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metalotaku-da · 5 years ago

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halloween kolivance

"Shiro are you sure about this?" Lance said softly toeing at the summoning circle he had just finished. The dark blues and silvers keeping his eyes locked as he asked his next question. "You really think I'm ready?"

Keith scoffed before shiro could answer drawing Lance's fierce glare on the demon familiar perched on a stool in the corner, his tail flicking. "No way are you ready if you gotta ask. You reek of fear and insecurity right now."

"Keith!" Shiro scolded his familiar. The small demon turning away with an angry scowl and barely a lip curl. He then turned back to lance placing his prosthetic on the smaller witches shoulder. "Lance, your magic is very strong, and you have learned a lot in the time you have been my apprentice. I truly believe you are ready. You can't get much further in advancing your skill or controlling the breath of your power without a familiar. You are," shiro was cut off by Keith.

"His strong magic aura and his shitty Constitution is exactly why he isn't ready for this shiro. The wrong demon is going to get a whiff of it when he makes the call. He is a meal waiting for a dinner bell to ring and you are asking the spit roasted lamb to ring it himself." Keith said angrily jumping from his perch to land at shiro's feet as he put a clawed finger tip to his chest. He whirled at the sound of Lance's foot stomping and the twinkle of the bells on the peak of his hat.

"So you think I'm just demon bait do you? That no KiNd demon would want to bond with me, only the evil ones would heed my call? And who are you calling week? Last time I checked you were a half pint demon.” Lance jabbed his own finger at the demon who smoked and sizzled in response.

“No, i think you are an idiot, with a hair's breadth of control, who’s fear, that i can smell clearly, isn’t going to have a chance to call a lower, or curious demon before a powerful evil one gets to you first.”

“Enough!” shiro shouted. His powers blowing some space between the two. “Keith, that is not a nice way to word your concern. We’ve talked about that. And that is why we are here to assist and adam and curtis are just outside to be ready incase we need more help. But that doesn’t change the fact that lance not only needs a familiar, he is ready for one. And you are lance.” shiro said turning to his apprentice. “You can do this. If something that is too much, or doesn’t feel right comes through the circle. We will send it back together and you can try again. It’ll be fine. I believe in you.”

“Thank you shiro.” Lance said to his teacher looking at him with soft eyes and a matchingly soft smile.

“Gawd now he’s going to cry shiro, and it’s going to be worse.” keith groaned, climbing back on his stool and glaring at the witches. Ignoring lance’s scrunched nose and tongue sticking out at him.

Shiro sighed deeply and said, “patience yields focus.” he said to himself before turning back to lance. Turning the younger around by the shoulder and leading him to the circle. A large crystal at it’s center glowed brightly as shiro directed lance to sit at the center of a matching smaller one placed north of the summoning one. Everything lance needed set at different points of it. Within reach. “All right buddy, this has to be all you and only you ok. It’s ok if it doesn’t work the first time.” he ruffled lance’s hat. “Took adam 3 tries to summon curtis. No pressure.” he Got a laugh out of lance as he fixed his hat. Shiro directed keith to open the shutter on the roof to allow the moonlight to shine down on his water witch student.

“Ok, i think i got this.” Lance said as shiro moved to the far wall behind him with keith on his stool. He lit the candles at four points of his circle manually as he sat kneeling in his circle bare feet pointed at north as he faced south and his summoning circle. Between them were different shells filled with water from various sources. Rain, river, ocean, lake. He closed his eyes and bowed his head. Placing his cupped hands on his knees facing up.

“You’re To submissive. You aren’t going to attract the right kind of demon!” keith growled. Causing lance’s calm concentration to falter into a frown. With it his doubt permeated the air.

“Keith, every witch and demon is different. You need to let him do it his way, or he won’t attracted one who is compatible with him.” shiro scolded his own familiar. “Don’t interrupt again or i’ll make you wait outside too. You are doing fine lance. Do what feels right for you. There is no wrong way.”

Lance gave a nod in response before taking a few breaths and centering himself again. He slowly began releasing his power into his circle it glowing alight as it followed the lines out from him. The matching ones in the large matching his own, as his magic reached the water containers they rose up into thin pillars. The flames of the candles following suit. Though not his element to summon he had a small connection to it. He let his magic pour out till he felt at the edge of his control. any more and the water and flames would grow out of control. He let out one more deep breath before moving his hands to rest on a blank paper seal, and his wand. A piece of coral that had grown into a bit of driftwood. They lay over lines on his circle. Then he said the modified phrase in his own mother tongue of spanish. “Please, spirits of nature release your hold, allow me to reach those in the mirror, so I may find my partner, my spirit, my guide to bind my soul and grow my power and knowledge to better serve you and others of this world.” even as his eyes began to glow blue along with the fire, and water pillars and circles lance kept his eyes closed. Staying focused on the link and not losing control and releasing too much magic.

The large crystal shone like a star in the center of the summoning circle before being engulfed by a large black fog that just seemed to keep growing reaching the roof beams easily before condensing and taking shape. The Aura coming from it was immense and cold setting Keith's hackles up. The size of the demon forming was easily 4 or five times his own size. When the blue and grey furry demon started to take shape with his pale yellow glowing eyes staring into Keith's own wide one. "Oh shit." He whispered. At the imposing demon.

The demon's mouth was kept in a straight line as he looked around the room before lowering his line of sight to the floor. He forced the seal closed. The small demon and larger witch surged forward as the witch doing the summoning s head flew back and mouth and eyes fell open wide. Loosing control at the back surge of power. The demon easily lifted and threw both against the wall with a small twitch. His eyes glowed as he put up a barrier. "Do not interfere whelpling." He turned his gaze back to the tiny witch adorned in blue at his feet. The pillars of water and flame around him swirling and flinging about uncontrollably. "You are quite small for such emissense power." He spoke to the witch who couldn't hear over the buzzing of power as he tried to rain it back in. Not even noticing the demon step forth from the circle and kneel in front of him. "Let's see what I can do about that with a taste." He took the witch by the shoulders bent over low to place his forehead to the boys squishing the rim of his hat. Once connected he opened his mouth just slightly to feed. Pulling the witches magic into him. Slowly the water and flames came down to just a few inches tall and the witch blinked slowly as he once again took control of his magic finally focused on the large chest adorned in a grey blue and black fabric.

"Oh, thank you." Lance said softly to the chest, curiosity spreading from him. "That really helped. Whatever you did." The demon sat back but kept his hands on the boy's shoulders.

"I consumed some of your magic." The demon stated as he looked down at the boy. "You are much smaller than I expected when I got a whiff of your power."

Lance bowed his head a bit with a blush. "Sorry. I, uh, humans are kind of small compared to you in general. But I hope my magic was at least tasty." The demon's head turned just slightly. "Can, uh, I ask your name?"

"Kolivan." He said finally pulling his hands back. Looking with only his eyes at the bonded pair yelling and throwing themselves and magic at his barrier. No sound penetrating. "Yours little witch?" He asked bringing his focus back on the petite boy.

"Lance. Uh can I ask why you shut the gate? I didn't think that was supposed to happen till we bonded." He asked bringing a hand up to scratch his cheek with a pointer finger.

"To prevent others from following." The demon said stoically.

"Oh, uh, ok. Does that mean you'd want to bond and be my familiar. The circle is still glowing I think it will still work." Lance said excitedly his magic growing with it.

The demon's brow furrowed a bit. "you wish to bond with me? After I consumed part of your magic?" The witch stared up at him puzzled and gave a few sharp repeated knodds.

"Is that a problem? I mean you don't have to. I mean I can probably help you open the gate again."

"I do not need assistance."

"I understand if I don't meet your expectations or wants for a witch partner. Like you said I'm pretty small. And I'm not that great at magic. And I'm pretty weak." Lance began to ramble. Rubbing his wrist and lower arm with one hand not looking at the demon. "I'm sorry if I wasted…"

"Weakness did not bring me here, strength and power did." Kolivan cut the boy off. The boys scent of joy and curiosity slowly dissipating into pain and depression stilled it's growth at his words. His nose twitched at the change. After the glowing blue eyes met his again he continued. "I did not expect to be asked such a question after feeding." He paused in thought for a moment before adding. "Usually I am met with fear after. You are not afraid."

"Why would I be afraid of you? I summoned a demon to be my familiar. And you answered and helped me gain control without a bond." Lance asked confused turning to give the demon a bit of side eye. "I was only afraid of it being found to be in such poor standing in my abilities to be rejected." He added with a sigh before he bristled. "You didn't hear shit you get me Keith. I will deny I said that to my grave mullet!" He barked eyes closed.

"Who is Keith?"

"Oh my teachers familiar he is behind us with him." Lance started to turn to see.

Kolivan placed a hand to his cheek stopping him and pulling his gaze forward on him again before he could see them. "Do not worry they cannot hear you. I placed a barrier for privacy. No sound penetrates."

"Oh," lance blushed eyeing the hand that touched from Palm to chin to over the crest of his head at the fingertips. "Thanks." He said with a wiry grin. Lance magic pulsed with a sudden surge of confidence. "So I'm, would you want to be my familiar? You can say no. I'd understand. No pressure." Lance turned his head to the floor bringing his hands to his lap in front of the paper seal and his wand.

"If it is what you wish." Kolivan said moving his hand to cover half of the seal nearest himself. His own magic pulsed in embedding his seal into it. "Then I would accept a bound with you that is given freely."

Lance directed a wide toothy smile at kolivan and a cheer with arms raised his water and fire shooting up to the ceiling. "Oops. Sorry. Yes, I make this bond freely," he switched to Spanish as he placed his own hand on what was left of the seal and the other on his wand. "I open my soul and magic to you kolivan, demon of…"

"Mamora." Kolivan cut in.

"Mamora to bond our souls and magic to each other so that we aid each other and help the other grow in the aid and service of the spirits and people." It took lance a minute to gain control of his magic in his growing excitement to direct it into the seal. Drawing it first easily to his wand then the seal. Leaving it lit with a curved wave and flame cupping each side of kolivans own symbol. Lance picked up his wand and Drew it across their hands and the seal pulling it inside. "Where would you like your mark kolivan?" He asked.

Kolivan stared quietly at the which for a moment before presenting the inside of his lower right arm. He watched as lance careful Drew the polished coral tip over a short area below the elbow. The symbol appearing there. Kolivan didn't even flinch as the magic embedded his skin and stitched to his soul. Lance then placed his hand into Kolivan's hand curling the large digits around the seeming twig that was his wand. "Where would you like mine? Keith cared very much where his was on shiro." He said with a duck of his head into his shoulders and a nervous smile in a bitten lip.

Kolivan stared a minute at the delicate wand in his hand, feeling the immense weight, history, and ties it held to Lance and kept his hold light and gentle. "Open your tunic please." Kolivan said quietly looking at Lance's face as the boy blushed but did as asked. Untiring it and letting it hang loose. The large demon barely leaned forward but was enough to tower over the small human. Pushing the boys shoulders down while also sliding his free hand under the shirt to move it off his shoulders and upper back. He then followed suit dragging the wand across his upper back at the base of his neck. Lance arched and gasped as the magic threaded into his own soul pulling and stitching the two together.

As the bond sealed lance threw his head back with a scream. Eyes And mouth glowing so bright even with the barrier shiro and keith pulled away and covered their eyes. Kolivan closed his own, pulling lance to his lap curling around him protectively as anything not bolted to the ground began to fling wildly through the air like a storm. The water multiplying in the barrier. He kept his head close to his young witch. “Easy little witch, i am very old, and very powerful. My power is becoming an extension of your own, do not try to hold it. Let it go and breathe. Just breathe. Don’t think, don’t hold. Let it flow, once it loops it will not overwhelm you. Just breathe. I got you.”

Slowly at first the items movements became less erratic and the water volume shrank, everything suddenly dropping to the ground to lie still and the ground soaked. Lance panted heavily into kolivan’s chest, fists clutching the demon’s tunic. As the last item settled to the floor lance sagged against his new familiar. The tunic grew damp as the tears and sweat from his witch soaked into it. The boy trembling in his hold as the new combined magic buzzed just under his skin.

“That’s it. Just breath. You did very well. I can feed once more from you and help take some of the pressure off.” Kolivan whispered into his witch’s hair. His hat having flown off in the magic storm. He felt his hands clench and open several times in his tunic before feeling the small knodd against his chest. Kolivan felt the hope deep in his chest emitting from his arm coming from lance. Kolivan carefully cupped the back of his head in his large hand and leaned him back. His witch’s eyes were no longer lit with magic but shined with glassy tears. He brought his forehead to lance’s before tilting to cover his mouth with his own parting his lips slightly and lance following his. The demon carefully pulled the most volatile and erratic building power from within in. he felt the delight and calm grow as he ate, both through the bond and physically as the last of the tension left lance’s body. The boy practically collapsing into kilovan’s hold.

Once he felt only slow flowing magic in his witch he pulled away to look at his bonded. He was a little shocked, not that he showed it, by the tired and self satisfied grin adorning his face. “Damn take a guy to dinner first.” He let out a breathless laugh at his own joke.

The demon tilted his head slightly looking down on lance, “You provided me A late evening meal.”

Lance stared speechless for a moment before dropping his head even further back cackling. He tightened his hold and arm holding to kolivan’s shirt trying unsuccessfully pull himself up. “You are the best familiar i could ever wish for koli. I can not wait to ruin you with human culture. But i’d call myself a snack over a meal.” He gave the demon a wink.

“I’ve consumed enough of your magic to satisfy myself for quite some time, therefore I believe the correct word would be meal.” Kolivan informed him. Causing the witch to giggle shaking his head.

“Sure thing man.” Lance pulled back trying to climb to his feet looking around for his hat and wand. Hoping the straw wasn’t damaged after being tossed about. His legs gave out from under him. Kolivan was quick to catch him before taking to his own feet lifting lance bridal style with him.

“You need rest. Bonding with a familiar often takes a lot out of humans. On Top of your body trying to replenish the magic of yours that I consumed.” Kolivan informed him.

“But, i need my hat, and wand. I made a mess, I need to clean it up.or shiro will and that’s not fair To him. Unless he makes keith do it. That would be ok.” Lance started to protest but his eyes began to droop and words slurred as he continued.

Without loosing his hold, kolivan used his own powers to lift the hat and carefully place it on his little witch who valiantly tried to fight off his growing slumber. And settled the wand into the ruffled band on the hat. “Rest now little witch. I will look after you till you awake.” Slowly lance’s eyes drifted closed. Once he was settled kolivan looked to the angry witches and demons outside his barrier staring him down. He had sensed the others outside the building. They having been brought into the shed from the commotion during the bonding. He dropped the sound proofing first. “Your friend sleeps now.”

Keith growled threatening at him clawing at the barrier, his witch's eyes and prosthetic arm glowed a menacing purple. The other witches eyes glowed a mild orange and he had a dart thrower at his side glowing a matching color. His demon though larger than the first and scaled instead of furried stood calmly nearby but his glare was no less hard. “You may have deceived him demon but you do not deceive us. We know what you are.” Shiro said coldly. He focused his magic building into his arm, waiting for the barrier to finally drop so he could save his student.

“Quintessens demon! Galra!” Keith roared clawing at the barrier. “Let him go!”

"Your friend is in no danger from me we have bonded." Kolivan stated simply. "He needs rest from the strain. I request that you stand down and allow me to bring him to his nest to rest."

"Bullshit! He is drained because you drained him! Filthy galra! Release him from the bond or we will!" Keith threatened drawing a dagger.

"Keith we can't do that just yet." Adam said calmly but kept his narrowed eyes on the demon holding his thought of pupil. "Because bonding is very draining, between that and this galra feeding on lance, to suddenly seveR the fresh bond before it's even truly set could kill lance." Keith flinched back from the barrier at the news staring wide eyed at Adam.

"Which I would not allow. I told him I'd look over him while he recovered." Kolivan stated. "He is mine just as I am his. Though I did not answer intent to bond, we have and I will do all that is required of such a pact."

"Oh did you answer to feast and flee then monster?" Shiro growled himself. "I swore to that boys family I'd keep him safe. I do not intend to leave him to the fate of your extended meal before you grow tired and consume all that he is."

"Just because I am a galra, doesn't mean we are all heartless gluttons. As you should know yourself, having a half galra familiar ." Kolivan narrowed his eyes at the largest witch. Ignoring the smaller demons flinch and laid back ears.

The little demon snarling in defense. "I do not solely feed on magic or life. I can feed on fire. And I only take the magic that is freely given by my bonded."

"I have mostly fed on witches calling out for familiars whose magic is so pungent that it can risk the witches life should a less honorable galra catch wind of it. I feed enough to lower the stench before leaving. Your little witch was the first to not fear me after I fed in a very long time. And the first to ask me to bond in just as long. My pack mamora is full of galra who perform the same task. We are fed while protecting unprepared witches. " Kolivan stated clearly for those I front of him. Still not dropping the barrier. "Lance is my bonded, and therefore under my pack. I will protect both of us from harm should it be needed. But I do not believe he would like to find upon waking that I had to fight his own to do so."

The scaled demons tail flicked in annoyance. He had no wings though. "And I'm sure you can see elder, that we are more than capable of caring to the needs of our pack mate. As a show of trust gives him into our care, and return to your own nest to rest yourself. Then once all is calm you may return to this discussion."

"There is no longer a discussion. The boy has chosen." Kolivan quipped.

"Because you tricked him! You blocked us from…" Keith shouted.

"I blocked you to prevent an attack while I fed. Then left it so his choice would be made freely. No outside interference. There was no trick. He asked me to bond.” Kolivan then narrowed his ever glowing at the group. “If it is a show of trust you want, I will drop the barrier, if you take me to his nest without attack i will stay just till he awakens, then I will take my leave till he calls me or I sense his need. Should you refuse or attack I can return to my pack with my witch. I must return to inform them of my added duties. As soon as possible as it is.”

Keith and shiro bristled most at the threat. Adam widened his stance. "Humans don't have nests, They have private rooms and beds galra." Keith corrected snottily. "Need to return to your pack with tail tucked to your alpha to let them know you've become a slave to a human witch. He sneered for added measure.

"I am my packs alpha. My name is kolivan whelp." The demon answered dropping the barrier with narrowed eyes.

At the first sentence the quartet took a step back before the barrier fulls dropped. Shiro and Adams eyes wide in disbelief. They knew lance's magic was strong but to attract and bond an alpha demon, and the most dangerous kind galra on his first summoning. Well it put the young adult in a whole new category. Keith had no pack before their own and Curtis had severed himself from his own when we joined with Adam. Curtis was only their demon alpha default by age. Should Keith had ever felt like challenging him he'd easily have the title. But neither of them could take this one on alone. Their true pack alpha by roll was the human witch shiro.

Kolivan spoke to them as he stepped forward. "What are the names of Lance's pack, and soon to be my own should all Ill will settle."

"Keith." The small demon answered first

Staring angrily at his own feet, but showing the barest of submission.

"Shiro, Keith's bonded. Head of this coven, or pack as the demons call them." Shiro answered next meeting the new demons eyes. "I am agreeing to your terms to stay by my newly bonded student till he recovers. And only till then. I do not heed to your authority kolivan."

"Curtis of zameyan, acting alpha of our pack per demon custom. I defer to shiro as true alpha." Curtis spoke next following shiro's level of defiance.

"Adam, Curtis's bonded. And I follow their decision. But should any harm befall that boy at your hand or following I will not be waiting for permission to slay or enshrine you." Adam stared down the demon.

Kolivan gave a short nod in acknowledgement. "Noted. Please lead the way to his bed."

Keith sneered at the wording. Shiro took lead with Keith at his side. And Adam and Curtis took up behind kolivan and lance to watch. Adam reached out with his magic to touch Lance's. He was met with a steady flow and matching heartbeat and breathing from lance. His level was considerably low but no where near a dangerous level. He let out a sigh of relief.

Once they left the work shed or magic barn as lance liked to call it, they walked through a small thicket of trees till they reached the main house. Shiro by passing the polite host etiquette of a house tour to take the group straight to the third floors lofted bedroom.

Kolivan narrowed his eyes as he examined the room. Taking in the organized chaos as it stretched out from a far corner under a skylight in a semi circle pattern. Then he spoke. "I thought you said Hunan's didn't have nests?"

"They don't. This is Lance's bedroom. That giant orange fish pillow thing in the corner is his bed." Keith answered gesturing towards the giant Magikarp pokemon stuffed animal partially propped up against the wall. Laid flat it would be the size of a futon. On it was a feebas stuffie that served as a pillow. Other soft trinkets and plushies laid nearby. And several blankets of different types and water themes laid draped across the tail.

Kolivan moved past the others to settle lance into the bed. And place his hat and wand on a shelf near the bed. Taking care to cover him while doing the least disturbance to the soft trinkets. Once he was settled lance curled onto his side facing the door arms and legs wrapped around a long blue pillow with embroidery on it. Kolivan then turned to sitmore properly on the floor side touching Lance's sleep spot. But facing the door also. "This appears to have all the makings of a demon's nest."

Keith's lip raised in a snarl, bearing a single fang. "He is just weird. It's a bed. Humans sleep in beds demon in nests. Humans just have lots of different kinds of beds."

Shiro put a hand on his demon's shoulder. "Call it whatever you want kolivan. You can stay in this room, but I do not want you wandering around our home. Someone will check in here every hour on the dot."

"And a few sporadic unplanned check ins. At anytime." Adam tacked on. "So don't try anything funny."

"Once he awakens you are to leave." Shiro finished.

"I will stay until your next check in him after he wakes. He should rest as much as he is able. I do not wish to leave him and then he become injured looking for your company." Kolivan stated his intent.

Shiro let out an audible breath out his nose. His hand flashing purple before it dissipated before he spoke. "Fine. Then you leave."

"Agreed." Kolivan knoded settling himself in to look over his new companion. The others slowly taking their leave. Curtis left the door open being the last out.

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loveafterthefact · 4 years ago

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Love After the Fact Chapter 63: Midnight Solarium

The beginning of the rest of their lives, again.

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When they get home, Keith holds out his arms for BleepBloop, cuddling his friend close in an effort to avoid thinking about the dead one being buried by her master. Running hands over his pet’s soft, plush fur, Keith’s eyes find Lance’s bloodied hair, red-soaked clothes clinging to his skin.

“Lance, you-”

“Need a bath, I know.” A shower would be better, but Galra don’t have those. Just a round tub, carved out of the stone floor, a small, carved water basin beside it. “I’m gonna go do that.”

Keith nods, sits on the floor with his pet. BleepBloop pats his cheeks, like how Keith taught him a long time ago. “Hey, buddy. How was your day?” The primate chitters softly. “Yeah? I’m glad.”

Biting his lip, Keith’s eyes find the bathroom, the dim candle light flickering in the entryway. He can hear water, a bristle brush running over scales as Lance is no doubt struggling to scrub half-dried blood from his scales. He sets BleepBloop down, gives him a little nudge. “You go on, now. Go hunt.”

Once the primate’s scurried off, Keith stands, brushes dust off his clothes. There’s blood on his, too, though only a little. Lance bore the brunt of this battle. He thinks back to a couple phoebs ago, when they were attacked in their bed. He wonders if Lance still thinks about, dwells on it, if he still searches for answers.

“Lance?” A hum answers. “Can I join you?”

“If you want, sure.” There’s a tone of surprise, which doesn’t surprise Keith in the slightest. Either way, he slips out of his clothes, into the bathroom. Settling on the edge of the basin, legs on either side of Lance's lean frame Keith rests his hands on Lance’s shoulders. There's water running through the tub. Lance had left it unplugged, rinsing blood from his skin and scales.

“You have blood in your hair,” Keith whispers, sliding fingers up into his spouse’s starlight locks. He takes a water pitcher and pours it over the Altean’s head, spreads some soap over his palms, and begins to work it out.

“I thought you were joining me,” Lance mutters, tipping his head back.

“Didn’t want the blood to get any dryer. I’ll join you when I’m done.”

“As you wish.”

Nothing is spoken for some time, Keith focusing on his task, Lance enjoying the attention. Keith can see his smile when he tilts his head back. When they do speak again, it’s Keith that starts.

“What do you know of our wolves?”

“Nothing at all. Why?”

“Beneath Mount Sil’Brana is a petrified forest. Trees made of stone, branches like arms holding up the ceiling. There, among those trees, are the bones of my ancestors’ ancestors. The first of us. There are carvings- on rocks, on the trees, into the walls of their burrows under the ground, of wolves. They have been with us, our companions, since we even began. A friendship as old as our society.”

Keith passively scrubs Lance’s hair, more running his hands through it than actually washing it. His thoughts are so convoluted, the man before him so complex, but the simple task before him helps put everything in better order.

“The wolves are sacred to us. Their lifespan is similar to ours, and Galra warriors and hunters only ever takes one for a companion, if one at all. That person today… They lost a friend that should have been theirs for a lifetime. But you preserved her blood, and her legacy. A strong, brave animal like that… She deserved to leave something behind, and she did. Thanks to you.

"It was kindness, Lance, what you did. You shortened her suffering, eased her packmate’s grief, and saved a life.”

“That cub…” Lance closes his eyes as Keith rinses his hair free of pinkened suds. “He will grow up without a mother. That is not an easy thing, beloved.”

“I know. Life isn’t an easy thing… I forget sometimes just how violent you can be. Alteans are not a very nice species, really, but it’s hard to reconcile that with your treatment of me and those around you.”

“I like to think I am better than they are,” Lance confesses. “But in reality, I’m probably just different at best and weak at worst. If that’s even the worst.”

Keith leans forward, wrapping his arms around Lance’s chest, resting his cheek on to of his head. “I don’t know enough to argue with you on that, but I like you better than the vast majority of Alteans I have met.”

“I should hope so,” Lance says, a smile finally finding its way back into his voice as Keith slips into the hot water, plugging the tub before settling next to him. “I’d hate to not be your favorite. Can I unbraid your hair?”

Keith nods, twisting away so Lance has easier access. “You don’t have to worry, you know. About being my favorite. I could never choose anyone else. I wouldn’t want to.”

“I wouldn’t either, beloved. So I won’t.” Brown-skinned hands find Keith’s waist, running up and down his sides, his abdomen. Keith allows it, allows Lance to hook his chin over his shoulder, nose against his cheek, breathe in his scent. Lance is learning. He’s learning to treat him how a Galra would treat their mate. How to love him and scent him and touch him.

A man ahead of his species.

“Do you ever think about it?”

Lance blinks, mind not at all prepared for guessing games. “What now?”

“I just- I never thought it would be you.”

“Me?” Lance all but purrs as the very tips of Keith’s claws scritch at his scaled thigh, sliding over the smooth skin underneath. The scales on his cheeks start to glow.

“I have met so many people since Shiro found me and brought me here. Commoners, nobles, soldiers, hunters, warriors… The last person I ever expected to love was the son of the man who hurt me the most." Keith's loose hair tumbled over his shoulders and into the water.

“Alfor’s men killed my father. Another wandered into my home, wounded, and when I tried to save them, they drew a weapon against me. My experience and understanding of them is first that they are cold and cruel, and second that they are ignorant and selfish.

“I hadn’t thought, even for a moment, that you would be someone I could love.”

“I understand.” Lance wraps his arms around him, almost possessive, definitely desirous. “I didn’t think I’d love you either. I had hoped, but I figured the best I could expect would be friends, and friendly acquaintances seemed far more likely.

“It’s a wonderful surprise, loving you. Still, I wish you hadn’t been thrown at me underage. I embrace our alliance, and the alliance between our peoples, but I don’t think I’ll ever forgive a child being married into my care. And I can never truly respect a man who would perpetrate such a thing.”

Keith nods, sliding in between Lance's legs to rest his head on him chest. He pieces the words together, trying to articulate his thoughts.

“It’s hard, sometimes, to imagine what might have been, not because I hurt, but because… Really, my pain means nothing. My pain against the pain of billions? That’s nothing-”

“It’s not nothing, Keith. No one’s pain is nothing.”

“But not everything has been bad. We act like it has, but the truth… the truth is… I-” Keith sighs, giving up on whatever’s stuck in his mouth. Instead, he rubs his cheek against Lance’s scaled breast, working his scent into his skin.

Lance gently guides him back, coaxing their gazes to meet. A thumb brushes over a sharp cheekbone, a cheekbone fundamentally incongruous with a pair of wide, soft eyes luminescing in the dim light. “Don’t do that to me, beloved. Don’t close up on me. Please?”

‘Beloved��. An endearment that had found its beginning as a display, a show, part of the façade they’d been assigned. And yet, over time, it had gained meaning. Keith was beloved of Lance, precious, valued, adored. A self-fulfilling endearment.

“I never would have known you. That’s-” Keith hesitates, cautious in giving himself away. “That’s not a reality I want to think about.

“There are so many other realities where you and I never meet. Where we run in circles around each other. Where we run at each other head first, at the speed of sound, only to dodge at the very last tick.

“I don’t want to think about those, or how things might have been, or maybe even should have been. I’d rather think about this one, where we did meet, where we collided.” Keith lifts Lance’s hand, grips it tight, watching their fingers lace together. “We were forced together, and it was horrible, and I’ll never quite forgive either. But this? Here? The way we’ve been lately, it doesn’t feel forced at all.”

Keith reaches up, releasing Lance’s thigh, and gently brushes thumbs over the soft scales on Lance’s cheeks. His greatest vulnerability. Except there’s no fear in Lance’s face. Instead, the Altean closes his eyes, leaning into the touch. Nothing but trust.

“This might be the easiest thing I’ve ever done,” Keith whispers.

Lance draws in a shuddering breath, leans in to press a kiss to Keith’s forehead, pull him into an embrace, skin against furred skin. “I wouldn’t say you’ve been the easiest, but you're definitely the best. Absolutely my favorite.”

Keith’s ear twitches with the bold affection, with their current state, flapping against Lance’s jaw. Lance snorts, flicks it, kisses it to make sure Keith knows he’s not bothered by it.

“So this is new. I can see…” Lance trails knuckles up and down his side, other arm still wrapping around his waist. “Most of you.”

“Yeah, well you’ve seen plenty before, I’m sure, so-”

“Hey, beloved.” Lance tugs on his hair. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. It’s… Nice. Being here with you. Feels nice. Safe.” He draws in a deep breath, hot water, gentle hands, cool, scaly skin filling him with well-being, much needed for both of them after the evening’s sour turn. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, beloved. Always.”

“See, that’s the thing.” Keith sits back in Lance’s lap, frowning. “I love you, and you love me back. And that’s- That’s important, right? And what we do with that love is important, too.”

“I agree.” Lance’s eyes are scrutinizing him, he can feel it. “What exactly are you getting at?”

“I’ve thought a lot about… things, and I’ve made a decision. I’m healthy, and adjusting well to adulthood. I have access to necessary medical care. I trust that I won’t become nothing more than a breeder- I think we should have a kit.”

“Off your first season?” Lance’s voice is so soft, like a gentle breeze. “Are you sure?”

“The only reservation I have left is that I’ll be giving everyone the satisfaction of seeing me mated and pregnant, and allowing myself to follow the relatively toxic breeding culture of my own species. But I want this. For me. For us. And I know you want it, too. That should be all that matters.”

“Absolutely. I want that, too. A family to call my own, to build for myself." Lance's pointed ears droop, thinking of his own broken life. "However, I’m not touching you unless-”

"Yeah, I know. So you've said." Keith smirks at his spouse. He drapes his arms over Lance’s scaled shoulders. “You really are more scales than skin. And so hairless.”

“We, uh. We balance each other out, Mr. Cat.” Lance plays with the thick ridge of stiff fur trailing down Keith’s spine. “So what happens now?” the Altean asks.

“Well, I know what I’d like to happen now… If it’s okay with you?”

“What’s that?” Lance knows, or at least has taken an educated guess, but he’d still have Keith say it.

“Make love to me.” Enormous eyes glitter like amethysts, night lenses flaring like amber. “Make me yours. Mind, soul, and body.”

Their lips meet, though neither can be sure who leans in first. Lance slips his tongue inside Keith’s welcoming mouth as their bodies become a tangle of arms and legs, thoughts and feelings.

Lance keeps it brief, a pressing question getting in the way. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, that’s why I said it.”

“Sorry for checking,” Lance mutters.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

It's only then that Lance notices exactly how Keith's nose crinkles just a little when he laughs. It's adorable. He brushes some hair out of the Galra's face, smiling.

"Nothing less could do."

#LoveAftertheFact #LAtF #klance #galtean au #altean lance #galra keith #adashi #altean adam #galra shiro #voltron legendary defender #vld

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rubymoon-snape · 5 years ago

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The Best Birthday Ever

Disclaimer: I don't own Voltron Legendary Defender.

Author Note: This is team as family with Dads of Marmora thrown in. It is also somewhat canon compliant in regards to Altea and Daibazaal being brought back. However, Allura didn't die to bring it about. Also, she and Lance are not dating. They decided they were better off as friends. Krolia and Kolivan are still the representatives of the Galactic Republic for Daibazaal, and Keith is the leader of the new humanitarian relief Blades. Acxa is here as Keith's older sister (not twin).

"The Best Birthday Ever"

"Relief mission was a complete success, Kolivan," Keith reported. Even though he was the leader of the Blades, he still reported to Kolivan as he recognized his expertise in leading the organization, even if it was going in a different direction.

"Well done, kit. Do you have enough supplies left for a small relief mission?"

"How small?"

"There is a village on one of the moons that has requested help. It's no larger than a hundred beings."

Keith sighed inwardly. He and his personal team of Blades were tired, but they did have enough supplies for a mission of that size. "Send me the coordinates and we'll be there. We will be cleaned out after that, so we will be headed back. I'll contact you again when the mission is over."

"No need for that, kit. When you are finished, come back home. Our pack, especially your mother, misses you."

Keith smiled. "I miss you guys too. Keith over and out."

The view screen blinked off, and Keith sighed. "Well, girls, you heard Kolivan. We have a small mission to do before we can go home."

%%%

"I sent him on the mission as requested, but I still don't understand why he needed to be sent away," Kolivan stated as he turned around to face the rest of his pack.

"It's because his birthday is coming up and the preparations are not finished yet," Krolia replied. "We just need a little bit more time."

"What needs completed?" Ulaz asked.

"The Paladins are taking care of the preparations. We just need to guarantee a large enough space for everyone to gather," Krolia answered. "In fact, they should be on their way via wormhole."

A light blinked on the consol and an alarm sounded alerting the Galra to the opening of a wormhole. To their surprise, there were two wormholes that opened; one blue and one orange. Out of the blue wormhole came an Altean pod, and a Garrison ship came out of the orange wormhole.

"Altean Delegation requesting permission to land."

"Oh, come on, Allura. There's no need to be so formal. Krolia knows we're coming," Lance spoke up from the Garrison pod.

Krolia grinned. "I am expecting you both. Please land quickly so we can get this done as fast as possible."

"Is Keith on his way?" Shiro asked.

"No. I sent him and his personal team of Blades on a small relief mission, but it might not take long," Kolivan answered.

"Understood. Garrison pod over and out."

Both pods landed, and their occupants disembarked. Each person was carrying something (gifts, decorations, cakes, cake decorations, etc).

Hunk and Romelle had baked many, round red velvet cakes on Earth, so Keith could have a three tier cake for his birthday. They were going to decorate each tier differently; the bottom tier was going to show his time as the Red Paladin with the likeness of the Red Lion and her element of fire, the second tier was going to show his time as the Black Paladin with the likeness of the Black Lion and her element of the sky, and the top tier was going to show his time as an agent of the BoM with the sides showcasing his time as a regular agent and the very top as the leader. It was their gift to Keith.

Lance was carrying his wrapped gift and a large box of party decorations. Somehow, he had found decorations featuring the Voltron lions and bought all the ones with the Red and/or Black Lions on them. He also brought a banner that read 'Happy Birthday Keith' and crepe paper in red, purple, and black. Shiro was shaking his head at the crepe paper. (He figured Keith wouldn't like it).

Shiro was carrying a medium sized thin box tied in ribbon and topped with a bow in his left hand and his right arm was floating beside him holding a large box full of the decorations Hunk and Romelle needed to complete Keith's cake.

Matt and Pidge were the last two out of the Garrison pod. Matt was carrying a large gift bag, the red tissue paper peeking out over the top, and Pidge was fiddling with her data pad as she walked.

Allura and Coran didn't have anything except a small box between the two of them. The box had a red bow on top, obviously their gift for Keith.

The five humans and three Alteans entered the capital city's conference building and were instantly met by Keith's pack. Thace showed Hunk and Romelle where the kitchen was, and took the box of cake decorations from Shiro. Ulaz led the others to the largest conference room which was reserved for Keith's party. Lance immediately got to work decorating the room. Shiro pulled one of the tables to the side and set his box on it, which designated it for presents. Allura and Matt walked over and set their presents on the table as well. Lance put his present on the table while he decorated the room. Shiro put his foot down when Lance tried to use the crepe paper. "Keith's not going to like it. You know he prefers simple over extravagant."

Lance pouted but put the crepe paper back in the box and pulled out the banner. "Hey, Shiro, could you put the banner up? I want it to be hanging from the ceiling."

Shiro smiled. "That I can do."

%%%

Keith sighed and rolled his right shoulder as he sat down in his chair. Acxa glanced at her younger brother. He didn't know she was his sister. She always wanted to tell him, but there was never a good enough moment. Their mom promised that she'd be able to tell him at his surprise party. She and the girls had to keep the party a secret, even though they didn't understand the reasoning behind it. Keith /knew/ it was his birthday; how could a party be a surprise? They did buy him a present though. It had been a couple of quintants before their large relief mission, and Acxa had gotten permission to go to the space mall to pick up some supplies. It was while on the supply run that she saw something she /knew/ Keith would love. She had given it to their mom for safe keeping.

"You all right there, Keith?" Ezor had noticed his movements.

"I guess. My right shoulder hurts. I got injured when I took my trials all those deca-phoebes ago, and it hurts every so often."

"You should ask Ulaz to look it over," Acxa suggested. "He might have something."

"Yeah maybe. Let's go home."

Acxa took the controls and flew them home. She sent a secret communique to their pack, letting them know they were on the way and to expect them within the next two vargas.

The trip to Daibazaal was uneventful, and the four Blades exited the ship. Keith was so tired that he didn't even notice the pod from the Garrison or the Altean pod in the hangar. Acxa was at his side and seemed to be guiding him in a different direction than Kolivan's office. That thought amused him. No matter what Kolivan was doing, he had an office, though he shared this one with Krolia.

"Kolivan is in the largest conference room, awaiting our arrival," Acxa mentioned.

"Is he in a meeting?" Keith asked.

"No. There's not a meeting scheduled for today."

"How do you know about that?" Keith asked as he walked into a darkened room. Keith looked side to side, his eyes glowing slightly. He always had decent night vision, not as good as his pack but better than a human's. He could just make out some shapes before the lights came back on, causing him to blink harshly.

"Surprise! Happy birthday, Keith!"

Keith looked at all the gathered people. There were the two Alteans, Allura and Coran, as well as Shiro, Pidge, Lance, and Matt. His entire pack was there as well, his current team of Blades joining the throng of people, which parted to let Hunk and Romelle through. They were carrying a three tier, gorgeously decorated cake. There were many candles lit; Keith didn't care to count how many.

"This is our present to you. Romelle and I made this for you."

Tears leapt to his eyes. "Guys, thank you. This means so much to me."

"Make a wish and blow out the candles, Mullet!"

"What more could I ask for?" Keith inquired before indulging Lance. He closed his eyes and thought about his wish before he opened his eyes and blew out the candles with one breath.

Shiro, Lance, Pidge, and Matt clapped enthusiastically. Hunk and Romelle set the cake down on a nearby table, taking the candles off and readying it for Keith to cut it. In the meantime, Keith went over to his friends and received hugs and well wishes.

"You guys!" Keith lightly punched Shiro in the shoulder and gave Matt a playful shove. He grabbed Pidge and Lance in headlocks. "I didn't expect a thing!"

Lance pulled out of the headlock with a grin. "That was the point."

"Keith! Come cut the cake!" Hunk called out.

Keith dutifully walked over and made the first cut before letting himself be drawn away by his pack. Purrs, rumbles, hums, amused sounding growls, and huffs along with nuzzles and pets were exchanged at a rapid pace with his Blades joining in.

Hunk and Romelle passed out pieces of the cake to everyone who wanted one with Keith getting the first piece. His eyes sparkled when he saw it was a red velvet cake. After everyone ate their piece, it was time for presents.

Shiro led Keith over to the table where the presents were. There was a small box, a large gift bag, a medium sized thin box, a smaller thin box, and a lumpy wrapped gift. Keith looked over the selection. "Which one should I open first?"

"Open ours first!" the Holt siblings chorused.

"It's the gift bag," Shiro said helpfully.

Keith grabbed the gift bag and read the tag, which stated it was from all four Holts instead of just the siblings. He opened the bag, withdrew the tissue paper, and found it was full of art supplies. He pulled out a sketch pad, charcoal pencils, colored pencils, special erasers for charcoal pencils, oil pastels, regular pencils, and a sharpener. He packed the supplies back into the bag and hugged Pidge and Matt. "Thank you, guys, and tell your parents thanks as well."

"Open mine next!" Lance cried. "I actually wrapped it!"

Keith picked up the deceptively light package and looked it over. He raised an eyebrow at the wrapping paper. It was black with little white dots and cartoonish red rocket ships and the words 'happy birthday' written on it. It was supposed to resemble a space scene from a cartoon show Keith guess. He looked up at Lance. "You chose this paper why?"

Lance held his hands up in defeat. "Don't blame me, dude. Sylvio was the one who picked it out!"

Keith chuckled. He couldn't get upset at Lance's little nephew. He opened the gift and held up a black hoodie. His eyes fell on the white lettering on the front, which spelled out 'Undercover Galra.' Another eyebrow was raised. "Lance."

Lance chuckled and draped an arm around Keith's shoulders. "I saw this airbrush shop that could airbrush anything you wanted on an article of clothing, and I couldn't resist! It suits you, Mullet, and you know it."

"What does it say, kit?" Antok asked.

Keith turned the hoodie around to show the six members of his pack and his three personal Blades. Acxa and Regris couldn't help but chuckle at the words. Keith blushed and set the hoodie down. "Excuse me while I murder Lance."

Lance ducked behind Allura, who neatly stepped out of the line of fire. "Oh no you don't. I didn't get between you two on the castle ship, and I'm not about to start now."

Shiro wrapped an arm around Keith's shoulders. "Don't kill Lance. He means well, and you know it. Now, open my gift."

He pushed the thin, medium sized box forward. Keith opened the box and gasped. Inside was an oversized knife, tucked safely in its sheath. He withdrew the card, which read: - Oversize Kukri Battle Knife, length: 11 1/2 inches, two tone finish on blade, partially serrated, rubberized handle offers firm and impact absorbing grip -. He tucked the card back in the box and hugged Shiro. "This is amazing, Shiro! How did you know I was looking at this?"

"A little birdie told me...or rather a little Pidgeon told me."

Pidge whistled and refused to meet Keith's eyes. Keith grinned wide and called out, "You are /not/ slick, Pidge."

"Never claimed to be!" she shot back.

Keith just grinned even wider and grabbed the closest present which was a small box. He opened the box, and his eyes widened. He withdrew two sets of throwing knives, still sheathed in their protective holders. He set one set down on the table and unlatched the other set. He slipped one of the throwing knives out and looked it over. It was an obsidian metal with a circular pommel, and the grip was wrapped in a black twine like material. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He closed it and opened it again with the same result. Allura took pity on the new Blade Leader and walked over. "These are from Coran and myself. We figured you would like them."

Keith sheathed the throwing knife before setting the set back on the table. He wrapped his arms around Allura's shoulders and purred to her. "Thank you very much; both of you."

Allura curled her arms around Keith's head. "You are very welcome."

He unwrapped his arms and looked at the table. "There's another present?"

"Open it," Allura urged.

He slid the large, thin box close and opened it. His mouth fell open in shock at he gazed the sword (tucked into its sheath) and read the card detailing information about the blade. - Honshu Boshin Katana (Modern Tactical Samurai/Ninja Sword), hand forged, angled pommel, length: 40 3/4 inches, remains razor sharp even after slicing through solid rock, no slip grip, ergonomic contours boost comfort & reduces fatigue -.

Keith looked up at the gathered guests and family. "Who is this from?"

"It's from us," Acxa spoke up, gesturing to her and the other two girls. "I thought you'd like it."

"I love it. Thank you." Keith pulled the girls close, giving and receiving nuzzles.

"There is one more present, kit," Krolia spoke up.

Keith looked back at the table. "Where?"

Krolia chuckled. "It's not a physical present. Come here, my kit."

Keith left his Blades' embrace and went over to his mother. "I know how important family is to you, my son, so it's only fitting that you learn this on your birthday. You have an older sister."

Keith looked up at her. "What? Who?"

"It's me, Keith. I'm your sister," Acxa answered.

Keith turned his head quickly in her direction. "You are? When did you find out?"

"It's been a deca-phoebe since I found out. I just couldn't find the right time to tell you."

Keith held his arms out for Acxa to join him and their mother. There was no hesitation on Acxa's part. She immediately dashed over and was pulled into her mom's arms with her brother right next to her. Keith purred in delight. This had to be the best birthday ever.

Fin

#vld keith #dads of marmora #season 8 au #Keith's birthday #team as family

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ladyemberswrites · 6 years ago

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Writing request: Lotor and Allura experiencing Earth carnivals for the first time plz

Lotura + Shiro

Awestruck, there is no other word for it. The lights, the colors, the whirlwind of noise and people.

"Wow" Allura murmured eyes aflame with curiosity. The brightness of the carnival decorations dance along her bare skin drawing emphasis to her crystalline gaze, and ivory curls pushed over her shoulder in a intricate braid.

"Definitely, though I can't seem to find anything else in my vocabulary to describe-well this"

"It's beautiful" Lotor squeezed her fingers between his larger ones "and sparkly!" She eyes the large skyscraper like establishments with interest.

"Are you guys going to stand there or what" Shiro smiled at them "come on, I'll show you around" Allura nods enthusiastically, pulling Lotor eagerly along.

Lotor knew that Earth is a highly populated planet, but given that his time here had been spent in the dull, white colored rooms of the infirmary and the grey halls of the Garrison base, places mostly isolated and secluded, he hadn't much time, until now, to enjoy what Earth and its inhabitants had to offer.

The happy cries and shouts of children and their families reminded him of his days spent traveling in exile baring witness to many different cultures and festivities of other planets untouched by the Galra Empire's path of mindless destruction.

"So, what do you guys what to do first?" Shiro's voice broke him from his musings.

Lotor's eyes darted around from stall to stall. Theirs many of them, too many to chose from "what are the booths for" he points, Allura follows his line of sight.

"Some are for games and the others for food" he answers "what do you guys want to do first?"

"Games! Let's do the games" Allura bounced on her heels.

"Lotor?"

He shakes his head "anything's fine with me"

"Alright, this way"

The first booth they approached earned them a few stares.

"Mommy, that man has purple skin" a child looked upon him in wonderment, the mother on the other hand casted him a wary smile, she pulled the child away as discreetly as she thought possible.

"It's not nice to stare, honey"

"But, he's huge! Super huge!" The child emphasized by rising his hands until the mother simply dragged him away "and that guy has a metal arm!"

"What's her problem" the princess muttered.

"It's nothing to worry about" he brought her hand to lips.

"But"

"Don't let it get to you" Shiro assured "earth just needs time to get use to you guys. Us." He noted the odd glances towards his scar and white hair, and more importantly his cybernetic arm.

Allura also received some odd looks, but nothing that lingered for far too long, besides her ivory hair, pointed ears and pink markings she didn't stand out too much, she could definitely pass for a Terran with few problems. He on the other hand is a different story altogether, as he towered over everyone here.

The booth keeper is an elderly man wearing a strange hat of sorts "Good Evening!" He waves " Y'all interested in a game or two" he didn't comment on either of their appearances, much to his relief.

"Three please" he noted a pyramid of white-what he believed to be pins of some kind, Shiro payed the man 5 pieces of currency called dollars if he remembered correctly, and in return the man gave him three bright, red balls.

"Does the pretty lady want to go first" he tips his hat with a wink.

"Me?" Shiro gave her balls which meant his hand is vacant for the time being "oh, well if that's alright"

"Lady's first" Shiro moved aside.

"Okay, than what is the objective of this game"

"You just have to knock over these here rows of pins, all ten, in three gos, if you do, ya get a prize"

"Oh!" That piquet her interest "what kind of prize"

He nods up, gesturing to a large net filled with stuffed animals. Earth animals to be exact, Allura beams, squealing in delight "their so cute! Alright, your on" determined, she picked her first ball, the man moved out the way. Biting her lip, she rose her arm and tossed with all her strength.

Meaning it rip right through the pins and through the wood of the stall. The old man's brows shot right into his hair line, as all ten hit the floor with a clank.

Shiro grimaced slightly at the display.

"Yes!" She jumped, oblivious to the hole in the wall. And the next rows went down with quick ease. The older man whistled, impressed.

"You gotta mighty nice hand there, little lady."

"Thank you!" She hopped "now, what prize do I get"

"Any of your choosing"

"Um" she pressed a finger to her lips as she scanned the assortment of stuffed creatures "oh, oh that one-with the long neck"

"The giraffe?"

"Yes" she bobs her head that one "that one, please"

At the end of ordeal. Shiro offered to pay fot the damages, but the man just laughed it off and said that looking to renovate anyways. No troubles.

All in all it didn't turn into a disaster, as he watched Allura rub the stuffed animal against her cheeks "it's so fluffy"

It certainly is a strange animal, but Allura seemed to adore it. After, the pin booth, they tried one with floating fruit. Apparently, the point is to fish as many out the water using only your mouth.

Lotor found it ridiculous and a idiot's guide to almost waterboarding oneself, not to mention unsanitary. But, the night is young and Allura's bustling with vigor, apparently being incarcerated at the Garrison has left to hype on energy that needed to be funneled somewhere. And Shiro's only happy to join.

Lotor twisted his face away; watching people sticking their mouths in a tank of water, swapping bodily fluids without a single thought that this could be a breeding ground for contamination.

Allura beat Shiro by twenty to his measly 5 in one minute, and he ended up carrying the paper bag full of fruit. From there they visited another water based game this time with fish.

He grimaced "don't tell me we have to catch them with our mouths"

Shiro chuckles "No. No. We use these special nets to catch as many as we can in a certain time frame."

"Ah."

"Wanna try?" Allura offers him a net adorn with a handle.

"Very well" it seemed easy enough.

It was not. The fish kept jumping out his net and escaping, or in their rush towards freedom kept splashing him in the face. By the end of it his shirt is splotched with water. Shiro ended up winning this round with Allura pouting, as she only caught 2 by the time finally came to end.

"No fair" she mumbled walking away dejectedly.

"It's not as easy as it looks"

He agreed silently, picking at the long sleeved black Shirt he had bought when the Green Paladin's mother helped everyone not from Earth buy clothing.

"But, you made it look so easy" she whined.

The former gladiator rubbed the back of his head self-consciously "experience, actually. I use to play this game all the time in my hometown."

"I see" she murmured "suppose that explains a lot. What was it like?"

"Huh?"

"Your home town I mean?"

"Nothing much really. Pretty small, mostly farm land and rice fields. But, my parents don't live there anymore, they moved into the city for the benefit of my father's health years ago"

"How come you didn't introduce us"

"They live halfway across the world, plus, we haven't actually talked in years, long before I went to space"

"What?" Why, wouldn't they?" She snapped her head towards Shiro brows furrowed "did you get into a fight?"

Shiro peered away from her concerned gaze uncomfortably "Shiro?" She said softly.

Lotor cleared his throat. Loudly "Allura."

"Huh?"

He shook his head.

"Um" she tried reaching for his shirt.

"Look, candle apples. Stay put, I'll get some" he made haste through the crowd leaving behind a confused, bewildered Allura.

"I said something stupid didn't I" she repiled after a moment.

"Your not stupid" he placed a hand on her head guiding her away from the crowds with little effort "but, I believe it's best if you don't bring up his parents"

"Yeah" she rubbed her arm "I'll apologize when he gets back"

"I don't think that'll be wise."

"Why not!" She snapped indignantly "I've clearly done something wrong. I have to apologize"

"In this case it's best if you don't."

"Why?"

"It might come off as pity"

"Oh.." her ears wilted tad.

"Just let it be"

"Alright" she mumbled.

"Mommy! It's those alien people!"

"Let's find a seat shall we" he grumbled.

It takes awhile for Shiro to find his way back through the sea of people. In the meantime he and Allura found a pinic table laying on the outskirts, away from human traffic. Still the wayward looks and glances wouldn't end. Some were even brave enough to approach.

One being a little girl who came up to Allura dressed in little dimples "I love your hair! It's so pretty and curly!"

"Why thank you! That's sweet of you to say"

Another were a group of men of many sizes, though none of them rivaled him in height, despite some being burly or muscular. Unlike, the girl they alarmed him as the green colored clothing and hunting gear caused his suspicions to arise as they made their way to them.

The smallest of the group spoke "you the aliens we've been hearing about?"

"Why do you wish to know"

"Just wanna ask some questions" he answered vaguely.

"Interview" one with braided blonde hair blurted out, nudging his friend with his elbow"we wanted to interview y'all if that's okay"

Allura simply gave him an odd glance and shrugged.

"Forgive me asking but what's with the heavy gear?" Lotor nods his head towards the trapping equipment hulled on their backs.

"Oh, this-we're bigfoot hunters"

Lotor rose a brow.

"Bigfoot?" Allura inquired.

"Yeah, the missing link between man and ape"

"Oh!" Allura said in a way that she clearly didn't understand "I see. Well, then what is it that you wanted to ask us?"

The short man pulled out a rectangular device that appeared to be falling apart, as it is amatuerly stuck together with tape, the other men gathered closer.

He hit a button and a red light blinks on "is it true, that your aliens from outer space?"

Allura tucked a few strands behind her ears, straightening her shoulders, and lacing her fingers together on top the table "Technically, speaking yes. But, to be more specific I'm Altean from the planet Altea and Lotor, here is both Altean and Galra"

"Ah!" They all said in unison, nodding their heads.

"How many alien species are out there in the universe"

"Billions upon billions"

Another unsion of ahs, some them even whipped out their own recording devices.

"Is it true that your a princess, little lady"

"Yes, that is correct"

"And this guy's really an Emperor"

"Indeed" he answers shortly.

A few more questions were asked before they asked for a picture. Lotor declined, but Allura had no qualms about taking any with the strange men. Before they took their leave they left a number they could contact them with.

"What was that about?" Shiro came back looking far more calmer and less ill.

"Bigfoot, hunters apparently"

"Those guys. They didn't cause any trouble did they?"

"Strangely, no"

"I liked them"

"I got the candy apples" he hands one to Allura who eyes it with wonder, and takes a bite.

Lotor takes one from his and found it way too sweet for his taste. Allura gobbles it up like a man starved and in complete bliss. He takes a few more before bestowing his to her with she accepts without hesitation.

Their next destination brought them out further where the rides were hidden. Again so many to choose from, though the errant screaming is off putting. Mostly, to his ears.

"Don't worry, its not what you think" Shiro assuages their worries.

The first one they tried is a spinning teapot. Allura had fun spinning them around as fast as she cound possibly make the machine go. They went twice before vertigo set in and he had to stop. The other were the bumper cars. Not exciting as Shiro made it out to be, that and he had to pass because he couldn't fit.

Next, were the rollercoasters. An endless cascade of loops and spins, twists and turns.

Basically, a standing safety hazard in his opinion.

"It's safe, Lotor"

"Is it really?"

"They have safety measures and guidelines"

"Mh"

He didn't want to get flung fifty stories from a flimsy carnival ride.

"Come on, Lotor. Please" Allura begged.

"Very well"

Once again looks are trained in their direction. The courier of this so-called Doomsday Coster, didn't exactly inspire hope in him in anyway, nor did the courier's figdeting and stammering as he pulled the harness over his head, locking him in place, and hastily rushed away from his line of sight.

The experience is needless to say-quite dull when you compare it to his sicline ships, Allura had the time of her life and she and Shiro went for an encore.

Gidy and energized, Allura had coaxed them in to trying a few more rides, by the time they had reached the one that slowly rose to the top than dropped out the skies; he had enough excitement for the night. Upon sitting down, they found the rest with Hunk puking abd heaving onto the ground as Pidge consoled him.

Of couse Allura wanted to try the walking safety hazard. Though, she didn't try and rope him into this one, she and Keith decided to give it a go while Lance kept a distance. From him to be exact. Not that it bothered him in the slightest, as Shiro also decided that it was enough excitement for the day.

Watching Allura climb onto that contraction did little to ease his nerves, especially when she came barreling down many feet from the air. Only this time, she joined Hunk as she came shakily down the ramp and vomited into one the garbage cans.

It seemed she had finally met her match.

This was a fun request! I might add some more later.

Thanks for the prompt @beautifulmonsterseverywhere !

#lotura #lollura #requests

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stardust-and-blades · 6 years ago

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13 would be nice with klance

This is the most requests I have ever received WOWZA

*spins wheel* lets see if this lands of fluff or angst mWAHAHA

13. Things you said at the kitchen table

“Where in the world are you taking me?”

“I told you, to the apartment.”

“Then why am I blindfolded?”

“It’s a surpriiiiiiiise,” Lance said in a sing-song voice. He kept he hands on Keith’s shoulders, the other holding his hands out despite Lance’s guiding. He doesn’t know what is going on, and he doesn’t know whether to feel amused or slightly terrified. It was October, it can either spell beautiful gifts or an evening of Keith chasing Lance around the apartment with a shoe ready to throw for scaring him. It wouldn’t be the first time both has happened.

Keith heard the normal creak of door, still not fixed though they have sent numerous requests to cease the creaking. Lance’s hands disappeared, Keith blinking away the darkness and adjusted to the dark surroundings. The lights were turned off, leaving Keith with a big question mark above his head. He reached to flip on the switch, but Lance batted his hand away.

“Ah ah, not yet. You need to sit down first.”

“I can’t see shit.” Keith said, blunt. Lance just chuckled and took his hand. Keith tripped over a few unknown artifacts, most likely the decor Lance placed around the living room and kitchen in order to give it life. Well would be about ready to end a life if Keith couldn’t see where he was going.

“Damn it Lance, are you trying to surprise me or kill me?”

Lance feigned an offended gasp. “Keith! I would never!”

“That’s up for debate.” He grumbled. Honestly, what was happening?

“Shush, grumpypants.” Lance poked his cheek. He finally settled Keith on a chair, but walked away.

“Where are you going?”

“To switch the lights on. Do me a favor and keep your eyes on the front of you.”

Keith quirked an eyebrow up, but obeyed and kept his sight on whatever was supposed to be displayed. The lights flicker on and lo and behold, the small, cheap kitchen table was adorn in red silk, blue candles nestled in a candelabra Keith is sure Lance either stole or borrowed (is that an antique?), and rose petals scattered about. Their favorite dishes laid on finely etched porcelain plates, ones Keith has never seen before. In addition, plopped right on top of his empty plate is a purple stuffed lion, its large eyes staring up at him, practically giving him the puppy dog eyes. It was cute; something to rival Keith’s childhood stuffed hippo his parents gave him before they passed away.

Keith was speechless. Today isn’t his birthday or halloween–did he miss something? Was today their anniversary? No, that was two months away. Unless…

Lance–”

“AH!” Lance admonished, stopping his head from turning around. “Don’t look! Give me a second.”

He couldn’t help it–he laughed. “What are you doing? This is wonderful, but you know I’m not big on surprises.” He picked up the stuffed lion, smiling fondly at the animal. “Though I have to admit, I’m starting to change my mind.”

“Oh if you think that will change you’re mind, you’re going to love what is next.” Lance said, Keith telling there is a grin splayed on his other half.

He hugged the lion to himself, silently waiting for the kicker.

There was a rustle of cloth and a little bit of cursing (Lance seemed to be having trouble), and it took much of Keith’s strength and patience not to turn around. When Lance finally gave the go ahead to turn, Keith expected anything other than what he sets his eyes on.

They widen, his mouth agape at his kneeling boyfriend, a nervous blush dusting his neck and cheeks in quick succession. A black box is in his hands, one opened it to show the contents. A silver engagement ring sat in the confines of red satin, a small diamond embedded in the stainless metal, the light shining off the precious gem. It blinked up at Keith, pleading to be acknowledged, begging to be accepted. Keith, who never believed he would get married since his teen years, could feel his chest swell with an unknown sensation. It bloomed and bloomed, and as Lance jumbled out the common yet overwhelming words, the feeling burst from within in through steady, happy tears.

“I know this is our fourth year of dating,” Lance started, his eyes looking back and forth between Keith and the rest of the apartment in nervous anticipation. “But um…well I uh…I–sorry, I thought this far and now I’m kinda malfunctioning–”

“Lance.”

Lance’s eyes met Keith’s and stayed there, Keith’s harsh irises melted into a soft lavender, a loving kiss upon his scattered head. All traces of his rough facial features vanished, replaced by hidden sweet nectar Keith kept under lock and key for a long time. The only ones who were able to break inside were Shiro and Adam, but they were shown the familial parts that had been shut down since his time in the system. This Keith–the one Lance had the privilege to break through and see–is on a different level. And it renewed Lance to think out all the thoughts he wanted to bring to light since they moved in; since they first became one and saw each other in vulnerable states.

Keith nods at him to continue, and he started again with a new kind of determination.

“Keith, you have seen me at my best and at my worst. I thought you were just some asshole kid–”

Heyyyyy,” Keith narrowed his eyes.

“But!” Lance quickly added. “But as I got to know you, I saw a different side to you. A person willing to help tutor me in physics. The kid who kept sneaking stray cats into the dorms during thunder and snow storms, despite our hall leader threatening to kick you out. The boy who found me by a tree mourning the loss of my grandmother and hearing me out. The man who led me out of town on a motorcycle just to show me the best place to see the rise of dawn and the descent of sunset. Who held my hand tenderly, yet hesitant on our first date. And with that same hand punched the lights out of James Griffin for poking fun at me.”

“Only I can poke fun at you. And Pidge.” Keith said, still smiling softly and hugging the lion closer to him.

“Only because they mean no actual harm.” He thought and scrunched up his nose. “Well…”

“Well,” They said at the same time, stopping to stare at each other and then let out another laugh.

“Another topic for another time.” Keith said. He motioned for Lance to finish, Lance clearing his throat.

“Keith, all those moments I learned about you and spent with you are precious. They are memories I will never forget, and wouldn’t sacrifice for the world. And I would love to continue making those memories for the rest of our lives.” He pushed the box towards Keith. “Keith, will you marry me?”

The tears started all over again, and as Keith said “yes”, he took the ring, put it on, and threw himself at the boy he loved, embracing each other so tight nothing to tear them apart.

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They were heading to a fitting for their wedding. They left early in case of traffic, knowing the snow could delay the arrival. If they were late, they wouldn’t be able to get in until far later than scheduled. It was very cold out, and Keith commented on how maybe they should reschedule because the roads may be bad on the freeway. But Lance insisted they would be fine. That he knows the right route to avoid the potential slip and slide.

But no one could have anticipated the semi. The slush underneath its tires slipping into the opposite lane; for the driver to lose control. Lance pumped the breaks and tried and veer to the right, but there was no use. The breaks weren’t working and the tires kept going straight.

A flash of headlights.

A red jacket moving to cover Lance, holding his head close to him and shielding him from the impact.

A sickening crunch of metal meeting metal.

The car turning on its side and flipping.

Lance was in and out of consciousness, his ears ringing and his vision blurry. He heard sirens in the distance, and as he attempted to move he let out a cry from the pain in his middle, his ribs most likely broken. The only thing keeping Lance from hitting the front windshield is the seatbelt he had on, it securing his body in one place.

He lolled his head to the side, his thoughts slowly coming together and realizing he isn’t alone. He turned to his partner, and instantly wished he hadn’t.

Keith too was hanging by his seatbelt, but his arms were completely crushed. Blood spilled from his skull, his nose broken and chest not moving. Not even an inch.

Lance called out for Keith. Reached a hand over, though he knew it would cause more pain.

“Keith…” Lance rasped. “Keith. Keith, wake up. K-Keith?”

His hand wrapped around a cold one, letting out a cry that wasn’t from physical pain.

Keith’s ring is completely drenched in blood. And it will remain so until the paramedics pull them out. Until they are shipped to the hospital.

Until Lance changes his wedding plans to a funeral.

Send me a ship and a number and I’ll write a mini fic!

#shania writes #klangst #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #VLD #voltron #shania's asks #OOPS MY HAND SLIPPED

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starfaring-princelotor · 6 years ago

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No Time Like The Present

Summary: Lotor receives a gift and finds it means more to him than he realizes.

Pairings: Lotor x F!Reader

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I kindly ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. Thank you. ★

Warnings: N/a.

Future Sight___Historic Significance___No Time Like The Present___Thinking Ahead ___Best Friends

Lotor knew he was staring.

He knew he was unconsciously drifting his gaze from the professor to where you were sitting, directly across the hall from him. More than once he had to snap out if it by internally slapping himself, even if you didn’t once recognize the indecent gaze of his eyes lingering on your body. Your mouth. Your neck. Your shoulders. All of you. From the way your quill moved with every flick of your wrist to how those lips would mutter silently to yourself in reminder.

Lotor wondered what else your hands could do. What else that mouth could do. What else hid behind those lustrous orbs of yours. He couldn’t decide between wanting to steal a kiss from you or wanting you to take his breath away with a press of your delicate, pillowy lips upon him. His thoughts were rampant with little care for the rules he labeled as self-respect. And, damn it all, he had to control himself better.

You are not in love. You are heavily infatuated, you fool. You know the difference, now gather your wits and pay attention to the lesson at hand.

Hand. Lotor’s mind flashed an image of your hands, helplessly clinging to his back in wild lust. Were your nails long? Would you be digging them in his hot flesh while his hips grind against your body underneath him? Oh, how he wanted to feel your palm touching his chest, anywhere your curious mind desired. Are you the kind to let your fingertips explore or -

Damn. What was he? A foolish hormone-driven prepubescent again?

“Asked her out to the Yule Ball yet?”

Lotor kept his gaze glued on you and, without missing a beat, answered, “No. I do not think I will.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Shiro was watching his friend, that half-lust, half-adoration look in his eyes, “I heard Throk was going to.”

“You sure hear a lot of gossip nowadays, hm, Shiro?”

“Not my fault Allura’s mice like to hang out with me.”

He would have to hand it to Lotor, though. The man didn’t even flinch when he mentioned Throk. Was he that enthralled with you? Were his rose-colored goggles too tight on his face? Did he even notice you staring straight back at him with a small smile on your lips? No, he thinks not. He was on cloud nine and riding high in his horny thoughts.

“She will not agree to go with him.”

“Never get rid of that confidence, friend. It suits you,” Shiro grinned, containing his chuckle to not draw attention, “Since when could you tell the future?”

“I can not,” he grinned, “But chances are slim for Throk when she, no doubt, has lines of eager suitors just waiting to ask for her hand.”

Shiro was tempted to roll his eyes. What a hopeless romantic, this guy. When his grey orbs caught the black rose sticking out of his friend’s satchel, the Gryffindor prefect shook his head in mirthful amusement.

Hopeless? Maybe not. Romantic? Definitely.

Another crumpled ball folded itself into a snake, the magic from your wand bringing inanimate objects to life. Temporarily, anyways.

If anyone were to come into your room, they would see a zoo littered all over the floor. Paper animals from bears to giraffes tramped over the rug, some hiding under your bed while others sought to rip the smaller one to pieces. Ah, yes, the circle of paper life. It mattered not how noisy they were being. It could not distract you from hovering the tip of the quill over another blank parchment.

And hover it stayed.

The words were not coming to you and that was beyond frustrating. Your penmanship was fine, beautiful even, but the prose? The poetic soul? The letters meant to represent those lingering thoughts in your head were not working with you tonight. Or any previous night, for that matter. All you were doing was wasting ink and time. And yet, you kept trying, struggling to make this letter as perfect as possible for a certain white haired Slytherin.

Sighing heavily, you straighten your back and stretched your arms above you, letting your mind wander.

If there was one thing you appreciated with being Lotor’s friend, then it is that you didn’t need to be perfect. Everyone had flaws, but he showed you twice already that fixing them is what makes you a better person. Change is a good thing. Painful, but good. It was difficult keeping your eyes astray from that mirror shard. Easily one of the hardest hurdles you have ever had to do. You wanted so badly to see your mother, your father, all of you, smiling happily like before they…

“Dear Lotor,”

Dear Lotor? Was that proper for your friend? Hopefully, yes.

“Words can not express how thankful I am to have you by my side.”

You thought back to potions class, the time in the forest, even when he was guiding you to your house’s wing. A small, fond smile spread on your lips.

“Whereas I have been recklessly selfish, you have dutifully”

Dutifully? Ugh. That was not the right word! You know he wasn’t helping you out of duty. Well, not completely anyways. You hastily scratched over “dutifully” then continued writing, figuring this was a good 56th draft.

“You have kindly grounded me to see things more logically, something I have failed to do for someone sorted into the Ravenclaw house.”

Yes, yes. Keep it somewhat light with a self-burn joke. No doubt he would agree with you anyways. Probably chuckle to himself if he reads it. When he reads it. You bit your bottom lip, hesitating on the next words itching to transfer from your mind to ink. This part was always the hardest. The blank yellow tint of the paper mocked you, teased you for the cowardly trepidation gripping your chest. All this time, locked in your room, you came to one conclusion: you liked Lotor. You would consider the both of you as friends, right?

Right.

“If it is all the same to you”

Scratch that. It was too non-chalant.

“I hereby request that”

Scribbles. Too formal.

“Would it be terribly selfish if I were to ask you to attend the Yule ball with me?”

As...friends? Best friends. You felt your face warming up at those two words. Best. Friends. You really liked that.

Prince Lotor was nervous.

A rare occurrence for him, but it did happen. While he brushed off invisible lint from his shoulder, other hand folded neatly behind his back, he kept his posture straight and regal in waiting like a true gentleman. The bottom of the stairs have never felt so intimidating before. His collar suddenly felt too tight and, goodness, was that a scuff on his boots? Who dared step on his shoe without his knowing? He kept sneaking glances to his cuffed wrists, just to make sure he was presentable for the public. No, not just the public. But for you, too. Of course he was fine, handsome even, and yet…he was stiff as if he was going to face a basilisk with only his bare hands for weapons.

Green was still a horrendous color, but he will admit it complemented the black suit wonderfully.

“Prince Lotor.”

Your voice calling his name, with his proper title, drew his nebulous eyes up each carved marble step. That smile on your face suited you well and, in all honesty, was better than the elegant dress draping past your ankles. That beauty radiating from your eyes put the soft sapphire linen to shame. Little did he know, you were thinking the same when you stared in awe at the silver braid crowning his head. Did he even realize he was grinning like a fool with a soft fondness glazing over his sharp face?

“You look beautiful, my dear,” he held his hand out, which you gladly surrendered your own on top of his, “Surely, this flower will not even hold a candle to you.”

You scoffed, he chuckled, “C’mon, Casanova, give yourself some credit here. I’d say try not to attract too much attention at the hall, but that’s nearly impossible for you.”

“Oh? Go on,” Lotor tied the white silk band around your wrist delicately, ensuring the blooming corsage was centered properly, “Think women will drop to my feet and beg for a dance?”

“Ha!” you barked a laugh, “That’ll be the day. But no, it’s more like...you’re just hard to miss.”

With his height, his skin, his hair, yes, Lotor was indeed hard to miss. No doubt people would stare and, although you had no problem with speeches and crowds in a classroom, this was a different setting all together. A social gathering, not something you were accustomed to yet, especially besides someone whose mere presence demanded attention. Lotor curbed the playful banter then held his elbow out for you to take, already sensing your creeping uneasiness while his own nervousness disappeared in thin air.

“I do not suppose you have any more of that invisible ink you used in your letter, hm?” there was a hint of pride at your ingenious trick, one he almost wasn’t able to solve, “We could douse ourselves in it and run off. All those in our year will be there, I doubt they would notice two people missing.”

Besides, it’s not like this is the first time Lotor would bend the rules for you.

“And land you in trouble with the Headmaster Bob? I think not, Mr. Prince Slytherin Prefect.”

“Please,” he said with some exasperation hidden in his grin, “Just call me Lotor for tonight.”

The doors were already open and, from above, you could see the enchanted ceiling sprinkling snowflakes of all sizes. They disappeared before touching anyone’s head, but what truly caught your sight was the bright moon and the powdered tall trees displaying a winter wonderland before your very eyes. Magic was truly a special phenomenon you will never quite get used to.

“Damn, looks like we missed the ballroom dance,” you sure did not sound too heartbroken about it, “Seems like my accursed knack for being late strikes once again. Terrible.”

Lotor arched a brow and grinned down at you, “Nonsense. We will still get our dance yet, darling, though this music is not exactly suitable for it. Nor is...all this wild hopping and flailing.”

While all the students were inside, going crazy to the rock of ages blasting in the hall, Lotor led the two of you out into an isolated garden patio, complete with cement benches, neatly trimmed bushes still shimmering with green leaves, and even a soothing fountain filling the chilly air. Strange, but the cold did not seep into your bones as fast as you thought. In fact, you felt rather warm besides your friend.

A puff of fog left your mouth as you spoke, “It was getting stuffy in there. But, aah, the fresh air is nice.”

You took a deep breath just to emphasize your approval, but when you tried to release your hold from him, Lotor’s bigger hands refused to let you go. He wasn’t clasping tightly at all, more loose to let you go if you truly wanted to. Your questioning gaze and tilt of head made the Prince falter for a second, before he offered you an enchanting smile. Enchanting or mischievous, you wondered?

“I was serious about the dance,” he liked the surprised look on your face, “But if you are not of mind, it is no tragedy, my dear.”

“You know, I failed that lesson. Spectacularly, might I add.”

“Good thing I am not a teacher then, hm?”

A laugh left your mouth before you could stop it, funny bone simply tickled at the light banter. Yes, it is a good thing he was no teacher. You returned to his arms, much to his delight, and placed your free hand on his broad shoulder. Lotor tangled his fingers with yours before setting his palm properly to grip your waist. He was half tempted to squeeze, maybe try to see if you were ticklish at all, but it was your hum of thought that distracted him.

“Just don’t laugh when I step on your toes.”

“I will most certainly laugh. You know this.”

Teasing bastard, but you grinned in amusement anyways. Lotor nearly puffed up his chest, ready to lead you into the dance, but first he started...purring? No, ridiculous. He was humming a soft tune, one completely different than that leaking from the dance hall. Slowly, with the utmost care as if he was holding an ethereal moon goddess in his very arms, the Prince guided you along with his firm, lithe body.

Chest against chest, pelvis flushed together, the surrounding garden and night slowly faded away as the only thing both of you could feel was each other’s sublime presence. He was good at this and, really, now you kind of wish you paid more attention in class. Lotor expertly avoided your missteps, making it seem like you were flawlessly following his guide even though he was doing 95% of the work.

You were acutely aware that he had a smile on his face, one you have never seen him wear since you first met him crossing the threshold into Hogwarts castle.

“You are staring.”

“Can’t help it. Your freckles are distracting.”

“I get that quite often,” he flashed you an honest, handsome grin, canine glinting under the dim moon, then found his throat constricting suddenly, “You may touch them, if you wish.”

As the dance came to a slow end, you decided to take him up on that offer. His hands smoothed down to hold your waist, a way to keep you close to him in this chilly, chilly night. Couldn’t risk you getting a cold or becoming sick, right? Lotor kept still when gentle fingertips trailed up to his chin, barely skimming over his jawline, then gave the barest of flinches as you touched him. His cheeks were freezing, but your warm thumbs caressing over his freckles felt absolutely blissful.

You don’t know why, but you half expected those speckles to glow.

“Hm,” you squinted, eyes narrowed at him and, well, it put him on alert. Was it something he did? Said? Perhaps he was holding you too tight -

“...55...56…”

“...Are you,” he started, realization dawning on him, “Are you counting my freckles?”

A pinch on his cheeks, “Yes! You made me lose count. Stay still.”

But he didn’t. Lotor bellowed out a laugh, head tossing back at the ruined moment. No, not ruined. This was perfect. Not exactly what he expected, but you always did have a funny way to diffuse domestic scenarios. Leave it to you to make him swerve off his intended path. A good thing, no doubt. Always expect the unexpected. His chest was shaking while you tsk’d at him for interrupting your very important assignment.

“Come, darling,” he let out a relieved sigh, the laugh doing wonders on his hardened, infatuated soul, “Sit with me. I have something for you.”

Lotor brushed off the layer of snow from the cement bench then motioned you to take it. He did the same for his own spot before glancing up at the night sky. Beautiful. Always has been, but tonight, those star seem to be glimmering even brighter than before. Your eyes were stuck on the moon and it was in this rare, pleasant silence where the both of you came to understand how...nice it was being with each other.

“Christmas was never something I gave a second thought to because it was too...how do you say? Too sentimental, ” his hand reached into his coat, pulling out an immaculately wrapped square present, “It was not a holiday for me. Celebrating with family over a warm dinner and thoughtful, spoiled presents. Hugs and togetherness spreading cheer and good will to each other. Sickening, really.”

You would have believed him if you didn’t catch that growing smile on his lips.

“But I realize that is wrong. What it means to me does not mean the same for others. Not to you,” his thumb brushed over the shiny bow on the present before he turned and offered it to you, “There are people who had a happy family and...ahem, pardon me.”

Lotor was at a loss for words. This talk was making his heart jump in his chest, crashing into his vocal chords and messing with his brain only because it felt awkward sharing personal thoughts so...openly.

“I simply hope this gift exchange, as you say, is enough to bring back those joyful memories for you, my dear.”

My best friend. Lotor was no dunce. He could piece two and two together, especially after you shared with him the history of your broken family. He didn’t need to hear it all and, judging by how much it affected you, you weren’t going to indulge him. The only thing that mattered was that you were happy. You had a happy family and, damn it, just because his own parents were cruel and heartless doesn’t mean you should follow his chosen path of being the seasonal despondent.

You had good memories of your family, but this? Lotor’s gift? You couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the surge of feelings making your lower lip quiver. You threw your arms around him in a crushing embrace, causing the Prince to stutter at such straightforward displays of affection. And yet, his arms wrapped around your midsection as he returned the sudden hug. This...this felt nice, especially knowing you accepted his gift.

“Thank you,” you swayed him slightly before backing off him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Lotor. This is...it’s not the same, but…”

Lotor’s smile faltered a bit.

“But it’s much better. Way better.”

Now, he felt ridiculously proud of himself.

“I love it - “

“You did not even open it yet.”

“I know! I’m just taking in the moment! It’s important! It feels good!”

Lotor raised a silver brow and, finally, you pulled the bow and strings off the present. The wrapping came off next. The Prince found himself unconsciously holding his breath in dreadful anticipation. The book with no title laid bare for your very eyes, but you went deathly silent. Intricate etchings in the green leather dye suddenly seemed mediocre for someone like you. The symbolic tree with jade minerals carved into leaves were too dull. He knew he should have gone with emeralds. Much prettier, much shinier, much more suited for -

“Wow…” your voice was low, but full of dazed awe, “You...you made this?”

“Oh, no. I bought the journal,” he watched your fingertips gently skim over the leaves, “But those, I put in myself. I even...ah…”

The timber of his voice trailed off and you turned to look at him to see his gaze fixated on the white floor, “Yes? You even…?”

“So pushy, you are,” he chuckled, running a hand over his hair and trying to steel himself with being so open, “I have enchanted it. Do write in it tonight and see what happens.”

“You aren’t going to tell me?”

“No.”

“See, that’s just mean,” you bumped your shoulder against him lightly, playfully, “Now I can’t wait until the dance is over.”

Would you think differently of him if he said he didn’t want it to end?

“Okay, fine, keep your secrets,” you reached into your bag, “Now, before I give this to you, you have to close your eyes.”

“Oh, really now?”

“Yes, really.”

“Very well, I will humor you.”

You almost wanted to pinch that catty grin off his face, but he did obey when his lids slid close. Taking a few seconds to make sure he wouldn’t peek, you gently grabbed his hand and placed the paper wrapped orb in his palm. At least, you should have, until you noticed a certain pale scar cutting across his skin. The scar from the mirror, an unwelcome reminder of your foolish actions.

Taking a deep breath, you plopped the gift and pushed his fingers up to curl around it.

“Alright, there.”

When he opened his celestial eyes, the first thing Lotor saw was that your smile, as true as it was, had a quick flutter of sadness creeping at the edges. It disappeared before he could question you and he ultimately decided, well, perhaps it was nothing. Perhaps it was that fleeting memory of your family invading your mind again. In any case, he let it go for now, then deftly peeled apart the wrapping covering your gift.

Your leg was bouncing in anxiousness. Every crinkle of the paper was a mocking tune to the gift in his hand. This wasn’t as practical as his gift. Did he like gifts that were more useful than sentimental? Oh, stars, what if this was just going to be sitting in a storage box, hidden away for years because all it ever does is show one’s emotions and -

Lotor’s brows shot up in genuine surprise, “Is...is this blue sandstone?”

“Uh huh,” your hand came up to rub your neck nervously, “Shined it, too, until it was good and ready. Do you...like it?”

Why did you even ask that? It only made your throat tighten more in trepidation, both wanting and afraid to hear his answer.

He could not take his eyes off the orb, inner stars slowly changing to green grass and blooming flowers and sunshine all around. It was warm, so warm that he had to bring both of his hands in to cradle it lovingly. This small gem was...precious. Beautiful. He knows about these, he knows about these intimately, but he never sought to own one himself. Lotor liked to believe he is a man who knows himself both inside and out, emotions included.

But this soothing visual of spring time told him otherwise.

“I do,” he whispered, “I do like it. This is...This is truly an extraordinary gift, my dear. I will cherish it forever.”

Lotor may be a Prince, but right now he felt like a King.

You sighed in relief. Lotor took entirely too long to answer, but when he did, his words made you feel big. Wholesome. Accomplished, even. Then...then you realized what exactly this was you were feeling. You felt accepted. You didn’t feel so alone now. It was quiet, both students simply touching and admiring the gifts given by the other while the stars protected you two from above.

“Do you...want to go inside? Grab a drink?”

Lotor slowly dragged his eyes to lock with yours, a certain tenderness radiating from them in the night. It was a good look on him, one you thought, well, you wouldn’t mind seeing it more often.

“Not yet, my dear. I am...taking in the moment.”

Neither of you wanted the night to end, but alas, even youngsters had their limits. Lotor’s tie was loose, jacket hanging off the side of his chair, and top two buttons of his shirt undone. Still, he wasn’t tired, he didn’t want to sleep, not when the blue sandstone orb was still in his possession. This would easily be a treasured gift he will not share with others. Solely for him and him only. Not even Kova would have the luxury of touching this.

The navy-dyed journal on his desk began glowing a faint, soft hue. Lotor couldn't stop the surge of...joy? Happiness? Eagerness? Something. The surge of something fluttering to his face and planting a smile on his lips. He flipped it open to the first blank page and waited in suspense. He never told you what the secret was because he wasn’t quite sure if his enchantment worked in the first place.

Then, words started appearing on the parchment, words written in your handwriting.

“Dear diary,

Tonight was the most fun I’ve had in a while.”

Lotor grabbed his quill, uncapped his ink bottle, then dipped it before writing right under your sentence.

“Me, too.”

#lotor x reader #congratulations!#the wizarding world now discovered #text messaging #get it #because its in a book #a text book #spacestories #also early post because duty calls tomorrow #and it will most likely be all day

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braincoins · 6 years ago

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A Super Valentine’s Day

Shiro teleported out of bed straight to the bathroom, then washed up and ‘ported to the kitchen. One nice thing about his superpower was the ability to move about silently without disturbing his still-sleeping girlfriend.

He ‘ported rather than walked, and kept his humming quiet. And by the time she walked out of the bedroom, buttoning up one of his shirts, the pancakes were ready, the coffee was fresh, and the fruit salad was dished up in little bowls.

“Good morning, my valentine,” he said, ‘porting over to her so he could give her a kiss on the cheek. He loved Allura, but her morning breath could kill a lesser man.

“You’re an angel,” she said, walking straight past him to head for the coffee.

“Ah ah!” He grabbed her arm, pulled her into him - she wasn’t awake enough yet to pull back and resist, or he’d never have been able to - and teleported over near the (now cleared off, save for placemats, butter, and warm syrup) dining room table. “Sit down,” he said as he released her and pulled out a chair for her. “I’ll bring you breakfast.”

“And coffee.”

“And coffee,” he confirmed. “Two sugars, little splash of milk. I know how you like it.”

“Angel,” she insisted before yawning.

He brought her the coffee first, of course. Then the silverware, napkin, and bowl of fruit salad, and finally the pancakes. “They’re...uh... supposed to be heart shaped.”

She giggled a little. They looked like normal pancakes had somehow grown tumors, in his opinion, but he’d tried, dammit. “I care more about how they taste. And your pancakes are always good.”

“But it’s Valentine’s Day,” he protested. “They’re supposed to be heart-shaped.”

“I love you even if there aren’t heart-shaped pancakes,” she told him. “Get your own food. I want to eat breakfast with you.”

He kissed the top of her head and ‘ported back to the kitchen to gather his own things up. He brought himself his coffee last (this would be his second cup, but she didn’t have to know that) and then sat down.

She smiled at him from across the table, blew him a kiss, and then practically pounced on her food.

He stared in amazement. “Jeeze! I didn’t realize you were starving, babe.”

She shoved her food to one side of her mouth to say, “I woh-ah eh ahehty lah ny.”

He blinked. “Is that Altean? It... that might sound like Altean...” He jumped when she kicked him (lightly) under the table. “Hey!”

She finished chewing and swallowed. “I said, ‘I worked up an appetite last night.’”

“Oh, well see, that’s much sexier in English than in Altean.”

“It’s not Altean, you brat!”

“What would it be in Altean?” he asked, curious.

She thought for a moment. “Let’s see... temporary past, still measured in vargas... um... it should be something like, ‘Vyna kesh woptol ping.’”

He chuckled. “You could be making that up and I wouldn’t know.”

“Coran could teach you.”

“I’m sure he could,” he said innocently. “For now, I’ll take your word for it. Hurry up and eat. I have... plans.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Do those plans involve going back to bed?”

“Not right now they don’t! Horndog.”

She shrugged. “I have a plan of my own, you know. For later.”

“For bedtime later?” he asked.

“Well, not for sleeping.”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to that,” he said with a grin. “But! My plans first then. Eat up, then we have to shower and...”

“Shower together?” she asked.

“Are you that anxious to get laid again?” A thought occurred to him. “Do Alteans go into heat?”

“We do not!” she replied in mock-outrage. He was mostly sure it wasn’t genuine, anyway. “And I’m saving my plan for when we’re in a bed again, don’t worry. But... well, showering together would save time, and since you’re trying to hurry me...”

He smiled. “Okay, okay, more time naked with my sexy girlfriend. Twist my arm.”

She giggled a little and ate another bite of her pancakes.

After breakfast (and showering), they got dressed. “Get your coat on,” he said, bundling up himself. Then he slid his arms around her and kissed her deeply, and when they both opened their eyes again, they were in an alley. “Oh, this is romantic,” she commented as a rat scurried past.

“Sorry, but I couldn’t very well teleport out into the open.” He pulled away but grabbed her hand, tugging her along to the street. They were just outside the convention center, which had a banner on it advertisting...

“...the crafts fair?!” Her eyes lit up. “How did you know I wanted to come to this?”

“I know all the secrets of your heart, my lady,” he said, raising her glove-clad hand to his lips.

“Lance told you.”

“Lance told me,” he agreed as he straightened up. “Come on.”

They checked their coats and winter gear and headed into a riot of colors, sounds, and sparkles. Paintings, jewelry, pottery, knick-knacks of all kinds, all made by local artisans and craftsmen. Shiro let Allura lead the way through the booths, and she was a veritable ferret, bouncing from one shiny object to the next. Lots of things caught her eye, but he noticed what really lit her up. He made a quiet gesture to the vendor, who nodded and winked just before Allura tugged him away again.

Shiro bought her some locally-made snacks for later, some handmade bath bombs, and they had lunch provided by one of the local restaurants for the fair. She excused herself for the restroom and Shiro had to restrain himself from teleporting back to the booth. As it was, he bolted.

The vendor saw him coming and had it ready for him. Shiro handed over the cash with a tip for setting it aside for them, and then ran back to the table. The “food court” area was not near that booth by any stretch.

Allura was back at the table, looking for him. “And where have you been?” she asked.

“You’re not the only one who had to go to the bathroom.”

“The bathrooms aren’t in that direction,” she pointed out.

“There’s more of the fair to see,” he reminded her.

She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. “You’re up to something.”

“I told you I had plans.” He smiled. “C’mon, more crafts to see!”

After the craft fair, they dropped her purchases off at his place. (”Why not mine?” “This is easier.”) Then he teleported them to another alleyway.

“Where are we this time?” she asked as they walked out. And then she started laughing. “Oh, really, Takashi!”

“Well, I wanted to go ice skating, but the outdoor rink at the park is closed for the season because of the mild winter. So this was the next best thing.”

She was still laughing.

“We don’t have to.”

“I’d love to.” She grabbed his hand this time and pulled him into the roller rink. It was one of the few left in the city and it heavily catered to kids and families, so the two of them were a little out of place. The fact that neither of them had been roller-skating in years didn’t help; they practically fell all over each other and hit the floor often. But the DJ was playing a lot of love songs, and it was dark (aside from the disco ball and the effect lighting over the rink itself), so it was easy enough to steal smooches when they weren’t collapsing.

It was starting to get dark when they came out. “I hate to tell you this,” Allura said, “but I may have worked up another appetite.”

He chuckled and checked his phone. Ah, good. It’s ready. “Well, that’s good. Because it’s time for the last part of my plan.”

“Dinner?” she asked hopefully.

“At the best place in town.” He guided her back to the alleyway.

“I doubt you can afford the best place in town.”

“Who said it was a restaurant?” he asked as he pulled her in close again. He kissed her once more as he ‘ported, but when he opened his eyes, she hadn’t opened hers. “Smart,” he commented. “You can look.”

She opened her eyes and gasped.

They were in her apartment, which glowed softly with the light from scattered pink and cream candles. A gorgeous centerpiece of pink, white, and purple plumeria flowers held court on her dining room table where a sumptuous dinner was laid out for them. Quiet music played in the background.

“Is that... that’s not...?” She closed her eyes again and hummed along. “This is an Altean song.”

“Coran had it recorded,” he said. “This is the hymn to the God of Love and Beauty, I believe?”

She nodded and opened her eyes again. “It is, yes.” She drew away from him to go to the table and laughed softly. “Hunk made this.”

He nodded. “Yep. Coran gave him the recipe for...”

“...for rensoui and calrou sauce. Or the nearest Earth equivalents to it, anyway. And I see he included some of those little pastries I like so much.”

“Dessert should be in the fridge,” he told her.

“If it’s chocolate mousse, I’m going to kiss the hell out of you,” she warned him.

“Well then before you do that...” He pulled out his craft fair purchase as she laughed. “Here.” It was in a small white paper bag that he’d folded up so it’d fit in his pocket.

She arched an eyebrow as she took it. She unfolded the bag, opened it, and gasped again as she reached in and pulled out the ring she’d been looking at earlier. It was a gold band with a V in it and a luminous, polished triangle of blue topaz set into the V. “You went back and bought it,” she exhaled. She looked up at him and shook her head. “Takashi, it’s too much.”

“Not for you, my princess.” He took the ring from her and took her right hand, sliding it onto her right ring finger. He held onto her hand afterwards, thumb stroking her skin. And when she raised her eyes back to his, he licked his lips and said, “By aru vera.”

Her breath caught in her throat and tears sprung up in her eyes. “You learned Altean?”

“I... learned that much,” he hedged. “I’d like to learn more, but I wanted to start with what was most important.”

She actually literally tackled him to the ground, she threw herself into his arms so fast. But he barely had time to register hitting the floor before she was kissing him.

And when she pulled away, her eyes shone and her smile was bright. She was herself again, and he was surrounded by a curtain of her starlight hair when she said, “ 私もあなたを愛してます。”

He beamed. “You learned Japanese?”

“I learned that much. I started with what was most important,” she said back to him.

He reached up to tuck some hair behind one of her pointed ears. “Dinner will get cold.”

“I love you,” she said in English this time.

“I love you, too.”

She stood and reached down to help him up. “Did it hurt? When you fell?”

“It was so long ago now, I can’t even remember.”

She blushed. “I meant when I knocked you to the floor.”

“I’m fine. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Yes, it is,” she said softly.

{and if you want to see the sexy, sexy night they have (NSFW!) go here}

#Starlight/Paladin #Shallura #Valentine's Day #fluff #this will probably be canon eventually #and it's forever long I'm so sorry if you're on mobile #btw I can translate for you if you want #but you can probably guess what they each said

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cheesethesecond · 6 years ago

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I heard it was my very best boy’s birthday today, so here’s a little Garrison Keith birthday fic that I banged out way too quickly in celebration!

By the time Shiro reached Keith’s room that evening, it was only ten minutes until lights out.

He hadn’t meant to be so late. Office hours had run long, followed by dinner with Adam and a seemingly never-ending stack of papers to grade, and by the time he’d managed to swing by the mess hall, most of the decent-looking baked goods were gone. He’d picked the least crumbly chocolate chip muffin out of the bunch, wrapped it up in a paper bag, and was now standing outside Keith’s room, feeling more and more like he should turn tail and head back to his own room rather than give Keith the half-assed birthday treat.

He hadn’t meant for it to be half-assed. He’d had plans, really, to make some meaningful gesture for Keith’s first birthday at the Garrison – spot him a meal, gift him something he might need for his classes, at the very least grab him a dessert from the mess before all the good ones were taken – but days early in the semester had a way of sneaking up on you, keeping you so busy that it warped your perception of time: hours flew by like minutes, and minutes crawled by, agonizingly, like hours. Whatever he’d meant to do just…hadn’t happened.

Sighing in disappointment at himself, he rapped lightly on Keith’s door with his knuckles. Better to at least acknowledge Keith’s birthday than let him think he’d forgotten it entirely.

The door slid open, and a blonde, burly boy blinked up at him. “Yes, sir?”

Shiro smiled. “No need for the ‘sir,’ cadet, it’s after hours. Is Keith around?”

“Is he in trouble?” The boy sounded concerned enough, but was fighting, unsuccessfully, to hold back a smirk, and Shiro straightened his shoulders, masked his affable persona behind the wall of his sudden glower.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no, he’s not. Could you get him, please?” Shiro said, as coldly polite as possible.

The boy mumbled something along the lines of “sorry, sir, just a sec” and retreated into the room and across to the beds, shoving none-too-lightly at a bundle of blankets on the bottom bunk. “Get up, Kogane. You got a visitor.”

Shiro’s brow furrowed; he wouldn’t have guessed Keith was someone who went to bed early. Keith shuffled out of the blanket nest in a rumpled t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, blinking blearily and rubbing a hand through his mess of bedhead. He looked even slighter out of uniform than he already was, and something in Shiro’s heart twinged at the sight of Keith’s small bare feet, toes curling against the chilly floor.

“Shiro?” Keith asked through a yawn. He leaned up against the doorframe, poking at his puffy eyes and wiping at his nose. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine, I just wanted to…” Shiro unrolled the top of the bag and reached in, only to find that the muffin had broken apart in transit. “Damn it, just, wait a minute, could you…close your eyes for a minute?”

“Huh?” Keith asked. “Shiro, what’s going on?”

“It’ll only take a minute, I don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

Keith’s eyes widened. “Surprise?”

“C’mon. Shut your eyes.”

Keith sighed, and did as Shiro asked.

Shiro lifted the muffin from the bag and frowned as it split right down the middle, crumbs dropping off around his feet. He smashed the two halves back together to make one sort-of lumpy, asymmetrical cake and reached into his pocket, pulling out a lighter and a small candle that he’d bought at a gas station in town. He stuck the candle in the muffin, a little off-center so as not to widen the fissure, lit the wick, and said, “Okay. Open ‘em up.”

Keith opened his eyes and blinked at the muffin in Shiro’s hands. “What…what’s this for?”

“Your birthday,” Shiro laughed. “What else would be it be for? Sorry it’s not, uh,” Shiro tilted his hands, trying to find a better angle to display the muffin, “not the prettiest thing in the world, but I bet it still tastes okay. They didn’t have fourteen candles…wait, are you fourteen? Fifteen? It doesn’t matter, they only had the one, and I promise I won’t subject you to my singing voice, and…Keith?”

Keith was still staring at the muffin, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his chin wobbling a little and his eyes steadily filling with tears.

“Hey.” Shiro blew out the candle, shoved the muffin back in the bag and grabbed Keith by the shoulders. “Keith, buddy. What’s wrong?”

Keith clenched his jaw tighter, his eyes flickering back to the room behind him, to his roommate, and shook his head. The message was clear: Not in front of him.

Shiro squeezed his arms and nodded out into the hallway. Keith took a deep, shaky breath, rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes, and followed.

Shiro led them down a few corridors with a guiding hand on Keith’s back, past his own room where he stopped for a moment to grab a hoodie for himself and dig through a box of clothes his mother had sent him from home, emerging with one of his old jackets, red with a high collar and a yellow stripe that looked like it might almost fit Keith, before steering them up to the rooftop.

“Am I gonna get in trouble?” Keith asked as they took a seat, cross-legged, near the edge. “It’s almost lights out.”

Shiro shook his head. “I can write you a pass.” The sleeves of the jacket engulfed Keith’s hands entirely, so Shiro reached out and rolled the cuffs up to his knuckles. “Wanna tell me what’s wrong now?”

Keith grabbed the end of one sleeve and wiped at his eyes. “Sorry,” he said, hiccuping, now that he knew he could cry in private, where no one would give him hell for it – and that was something Shiro had learned about Keith in the very short time they’d known each other: sure, he was hot-tempered, and a bit arrogant, just like everyone said, but he was also quiet, and a little shy, and wanted to do good, and felt everything so deeply, but wasn’t comfortable showing those feelings to everyone. Shiro was honored to be one of the few people Keith seemed to trust.

“Sorry,” Keith repeated, “I’m just…tired.”

Shiro patted Keith’s knee. “I’m sorry I woke you up, then.”

“No, don’t be,” Keith said, scrubbing at his face again, though the tears didn’t stop. “I’m glad you did, I…thank you. For the muffin.”

“You’re welcome,” Shiro said, cracking a smile, “though you have to admit, it’s pretty lousy.”

“No it’s not.”

“No, no, don’t spare my feelings. Tell me it’s the worst birthday present you’ve ever gotten, I can take it!”

Keith laughed, but if anything, the tears were coming harder now, his voice wobbling. “It’s not, Shiro. I promise. It’s not.” He sniffled again. “Sorry.”

“Keith. Honey.” Shiro wiped his hand over Keith’s face, clearing some of the tears from his cheeks. “Don’t cry, kiddo, it’s alright. I’m sorry if I upset you.”

“You didn’t,” Keith insisted. He took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm himself down. “You didn’t, okay? I just. I haven’t gotten a birthday present in a while, that’s all. It caught me off guard.”

“Oh,” Shiro said, looking down at his hands. He swallowed. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s fine.” Keith shrugged, wiping away the last, lingering tears. “It wasn’t anyone’s fault really. Foster parents tried to keep up, but when you’re in a group home, it’s not…there were just so many of us, you know? I know it wasn’t easy.”

Keith was far too young for that sort of patient understanding, and it broke Shiro’s heart a little. It’s easy enough to remember a kid’s birthday, he thought. It’s easy enough to make one miserable kid feel special for one day. But he bit his tongue; this wasn’t the time.

“Well, next year I’ll do better,” Shiro said, ruffling Keith’s hair before wrapping an arm around his neck. “Get you something really cool.”

“You don’t have to get me anything cool, Shiro. You got me in here. That’s…more than I could’ve ever asked anyone to do for me.”

“I didn’t get you into the Garrison, Keith,” Shiro insisted. “You got yourself in. And when you need something, you can ask for it. You can ask anyone here. And you can definitely ask me.”

“Can I have this jacket?” Keith asked suddenly, then snapped his mouth shut, sucking in a harsh breath through his nose. Clearly he hadn’t been intending to say that. Clearly he felt like he’d overstepped in asking. “It just…doesn’t look like it fits you anymore, and if you still want it, that’s totally fine, I didn’t mean to—”

“Keith.” Shiro laughed. “You’d be doing me a favor taking that off my hands. My mom only sent it because she was cleaning out my old room and feeling sentimental. I don’t think I could get even one arm into it anymore.”

“Okay,” Keith said, a smile finally sneaking onto his face as he burrowed deeper into the jacket. “Thanks, Shiro.”

“But that is not your birthday present, okay? In fact, just…forget about all of this. This sucked. Forget the pathetic muffin. Forget the old jacket. We’ll do birthday round two this weekend, alright? Anything you wanna do, anywhere you wanna go, my treat. What do you say?”

“Okay,” Keith said, a little gleam of mischief returning to his eyes. “But can I still have the muffin?”

Shiro huffed a surprised laugh. “Are you serious?”

“What? It looked good! And I should at least get to eat it after you blew my candle out.”

“I…” Shiro scratched at the back of his head, then handed Keith the bag. “I kind of did, didn’t I?”

“You better have wished for something good,” Keith said, leaning up against Shiro’s side as he dug into the muffin.

Shiro closed his eyes, tilted his head back and breathed in the cool night air. I wish for every one of your birthdays to be better than the last one. I wish you’re never as lonely as you were before. I wish you get everything you ever want in life, and more. I wish you the stars, kid, and whatever’s beyond them.

“I think I did okay,” Shiro said. “I guess we’ll find out.”

#voltron #keith #shiro #my fic #happy birthday keith!#i'm sorry if this has so many errors i wanted to get it out before the end of the day #ANWAY I'M A HUGE SAP

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n3rdlif343va · 6 years ago

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Voltron Halloween

Some headcanons to make @trenchcoated-seraph smile today :)

Colleen Holt finds out that along with Allura, Coran and Romelle (for obvious reasons), Keith has never carved a pumpkin. How he made it so many years in his life without this silly Halloween tradition is beyond Colleen’s understanding and she decides to remedy this immediately.

She forgets that: 1) Keith has a stabby problem, 2) Keith has a giant blade he likes to utilize with his stabby problem, and 3) Keith has a competitive streak a mile wide. (Surged on by the fact that Pidge is recreating Rover in pumpkin form, Lance is carving Cinderella’s pumpkin carriage, and Hunk is creating the head of his own lion)

Luckily, Shiro came prepared for all of these potential issues, including purchasing a total of five pumpkins just for Keith to slice apart.

Pumpkin 1 becomes the victim of Keith’s very first overzealous slice which cuts it cleanly in half. He suggests gluing it back together, Shiro suggests using it for pie instead and plunks another pumpkin down in front of Keith.

Pumpkin 2 also gets sliced to pieces, but it isn’t exactly Keith’s fault. Shiro thinks he is helping by placing one hand on Keith’s hip and the other over Keith’s hand on the blade (”I have to use my blade, what else would I use?” - Keith, obviously). Shiro only wanted to guide Keith in carefully carving the top of his pumpkin open, but an idle squeeze on Keith’s hip sent the blade into action and diced the poor pumpkin into messy ribbons.

Pumpkin 3 exploded. No one knows how. Keith and Shiro aren’t taking about it and have to excuse themselves to pick pumpkin out of their hair.

Pumpkin 4 was carved but then Keith decided scraping the guts out of it with his knife was the best way to go... he scraped it so thin it deflated like a balloon. (”If you say patience yields focus right now, I will gut you too, Shiro,” Keith says through gritted teeth, shoving the pumpkin skin into the trash can.)

Pumpkin 5 was a saga. Keith cut open the top. Emptied it (without murdering it this time) and then set to work carving his design. Everyone abandoned him at hour four except for Shiro who made coffee and diligently sat by Keith’s side reading a book because Keith wouldn’t let him see the pumpkin.

It wasn’t until after midnight that Shiro realizes he has dozed off and someone put a blanket over his shoulders. Blearily looking up, he sees Keith carefully lighting a candle inside of his pumpkin and sits up excitedly. The pumpkin is turned toward him and Shiro’s jaw drops. “Is that me? You made me into a pumpkin?”

“Yup,” Keith says, low and proud, turning to grin at Shiro.

It was cheesy to feel touched by his face on a pumpkin, but Shiro feels it anyway. Reaching for Keith, he pulls him in for a kiss.

“Next year,” Keith says, wrapping his arms around Shiro’s neck and stealing another quick kiss. “We are NOT spending my birthday surrounded by pumpkin guts.”

Bursting into bright laughter, Shiro drags Keith into a tight hug, remembering all the reasons why today is the luckiest day of the year.

#voltronkeithbirthday #voltron #keith #sheith #shiro #colleen holt #pumpkin carving #this is ridiculous and i don't care because it made me smile #halloween #nerd writes things

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voltronshorts · 7 years ago

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It's my birthday and I know the ask box is closed but when you have the time could I get some shiro, and Keith(separate) when it's their s/os Birthday?

(Aw our birthdays are pretty close together! I’m sorry this is a few days late, but happy belated birthday! The ask box is closed but consider this a part of the birthday special. I hope you had the most wonderful, amazing birthday celebrated with good food and good company (*´∀`*) )

SHIRO

The type of guy to have the date in his calendar months and months in advance

Wakes up at the crack of dawn to finish the preparations

He’s not a craftsman so he gets you a store-bought gift, a giant plush bear, and a punny Hallmark card that he found funny (and also probably one that plays music)

He’ll bake you a cake to the best of his abilities. It’s a little overcooked, and the writing on it is a little crooked, but you don’t mind

Hosts a surprise birthday party for you on the bridge. The bridge is decked out in streamers and banners and balloons where did they get all this stuff?

They feign an emergency, demanding that everyone report to the bridge immediately, and when you get there, the bridge is dark. “G-Guys?” you call into the darkness

The lights come on and the team blows party poppers in their respective colours so organized

Everyone’s wearing conical birthday hats (also in their respective colours), as per Shiro’s request

The team’s singing is cheerful and raucous, Shiro’s voice loudest of all

He’s so happy aw

He’ll wrap and arm around your waist and kiss you on the cheek as you make your birthday wish

He’s not normally one for PDA in front of the team so you know it’s a special occasion

He keeps any pictures from the party tucked away and looks over them when he needs a pick-me-up. Your warm smile, bathed in the orange glow of the birthday candles, immediately brightens up his day

KEITH

He’s not much of a birthday person, to be honest, because he never really celebrated his growing up

That being said, he wants to make yours extra super special

Goes to start planning two days before and realizes he’s stumped on every front

Goes to the Paladins for suggestions

They suggest meaningful/practical gifts and some homemade cooking

He asks Hunk for help with the cake because his first attempt did not come out so well

He makes you seaweed soup and gets you a dagger in a handmade leather sheath

It’s a small celebration, just you and him in the Red Lion

A single red balloon is tied to the captain’s chair

He tried, okay?

You love it

You’re sitting in his lap as he lowly sings ‘Happy birthday’ in your ear, kissing and nipping at the shell of your ear

He slides a hand to your chin and guides your face to his as he finishes singing, kissing you fully right after you blow out your candle

“What did you wish for?” he asks with a wolfish smile

“I can’t say!” you laugh. “Or it won’t come true! I’ll see tonight if it does. It’s on a time limit!”

You two undoubtedly get it on that night wink wonk

So your wish came true, after all

#voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld #voltron x reader #x reader #shiro #keith #shiro x reader #keith x reader #takashi shirogane #takashi shirogane x reader #keith kogane #keith kogane x reader #vs birthday

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cakethulhu · 7 years ago

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[[PART ONE]] ~ [[PART TWO]]

A Series of Kisses (Part Three): The Future

Lance had plans. Oh boy, did Lance have plans. In fact, his plans had plans, plans squared, plans for days. Well, plans for one day, a day which was fast-approaching now. He was nervous, but he was also excited to finally be executing all the plans he’d been making for the last four months.

Lance knew he was gonna have to do better at avoiding Keith for the last stretch of this wait. He was too eager for their anniversary to be here, and he had already almost given up his secret plans twice. Every time they came face to face he struggled to ramble about anything else to distract himself from blurting out everything. And his boyfriend could be super dense, especially when it came to relationship stuff, but Keith had to be getting suspicious by now.

He needed to enlist the others’ help as soon as he could. He had already gotten Allura’s permission to use the Central Energy Chamber as the setting, and he’d been learning some of the controls from Coran for a while now. He needed Hunk’s cooking skillz for sure, and to keep Lance himself in check. He would ask Pidge to assist him with decorating and some technological setup. Shiro would be needed to keep Keith busy in the meantime.

Today was the day. Lance and Keith had officially been together for seven hundred and twenty quintants, or roughly two years, to the day/quintant/whatever. And Lance was going to ensure their anniversary went perfectly.

Knowing full well that Keith would object to the blindfold, he finally managed to sweet talk him into it, but only after about 15 dobashes of Lance’s charms at full force. It would be worth it, he promised Keith. Lance was allowed to secure the covering over Keith’s eyes, and from behind, he wrapped his own arms around Keith’s waist, perching his head upon his shoulder so he could whisper in his ear that he wouldn’t regret it. And with a quick press of his lips to Keith’s cheek, he moved to his side to link their arms at the elbows and proceeded to guide his boyfriend toward their destination.

They had reached the Central Energy Chamber, but Lance still wouldn’t let Keith see the surprises that awaited inside, not just yet, anyways. Instead, he brought the blind boy to stand in front of a large comfortable chair he had found in one of the less-used areas of the castle. Using Keith’s confusion against him, he curled one of his arms behind his head, cupping his cheek with his other hand, before planting a gentle but eager kiss on his lips.

However, just before Keith had a chance to get too into it, Lance broke away, ceasing Keith’s attempt to advance with an open palm on his chest and a rough shove into the chair Keith hadn’t known was behind him. Lance found the shocked look on his face and the irritated grunt Keith had landed with to be extremely adorable.

“Lance,” Keith started, his tone a warning as he reached for the fabric blocking his vision. Luckily Lance had just enough time to make sure he was perfectly posed when Keith finally pulled away the fabric obstructing his view. The jaw-dropping gasp that Keith let out as his face turned the color of a ripe cherry, was exactly the kind of reaction Lance had been hoping for, and the smirk on his face told Keith precisely that.

“Lance?” It came out as a sort of breathless half-whisper, Keith still unable to completely pick up his jaw as he looked around with eyes wide enough to rival an owl. Lance had turned on the star map and set it on just the slightest rotation, so they appeared to be slowly flying through the constellations. The room was lit by a ton of candles spaced randomly throughout, each one surrounded by bundles of flowers. His gaze slid over the many candles and flowers to touch briefly on a small dinner set up to one side before reaching the main attraction.

Lance was leaning back against a silver pole, his arms reaching up to grab it behind his head as hips are arched seductively, and he’s fixing Keith with a look that could stop a man’s heart.

“Happy Two Years, babe,” Lance said with a lilt in his voice as he relaxed and stepped forward to bend down and grab Keith’s hand.

“Has it been two years?” Keith blushed as his head ducked slightly.

Lance straightened up, “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I set up all of this, and nearly ruined the surprise cause I’ve been overly-excited about it for like four months, and you forgot about our anniversary?!”

Keith stood up abruptly, latching onto Lance’s hand, “No, no, no, no! Lance, I didn’t forget! How could I? I just meant that… it feels like I’ve loved you forever. It seems impossible that everything we’ve been through together has really only been a couple years.” His voice loud in his reassurances at first, but doing a decrescendo as he got mushy.

Lance squinted at Keith suspiciously for just a tick before his face softened as his grip on Keith’s hand hardened. “Aw, Keith. With words like that, I don’t even care if you did forget.”

“I didn’t forget!” Keith huffed.

“Alright, I believe you,” Lance said with a smile and a boop on Keith’s nose that had him pulling away slightly.

With a little bit of a pout on his face, Keith said, “I even got you a gift, but it’s back in the room cause I was planning to give it to you later. I wasn’t expecting all this,” he gestured to the room. “You’ve been working on this for four months?”

“Yeah!” Lance replied excitedly, and then a bit quieter, “Do… you like it?”

“Lance, I love it,” Keith said with a fondness in his voice as his eyes followed a cluster of stars across the wall, until the stars slid over Lance where Keith’s gaze found its home in Lance’s.

Lance squeezed Keith’s hand tightly before shuffling toward the small table. “We should eat before the food gets too cold,” Lance said, pulling out the chair for Keith and handing him the bouquet of as-close-to-roses-as-Lance-could-find-in-space that had previously occupied the spot.

Keith blushed as he took the flowers and sat down, expecting Lance to sit across from him, only to be surprised when Lance took a seat right in his lap instead. Keith gave him a questioning look.

“This spot looked more comfortable,” he answered with a sly grin.

He began arranging some dishes as Keith gently set his bouquet on the floor to wrap his arms around Lance while he got the food ready. Lance cut up some of what looked like a mis-colored steak drizzled with something that tasted like a smoky, but sweet, honey pepper sauce. He twisted to face Keith and held up the fork to feed him.

Keith took the bite of meat slowly and while maintaining eye contact with Lance the whole time. He chewed, swallowed, and swiped his tongue across his lips before reaching for the fork and stabbing another piece to feed Lance in return. Though, before Lance had the chance to lick his own lips clean, Keith brought their faces together to do it for him. Lance leaned into the kiss: gentle, insistent, but brief.

They pulled away, and Lance sighed dreamily, then let Keith know that the sooner they finished eating, the quicker they could get on with the rest of Keith’s gift. Lance looked pointedly over at the pole he’d been posed against earlier, and then back at Keith.

They each got their own fork, and dug in to Hunk’s lovingly-prepared meal with a bit more fervor. They finished the steak, and helped themselves to the sides: something that looked like chunky jello but tasted like potato salad, a kind of vegetable that seemed to be the love-child of carrots and green beans, and a savory close-but-not-quite-bread roll. For dessert Lance pulled forward a platter of alien-chocolate-covered strawberries, well, if strawberries were shaped like soft, puffy wishbones.

Lance licked the space-chocolate off one of them, and Keith decided he was done eating. Lance’s response was, “Well, help me clean up then,” and a little chuckle as he held up chocolate-covered fingers.

Keith obliged, holding Lance’s hand in place while he lapped up the little bit of melting chocolate. When he was finished, Lance rested a hand on his cheek, “That’s good, kitten. Now we’re done eating, but there’s one more thing on the menu.” Wink.

“Is it me?” Keith wonders out loud as Lance gets up from his lap and leads him back over to the cushioned chair.

Lance sits Keith down before slowly pulling his own hand away to step towards the pole. He winks and blows Keith a kiss before replying, “Could be later, but no, it’s me. So feast your eyes on this.” He claps twice, which turns on some low background music, and with a flourish, he takes off his jacket and tosses it aside.

He moves perfectly in time to the music as he dances out of his shirt and pants as well. His little strip tease leaves him in a lingerie set that Keith immediately thanks the heavens for, but also has no idea where Lance could’ve gotten it. It’s comprised of a sheer and sparkling blue top with straps that criss-cross in the front, over his collarbone, and there’s a heart shaped key-hole between his pecs. The top is of the bikini variety and only covers his chest, while the bottoms are high-waisted cheeksters that show off Lance’s nicely-shaped assets in the back. They’re made of the same blue material as the top, except only the sides are sheer with the rest being opaque. There’s a tiny bit of ruffle detailing the hems of the leg holes, drawing attention to carefully toned thighs. The outfit is decorated in red stitching and is accompanied by red thigh highs and a pair of shiny heels that change color in the lights that Keith has no clue how he didn’t notice earlier.

After making sure Keith got a good look from his front-and-center spot, Lance twirled a couple times and hooked his thighs around the pole. He leaned back, arching and showing off his flexibility beautifully, came back up, and did a couple simple spins from one arm. Lance danced on the pole, hips rolling and head bobbing side to side.

Then he carefully climbed the pole, always along with the beat of the music, and then let his legs hold him there while tipped his head back so he was upside-down and slowly spinning. Still upside-down, he brought his hands back to the pole between his legs so he could do the splits mid-air. He let his legs cross like they were making the number four around the pole, while his arms waved, caressing his own face and then running down his chest and stomach. His arms reached back to grab the pole behind his head and he gracefully flipped the rest of his body back down to the ground before dropping it like it’s hot and doing a few moves on the floor.

But he wasn’t done with the pole yet, he grabbed the base with one hand and a spot higher up with the other and turned himself upside-down with just the strength of his arms and his core, his legs making a ‘v’ on either side. He hooked his ankles on the top of the pole and let go with his hands to get a little rotation, and then kept the spin going with one knee and one elbow wrapped around the pole, the other leg and an arm out-stretched, in perfect form. He let go of the pole with his elbow to grab the foot of the leg not holding him in place with both arms, in an aerial version of something that would remind someone of ballet. Deftly, he slid to the floor, his arms supporting him until he lay flat on his back before flipping onto his stomach and slowly raising his ass in the air, bringing it back down, and crouching to get up.

Lance spared a glance at Keith, who was just enamored with Lance’s performance, leaning forward as far as he could in his chair without falling out of it, but still clearly relaxed and enjoying the show. Lance licked his lips ostentatiously as he reached for the pole in two places again and lifted his body so that his hips and legs curled perfectly above his head. He finished his routine on the pole with a few simple right-side-up spins and poses before letting go and doing a careful and elegant cartwheel to land directly in front of Keith.

Their gazes locked, both of them conveying a fiery passion and devotion to each other. He pushed Keith back into the chair and had no complaints when Keith took him with. Lance straddled Keith’s lap, his knees on either side of Keith’s hips, wriggling for a tick and then he raised himself up, leaning heavily on Keith. He came back down to Keith’s lap, only to repeat the motion a few more times. Their hands were all over one another, Lance used his knees to squeeze Keith’s thighs before standing up, turning to face away and giving Keith a great view of his ass as he bent over to shimmy back up.

Keith tried to pull Lance back into his lap, but Lance just rubbed his ass against Keith’s crotch to create some delicious friction before escaping once more. He faced Keith once again, staying just out of reach as he danced, hips swirling and hands roaming the places he knew Keith wanted to touch.

Taking pity on Keith, Lance came back to his chair, where he propped his leg up on the armrest, put Keith’s hands on his hips, and thrust his pelvis to the rhythm of the song. Keith could feel the contraction and extension of the muscles in his abdomen as Lance continued to grind at him. Then letting Keith keep hold, Lance brought his leg down, turned to face away again, and just went to town in Keith’s lap. Arching his back, his hands playing in the ends of Keith’s hair on the back of his neck, he pressed against Keith.

His hips still writhing and gyrating to the music, he could feel Keith’s hands wandering: caressing the curve of his ass, idly running over his chest. Keith latched on to Lances shoulder, licking a neat stripe and blowing over it, sending a shiver across Lance’s skin. And as the goosebumps appeared, Keith kissed them away. He was as desperate to get as much Lance-exposure as he could, as Lance was to give it to him.

Lance slowed his roll, the music coming to a drawn out finish. Taking Keith’s restless hands in his and turning his head to look at him, he drawled, “So you said you had an anniversary present for me in the bedroom?”

#so this ended up longer than expected #and thus took longer to write than i had hoped #but here it is #i will post the whole series on ao3 btw #vld #voltron #lance mcclain #lance #keith kogane #keith #klance #drabble #mine

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bosstoaster · 7 years ago

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Okay, screw it. There’s no way in heckie I’m going to be able write Candle to Guide Me out in all it’s glory before S4, so have the outline version. This does take place between S3 and S4.

Warning: This one has some dark themes about objectification, abuse and torture. Also some implied sexual situations. If that’s gunna bug you, skip it

Strap in, this is going to be a long one.

Shiro wakes up in Galra captivity

He’s changed to a wall with basically an invisible magnet leash - it keeps his arm off and he can’t move a certain distance away from a specific point on the wall. He tries this extensively. Nada.

Eventually, Shiro wears himself out fighting, which is when Haggar steps into the room, flanked by more druids.

Shiro fully expects her to start to rant at him, or to make a point about how he’s at their mercy now, or any of that. He gets nothing. Haggar doesn’t even look at his face. Instead, he is dragged along by the cuffs: they can control how long the ‘leash’ is, and what the starting point is.

Somehow? His screaming and questions going unanswered is worse than her talking and cackling.

Shiro is strapped to a strange machine. The room is filled with druids (and nearly no other Galra? Huh), and there’s a big container in the middle with a ton of tubes and such going to go. He tries to ask what’s going on, tries to goad them into a response: he annoys some of the druid, but Haggar is still pointedly ignoring him (you’ve activated Haggar’s ‘I hate you so much I’ve become passive-aggressive’ mode, Shiro. Be very afraid)

He’s strapped into a different machine and hooked up to all kinds of somethings, and the Druids all cast something together

They hit him with energy

It hurts

There’s one or two seconds where Shiro feels... powerful? Like they’re boosting him? Why are they-

But it doesn’t stay with him. It drains out of the machine and into the container in the middle of the room.

Shiro realizes that the druids are, for some reason, using him as a conduit for the energy to go into that machine

It really hurts, but there’s nothing he could do about it. He can’t even scream. The machine has locked him completely into place.

Finally, Shiro is exhausted and pained. The spell stops and he is pulled out of the machine and out of the room

As he passes the center area, he finally sees what’s inside

It’s Zarkon. They’re using the quintessence with Shiro as a filter to keep Zarkon alive.

Shiro passes out

When Shiro wake up. He’s not alone. Lotor is there.

Lotor is the first person to actually speak to Shiro. He asks how he’s feeling: how drained is he, still? Can he sit up? How much energy went through him?

Shiro’s got no clue who this white-haired dude is. Doesn’t want to answer and snaps at him

Lotor explains who he is: he is the latest son in a long line of them, each meant as a back-up just to pacify the Empire. No one knew why Zarkon was immortal, so having a line of succession made citizens feel more secure, at least a little

He’s been nominally in charge since his father went down, but it’s a puppet leadership: most of the actual empire running has been by Haggar

Shiro tries to kick him. Lotor dodges it, b/c Lotor is good at dodging and Shiro’s not exactly at full strength

Lotor: I’m going to ignore that. Now answer the questions. It’s important

Shiro: So Daddy doesn’t take over your new job?

Lotor: Yes!!! You want Zarkon in charge? You really want that?

Shiro: Well, no

Lotor: He’s done a shitty job for everyone. He’s obsessive and uncaring and cruel. So, tell me how he’s doing. If wanted lies I’d go to Haggar

Shiro: I honestly don’t know

Lotor looks him over for injuries and tuts over the quintessence burns. His touch is actually gentle, and Shiro gives up fighting. If Lotor snaps his neck then at least he’s not Zarkon’s battery anymore

Then Lotor sighs and says just to keep an eye out. He has to go before Haggar catches him here

Shiro is left more confused than before

Time passes. He muses on what Lotor said. Zarkon’s son doesn’t like how he runs things? Well, of course he wants to rule.

But that doesn’t mean Shiro can’t take advantage, right? Maybe Lotor will try to free him so he can’t be used for the ritual thing, and he’ll be able to escape?

There’s not much to think about except to plot. He’s cold, he’s without his armor, his arm doesn’t work, he’s caged, he’s back with the Galra- better to think about how to work with Lotor then to obsess above how he’s in a new version of his nightmare

Eventually Haggar comes. Shiro’s still sore and tired, but he fights as best he can. He’s strapped in like before, with even less trouble than before and the druids begin their work

This time, Shiro hasn’t slept at all, he still hurts from the last time, and he’s completely overwhelmed. His consciousness slips-

-and he find himself feeling the connection to the Black Lion. Feeling that presence, huge and powerful like he did in the Astral Plane. Is he in the Astral Plane?

It’s a brief touch, like skating his fingers over the surface of a mirror. But he has enough time to think -Did Keith...?

Before the ritual is over and he’s yanked back to consciousness

There’s minor chaos: Haggar is very unhappy. This time, less energy got to Zarkon, and they don’t know why. One of the Druids is blamed and killed on the spot. Another takes their place, but Zarkon isn’t well. Shiro learns his quintessence isn’t healing Zarkon: it’s life support. Without the energy, Zarkon will die

Huh

It isn’t until Shiro is back in his cell he wonders: Was he the reason Zarkon got less energy? Because he connected to the Black Lion?

He sleeps

Time passes again. He’s left alone, except for automated feeding. Floating bowls move to his face and spill if he doesn’t react in time. His hands are never freed.

During one of these moments, Lotor comes in. He snatches the bowl before it can spill and produces a key. He frees just one of Shiro’s arms and lets him feed himself.

Shiro: Why?

Lotor: Because I need your help, and I’m out of options. You’re just as desperate as I am

Lotor explains that the empire is crumbling. No one respects him or Haggar the way they did Zarkon. The empire was built on his name and face, and they don’t know what’s happened to him, but he’s not calling the shots anymore.

Already, there’s defections. People are thinking about trying for their own power grabs: both the empire as a whole, or taking over their territory for their own conquests.

Lotor has used his words and cunning to try and keep Galra loyal. He once dreamt of running the empire, but it wasn’t like this. This is shattered glass held together by the frame alone. It’s dangerous, and if it finally breaks apart, that’s the ballgame for everyone, not just the Galra: they control trade, they control supplies, they control communications, they control the generals. Planets will starve. Industries will collapse. There won’t be any single shared currency anymore: GAC will become worthless without Galra Approval of the Currency.

Shiro is skeptical, but admits he has a point: they haven’t thought at all about how to help planets get the supplies they need, only how to protect them from conquest

But that doesn’t mean he thinks the Galra empire should remain, or that Lotor should be on the throne

Lotor: I want independence for these places. I want them to have autonomy. This system isn’t working. You are winning, and it’s causing chaos you can’t control. I don’t want to see what the total power vacuum looks like. So help me stay on the throne and keep my father off it, and I can be damage control

Lotor: Also, what’s your other choice, here? Let Haggar make you her Zarkon battery until you drop dead?

Shiro: Why not just kill me?

Lotor: Because you have more use to me, and because I owe you for getting me on the throne in the first place. I was raised on stories of Galra with honor. I’d like to return to that

Shiro: That sounds like some bullshit but we at least agree Zarkon can’t be in control again. What’s your plan?

Lotor: We need to make sure you give Zarkon as little energy as possible, so he dies. But it can’t be all at once. This distracts Haggar like nothing else. This taking longer means more time for me to get settled

Shiro: ...Okay, I can help with that

Lotor: ....You can?

Shiro: I think so

Lotor: Oh. Good. Great. You do whatever that is

He leaves again, and for the first time, Shiro feels like he has a purpose and a goal here, one of his own creation. Rather than just waiting for an opportunity for escape, he has the chance to do good here and now

And he maybe has an... ally?

Maybe.

Haggar comes again. This time, Shiro leans into the power and tries to connect to the Black Lion again. This time, he looks, but he can’t see the person he needs

Keith!

There’s a slight tug, a hint of what could be a question

It ends

This time, Shiro is so much more exhausted. It’s building, and he’s not getting enough rest and food in between. Haggar is disgusted at his fragility and speaks to him directly for the first time to tell him so

Shiro takes it and wonders why he’s fighting like this. Zarkon will die faster if he dies. Maybe Shiro should take the noble option and figure out the quickest way to die. He wants to escape, he wants to go back to his team, he misses his home. But he’s staying alive to keep Lotor on the throne. Is that what he wants?

Lotor sneaks in again. He looks Shiro over and doesn’t speak. He touches Shiro’s skin, the only person to do so, and is so gentle. He brings him food, he warms Shiro’s chilled skin, he tells Shiro he’s doing well: He’s working on a better solution. Just hold on

Shiro... leans into the touch. He can’t not. He needs it. Lotor is the warmest, safest thing in this whole place.

He falls asleep like that

When he wakes, Lotor is still there. He has a projected screen, and he’s working on the minutia of running an empire: trade routes, supply levels, directions, the probably location of Voltron.

Lotor realizes Shiro is awake and starts narrating and explaining: This general he’s looking into now is a quiet troublemaker. He’s ignoring orders to research and track Voltron. Anyone who takes it out will be hailed as the new leader, no matter what. Every ambitious General - near all of them - are out for Voltron in a new, personal way, and they’re abandoning their posts and leaving their designated planets to flounder. This is letting Voltron free more and more planets, but it’s causing a chain reaction of supply loss.

Lotor says that if he could scare these people into compliance like his father, he would: he has words, and he has some one on one skills, but he simply doesn’t have Zarkon’s pure power. He can’t put on the show the generals need to fully believe in him: his words work on the downtrodden, not those in power already. And those are the people with the ability to fuck everyone over

Shiro listens. He advises a couple of solutions for individual planets. Ones that Lotor approves of and sends out orders for. But he points out they can’t do that for every single planet in the entire empire, especially not in time to keep them from all starving.

They need a better plan. Lotor thinks he has one, but he needs time to test it. Just a few more days. Will you survive, Shiro?

He’ll try

Lotor leaves, and Shiro is left thinking how much colder he is when he finally got used to feeling warm.

Another Haggar experiment. This time they push him for longer, trying to get more energy when it’s rapidly dwindling

Shiro is able to connect to the Black Lion again, and this time, Keith is there

Keith is confused and hurt: what kind of trick is this? We already HAVE Shiro Shiro: ??? What??? Keith: ...Oh. I- if you’re really Shiro, we’ll find you. I promise.

Shiro wakes up even more confused than before. What was Keith TALKING about?

Haggar, meanwhile, is spitting mad. They didn’t get enough energy. Zarkon isn’t stabilizing again. So they’re going to do it again, no arguing

They do, and this time SHiro can’t even reach out. It hurts too much.

He wonders: is this what dying feels like?

When Shiro finally regains consciousness, he’s confused. His shoulders ache in a new way. Why?

It’s because he’s not restrained. He’s also not walking. He’s being carried.

Lotor has him

Lotor: Oh, you’re awake. How are you feelings? Shiro: Like hell Lotor: Is hell... bad? Shiro: Yes Lotor: Well, you’ll feel better soon

He’s taken to Lotor’s quarters in the ship. They’re opulent and comfortable and warm. Lotor settles Shiro on his bed with him.

Lotor: I was going to talk my plan with you, but you could use the rest, first. I have work to be doing anyway. After you rest, we’ll eat and talk

Shiro, by this point, has no choice but to be all in on Lotor. And he’s not going to ask to go back to his cell. Lotor doesn’t want him dead: Shiro can rest

He finally gets some decent sleep, and when he wakes, Lotor feeds him again, telling him to rest his shoulders. It’s not gruel and water: it’s by far the best tasting food Shiro has had with a Galra (not that it says much)

As Shiro is fed, Lotor explains his plan: he can get into Haggar’s lab. Just destroying the machines isn’t going to help anyone: they’ll be fixed and repaired and the jig will be up.

But, they can use the machines to drain Shiro further. More slowly, without the druids pounding him with more energy. Just making him carefully weaker so it’s less and less effective, like it has been.

Shiro’s energy will go to Lotor, and he’ll use the extra juice to make a big, showy, powerful spectacle: one that will at least bring the generals to heel for a few cycles. Enough to keep them from shattering into warring factions.

Shiro’s really not sure about this, but he can’t argue that every part of what Lotor says makes sense. And it’s less energy to Zarkon, who will slowly die.

He agrees

Shortly after, Haggar finds them

She asks what the hell Lotor thinks he’s doing with Shiro and why he isn’t in his cell

Lotor grabs Shiro by the hair and slides a thumb into his mouth

“I have needs, and he’s very... interesting”

Haggar is disgusted - tells him to put that thing back where it came from or so help her. But Lotor IS shirtless and under the covers right now. She’s not exactly going to make him get off and show off the royal jewels

Lotor: When I’m done > ) Haggar: You have fine minutes Lotor: Ten at least ;)

Haggar ducks back out and Lotor gets Shiro locked back in, tells him he’ll be back soon

Apologizes for the inappropriate touching: interesting as he is, Lotor wouldn’t, but it was the first appropriately evil excuse that came to mind

Shiro can’t say he found it comfy but he can’t think of a better excuse that Haggar would buy and wouldn’t give up the game, so fine

Lotor promises it won’t be long, and Haggar takes him away

Shiro is left alone for several days. Now it’s so much worse, as he waits on pins and needles for something: Haggar or Lotor, Haggar or Lotor, one way or another

Finally, the door opens: It’s Lotor and the GALra squad

Side note: HECK YEA in my fantasizes Zethrid full on rips the door off its hinges and like, bench presses it for a while. For no reason but for my mental camera to take some footage

Shiro is dragged out, and they look out for sentries and all that as they break into Zarkon’s room

Axca helps take it apart and get the energy to Lotor instead

As the transfer starts, Shiro has second thoughts: is he really going to feed energy to the current ruler of the Galra Empire (techncially kind of)?

Automatically, he reaches out. There’s not as much energy, but he tries for the Black Lion anyway. He expects it to fail but-

He hears a roar

???

When he comes back to himself, Lotor is just kind of... standing there. Admiring

Lotor: So this is what it feels like : ) Lotor: I cooould put him back in the cell but... mm... no

Tells Zethrid to carry Shiro around, they’re going to recreate this machine now that they’ve had a chance to mess with it, and they’ll keep Shiro to boot, but it’s time to goooo

Zethrid, in Final Pam voice: You are like little baby

Except uh oh, the base starts to shake?

There’s fighting outside?

There’s LIONS outside?

Lotor: Time to go NOW Shiro: I would really prefer we didn’t? Zethrid, still fancast as Final Pam: Come with me, my son

Yeah no there’s not a chance for that: Keith breaks through. He knows they have Shiro there. He can still feel it from like 5 minute ago. Give him up

Lotor: Jokes on you. I know you aren’t bonded to the Black Lion like Shiro is. And guess who’s quintessence I have now? That lion is mine, eject Keith into space, plz

Kuron: Turns out? Doesn’t work that way

Lotor: The fuck? Kuron: Mommy didn’t tell you everything, huh? Shiro: ...Mommy?

There’s a struggle: Shiro realizes it was all a plot just to try and get control of Voltron, or at least make it so it can’t be used against him

He also realizes he’s not being tied down right now? He’s not cuffed?

And so his arm works

Shiro uses it to get free of Zethrid and get to Keith and Kuron (also WHAT? WHAT?!) and they get him to freedom

Reunion. There’s tears.

Shiro’s home, but he’s in a fucking terrible state: he’s been emotionally manipulated and abused, he’s been wounded: turns out all that shit they were doing to his system was bad news bears. Coran is Not Happy

Shiro sneaks away to talk to the Black Lion: nothing

Kuron: Yeah, sucks, doesn’t it Shiro: So, hey, the fuck Kuron: Also sucks. I get it. But you’re injured, adn the Black Lion found you too, just like me. Rest. You get your life back. I understand better than anyone. There’s more you can do. You have choices.

Shiro thinks it’s time to figure out what those are

He thinks he’s earned a break

(Sequel: the recovery process)

And that’s it! That’s the whole thing!

If you got this far: Sorry. Glad I finally got to share this monster in my head tho

#Candle to Guide Me #Pour one out #Voltron #BT Writes

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Spa Day - Lance x Reader

Requested by anon: can i request a lance x reader where the reader is really tired so on the paladins's day off (poor babies, they need a break) she goes to lance because she knows he has a lot of face masks and all that? so basically lance arranges a mini spa day for her in the castle lmao

I love this request it's so adorable and tbh I could totally see Lance doing this, thanks for the request and I hope you like it :D Also wasn't sure whether to make the reader a paladin or an engineer or something so I've left their role vague.

Also this was written before I've watched season 3, so the team makeup is season 2 era, not sure if anything in s3 will have a major impact on this fic but just to let people know.

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"If we hit the outpost from this angle, we can catch them by surprise and maybe get rid of their main gun before they even know we're there" Keith said thoughtfully gesturing at a holo image of the exterior of a hostile Galra outpost.

"Good point, what about if we have Hunk do that whilst Pidge stealth's the rest of us inside in Green?" Shiro asked.

"But that leaves Hunk to deal with the rest of the Galra fighters by himself, I should probably stay behind in Blue to assist" Lance interjected, quick to defend his friend.

"Hmmm... yeah that's probably for the best, but what about-" Hunk's voice trailed off.

Y/N sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, she was beginning to get a headache and it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on the strategy discussion that was happening around her.

It had been a very long week, they'd been hitting outpost after outpost, defeating Galra patrols and severing supply lines. It had taken the Galra 10,000 years to conquer the universe and it often felt like it would take that long to put an end to their reign of tyranny.

At that moment Y/N felt someone squeeze hold of her hand and she looked up to see Lance, giving her a concerned look. Y/N shook her head slightly as if to say "it's nothing", before turning her attention back to the battle strategy.

"Well the information will probably take at least a day before it's completely decoded, so either we wait a day and go in with a floor plan for the outpost or we go now and go in blind" Pidge said pushing her glasses further up her nose.

"I think the best course would be to wait, we don't want to take any unnecessary risks" Allura said, concern lacing her voice.

"Agreed, everyone get some rest for today we'll reconvene tomorrow" Shiro nodded.

Everyone sighed with relief and dispersed, apparently everyone else was as tired as Y/N was.

As Y/N began to walk out of the room, Lance rushed up behind her and wrapped his arm gently around her.

"Hey babe, what's up you looked all zoned out in there"

"I'm just tired and getting a headache is all, I just need a nice hot shower and a nap and I'll be fine"

Lance didn't say anything for a moment but then he smiled widely as though a light bulb had gone off over his head.

"Great idea babe, go have a shower and something to eat but hold off on the nap for now"

"Wait...why?" Y/N asked suspiciously.

"Just trust me okay, I'll come and get you when it's all ready" Lance said planting a quick kiss on Y/N's lips before bounding off down the corridor to his room.

"When what's all ready?" Y/N called out after him.

**********

About an hour later Y/N was lying on her bed, willing herself not to fall asleep, she felt better for having a hot shower and a good meal although her headache was threatening to make it's return, probably because she'd spent the last hour desperately trying to figure out what Lance was planning. Just then she heard a knock at her door.

"Come in"

Lance entered smiling widely and gestured at her to follow him, Y/N got up off the bed and followed him down the castle's corridors until they were in a part of the castle that Y/N didn't recognise, just as she was about the question Lance about their location he stopped in front of a door.

"Okay close your eyes" Lance instructed and Y/N did as she was told, but as she heard Lance open the door she had to fight not to peek, as if he had heard her thoughts Lance covered her eyes with his hands as he guided her into the room.

Even before she opened her eyes Y/N's senses were hit with a variety of smells, some flowery, other's fruity, all of them combined were a little overwhelming but very pleasant. It was at this moment that Lance removed his hands from her eyes and Y/N took this as her cue to open them and gasped at what she saw.

The room they had entered was dimly lit with candles scattered on various surfaces, there was a small sofa with plump cushions surrounding a table and another area where blankets and pillows had been arranged like a sort of bed. "Lance did you do all of this?" Y/N asked astonished.

"Yup, I figured we could both do with some pampering to de-stress, you especially"

"Lance I..." Y/N was at a loss for words so instead she pulled Lance into a tight hug and a long kiss.

"I know, I know I shouldn't have and I'm the best boyfriend ever" Lance said with a smug smile when they finally parted. "Now come over here and lie down on your front"

Lance guided Y/N over to the nest of blankets and she lay down eyeing Lance suspiciously, he cracked his knuckles.

"Are you ready?" Lance asked, smiling.

"For what exactly?" Y/N asked even more suspicious than before.

"For the best massage of your life" Lance replied as though it was obvious.

That answer didn't really reassure Y/N though.

"Do you actually know how to give someone a massage?"

"Yes! Of course I do, I happen to be very good at it thank you very much" Lance said in mock offense.

"Alright maestro, show me what you've got" Y/N said settling back down on the blankets and closing her eyes and preparing for the worst.

She needn't have worried, Lance hadn't been exaggerating which Y/N quickly realised as he reached over and began to gently massage her shoulders. At which point Y/N let out a noise that was half sigh, half moan. Lance's hands hesitated for a moment and he coughed awkwardly.

"Umm babe could you try not to make noises like that, it's uh...a little distracting" Lance murmured blushing.

"Oh...yeah, sorry, I'll try" Y/N replied, also blushing slightly. Lance's hands soon resumed their massaging.

"Geez Y/N you really are stressed, your muscles are all tense"

"Mmmm..." Y/N mumbled too chilled out to hear a word Lance was saying. The next thing Y/N knew she was been gently shaken awake by Lance.

"Hey sleeping beauty"

Y/N stretched and sat up, looking around her, she was still in Lance's pamper room but she felt a lot better now, much more relaxed, which she suspected was more down to Lance's massage than her impromptu nap.

“You know you’re really adorable when you sleep” Lance said smiling fondly and then laughing at the embarrassed look Y/N gave him.

"Thanks for doing this for me Lance you were right I really did need to relax"

"Hey, we're not done yet" Lance said smiling as he helped her to her feet and led her by the hand over to the sofa, on a table nearby sat a selection of face masks.

"Ladies first" Lance said as he took a seat and gestured at the masks. Y/N looked through the options and eventually chose a strawberry and watermelon one, while Lance chose citrus.

Lance helped Y/N apply the gooey mixture to her face and she couldn't help but giggle as it tickled her skin, after he was done Y/N helped Lance apply his own mask.

Once they were both suitably covered, Lance and Y/N settled back onto the sofa, Lance slipped his arm around Y/N's shoulder and she snuggled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and trying not to smear her mask.

"Feeling better?" Lance asked Y/N smiling down at her.

"Much better, thank you Lance, for all of this, you were right you really are the worlds best boyfriend"

"Mmmhmm" Lance answered before yawning widely.

They stayed like that for a while until they both nodded off.

**********

"Hey...hey lovebirds, wake up. Don't make me go and get a bucket of cold water"

Y/N stirred awake and felt Lance doing the same next to her, she stared in shock at Pidge standing before them with a smug grin on her face.

"Errr...Hey Pidge" Y/N said as she reached up to rub her eyes and felt the half peeled face mask still present then looked over at Lance to see his face mask also still there, although his too was peeling badly.

"So...Shiro's waiting for you both, we're going over the plan for the battle today. But you might wanna wash your faces first" Pidge continued, barely suppressing her laughter.

"Pidge, if you tell anyone about this I swear I'll...I'll...do something really bad to you" Lance said trying and failing to sound menacing.

"Don't worry Lance I won't say a word" Pidge left the room smirking and returned to the others.

She kept her promise and didn't say a word, she did however show everyone the photo's she had taken of the sleeping couple.

#lance x reader #voltron x reader #voltron imagine #lance imagine #voltron scenarios #lance scenarios #my writing

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