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smellslikebeefinhere · 8 months

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klance oneshot, teen and up audiences

prompt: i could never hate you

Honestly, Lance hadn’t even been planning on stopping by the training room.

Really, he was only innocently making his way to the kitchens (with no intention of stealing Hunk’s dessert whatsoever…) and just… happened to hear a particularly pained groan coming from the door to the training room. Naturally, being a very caring and kind person by nature, Lance opened the door only to check, and just… ended up staying.

Completely normal. Nothing homosexual or weird going on at all.

Okay, who was he kidding, he was totally just here to ogle Keith.

But who could blame him! Sure, the paladin of the Red Lion could be pretty mopey, and broody, and Lance wasn’t even gonna start on the obvious anger issues. But in the training room, he almost seemed to let go, in a strange way.

It was like fighting came naturally to him. Like he was made for it. Keith brought his sword down on the drones like it was an art form, and Lance couldnt help but admire the fluidity and grace. The way his hair formed dark waves in the air, his movements almost like water. And yeah, he would admit, it was kind of creepy.

But his crush on the red paladin had been going on for a while, and while Lance had accepted it was never going to happen, it couldn’t hurt to indulge just a little, right?

(Boy, was he wrong.)

Lance was suddenly snapped out of waxing poetic about Keiths raven-dark hair when a loud voice echoed through the room.

«Training sequence over.»

Lance barely had time to think shit before Keith Kogane himself turned around and caught his eyes.

Lance could feel the blush creeping up his neck as the boy stared at him. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Keith look this caught off-guard (and that was saying something. Lance had seen him look completely unfazed after just having been shot at from what looked like a space-giraffe.)

The silence continued on for a short while, but for Lance it might as well have lasted a year. He couldnt’ imagine how dumb he must look, in his sweatpants and a blue shirt that was a little too tight around the shoulders, just standing in the doorway. Probably red as a tomato, too. Dios mio.

«Can i-« Keiths voice came out a little rough, so he cleared his throat. «can i help you? With anything?» The question seemed completely genuine, with no hint of sarcasm. Lance was still trying to come up with an excuse.

«Oh, pshh, no i was just on my way to art, and then i just heard- well, no, on my way to the kitchen, i mean you looked like art-« Keith was just staring at him, slack-faced. «Not like, like art in a pretty way, in a… totally horrible way, like a Picasso or something, ANYWAY-« Lance’s horribly failing explanation was interrupted by the softest question he had ever heard uttered from Keiths mouth, so quiet he wasn’t even sure he heard it.

«You were watching me?»

The question sounded so unsure Lance couldnt help but soften a bit himself.

«Yeah.»

Oh, wow, the floor here was really interesting. Lance had never noticed the way it was made up of hexagons before.

«Yeah, I was.»

Now it was Keith’s time to flush. And Lance was not prepared for the red tinge dusting across his cheekbones and painting the tips of his ears. Art.

«I’m, uh, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything. It was just, I…» Lance could feel his own heart beating, and wow, was that normal? Maybe he should take a trip to the healing pods after dying of embarrassment later.

«It was just nice to see you doing something that wasnt yelling at me, for once.» The words came out with a laugh, but really Lance couldnt feel less happy. Because it really had been.

Sometimes it felt like the only thing they did was fight. And it was fun, sure, but Lance wanted… other stuff, too.

He wanted Keith to laugh with him, the way he did with Hunk. Wanted to nerd over things like astrophysics or piloting together. Wanted to talk to him, really talk to him. Wanted to be able to look at Keith without feeling like he didn’t matter.

And suddenly there were tears pricking at his eyes. Mierde, how mortifying. Lance started walking out of the room trying to choke back that awful feeling in his throat.

«Sorry, I’m sorry, Keith, hahah,»

«Don’t say that.»

Lance stopped dead in his tracks.

«I- don’t say that.»

Keiths voice was quiet but decided. He sounded almost… angry. But not for the reasons he should be.

«Lance, i didn’t know you…» Keith looked at a loss for words. «I didnt realize you looked at me as anything other than your stupid rival, or whatever.» Keith looked almost bashful as he studies his shoes.

«I dont really hate you. I just… it seemed like you really hated me. And i was just playing along with it. So stupid…» Lance’s heart breaks a little, he thinks. How could he ever think- ever- that Lance had even the smallest bit of hate for this boy in his heart? Jealousy, sure. Irritation, hell yeah. But hate? If Keith only knew…

«I dont hate you, Keith. I could never hate you.»

Lance’s voice is softer than he intended it to be, and he winces at the implications of his words.

«No?» Keith breathes, and Lance feels it on his skin. When did they get so close? And when did Lances hand end up on Keiths shoulder?

«How could you even think that i- if you had any idea what i really-« Lances words fail him. If this boy thought even for a second that Lance hated him, he would just have to prove him wrong in the most foolproof way he knew how.

Keith gasped as their lips connected. His lips were warm, and lightly chapped, and it only lasted for a second, but it was easily the best kiss Lance had ever had. Because it was him.

It was Keith- arrogant, loyal, jealous, strong, scarred, brave, beautiful Keith. His Keith. Who he had just kissed.

Oh my god, Lance had just kissed Keith.

He immediately backed away, failing to notice the shocked blush on Keiths face. «Oh my- Dios mio, I am so sorry, lo siento rojo, I know you dont- I’m so sorry,»

Keiths hands fist in his sweater and Lance is sure he’s about to get sucker punched before-

«Will you stop saying that,» and Keith drags him down by his shirt and crushes their lips together.

It’s like fireworks. And theyre both inexperienced and the angle is slightly awkward, but Lance tilts his head just so and he sees stars. Keith kisses like he does everything else, white-hot and burning, and so full of passion its almost too much.

But not really. Never too much, as Lance’s hands find their way into that stupid mullet, as Keith gasps into his mouth and he presses his tongue to the seam of Lances mouth, and Lance is sure that if he opened his eyes right now everything would be on fire.

But unfortunately, humans do need oxygen to live, and Lance reluctantly breaks the kiss and lets his forehead fall to Keith’s.

«You don’t hate me,» Keith, red-lipped and pupils blown, almost whispers against his cheek.

«No,» Lance says as he look down at the boy he loves, «I really, really don’t.»

#klance #laith #oneshot #klancerenaissance #voltron #i loved this prompt #they mean so much to me #klance2023 #they are so dumb #writing #fanfiction #vld lance #vld #vld keith #vld fanfiction

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icypantherwrites · 5 months

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New Fanfic: Missing

Summary: Lance isn’t sure he’s ever felt this tired before. It’s not just from the lack of sleep (even though he’s getting plenty of it every night). It’s not just because of the near endless list of chores he does because everyone else has far more important things to do and he should try to pull his weight where he can. And it’s not entirely from the heavy disappointment that seems to emanate from Shiro every time he looks at Lance and has to be reminded of how much Lance doesn’t measure up to Keith when he was the Red Paladin while he struggles to be a Paladin worthy of the title. But all of those things together (although is he missing one? He’s so tired, it’s hard to focus)? They’re heavy and exhausting and Lance is so tired.

So, so tired.

Chapter One snippet:

The bell above the door jingled, interrupting the alien and Hunk poked his head into the shop with a cheerful, “Lance!” but there was a slight crease to his brow and as Lance looked past him he could see Shiro standing outside.

And he did not look happy.

Lance winced.

He’d no doubt spotted Hunk hefting around the groceries by himself and assumed the worst of Lance rather than asking Hunk why Lance wasn’t there. Then again, maybe he had and decided plant buying didn’t rank very high on the list.

He just couldn’t do anything right these days.

“That’s all right,” Lance inclined his head at her, mustering up a smile. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. Just some light and water, yeah?”

“Yup,” she chirped at him. “And,” her grin widened, “be sure to give those flowers when they bloom to your pretty lady friend I can see you were thinking about.”

Lance didn’t quite squeak but Hunk let out a choked snort and Lance glared at him even as his cheeks lit themselves on fire.

They went back to normal pallor though as he exited into the sunshine and to Shiro’s frown where the man was surrounded by grocery bags.

“You were supposed to be assisting Hunk,” Shiro cut right to it. “He informed me it was no issue but you know better, Lance. It’s unfair to your teammate and given the fact our faces are semi known from the Voltron show it’s unsafe to be wandering alone in the event an Empire informant is here.”

Lance lowered his eyes, unable to hold Shiro’s hot stare. “Sorry,” he whispered.

There wasn’t anything else to say.

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theroundbartable · 12 days

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God Lance continues. This chapter: Mind games and smooches. Lol.

#vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron #klance #keith #lance #ao3 #fanfiction #vld fanfiction #god lance #karak'nirir

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crybabyddl · 1 year

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Looking Sharp

Part 2

Keith Kogane x Fem!Reader

Warning: smut, knife play, degradation, praise, dirty talk, swearing. Please do not interact with this content if you are not 18+

Author’s Note: happy keithtober, happy kinktober let’s fucking gooooo

^^^LMAO it’s been WAYYYY too long. Like, over a year. I’m so sorry to everyone who has been waiting for this bc I’ve racked up quite a taglist for this story alone haha. But seriously, thank you for all the support on part 1 and I hope you enjoy part 2!!!🥰

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“You, Y/N, are a tease,” Keith’s look turns cold in replacement of the heat from his lustful gaze. “And I’m tired of it. Let’s see just how clean cut you are…”

His voice trails off, as well as his stare. His pupils are redirected to the thin, beautifully crafted knife, and I have no choice but to let my eyes follow.

He drags the weapon agonizingly slowly up my leg. The pressure is feather light. The ghost of Keith’s disconnected touch has my body temperature doing cartwheels.

“When I have you begging me to let you cum as I press this cold, sharp blade on the inside of those precious thighs of yours, shall we?”

Just when I thought my jaw was locked shut in disbelief and awe, his sensual musings easily loosened that tension.

“Y-yes. Oh my god, yes.” I breathe, reaching out for the paladin’s chest to bring him closer.

Keith evades my grasp and moves to spin me around, holding me flush against him. I can feel the dagger’s chill on my neck while his erection meets my backside.

“Not like you had much of a choice.”

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It was almost too good to be true—somehow Keith knew my body as well as I did. The way he tightened his hold on me whenever I’d try to squirm out of his grasp; the icy stares he’d give me whenever a gasp escaped my lips.

Part of me felt guilty for enjoying this so much. It made no sense, but that didn’t stop me from worrying. My anxiety must’ve been evident on my face, because Keith seemed to notice something was amiss.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice was softer, trading in his raspy, demanding tone for considerate and gentle inflections. The swordsman even lowered his knife, genuinely concerned for my wellbeing.

“Sorry,” I sighed, separating myself from him completely. “It’s just a lot all at once, you know? Plus, I never really thought this would happen. I mean, you’re… you, and I’m just me. It doesn’t make much sense.”

“What are you talking about? That’s ridiculous, Y/N.” Keith’s eyebrows arch as he searches my eyes for an indication of some sort.

“I– well, I just got overwhelmed is all.” I shrugged as my mouth formed a grimace.

“No, not that part. I totally understand that, and I feel it too! I’m talking about the whole ‘you’re you and I’m just me’ thing. Why would you think that?” Keith actually looks pained when he repeats my own words back to me.

“Think about it, Keith. You and I are so different and if something like this never happened, we probably never would’ve known how we felt about each other. And if you take into account our personalities in general, anything between us is bound to end in disaster. Like I said, we don’t make much sense.” I look down at the floor, unable to meet his—without a doubt—awkward sympathetic gaze.

“We don’t have to make sense! We just have to like being around each other! I’ve never felt this way with anyone before; do you know how hard it is for me to admit something like that? There’s no way to know what happens or what’ll become of any of this, but it’s not important right now. I never thought I’d be the one to say that, but it’s the truth.”

“I guess I just thought that you were too good for me. I mean, you’re a paladin of Voltron for fuck’s sake!”

Keith stays silent for a moment, smiling softly to himself as he looks down at the ground.

“Keith?” I try to recapture his attention, waving a hand in front of his face. He laughs again.

“Are you kidding? You’re practically perfect! Smart, kind, funny, a badass fighter, and god, you are so pretty.”

“I’m far from perfect, silly. Besides, that’s how I feel about you!” I feel my cheeks burning, but try my best to ignore it.

Keith closes the distance between us and gently grabs my face with both hands. Before I can think better of it, my hands find their way on top of his, keeping his touch there.

“Will you ever learn to take people for their word?” He chuckles.

I lean into his touch, and I could’ve sworn my heart was beating out of my chest in that moment.

“Probably not.” I shrugged, looking up at the paladin and giving him a sly smirk.

He rips his hands out of my grasp, my cheeks becoming cold from the sudden loss of his touch.

“Well then,” Keith is quick to sweep his leg under me, sure to catch me before I trip, laying me down gently on the floor. My breathing becomes ragged as he positions himself over me. I feel trapped, but I don’t mind it now. “I guess I’ll have to take care of that, won’t I?”

“Good luck with that.” I say nonchalantly, or at least as nonchalantly as possible. I was doting on his every breath, impatiently anticipating what his next words, movements, or touches would be.

“Thanks. Not that I needed the encouragement, but I will say it does help.”

The silence that would’ve formed between us is swiftly overthrown by my sudden gasp as Keith brings his knife back into the equation. He has it against my cheekbone, the blade is horizontal as its steely edge rests upon my skin.

“Does it turn you on that your life is in my hands?”

“I trust you.” I tell him. He would never hurt me, at least not without my consent. Despite his confidence on the battlefield, he was typically quite awkward in conversation.

“Oh, that’s sweet, you think this is about trust. I could do whatever I wanted to with you right now. You’re just my plaything and you won’t be forgetting that by the time I’m done with you.” His smirk is subtle, but it brandishes its image in my brain with hot iron.

He’s still on top of me, but he’s apprehensive, meaning I can still take control of the situation. I use the opportunity to grab him by his collar, yanking him down so his face is mere inches from mine. His dark blue, almost indigo eyes are locked into mine. He seems more vulnerable, but Keith always shields himself from others to some degree.

“Well tough shit, paladin. I don’t answer to anyone but myself.”

“Is that so?” he looks skeptical. “Well if that’s the case, then I guess I’ll be on my way out–”

“Wait!” I place my hand around the back of his neck, releasing my other hand from its grip on the collar of his shirt.

Keith eyes me, offering a quizzical hum.

“Please stay. I was just trying to be sexy and defiant! I don’t actually want you to go.”

While his expression gave no insight as to what he might be feeling, I could tell Keith was affected by my confession. I just wasn’t sure how. He was sitting up straight now, a distance created between us.

The moment was only a few seconds away from being awkward when I heard him scoff. Not only that, but that same smirk from before had returned.

“You were trying to be ‘sexy and defiant’?”

“Uh,” I swallowed hard, but not audibly. “Yeah. Those were the words I chose to say out loud.”

“I’m sure you’re wishing you’d chosen something better to say, aren’t you?” He laughed into the last word he spoke.

I nodded.

“That’s the thing about honesty,” he pauses, leaning back over me, looking directly into my eyes. “It leads to weakness.”

His words sent fire down my sternum. Feeling the cool metal of his blade return to my neck shot that heat downward, pooling in my stomach and searing against my clit.

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wltsleakirazine · 11 months

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We Live to Sabotage: Final Chapters POSTED

The time is here! Our final chapters, 19 & 20, of We Live to Sabotage, a collaborative Leakira fic, are now posted! The finale of our fic was written by @lvecean!

Our two art pieces for chapter 19 were drawn by @bluegirlartist and @runnyfawno, and our art piece for chapter 19 were drawn by @steffanarts!

Chapter 19 Summary: Escape and tragedy.

Chapter 20 Summary: Akira's life changes.

Thank you so much to everyone who’s read this story, we all appreciate the support you’ve given us! Leakira has been a big part of the Klance fandom as a fun AU, and we’re excited we were able to be part of it in some meaningful way.

Thank you so much as well to our talented contributor team, both for our main story (which is this fic) and our merch oneshots (which won’t be released publicly from us, although some merch writers may choose to release it on their own accounts). We urge you to check out and support everybody, as most of them are still out there writing and drawing for everybody to see!

Another big thanks as well to captainlumin and kciths for creating this AU in the first place– we’re not sure where they’ve ended up in life or what their current @s may be (if they even are still on social media), but we are grateful for the start of such a powerful AU idea that burst through the fandom and connected people to one another!

We hope you enjoyed these final chapters, and we especially hope you enjoyed this story overall!

Mission objective: Complete!

READ CHAPTERS 19 AND 20 HERE!

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dappercritter · 11 months

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I'm probably going to hell for this but

Hey I'm looking for a Lotura fic.

There was fanart of it that was really nice and polished, with the two of them in a ship hallway with reddish tinting and purple lights (so probably a Galra cruiser), they had to stand close because the corridor was narrow or decontamination protocol stuff, and they look reasonably flustered about it.

The fic description mentioned this being part of some kind of diplomatic mission?

I swear I saw it in a tumblr post on here but I lost track of it, and now I have now clue whether it was real or a dream.

Does anyone know what I'm talking about?

UPDATE: FOUND IT!

Turns out I was misremembering it completely and it was this post by the talented @minamorsart of their fic, The Empyreal Within.

#I'm not getting back into vld I just want good content of my ship #vld #vld fanart #vld fanfiction #voltron #voltron legendary defender #allura #vld allura #princess allura #vld lotor #prince lotor #lotura #lotura fanart #lotura fanfic #lotor x allura

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zenithpng · 8 months

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Shiro is grateful for the first time in his life that humans are apex, endurance predators. He's never realized just how those traits would serve him in a situation like this. He wins all his matches; he wouldn't be alive now if he didn't. He gains a reputation he's not entirely sure he likes. But he survives.

Chapter two of my trade fic for mars!

HEED THE WARNINGS!

#jet's talking again #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #takashi shirogane #vld shiro #shiro's lost year #shiro fanfiction #vld fanfiction #voltron fanfiction #jet is writing >:))#vld fic rec #shiro vld

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vldfanenesp · 11 months

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Voltron Legendary Defender Fanfiction

Hilos de Telar

Especial 02: Pecado de Sangre

Esp 02. 00

Ubicación: Segunda temporada, entre capítulo 8 y 9

Keith estaba perdido… más que nunca en su vida. Jamás se había sentido así, ni siquiera cuando su padre murió o cuando se enteró de la desaparición de Shiro.

Esto era diferente.

Él era diferente… al menos ahora… o siempre lo fue.

No estaba seguro y mucho menos sabía cómo, pero no quedaba duda… Keith era galra. O al menos una parte de él lo era.

Tenía unas pocas horas de haber regresado de la base secreta de los rebeldes “las espadas de Marmora”, pero para él, se sentía como si hubiera sido una eternidad. En aquel lugar no solo había descubierto nuevos aliados en contra del imperio opresor de Zarkon, sino que también, un gran secreto sobre sí mismo. Uno que su padre le ocultó toda su vida.

A Keith le costó asimilarlo y siguió en una especie de negación que le provocó dolor de cabeza; pero lo peor fue cuando intentaron sanar sus heridas en la enfermería y el resto de los paladines, la princesa y Coran descubrieron la terrible verdad.

La reacción de la princesa fue inmediata, lo que desanimó a Keith a quedarse a averiguar cuál sería la de sus compañeros. Las siguientes horas se mantuvo resguardado y ocultó en uno de los tantos observatorios solitarios del castillo de los leones, ignorando sus heridas y mascullando sus pensamientos.

Lo único que deseaba era estar solo.

Pero alguien, tenía otra idea.

–¿En serio te ocultaste en un cuarto oscuro? Así o más depresivo tienes que ser, hombre –la inconfundible voz de Lance denotó su entrada en la oscura habitación, solo alumbrada por el brillo de las estrellas del otro lado del cristal de observatorio.

–¿Qué haces aquí? –le preguntó Keith de mala gana.

–Tratando de no caerme en la oscuridad –objetó el paladín azul caminado exageradamente por la habitación como si fuera a toparse con algún obstáculo oculto –. ¿Qué otra cosa parece?

–¡Lance!

–¿Qué?

Keith soltó un bufido en desesperación.

–Es inútil contigo.

–Yo podría decir lo mismo –respondió el otro paladín plantándose tajantemente frente a su compañero –. Eres tan obvio en ocasiones ¿Cómo crees que pude encontrarte tan fácil?

–Bien, lo hiciste –soltó Keith con fastidio dándole la espalda –. ¿Ahora me puedes dejar en solo?

–¿Qué sería lo divertido de ello? –respondió el otro con tono más jovial.

Su actitud y voz no ayudaban en nada las emociones de Keith en ese momento, su necesidad de sufrimiento se sentía obsoleta e ignorada. ¿Qué esperaba de Lance después de todo? Él no tenía ni idea de lo que ocurría por su cabeza en esos momentos. ¿Cómo podría saberlo?

–¡¿Qué demonios quieres de mí?! –le soltó finalmente el paladín rojo furioso. Su voz retumbo con fuerza por toda la solitaria habitación. Pero a pesar de las sombras que reinaban en cuarto, Keith pudo ver y temer que su rabieta no causó el menor efecto en la postura de Lance.

–Primero –dijo éste con las manos en su cintura –, necesitó que dejes tu patética rutina de lobo solitario incomprendido. Y tal vez podamos hablar del asunto.

–No hay nada de qué hablar.

–Obviamente sí –lo contradijo Lance –, si te escondes a solas en una sala sumergido en la oscuridad de tu depresión.

–¿A ti qué te importa?

–¿Qué me importa? ¿Qué porqué me importa? –soltó el otro indignado –. ¿Por qué me debe importar que si actúas como un llorón…?

–¡Lance!

–¡¿Cuándo quiznak vas a entender que ya no eres solo tú?! –bramó el paladín azul tan fuerte como lo había hecho Keith.

Fue como un puñetazo directo al rostro, o al menos así lo sintió el paladín rojo. Keith no pudo evitar dar un paso atrás ante la mirada penetrante y decidida de Lance. Por un breve segundo, se sintió indefenso.

–Eres parte de un equipo con una misión importante, y aún más… –dijo Lance – eres importante para nosotros.

Tal vez era Lance quien hacía tal confesión, pero Keith no pudo evitar ser el que sonrojara. Su compañero no solo había acertado en llamarlo lobo solitario, sino que fácilmente lo había leído y dado cuenta que Keith solo había pensado solo en su propio predicamento y en la opinión que podían tener los otros de él; no en como realmente les afectaba a los demás su situación o como su sufrimiento, era su sufrimiento también.

Todos esos sentimientos estaban escritos en el rostro de Lance.

Voltron les había enseñado a los paladines a trabajar en equipo, ser parte de algo más grande, y su relación con sus compañeros lo esencial que eran los unos a los otros, en todos los aspectos.

–¿Qué bien puede hacer un galra al equipo Voltron? –pero Keith no podía evitar preguntarse eso.

–Ese es el problema –soltó Lance captando toda la atención del paladín rojo –, que piensas que nos importa que eres.

–¡¿Qué?! –bramó Keith sin poder creerlo en un principio, pero poco a poco comenzó a molestarse –: ¡No puedes simplemente fingir que no te afecta! Vistes la reacción de Allura y Coran…

–No puedo hablar por ellos –dijo Lance con una calma que dejaba atónito. ¿Qué había pasado con el inseguro y pretencioso paladín azul? –, pero igualmente no puedes asumir que pienso igual. No me importa.

¿Cuándo se habían invertido los papeles?

–¿Qué?

–¡Qué me importa un quiznak si eres parte galra o no! –gritó Lance a todo pulmón como si quisiera que lo escuchara todo el castillo. Dio un paso hacia adelante y enfrentó a Keith cara a cara –. No importe el origen que tengas, eso no te define.

Ahí estaba. Keith completamente boquiabierto ante las palabras casi agresivas de su compañero paladín. Tal vez el tono molesto ayudaba a volverlas más creíbles.

–Son palabras muy sabias –comentó Keith –, incluso para ti.

–Gracias, son de mi mamá –dijo Lance airoso, pero pronto entendiendo un subtexto inexistente, por lo que agregó un indignado –: ¡Oye!

Keith no pudo evitar sonreír. Lance soltó una carcajada, y curiosamente le pareció al paladín rojo lo más armonioso que había escuchado en su vida. Y antes de que pudiera reaccionar o hacer algo al respecto, Lance tomó con sus manos las mejillas de Keith y le planto un casto beso en la frente.

–Si realmente no quieres hablar ahora, de acuerdo –soltó Lance encogiendo los hombros y luciendo satisfecho consigo mismo –, pero recuerda que estoy ahí para escucharte.

Keith no pudo más que asentir con la cabeza y sonreírle por igual en lo que Lance lo dejo ir, se dio media vuelta y se dirigió a la puerta. Ya no se sentía tan solo como antes, incluso la habitación oscura comenzaba a parecerle claustrofóbica.

Lance se detuvo en la puerta y se volvió levemente para agregar:

–Y eso no cambia lo que siento, para mí sigues siendo el mismo Keith.

–Gracias –respondió el otro.

–El mismo petulante, creído que se cree el mejor piloto del universo.

–¡Lance!

–Regresa a la enfermería, tonto.

.....o.o.o.o.O.O.O.O.0.0.0.O.O.O.O.o.o.o.....

Hola a todos.

Tenía mucho tiempo sin sacar un capítulo nuevo, y eso debe principalmente a que mi vida a tenido varios cambios que no me han permitido mantenerme tan activa como solía serlo. Esto se debe principalmente a mi trabajo, condiciones de salud, problemas personales y familiares. Además, se vienen cambios grandes e importantes en mi vida que han tomado mayor prioridad.

Sé que eso ha afectado mi capacidad de escribir y dibujar, así como el tiempo que dedico a ello. Además de mis participaciones, comentarios y otros. Esto no quiere decir que esto vaya a cambiar o mejorar o sea solo temporal, porque lo que tengo previsto a futuro a mi vida será aún más importante que esto. No dejare de escribir y dibujar, así como compartirlo en internet, pero definitivamente dejara de ser prioridad.

Lamento mucho el inconveniente, pero quería ser sincera sobre la falta de frecuencia en mi contenido. Espero que eso lo deje claro y gracias por lo compresión.

Y disfruten la nueva aventura.

Saludos

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lollipop1141 · 2 years

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Fifth Time's The Charm Chapter 2

“What’s his problem?” Lance huffs. “It’s just a mission.”

“Well, you did start protesting against it first before Keith could say anything,” Pidge says with a shrug as she deftly types on her laptop.

“But mullet agreed with me! He’s just as guilty!”

Hunk, his ever-supportive best friend, lays a hand on his shoulder and says, “Maybe he’s against it because you didn’t want to work with him on it.”

Lance pulls away in offended disbelief. “Are you saying Keith actually wanted to do the mission with me?”

“I’m saying,” Hunk says slowly and dragging out the -ing, “that maybe you shouldn’t have said something against him so quickly.”

“I’m pretty sure Keith has feelings too,” Pidge says. She doesn’t sound so sure.

//in which Lance and Keith are forced to be paired up for a mission and everything goes wrong right from the start

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Voltron: Legacies | Stephanie Blake

It’s been 30 years since Voltron saved the universe for the final time. The Lions disappeared to the far reaches of the universe and their paladins went their separate ways, living the lives they had always deserved to live. The duty of protecting the universe has fallen to the Galactic Coalition, creating bridges and sharing scientific and cultural knowledge across the stars.

When the Galactic Coalition is implicated in the disappearance of one of the paladins, an unassuming group of young people must work together to secure the fate of the galaxy.

Chapter 8 is up now! Link in the reblog :)

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jupiterruo-x · 5 months

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安心の死亡 || THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND, a voltron: legendary defender fanfiction

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When he’s eight years old, Keith finds himself sitting in a massive metal box rank with the combined smell of sea water, piss, and bile. Somehow, he manages not to puke himself; instead, he tries his best to breathe in the heavy air and ignore the pungent odor. His arms are bound by zip ties behind his back and heavy iron chains rest around his ankles.

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His face feels wet, his hair is stuck to his sweaty face, and he can feel the icy walls of the cargo container’s the back of his head. Keith goes to turn his head, but when he tries, scorching pain rockets up his spine and fresh blood oozes out of a hastily stitched wound at the base of his head. He’s overwhelmed and tears threaten to spill down his cheeks.

There’s a flash of light that shrines through the cracks of his confinement and to his horror, he’s not alone. Other kids around his age are strewn about the floor of the box—some are older and there are even a few younger.

He can hear his heartrate surging louder and louder.

With his wrists bound, Keith realizes he can’t grab the knife he keeps hidden on his forearm.

Another flash of light through the gaps in the box, and he feels panic bubbling in his chest threatens to rip him in half.

Keith’s stomach knots itself further and forces himself to swallow the bile rising in his own throat, shoving it back down.

He tries to take a calming breath in through his nose despite the repugnant smell, but he only feels a sharp throb at his bridge, coming to the conclusion that his nose is very likely broken.

His breathing becomes more and more erratic, he can’t feel the weight on his stomach, and suddenly, he’s trembling.

There are more rapid flashes of light, but he can’t tell where they’re coming from or if they’re even real.

His eyes are heavy.

So much so, he feels them closing against his will.

He lets them fall shut.

Upon reawakening, Keith finds himself under the weight of a blanket in a moving car rather than the shipping container he originally regained conscious in. Panic and adrenaline rush through his body, leaving him flailing ungracefully beneath the cloak and flinging himself off the plush seats of the car onto the carpeted flooring. The interior of the car is mostly hidden in shadows with the glow of the city surrounding them leaking in through the glass, constantly changing and shifting while the car cruises through the city’s sky routes.

His eyes land on a figure sitting on the seat opposite the one he woke on. Keith sits up, ramrod straight against the seat of the leather chair. He scowls up at the man above him.

Undoubtedly, this man is dangerous. Keith has lived long enough here and there on the streets to know someone else from the same alleys and slums on the occasion he comes across them. A scar cuts through his left eye, while the other stares back at him. Narrowed eyes and creased brows alongside pursed lips give Keith very little to gage anything on. But golden eyes gleam steadily in the darkness, and it’s in this man’s eyes that he finds the slightest sense of familiarity. Slowly, Keith pushes himself up into a sitting position on the floor of the car, with his hands instinctively curling into fists in a defensive stance.

The car comes to a halt, jostling Keith, but the man’s rigid posture remains unmoving and steady.

He blinks at Keith. Once, twice.

It isn’t until the car begins to move again, and a barely audible sigh is exhaled through his nose, that this man moves.

He uncrosses his legs and scoots forward a few centimeters in his seat. Upon leaning down to level his stare with Keith’s, a long braid of white hair falls over his shoulder. Keith’s eyes follow the movement intently but dart back up.

The man with golden eyes meet his own and opens his mouth to speak, but when he does, he realizes that the man is speaking the same language that the men holding him captive spoke.

A new rush of fear and rage are coursing through him instantly, triggering Keith’s instinct to attack. He unsheathes the knife from its place on his arm and jabs it at the man’s jugular but tumbles forward as the car swerves and the man dodges. However, Keith is quick to recover and manages to get up to his feet from one knee. He takes the chance to lunge forward again, but he’s quickly shoved with his back against the car’s seat. Even though Keith opens his mouth to scream, he’s swiftly silenced as one hand covers the entire lower half of his face muffles any sound he might try to make and the other confiscates his weapon.

“Cease your struggling, boy.”

Keith freezes, and against his will, he listens to this man. He’s partially stunned by fear and partially stunned by the sound of his mother tongue. The sound feels too foreign, yet entirely all too familiar at once. It’s been years since he’s heard it.

His captor seems to take this as a positive sign of cooperation and rearranges Keith so that he’s no longer pinned against the floor. He allows him to sit up with his back against the leg rests of the car seat once again and leans back in his own seat.

“Now, tell me, what’s your name?”

Keith remains still, cutting his eyes at the man.

In his act of resistance, he expects to be shoved onto the floor, to further damage his nose, and bleed onto the plush beige carpets that cover the floor of the vehicle. But that never comes. Instead, silence hangs over them.

The man purses his lips.

“I am Koji, and with me, you are safe.”

His tone is clipped but trying to show patience. It almost appears like he’s attempting to sound comforting, but Keith knows he can’t let his hopes overrun his instinct to survive. So, he remains silent, saying nothing, and regarding Koji with contempt caution.

“Do you understand me?”

Thump, thump. His heart hammers against his chest still, but his pulse has steadied, leveling out.

Minutes might drag by, but Keith doesn’t give in to the eerie silence.

Koji heaves an audible breath through his nose and closes his eyes for a few seconds. When he opens them once more, he asks again with definitely more forceful tone, “Do you understand me, boy?”

And though it pains Keith’s pride at the back of his mind, his anxiety over the situation overrules his stubbornness.

With his jaw clenched tightly, Keith stiffly nods once at him. I understand.

“Do you speak?”

Another nod.

Koji hums in acknowledgement, his eyes haven’t left Keith’s this entire time, and Keith is too frightened to look away. If the last four years have taught him anything, it’s that his foes exploit weaknesses and any show of them only gives way to their influence over him.

Koji leans back against the back of his seat, returning to his neutral position.

“So then, tell me your name, boy.”

There’s a harshness to his tone that keeps Keith silent. He draws back again, trying to push himself further away from Koji, but the curve of the car’s seat only digs further into his back.

Koji exhales through his nose, glancing down at his fists resting on the tops of his thighs. When he looks back at Keith once more, his eyes look softer, almost apologetic. It feels like Koji is trying to tell Keith he’s sorry; that he’s not used to whatever position it is they’ve found themselves in, but he wants to help. Wants Keith to see that he’s on his side.

But words are hard.

“I apologize,” Koji murmurs, “I am not well versed in…comforting people.”

Keith studies Koji with furrowed brows. He glances out the tinted windows of the car and watches the city’s lights pass by. He looks back at Koji with pursed lips, and then down at his knees raised to his chest protectively.

“Keith.”

His voice is barely a whisper, but he knows Koji heard him.

Another stretch of silence, and a small sigh follows. More lively, high-rise buildings fly by in a smear of color.

Koji clears his throat, “From now on, you’ll be living with me. I live with a large family, but we will be living apart from them.”

Keith slowly rises to his feet and climbs back into the seat on wobbly feet as Koji continues. He never looks away from Koji’s form that’s still cast in moving shadows.

“You will soon have other children around your age as your peers, but they do not know our language. Do you know Japanese well?”

Keith shrugs his shoulders. It’s fine.

Koji hums skeptically, “It will be something you have to refine. Though, we can discuss that later, from now on, you must answer to the name: Akira.”

Keith shoots Koji another glare, creased eyebrows obviously confused.

“The Shirogane Clan is one of the most powerful families in the country. Our Oyaji-san is a good man, but one of…tradition. Around the family, I will call you by this name, but in our home, you will remain Keith,” Koji explains. Koji pauses, pondering his thoughts for a moment. “I do not wish to cause you pain in calling you by this new name, but until our old boss’ time comes to an end, there is not much I can do to aid this.”

Koji’s voice sounds somber, Keith concludes. He doesn’t think that he’s heard anything like that, and if he has, he can’t remember it very well.

He doesn’t know what to say, so he nods again.

The rest of their drive is silent, and honestly, Keith is…content to watch the glowing lights pass by his window. Distantly, he wonders what the stars might look like out by the sea where they’re the brightest, but the thought of smelling the ocean makes his stomach churn.

He pushes that to the back of his mind to bury it deep, deep down.

Eventually, Koji tells him they’ve arrived at their destination. They come upon a traditional style estate, which speaks volume already. The car circles around in the sky giving Keith an aerial view of this new home while the driver of the car waits for the landing signal from a couple of men on the property. Traditional mid-century Edo period shoin-zukuri in 54th century contemporary Tokyo is a miracle in itself, but one in such excellent condition is almost unheard of. The details in the main ridge can be seen from the sky, lit with an array of lights from nearby glowing buildings. The kaya roof tops have clearly been maintained and replaced perfectly for centuries with astute care as not a single one is out of line, missing, or chipped. Grand cherry blossoms and black pine trees stretch over and across the numerous houses of the Shirogane estate, elegantly shielding parts of the manor from his eye. From the hovering car, Keith can see people walking along the verandas and some form of tae kwon do training taking place on one of the open quads.

“They are practicing kenjutsu,” Koji supplies, as though he could read Keith’s mind. “All children learn traditional forms of karate, and study other forms of martial arts, as well.”

Soon, you will be training amongst them, is silently understood.

The estate sits on a large, anti-gravity platform that hovers above what looks to be a series of building remains lit up by lines of quintessence energy that glow dully in random patterns. Eventually, the driver must receive the green light to land the car because they’re suddenly descending through a gap in what appears to be an invisible barrier surrounding the estate.

Once the car lands, the doors part, sliding open, and Koji steps out of the car. He straightens his tie and brushes any debris from his suit then turns to look down at Keith, waiting.

Keith swallows nervously, but schools his expression as best he can and slides out of the car to stand behind Koji. Out of the car, Keith realizes just how large Koji is as the man stands tall with his shoulders back, towering over Keith. He peeks around Koji’s large left hand curiously to get a better head-on look at the estate from the ground’s perspective.

Like Koji, everything seems all the more massive from where he stands, and he finds that terrifying.

The familiar feeling of body-wracking tremors and the inability to regulate his breathing surge through him, and…and…

This is how he felt right before he passed out.

Looking down at the pristine white concrete, all he sees are his stained pant legs and grimy shoes peeking out from the cloth around his shoulder which have all begun to blur together.

But then Koji is kneeling before him propped on his right knee, still having to crouch further down, locking eyes with him, nonetheless.

“Akira,” Koji’s voice beckons, albeit a bit gruffly, pulling Keith from his panic. “Akira,” he tries again, slowly extending his hand out towards Keith. He stops a little over halfway the distance between them to give Keith the chance to place his hand in Koji’s.

He doesn’t, because Koji’s hand is blurring into a mass of purple and black and Keith’s arms feel so heavy, he can’t move either of them. His vision has gone blurry, once more, and he can’t tell if it’s his head that’s messing with him or if he’s crying.

“Keith.”

His head jerks up and is met with a reoccurring comfort in Koji’s golden eyes. They don’t blur. He can see them clearly; so clearly that Keith can pick out hues of amber and hazel, too.

“Upon my return, I meet with the head of our Clan, our which you will come to call our Oyassan,” Koji informs still trying his best to sound gentle. Though, there’s still a stiffness in his tone. “He will wish to meet with you as well upon arrival; however, once the meeting is adjourned, you may rest in my quarters.”

It takes a few moments for Keith to process what Koji says, but eventually, he nods tightly. He’s still eyeing Koji’s steady outreaching hand, regarding it with hesitation.

“Good.”

Koji rises from his knee, and begins heading toward the estate, posture straight with his shoulders back again, and his lips set in a slight frown.

Keith does his best to copy Koji’s demeanor, one that’s calm yet poised.

Though, this quickly becomes too much for an eight-year-old, and he ends up trailing after Koji rather closely, tempted to reach up and take Koji’s hand that he had offered him earlier.

But, he still can’t bring himself to.

Keith finds that being near Koji is enough to keep those gross anxious feelings from earlier surging through his body again—and for now, that’s enough.

He follows Koji through a series of winding veranda halls lined with shouji and wooden pillars. He stops once to ask a woman dressed in a simple kimono something about the kumicho. Once Koji thanks her, they continue to further and further into the compound before coming to a stop at one of the shouji on the left side of the hallway.

Koji speaks with one of the men in the hallway who is dressed in the most casual clothing Keith has seen since setting foot inside the estate. The man opposite of Koji glances down at him at the mention of Akira and Keith fights the urge to hide behind him; to stand firm and remain solid. He tries to appear strong like Koji.

The man Koji is talking to bows to Koji, who then turns to him and nods once again at Keith before following the other man into the room. Koji calls out ‘Excuse me, Sir,’ followed by an ‘Apologies for the intrusion,’ to whomever sits on the inside the room. Koji lowers himself down on his knees to slide the shouji door open, enter, and gently slide the door shut behind him. He didn’t look back at Keith.

That sends a wave of anxiety through him once more.

The hallway is still and quiet. Not a sound can be heard from inside the room, so Keith guesses that there must be some sort of silencing technology woven into the screens that line the halls. Keith leans forward to get a closer look at the white screens to find lines of something threaded throughout the material, proving him right.

Briefly, he wonders what else city technology could do.

“Oh, there’s someone here,” a voice observes from behind him.

Keith whips around, taken by surprise and ready to pull the knife his mother had given him out of its secret holster hidden on his forearm. Upon spinning on his heel, Keith comes to face with not one person, but two: a boy and a girl.

The boy stands tall, around sixteen years old, dressed in a white button-down shirt and black slacks. The girl, who looks to be maybe twelve, stands a little behind him with half of her body tucked behind his. From what Keith can see, she’s also wearing a white blouse and what appears to be a bow around its collar. She’s not wearing slacks, but instead, a navy and grey plaid skirt that comes to the top of her knee which matches her bow.

Keith pulls the dark cloak around his body closer to him. He refuses to acknowledge the fact that his face burns with growing embarrassed at his haggard looking appearance beneath it. Still, he tries to smother his embarrassment and fixes the two with a cautious scowl.

The boy moves to step forward, and Keith backs up in the opposite direction which prompts the other boy to stop and to remain where he stands. When Keith looks up, he’s met with the boy’s dark stare, and despite being thunderstorm grey, his eyes are kind and almost warm. He offers Keith an inviting grin and bows. To say he’s taken aback would be an understatement—no one has ever bowed to Keith.

Whatever confused expression written across his face has the girl giggling a little.

“Welcome to our home. It’s a pleasure to meet you; I’m Shirogane Takashi,” says the boy with a kind smile. He looks back over his shoulder at the girl, and nods his head back in Keith’s direction, “Tamiko, you should greet our guest.”

Tamiko purses her lips together and her big green eyes glance over at Keith for a second. She looks back up at Takashi and nods her head a little. “Welcome in,” she whispers timidly, “I’m Shirogane Tamiko.”

Takashi’s eyes dart to the door and back to Keith, and just as he opens his mouth to say something else, a man enters the hall from the room Koji had disappeared into.

All eyes are on a man dressed in deep hues of blues and blacks. The man from earlier. He notices the Shirogane siblings first and instantly bows at the waist, “Good morning, wakasama, jyou-san.”

Takashi and Tamiko smile at the man in the doorway and greet him with their own polite ‘good mornings.’

He then turns to Keith, “You, inside. Oyassan wishes to meet with you.”

Keith gingerly shuffles over to the entrance of room where the man had disappeared. He tries his best not to start his tremors, again.

“It’ll be alright,” Takashi’s voice assures. “Our father is a good man.”

Takashi’s words were meant to be comforting, but Keith doesn’t feel any better.

“I think he’ll like you,” Tamiko adds unexpectedly.

A new silence hangs in the air, and Keith takes a deep breath. He mumbles a quick ‘thanks’ over his shoulder before doing his best to copy the movements he saw Koji perform earlier and shuffling through the sliding door himself.

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icypantherwrites · 10 months

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New Fanfiction: Sword and Shield

Summary: The Blade mission is dangerous but Keith is confident that between himself and Lance, who along with the Red Lion is integral to the success of it, they’ll be fine. However, as the mission progresses Keith is finding it harder and harder to ignore the fact that Lance keeps making himself a human shield and sacrificing his own safety for Keith’s. And now that horrific pattern has come to a head as Lance is poisoned and dying in an attack meant for Keith and there’s nothing he can do to save him.

Chapter One Snippet:

Keith hadn’t had contact with anyone from Voltron now in well over a month and while that wasn’t unusual as his missions could last weeks and Keith had never been very good at communication anyway, Lance had surprised him and tried to remain in semi regular contact, even if it was just messages updating Keith on little things around the castle.

It had meant more than Keith would ever be able to say.

With Voltron he’d finally felt like he belonged and it still hurt, some days more than others, at the fact he’d had to leave — at the fact Shiro, who had always wanted the best for him, had practically forced Keith out but if it helped Shiro then Keith would do it a hundred times over because he owed Shiro everything and he’d been through so much and if Keith and his position as Black Paladin was causing a rift then Keith would go — and it hurt too that outside of Coalition meetings and the occasional food package from Hunk and Lance’s texts he never heard from any of them.

Never heard from Shiro.

But Keith was used to being the outsider, he’d known it was too good to be true, and so he’d accepted that was the way it had to be and done his best to move on, even if he’d found that the Blades as a whole weren’t all that welcoming to him either.

He just never belonged anywhere.

And while given the above Keith was far from good at communication he always made it a point to respond back to Lance’s messages, just to at least let him know that he’d gotten them and that he was…

He was okay.

But he hadn’t responded to Lance’s last message from over two weeks ago now and normally Lance would follow that up within a day or two with something like “You still alive, mullet?” and despite the lighthearted tone Keith could always tell there was that baited breath of not knowing what exactly Keith had gotten caught up in with a Blade mission.

No one from Voltron still knew about Naxzela and Keith was going to keep it that way because he didn’t even want to reflect on what he’d almost done.

He’d always been a survivor no matter what life had thrown at him.

But in that moment, in that instance…

It terrified him.

And there was no use thinking about it because it hadn’t happened and that was the end of it.

But there had been no follow up text from Lance a couple days later.

Then a week.

And now it was almost two and that wasn’t normal and Keith knew he should reach out, should make sure Lance was the one who was okay this time, but…

But he hadn’t.

Because maybe…

Maybe Lance had realized as everyone always did that Keith wasn’t worth his time and his concern. They’d sort of become friends during Keith’s stint as leader but now Keith had failed at trying to keep that burgeoning friendship going and if he reached out and Lance didn’t reply…

It confirmed it.

And so Keith stayed silent, anxiety and excuses building each day. He had confirmed via a Coalition briefing log two days ago that Lance and all other members of Voltron were indeed alive and some of the pit of worry had abated because even if they weren’t friends any longer Keith still cared about them and he wanted them to be okay.

And that should have been the push he needed to reach out because what if the next time they weren’t okay and his own fears and doubts had removed any last chance for a kind exchange to where he wouldn’t feel this guilt.

But he didn’t.

And now, if this worked, he needed to reach out to ask a favor and that made him the shittiest person in the universe and he should never have let it come to this.

But it had and he wasn’t going to let the universe suffer for it.

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