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ethereance · 1 day

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Screw it. *Genderfluids your Lance* Post s8. Fix it.

Lance thought his Altean markings were cosmetic. Nothing more. Nothing less. A gift from Allura, leaving a piece of her with him, to look back and remember with fondness her company. As if he could ever forget a girl as incredible as her.

It’s not until much later he realises it’s something more. That maybe Allura gave a portion more than he expected. He stares, face to face with his mirror. Something off. Something strange. Something that grabs his attention before he really knows what he’s looking at.

His ears slowly shift back to human. But they were there long enough. He saw the Altean ears.

“Incredible,” Coran says when Lance broaches this to him, and after multiple attempts at trying at failing at repeating what happened in the mirror. At last he succeeds. “You’re shifting just like an Altean.”

“I’m not turning Altean, am I?” he panics. He’s pretty attached to being a human and all.

“Haha! Don’t be ridiculous number three, you can’t just ‘turn Altean.’ Good one! Turn Altean, he says. That’s one to remember for an open mike.” Then Coran takes one look at his genuine distress and sobers. “Rest assured, my boy, you’re one hundred percent earthling, ears and all. Allura wouldn’t change you so completely when she loved you the way you are. It just seems she passed our chameleon-like abilities over to you. I can’t say I’ve ever heard anything like this ever documented before, but Allura…”

“Has a way of accomplishing the possible,” Lance offers when Coran’s eyes grow distant, bittersweet.

“Yes,” agrees Coran. Something proud, something sombre, “That she did.”

***

Lance practices often, following Coran’s guidance. Even Romelle drops by at Coran’s request, eager to show someone the ropes.

“In the colony, we had little need to shift as our ancestors had. Our only home had been there, tucked away in a corner of the universe. We understood little of the outside world except what Lotor brought us. Even so, it was an ability we never lost. When you have mastered it, it’s like walking. It becomes natural. To some more than others,” she says, a surprisingly patient teacher. He wonders where this side of her was when she was trying to get him to teach her to pilot. “You may be the ‘others’! But that okay. My… my brother Bandor was the same.”

For such a bright supernova of a person, it is easy to forget that, like Coran, Romelle has been touched by grief. And grief again.

“You strike me as an adaptable person, pointy chin. Like rivers and oceans, it has made you you. I have full confidence in your abilities. And if Allura were here.” She smiles, and it is pain, but beauty. A flower unfurling in the wake of a storm. “I know she would say the same.”

***

He finds himself slipping into other forms like a glove. It becomes easier, a swifter motion just as Romelle had said.

It’s freeing, in a way. To walk as something so slightly adjacent to him. A Lance of another life. Altean, balmeran, olkari, puigian, anything he can think of.

He loves being Plaxum’s species the most. A mer. Beneath the waves, it feels like coming home. He’s a missile underwater, swimming loops around coral.

Dreams really do come true.

***

There’s something about transforming that pulls him that much closer to Allura. Her quintessence sings to him, and his skin dances. He feels alive as he hasn’t in a long time.

Happier maybe. Or that much closer to it.

He wishes he could take a photo of Keith the second he catches sight of Lance, a good extra foot on him, and purple as a plum.

“So this is a… thing,” says Keith eventually. And what an observation that is. Lance explains.

“Don’t let Hunk catch you like this,” is Keith’s response, a hint of tired amusement, “He’ll call you Galra Lance and never stop.”

***

It starts with him shifting into an unilu. He needs the extra hands. Lance doesn’t realise the gender he’d chosen until Coran points it out offhandedly. Now, Lance knows that not every species is going to be quite so clear cut as biologically male or female. Some have more some have less. Some won’t even know what the word gender means. He has experienced a taste of the universe. He knows how vast and diverse it is. When shapeshifting into a species like that, it makes sense his gender isn’t something he’d retain.

Female. He’d made himself into a female unilu. It was a matter of size and facial shape. Nothing too strange, no stranger than his body shifting into a skin it wasn’t born into, but noticeable enough.

And isn’t that something.

***

It’s out of curiosity he tries the same as a human. Curiosity and nothing more. Just because he can. Really. Honest.

Lance half expects his girl!sona would just be a carbon copy of Rachel with the added blue scales residing beneath his eyes. But that isn’t who he sees in the mirror.

He sees. Well, he sees himself.

Herself.

She looks, feels, kind of pretty. Which makes sense. She’s Lance. Of course she looks great. Goes without saying.

Lance’s lip twitches.

***

So. So maybe he throws on the form again. And again. And again. Maybe a little more than he does with any alien species. But can you blame him? He’s just found out he has a free trial at being a girl so quiznack if he isn’t going to try it out.

Her hair is long. Her hair is short. She pulls off both looks well, she thinks. Being a girl is kind of awesome, actually.

It’s not always the case. Sometimes it just isn’t right. But others? Sometimes he finds himself slipping into her without realising it. It’s just what feels right to her in the moment.

There’s something nice about strangers using ‘she’ and ‘her’ and they don’t know. They don’t know. Something in her bubbles, giddy, they don’t know.

But Lance’s family do. Pidge does.

They look at Lance—now once again a boy—and hum, thoughtful, considering.

“Are you are girl?” they ask. Pidge does not beat around the bush. It throws Lance through enough loops to put him in a spiral.

“No”, says Lance. But for some reason that doesn’t sound quite right. “I mean. I’m not always. But—”

“You are sometimes?”

“I guess. But it’s just shapeshifting. I’m not actually—” Lance trails off, lost. “Am I?”

“Do you want to be?” Pidge asks, and huh. Does he want to be? Is it really that simple? He’s always seen himself as a guy, and had no problems with that. But.

Well.

“… Maybe. Maybe sometimes.”

Pidge grins, wild and victorious. “Welcome to the club.”

(Something in his chest feels lighter. There’s a cavern, because it has made its mark and stayed. That has not changed. But this is this.

How wonderful it is to find the answers to secrets within oneself. He could have lived his whole life without knowing, a part locked away without him ever knowing there was a lock. But now, how could he?

It’s like he’s no longer holding in a breath.)

***

Pidge later tells him it’s criminally unfair he can change his body on a whim. They are fine with she, they are, but they are them. Sometimes she is just too much she to match their they.

Lance wonders how much Allura managed to see him. He remembers how close they became, how she became someone he’d call a best friend, then a lover. How she perceived him better than most throughout it all. Looked to him and saw greatness where he, despite wanting to be so much more, only saw failure. He wishes he knew what she saw when she looked at him. The person he was. Is. Lance.

If she knew what these markings have done for him. Did she know?

She can’t have done. Lance didn’t even know.

(But if she had—

It’s not like Lance can ask.)

***

Allura comes back.

She descends like a shooting star, the blinding light of an angel’s fall. She falls home and it is at home she stays. Days are bliss. A dream Lance dare not wake from.

“You’re not dreaming,” she tells him, soft, and kind, but aching, “I’m here. I won’t leave again. My duty to revive the universe is fulfilled. I’m here to live. And I chose to live with you.”

He kisses the words from her lips, blissfully sweet. She more than happily complies.

“I never meant to hurt you this much.”

“You’re here now,” Lance says, and it sounds so beautiful spoken out loud like this. How long he’s dreamed for such a moment. “That’s all that matters. We can move forwards together.”

This is their start.

***

It takes a while. But she tells Allura.

Allura kisses her senselessly. Lance loves it.

“Though I can’t take credit for this being my intention, I’m glad you learned more of yourself.” Allura’s fondness is an ocean she could drown in. “I love the person you are.”

“Yeah?”

Allura’s hand trails Lance’s ear. “Yes. Very much so. It’s an added bonus that I managed fix your ears. You have tried an Altean form, right?”

Lance jolts. “Allura!” she protests, a little put out. “What’s wrong with my ears?”

“Nothing,“ she says, warm and amused. “Nothing at all. I find that they have grown on me greatly. They’re cute. Just like the rest of my girlfriend.”

Oh. Girlfriend.

Her heart is full.

#Ether fic #allurance #legitallurance #Genderfluid Lance #nonbinary Pidge #post s8 #vld Lance #Princess Allura #I usually try and write as canon as possible. But. Lance should mess around with gender. As a treat.#Canon gave no explanation for those marks. So it’s fun to explore the possibilities.#having him be able to talk to the mice is a fun one. it’s like they’re on the same wavelength. and the mice gets someone to talk to whilst #Allura’s gone #fix it #Currently working on a much larger fix it. but this became one so #because I couldn’t just leave Allura dead. y’know?#it’s Allura. enough said #I didn’t put all the paladins in here. or Lance’s family really apart from small mentions. but they all love and accept her <3 #yeah. I know technically it’s not quite shapeshifting. the changes are more subtle. growing. shrinking. being a chameleon. but what if #if anyone is reading an allurance fic in 2024. hi

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pidge-it-up · 1 year

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change of heart

Everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Not even Izuku.

They all noticed how he no longer sent death glares at random or called his friends "extra" because he knew very well how each one of their lives mattered.

How he didn't scream at people on the street, how he would listen to his teachers and how he would yell less at his mother.

Everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Not even Izuku, afraid of what his reaction would be.

Yes, Dynamight was still ruthless and unforgiving. But Katsuki wasn't.

It was noticeable in his eyes and, mostly, in his hands. No longer curled into fists, ready to explode at every minor inconvenience.

In the way he would allow strangers to approach him, in the "You want a picture? Yeah, sure" he said to a smiling kid who ran to him in the middle of patrol.

In the way he carefully wrapped his hands around their tiny waist, putting them on his shoulder and smiling his signature grin, "Say God Explosion Murder God Dynamight!" And the kid did. A beautiful picture that took over the internet for almost a month.

Everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Not even Izuku, who was the one who had more evidence the most.

He would feel it in the Katsuki would touch him like a feather, softly and mindlessly caressing his hand scar as they watch TV or walk to class. See it in the way he would kiss his temple good morning in the kitchen, regardless of who was around. In the way he would whisper worships on his lips in the privacy of their room.

Yes, everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Not even Izuku, afraid he would get self-conscious and stop.

But of course, it was bound to happen one day. It was only a matter of time.

And the time came when he was doing an interview, close to his graduation. The first one after the war two years ago.

Izuku was in the audience, as usual, staring at him like he was the reason the universe existed.

(To Izuku, he was)

And it was in the 4B sit that he left the mark of his hand on the armrest by squeezing it hard as his breath stuck in his throat and his eyes burned. Because someone had just said something.

"Dynamight, I can't help but notice, and I'm sure I'm not the only one, that you have changed your posture significantly. You are… well, you are so gentle and kind nowadays."

*Shit*, Izuku thought. Because he knew Katsuki. He knew what was to come. He held onto the armrest for dear life, anticipation tickling his bones.

But then, something amazing happened. Not the "KIND? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING THAT??" tantrum he was sort of expecting.

No. None of that.

Katsuki smiled, looking at Izuku for a second before turning his gaze to the interviewer.

He smiled and said "Thanks. It was a lot of hard work."

Izuku's heart burst and he squeezed the armrest tighter, imprinting his hands there on the metal forever, trying (and failing) to keep himself from crying.

Izuku has never been more proud of Katsuki in his life.

#bkdk #bkdk fanfic #mha #bnha #bakugou katsuki #bakugou headcanons #soft bakugou #Being gentle and kind is a LOT of work.#to those who try to be kind even when it's hard I'm very proud of you #post-war arc #fic by pidge

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klanceficatalogue · 2 years

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Are there any fics that are a lovebug au but the effects are either cancelled out or reversed because the other is already in love? I haven't seen many of those and I think they're really cool

complete the lyrics: now im ________ over the edge im just _________ i never thought that i’d catch this ______ again and +10 points if you can name the series and artist lololol (on a more serious note tho, sorry if these fics weren’t exactly what you were looking for, anon! they lean more towards cancelled effects from preexisting feelings) - emily

Affections and Deceptions by Deatmat (2/2 | 21,353 | General)

"We need to talk about the bite."

He mumbles, "What about it?"

"Well, for starters, what do we do? What do we tell the others?" He gestures with his free hand at the bite. "I mean, we can't just magically make it go away."

There's a pause before he says abruptly, "What if we pretend it's real?"

- - - - -

[Lance and Keith are dating behind the rest of their teams backs but a run in with an alien bug that's venom causes victims to mimic infatuation brings both opportunities and issues to light.]

Symptoms of You by gtgrandom (4/4 | 17,409 | Teen and Up)

Keith gets bit by a love bug in Lance's presence, but he doesn’t react the way the team expected. In fact, he has no reaction at all.

Lance is very confused, and maybe...just the slightest bit...disappointed?

Love bug, with a twist.

no effect by jilliancares (1/1 | 5,655 | General)

Keith is bitten by a love bug, except he and Lance are already dating (secretly). Now he has to pretend to be in love with Lance and keep his teammates from finding out that they're already dating in the first place.

#klance #voltron #klance fic #teen and up #general #pidge #shiro #allura #hunk #coran #love bug au #secret relationship #fluff #alright time to disappear for a few months again emily out #just kidding i love u all and will likely be posting soon again

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adobedragon · 1 year

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“You’re saying the chabbit spoke to you?” Pidge cocked her head at Lance, sardonic mirth in her honey brown eyes.

“Well, not spoke-spoke.” Lance sat up and set his beer on the coffee table. “More like, gave me vibes, like the Blue Lion.”

“Like the Blue Lion?” Keith, who was sitting on the right end of the couch, arm around Pidge, arched a dark eyebrow. Lance sat on the opposite side, with Pidge tucked between them.

Keith’s face was impassive, though humor twinkled in lavender-gray eyes. “Are there more magical chabbits? Will they form a tiny Voltron?”

At this Pidge snorted and dissolved into laughter. Lance had just returned to the trio’s apartment on Mars after a week of piloting a Blade of Marmora transport and they were sharing a dinner consisting of the two basic food groups: pizza and beer.

“You’re drunk.” Lance shook a finger at Pidge and reached for her beer which she managed to keep out of his hands.

“I’m not the one talking about telepathic rat lizards from the planet Daizabaal,” she said and giggled. Yeah. Pidge was tipsy. Only drunk Pidge giggled.

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discordiansamba · 3 months

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Oh, I love the logistics of Names Of Relation Types, I had a whole Thing for this information in high school. Assuming that Keith's dad was an only child, ruling out any first cousins, the next most obvious, and closest, way James could be related would be if he was Keith's dad's cousin's kid, which would indeed be a second cousin! (also the maths for Keith if his dad was mixed would be 1/4 white, 1/4 japanese, 1/2 galra, because it's always multiples of two!)

Ohhh, yes I see. As you have noticed, math is not my strong suit, and I wouldn't be shocked if stuff like the logistics of more distant relations is tangled up in that same web. I know my strengths and weakness!

(alas, it is also why there are some interesting fic ideas that I could never truly write)

#asks #sadly. we will never get the cool fic that exists only in my head #of pidge and her observations of keith post-ignis. because I do not have the technical know how and it would. very much show lmao

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bosspigeon · 1 year

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did you get what you were asking for?

haven't been able to write much lately, but i've been playing D&D pretty regularly, and i like thinking about my boy <3 Raike's first "patron" in the Feywilds, though not the one who gave him his magic. a snippet of memories he lost in Barovia coming back to haunt him now that he's returned to where it all started...

He finds it almost funny that he doesn't remember the name of the man who taught him the importance of names in this realm. He doesn't remember his face either, but after Barovia, there are far more important things he's forgotten.

Some of it he's gotten back, but not all, not enough. He's far more concerned with remembering his mother's face than that of some shitty ex–

Ex? Ex-something. Something… something important, truly, but something he's not sure he wants to have back.

The more he recalls, the more he wishes he could pick and choose what he keeps, and what he forgets.

But that's not how it works. That's not how anything has ever worked, no matter much he pretends to believe it does.

Raike used to think of himself as something of a romantic, but much like the boy he was before the Wilds, that part of him died long ago.

He hoped that after he escaped Barovia (though he's still not sure how it happened, and regrets that, once again, he's left his family behind without so much as a goodbye) his memories would return, but that doesn't seem to be the case.

He gets fragments, sometimes. Snippets and shreds, shards of his life before that bleak, murky hellhole. They come to him in wispy half-memories, flashes of sensation, the dry heat of the sun on red sand, the hazy violet of the sky after sunset, the constant thrum of nighttime insects that echoes in the chest.

The memories that come to him in dreams tend to be the clearest, and the worst.

"Slit his throat, pet."

The voice is soft, silky-smooth. Dangerous.

The man at his feet looks up at him, eyes wide and fearful in his ashen face. He's a young man, human–perhaps Raike's age, or maybe a little older.

(How old is he again? How long has he been here?)

Raike wonders what crime the human has committed. It's impossible to guess. He's learned the hard way how easily the Fair Folk are offended. His master is no different.

(Master? Yes, that sounds right. Raike might have called him lover once, when he was newer. Stupider.)

Whatever the crime, it's unlikely it calls for execution. It's even less likely his master is incapable of doing himself, and doing it much less… messily.

Raike hesitates too long.

"I made a request of you, my pet."

A request. He almost laughs.

Instead, he looks down at the human at his feet. He's never seen him before. Poor thing must have stumbled upon the Courts recently. There are still twigs in his hair.

"Raike," his master coos. Sickly sweet. Oily. Like poison dripping from a blade.

That name doesn't belong to him anymore. It's a noose around his neck now, and he feels it pull taut, not-quite choking him–not yet.

He already has so many things to apologize for, if he ever sees his father again.

His master places the knife in his trembling hand, curls his fingers around it, and squeezes. It's a gentle touch, meant to ground him, but the hands around his are corpse-cold.

Raike looks at the human again, sees the panic in his eyes, feels it in the tightness of his own throat, his heart stuttering in his chest.

He's slaughtered animals before. It was a necessity of the humble life he lived before the forest, before the fight, before the Wilds. This can't be much different, can it?

(Raike's always been a good liar, especially to himself, but not this time. Not about this.)

"Please," the human sobs.

"Please," Raike echoes, but his voice is strangled to nothing by the snare his name has become.

His body is moving on its own. He can't fight it. He's tried.

"Don't be so dramatic, pet," his master scoffs. "Just do it."

Raike obeys, as if he has any other choice. He grabs the poor bastard's hair. He tries to keep his grip gentle, but his body refuses–it's not his body anymore, not now–as it jerks his head back to expose his throat. The man gasps, sniveling pleas and prayers to a god Raike's never heard of.

Forgive me, Raike thinks desperately as he brings the knife to the human's throat and across it with one quick, practiced slash.

As it turns out, cutting a human's throat is not the same as cutting that of a goat or a rabbit. The cut is not as clean as he hoped it would be.

Though the rites are screaming through his head with the clarity of years of rote memorization and practice, Raike is not praying to the God of his bitter adolescence.

The face he pictures is lined and austere, gentle black eyes and greying hair.

Forgive me, he pleads a man he hasn't seen in so long, will probably never see alive again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

"Good pet," his master purrs, running cold white fingers through Raike's hair. There are tears on his cheeks. The human's pleas are drowned in pathetic gurgles, choked for breath. His blood is burning hot and slick on Raike's hands, soaking into his shirt and plastering the fine fabric to his skin.

He feels sick. He feels empty.

His master leaves him to his theatrics, scoffing something about bards. Raike stands there, still as stone, as a man dies miserably at his feet, by his hand.

He murmurs the rites like his father taught him. He closes the man's eyes, tries to wipe the blood from his chin with an unsullied piece of his shirt.

There will be no funeral at the water's edge for this man. There will be no honor, no remembrance, no closure for his kin. This stranger dies another nameless mortal in the wilds, a plaything to be toyed with until it breaks, to be tossed away and forgotten in favor of the next curiosity.

Raike stands there, staring numbly at the body until it is carried off by his master's courtiers.

He watches the procession, and he sees his own funeral.

#d&d #d&d character #warlock #pidge writes #unprompted #oc: raike reedfellow #i've rambled about him a lot but tl;dr raike is the errant half-orc son of a priest from a tiny fishing village in the middle of nowhere #who ran away as a teenager and got lost in the feywilds #and met his father again after ??? years when they both wound up in barovia #now he's in the feywilds again #hither to be specific #we're playing the wild beyond the witchlight :)#its not v good im rusty af lmao #hey did you know you can link in post titles?#bc i didnt yeehaw #i am forever a basic ass 'lowercase song lyrics as fic titles' bitch #ONLY ONE PERSON HERE IS NOT ALLOWED TO READ THIS YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

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just-a-dinosaur-i-guess · 23 days

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The Flame and The Flood

In a time where water, trash, and empty land is all that remains of humanity, Dazai Osamu thinks he's the last person alive. Sometimes he wants to change that -- do something he won't regret. Something, that for once in his god-awful life, would make a change for the better. But a memory lingers at the edge of his mind, of a fiery teen who pulled him out of the water one day, shouting that he shouldn't just die like that. It's been a long time since he saw him, since the storm that tore them apart, and he's had to live through aching loneliness he hadn't truly known before. Chuuya Nakahara is dead, he thinks. He assumes. He dreads. So why can't he die too? - on dazai, chuuya, and the sea

three chapters (1/3 out atm), skk centric, raft au, written for the @skkbigbang-2023!

aka: dazai finds reasons to live, loses one, and keeps going.

and tysm to my artist for this incredible piece for the ending scene of chapter one!!

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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“Oh, hey, that’s cool.”

Lance whips over to face her immediately. “What’s cool?”

Pidge bites back a smirk.

Hook…

“The translators must have just updated, because they’re buggy. If you say gullible out loud, a beeping noise sounds in your ears.”

Lance looks intrigued, leaning towards her with wide eyes. “Really? Is it a bad noise?”

Shiro gives her a Look. Pidge ignores him easily.

Line…

“No, it’s kind of nice, actually. Scratches the brain itch.”

Is this a mean prank? Maybe a little.

Is it a funny prank, though? Yes, obviously. Hunk has to bite his fist to keep his giggles to himself. Allura is just as gullible as Lance, though, so she looks intrigued too. Maybe this one will be a double whammy.

“So all I have to do is say the word out loud? That’s a weird bug.”

Sinker.

“Mhm. I’ll check it out later.”

Lance doesn’t waste another second.

“Gullible!”

He says the word with his whole chest, excited and expectant.

Even Shiro has started to laugh, although to his credit he does try to muffle it. Not that Lance notices.

“Hey,” Lance says, frowning. “It didn’t work.”

Pidge sees the exact moment it clicks for him, because he goes bright red and scowls.

“That was mean! Why did you do that to me? You’re such a butthead!”

Everyone else has given in and started laughing, and Pidge cracks a smile.

But she’s not done with him yet.

“No, no,” she insists. “You said it too enthusiastically. When I say it like this —” she makes her voice as monosyllabic and flat as possible — “gullible —” she goes back to sounding as smooth as she can — “it makes the beep noise. It just didn’t work because you were so preppy about it.”

Lance narrows his eyes. He’s suspicious of her, this time.

Oh, this is so much fun. There is no one on this ship that’s more fun to annoy.

“I’m trusting you,” he says. Pidge tries to make her expression as innocent as possible.

“Why would I lie about this?”

Lance is still looking at her with narrowed eyes, but his curiosity must outweigh his suspicious — Pidge is counting on it — because he nods, once, determined, and opens his mouth to try again.

“Gullible,” he says, as flatly as he can, and he just sounds so confident —

Pidge loses it. She collapses into giggles. From behind her she hears Hunk’s screeching laughter followed by a heavy thump of him falling off the couch. Shiro pats Lance’s back, but it does nothing, because he’s chuckling too.

Lance throws off Shiro’s hand and stands, stomping his foot.

“You are the worst! You’re so horrible! I am giving you up for adoption! You suck!”

“I can’t believe you fell for it twice,” Pidge wheezes. “Holy shit.”

“Fuck off! You’re the worst.”

Pidge makes a kissy face at him.

She regrets nothing.

God, she loves having older brothers.

#pidge is a shit and i love her #i saw this one post where this girl got clowned twice and i’m like. yeah that’s lance #tbh it would be me too 💀#vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #pidge #pidge holt #gullible lance #pranks #team as family #fluff #lance & pidge #my writing #fic fragment

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kidge · 2 years

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hello fellow kidge shippers… i adore and love you all ❤️💚

#kidge #❤️💚#text post #i love all my lovely kidge followers #keith x pidge #voltron #pidge gunderson #voltron legendary defender #vld pidge #keith kogane #vld #send me kidge asks #send me kidge fics please #ask box open

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jiveyuncle · 7 months

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"Lance," Keith sounds breathless. "Back when we found my lion - the glowing symbols. What did you say about it?"

Lance is still staring hard at where Keith's hand rests on the control panel's screen, face scrunched in disbelief. "That is was written in code?"

Keith shakes his head. "No, no, about the Galra not being able to find it because of something to do with quintessence."

Lance's brow furrows further as he tries to recall what all he said so long ago, then his eyes flick up to meet Keith's. "Um? They were directions - quintessence infused." His lips purse as he tries to list everything. "The inscriptions would only be revealed in the presence of an Altean."

Keith removes his hand from the panel and the stars wink out. He strides toward Lance, mind racing. "Lance," Keith exhales. "I saw similar symbols back on Earth. Back when Hunk, Shiro, Pidge and I found the Green Lion in the cave."

Lance's eyes are flicking rapid-fire between Keith's, "But I wasn't there with you that time."

Keith grips Lance by the arms, hands squeezing tight. "Then why did the cave still light up?"

Lance almost looks as if he's stopped breathing.

Keith shifts his hold from Lance's arms, to hold his face. "The whole time I've been amazed at how much a couple of aliens look like us humans," Keith presses his forehead to Lance's, "but maybe I should've been thinking about how much we look like you."

And Keith can see it - in Lance's face - the moment the full meaning of everything clicks, and then Keith's being crushed in a bone-breaking hug. A wet laugh finds its way into the crook of Keith's neck. "Allura and I weren't the only ones to survive."

Keith raises his arms to squeeze Lance back just as tightly and buries his nose in his hair. "I think we're gonna need another look at the cave back on Earth."

A little glimpse at the Humans-are-the-crossbreed-descendants-of-Alteans-that-fled storyline reveal. I tried to layer so many hints and foreshadowing throughout the fic, and the reveal was just so satisfying to write. Idk if it’s been done before (probably) as I joined this fandom wayyy late but this AU is clogging all my brain space. I’m feral. If you ask me, I will scream your ear off about how this fills a ton of plot holes in canon and strengthens some of the choices made by different characters. Actually, I’ll rant about it on the next post since it’ll be the last batch of artwork for the fic. I’m so excited to draw more stuff within the AU. I just have so many thoughtsssss about how everything connectsssss ahhh

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#klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #altean lance #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #black paladin lance #fanart #fanfic #sure and indelible

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