to heat up in the microwave- what was with these cravings? Was it stress?

Lance moved towards the mirror and wondered if he should go to a hospital-

“Lance!” A demonic face flashed in the mirror, Lance yelped falling backwards and knocking himself out.

And that was how he met Allura, A blue Symbiote that was able to take over his body and it wasn’t so bad except for when Lance caught themselves in the mirror and paused.

“Is that...us?”

Allura hesitated at Lance referring to them as a whole and felt warmth. “Yes, that is our form.”

“Why do I look like a girl?” And in case anyone was wondering if there were no difference between female symbiotes or male, it was more structured on a person's matter, if Allura had symbioses with other lifeforms their look would look feminine sometimes or Masculene the next.

Allura also learned a lot from Lance, saving a neighbor from some lowlife on the streets and Lance spoke about Anita and how sweet she was, Lance even panicked when Allura bit off someones head.

“Allura what the hell?”

“What?”

“We don’t do that-”

“Why not?”

“WE JUST DON’T!”

So Far Lance and Allura were getting along fine, Allura even admitted she felt hesitant on destroying this planet then decided to keep Lance as a pet, she realised that Chocolate was a good enough substitute and her human would remain safe.

Which is more than we can say for Shiro.

Shiro’s symbiote was an angry little red thing, it took a while for Keith (as it called itself) to calm down- and the military were hot on their heels. It took...longer for Keith and Shiro to get along, and Adam wasn’t helping.

Adam was a doctor that dragged Shiro into the hospital “Adam- Look it’s okay, I’m fine.” And he was, he felt better than ever-

“You- you’re killing him.” Adam spoke looking Shiro in the eye.

Shiro faltered, and even felt Keith begin to squirm beneath is ribcage.

“Your lungs have collapsed-”

“What?”

I can fix it! Keith yelped in his head and Shiro shut his eyes against all the yelling and the information he was giving.

“You’re killing him Keith!”

Keith controlled their body and ran away and Adam ran after then yelled when he lost them in the crowd.

Shiro began to run aimlessly through the streets freaking out.

“Am I dying- you- why would you!?” Shiro cried out, skidding to a step inside a park feeling his heartbeat rapidly.

Keith oozed out his shoulder, his face still freakish.

That was before- I told you! We came to take over and destroy the planet and I didn’t care if you died- I just needed you to get to the ship!

Shiro clenched his hands “Then- then just go then Go find somebody else because I’m done!”

He could feel Keith flinch then sigh, Shiro- I could’ve went back to the ship ages ago. I stayed to fix this.

Shiro blinked “Huh?”

He gasped feeling Keith curl up around his heart.

I don’t want to destroy this planet anymore, I want to stay here with you.

Shiro blinked “I...you better not be lying.”

OF course not- look out!

Without warning a man slammed into Shiro and the two tumbled “Whoa are you-” The Man grabbed him hiding him behind a wall slamming Shiro against the brick.

“Shit- I uh- Play along!” The man hissed, Shiro and Keith were confused. “Huh-HmmpH!” The man kissed him, crowding Shiro in, the man humped pressing back into the wall then noticed soldiers run past, catching on, he shielded himself and the other from the security.

“Ew- Get a room.” One sneered then kept running. Once they were gone the man leaned back with a sigh “I am so sorry- I panicked- they’ve been after me for days.”

Shiro blinked, that was...wow.

He could feel Keith bristle under his skin. He has a symbiote.

“What?” Shiro asked and the man glanced up, with the most gorgeous blue eyes he’s ever seen.

“I um- I may have pissed of the military-” He stopped taking a step back his eyes squinting “Wait-Shiro?”

“Do I know you?”

The man blinked “Uh I’m Lance- I rescued you from the facility.”

Shiro eyes widened “That was you!” Lance nodded “Yeah!” He then paused and glanced to the side, as if hearing something. “We gotta go, Come on.”

Lance grabbed his hand and the two ducked into an alleyway escaping the goons.

“Oh so, you were Alluras host first.”

“What?”

Lance chuckled “Is there anything else you can say other than What?”

Shiro scowled “No- I mean, who’s Allura?” Lance shrugged “My Symbiote, you passed her to me then ran off.” Shiro blanched “I’m sorry-” “No worries, I felt really out of it when Allura started messing around- speaking off, have you grown back my pancreas yet?” A small blue blog of a face peeled out of Lance’s shoulder.

“I said I was sorry.” Lance shook his head, “Lies.” He rummaged around in his pocket and brought out a...chocolate bar?

Lance cooed when Allura nibbled on a piece, after seeing Shiro’s stare hummed “Symbiotes LOVE chocolate, apparently it has the same ingredients or something as human brains and is a better substitute than people,” Lance held some out “Want some?”

Keith immedltly reached out to chop a piece (And almost Lance’s fingers) in a rush.

“Wow- your symbiote is gorgeous.” Keith's sudden irritation suddenly dimmed, Shiro felt a smug smirk at his lips.

Shut up. Keith grouched.

Lance leaned closer “I love these red stripes, oh- you’re Keith, Allura told me a lot about you?”

“Really?” Keith asked hopefully and Lance's mouth pursed into an adorable teasing smirk.

“Yeah about how much of a hot head you are.”

The red symbiote's mouth widened and Lance dodged just in time.

Shiro found himself relaxing, he wasn’t alone.

“Keith,” Allura started making the other raise it’s attention her way.

“I don’t want Zarkon to win, I found myself falling in love with this planet.” Lance looked worried his eyes flickering from Allura to Keith biting his lip.

“I feel the same.”

Why was Lance so worried.

“Oh thank god- I thought we were going to have to duke it out.” lance breathed a huge sigh of relief, placing a hand on his hips.

“So what now?”

Both Allura Keith and Lance glanced at one another, Shiro realised how they were going to pull this off once glancing at the huge shuttle across the lake.

“We’re going back to the Garrison and stopping that spacecraft.” Lance beamed glancing at Allura and Keith “With us two in symbiosis they wont know what hit em.”

#Voltron #Venom Au #Fanfic

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