#showing regris' face a bit

[chibi-pix]

You know what? I will live forever on the hill of AUs where Regris lives and befriends Pidge. And with thoughts, if a different/new blind Pidge AU comes up with twinverse, she would find Regris in the trash nebula instead of the rebels; she would meet them and Matt at another point in another situation.  So. Here I am with Pidge and Regris, Pidge introducing her new friends, including the trash floofs.  Also. Yes. For the background, I did a tracing of the background of the green lion’s hanger in season one, Crystal Venom. I didn’t know what else to do or how to go about it. 

Also, while not drawn? Pidge’s twin, Chip, is totally panicked because he wasn’t with her when she got yeeted through the wormhole. He would’ve probably been in the castle. 

Well, I hope y’all enjoy this one.  Until next time.

#Pidge #Regris #VLD Pidge #VLD Regris #Blade of Marmora #VLD #Voltron Legendary Defender #blind pidge au #twinverse #trash floofs #trash caterpillars #space caterpillars #showing regris' face a bit #just let them be friends #BoM #BoM Regris #VLD Rover #voltron Rover #Katie Holt #Pidge Gunderson

[actress4him]

Not really sure if this was how I was supposed to send a request for the bad things happen bingo but uno, so I was thinking.. Keith with the impaled chest with the additional character of lotor as the one who impales him. Like maybe Keith gets separated from the team & goes after lotor and then the team find him and have to try to save him 🤔

Anonymous said:

May I please request impaled chest with Keith and your choice of comforter please? - Pippythewriter

Took me long enough to get around to my most-requested prompt, but it’s finally here!

@badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Prompt: Impaled chest

Warnings: talk of death, stabbing, blood, coughing up blood, near-death experience

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Another day of putting on shows and throwing parties. Keith tries as best he can to hide how much it aggravates him, but it doesn’t stop Lance from making comments all day long about his ‘grumpy face’. 

It’s just…don’t they know this is a war? Don’t they remember that Lotor is still out there, that no one knows what he’s planning? Don’t they realize that there are Blades out there every single day, fighting for and losing their lives, while they all sit on a planet made of jewels and party and smooze?

It’s infuriating. He’s had this pit in his stomach all day, gnawing at his insides, keeping him from touching any of the food no matter how delicious Hunk insists it is. All he can think about is what evil plans Lotor might be carrying out at that very moment, and which Blades he might not see next time he makes it to the base, which Blades he might not ever see again. It’s not like he knows any of them all that well, other than Regris and Antok. But watching familiar faces systematically disappear, one by one…well, it makes it harder than usual to sleep at night.

But the party is over now. They can go back to their Lions, waiting outside the city where they’d been parked since the show ended, and then back to the Castle for some sleep, and tomorrow he has a Blade mission. It doesn’t help his grumpy face any, but it does ease the knot in his stomach the tiniest bit. 

He’s the first one in his Lion, and the first one in the air. Hovering there, he takes in the landscape - the sharp mountain peaks sparkling in the light of the two moons, the city shining down below, the ship rising off the ground in the distance…

Lotor’s ship.  

Keith slams Black into full speed after it. 

“Uh…Mullet? Where are you going?”

This could be their chance. If he can catch Lotor now, then so many problems will be solved. So many lives will be saved. 

“You’re supposed to stay with the group!”

They can catch up. 

“Keith! Report in, now.”

And that’s Shiro’s voice, grating and demanding in a way that it shouldn’t be. But he can’t worry about that particular problem right now. 

“I see Lotor. I’m going after him.”

The comms explode with exclamations and questions, but Keith mutes them. He needs to focus. They’ll track his location and join him soon enough, but he can’t let Lotor’s ship out of his sight. 

If he weren’t so bent on chasing the man down, maybe he’d have noticed that Lotor wasn’t bothering to try to fight or outmaneuver the Lion on his tail. Maybe he’d have questioned why he was landing on some random planet so quickly after leaving the other.

But he doesn’t. He simply lands Black nearby, calls his bayard to his hand, and stalks out to meet him through the cloud of grey dust they raised.

He’s ready to end this.

Lotor is waiting at the foot of the ramp into his own ship, a smile on his face and a sword in his hand. “Ah, the famed Black Paladin. I’ve waited a long time to meet you. I hear rumor that you’re the short-tempered one, is that true?”

Keith activates his bayard into it’s sword form. “Why don’t you come here and find out?”

Lotor’s smile grows. “Gladly.”

He leaps quite literally into action, closing the distance between them in one movement and bringing his sword in toward Keith’s head. The sound of their weapons clashing echoes across the barren plain. Everything flies into motion after that - swings so fast they can hardly be seen, feet constantly moving in an intricate dance, ducks and rolls and lunges and jumps. Keith is completely focused and determined to come out of this the winner, not because the alternative is probably death, but so the universe can be rid of another Galra overlord.

Lotor, on the other hand, seems to be thoroughly enjoying himself. “It’s been quite some time since I’ve had the pleasure of a spar so evenly matched,” he shouts after they’ve been fighting for long enough that only Keith’s adrenaline is keeping him going. “You’re quite good. Lacking a bit of stamina, I imagine, but good form.”

Keith doesn’t answer, too busy concentrating on keeping up the punishing pace they’ve set. 

“Unfortunate, really, that you received such a lack of physical traits from your Galra parent. We might go at this all day otherwise. But as it is…” His swing changes direction at the last second, nicking Keith’s cheek and drawing a warm trickle of blood. “You’re flagging.”

He is, but he’s not going to admit it. There’s too much riding on this fight. He forces his aching, exhausted arm to keep moving, and tries not to stumble over the feet that seem to have suddenly decided they don’t know how to work in tandem.

Lotor’s smirking again. “You should give up now, kit. I’ve decided I rather like you, so if you surrender I won’t kill you. You can simply live out the rest of your days with me, learn what being a half-Galra is really supposed to be.”

“Never,” he growls. He sees an opening and takes it, diving forward with his sword outstretched.

Pain erupts across his chest. Keith freezes in place for a moment, unsure what happened but suddenly unable to continue the fight, then tips his head downward. 

There’s a sword sticking out between his ribs. Lotor’s sword. Bright red blood wells up around the gleaming metal, running across the top of the blade to drip off the edges and onto his dusty white boots.

“I had a feeling you’d say that.” 

His vision goes blurry as he raises his head again. Lotor is staring straight at him, hand still grasping the hilt of the sword. 

“It’s a shame. I really did like you.” Without changing expression, he twists his arm to the side and the blade along with it.

Keith’s mouth opens wide as the pain crescendos into an inferno inside of him, but only a small choking sound comes out. It’s hard to scream when there isn’t any air left in his lungs. His left hand moves of its own accord, wavering upward toward the sword, trying to grasp it, but Lotor yanks the blade out before he reaches it. The world turns bright white, and when it rights itself he’s on his knees. 

Lotor casually inspects the blood slipping down his weapon, then plunges it into the earth to cleanse it. “Goodbye, Black Paladin. Thanks for the enjoyable fight.”

With that, he turns his back and saunters back up the ramp and into his ship. Only a few seconds later the thrusters fire up and it lifts off the ground.

He failed. He failed, and now he’s...he’s dying, and Lotor is escaping, again.

His fingers fumble across his chestplate, his right hand, he...he must have dropped his bayard at some point, he doesn’t know where it is. It isn’t really important anymore. He won’t need it again. The wound rests just under the bottom edge of the armor, and he can feel the blood that’s pouring out of it even through his gloves. He should probably...probably do something. Put pressure on it, that’s what. But just the brush of his fingers makes him want to scream, makes him cough because he still can’t breathe, therefore still can’t scream.

He blinks, and when he opens his eyes again the planet has turned sideways. The sky is on the right now, Lotor’s ship just a distant pinpoint of light. Dust fills his nose when he tries to inhale.

There’s a roaring sound, louder than the roaring of his pulse, and the planet vibrates. He wishes it wouldn’t do that anymore, it really hurts. But then there are feet in front of him, and the feet are turning into faces of his team members, and he’s...embarrassed. He doesn’t want them to see him like this. But he’s also glad to know he won’t have to die alone. 

He’s pretty sure they’re talking, but they all sound like they’re underwater. Somebody lifts his head up and tugs off his helmet. It doesn’t make the sound any better. Lance is leaning down into his face, his lips moving and his face twisted into a fearful expression, and Keith wants to make some kind of joke, to tell him to back off, to try to keep him from being so scared. But when he opens his mouth, he coughs. 

And he can’t stop coughing.

There’s something in the back of his throat, something wet, and the more he coughs and spits it out the more it seems to bubble up out of nowhere. Absolutely no air is getting in now, and everything is starting to go dark. 

That’s okay. He’s pretty sure once it gets completely dark he’ll stop coughing and hurting. Then maybe his team won’t have to worry about him anymore, he...he hates making them worry.

Keith closes his eyes.

Then he opens them again, just in time to fall forward into the med bay, stumbling over his feet and into Hunk’s waiting arms. Somebody else - Lance, the long, thin arms tell him - slams into him from the back, while small fists pummel him in the waist and hip.

“You stupid, stupid, idiot, don’t you ever do that again! What were you thinking? Oh! That’s right! You weren’t. You’re a stupid, quiznaking, stupid idiot and I hate you so much!”

“‘M sorry, Pidge,” he mumbles into Hunk’s shoulder. She immediately launches into a tirade of how he should be sorry, but he’s not paying much attention, too busy trying to wrap his head around the fact that he’s alive.

And so is Lotor. The thought comes crashing down on him, immediately souring any kind of grateful feelings he might have conjured. He squirms in the arms thrown around him, pushing them away.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, stepping back from the trio and folding his arms tightly across his whole but still blood-crusted chest. “I...I lost. I should have had him but...I let him get away.”

“Seriously?” Lance throws his hands up in the air. “You almost died, Mullet. We’re a lot more concerned about that than Lotor getting away.”

Anger flares up and he grits his teeth. “Yeah, well you shouldn’t be. One life...my life is not important against the fate of the rest of the universe.”

“Maybe it is to us!” Pidge marches straight up to him, unperturbed by his anger, and points a finger right in his face. “Did you ever stop to think about that? That maybe your life is that important to us?”

He falters for a second, not expecting that response, but quickly regains his momentum. “And what about all the other lives, huh? What about all the innocent lives that are being taken every single day? What about every Blade that goes out and gets killed trying to stop the Empire, while we’re off galavanting around doing air shows and partying? I guarantee you they’re important to somebody. They’re important to me.”

The room falls silent. Keith’s breathless from his outburst, regretting every word no matter how true. He’s about to turn and leave when Hunk speaks up, quietly.

“You’re right. They are important. And...I’m sorry we didn’t see how much this was affecting you before.” He steps forward, tears making his eyes shine. “But Keith, just...please don’t try to do these things on your own. We all want to save the universe, but...we want to keep you, too.”

“Yeah,” Lance adds on. “We’ll help you. That’s what we’re here for. But you’ve gotta let us, okay?”

“You’re the Black Paladin and a Blade,” Pidge sniffs. “Seems to me like the universe can be helped a whole lot more with you alive than if you’re dead.”

Exhausted, overwhelmed tears fill his eyes, and he ducks his head. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll try.”

Pidge nearly knocks him over with a hug. “You’d better do more than try, stupidhead, because if you die doing something idiotic like that I’m gonna bring you back to life so I can kill you again myself.”

Huffing a laugh through his tears, Keith wrapped his arms around her. “Noted.”

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[loveafterthefact]

Love After the Fact Chapter 61: In the Company of Blades

In which Keith has friends, Lance gets to show off, and Shiro wants Adam to step on him

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“Anyway, that’s where we are right now. One thing at a time, and I will come up with a meal plan, just in case,” Thace says. They’re rushing through hallways to get to the training yards.

“Thanks.” Keith twists his hair into a large knot on the back of his head, keeping it in place with a pin. “And thanks for the pin.”

“No problem. I just hope you don’t get impaled through your skull.”

“Hasn’t happened yet. Miraculously. We are very late.” Which means probing questions from one Altean, and a probing stare from another. One, Keith can’t say no to -because he’s soft- and the other, Keith is too scared to lie to.

“Fortunately, it’s easy to blame your health. So long as we can keep Lance’s mouth shut.”

“Right...” Keith is about to explain, but Thace's exasperated groan tells him he doesn't have to.

The training grounds are divided into a series of yards, with walls erected for privacy and so no one takes up too much space. Some are large, some small, some flat, some full of obstacles and ground cover, climbing walls, chasms, even stands of trees. There are even places to practice elk-riding, a means of preserving the ancient history of the mounted warriors of old. The Marmora have more respect for tradition than one might think.

When Thace and Keith arrive, they’re beholden to quite the spectacle. Adam, wielding a polearm, squaring off with one of Kolivan’s two kits, Antok. Regris, his other kit, is standing next to his father. Both are grown, but were raised by the Blades, and remain quite close to their sire.

Regris apparently got the good end of the stick, because Antok is getting his ass kicked by the smaller Altean. Adam’s polearm is indeed double-ended, this one equipped with glaives, which he’s currently using to repel Antok. The Altean is also wearing gauntlets with small blades attached, good for slashing throats if an enemy gets too close. Keith imagines that they also discourage grappling.

It’s strange, but Keith has never once in his life thought of Adam as a warrior. He’s always the behind-the-scenes man, and battle tends to be so upfront and personal. Seems Keith was wrong, because Adam is good. He’s fast, too, keeping up with Antok’s limbs, which includes an incredibly mobile tail.

Shiro seems to be enjoying the view, watching the fierce-eyed Altean swing his polearm like it’s a toothpick. A very long, dangerous toothpick. “That’s literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Gross.” Keith shoves his brother away.

“I want him to impale me,” the larger Galra sighs.

“You’re a pervert.”

“I concur with Keith,” Thace murmurs.

“Yeah? Well neither of you gets an opinion because you were both late.”

“Health thing,” Keith murmurs. “Where’s Lance?”

“Three yards down, showing off his marksmanship skills. Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

“Nothing at all,” Keith murmurs. “I just had a few questions.”

“Ah.” Shiro shifts awkwardly. They’re still a bit uncomfortable, despite putting their disagreement behind them, and being otherwise normal with each other. “Listen.”

The fact that Shiro bothers to turn away from Adam’s totally-not-an-exhibition is a contributing factor as to why Keith actually does choose to listen to his brother’s opinion.

“I’m here for you. No matter what. Know that.”

Keith smiles. That sounds like his brother. “ I know. Thanks. I’ll let you know if I need you. Or Lance will let you know because I refuse to ask you for help.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Adam finally manages to disarm Antok, spinning his polearm and holding it behind his back.

“Well, Remind me never to push Adam over the edge. I’m gonna go see what Lance is up to.”

“You do that,” Shiro murmurs. “I’m gonna go find a deserted hallway and bring your attendant with me.”

“Have fun. Pervert.”

“I will, thanks.”

Rolling his eyes, Keith trots over to the other field, curious to see what Lance has got up to. Thace hurries right behind him, scanning the facility. “Where the fuck is my mate?”

“Who cares about your mate? Where’s- mine…”

As it turns out, Keith’s mate is firing arrows from the back of a galloping elk. And every shot is perfect. He’s also shirtless, which is really great, but kind of gross because he’s doing that weird ‘sweating’ thing that Alteans do, where they get all wet and slippery. Why can’t they just pant to cool off like a normal species?

But whatever. It’s still incredibly impressive. Especially since the targets, little floating spheres, are both moving and firing at him. And it’s nice to see Lance in his element. He’s got a borrowed bow in one hand, a couple arrows between the fingers of the other, another between his grinning teeth.

“Good to know your chosen mate isn’t entirely useless,” a gruff voice murmurs from behind. Kolivan’s followed them from the other field. “Wasn’t sure about him when Shirogane came back with a report on his swordsmanship. He’s actually an incredible shot.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty great.”

The only thing better is the way Lance’s face brightens when they make eye contact. He removes the arrow from his mouth. “Hey, beloved! See something you like?”

“Hm. Not sure. You should go around again so I can decide.” Keith’s smirk morphs into a grin. “I take it you're enjoying yourself?”

“I am kicking ass! This is so much fun! Can’t believe I’ve never tried this before! Also, this is Bruna, and I love her.”

Keith smiles as Lance hangs his bow from the elk’s saddle, stroking the doe’s soft, red fur. “You know she’s carnivorous, right?”

“All close friends have their points of contention, and admittedly her terrifying teeth are… one of those things, but she’s also loyal, and fast, and very sweet.”

Keith eyes the elk skeptically, gaze lingering on her four sharpened antlers crowning her head and the filed horns protruding from her face. “This sharp, vicious creature is your friend?”

“Bruna will be loved and adored by yours truly all the days of her life.”

“Okay. Good luck convincing your father to let you bring her home.”

“Oh, I don’t have to convince either of my parents of anything. I just have to convince you.”

Keith stares down the hopeful look in his ridiculous elk-loving husband’s face. He’s thoroughly unmoved by those large, pleading, blue-and-pink eyes. Completely unswayed… Except… “If you’re getting one, I should get one too. It will give us an excuse to spend time together without being buried in tablets.”

“See, this is why I love you.”

“I love you too. Now shoot some more arrows so I can watch.”

“Okay, should I put my shirt back on, or-”

“No, it’s fine.” A sly smile. “You can keep it off if you like.”

Lance quirks an eyebrow before lifting his bow again -Does he have to show off that he can ride with no hands?- and preparing to continue his practice.

“When you’re done flirting,” Kolivan mutters. “Your mother is waiting to kick your ass.”

“Yeah, okay.” Keith looks around. “Where did Thace go?”

“I dunno. Probably to stick his tongue in Ulaz’ mouth.” Kolivan sighs, leading him to yet another training room. “I’d been counting on you to be the only one of these idiots to keep it in their pants.”

“What about your sons?”

“Pfft. Found mates while you were gone. They’re always… visiting.”

“Gross… Well, I promise never to visit you.”

The Galra chuckle. Kolivan never really has a lot to say, but what he does have to say is either incredibly serious or mildly amusing. He’s an acquired taste. One that Keith has acquired in order to survive. Kolivan’s also his mother’s closest companion, so he insists on their getting along, despite what one might call ‘creative differences’ when it comes to leadership roles.

Essentially, Kolivan’s an unapologetic, amazingly blunt asshole and Keith tries his best to be more… constructive.

“It’s about time you showed up.”

“Hey, Mom. Sorry. I stopped by the med ward.”

“Okay.” She goes easily, drawing her sword. “But don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

That’s what Keith loves about his mother: the understanding. For only having known each other for two years, they share so much: a loss, a condition, a passion for the personal freedoms that their rulers restrict until they can barely breathe.

But Keith and his mother find a way. They dig their roots into unwelcoming ground. They learn to thrive. They draw breath.

And swords. Krolia has Keith panting in minutes, forcing him to the brink of his skills. He really is out of shape, but he’s missed this. He’s missed this challenge, this push, this direct, up-front, physical confrontation where no one is screaming, or complaining, and there’s no stack of work staring at him from behind another stack of work. Just him, trying his damndest to beat the crap out of someone who can actually match with him.

And, surprisingly, he’s doing well. His stamina and strength have taken a hit, but he’s picked up forms and techniques on Altea that give him an edge.

The Galra know how an Altean fights, but Keith knows how they think, why they make the choices they do. Their aim isn’t disarming or killing an enemy. A Galra's aim is to defeat the enemy, to beat them into submission until the ground beneath thier boots is painted red. An Altean’s aim is to make it past the enemy toward a larger goal, and do it as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Krolia isn’t his enemy. She’s just in the way. So, dodging a slash of Krolia’s sword, Keith slips past his mother, elbowing her in the kidney as he darts past. Krolia doesn’t flinch, even as she turns to stare at her son, but nobody can fully brush off a hit to the kidney, and she lowers her sword, panting her way through the pain since she has the option.

“What was that?” she asks.

“I applied a different philosophy. In a mission, you wouldn’t be my target, and I saw no reason to waste my time dispatching you.” Keith shrugs. “Why bother?”

“Because I could have gathered information on you-”

“You didn’t. In this scenario, you, an unnamed, random assailant, are not worth killing, and I have a different mission.”

“And what might that mission be?”

“I…” Keith pauses. “I hadn’t thought that far. I just wanted to show off.”

“Clearly.” Krolia looks her son up and down, amused. “I don’t understand, but you seem to think you’ve achieved something, so-”

“HA!!!”

“AHhhhhh!!!”

“-So what the fuck was that?” Krolia growls, adjusting her grip on her sword.

“I’m not sure, but that was Lance and Adam, so something’s probably being destroyed.” Keith sighs, heading back to Lance’s field. “Welcome to my life.”

Lance is indeed messing around with Adam, wielding a broadsword with an adequate amount of skill -a miracle, honestly, and one courtesy of Keith- while Adam comes at him with his polearm.

From behind the fighting idiots, Shiro grins at him, notching his head at Lance. Keith presses his lips together to hide his smile, ducking his head. He knows he’s doing a good job, but to have someone else say it means a lot.

“I thought you said he didn’t have any skills,” Krolia murmurs, watching the Alteans go back and forth.

“That’s what I thought.” Keith lifts his gaze back to his chosen mate, the glint in his eyes as he experiments with the sword in his hand, figuring out how to make it more effective against Adam’s chosen weapon. “But I was wrong. He just needed some more one-on-one coaching. He’s typically quite capable on his own, but always better when he’s working with others. He’s a people person.”

“That is one of the many, many reasons I don’t understand why you love that little creature,” Krolia murmurs.

“He’s a good buffer. He does all the talking, and I just stand there and look pretty.”

That’s not entirely true, less so as time goes on, but for some reason, Keith doesn’t want to share all that much about his life on Altea. It almost feels too personal, like he’s not ready to share his experiences with anyone yet.

“Hm, I’d think looking pretty would be his job,” Thace teases, clinging to Ulaz’ waist. Ulaz himself only nods, a more quiet kind of friendly than his mate, but friendly all the same. His fondness for Keith is indicated by a softened eyebrow, rather than a smile.

“No, but he does it exceptionally well.”

The corner of Ulaz’ mouth quirks. “Perhaps you can both come over to our place tomorrow and look pretty around our table. The kits want to see you, Mashan in particular. Besides, the hunting party returns tomorrow. A little lizard told me that they slew a pack of vakalt. Herdsmen are coming up, too. We can celebrate together, maybe put a few of them up at our den for the night. Get in a few good stories. Also, be forewarned, Lotor wants to speak to Lance outside the castle, so he may 'spontaneously decide to visit'.”

Keith nods. He watches Lance and Adam spar, glancing to his littermate across the yard. So far, his companions have been more than agreeable concerning the Galra way of life. Lance, at least, will enjoy the experience, and Adam will enjoy a chance to crawl all over Shiro. Maybe he’ll even be able to drag Pidge out of their closet. It’ll be nice.

“Sure. We’ll come.” Keith smiles. “Thanks for the invite.”

“Nonsense!” Thace claps him on the shoulder. “You’ll always be one of us, Keith, and you’re always welcome in our home. You, and that Altean of yours.”

“Thanks, guys. I really appreciate that.”

He does. He’s glad that he still has a place here, even if it’s no longer his only home.

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[galraluver]

Regris A-Z Fluff Headcanons

A = affection (how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more in private?)

~ Regris is extremely affectionate every day

~ Regris likes showing affection for you in public once you get him to come out of his shell

~ But in private he wants to cuddle with you and never let go

B = best memory (what is the best memory they have with you)

~ Regris' best memory with you was when you took him to the park for the first time

C = cat or dog person (this is pretty obvious)

~ Regris prefers bunnies over cats and dogs because they're so fluffy, cute and quiet

D = dreams (what do they want to do in life?)

~ Regris wants to live somewhere with you, have a nice home a rabbit and maybe one or two kids

E = evenings (how do they spend their evening? Do they go out? Do they read?)

~ If the weather is warm enough, Regris loves going out to watch the sunset with you

~ Sometimes he'll take you out on dates in the evening

~ Regris doesn't really like to read unless it's an instruction manual for some kind of tech

F = first date (what was it like?)

~ Normally Galra don't just date around, but when you told Regris what a date was he wanted to try it

~ Regris decided to take you to the space mall where the two of you found an arcade with pinball machines

~ After playing pinball for a while you both got something to eat at the food court

G = giggle (what is their laugh like? What makes them laugh?)

~ Regris laughs every time you show him a funny meme or gif

~ Regris' laugh is a tad bit high pitched and breathy

H = hugs (do they like hugs? What kind of hugs do they give?)

~ Regris really loves hugging you

~ He loves hugging you from behind and kissing your neck since it makes you flustered

I = instrument (do they play an instrument?)

~ Regris once found a tin whistle at the space mall. After a while of practicing he got really good at playing it

J = joy (what brings them joy in life?)

~ You are someone that brings joy to Regris' life

~ Regris also really loves learning about new technology

K = kisses (what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?)

~ Regris didn't even know kisses existed until one evening while you both were watching an old Disney movie

~ Ever since you taught him how to kiss Regris loves kissing you, even out in public when he's not wearing his mask

L = love (how do they act when they have a crush)

~ Regris stuttered a lot and became very shy when he started having a crush on you

~ At one point he couldn't even form any words when he was in the same room as you were or he would get an awkward boner

~ Thankfully, all that eventually changed

M = memory (what’s their favourite memory?)

~ Regris' favorite memory is when he showed you his face for the first time and you told him how handsome he was

N = no (what is their pet peeve?)

~ Regris hates it when people call him a reptile

O = occupation (what’s their dream job?)

~ Regris wants some kind of job that has to do with technology

P = parent (what kind of parent would they be?)

~ Regris would probably be the fun parent who gives his kid/kids sweets when you're not looking

Q = questions (do they believe in the super natural? Aliens? Anything along those lines)

~ Regris has always wondered what it's like not to have a tail

R = romantic (are they romantic during the relationship?)

~ Regris is very romantic during his relationship with you. How could he not be?

S = smile (what makes them smile without fail)

~ Whenever you do or say something super cute Regris can't help but smile

T = together (how clingy are they? How long do you two spend together per day on average)

~ No one (except you) would have guessed that Regris was super clingy

~ Regris spends as much time with you as he can

U = unbearable (what habit do they have that’s unbearable?)

~ Sometimes when Regris gets a new piece of technology he stays up super late tinkering with it

V = videos (do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?)

~ Regris likes taking lots of pictures during his relationship with you

W = wedding (what was the wedding like?)

~ Regris was so interested in Human culture that he wanted to use Human wedding traditions

~ You made sure to get the poofiest wedding gown and the longest veil you could find

~ Regris had to have a custom tuxedo made to fit him

~ You invited your whole family and the Paladins while Regris invited all the Blades he could

~ Naturally, Hunk got to bake the wedding cake and make the other food

~ The wedding was the most wonderful day in you and Regris' entire lives

X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about them that they don’t tell anyone about?)

~ Regris likes using your sweet scented body lotion to moisturize his skin

Y = yuck (what do they hate? Could be a food, scent, word anything)

~ Regris hates the feeling of blue jean material

Z = zzzz (how heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep? What mood do they wake up in? Really any sleeping headcanons)

~ Regris is a somewhat heavy sleeper, but sometimes if he hears a strange sound he'll wake up

~ Regris has to sleep either on his side or his back because of his tail

~ As long as you're with him, Regris wakes up in a good mood

~ Regris can't sleep unless the blankets are extra fluffy 

~ Sometimes when Regris stays up late tinkering with some kind of technology you have to remind him that he needs to sleep

#Regris #Vld Regris #Regris x Reader #A-Z Fluff Headcanons #Galra #Headcanons #SFW Headcanons #SFW #VLD #Voltron #Voltron Legendary Defender #Regris x Reader Headcanons #Voltron AU Where Everybody Lives

[rk-silverknight]

Return || @dollxcage

It had been a few weeks, 2 or maybe 3, M-21 didn't care how many but that was already too much for him. He knew this mission was important to Lukas and M didn't want to let them go but it had to be done. Apparently there was some information that could be useful to them all, Lukas stating that there are places that still don't know that he had drifted from Union and still gave him access. Blames the poor management and laziness since it's such a small place with little to no information stored there, but access to the important stuff was always present. Location and anything else wasn't given in order to protect them all in case things go south but M still wasn't happy. He tried to argue with the others telling them how they couldn't leave Lukas alone. He didn't question their genius, but he was concerned about Union members finding out everything else. What if Lukas was captured? What if they were turned into an experiment like he was? No, no, no! M didn't even want to think about it. He's been there and even if they were enemies when they first met, they were no longer after each other. No, they were something else.

Still, M didn't want to let the other go but he was outnumbered and the mission was approved. No back up to be sent in order to protect the household, including himself but M didn't care about himself in that moment, that wasn't important. He’s worried for Lukas, Union had monsters as fighters, what would happen if they decided to attack and possibly even-no he didn't want to think about it.

He was mad at first as preparations were being done, the decision being concluded with the date of departure just two days later. M was mad, oh so mad that for once he dismissed himself from the meeting they were having and told them all not to wait for him when dinner time came. He didn't want to see anyone, he was mad at the others for letting Lukas be placed in a dangerous situation but he was more so upset with himself and not being able to do anything about it. The logic side of him kept telling himself that things will work out, that Lukas has everything under control but M didn't listen. Is this fear? I don't want to-no, not anyone else. Why is this happening? This is Union we're talking about!

He made it home just in time to see Lukas off, any arguments he wanted to voice to make him stay M kept inside. There was a look of determination in Lukas and he didn't want to shatter that, no matter how much he didn't want this mission to be done. 

"I'll check in every 24-48 hours, Tao and I worked everything out. I'll take as much information as I can, from everyone, especially Crombell." M didn't like that even more, Crombell was the source of all his pain. Not just his but-

"Be careful." was all he could say and before he knew it Lukas was gone.

Several weeks have passed since then, but Lukas's check-ins stopped 4 days ago. This scared M-21 more than anything. Was Luksas caught? Worse, what if Crombell was there? There was no way he wouldn't know, Crombell was a sneaky bastard and just like he kept the info about him and M-24 Crombell probably knew and was waiting for Lukas to return. Perhaps it was all a trap? M-21 didn't know what to think but he also had no leads. Tao said he wouldn't track from where the messages were coming from since that could lead to exposing them in the process. Frankenstein had told them all to wait, concerned laced in his words but someone had to be calm about this. M usually could keep his cool, but Crombell was involved so there was no way that was possible. Still, M not being able to do anything else was making him feel restless and agitated. Perhaps that's why he was told by Regris to take a walk and instead of giving him a sassy remark like always M just left the house. He had no where in mind to go but he decided to end up at the beach. One of his first outings with the other, it was a fun relaxing day if he was honest and he hoped that it wasn't the last time they would both be out together like that.

As he enjoyed the ocean's breeze there was movement behind him. He turns around quickly and presumes a fighting stance, it was 3 am and no normal human would be out this late in the cold. Only few individuals like M-21 were crazy enough. 

"Who's there?! Show yourself!?" The movement just continued until a silhouette came into view. M was ready to fight but once the moonlight hit the new comer he froze. Putting claws away he stepped closer to make sure he wasn't seeing things. "Lukas?" he questioned, hesitant to even ask but he wasn't thinking clearly to begin with. 

"Hello." he got in response and before anything else can be said M ran. He ran towards the other, lunging himself at Lukas not minding if they both end up dusty from the dirt they both landed on. He wraps his arms around the other and enjoys the warmth that is still present. "Stupid idiot." he manages to voice. Though he notices a second later that he's crying, he's not really sure why but he was crying. He's only ever cried 3 times, 4 with this. "You idiot." he repeats. His heart is racing and he thinks he's shivering a bit but he blames is on the cool air. "You're okay, we didn't get a message and I, I-", I was worried, I was scared, his mind supplies but he can't really bring himself to voice his thoughts. "Don't ever do that again. No one heard anything from you." He expected the worse, but he still clung to hope. "Are you okay?" he manages to ask, even though his mind was racing like crazy. Still, before a response was given he lets go of Lukas helping him sit up properly. He didn't know if there were injuries present. M, you're an idiot. "Sorry about that," he mumbles. "I was worried, I realized after all this time that you've been a constant in my life. Not hearing from you, it made me scared to lose you. I've lost a lot Lukas, I don't want to lose you either. Just, stay with me okay?" he manages to ask. He tried his best to clean his face up, but perhaps he made it worse going by the dirt he tastes. 

"It's a silly thought and I know I'm being selfish but just this once I want to grab onto something, someone and not let them go. So, you're kind of stuck with me now, I don't take no for an answer." He looks towards Lukas, happy to see them alive, to see their shining eyes and know that they're still warm and not cold. "So, what do you say?"

#dollxcage #{drabble} #[so aye :D

[madeofstardust17]

Whumptober prompt 13. Adrenaline

Rating: G

Tw: none

Keith & Kolivan

Kolivan stood in the comms room of the ship, tense, as he always was, while he waited for the team of blades to make contact. 

He wished they wouldn’t, because it meant someone was in trouble, and he despised leaving any of his blades behind.

A few minutes later, the reason for his dread became a reality.

“Sir” the Blade that was sitting in front of the computers turned to him “a comm is trying to establish a connection. It seems to be Keith’s”

“Let him through”

The comm opened, but no one spoke.

“Keith? Status report. Did you get the intel?”

A moment passed

“Huh? Oh hey, Kolivan” 

His voice was clear, but there was something clearly wrong. 

“Did you get the intel” Kolivan repeated.

“Oh yeah… but I think there’s something wrong. You see, I’m sitting in a pool of blood”

“Is it… your blood?”

“I think so”

“Well, where is it coming from?”

“The stab wound?”

“You were stabbed?!”

A grunt.

“Oh yeah, definitely”

Kolivan might have- well, not laughed, maybe smiled- at the slightly comical conversation, but he was too worried to even think about it. 

“Sir, the blades need to get here in 6 doboshes, we won’t be able to wait longer”

Kolivan nodded in understanding.

“Keith, can you get to the meeting place on time?”

He expected Keith to say no, and he could already see the paladins’ faces when he told them that Keith had not made it back.

“Yeah… I think so”

Kolivan’s eyes widened in shock

“What?”

Keith grunted in response, and in his mind’s eye he could see Keith, struggling to stand up, surrounded by blood, and promptly falling down again.

But it didn’t happen.

Through the comms, it sounded as if Keith was running, panting 

“I’m on my way”

Kolivan stood, stunned, as the other blades opened the comms too, reporting that they were on they’re way.

The other blades ran in 4 doboshes left, giving the galra controlling the comms the chips that contained the intel. 

“2 doboshes left” 

Kolivan’s heart sank. Keith wasn’t going to make it. 

“I’m coming” came in Keith’s exhausted voice.

One dobosh.

30 ticks.

10 ticks.

The doors started closing, and the saw a figure running towards them, more like stumbling rapidly.

The other blades stood tense around him, waiting for the smallest blade.

He made it. 

With a tick to spare, Keith slipped through the doors as they closed, and a few of his comrades sagged in relief. Kolivan didn’t have the luxury to look relieved. He was their commander, he couldn’t show emotional attachment.

Keith’s mask disappeared. He met Kolivan’s eyes and gave him a bloody grin. He walked past him, using him for a moment as support, leaving a bloody handprint. 

He staggered to the officer who stood by the comms, leaving a trail of blood on the floor, and handed him the chips.

Once he’d done that, he turned, looking at them all. 

His side was bleeding heavily.

“Right…” he swayed on the spot “I’m gonna need a trip to the infirm-“

He collapsed forwards, but Kolivan had been ready for it. 

He caught him and lowered him gently to the floor, pressing his hands on the gaping hole on his right side. 

“Call headquarters!” He barked to no one in particular “make sure they have a medical team ready”

Regris, a young blade that, if he remembered correctly, had become a good friend of Keith’s, crouched beside him, a towel in his hands that was more effective at stopping the bleeding than his hands. 

It was soaked within ticks. 

Two days later, Kolivan was informed that Keith had finally woken up, and that we would be ready to go out into the field within a movement, two, if Kolivan had anything to say about it. And he did.

He walked to the infirmary, finding Keith propped up in one of the beds, pale, but otherwise alright.

Keith gave him a faint smile, too tired to do more than that. 

“Thank you for saving my life, sir” Kolivan scoffed, choosing to remain standing a few steps away from the bed. He knew Keith didn’t like it when people towered over him.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you saved yourself”

Keith shrugged.

“About that… there’s something I wanted to ask you”

“Yes, sir?”

“Just how did you manage to come back? You were hurt badly, but yet you managed to run back”

Keith shrugged, as if it were unimportant 

“Adrenaline was still going strong, but I could feel it wearing off when I was almost to the ship”

“What is this adrenaline you speak of?”

Keith’s eyes widened 

“You guys don’t have that? But I’ve seen galra get hurt and still fight”

“Galra are strong species, it is difficult to injure us fatally”

“Huh” Keith didn’t speak more for a few moments, seeming to be lost in thought.

“Adrenaline” he finally said “is a… drug you might say, that our brains release when we’re in danger, that helps us to fight even when we’re hurt. We’re a bit more fragile than galra, you could say”

Kolivan’s eyes widened, but schooled his face into a more neutral expression when it made Keith smile in amusement. 

“Humans are… strange creatures” he sighed, running a hand through his face. 

The more he learned about humans, the more bizarre they seemed. 

“I have to get going” Keith nodded 

Kolivan mentally hesitated, before he reached out and patted the smallest blade’s head, which seemed to amuse Keith.

“Rest, little blade”

Keith, for once in his life, obeyed. 

...

I like how this turned out, what do you think?

#whumptober2019 #whumptober #voltron whump #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #keith whump #keith vld #keith kogane #kolivan vld #BoM #blade of marmora #dads of marmora #stab wound #prompt 13 #adrenaline

[brattykeith]

What Happened to Your Face?! (Klance)

My piece for the exchange I did with @kymmo-draws ! I hope you like it~!

Prompt:  They would like teen klance (13-17): Teen klance making fun of each other during puberty (voice cracking, acne, etc) then meeting again after like 5 years to see that "oH he's hot".

“Lance, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning,” Hunk announced miserably as his best friend chatted away wildly into his ear. He snuggled under his blanket, his cell phone practically vibrating against his pillow with the force of Lance’s voice.

“Hunk, time is just a concept! Like aliens! Or Keith Kogane’s pride when he realizes that Lance McClain has become the number one bachelor at the Garrison!”

“Number one?” Hunk repeated with a yawn.

“Hell yeah! I can’t wait to see that pizza-faced nerd’s expression once he realizes that he’s been defeated in all manners of seduction and popularity!!”

“I don’t even think Keith was all that popular? His older brother Shiro was, Keith was just super smart, right?” Hunk noted, snuggling deeper into his bed.

“Hunk! You’re ruining it!”

“I mean, he never even dated anyone back then, right?”

“HUNK!”

“Fine, fine,” Hunk yawned again, turning to nuzzle his pillow. “How’d you even know he was back in town?”

“As you know, I am a being of many connections and-“

“Pidge heard from her brother Matt who’s friends with Shiro, right?”

“Hunk!”

“Yeah, yeah,”

“Anyways, Matt and Shiro are going to go to the Arus Diner tomorrow for lunch and they’re dragging Pidge and Keith out as well, we need to be there!”

“For some pizza?” Hunk asked hopefully to his pillow.

“No! Well, I mean, yeah, but after I metaphorically walk all over Keith’s face with how attractive I’ve become.” Lance reasoned.

“Sounds good.” Hunk answered with a yawn of finality. “Don’t forget to put your facemask on for the night.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, see you, buddy!”

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Keith stared intently at his phone, doing his best to mimic Pidge in ignoring their brothers’ pathetic attempts at flirting.

Matt and Shiro were a trainwreck, but that flaming train was decorated with heart-shaped confetti and good intentions. If your idea of flirting was complimenting someone on their choice of pizza toppings then you needed serious help. Keith and Pidge caught each other’s eye, sending a glance at their idiot brothers as the pair chatted happily about constellations. God, what a bunch of nerds.

Pidge and Keith had a running bet about who’d manage to propose first.

The loser had to wear a dress for the wedding.

Keith managed to sneak another piece of pizza out from between the bubble of love and affection that was Shiro and Matt’s conversation, doing his best to inhale the slice before any more residual affection could infect it.

It wasn’t that Keith didn’t like the idea of love, rather he’d just never been in love. In high school, he’d been smart but not attractive. His grades had gotten him clearance to go on a diplomatic mission with Shiro to another flight program in Asia. It’d been nothing more than a student exchange, but as a result, Keith had learned a lot and made a few friends, like Regris. Regris had given Keith the full Korean skincare routine do-over, at least until Keith had shown zero comprehension of anything concerning makeup. By the time Keith was set to leave he’d narrowed it down to three steps and Keith’s acne had mysteriously disappeared. It also helped that in Asia sword fighting was a perfectly acceptable way to get fit and healthy, he’d gotten a few pounds of muscle to boot. Allura had called it a ‘glow up’ when he got back.

The loud shatter of glassware had all of them jumping, worst of all Shiro who both Matt and Keith placed a placating hand on. Keith sent a glare over to whoever was responsible, blinking when he realized that it was some tall, cute guy that was currently staring back at him. Keith blinked, a small blush dusting his cheeks, at least until Pidge barked out an annoyed ‘Lance!’

Lance?

Lance?

Lance?

Keith was staring back now, flashbacks to the kid with acne and baby fat galore. There was no way. First off, this guy was taller than Keith. Back in high school Keith had managed two inches on Lance and had used both to his advantage in every fight that Shiro hadn’t personally broken up. Second off, this guy’s skin looked nice, like Regris had also shipped him a bottle of Korean skincare magic. Third off, he was fit, and it showed in the line of his jaw and the curve of muscle in along his forearms. Keith felt his cheeks grow redder after noticing that particular bit.

What. The. Fuck.

“Keith?” Lance choked out, sounding like he was the last person he expected to meet here. And suddenly Keith found himself checking himself over and mentally wincing over the fact that he was only wearing a black t-shirt and yoga pants. He combed his fingers through his hair and managed a surly glare in response.

“Oh, hey, Keith!” Hunk greeted, walking up behind Lance with a mouthful (and plateful) of pizza. “How was Asia? Is their program any better than ours?” He asked conversationally, seemingly unaware that his best friend since preschool was having an aneurysm right next to him.

“It was fine,” Keith managed lowly. Shiro had recovered from his small bout of anxiety and looked prepared to dive between Keith and Lance the second one of them threw a fist at the other. Keith decided that it was far too dangerous to attempt eye contact with Lance and instead turned his attention to the glass of soda Lance had shattered across the floor. “Uh, are you going to get that? Or leave it for the waitstaff like an asshole?” Keith cringed after the words left his mouth, even though high school him would have high fived him for it.

Keith didn’t high five anyone, not even Shiro.

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No. Nonononononononono. Lance’s spirit had projected to a plane of existence where he was free to scream about how fucking cruel the world was. It was cruel. Miserable. And, worst of all, it knew Lance’s type.

Lance hadn’t been the only one to change, and in hindsight, he’d know that was a possibility, but at the same time, this was just cruel.

Keith Kogane was gorgeous.

Lance was dying.

Keith was currently watching Lance through thick lashes, lips turned into the cutest pout in this side of town. His hairstyle was questionable, but it somehow suited him, framing pale skin perfectly. His acne was gone, and maybe that’s why Lance was just now noticing that Keith’s eyes were in the spectrum of blue and violet and utterly gorgeous. Not to mention his voice-cracking had left him with a low, raspy voice that did things to Lance’s spine whenever he spoke.

Lance had recently come to terms with his bisexuality, but Keith Kogane was going to make him full on gay.

Hunk would never let him live it down.

Speaking of Hunk, his best friend nudged him hard in the side, forcing Lance to return to his body.

“W-what…?” He croaked, continuing to stare at Keith.

“Oh boy,” Hunk, who had lived through all of Lance’s previous crushes, muttered under his breath.

Keith seemed to not even want to meet his eyes, turning his attention to the glass at Lance’s feet.

“The glass you dropped?”

Lance had dropped a glass? Lance glanced to the floor to see that he had, in fact, dropped a glass of soda.

“Oh!” Lance looked around, finding a waitress that was side-eyeing him thoroughly. “Hey, I’m sorry. Can I get a broom or something? I’ll clean it up.” He offered. The waitress huffed out a breath before walking to the backroom. Lance snuck another glance at Keith, only to notice that Keith was eyeing him back.

This wasn’t what he’d planned at all. He planned to thoroughly ruin Keith Kogane’s life, only now Keith Kogane was ruining his.

With his face.

“So,” Shiro began, looking to play peacekeeper, “how has it been on this hemisphere? Iverson still making freshmen cry?”

“Of course,” Hunk answered when Lance seemed marginally more invested in his staring contest with Keith. “Just the other day he made this poor kid run out of the classroom in tears.”

“Classic Iverson,” Shiro noted.

“What happened to your acne?” Lance blurted out. The table descended into silence as everyone’s attention drifted to Keith.

“What happened to yours?” Keith fired back.

“I outgrew it, obviously.”

“Same. Obviously.”

Lance bristled at the same time Keith stood up and Shiro was on his feet a moment later, a literal wall between the two of them.

“Easy! Hey! Easy you two!” He ordered firmly. “Let’s not start a fight and get kicked out, alright?” He directed this mainly at Keith who sent him a look right back.

“Shiro’s right, Lance,” Hunk muttered under his breath. “This is the only place in town where the cook knows how to probably toast the cheese on their pizza for that nice crunchy char. Do not ruin this for me.”

“I can’t help it that his face looks like that!”

“Like what?” Keith snapped.

“Like it somehow figured out how to become hot?!” Lance fired back. Keith opened his mouth to retort, only for Lance’s words to actually catch up to him.

“W-what?” Keith managed, eyes wide.

“What?” Lance repeated back at him. Keith’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“You just said-”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lance cut him off in a panic, looking as if he was prepared to turn tail and run.

“Oh my god,” Hunk muttered under his breath, turning away completely.

Keith glared at him for a long moment, looking as if he didn’t know what to say in response to that.

“Sir!”

Lance jumped, looking to his left to see the waitress from before frowning at him in disapproval. Lance was pretty sure he broke a world record for ‘fastest glass disposal in presence of sudden new crush and various friends’ because under a minute later he was shooting Keith a flustered glare as he grabbed Hunk’s arm and dragged (read: Hunk walked him over) to a booth on the opposite side of the restaurant.

“Okay,” Lance whispered, shooting furious glances over at the booth Keith was still occupying. “Change of plans.”

“Mm?” Hunk hummed, munching at his pizza.

“Only, I have absolutely no idea how to change the plans.” Lance hissed. ‘How did he do that thing with his face?!”

“What thing?” Hunk asked between chews.

“The gorgeous thing!” Lance hissed, crowing in anger when Hunk burst into laughter. “Hunk! Keep it down!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Hunk giggled. “Have you considered asking him out?” He suggested amiably.

“Me? Go on a date with Keith Kogane?!” Lance cried loud enough to turn a few heads. “I can’t do on a date with him, we were rivals for years, Hunk! Remember that one time he was walking down the hallway and I clotheslined him and-”

“Lance,” Hunk said, eyeing his pizza critically before he took a bite. He met Lance’s gaze evenly while he chewed. “What are you going to do if someone else from school sees how much he’s changed and asks him out?” He asked casually.

Lance slammed his hands on the table, scrambling to his feet and all but running over to Keith’s table. Hunk watched him go for a long moment, vaguely wondering if he’d be able to get some sleep tonight.

#klance #kymmo-draws #fluff #voltron fanfiction #shatt

[kallura-icedcoffee]

golden hour: gossamer

Masquerade

I’ve got you in my web

Allura had been staring at the proposal for so long, lost in the details, that the envelope flopping down on her desk actually startled her.

“Easy there.”

“Sorry, I have until the end of the day to submit this, gotta make sure it’s five by five.”

“I’m sure father will approve.”

“I’d rather stand in front of a firing squad, less pressure” she said.

“We wouldn’t have hired you if you couldn’t handle it.”

Allura picked up the envelope and leaned back in her leather office chair, adjusting her glasses as she inspected it, turning it over to see a red wax seal on the back.

“Fancy. What am I looking at?”

“Just a little shindig I throw every Halloween.”

“Aren’t you a little old for this type of thing Lotor?”

“Oh this is a very adult affair I assure you.” He sat on the edge of her desk, fiddling with her name plate.

She slipped her manicured finger in the flap and broke the seal.

“Invitation only so don’t forget to bring that with you or you don’t get in. Oh and no plus ones.”

Allura’s brow arched.

“See you there.” Lotor winked before casually striding out of her office.

The night of the party Allura found herself striding up a grand walkway toward a mansion she’d never been to before with butterflies in her stomach. Her black gossamer lace gown with spider web details hugged her curves as she moved, giving peeks of her skin underneath in addition to the blatant slits up the sides. The black and gold horned masquerade mask on her face shifted and her hand quickly went to the back of her head to make sure it was tied securely while still trying to hold her umbrella. This was the most decadent thing she had ever worn, so much so that she felt nervous and slightly wishing Lotor had thrown some frat level house party instead. Knuckles gently rapped against the wood a few times.

The door slowly opened where a masked doorman took her umbrella as well as her invitation. Many guests were already there, dressed in their finest, all masked. Allura had no idea who was who save for the tall white haired bachelor who strode toward her. He wore a long deep blue coat with beaded embellishments and his mask resembled the top part of a skull with the nose elongated.

“You look ravishing.” Lotor took her hand and kissed it.

“This place is insane, who’s house is this?”

“Nothing to worry your pretty little head about. In fact you’ll enjoy this evening to its fullest the less questions you ask. Care for a drink?” He snagged a waiter as he walked by. Allura took a flute of champagne.

“Come let me show you around” he continued.

Lotor gave her a tour of the ballroom and the gardens before stopping to introduce her to some acquaintances. Allura smiled, shook hands, nodded at the small talk with feigned amusement. Wanting a non-suspicious escape she downed the contents of her flute quickly and excused herself to the bar set up in the mansion’s library to get a fresh drink.

“May I have a dirty martini please?”

“How dirty?”

“Filthy.”

The bartender nodded and started pouring contents into a shaker.

“Filthy…” a voice next to her repeated.

Allura glanced to her left find a dark haired stranger next to her. Black on black, the coat velvet, the shirt unbuttoned just enough. His hair was purposely messy, his mask a golden take on Phantom of the Opera. His cologne wafted into her nostrils.

“Make that two” he finally spoke again.

The bartender acknowledged his request as he poured Allura’s drink into a glass and pushed it over. She took a sip as she contemplated whether she should strike up a conversation. She was terribly awkward when it came to flirting, but in this dress and with this mask perhaps she could pretend to be someone confident in the matters of the heart for a single evening.

“Allura?”

She turned in the other direction at the sound of her name.

“Nyma? Is that you?”

“In the flesh!” The blonde from accounting spun around to show off her blood red dress. Her mask resembled a butterfly.

“You look amazing!” Allura went in for a hug.

“Hoping to snag a certain Mr. Holt tonight.” She smirked while posing with her hands on her hips.

“Is everyone from work here?”

“Oh god no. Only those who Lotor deems worthy. I see you’ve made the cut.”

Allura shrugged playfully.

“Now before I sink my teeth into Mr. Honey Eyes let’s make the rounds to see what other eligible men are here. I like to have options.”

Nyma hooked her arm around Allura’s, pulling her away from the bar. Allura looked back over her shoulder to catch the mystery man staring her down as he sipped his dirty cocktail, filthy in fact. She inhaled sharply.

“So then I said this cheese tastes gouda!” Matt quipped which elicited polite chuckles from the group. Nyma giggled and slapped his arm.

Allura laughed, despite finding the joke quite corny. Her gaze started to wander as Matt started another story until she met eyes with the dark hair stranger from before. He was standing with Lotor and a few other guests. Lotor could be her in if she was willing to take it. She took a large gulp and excused herself.

“Ah Allura,” Lotor welcomed her into the small circle the group had formed, giving her the space between himself and the man in black, “having fun?”

“A lovely time.”

“Allura these are some friends of mine. Axca, Ezor, Kolivan, Regris and Keith. Miss Altea is our newest hire.

Everyone exchanged pleasantries before resuming whatever conversation they were having before Allura cut in. Keith didn’t talk much with the exception of the occasional witty or sarcastic one-liner, each time making sure to look at her when he talked. At some point in the conversation his phone went off.

“No working.” Lotor snapped.

“I’ll be quick excuse me” Keith apologized.

As he stepped away from the group he placed his hand on Allura’s back, running his fingers down her spine slowly as he pushed past her. No one else noticed. Allura let out an audible gasp.

“Everything ok?”

“Uh heh of course, just got a bit of a chill.” She smiled and waved it off, getting back to the conversation.

Some time had passed and Keith didn’t return to the group. Allura attempted to be nonchalant as she scanned the room for him. She’d all but given up hope when she spotted him casually sauntering up the staircase, one hand in his pocket the other holding his drink. Before she could even get her thoughts straight she was already making up some excuse about needing to use the ladies room in order to get away.

This was silly. Was she really about to follow him like some pining puppy? With each step Allura took toward the second floor the answer appeared to be yes. As she traversed the hallway she couldn’t help but notice couples tucked away in dark corners, bedroom doors shut with light pouring through the cracks, muffled laughter, muffled…she felt a tightening in her chest.

She almost missed him as the door to the office was only slightly ajar.

“Lotor send you to retrieve me?”

“Is he that predictable?” She slipped inside.

“He worries I’m not being sociable enough sometimes.” Keith was sitting on the desk, flipping through the pages of a novel he’d pulled from the shelf.

“Events like this can be overwhelming. Stealing some quiet time is understandable. I can leave you alone if you’d like.” Allura offered.

“Considerate, but a man would be foolish to turn you away in a dress like that.”

Keith snapped the book shut and set it aside. Her breath shuddered.

“So you didn’t answer my question from before. Did Lotor send you?”

“I sent myself” Allura replied in a brief moment of boldness.

“Hmm well you’re free to go but if you plan on staying I’d close the door.” Keith suggested as his eyes narrowed on her.

She took a deep breath, her thoughts swirling. She turned on her heel and walked to the door.

And shut it.

And locked it.

A smirk spread across Keith’s face.

Sometime later Allura returned to the party, finding Lotor by the bar.

“Well well, there you are. You’ve been gone a while. Enjoying the party?” he said with a lilt in his voice as he gave her the once over.

“Yes, lovely.” Allura sounded out of breath and her skin appeared flushed. She hailed the bartender and ordered another martini.

Lotor looked at her more intently then chuckled and leaned in.

“You’re wearing the wrong mask” he whispered in her ear.

“E-excuse me?” she stammered.

“Your mask, you’re wearing Mr. Kogane’s mask I believe.”

Allura’s heart stopped.

“And I’m guessing those scratches on your back belong to him too.”

Her hair was currently over her shoulder and she quickly pushed it back to cover up the markings.

“I…well I can explain…”

Lotor laughed and waved her off as he took her freshly made drink and handed it to her.

“As I said in the beginning of the night Ms. Altea, you’ll enjoy this evening to its fullest the less questions you ask.”

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pidge x regris plz?

If I could think of more Pidge x Regris stuff, writing and drawing alike, I DEFINITELY WOULD PROVIDE MORE! They are adorable and I do miss working with them.

But. Just some little notes to hopefully satiate the thirst for them.

These two work very well on missions. They can handle going in the vents to sneak around and get into the systems. They're the masters of stealth and probably figure a way to even silently talk to each other or with motions to keep that stealth going.

Keith simultaneously freaks out and supports them. He sees Pidge as his younger sibling and Regris is his best friend. Them dating? He is supportive and proud, but he also flips out because his little sister figure stole his best friend/his best friend performed the taboo and started dating little sister. But at least he's supportive. He's just having a crisis.

Regris doesn't show his face much for whatever reason. Only a few really know it. But he always lets his guard down with Pidge. He'll even shield his face a bit but remove his mask to talk with her or give her a kiss. It's adorable.

Regris loves Pidge's infodumping and rambling. He knows when she's excited and nervous. He helps her focus when she nervously rambles and he listens patiently and happily when she excitedly infodumps. If a situation isn't good for infodumping, he will remind her to tell him another time because he wants to listen. Seeing her talk a lot about something that makes her happy fills him with joy. Especially when she talks about video games she loves.

There is no big spoon/little spoon positions when they take naps together. It's "curl around Pidge and whatever way she sprawls out". Regris doesn't mind, though. Also, him curling around her, he can tell, even in his sleep, when she's tense, having a bad nightmare, or sleeping well. He's a good lad with this.

Anyway, sorry it's not much, but hopefully it'll help that craving for Pidge x Regris for now.

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Missing Pieces

My gift for @vldshipexchange is for @xblackpaladin who asked for Regeith! It was such an honor to write for you again, hope you enjoy it!

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Summary: Keith has misgivings about leaving the Blade of Marmora and returning to Voltron, and about confessing his feelings for Regris.

Keith stood in front of the shuttle, shifting back and forth on his feet nervously. It had been months since he’d started his training with the Blade, and yet he felt like his time here had been too short. He had finally had a chance to explore the other side of his heritage, and aid the war effort in a way that really mattered—but now his duty lay with Voltron. He had been called back to the Castle of Lions because now that Allura was busy helping Lotor study Altean magic, she didn’t have time to be the Blue Paladin. That meant that Lance filled in for her, and they needed Keith to return to his role in Red. Keith had been looking forward to seeing the paladins again, but now it only filled him with dread.

Keith traced his hands over his face and ears. While Keith was training with the Blade, he had access to optimized Galra nutrition, and it had changed his body. He had grown taller by a small but noticeable amount. His skin had turned purple with twin marks on his cheeks that looked like scars, trailing down to the back of his neck. The whites of his eyes had turned yellow, making the indigo of his irises stand out even more. His ears had elongated into a point, even more exaggerated than Allura’s, with a smaller point on the lobe, and they had much more freedom of movement and expression than they had before. Right now, the way they were pinned back against the sides of his head indicated trepidation.

It occurred to Keith that none of the Blades had pointed out his physical transformation. It was just normal to them; it made him fit in better, even. He wasn’t sure if the paladins would be as accepting. He remembered the way Allura had looked at him when she first found out that he had Galra blood. Would it get worse now that he looked Galra too? Keith didn’t want to find out. He couldn’t bear being rejected again by the people he had finally begun to see as his family.

At least here in the Blade, he had started to find a family too. He had friends. He had Regris. Keith’s roommate, a half-Galra, half-Sylvyth hybrid, could relate to Keith’s worries about not fitting in, and the two of them had quickly become inseparable friends.

Keith couldn’t explain the way his heart fluttered when he thought about Regris, or the tranquility he felt whenever Regris was around. He hoped that Regris felt the same. Keith was afraid to bring up the subject, in case he got rejected and lost Regris as a friend. He had already almost lost Regris twice on dangerous missions, and that had felt like having a piece of his heart ripped out. Seeing him walk away because Keith had misjudged his feelings would almost hurt worse.

“Are you ready to go, Keith?” Kolivan asked, placing a large hand on Keith’s shoulder and startling him out of his thoughts.

“Uh, sure. Just give me a moment,” Keith replied. He glanced around the bright and sterile hangar, empty except for himself and Kolivan. Regris was supposed to meet him here to see him off. Regris was a bit scatterbrained, so Keith wasn’t surprised that he was late, but his heart sank as he realized that he might not get to see him one last time before he left for the Castle.

Keith stepped up the stairs to the shuttle, casting one last longing look over the hangar before he hung his head.

“Keith, wait!” a voice called out. Keith’s head snapped back up, and he glanced in the direction of the hangar entrance. Regris was sprinting towards him, and Kolivan held out their arm to try to hold him back but Regris ducked under it. Kolivan placed their head in their hand and shook their head as Regris jumped up onto the stairs, perching himself on the railing next to Keith.

“How nice of you to finally show up,” Keith said wryly. “I thought you weren’t going to come.”

“How could I miss seeing off my best friend?” Regris panted through his mask. “I don’t really have time to give you a proper send-off hug or anything. But listen.” He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “The comm system is scheduled for maintenance a week from tomorrow at midnight, and any communications won’t be recorded. Want to call me for a little catch-up video chat?”

“That sounds great,” Keith said with a smile.

“Perfect. Got your watch?” Regris asked. Keith nodded, and raised his wrist. Regris pressed his wrist against Keith’s to check that the watch he had given him was still synced with his own. Keith felt his face involuntarily heat up at the contact, and hoped Regris wouldn’t notice.

“I’ll see you then,” Regris said. Then, Kolivan pulled him down by his tail and scolded him, saying something about how he could show up on time or not at all. Keith snickered, giving a fond look to Regris as he was dragged out the door, and then made his way into the cockpit of the shuttle. The knot of nerves in his stomach had miraculously untangled.

~

Midnight on the castle was dark and quiet, and the rest of the paladins were asleep when Keith snuck out of his room. Only the hum of the machinery accompanied the sound of his bare feet thumping against the floor as he followed the pale blue lines of light to the communications room. His ears twitched, carefully listening for anyone moving around who could catch him sneaking out past curfew.

He wasn’t supposed to contact the Blade of Marmora outside of essential mission communications. Not that the rules had ever stopped Keith before. Once he reached the comm screen, Keith made a call to the Blade communications office. The screen displayed a small, dark room, crowded with servers and tangled wires, cast in an indigo glow by the light strips on the walls. No one was there.

Keith’s gut twisted as he thought that Regris might have forgotten about their meeting time. Then, he saw Regris walking into the frame, and Keith couldn’t help the relieved grin that spread across his face. Regris hurriedly sat down in the chair and pulled on his headphones.

“Hi, Keith,” Regris said, and Keith’s heart swelled at the sound of his voice. “Sorry I was a little late. I had trouble finding the code to get into this room.”

“Are you sure you’re not going to get in trouble for being here?” Keith asked, his voice wavering with concern.

“Nah. I’m in training to become a communications officer. I’ll just tell Kolivan that I was practicing with the equipment,” Regris replied breezily. “Oh, hang on a tick.”

Regris seemed to notice suddenly that he was still wearing his mask. It was like a part of him, so Keith couldn’t blame him for forgetting. Regris had corrective lenses implanted in his mask because Sylvyth had poor vision compared to Galra. Once he took off the mask, he immediately put on his glasses, which he had explained to Keith that he only wore on base because he was worried they would get broken on missions.

It was a shame that he didn’t get to wear them more often, since he looked adorable in them. His red irises and yellow sclera were magnified by the lenses, and he blinked at the screen a few times while his vision adjusted. “Ah, that’s much better,” said Regris. “How have things been over there, Keith?”

Keith hunched his shoulders toward his ears and glanced away from the screen. He pulled his feet onto the chair and curled his knees up to his chest. “Awkward,” Keith replied finally. “For one thing, no one expected me to come back looking like this.” Keith gestured vaguely to his face.

“They’re your friends. I’m sure they don’t care how you look,” Regris said.

“No, you’re right. They’re not rude about it or anything,” Keith agreed. Aside from Hunk bragging that I knew he was going to turn purple! and Lance sulking because Keith had grown half an inch taller than him, no one really brought it up.

“But that’s not the only problem,” Keith went on. “I feel like they found a routine in their lives without me. It’s like I don’t have a place anymore.”

“Aw, Keith…” Regris let out a sympathetic hiss, which was his version of a sigh. “Remember how much you missed them?”

How could Keith forget the lonely nights he’d spent crying in his bunk at the Blade, when Regris would crawl up from his bed and comfort him? That was how the two Blades had met, after all. Keith hadn’t wanted anyone to hear him crying, but his lower bunk-mate had picked it up with his exceptional hearing, and wouldn’t go back to sleep until Keith let him give him a hug. Keith never had to seek him out for comfort; Regris just provided it, without question.

“Yeah?” said Keith, lost in reminiscing.

“I’m sure they missed you too,” Regris said, offering a kind smile.

Of course the paladins had welcomed him back with warm hugs and warm food. But when he went to bed in his small, barren room again that night, he still felt alone. He still felt like he didn’t belong. He knew what made him different now, but that didn’t make it any less difficult.

“I know, but I feel like something is missing,” Keith sighed. “Maybe I belong back with the Blade.”

“You belong wherever your heart says you do,” Regris reassured him.

“Regris,” Keith said, staring down at his knees. After almost losing Regris so many times, all Keith wanted was to be close to him. Every time he saw Regris, Keith was always afraid it would be the last time, that he would never get the chance to tell Regris how he felt. He had to trust that his bond with Regris was strong enough not to be broken by admitting his feelings, even if they weren’t mutual.

He looked back up again and his intense gaze locked with Regris’s. There was still hesitation in his voice, but Keith steeled his nerves and said, “I think I belong with you.”

Regris blinked a few times in surprise, and then an understanding smile softened his features. “I think you do too,” he said. “There will always be a place for you by my side.”

“I wish I could be there with you now,” said Keith, his voice cracking slightly. How he longed for Regris to envelop him in his arms and let him collapse in the safety of his embrace.

“I know. Just hold on,” said Regris. “I’ll see you again soon.”

~

After a couple of weeks of being back on the castle, it was finally starting to feel like things were back to normal. Keith was sitting in the lounge, listening to Hunk and Pidge argue about some technical terms he didn’t understand.

The door slid open, and Shiro walked into the room. “Keith? There’s a member of the Blade of Marmora here to drop off some intel. They’re waiting for you in hangar 5B.”

“You want me to go?” asked Keith.

“Yes. You are a Blade, right? You should be the one to handle our relations with them,” Shiro said matter-of-factly.

“But aren’t you usually the one who talks to Kolivan about important stuff like that?” Keith said.

“Did I say it was Kolivan?” replied Shiro, a hint of a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Understanding washed over Keith’s features, and he hurriedly got up and went down to the hangar.

Keith bounced nervously on his heels while he waited in front of the Blade of Marmora craft. Then the pilot stepped out of it, tail swishing on the ground. “Regris!” Keith called out.

“Keith!” said Regris, and before he even had a chance to lower his mask, Keith ran up to him and threw his arms around him. Regris wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist, lifting him up and spinning him around. He removed his mask and pulled Keith close to nuzzle their foreheads together.

“It’s so good to see you again,” Keith breathed.

“Same to you,” Regris replied. Regris placed him back on his feet, and leaned down to nuzzle his nose against Keith’s again, purring contentedly.

“You’ve never come for a visit before,” said Keith. “Is there a special occasion?”

“Oh, right. I actually do have some intel to deliver to Shiro,” said Regris. They had gotten so distracted by their reunion that they had both forgotten about it. “Actually, it’s more like an announcement.” Regris’s tail and ears twitched with excitement.

“An announcement?” Keith repeated, tilting his head.

“I’m a communications officer!” Regris chirped, grinning brightly.

“Oh, congratulations!” Keith said. He knew how much Regris wanted that job, but he still didn’t exactly know what it was. “What does that mean?”

“It means that I can go on field missions and relay information back to the Blade headquarters,” said Regris. “And I’ve been assigned to work with Voltron and the Coalition.”

Keith’s eyes went wide. “You mean…”

“Yes!” Regris cheered. “I’m going to be staying here with you!”

Regris surged in for another hug, the kind of hug that warmed Keith to his core and made his heart feel whole again. The missing piece of him had finally fallen back into place.

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Blood and Water

For @platonicvldweek​ Day 4: Individual/Group

Keith, unsure what to do regarding the sudden appearance of his mother, turns to the only family he's ever really known

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Keith piloted the Galran fighter back to the Blade of Marmora base with ease. He’d gotten used to navigating between the black holes and the blue star, until he could do it with almost no trouble.

That didn’t help ease the tension of the flight this time around.

After Krolia—his mom—had dropped her bombshell, the flight back had been quiet, uncomfortably so. His head had been swimming with questions that he’d wanted to know the answers to, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask even a single one.

Krolia seemed to respect his decision not to talk, and didn’t push him.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

Landing back at the Marmora HQ was a relief. Watching as the last chances of private conversation left, as other Blade members filed into the hangar, Keith sighed. “Alright,” he said flatly, standing up forcefully. “We’re here.”

“Keith—” Krolia started.

“Don’t,” he cut her off. “Not now.” And with that, he strode off the aircraft to meet Kolivan’s cold gaze.

The Marmoran commander was waiting for them just beyond the exit ramp, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. A masked Blade stood behind him at each shoulder.

“Keith,” Kolivan barked. “Report.”

Keith stood up a bit straighter, his military training from the Garrison kicking in. “Operative located and retrieved, as ordered.”

“And the weapon? Were you able to destroy it?”

Keith looked down at his feet. “No, sir.”

“No? And why’s that?”

“I’m afraid that’s my fault, sir,” Krolia interjected. She glanced quickly at Keith, but he kept his gaze stubbornly fixated on the ground. “Perhaps if we could debrief in a more private setting—”

But Kolivan’s attention was fixated firmly on the smaller Blade before him. “This was a high stakes mission, Keith,” Kolivan reprimanded. “I told you not to let your emotions get the best of you.”

“Then maybe I wasn’t the right person to send,” Keith muttered, pushing past him.

“Keith!”

But no one made a move to stop him, and he stormed from the hangar without pause.

Would Krolia stand up for him? He pushed the thought from his head. He didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure if he even cared.

He went straight to his room—barrack, really—closing the door behind him and slumping heavily onto his bed. He leaned forward, resting his head in his hands, trying to steady his breathing.

His mom.

He’d just met his mom.

The Mom who he’d never really known, who’d left him and his dad earlier than he can remember, who he had always distantly wondered about—why did she leave? Didn’t she love me? Didn’t she care at all?

Once he’d learned he was Galra, that had opened a whole new wave of questions. Knowledge or death, they’d said. But he came out of those trials with more questions than answers.

The silence was too loud.

Normally, he liked the quiet. But now, alone with his thoughts, he needed some noise, needed some distraction, needed to talk to someone, needed—

He needed Shiro.

Keith had a private communicator. He didn’t use it very much, but he did have one. There were a lot of times since leaving Team Voltron that he’d held it in his hands, barely resisting the urge to call.

But tonight, he gave in.

It took maybe ten ticks for Shiro to answer. Not long, but long enough that Keith considered canceling the call before it even went through.

“Keith?” Shiro’s face filled the screen, immediately on guard. “Is everything okay?”

Keith paused. No, not really. But he couldn’t just say that, couldn’t bring himself to admit it. “Yeah,” he forced. “Just wanted to talk.”

“Ah, Keith!” another voice shouted, and Coran popped into the viewscreen. “It’s good to hear from you!”

Shiro adjusted the angle of the transmission feed so it could better capture both him and Coran, and Keith was greeted with a view of their surroundings. Sleek gray walls, harsh purple lighting, what looked like a computer console in the back, displaying a bright pink screen—

“Where are you guys?”

“Galra high command!” Coran chirped back. “Quite the exciting excursion.”

“Lotor invited us as a show of diplomacy,” Shiro explained. “Coran and I wanted to take a look at their records room, cross-reference current fleet movement with our own charts.

“Everyone else is on the base too,” Coran added. “Should we tell them you’re on the line? I’m sure they’d all love to talk to you.”

“No, that’s fine,” Keith stammered. “I just….”

Shiro furrowed his brow. “Are you sure everything’s alright?”

“Takashi, I….”

It was the use of his first name that got to Shiro. His face tightened, and he turned over his shoulder to address the other person in the room. “Coran, I’m going to take the rest of this call in the other room, okay?”

“Sounds good, number one,” Coran replied. “And Keith?” The Altean gazed at him through the comms screen with a gentle smile. “You let me know if you need anything, alright?”

Keith relaxed ever-so-slightly. “Thanks, Coran.”

The angle of the vidfeed changed as Shiro left the room he was in, stepping through a door into one that seemed much smaller and emptier.

When the door slid closed, Shiro looked intently at Keith, frowning ever-so-slightly. “What’s wrong?” he asked, gentle yet firm. When Keith didn’t respond, Shiro pressed further. “Keith, it’s clear there’s something on your mind,” he said. “I know that things have been rough these past few...well, months. But you know you can talk to me, right?”

“Yeah,” Keith whispered. “I know.” There was a long pause, then he took a deep breath. “I just got back from a mission, and….”

“Did something happen? Like what happened with Regris? Keith, I’m sor—”

“It was a solo mission,” Keith responded absently. “Nothing like that. I was just sent to meet another operative, and she—” His voice broke off, and he took a shuddering breath. “Shiro, I just met my mom.”

He was met by silence.

“Your mom?” Shiro eventually echoed, his eyes wide in shock.

“Yeah,” Keith rasped, closing his eyes tight.

Shiro was quiet for a long moment, mulling that over. “And how do you feel about that?”

“I—I don’t know,” Keith said, running a hand through his hair. “Anxious, mostly? I mean, I’ve always wanted to know who my mom is, but now that I actually found her….” He sighed, his hand moving from his hair to cover his face. “I don’t know.”

“Well, that’s understandable,” Shiro assured him. “This is an stressful situation that just popped up; it makes sense to not know how you feel about it. Let me ask this: how do you want to feel about it?”

“I—” He fumbled for words. “I mean, I guess I want to be happy that I finally met my mom. But…I’m angry. I’m angry that it took this long.” He clenched his fists. “She left me.”

“Maybe she had a good reason.”

Keith looked up sharply. “What reason could be ‘good’ enough to warrant this?” he demanded. “Abandoning your own child—”

Shiro held up his hand in surrender. “I don’t know, Keith. That seems like something you would need to ask her.”

Another long silence.

“Have you talked to her at all?” Shiro asked. “About this?”

“Not really,” Keith confessed.

“Do you want to?”

He shrugged listlessly.

“Okay. What’s stopping you?”

“I don’t know how to be a family!” Keith exclaimed. “I didn’t get to grow up in a loving family like I was supposed to. I had a mom I couldn’t remember, and a dad who disappeared when I was barely old enough for grade school.” He choked back a sob. “Shiro, you’re the closest thing to a family I’ve ever really known, and—” He broke off.

“Keith,” Shiro said gently. “Keith, you’re like a brother to me.” Keith looked up, his breath catching at the familiarity of those words. “And if it’s any consolation, I think you’re the best little brother I could have asked for. There’s no one I’d rather have by my side.”

The boy took a shuddering breath, his voice hitching. “Shiro—”

“You want my advice?” Wordlessly, Keith nodded. “I think you should talk to your mom.”

“Krolia,” he said numbly. “Her name is Krolia.”

“Krolia,” Shiro repeated. “I think you should talk to Krolia.” Keith was silent, and Shiro pursed his lips. “Or I could try talking to her, if you’d prefer,” he offered.

Keith managed a strained laugh. “Somehow, I can only imagine that ending in disaster,” he said. “But thanks.”

“I’ll keep my distance, then,” he said, eyes twinkling. “Though I would like to meet her at some point, if that’s alright with you.”

“Yeah,” Keith said. “I’m sure you’ll get the chance sooner or later.”

Shiro opened his mouth to say something else when the door behind him slid open. “Ah, Shiro?” Coran called, popping his head into the room. “Sentry arrived with a message for you.”

Shiro frowned, turning towards the doorway. “What happened?”

“Apparently, Lance and Pidge and Hunk caused a bit of a disturbance. Something about the robeast coffin?”

“What did those three…?” He broke off, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, I’ll be right there.” When Coran ducked back out of the room, he sighed heavily. “Keith, I’m gonna have to go, I need to track down our wayward paladins.”

Despite everything, Keith cracked a smile. “Right,” he said. “Good luck with that.”

“And you’re always welcome to come back to the castle at any point,” Shiro reminded him. “Coran wasn’t kidding when he said that everyone would be happy to see you. We miss you.”

“I miss you guys too,” Keith said with a smile.

“It’s okay to break sometimes,” Shiro continued. “God knows I definitely have. You don’t need to be the stoic lone wolf. We’re always here if you need us.”

“I know,” Keith said. “Thanks, Shiro.”

“Of course,” Shiro replied. “Anytime.”

“Oh, and Shiro?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t tell the rest of the team yet,” he requested, eyes pleading. “I want to tell them myself.”

Shiro smiled warmly. “Of course. Whenever you’re ready.”

And with that, the call ended.

Keith took a deep breath, focusing his thoughts, then exhaled in a long rush of air. “Okay,” he told himself. “Okay. Here we go.”

He stood up and went over to the door, pressing his palm against the handpad to open it. The door slid open with a hiss, and he nearly ran smack into Krolia.

She stood with one hand raised as though about to knock, and their startled eyes locked onto each other. “Keith,” she said, a bit taken aback, slowly lowering her hand. “I don’t mean to intrude….”

“No, I was just about to go try and find you,” he admitted. Her expression morphed into one of shock, and Keith steeled himself. He stepped aside, leaving the threshold empty. “Do...do you want to come inside?”

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Let’s face it dudes, I just love Pidge interacting with the Galra in any way, shape, or for, in any age, fluff and whump alike. Especially fluff. So, how about a couple of doodles? Se, last night, when I was figuring out Regris and Pidge, it was suggested to me with baby Pidge. And, well, because I like to see Regris and Pidge being close in age (he’s like Lance, Hunk, and/or Keith’s age in my mind), that didn’t fully work at first? But then I ended up drawing her as a baby with Kolivan holding her while working. The second doodle was because a couple of others were all “Teach me how to draw babies”. And honestly? I don’t know how! I just draw a potato looking thing with sausage limbs and a round head. That’s literally it. But, I did the second one this morning to kinda show.  I’ll show the WIP stuff in the cut below.

Anyway! I hope y’all enjoy! Until next time!

Here are the WIPs! Kolivan a bit, going from one pose to a slightly different one.

And then the baby Pidge process.

She’s so smol and squishy.

#Dads of Marmora #Pidge #Pidge Gunderson #Katie Holt #Kolivan #Blade of Marmora Kolivan #Blade of Marmora #VLD #Voltron legendary defender #baby Pidge #child Pidge #she just wants to play with his hair #at least he's holding her instead of sticking her in a pouch to carry #that dark room with the glowing screen can't be good for her eyes though

[azulaphales]

Voltron Survey Meme

Tagged by @turtleduckfantasy ! Thank you! Spoiler warning 

How did you discover the show?

Well, it was thanks to my friend Tirya who sat me down and watched episodes 1-3, and then my friend Elise who on a different occasion made me watch episodes 4-7. This relates to my next answer a little bit...

Was it love at first sight or did it take you a while to get into the show?

After the first 3 episodes of season 1, I thought that the animation was pretty, but giant robot action shows weren’t really my thing plot wise, and I felt like the first hour-long episode dumped so much exposition on us that I didn’t like the pacing. So I slept on it for a couple of months. I didn’t hate it but I didn’t like it enough to watch it on my own. And then my other friend got me to watch a few more episodes, and during the Balmera arc I fell in love with my two first ships, Klance and Hunay, and that was it, I was in it for the long haul. 

Do you have a favorite Paladin?

Obviously from my URL it’s Keith!!! He’s my type of favorite character, brooding and serious with long black hair. But on the inside he’s just a sweet boy who needs love, and I really want to see him get more comfortable with people. He matured a lot as a leader this season and I am so proud of him. 

Do you have a favorite Lion? (If it’s different from your fav paladin, why?)

The Blue Lion is the one I would pilot if I could. I’m certainly not strong willed enough to handle one as temperamental as Red, or as stubborn as Black, if that’s what you mean by why it’s different. So Blue’s the one I feel a connection to most, and the element of water is really special to me. I like Blue’s themes of kindness and compassion and how she helps her paladins grow. The Blue Lion is also so graceful, and versatile, with such unique powers. 

Do you have a favorite Villain?

Tough call, because most of my favorite characters are villains, and then I remembered the one who truly stands out... Morvok. I hated him at first, because you’re supposed to hate him. He’s sniveling and selfish, and he’s a one shot villain (he did make an appearance in the VR game which I was very happy about!). But then I started to fall in love with certain aspects of the little bastard’s design, how comically short he is, his cute chubby body, his exaggerated cartoon expressions that are so rare to see in a “serious” show like Voltron. Slowly I descended into becoming a Morvok Stan. And he’s one of the only Galra villains who didn’t die at the end of his episode! I believe he’s out there somewhere, plotting to rule the universe with Sendak. (my crackship is showing.) If the Olkari commander can come back, so can Morvok. 

Do you have a favorite Alien Race? (recurring and/or minor)

My entire blog is pretty much devoted to Galra, so I think that should be pretty clear!! Thanks dreamworks for turning me into a furry

Favorite side / other character(s)- Rebels, General, Blade of Mamora, Garrison, etc?

Everyone from the Blade of Marmora! Our fallen heroes, Thace and Ulaz, gone too soon. Antok and Regris, I wish they would have gotten more development and shown their faces before being killed for shock value. And our one remaining member from s2, Kolivan, who I love with all my heart and would absolutely die to protect.

How/Why did you join the fandom?

I started reblogging stuff for it, and then I wrote a Hunay fic, and decided to participate in Hunay Week 2017. Nothing had inspired me to write fanfic or draw fanart for a long time and it was great to feel my creative energies again. I met some great people through that event, and I kept doing week events and made my own for Thulaz, a ship that captured me a little later after s2 came out but still owns my heart to this day. The Galra fandom is the place where I’ve made some of my first and best online friends, and they mean the world to me.

Care to share a favorite headcanon?

Ooh boy. Well, spoilers, but in season 6 the last of the Alteans were living on their own planet, right? I started a fic about that almost a year ago. I can’t believe a crack theory of mine came true when I didn’t even base it on evidence. The only reason why I did this was so that a character could have more recent Altean ancestry... and that character is Ulaz. He’s got white hair, elf ears, and pale lavender skin like Lotor, as well as some facial markings, which while they don’t resemble Altean marks, are not common in Galra either. The only strongly Galra trait he has is the pure yellow eyes, which could just mean he’s less than half Altean. I made him a sacred Altean with healing powers and wormhole abilities. And now that in season 6 Lotor said a line almost exactly identical to one Ulaz said, I have a crack theory that these two Galteans might have been friends in the past, and Ulaz might’ve been one of the first to be suspicious of Lotor’s colony, since he was a descendant of one of its residents. Totally not serious meta post on this coming soon, lol. 

What do you think is the best part of the show?

Lately I’ve really enjoyed the fight scenes, as weird as that sounds because that used to be a part of it I didn’t enjoy. The giant robot fights are great, but what I love even more is the melee fights. Keith and Clone Shiro’s fight this season was life changing. I really loved Sendak and Lotor’s fight last season as well, it had me thirsty. Then going back further there’s the Blade of Marmora scene and the Shiro & Sendak fight. I have trouble describing action in writing but it’s harder when VLD’s fight scenes are so beautiful and set such a high standard. Also I like how so much of the show is open to interpretation and theories, although it does leave a lot of room for arguing as well. 

Any hopes and wishes for future episodes / seasons?

Well, I heard in some interview that the creators were thinking of doing a Blade of Marmora backstory spinoff show, and I WOULD DIE FOR THAT. Younger versions of all my faves where they’re squishy and cute and idealistic? Where they don’t die, because we already know how they die in the main canon? Finally getting to see Antok’s face??? SHIP CONFIRMATIONS? (what would it hurt them to make Thulaz canon?) They also said Kolivan founded the Blade and that’d be really interesting. As for what canon can do now, I would’ve liked to see more of Keith at the Blade and learning about his heritage, but I think that arc for him is kind of passed, so I probably won’t get that. 

Do you think you’ll stick it out until the end of the show?

Obviously! I’m way too invested to ever back down. What would fill the gaping hole in my life? I’ll probably still be posting fics a couple years after the finale, too. I have ideas that departed from canon a long time ago and can’t be contained. 

Tag your friends or someone you want to get to know better

Just tagging the ones who’ve seen the season because it would be mean to tag them in a post with spoilers if they haven’t

@revasnaslan @voxiferous @shiroganetakashi 

#voltron #season 6 spoilers #tag meme

[medu-nefer]

24 - Secret Injury - Ulaz

Ulaz grunted when the shockwave bowled him into some heavy machinery standing by the far wall. He felt his jaw connect with some metal protrusion, then his cheekbone and browridge as well.

Meanwhile, his body slammed into a set of cogs, gears and bolts, erupting in a wave of dull pain radiating into his spine, skull and each of his limbs.

When his ears stopped ringing, he slowly started working on extracting himself. It was a tedious process, demanding full attention in his stunned state. Some of the bolts, each at a different angle, had pierced his armour and if he shifted his weight onto them, he might end up driving them into his body. If they hadn’t torn through his skin already, that is. It was hard to tell, what with how his entire body ached from the collision.

He managed to slide off the construction just as the rest of his team dashed into the room.

‘Ulaz!’

Regris hissed and his tail swatted at Thace’s arm. ‘No names!’

Thace tilted his head in a gesture of apology, and trotted towards Ulaz but another explosion – this time far enough to merely make everything shake rather than catapult everyone from their feet – stopped him in his tracks.

They all looked in the direction of the sound but Ulaz’s attention was quickly pulled from it and to his stomach. He pressed his fingers against one of the tears in his suit and felt a nauseating lance of acute pain.

When he brought his hand closer to his eyes, it was covered in red.

An angry scowl worked its way onto his masked face as he glared at the hot liquid on his glove.

An injury was a basis for cutting a mission short. Risking a Blade’s life and more importantly, possibly revealing the presence of rebels to the Galra, was more important than gathering intel, barring some very extreme instances.

But they were almost done and their team had never failed a single mission before.

He reached into the pouch on his belt and grabbed a sealant foam in spray.

‘We need to get moving,’ Regris said, tailtip flicking nervously.

‘Just let me seal the tears and I’m ready to go.’

‘Are you sure?’

When Ulaz lifted his gaze, Thace was standing just a few paces from him, worry clear in the set of his body. Ulaz reached out to him and squeezed his bicep. ‘You know I am, love.’

His words placated Thace and the slightly bigger Galra walked away to join Regris in planning their next move, allowing Ulaz to deal with sealing his suit.

‘Not the best substitute of proper medical care but hey, it works,’ the medic murmured under his breath, watching how the foam hardened.

While not made for the purpose of sealing wounds, Ulaz knew from experience it worked, and quite well. Yes, it left some irritation and might result in slightly longer recovery time but not even by much. None of the Blades he had patched up on the run ever complained.

It would hurt, yes, but he was going there mostly as support anyway. Regris was extracting data while Thace dealt with possible resistance. The variety of Ulaz’s skills made him a valuable aid in either of those positions, but his medical knowledge as well as agility usually granted him more of a spectator role for the most part.

Besides, in four vargas he would be in the medical wing of their base already.

They would be fine.

Both of them.

******

Ulaz watched a single comet cross the entire length of the massive window on one of the sub-decks of the Marmoran headquarters. He was sitting sideways on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest, head resting on the screen.

Some believed comets helped make wishes come true and a part of him desperately wanted to make one, but the other part was scoffing at the notion. Besides, there was nothing, no wish, that could fix what had gone wrong.

One of his hands dropped to his stomach, where a thick layer of bandages was wrapped around his wound. It had been deeper than he assumed. The foam had got into his bloodstream and got absorbed by the nearest organ, impairing its functions severely. It had taken a little more time than he calculated to get to the infirmary.

He stroked the bandages absentmindedly, staring out the window, lost in thought. It was possibly the worst day of his life and all he could do was sit there and stare.

Finally, he reached for the datapad that lay by his side and propped it up on his knees. He then turned it on and was greeted by a scan image. Most of the screen was light gray, tinted with pale blue, but there was a small pinkish shape in the middle. It was a blob, really; nothing more than a conglomeration of cells. Just his greatest dream.

He swiped at the screen with his thumb almost casually and blinked when the next scan image was displayed, from just vargas ago. All blue. No pink.

He bit his lip, hard, until he could taste blood on his tongue, to keep his sight from blurring. It was unfair, but that was what you got for being a quiznaking idiot.

Wouldn’t want to pass those genes on, now would we?

Suddenly, the door to the room slid open and Ulaz hurried to wipe at his eyes, just in case. His cheeks felt kind of moist.

When he looked up, he saw the enormous relief written all over Thace’s face and felt a pang of pain and guilt in his heart. Forcing a smile onto his face, he chirped softly for his mate, assuring him of his wellbeing. An answering trill eased some of his pain.

Ulaz looked down, knowing he had less than a dobosh until Thace got close enough to see for himself. He swiped back to the first image and stared hard at it, then looked up again to glance at his beloved’s face.

Without looking, he deleted the image and reached his free hand out for Thace. His mate gently helped him to his feet and kissed him on the forehead while his arms snaked around Ulaz’s torso to press him into his chest.

‘You okay, baby? I heard you did get hurt in that explosion.’

‘Yes, but it’s nothing big.’ Ulaz propped his head up on Thace’s collarbone and looked him in the eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. ‘I am not cleared for duty quite yet though, so I guess I’m going to need someone to look after me. Preferably in my room. Bed sounds amazing.’

Thace’s deep laughter ruffled Ulaz’s mohawk. ‘Sounds good to me.’ He took a step back and appraised him carefully. However, he was unable to hide the playful tinkle in his eye. ‘Should I carry you there?’

Ulaz laughed, even though his chest still felt constricted, as if someone had clasped a metal band around him. ‘I definitely wouldn’t mind that.’

He slithered under Thace’s arm and pressed himself as close to his side as he possibly could, trying to sap his body heat and purring when his mate grabbed his free hand to intertwine their fingers.

Thace was Ulaz’s life, his universe, the very reason why he kept fighting no matter what. He needed to make this universe a place worth of Thace’s presence, a place where they could raise the young they dreamt of. He would do literally anything for him.

But there was no need for them both to grieve, was there?