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Paladins get Powers
So with the resurgence of Voltron on tiktok recently, it brought up an old idea I never did anything with back when the show was airing.
The concept of the paladins getting powers related to their lions. The mashing of science and magic and resonance that already happens in the show, is a perfect gateway for some elemental power fuckery.
Especially if you throw in when they change lions. Of Keith's fire powers fading while he's with the Blade and him thinking this means that he is being rejected by the lions. Only to develop the flight/teleportation that Shiro had. Struggling to accept his place in the air when before he always, always was stuck watching from the ground. Learning to embrace the freedom Shiro so desperately wanted him to understand and embrace and as such learns what it means to live for himself. And then learns how to get the aerial perspective of those around him and how the wind buffets and blows but also fills all their lungs to keep them moving.
Lance struggling with the difference between water and fire and bonding with Keith's as he learns to handle the fire in his chest that Keith misses desperately. Learning to appreciate the warmth and passion that still burns in Keoth and reaching out to stoke Keith's embers back into a blaze with his belief. Learning to strike fast and hot but also be the warmth of of a hearth for his team to rest against.
Allura not thinking she'll get any powers since she's already been linked with the castle and the mice and why would she also get the paladin powers? But she does and there's a moment of Lance trying to teach Allura but she adapts to the water so differently than he did. Lance was the steady flow and beat of the unchanging tide that beat against his opponent with his every pulse. Allura is the driving current that sweeps her enemies away in a sudden swirl. Lance and Allura realizing that they represented the two halves of water. Push and pull.
And while all the drama of swapping powers is happening, Pidge and Hunk have been trying to master their powers they still don't fully know how to use.
Plants and Earth seem to fit together somehow but it's hard to use them in space. Their battles rarely take place close enough to the ground that they get a chance to properly test and experiment. So instead they have an entire room of the castle that has a real garden in it. Hunk learns the density of the soil and the way it holds firm against force but can be gently slip apart by a growing root. Learning to find strength in standing firm but how to let's the roots grow past him so he doesn't crumble either. Learning to stand up and weather the things that made him fear because he will be the mountain his team shelters on.
Pidge struggles. The energy of nature and life teasing at the edge of her mind but still so far out of their reach. They can't figure out the code behind it. The reason why they can feel the spark of life in a leaf just like she feels it in her robot creations. It takes a frustrated sleep deprived night where she screams in frustration and slams into the garden room where they flop against a small tree. Trying to create a program that can live and think on its own to help them. She slides down to her back and reaches a hand up to the small branches above and imagines. Thinks of using the headpieces to control the nature tech and trying to replicate that feeling only to be rebuffed with a phantom giggle. "Silly paladin, simply live."
And finally Shiro. Who was so scared the first time his feet left the ground and he didn't know how to get down. At the start thinking he had to be the wings to carry them forward. That he needed stay above them to keep watch over them. Learning how to close the distance again when they needed him. And then a desperate moment where it's all going wrong and Shiro simply wishes that he could fly again. That he'd get one more chance to feel the air. And then he finally seems to understand the freedom he's been craving and desperately grabs for it and yearns and then he's gone. And when he wakes there's a hollow weight in his chest. Pinning his feet to the ground no matter how desperately he tries. Of wishing and wishing until finally he feels the resonance of freedom again and it's just enough. He reaches for freedom but knows that he had to also say goodbye when the freedom reaches back. And then he's no longer in the stolen fighter, instead he's collapsed in his little brothers arms and can feel that the call of freedom has found a new roost.
Just. Paladins with powers.
#voltron#voltron legendary defenders#vld#keith kogane#lance mcclain#takashi shirogane#pidge holt#hunk garrett#allura#It's late but I had to get this out of my brain#Also Corin gets powers too#Not that he realizes for a long while#But he starts to sense the needs of the paladins#Small things but important things that polish away the forming sharp edges before they start to cut at each other#Until he suddenly realizes he doesn't know why he's walking down the hallway at quiznack knows when in the morning#Only to find one of his precious paladins in dire need of a hug#Ships can vary but I like Klance so idk#uhhhh what else#Oh#Yeah#Big zarkon fight involves alot of yelling and shouting about zarkon not being able to utilize the black lions powers anymore#red lion#Blue lion#Black lion#Yellow lion#Green lion
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I got a Twitter and kinda ditched tumblr... :( this is my attempt to change that.
This is Altean Lance from a scene in my fic The Shadow of a Prince ✨🤗✨
I’ll post an excerpt below because I CAN!!!! OmG I MISSSD the tumblr platform. I’m so FREE! I can write HOWEVER MUCH I WANT about this post.
Maybe it’s nostalgia but tumblr>>>>>Twitter. And that’s on that.
It was in the dead of the night when an alarm on Keithek’s suit started beeping.
He had been trying to doze off, not feeling like readying himself for bed, but feeling sleepy enough that if he sat down and rested his eyes for a bit, he could get a decent few minutes of sleep that would sustain him for the day tomorrow. But the beeping pulled him out of the sleepy haze he had managed to sink under in an instant and he was suddenly wide awake again.
Keithek sighed. Lance had left his room.
Standing, he went to go find him. Rounding a few quick corners before he finally got to him, the boy still seeming to glow under the low light of the hall as he walked quietly down the hall.
Keithek sighed again, shaking his head, annoyed. Did the prince really think he was being sly? He knew that this was something his sister had decreed would be strictly forbidden until the threat was neutralized. Clearly, the prince still didn’t care.
He walked up behind him silently and as soon as he was within a foot of him he cleared his throat and tried not to take pleasure in the way the prince squawked with surprise and shot his gaze over to him. As soon as his blue eyes landed on Keithek’s, they instantly narrowed with anger. He let out an annoyed humph and groaned, thrusting his hands into his already tousled hair as he turned back around, clearly annoyed.
He was devoid of any jewelry or other adornments. He wasn't even wearing his crown. Seeing him without his usual get up was... strange. More strange than he thought it would be. The blue marks beneath his eyes were almost more apparent without the usual amount of decoration, and his natural features, in Keithek's opinion, were enhanced.
“I don’t think I need to explain to you that you should be in your room right now your highnesses. You aren’t safe to walk the halls alone at night.”
“How the hell are you even- you’re- it’s literally the ass crack of dawn and you’re in full quiznacking uniform?! Do you sleep? What the hell?”
The questions felt directed more to himself than they were to Keithek or anyone else. He muttered them unhappily, glaring at Keithek with almost as much distaste as the queen herself. Keithek pretended he didn’t notice the similarities in their unhappy facial expressions from the shape of their pointed faces to the curved narrow slits of their eyes. He ignored the feeling of slight discomfort he felt when seeing the queens face resembled so clearly in the princes annoyed and exasperated face.
“I’m alerted whenever you leave your room. It’s my job to be ready to stop you from making stupid decisions.”
It seemed that both the prince and himself were a bit surprised at the forward ness of that comment and the slight lack of professionalism that Keithek had let slip.
The prince brushed it off though and turned around, ignoring him as he pushed forwards where he had been going down the hall. The glare that Keithek received from him when he had stepped in front of him and stopped him from moving forward was vicious.
“Move.” He said shortly. Staring Keithek down, using their slight difference in hight to his advantage.
“You know I can not do that your highness. Keithek replied tiredly.
Lance groaned sliding his hands down his face in demonstration of his irritability. “What's your fucking problem, man?! Can't you just let me go for a walk around my castle at night if I want?”
“No.” Keithek said. “It's still dangerous.”
The prince looked visibly exhausted, running his hands through his hair and sighing. “Fine. You know what? Fine! Asshole! God! My life is the most pathetic…” He kept mumbling as he turned on his heel and began walking down the hallway again to go back to his room, getting far enough away after a while that Keithek couldn’t hear what he was saying anymore, and suddenly Keithek felt guilty.
He could sympathize, in some ways, with the prince, even if what he was doing was irresponsible and they both knew it. He wanted to be left to his own devices. He wanted to live his life. Having someone like Keithek on his back had to be frustrating. So for whatever reason, he took pity on him and blurred out something he really hadn’t expected he would actually say.
“I can accompany you however.” Keithek said to Lance’s back quickly. If you would like.
Lance halted in his steps, pausing a bit before turning back, giving him a skeptical look.
“Technically I am instructed to keep you in your room, but…” Keithek hesitated. He wanted to earn Lance’s trust. To show him that he was on his side, and that he trusted him too. He chose then to drop formalities, letting his spine relax a bit, offering Lance a look of solace.
“Look, I get it.” He said. “Sometimes You need a distraction, and trying to sleep just doesn't work. My job is to keep you safe, and I'll do that. But Nobody has to know about my breaking minor rules if it helps you relax…”
Lance just stared at him seeming as though he didn't believe his words. His eyebrows furrowed, but he turned around.
“Ok....” he said, drawing out the word. “Then I'm going to the kitchens.” He began walking forwards again and Keithek quietly trailed behind him.
Lance stretched, rolling his shoulders and yawning as they reached the entrance. He walked languidly to the counter and began collecting an assortment of food on his plate. Keithek stood at attention by the door, watching him. He filled a glass with some liquid Keithek couldn't name, and took a seat at the table, draping himself over the edge, one arm propping him up.
He was about to lift the glass to his lips when he looked up at Keithek, like he was only just realizing that he hadn't sat down with him.
Lance drew his eyebrows together and gave him a slightly irritated look of confusion.
“What, you're not allowed to sit either?” He asked sarcastically, gesturing to the seat across from him like it was ridiculous that he wasn't already there, his face twisted in annoyance.
“No, I'm allowed but for your safe-“ Keithek began but Lance cut him off, rolling his eyes.
“Oh my god, Just fucking sit down.” He said.
Keithek bristled in surprise but obeyed the prince, walking tentatively to the seat across from him, Lance’s eyes following him as he chewed, seeming to inspect him, looking him up and down.
When Keithek sat, Lance looked back at his plate, chewing and looking to be deep in thought. A long quiet ensued as Lance ate before he spoke up.
“How old are you.” Lance asked unprecedentedly, still watching the food he was pushing around.
Keithek was taken back by his question but answered after a moment of hesitation. “Twenty four,” he responded.
The prince quirked an eyebrow. “Geez, your pretty young to have such a giant stick up your ass.”
For perhaps the umpteenth time that night, Keithek didn't know how to respond to one of the princes unexpected comments.
“Do you ever, like, not take things so seriously?” He asked. Meeting his eyes.
Keithek's heart skipped, without permission when their eyes met, shocked at just how strikingly blue they were under the dim glow of the kitchens lights.
The prince was presenting himself to Keithek in ways that he had never seen him. Away from nobles, citizens of Altea, and even his sister, Lance was incredibly more casual. Almost like how he had been with the big Altean with yellow markings. Just less… friendly. He had a snarky sarcastic sense about him that Keithek hadn't assumed of him when they first met. Rather he seemed to be the professional, stubborn, hard ass that he was accusing Keithek of being now. Why he was choosing to show this side of himself to Keithek of all people, he didn't know.
When he didn't respond, Lance continued. Taking another sip from his glass. “Look. He said. I don't like being smothered, and I don't like unnecessary tension. But if my sister is going to sick you on to me for the rest of time I'd rather get over all these stupid formalities, and tell you that you are the last thing I want in my life right now.”
He paused, allowing himself to chew and swallow his food.
“But, he continued,” I'm pretty sure I won't be able to get out of this, so if you start treating me like a person rather than a fragile little flower, and loosen up a bit, we'll get along fine. Let me live my life and if there's ever someone going to stab me in the back, then you can stop them. But I'm not going to tolerate coddling and whatever other shit rules Allura gave you on how to treat me, got that?”
With his words, Keithek finally felt that he was starting to understand the prince. At least in some ways. What he was asking for was respectable, and Keithek was willing to give him that, as long as he knew that he was going to be with him at all times, like Allura had instructed him to be.
The prince was becoming more real with every interaction they had. Here, in this room, watching him slump over the table and eat his food with the most unamused face Keithek thought he had the ability to make, without his royal attire and glittering adornments, he looked normal.
Keithek nodded. “Yeah. He replied. I get it.”
“Great.” The prince said unenthusiastically, before he lifted himself back up, downing the last of his drink and then walked to put away his dishes. Keithek pushed away the mild surprise he felt upon witnessing an Altean royal wash his own dishes, his hands soapy as he scrubbed the surface of the plate before rinsing it off with water.
When the prince grabbed the entire bottle of the drink he had been sipping on earlier, Keithek looked curiously at him and asked, “what is that stuff.”
The prince frowned, looking down at the bottle. “If it’s any good?” He said, “It will help me forget that we ever had this conversation.” And with that, he took a big swig, right from the bottle, meeting Keithek’s eyes in a deadpan stare before he turned and walked out the doors. Keithek followed him silently back to Lance’s room, watching as he wordlessly scanned his hand to open the doors and walk inside, leaving Keithek in the hallway without another word.
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