#Voltron: Sonder

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character bios:

Allura [???] | A lone princess who is burnt out and stressed out her mind, her only solace/stress relief being the garden she has where she can have peace and quiet, shutting her brain off while she does the tasks of tending to her precious plants and bugs. She tries her best to remain as friendly and optimistic as possible, if not for her own sanity, however thanks to the stress and pressure put on her, she has a tendency to lose her cool and sometimes shut down entirely. She has a passion for commanding and loves honing her fighting skills as that was one of the ways she bonded with her father. She more often than not can be seen in comfortable clothes, she doesnt mind dresses and does enjoy dressing up but will only do it when shes going out the castle or theres a meeting. | this gal couldve been an burnt out autistic queen DREAMWORKS, YOU COUDLVE MADE HER ICONIC .... let her be a dorky nerd whos a hater sometimes, pretty please

Takashi Shirogane | A garrison commander (no one is really sure of his job title to be honest with you..) who's insanely passionate about his job, to the point where hes willing to sacrifice it all if the garrison wills it. Anything to serve. He tries his best to fit in and be hip with the kids, he tries to come across as the 'chill' teacher, but students of his have reported that after a few months, any amount of chillness is thrown out the window. If not that, hes often not even in class, too busy doing missions he wasnt assigned to. He's intense. Very intense. Knows his way around words though for the most part, can be very convincing and a bit maniuplative, very goal driven. He means well though? Thats what he says. He always throws a quick sorry if someone brings it up with him, so that must mean something. | sorry in advance if you follow along with Sonder's story... unrelated but dreamworks wrote a banger antagonist without even realizing!

"Keith" Kogane / "Morse" | Unknown origins. He was a talented garrison pilot who could practically fly with his eyes closed, a jack of all trades, short tempered and prone to losing it but all things considered, the perfect cadet for the garrison's goals, he came out of nowhere practically, just poofed in like a ghost and wiped the floor with everyone. He really just needed a good guiding hand. No one is quite sure what gender he is, his androgynous appearance and tendency to respond to anything besides being called a girl have people baffled to say the least. He's very clearly not all there in the head either which goes hand in hand with his odd bursts of ego and then odd bursts of whining, these bursts often include talks that could only be described as cult-ish. People have their theories. Beyond those bursts, hes mostly very deadpan and quiet. But despite his strength and that intense feeling of fear and dread people get when they're around him, he's.. popular, somehow. Admired greatly for his devilish good looks. A universal appeal if you will. He doesn't seem to notice. Or perhaps doesnt care. Either way he's far too busy following Shiro around and treating him like the second coming of god to really indulge in romance for now. Lance's self proclaimed rival, Keith is also unaware of this. | also sorry in advance for this one if you follow sonder's storyline Lance McClain | A former Garrison cargo pilot who moved up in rank when Keith got kicked out. Keith is his rival and also all that Lance can talk about, even after the guy got kicked out and left for dead (Lance overheard some things while sneaking out past the teacher's lounge). He has a very noticable personality and loves to be the center of attention, hes still finding his footing and figuring out what he wants to do with his life and who he wants to be. Despite his many claims, hes not all that popular. He can't really flirt with girls all too well. His general goal is to be so well known so he won't ever be forgotten, hence why he begged his mom to let him dye his hair and get piercings (if he used Keith as an argument, thats none of your business.) (he saw keith dying his hair once or twice and instantly wanted to copy, its a bad habit.). He loves LOVES taking care of his appearance and is fairly vain, he has extensive routines and will freak out if he can't follow them. His ego and overbearing confidence is all to drown out his deep insecurities and fears. He tries his best to come across as a suave, cool, charming, awesome, any positive adjective really, person but in all reality he's a mama's boy, a dork, a loser if you will who has a love for the retro and is a huge gamer. If he must admit, he and Keith'd get along great actually, Keith ticks alot of boxes and honestly Lance deeply admires him and wants to be like him. | dreamworks dropped that lance was a gamer and loved retro stuff and then never talked about it again. sigh. Hunk Garrett | Hunk has many passions, mainly inspired by parents, he mainly specializes in cooking and mechanics, he enjoys tinkering with things, taking them apart to see how they work and working from there to see if he can rebuild it with 0 instruction, hes gotten good at it. He's Lance's childhood best friend, they're extremely close and are often seen constantly poking fun at eachother. Its all in good fun though. Hunk struggles extremely with anxiety and has a service dog back home that he left at home when heading to the Garrison as he worried he couldn't take care of it while studying. Despite his anxiety, he quite enjoys talking to people and sharing things he enjoys with them, he often tries to get over his fears by branching out and | I looked up his name from the old show because he deserves an 'actual' name, free my boy, he was done so dirty, also i remember when we all thought hunk had two moms (or was that just me ..) and i live by it tbh, two moms and a dad whos still active in his life, 3 whole parents for the greatest fella ever

Pidge Holt | Not much can be said about Pidge, they keep to themselves and don't share much about themselves. Just like Keith, their gender is often up to debate and when asked, Pidge will never give a consistent answer. They're a major tech wiz and with their talents, they're a complete menace. Pidge is prone to being mischevious and pranking others, often taking jokes a bit too far. They're egotistical and find that robots are their preferred companions in comparison to humans. | loser chronically online 13 year old who would tell you to kys, matt probably has to take away their electronics all the time LMFAO purposely made their outfit look a bit strange bc , theyre a kid whos a NERD /aff let them dress a bit stupid and let them cringe at it 5 years later ty

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New Addition {Keith x Reader}{SONDER series}

Words: 5.9k

Summary: Keith’s world is flipped, yet again.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: pregnancy + birth. female!reader. 

Notes: masterlist - SONDER - hello. you guys won. i wrote a follow-up. 

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Trembling hands, a racing heartbeat, the sudden, desperate need to just get up and run as far from this small, cramped room as you could possibly get.

  It crashed down upon you with a weight unlike any other. It slumped your shoulders, grabbed you by the throat and demanded you give it an attention you could not deny, because the positive pregnancy test you currently held in your hands was not something you could just pretend never happened.

  It was a responsibility, and yet you couldn't quite figure it out.

  It wasn't like this was your first time looking down at the little blue cross. You'd done it before, and under much worse circumstances; you'd been with a man who didn't really care about you or what was happening, and you had been much, much younger – so young, in fact, that you were convinced you wouldn't even be allowed to keep the little girl for yourself – your daughter. The light of your life.

   Things were different now. Hope was seven years old. You and Keith had been together for two years, had lived together for a year and a half. Things were brighter, made more sense, and yet you couldn't stop the onslaught of tears that slid down your face from the moment you looked at the confirmation that things were never going to be the same again.

  Keith wouldn't be home from work for another few hours, meaning you would have to bottle the news up for a little while longer. Hope was at her grandmothers. You had the entire house to yourself, a good amount of time to process what it was you needed to process – and yet you couldn't handle it. You couldn't just sit in your own silence and wallow until Keith got home. You'd get lost in your own head, would break down long before you had a chance to fully process what was happening.

  That was how you found yourself grabbing your clothes, pulling them on and heading out the front door with the pregnancy test stuffed deep into the pockets of your coat; it was dark now, meaning the chill was difficult to ignore even in your seemingly paralysed state. Sitting on that bathroom floor, you'd were certain you'd never feel anything ever again. The cold was enough to prove you wrong, and yet you continued, refusing to turn back. You pulled open the door of Voltron Pizza Parlour and stepped inside, immediately being greeted by Lance who stood tall behind the counter, doodling on an old note pad.

  He looked up at the sound of the bell jingling above the door, immediately raising a puzzled brow in your direction.

  “Y/N,” he said. “You're not meant to be working today.”

  “Is Keith in or is he off doing deliveries?” you asked, ignoring his comment.

  “He's just finished delivering,” Lance replied, raising a brow. “He should be back any minute now. Why? Is Hope alright?”

  “Hope's fine.” That's all the information you offered before you turned on your heel and took a seat by the window. The parlour was empty at this time of night, though it could have been overfilled with people and you wouldn't have noticed. Your heartbeat was racing at a million miles per hour, that dreaded voice in the back of your head so loud and bold that it made your stomach turn.

  Keith was going to be a dad.

  You squeezed your eyes shut, leaned forward enough to press your forehead against the cold metal of the table; you were overjoyed in a weird way. If Keith took the news well, it would be life changing for both of you. A new little addition to the family, an experience for Keith to take on and learn from.

  But you thought of Hope. Of course you did. Your precious little girl with whom you would personally pluck the stars from the sky if she asked you to. Her bond with Keith was unlike anything you had ever seen before – what if Keith concentrated more on this baby than her? What if he realised that this child was his own, his genuine flesh and blood, and he put Hope to the side in favour of them?

   The thought was bizarre, and you knew that. Perhaps it was some early pregnancy hormones swirling in your brain, tilting your thoughts until they hit the point of worst-case-scenario. You knew Keith. You knew he would never do such a thing, and yet the possibility was too there for you to ignore it.

  The bell above the door jingled, and you stiffened, didn't look up until you felt his presence at the side of you.

  “Well, hello there,” he said, voice laced with amusement. “What can I get for you, pretty woman?”

  You looked up, straight into his eyes, and it was then that his smile fell and his shoulders slumped. You didn't even need to say anything before he kneeled in front of you, grabbed your hands and bunched them up in your lap, his large fingers engulfing your own. His eyes softened, his mouth tilting into a frown until he finally managed, “What's the matter?”

    “Keith...” Oh God, you were beginning to regret this decision more and more. Lance was feet away, whistling to himself as he cleaned the oven in the kitchen. Keith had just got off work. Your brain was muddled – you should have waited, should have given yourself a chance to process the news for yourself before you came clambering to Keith.

  You looked away, nibbling on your bottom lip. You weren't sure if you were going to cry or not – at this point, you couldn't really tell.

  “Hey,” Keith said, shaking your hands to get your attention back on him. “I know something's wrong. Tell me what's wrong.”

  And it was the genuine concern in his voice that whittled you down. “I've been. . . I've been feeling sick recently. Really sick.”

  Keith raised a brow. You didn't miss the sudden paling of his cheeks. “I told you to go to the doctors about that. Was it bad news?”

   “N-no. No. I didn't go to the doctors.”

  Keith's grip tightened. “Y/N, you were throwing up all morning on Tuesday. That's not just something you should-”

   You waved a hand. “I know why it's happening. I'm fine. At least – at least, I think so. I hope so. God, I hope so.”

  Keith stiffened, looking up at you with his eyebrow still raised and his hands still kneading the flesh of your own. “So what is it?” A part of you knew he could tell what was about to happen. He wasn't stupid.

  But you said it anyway, because you had to say the words for you to truly believe them right now. “I'm pregnant, Keith.”

    Keith wasn't one to filter emotion well. It was one of the few things about him that was a downfall – he heard news, and he didn't know how to handle it, so he just didn't. He would stare blankly at the person until someone else stepped in and saved him from either looking plain disrespectful or just downright rude.

  But there was no delay in his reaction now.

  His lower lip quivered. You saw that first, followed shortly by the tightening of his grip on your hands, which was then exaggerated by the smile that slowly made its way onto his face, brightening up every tired feature his expression once held.

  You gawked down at him. “You're happy?”

  “Are you serious?” He whispered it, flicked a look over his shoulder to make sure Lance wasn't looking before he shot upright, dragging you along with him. You couldn't help the eruption of laughter that immediately spilled from your mouth when he wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you into him, hugging you so tightly that you were on the verge of telling him to let you go just so you could catch your breath.

  But you didn't. In fact, you challenged him by squeezing him back even tighter, burying your face in the crook of his neck because never before had you felt so elated, so overcome with relief and happiness in such a short amount of time.

  “You're happy?” you repeated, needing to hear him say it, his actions not being enough right now. You just needed everything to be straight forward. You needed to make sure you weren't interpreting anything wrong.

   “Fucking hell, Y/N, of course I am,” he mumbled into your neck, swaying back and forth, not once letting you go. “Hope's gonna be a big sister.”

   Your eyes flooded with tears. “She's gonna be so happy.”

    “When did you find out?” he asked, suddenly jolting away from you. “Oh God, I wasn't there. I should have been with you when you took the test. That's the right thing to do, isn't it?” He narrowed his eyes. “You did take a test, didn't you? None of this weird Old Wives Tale bullshit.”

  You giggled. “No, I took a test.” That was when you remembered. “Oh! Here!” You reached into your pocket and tugged the little blue stick out, showing it to Keith. He hesitated for only a moment, clearly understanding the process it took to get the results, but he eventually pushed those hesitations aside and took the test from between your fingers.

  His own were trembling.

  “A-and the second line means it's true?” he said, looking back at you with wide, curious eyes. “You're pregnant?”

  You grinned, nodding.

  Keith hollowed out his cheeks, looking back down at the test as if making sure it was real, making sure all of this was real and you couldn't blame him. Even as you stood before him now, with the smell of pizza heavy in the air and the darkness engulfing the outside world, the test proving everything, you still couldn't quite believe what had happened tonight.

  “Wow,” Keith whispered, shaking his head. “And it's definitely mine?”

  You groaned. “You don't even need me to answer that question.”

  “I know, I know,” he mumbled. “It's just . . . so surreal. Like, this literally all happened in two seconds.” He shook his head, looking up at you. “You've literally just changed my entire life in two seconds.”

    “I'm sorry I kinda came out of nowhere,” you said. “But at the same time, it's partly your fault that I'm pregnant, so I feel like the least you can do is let me show up at work to tell you.”

  Keith grinned, pulling you back under his arm. “When are we telling Hope?”

    “Whenever you want.”

   “Let's make sure everything's alright with the Little One before we tell her. I just wanna make sure it's not too early on to be getting the Big One's hopes up.”

   You smiled. “You've already got nicknames lined up?”

   “They've been ready for months.” And with that, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, before he pulled away and said, “So what are your thoughts on pregnancy sex?”

  ---

  Hope would be home from school at any moment, and you were counting down the seconds.

  You hoped and prayed Keith hadn't lost his willpower; all day he'd been walking around, talking about how excited he was to finally let Hope in on what was going on, on what was happening, on the fact that she would soon be a big sister. He'd all but vibrated with his own excitement, and the fact that he was alone in the car with her now spiked your anxiety to new heights.

  You leaned against the kitchen counter, ringing a towel between your hands because it was the only thing you could do to keep yourself distracted from the impending task. You and Keith had planned the entire speech out the night before, interrupting one another, nudging each other, saying “No, that'll never work, let me say this part!” until finally, it looked like you had the solid foundations for a decent announcement.

  But it wouldn't really go how you planned, and you knew that better than anyone.

  The sound of the front door opening startled you out of your daze. You could hear Keith telling Hope to take her shoes off, could hear Hope ask her usual question of “Why?” even as she did it anyway; no matter how many times you and Keith told her that you didn't like mud being tracked in the house, she still never failed to ask the reason why behind everything.

  Keith appeared in the doorway, having ignored her question. His violet eyes were wide, his steps quick as he marched over, grabbed your arm and said, “We're doing this now?”

  Your head snapped towards him. “What? You said yesterday-”

  “I know, I know,” he hissed, keeping his voice low. “But I'm nervous!”

   You couldn't stop the giggle. Keith frowned, furrowing his brows as you reached up and placed a gentle hand on his cheek. “You're gonna be fine.”

  “What if she doesn't even want a brother or sister?” he asked.

  I shrugged. “There's not a lot we can do about it now, is there?”

  Keith opened his mouth to reply, no doubt some sarcastic retort, but his verbal genius was cut off by the soft pattering of Hope's bare feet against the kitchen tiles. She did her usual routine of hugging your legs absentmindedly before making her way towards the cupboard.

  “Can I have Jaffa Cakes?”

  “In a bit,” you replied. “Me and Keith need to talk to you first.”

  Hope frowned, still reaching for the treats cupboard. “Are you mad at me?”

  “No,” said Keith. He reached down, bundled Hope in his arms and placed her on the counter. She giggled, looking down at the floor before she bunched her knees into her chest and rocked slowly back and forth.

  “Mummy doesn't like it when I sit up here,” she whispered, as if you weren't standing two feet away from her.

  Keith planted both his palms on either side of her, caging her in to stop her from falling. “Well, we're making an exception now. We have something important to tell you.”

   “Important?”

  “Very important.” Keith lowered his voice. “Top secret, okay? You can't tell anyone – not until Mummy and I say it's alright.”

  “That's right,” you said, stepping forward and leaning over Keith's shoulder, lowering your own voice to a suspicious whisper.

  Hope looked up, eyes wide, darting between you and Keith before she started nodding frantically. “I promise I won't tell.” She paused, frowned. “Not even Grandma?”

  “Not yet,” you said. “Once Keith and I tell you it's okay, you're allowed to talk to Grandma about it however much you want, but right now, this is between you and us.”

  “It's a big girls secret,” Keith added. “Think you can handle it?”

  Hope sat up straighter, buffed out her chest in the way Keith taught her; she had fallen down in the park one day, started crying until Keith sat beside her and told her to copy him. The two of them had sat there, straight backed and frowning into the abyss for what felt like ages – but it got Hope to stop crying. Now, it was her way of showing people just how tough she was.

  “Okay,” she said. “I'm ready.”

    You and Keith shot each other a glance. You'd known Keith long enough to recognise the tell-tale signs of his panic, and they were in full throttle now. His violet eyes were blown wide, his tongue constantly darting out to moisten his bottom lip. His index finger rubbed at the inside of his middle finger to the point where the skin slowly started to brighten into redness. You reached over, tangled your fingers with his before you leaned forward and said, “How would you like a little brother or sister?”

  And Hope wasn't stupid. She didn't tilt her head in confusion, didn't require any further explanation as to what it was you were asking – her green eyes widened, her jaw dropping open for only a few seconds before she closed it again and hollowed out her cheeks.

  Keith burst out laughing. Even you were unable to hide the amused smile forming on your face, though the relief that immediately whisked through you was enough to mute any noise you would have made.

  Hope slammed her fists into Keith's chest, bundling his shirt in her little hands with her excitement. “Really?!”

  “Really,” Keith chuckled, grabbing her hands and pressing gentle kisses to the back of her knuckles. “Are you excited?”

  “When can I meet them?” she asked, ignoring Keith's question. “Will they look like me? Oh, Mummy, I can share my toys with them, too!” She frowned then, slouching. “Unless it's a boy. Boys don't really like my dolls.”

   “You never know,” you said. “If it's a boy, he might love playing with your toys.”

   “On the other hand, if it's a girl,” Keith added, “she might hate playing with them.”

  Hope frowned as if this possibility had never dawned on her before. You chuckled, reached over and pinched her tiny cheeks, unable to help yourself – god, you were happy. So, so happy that the news had been announced with little to no hassle. Hope was all but bubbling up with her excitement, hands still bundled in Keith's red shirt.

  “Will I meet them soon?” she asked, voice quieter now.

  “Soon enough,” Keith replied, reaching down and placing a gentle hand on your stomach. The touch startled you, and your eyes snapped up to the side of his head. He wasn't looking at you, though – his attention was firm on Hope, a small smile adorning his features that you knew for a fact you would never, ever get used to seeing. No matter how often you saw it nowadays, it still managed to send butterflies stampeding through your very being.

  “Grandma told me that Mummy eats a lot when she's having a baby,” Hope blurted out. “She told me that you used to eat for two.”

  You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing; the furrowed brows on your daughter told you she would be most confused if you started chuckling at her absurd observations – she was serious. “Grandma was right.”

  “She was?” Keith said, raising a brow and looking over his shoulder, a slow smirk replacing his previous grin.

  You shrugged. “I am eating for two.”

  “Well, you can share with Hope,” he said. “I savour my food.”

  Hope gasped, swatting Keith's shoulder before turning to you. “You can share with me, Mummy. I don't mind.”

   You nudged Keith. He rolled his eyes, only forcing another cheesy grin to appear on your face.

  “Thank you, baby,” you said. “It's very much appreciated.”

  ----

  You'd forgotten just how nerve-wracking ultrasounds could be.

  It had been a while since you'd last had one, a while since you'd last felt the gel touch your stomach, the slight ache of the remote as it dug into your flesh. You focused on the feel of Keith's hand, the way his thumb glided over your knuckles, the way his breathing picked up whenever the machine beeped and the ultrasound technician would print yet another picture for the two of you to examine.

  It was an exciting time, but to say you weren't nervous would be a lie.

  Anything could show up on that screen, a fact that Keith refused to let slip from your brain. You knew it was just his way of calming himself down – this was his first time doing anything like this, at the end of the day. He sat beside you in the car, going on and on about how he would be there the entire time, how he would hold your hand, how he would hold you if anything went wrong. He then quickly shook his head, dismissing his previous statement by saying, “But nothing will go wrong, so don't worry.”

   But the worry had already been lodged into your brain.

  The ultrasound technician was oddly quiet as she worked. Her mouth twisted, her beady eyes narrowed and her posture straight and professional. Her hands showed no mercy, all but ripping your shirt up so she could get a glance at the tiny little bump already beginning to form. She had then taken the remote to your stomach and got to work with little to say bar the odd direction for you and Keith to look.

  “That's its foot.”

  “There's an arm.”

  “I'm pretty sure that's its left pinky...”

  “You keep saying it,” Keith said, startling you. The room had been quiet until then. “When are you gonna tell us if we're having a boy or a girl?”

  “Keith,” you hissed, before turning to the ultrasound technician. “Don't mind him. You take your time.”

  The nurse smiled, though it was clearly forced, before she turned back to the screen and got back to work. Keith hollowed out his cheeks, running his free hand through his hair and slumping back in his seat – you were also growing impatient, but you knew there was no point in rushing something like this.

  You squeezed his hand in reassurance only once before the ultrasound technician sighed, clipped the lid back on the remote and started printing out the final photos. Keith scrambled forward, you following suit, and the two of you stared at her expectantly.

  She wiped her hands on some paper towel, turned to you and said, “Congratulations. You're having a boy.”

  ----

  “He's not wearing that.”

  “Keith, look. You're not even looking.” You grabbed his arm, shoving the tiny little baseball cap into his hands. “Look.”

  Keith narrowed his eyes, plucking the baseball cap from your hands and inspecting it closely. “I have looked.” He shoved it back onto the shelf. “And it looks awful. Our poor little boy is gonna get bullied before he's even started walking.”

   You groaned. Keith simply rolled his eyes, grabbed your hand and started pulling you through the shop again, ignoring the glances being thrown at you from the workers – the workers who had spent a good portion of their time just watching you and Keith parade through the shelves, arguing back and forth.

  “You're worse than I am, you know,” you said, stumbling into step beside him though neither of you let go of the others hand. “I thought it was the mother who was supposed to get all fussy about the clothes?”

  “I'm not being fussy-”

   “You're being fussy. Fussier than Hope when she hasn't had her hot chocolate before bed.”

  Keith gasped. “Take that back.”

   You grinned, nudging his arm. “I'm being serious. I had no idea you would take this kind of thing so seriously.”

   “What do you mean 'this kind of thing?'”

  “You know.” You shrugged. “The fashion side of things. The accessories. Tiny little baseball caps.”

   “He's not wearing a baseball cap.”

   “You've made that clear.” You looked away. “But he's gonna be put in a baseball cap eventually.”

  Keith groaned, but even he couldn't help the tiny little laugh that slipped past his lips. You grinned back at him, taking his amusement as a success even as the two of you continued walking round the shop with little success whatsoever – so far, you had agreed only on two things, and one of them was a plain white vest that you insisted the baby would need at some stage. Keith had agreed, and that was that.

  However, the more dramatic pieces of clothing were more difficult to agree upon.

  It wasn't long until the two of you found yourselves in the shoe section of the clothes shop. Keith was genuinely pondering over a pair of tiny little high tops, tapping at his chin, his lower lip pouted. You could only stare at him, an amused smile fighting its way to the surface.

  “Keith.”

“Hm?”

  “You do realise we don't actually need to buy shoes until after he's born, right?”

  He glanced at you. “What do you mean? Of course he's gonna need shoes.”

  “I mean, eventually, yeah, but I think we should actually get him something to put on his back first. He's gonna be carried everywhere for quite a while.”

   “But his outfits gonna look wonky if he doesn't have a pair of shoes.”

   You raised a brow, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. “Right. His outfit. The outfit we haven't actually picked out yet.”

    “If this is about the baseball cap-”

  You lurched forward, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the side. He grunted, stumbling after you. “This isn't about the baseball cap,” you insisted. “How about we make a deal.”

  Keith narrowed his eyes. “I'm listening...”

  “You pick out any outfit you like, and I have to let you get it. No arguments. Then I'll pick out any outfit I like, and you have to let me get it without argument, too.” Keith froze. “It'll get us started at least.”

   He pondered on the idea for a minute, eyes tracing your face. It was clear he didn't quite trust you with the task, his mind no doubt zooming back to the god awful baseball cap he seemed to have some vendetta against. It was a few seconds before he finally hollowed out his cheeks, shook his hand from your grip, turned and said, “Fine. Meet back here in ten minutes.”

  And that was exactly what you did.

  All it took was ten minutes. You snatched up the cute t-shirts and the tiny little jeans and the onesies and darted back to your meeting place. Keith was already there, rifling through his assortment of clothes with a frown on his face, inspecting each one before he looked up and met your eyes.

  “I got a little more than just an outfit,” he said.

  You held up your own armful of clothes. “Same here.”

   “Let's see what you got then.”

   “You have to let me get them. That's the deal.”

  “The deal was an outfit-”

  “Keith.”

  He rolled his eyes and gestured vaguely to the pile of clothes hung over your arm, silently saying get on with it. You grinned from ear to ear, tugging the clothes up and showing them to him with your smile still spread wide across your face; it was pure amusement that coursed through you at the way Keith ruffled his brows, the way he bit at his knuckles to keep his comments back, the way he winced at the sight of a t-shirt you'd picked out consisting of a dinosaur scoring a goal in a game of football, the words “Dino-score” printed beneath it.

  When you were finished, all Keith had the energy to say was, “You're just so proud of yourself, aren't you?”

  “I personally think Little One is gonna love it.” You thrust the clothes into the basket. “Now, what have you picked out?”

  Keith's demeanour immediately changed. He straightened up, started showing you the clothes he'd picked out, and you would be lying to claim they weren't decent. They were, though you knew they would be; Keith may have hid it well, but he knew how to put an outfit together when he wanted to. He may not have put that much thought into his own outfits on a day-to-day basis, but it was clear in the fashionable fabrics he was showing you now that he was going to take a lot of thought into the order of his sons clothes.

  You nodded along to each one before Keith thrust them into the basket and said, “Well?”

  “I'm not gonna lie to you, Keith Kogane,” you said. “You haven't done too bad.”

  He grinned. “I wanna get Little One and Hope some matching clothes, too. How cute would that be?”

   “Hope would be mortified.”

  “Hope'll love it.” He intertwined your fingers together and started for the counter. “Her and her little brother walking around in matching tracksuits-”

  “No. Absolutely not.”

  Keith frowned. “What?”

  “We're not putting them in tracksuits.”

  “But it's okay to put them in things like that Dino-score shirt?”

  “That shirt's funny! Hope would love it.”

  Keith rolled his eyes again. “We'll see about that when we get home, won't we?”

  ----

  July 28th. The day everything changed forever.

  Lance's birthday. Already a time for celebration, though Keith could not make it to one of his oldest friends birthday parties. He was cooped up, too busy holding your hand and trying not to cry in the hospital room he had been cooped up in since 3am that morning.

  He paced back and forth for hours. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion. His legs were stiff, his mind numb as the caffeine thrummed through his entire body. You had been able to take a quick nap through the contractions, and Keith had tried to join you, but the chair was too small and his thoughts were too quick and he couldn't quite bring himself to sit still long enough for his body to realise the state of exhaustion it was in.

  The sun had come up. Keith sat by your side, held your hand, whispered soothing words in your ear because that was what he'd heard he should be doing – letting you know you were a damn hero, letting you know that he was there and always would be. Your eyes fluttered closed, face pressed against the pillow, shallow breaths slipping past your lips that sounded pained and exhausted. Keith wiped the sweat from your forehead, held your phone to your ear when Lance and Hunk had called, asking for details. Lance had jokingly said, “You better hold it in for another few hours, Y/N! I don't fancy sharing my birthday.”

   But it seemed like Lance's request was going to be impossible, because a few hours later, you were ready.

  Keith hated hearing you cry out. He hated that he couldn't do anything, that he could only sit by your side and tell you how good you were doing, how close you were to being a mother for a second time, how this was all going to be worth it. As he watched your face contort in pain, listened to your screamed curse words, he was beginning to doubt that it would be worth it – in that moment, he didn't pay attention to the fact that he was minutes away from becoming a dad, or that his life was about to change forever. He was looking at your face, at the face he'd woken up to every morning for the past two and a half years, and he was concentrating on how hurt you looked and how he'd never seen anything so heartbreaking in his entire life.

  But then the sound of crying spilled into the room, and you suddenly stopped screaming and were merely gasping for air, and Keith couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, could barely move as the doctor placed the tiny bundle on your chest. The nurses were saying things, congratulating him, maybe, but he couldn't even hear them.

  The only congratulations he could make out was your own. You looked up at Keith and said through tears, “You're a dad. Look at him. You're a dad.”

  Keith was certain he could listen to those words all day long and never get tired of them.

  He slumped down on the chair by your bedside, took the scissors from the doctor and cut the umbilical chord. His hands were trembling, but he did it, and when his hands were finally free, he placed them on the bare skin of his son and felt the meaning of his life in physical form. This was what he was here for. For twenty four years, this was what he'd been preparing for, and it was finally here and Keith couldn't stop smiling, couldn't stop running his fingers along his sons arms, making sure to nudge your fingers every time he did so.

  Neither of you could speak. The nurses measured him, weighed him, did his little foot prints, and neither you nor Keith could say anything. The smiles were too big, the shock still too overwhelming; speaking would just shatter it, bring you back to the reality. Keith wanted to live in this moment of bliss for a moment longer.

  ---

  “Lincoln Lance Kogane. 6 pounds 9 ounces. Born on July 28th at 6:04pm.”

  “The same day as Uncle Lance!” Hope exclaimed, a little too loudly. Tiny little Lincoln grumbled, squirming in Keith's arms at the volume of his big sisters voice; Hope immediately gasped, slapping her hands over her mouth and nuzzling into your shoulder again. “Did I scare him?”

  “You've just gotta be quiet,” you assured her. “He's sleeping, you see.”

  “He does that a lot,” Hope said. She slowly leaned forward again, glancing at the tiny black hairs peeking out from the blanket in Keith's arms. “Will he wake up and play with my toys with me?”

  “Not just yet,” said Keith. “Give him time, though, and he'll be playing dolls with you all day, every day.”

  Hope grinned at the prospect, and the sight of it made your heart tug. You took a tiny, subtle step back just to admire the people standing before you – your family, the people you loved most in the world. Keith, with Lincoln bundled in his arms and his eyes on Hope. Hope, with her curious hands poking gently into her new little brothers blanket. Lincoln, so small and carefree, eyes closed and black hairs already growing at a rate you knew would be difficult to control as he got older.

   Keith looked so happy. So inexplicably happy – you knew he would be, but this was so beyond anything you could have imagined that it startled you, made you think you would wake up one day and realise it was all a lie, a dream your brain had conjured up. He was grinning from ear to ear, playfully swatting Hope's hand away, making her squeal with excitement as she tugged it back.

  “Be careful. Lincoln might eat your hand off.”

  “No he won't! He's a baby!” Hope squealed, glaring at Keith as if to say I'm not stupid.

  And as you watched them, your arms folded over your chest, you realised that this was everything you'd ever wanted. From the moment you'd looked into Hope's eyes all them years ago, there was no question as to how you'd wanted your life to pan out – it could take on whatever direction it wanted, could lead you anywhere, as long as your family was with you, as long as they were safe and happy. You would be fine with anything else. Just as long as they were okay.

  Keith looked up, met your eyes and mouthed you okay?

  Before you'd met Keith, you would simply nod and say “I'm fine,” because it was the easiest thing to do. But now, you could grin, say “I'm perfect,” and mean it with every fibre of your being.

[project-zorthania]

I was tagged by the most precious @momtaku ( ˘ ³˘)❤ Thank you so much love!!

Rules: Name your top 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people.

This helps me out a lot because I realise that I actually haven’t watched that much anime, so now I get to pick from a greater variety of things. These are in no particular order.

Mutou Yuugi: Yu-Gi-Oh!

Erwin Smith: Shingeki no Kyojin

Uchiha Itachi: Naruto

Malik Al-Sayf: Assassins Creed

Bilbo Baggins: The Hobbit

Agent Washington: Red vs Blue

Kazuma: Noragami

Ebisu: Noragami

Ozpin/Oscar: RWBY

Dick Grayson: Batman/DC Comics

I’m noticing a theme of tired old men who’ve done their very best / wholesome young boys who aspire to do nothing but good for the world (｡ŏ﹏ŏ) All tragic and empathetic characters, wow I’m predictable pffahahahah 

I’m tagging the following lovely people to give it a shot if they desire and anyone else who’d really like to!! Thank you and good luck! <3

EDIT - I want to add Takashi Shirogane: Voltron... Because how could I not? Also Pidge??!?!?? And Uncle Iroh from Avatar?? Yeah wholesome, can't believe they were an afterthought 💕💕💕

@laffitine @zedsdead1001 @ladymacbethsspot @lostcauses-noregrets @kittyboo8015 @sonderous-opia @anastasiabeksinski @rywin @fwomp @erwinsundercut @melodyoftheriver

[steeledwilled]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

BASICS:

NAME: d. PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY: demi TAKEN OR SINGLE: a long winded sigh.

1. THREE FACTS:

1. I have one family cat at my dad’s whom I call “my familiar” because he occasionally spazz’s and brutally attacks my dad or I so we agree that he’s possessed be a demon.

2. I just had the cana.dian national anthem stuck in my head and I am not canadi.an. @balancesoflight

3. my bday is in feb

2. EXPERIENCE:

HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): 13. looking back I wish I was older when I started writing online. PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: tumb.lr, my.space, pro.boards, dis.cord, rolep.layer.me BEST EXPERIENCE: gosh I’m so blessed these days, but apart from my multi, my (retired) hun.ger games OC and gwe.n stacy for sure.

3. MUSE PREFERENCES

FEMALE OR MALE: both MULTI OR SINGLE: depends.

4. WRITING PREFERENCES

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: if you write with me long enough and we bond as characters you’re probs gonna get all three at some point PLOTS OR MEMES: I love both LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:  depends BEST TIME TO WRITE: night time~ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): it depends on the muse. I always write characters I can identify with in some way, but obviously the more tragic the character. I’m always touched when people say I’m like certain characters I write & love, particularly g.wen stac.y or voltron.’s allura

Tagged by: @bentnck @selfishsoulstm @thetowcr 

Tagging: @quiisquiliae @spellmantm @sondered @wellward @redheadliner 

[haleykim84]

Get to know meme!

Rules: answer the prompt and tag 20 people you would like to know better!

I was tagged by @sonderquill ! Thanks so much, Sonder! I actually really enjoy doing these things :)

Nicknames: Kim, Haley, Kimmy

Gender: female

Star Sign: pisces 

Height: 5'2.5"

Time: 15:51

Birthday: 20 February

Favorite Bands/artist(s): Yikes, so many, depending on my mood. Some of my faves are Linkin Park, Sia, Imagine Dragons, Within Temptation.

Song(s) stuck in my head: None at the moment!

Last movie I watched: Maze runner: Death Cure

Last TV show I watched: Currently rewatching Star Trek: Voyager.

What I post: Mostly Voltron, mostly gen or platonic stuff, but also some Sheith every now and then. Sometimes I'll rb nature pics, writing advice or other things that amuse or interest me. Oh! And I post about my WIPS and my finished fics!

Do I get asks: Not often, but when I do it makes my day :)

URL meaning: Honestly, in retrospect I find my URL and penname incredibly lame! I wish I'd thought of something cool, like with "dragon" in it or something! But really, I'd always liked the name Haley and Kim is my actual first name and I couldn't really think of anything else right at that time, so… Like I said, LAME! ;)

Average hours of sleep: I've been trying to adopt a healthier lifestyle, which includes getting at least 7-8 hours of sleep. Some nights I'm more successful than others…

Nationality: Dutch

Tagging: @noisypaintersong @rangergirl3 @nightfell @mishion @ptw30 @heyheroics @froldgapp @radiofreekerberos and anyone else who wants to join in! Also, please ignore me tagging you if you’ve already been tagged!

[skyelle0]

Tagged by: @nvara-of-mortains-own thanks! i feel really nice and mushy.

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better or just because you feel like it

Relationship status: single as all fuck, not thanks to lack of trying mind you

Favorite Color: uhhh,, i really don't know, i usually tend to ask myself: are you being truthful right now or you just pretending?, but probably blue or smth.

Lipstick or Chapstick: i usually forget to put it (my lips hate me for that) but chapstick

Last song I listened to: Breathe - Jeremy Zucker

Top 3 TV Shows: there are so many! okay, uh, Stranger, OA, Voltron.

Top 3 Characters: Lance McClain, Toni Stark (from the limitations of wax, does that count? idc) aand Nathan Byrn.

Top 3 Bands: i don't really listen to bands?? but here are some i listen to sometimes; tøp, years & years, sonder.

Books I’m Reading: the trials of apollo, the hobbit (left it there for like a year and i need to change that), uhhhhm, do fanfics count? nah, who am i kidding i'm just waiting for updates.

Pet Peeve(s): chewing with you mouth open, slow walking, heavy breathing, grammar but in spanish because in english i couldn't give more of a fuck, there are probably more but none come to my mind rn.

Fastest way to piss you off: being a rape apologist, saying mean stuff about people with mental disorders, insulting people who have committed suicide, telling me how to act, my dad being an asshole, ppl not respecting my boundaries, slut shaming; i'm honestly such a porcupine, if you poke me or scream at me annoyingly i'll most likely slap you (i'm not a monster tho, only when you have done it several times) or poke you back with something sharp, i'm not really patient. but i'm never angry for long unless you are being racist/mysoginistic/homo-bi-ace-trans-pan-+phobic.

Funniest rumor/assumption about you (that you know of): that i'm straight, that i don't have feelings, that i have a thing for my bff (it has come to a point where it is absurd), that i like to study, that i'm completely mentally sane (like please have you met me), and me being biphobic for being pan - i'm still not sure how that one works -.

What made you smile today?: my bff, several tumblr posts, a fanfiction and this! obviously, also, bacon.

I’ll tag….

@hufflepuff-from-canada @eccentricrage @staywild--moonchild @kevin10dlp @coree6433 @elizahagane @booksrbest @ijustneedmorespace @call-me-perry

[hackfixation]

Update

Part 3 of Sonder: A Solangelo Story shall be out around 2-4 pm central time. Im working on part four atm Also i will take drabble requests for fandoms im part of

[atiianeishaunted]

pretty princess <3

[ask-vsonder]

For Keith : where'd you get your tattoos? Or are they a part of your body?

"Honestly.. I don't get the curiousity.. As for being apart of my skin.. What a strange thing to ask. Lets just go with your first assumption. Nothing to think on too much, understand?"

[royalfirefly]

Get to Know Me Tag Meme

tagged by @timothy-louise thanks!

Q: Relationship status? Single

Q: Lipstick or chapstick? Neither

Q: What’s the last song you listened to? I’m listening to End of Me by Ashes Remain rn

Q: Top three shows? Steven Universe, Voltron Legendary Defender, and at least rn I’m getting back into MLP FIM

Q: Top three characters? AAAAAAAA this is a hard one

Ok so I love my OCs more than any other characters so I’d say rn it’s Muerto the God of Death, Sepulchral the God of Souls, aaaannnnnnnnnddd a tie between Niossa the Goddess of Love and Inkdrop a shapeshifter (don’t make me choose!)

Q: Top three ships? Again because I care about my OCs more than anything else I’ll list my top OC ships

Sepulchral and Sonder(Guide of the Dead), Muerto and Niossa, and Virtuous(Goddess of Time) and Ludicrous (God of Space)

Tagging:

Uh I don’t like tagging

[e-6000]

I have been tagged

I just got tagged by @pluto-sapphire (thanks Sam) so now I get to answer X number of questions (I think it said thirty, but she only did twenty five, so it’ll be somewhere in that range) ((I’m also stealing all of her questions)) and tag twenty People (I don’t know twenty People!) So here goes nothing

Nicknames: I don’t have any, so : P

Gender: female

Sign: libra

Height: 4 feet, 11 ¾ inches (I’m very bitter about that last quarter inch)

Time: 22:47

Birthday: September 24

Favorite bands: imagine dragons, Weezer, queen, the Beatles

Favorite Solo artist: I don’t have one.

Song currently stuck my head: I bet my life (imagine dragons)

Last movie watched: Doctor Strange

Last show watched: Voltron

Blog creation date: October something-or-other

Posts: idk, a lot of miscellaneous stuff, space Australia AUs

Other blogs: none that I’m aware of

Do I get asks: idek what an ask is in this scenario

Reason behind URL: trust me, if I could, I’d explain it to you, but I don’t even know myself.

Following: fourteen

Followers: like three, I think

Hours of sleep: 7-8 hrs a night

Lucky number: 13

Instruments: Voice

Wearing: jeans, weird striped shirt, combat boots

Dream job: professional doodler

Favorite food: ummmmm…

Favorite fandoms: Harry Potter, Sherlock, Guardians of Ga'Hoole

Favorite words: Hiraeth, Sonder, Eleutheromania

Serial killer name: the wig maker.

Now, to tag another person…

I don’t even know twenty People, much less follow them…

I’m going to tag @luffie

I’m sorry, you just seem the least terrifying person I know of to tag in this! You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to!

Tag Meme I Guess?

So I got tagged for answer 30 questions and tag 20 people by @mc-awsome and I really have no clue what I’m doing, so here we go!

Nicknames: Sam, Samata, Pluto

Gender: Female

Sign: Pisces

Height: 5′2″

Time: 11:00 am (whoopeee)

Birthday: March 13

Favorite Bands: Radiohead, Coldplay, Twenty One Pilots

Favorite Solo Artists: Melanie Martinez, Halsey, Sia, Tobu, TheFatRat

Song Stuck in my Head: Ingenue by Atoms for Peace

Last Movie I watched: Brave (my favoriteeeee)

Last Show I Watched: Stranger Things

When I created this blog: September????

My posts?: Star Wars, Voltron, Dan and Phil, occasionally Miraculous Ladybug, Sherlock, and anime stuff like Yuri on Ice

Other Blogs: Nope

Do I get asks: No and I’m not lonely

Reason behind the URL: Original character’s name is Pluto Sapphire Rain (I was twelve when she became a thing, okay)

Following: 95

Followers: 37

Avg. hours of sleep: 7-9

Lucky Number: 13

Instrument: Piano; Voice

Wearing: Black Darth Vader pullover, blue and black flannel pajama pants, and fuzzy blue socks

Dream Job: Artist; YouTuber

Favorite Food: Bread, Pasta, all the stuff you’re not supposed to eat…

Last book I read: To Kill a Mockingbird (very good)

3 Favorite Fandoms: Star Wars (The Clone Wars), Phandom, Sherlock 

I tag…. @rowan-is-a-legal-derp @fictionalcharacterswillbemyend @arcticlester @thetriathlegacy

Have Fun!!!

[panda-noosh]

One-Shot Masterlist

F = Fluff

A = Angst

S = Smut

Voltron

    > Outside Looking In {Shiro x Reader} F

What does your and Shiro’s relationship look like to everybody else?

     > A Family Like Ours {BotF mini-fic} F

Takashi only needed to get through this meeting, but with a family as rowdy as his, that was easier said than done.

    > Anonymous {Shiro x Reader}{Noble!Au} A 

Masquerade balls – where people hid behind masks, and people you had known for years become strangers. Dances like these were pointless for some, but for you, they brought you him.

    > Long Distance {Shiro x Reader} F

Shiro wasn’t cut out for long distance.

    > Two Sides {BotF mini-fic} A

Takashi was always hesitant to leave the children. He liked being with them, knowing that if anything went wrong, he was only a second away. But tonight, you were determined to get him to loosen up a little bit and take a much deserved break.

    > Wishbone {Shiro x Reader} A

Everyone thought you and Shiro would be best friends forever. For as long as you could remember, you and him were joined at the hip, each others ride or die. You broke a wishbone together once. But people grow up, and friendships fade – but sometimes, they don’t fade into oblivion. Sometimes they just disappear, but they can never be forgotten.

    > Below the Surface {Shiro x Reader} A 

Shiro was so used to you being the loud, chipper type – his direct opposite. What does he do whenever you suddenly need reassurance?

   > Christmas Dilemma {BotF mini-fic} F

Christmas is just around the corner, and you are still yet to finish up your shopping for Esmay. The task would be a lot easier if she would just tell you what she wanted, but things are never that simple with Esmay Shirogane…

    > Home Bound {Shiro x Reader} A

Shiro and you were best friends, who wanted two different things in life. You thought you had finally come to terms with the impossibility of maintaining your friendship, until you see him again and old feelings come rushing back.

   > Hold Me While You Wait {Shiro x Reader}{The Rockstars Series} - A 

What a coincidence that the first person to catch you breaking and entering is also the lyricist for your favourite band.

   > Snow Days {Keith x Reader} F

Keith finally gets to see your home town, see where you grew up. On this particular morning, though, he is disappointed to wake up and see that your home town is apparently prone to snow blizzards. 

     > Coffee Shop {Keith x Reader} F

Keith hates coffee. You love coffee. All you want is to try out the new coffee shop that has just opened on your street, and you persuade Keith to go with you.

     > Regrets {Keith x Reader} A

Something is wrong with Keith. You’re sure of it. Whenever it hits four am and Keith finds himself needing a comfort he thought he would never have to rely on, you’re the only person who comes to mind.

    > Runaways {Keith x Reader} F - A 

In which you and Keith are both runaways who end up meeting outside of a motel – neither of you have enough money for one room, so you end up taking a risk and putting your money together, buying one room between the two of you – despite being complete strangers.

     > Sunshine {demigod!Keith x Reader} A

Keith Kogane was insufferable. An absolute nightmare to be around. So why are you getting visions of him kissing you?

    > SONDER {Keith x Reader} F

Keith Kogane had never taken a liking to children. He thought they were far too fragile. He thought of himself as incapable of caring for anyone under the age of eighteen – and yet the day he meets you and your five year old daughter, he is unable to stop himself from getting wrapped up in your family dynamics.

    > Old Times Sake {Keith x Reader} F - A

Keith spends his birthday on earth for the first time in years. Old connections start to arise, and old questions are forced to the surface.

    > A Night Spent Dancing {Keith x Reader} F

SEQUEL TO SONDER. Hope’s getting to that age where school events are starting to dot her schedule – including a Father-Daughter dance that she is determined to attend.

    > New Addition {Keith x Reader}{SONDER series} F

Keith’s world is flipped, yet again.

    > Change of Plans {Keith x Reader}{The Rockstar Series} A - F

Now that Keith Kogane is a rockstar, it’s become very difficult to decipher whether someone likes him for him, or for his money. So, he’s decided to just stay as far away from love as possible.

     > Soggy Sandcastles {Lance x Reader} F

Lance plans to take you to the beach where he grew up, but his plans are ultimately spoiled by the rain. Or are they?

     > Better Off Together {Lance x Reader} F

In which Lance McClain comes home for the first time in nine months, wondering only one thing. Did you wait?

    > In This Dying World {Lance x Reader}{Apocalypse!Au} A

Living in the apocalypse was hard. It was made even harder whenever you were left behind with Lance McClain, the boy you were slowly falling in love with. The boy who was apparently extremely accident prone.

     > Coldthistle House {Lance x Reader} A - Horror 

Coldthistle House is where people come to die.

   > Lifeguard Duty - part 2 {Lifeguard!Lance x Reader} F 

The cute lifeguard never failed to catch your eye whenever you visited the pool. He was always there, smiling and looking like he was having the time of his life. Honestly, you were perfectly fine with him ignoring you, but what happens whenever he finally notices you?

    > On The Case {detective!Lance x Reader} A - detective!au

The job of being a homicide detective was one that required the highest level of professional, something you were usually good at maintaining. But your professionalism wavers a little bit whenever you get put on the case of the brutal murder of two sisters – and Lance McClain is assigned as your partner.

     > Draped in Gold {Angel!Lance x Reader} A - F - angel!au 

Some of the things you did made Lance question why it was he who had been chosen to be your Guardian Angel – until the day he actually meets you face-to-face and learns something he never expected.

    > Gone Rogue {Lance x vampire!Reader} A - vampire!au

Lance had grown up amongst a family of vampire hunters. It was a usual day on the job, nothing he wasn’t to – until he saw you.

     > My List of Reasons {Hunk x Reader} F

Hunk gets emotional at three am whenever he thinks you’re sleeping.

     > Worthy {Hunk x Reader} A - F

Hunk needs help with training. Shiro brings you in to teach him a few things, and Hunk finds himself a little bit distracted during your training sessions.

    > Last Words {Hunk x Reader} A - soulmate!au

Soulmate!Au where you have your soulmates last words etched into your skin.

    > Where You Belong {Hunk x Reader} A 

You had left Team Voltron years ago – just up and disappeared. Your life changed tremendously. You got a job as a house maid, working for the all-famous Cawthorn family. You wanted to leave Team Voltron behind, even though they held some of your best moments, even though Team Voltron was and always would be home. But there is one man who won’t let you forget.

    > Back In Time {Hunk x Reader} A - timetraveller!au

Being a time traveller, you have come across a lot of people from all different time periods. You once thought it was close to impossible to grow attached to these people, but whenever Pidge is sending you to 1942 in search of a necklace she desperately wants, you meet Hunk Garrett – and that little theory of yours is tested to the extremes.

    > Enough Of It {Hunk x Reader} A - nurse!au

Everybody wants a little bit more time with the person they love.

    > To the Playing Field {Hunk x Reader} A - LoK!au

The last thing you expect when coming to one of your brothers Pro-bending matches is to fall in love.

   > Night at the Opera {Hunk x Reader}{The Rockstars Series} F - A - rockstar!au 

Hunk plays the drums for a new, young rock band called the Smokey Saturdays. When he loses his drum stick on the night of a performance, his attempts to locate it lead him directly to you.

    > Thunderstorms {Pidge x Reader} F

Pidge was aware how much you hated thunderstorms.

    > Pass Me Your Blade {Pidge x Reader} A - Assassin!Au

You had been ordered to kill the nobleman who went by the name of Zarkon. The job should have been an easy one – in and out, no bother. But all of that changes whenever you find out that one of the lead assassins at the Voltrol guild had been sent to do the exact same job as you.

    > Melody {Songwriter!Pidge x Reader} F - Songwriter!Au

You come to Pidge's music shop every day and play the piano. Pidge knows she should kick you out since you never actually buy anything, but she instead finds herself listening to the sweet tunes you provide for her. One day, you ask her to help you with lyric writing, and she finds herself unable to refuse.

    > Lost Memories {Pidge x Reader} A

It wouldn't be long until you forgot all about Voltron – all about Pidge. It wouldn't be long until the manipulation took hold and there was nothing left but a void. But Pidge was determined to hold on for as long as possible if it meant spending those last few months with you.

     > More Than That {demigod!Pidge x Reader} A

You put up with everybody saying you were nothing more than a pretty face – that was the stereotype that came along with being a child of Aphrodite. But whenever Pidge says it, it leaves a bit more of a lasting impression.

    > Who They Thought {Pidge x Reader} A

Pidge meets your parents for the first time, and all does not go to plan.

   > Months in the Making {Pidge x Reader} A 

Pidge is forced to confront her feelings in the most terrifying of circumstances.

   > An Unlikely Pair {Pidge x Reader} A - royal!au 

Long ago, the heir to the throne fell in love with a criminal. Now, they are reunited.  

    > in the morning, we will see {Pidge x Reader}{The Rockstar Series}

What a coincidence that you and Pidge are both having an identity crisis at the same time; the only difference is, Pidge is a rock star, and you’re a bartender.

{Matt Holt}

     >  Holiday Preparations {A ser•en•dip•it•y Series Drabble}{Matt x Reader} F

It was holiday season, meaning you and Matt had to do the dreaded task of packing. It would have been made simple if Matt wasn’t so needy, demanding your attention after a long day at work.

    > Unexpected Dates {Matt x Reader} F

Matt has a thing for crazy, spontaneous dates. 

    > A Day at the Dog Park {Matt x Reader} F

You never would have thought that the man you meet during your dog walking shift would be the person to change your life.

   > Secret Santa {Matt x Reader} F

In which Matt is your Secret Santa, and he has the perfect idea for a gift.

   > Breaking The Rules {Matt x Reader} A - shadowhunters!au

Parabatai aren’t meant to fall in love. 

    > Less than Lovers, More than Friends {Matt x Reader} - A - TW 

Matt’s girlfriend is toxic, and he doesn’t realise it.

{Prince Lotor}

     > Just For Tonight {Lotor x Reader} F + A 

Lotor is exhausted and the one thing he wants right now, is you.

    > Nightmares {Lotor x Reader} F + A {?}

Nightmares are a pain whenever you have nobody to comfort you. Lotor at least makes the effort.

{Allura}

    > All This Time {Allura x Reader} A

Lotor had betrayed team Voltron, and Allura was utterly distraught. You know why. She loved him, as much as it pained you to admit that. You’re willing to put your feelings for the princess aside to help her through this difficult time, but will your kind words be enough?

   > Anchor {Allura x Reader} A 

You, Allura and Coran are the only Alteans left after the destruction of your home planet. Waking up on the castle ship to find out that everything you once had was gone, you are forced to face feelings that you had once pushed down.

   > Alteans First Christmas {Allura x Reader} F

After Allura finds out what Christmas is, she is determined to recreate it for you.

{James Griffin}

    > Capo Crimine - p2  {James x Reader} A 

James Griffin was one of the most wanted criminals in town. He hid himself well, vandalised and tormented the small town you lived in on a regular basis. But of course, it’s you that comes across him in a dark alleyway as you walk home one night.

    > Those Bells Aren’t For Us {James x Reader} A - F 

Being single when you worked as a wedding photographer was a constant punch to your confidence. You're thankful whenever you come across a certain best man who has the same views on weddings as you do.

[quisqueyasworld]

I thought #sonder the Noun was neat (Briefly, "the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.") and then here go this voltron of vibes on @sonder #brentfaiyaz #dpat #atu

[atiianeishaunted]

voltron reboot, voltron: sonder wip, sketching over their pngs to show off their designs and get the finalized concepts down, heres keith/morse and lance, the others will be . revealed(?) in the next post i just wanna show them off before i post the full lineup ... sigh

as ive been deepening my character design skills,, i really do not fuck w vld's designs, they feel like rough drafts oh MY LRODJFHEJHFG..... SIGH.. anyway hi reblogs appreciated, vld fans you WILL love my reboot / next generation (mlp style) of voltron i promise,, its really cool, has mature themes, supernatural, fantasy, etc etc. bwaaaa

lance is the main character for sonder btw <3

[atiianeishaunted]

don't get attached pt 2 [ if you like the broganes in any capacity .. i am so sorry in advance ] [ oopsie! ]

my favorite dead eyed cultist freak