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Hear me out on this one you guys, I know it's long but bear with me here.
Keith has been captured by a Galra fleet in hopes of drawing out the rest of Voltron; it's been a couple hours since the crew found out, but no one has showed up yet.
Meanwhile at the Castle of Lions, everyone is arguing over what to do, and most everyone is siding with Shiro and Allura who are saying they need to wait and carefully think of a plan, Hunk feels bad about it, but agrees because he knows they can't go in there without a strategy, Pidge thinks it's logical and that they need all the data they can get, and Coran is always on Allura's side. Lance, on the other hand, is furious that they're even hesitating, especially Shiro, "WHILE YOU GUYS ARE HERE TRYING TO FIND THE EASY ROUTE, KEITH IS IN GALRA CHAINS PROBABLY BEING HURT! I'M NOT GOING TO WAIT AROUND WHEN THERE'S SOMETHING I CAN DO!" He yells before running off.
Eventually he makes it to the Galra cruiser and busts his way through with his bayard and the strength of pure rage until he makes it to the place where Keith is being held. Keith, who has clearly endured a couple blows and half expected to be left for dead, picks his head up and gasps when he sees Lance running towards him. Unfortunately before he can reach Keith, Sendak attacks from a blind spot, and a blade is sent clean through his armor, but he doesn't stop moving. Sendak says things like, "Give up" and "Struggling will kill you faster" and "You'll never succeed" all that good junk. But he just keeps moving towards Keith, determined to save him.
Sendak leaves the room, thinking that Lance is going to die or give up before he can free Keith, however with the very small amount of energy that he has, Lance uses his bayard to form the Altean Broadsword and cuts Keith's binds.
Keith falls to his knees, bringing Lance into his arms, "Are you okay?" Lance asks, "Am I okay?! Lance, you were just stabbed! Oh, god, you're bleeding too much, I have to-" (I know i do a lot of cut off things but they're so fun i cant resist.) "Hey, mullet. I say Vol, you say Tron, 'kay?" Keith, at this point, has a couple tears running down his face, "Lance, don't you dare give up. We're gonna get you out of here!" Lance ignores his pleas and continues with his sappy ways of saying something like "I can't make it but you can" and he reaches up to cup Keith's face, and he smiles, "Vol..." he starts, hoping Keith will finally get it, "Voltron." Keith says it firmly, knowing that he's doing it wrong so that Lance will keep talking.
Keith hauls him onto his back as they start heading towards the exit, "Paladins!" he calls through his intercom, "This is Keith, Lance has been seriously hurt, I need help!" and Lance is wearily explaining, "Keith, dude... The... The rules are in the chant, man... I say Vol... and then you say..." Keith consistently replies with Voltron.
Soon enough they make it back to the ship, Lance is put in a healing pod, blah blah blah. ROMANCE TIME!
When Lance wakes up, the first thing that happens is, Keith runs up to him and pulls him into a tight hug, then grabs both sides of his face, forcing Lance to look at him, "You are seriously so stupid!" Lance opens his mouth to apologize but he doesn't get the chance, as Keith has already brought him into a kiss.
I got nothing else to add, The End.
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fic rec friday 16
welcome the the sixteenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.
1. home depot catalogue by @moonguilt
“No, really, he’d love to,” Lance said into the phone, just as Keith pressed the button for the kettle to start heating up.
Those words were enough to raise Keith’s suspicions just a tad. He shot Lance an inquisitive glance while opening the cabinet to retrieve his box of morning tea, but his husband was the picture of innocence, flipping casually through a Home Depot catalog they had received in the mail yesterday.
“Oh, definitely. If you need someone to paint your insides white, Keith’s your man.”
Keith dropped his box on the counter, tea bags spilling out onto the granite.
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Keith is having a normal, relaxing morning. Lance throws him a curveball.
this one made me LAUGH. out LOUD. it’s domestic and fluffy and FUNNY dear god, like it’s such a lance thing to do and such an objectively funny prank that i just!! literally just typing this makes the urge to reread it too great my hand has been forced.
2. kindling by @moonguilt
Lance struggles with his attraction to Keith during training, and it all comes to a head when Keith corners him afterwards to ask why he was off his game today.
Prompt from tumblr: Angry Kiss.
one of my fave vld tropes EVER is lance being whipped and then equally as furious that he’s attracted to keith at all. it’s endlessly funny to me. and then keith being the eyebrows raised, not surprised one??? gets me every time. also keith is a massive sweetheart in this fic and i love him
3. chocolate granola bars by @moonguilt
“A pillow fort sleepover!” Lance cried out, leaping up with such alacrity that Pidge had to grab her laptop to prevent it from sliding to the floor.
“No way, we're not—” Pidge stopped and blinked, exchanging a glance with Hunk, then looking back at Lance again. “... Oh.” She evidently had not been expecting such a tame suggestion. “Okay.”
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Or, Lance is bored out of his mind and decides to organize a sleepover with the squad. Nonsense ensues, and Lance works through some confusing emotions—particularly those involving a certain mullet-haired team leader.
okay there are too many good things about this fic i cannot choose which to highlight, and so i will mention them all. ahem: a) lance is a ray of sunshine who regularly uses his power of cuteness to his advantage, b) adorable team bonding, c) shiro is a dorky nerd, d) HEALTHY LANCE AND ALLURA COMMUNICATION, e) krolia and romelle have actual characters, f) lance has allergies which isn’t rly important but he gives me a vibe that he’s allergic to several things and it’s very validating to see it in fic, g) lance validation and feeling expression for the piece of shit game show episode, h) observant lance!! and i) literally the most painful and necessary and well-written klance fight i’ve read in a while! hurt badly but was resolved wonderfully 10/10
4. Terminal Velocity by @speakswords [GORE WARNING]
The only fate worse than being tortured to death is watching, helpless, while the person you love most takes your place.
this is one of my fave vld fics of all time. although fair warning it is very violent for a good chunk of time. the story is EXCELLENT, the entire thing will have u biting ur nails in terrified anticipation and i mean that literally. whole time i was gagged. at the edge of my seat. AND i have several specific lines screenshotted bc the pure fucking devotion and care knocked me out of the water
5. you and me are cosmic dust by Yuu_chi
Knowing that your team loves and trust you no matter what and believing it are two very different things.
i LOVE keith angst. i know this fandom is very langst heavy and honestly i am too but sometimes keith angst is so so good. and this fic is one of them!! excellent read and features observant lance as well. OH and there’s a little sprinkling of suave keith in here too lol
that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!
#okay i know this one is like almost all one author again and theres a REASON for that okay#if i read a good fic the first thing i do after reading is scroll thru the authors work#so a lot of times my collections will have lots of bookmarks from one authors in a big chunk bc thats the order i read them in#anyway#vld#voltron#fic rec#fic rec friday#lance#lance mcclain#keith#keith kogane#langst#klangst#keith angst#klance#observant lance#bamf lance#lance & allura#team as family
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48 for all the paladins + allura + coran bevause i'm insane
48. scariest moment of their life
(rubs hands together. autistically. evilly.) (also skipping any close calls in battle because boring)
shiro: crash landing on earth in episode one. he had spent a year going “at least i’m the only one here. at least if matt and sam are out somewhere in space they’re not here. at least the aliens didn’t reach earth” and now he’s going to earth and will probably be chased after and he can’t talk sense into anyone because he’s forgetting details and they’re not listening and he’s being pUT UNDER AND—
he wakes up with his total amnesia after that. but once he remembers it all… those few small moments of panic are the worst he’s ever felt because there was so much at stake and so little he could do about it.
keith: the announcement of the kerberos mission failure. the one (1) person he let himself trust fully, truly, completely since his dad. he felt like the floor disappeared from under him and he couldn’t process it. because shiro promised he’d come back and shiro doesn’t break promises he doesn’t he doesn’t he doesn’t what’s going on where is my brother?
pidge: when she’s listening to alien radio chatter on a garrison roof and hears the word voltron for the first time. she gets chills like no one’s business and doesn’t know why. there’s a sense of just how big the universe is, and she’s so, so small in comparison. it was wild and definitely scary to hear aliens talking, but she never got a real word from it until voltron. she’s shaken to her core for a total of five seconds before it’s taken over by her trademark frantic curiosity.
lance: he has a nightmare in his childhood bed after the war ends. he wakes up screaming and crying and sweating and he’s used to that. used to the way someone is coming in to comfort him, but he’s not used to that happening in a house overlooking the beach, with band posters on the wall, his mother’s calloused hands wiping away tears. there was always a degree of separation between his family in cuba and his family in space, and he loves them both more than anything, but they’ve always been separate. when his mom is wiping away his tears and coran, who had been in the guest room, comes in to help him take deep breaths and squeeze his hands, he realizes that the war will always haunt him, the internal fight will never be quite over. that terrifies him.
hunk: first time in the healing pod. he had had the sensation explained to him before but that’s nothing like the real thing. at one moment, everything hurt and he was so worried about the others as well as himself and the mission and how he shouldn’t lose consciousness but does. and that panic and adrenaline doesn’t go away. so before the glass went away and he fully woke up, it was just his instinct and he knew he was stuck somewhere. he’s stuck and cold and tingly and stuck stuck stuck. and then he’s not and he’s falling and being caught by his friends— his family and everything’s okay. but for a few seconds there, he was trapped and alone.
allura: similar to hunk, it’s when she’s waking up from the cryopod. she’s still full of emotion, not knowing just how much time has passed. it’s for a split second, when she’s waking up and calling for her father, that she’s free falling, completely alone and confused and afraid. she feels gravity and someone catching her and her senses come back, but that moment of pure unbridled fear is a very significant part of her panic in that scene.
coran: allura’s first mission at the end of season one. he’s worried about anything bad that could happen to her and then something horrible happens and he wasn’t there to save her. and he didn’t even know until she was already in zarkon’s central command. he did nothing as alfor’s daughter was delivered to his greatest enemy. he didn’t breathe right until allura was safely back
(send a character + a number)
#girls when they o|–<#ask#anon#for context i wrote this with completely neutral body language while working with my mom#i bounced between ‘here’s how to do accounting and bookkeeping’ and ‘what would haunt this character for their entire life?’#it was really fun (means that genuinely because i’m insane)#<3333#team#long post#ask to tag#lmao
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Hi,.....if you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from VLD? And why do you love them? And your top 5 (or top 3) favorite moments from the series? Sorry if you've answered this question before....Thanks....
Hm, okay so it's always tricky to narrow things down, but let's see…
Before I put my lists, here, I'm going to state that I am choosing these based on canon only. Characters like Hunk and Shiro have been tweaked in fanon to a versions I love, but that is not how they actually are in the show. And characters like Allura and Lotor had a ton of untapped potential, but it would be a whole different thing to list my favorite characters based on what could have been.
So here we go:
Favorite characters:
Keith
Lance
Coran
Krolia
Shay
Keith and Lance are, appropriately, pretty much neck and neck. Keith is just a little more of a favorite because he's the one I personally relate to the most.
Both Keith and Lance had enough character stuff in the beginning seasons to make them interesting to me. I wanted to know more about them, and I wanted to watch them grow. That, to me, is a solid foundation for favorite characters.
Coran, I realize, may be a surprise. He was just the stupid comic relief, right? Except no, in the beginning he wasn't just the zany character who said wacky things for laughs – he also genuinely cared about the Paladins. And I love that duality in characters.
Krolia is a very specific one – because I love her as her own person, but I don't like her as "Keith's mom." I have a whole post about that subject, so here I'll just say that…hey, sometimes it's as simple as the fact that I just have a thing for badass warrior women, okay?
Shay may also sound like a random choice. But she was just…sweet. Like, from what I can remember, just genuinely good – and that was refreshing. I wish they had actually done more with her.
Note: Animals are excluded from this list, because they are automatic favorites.
Favorite moments:
Episode 2: Allura and Coran testing the Paladin's response time. Allura asks how long it took them to response, and Coran replies: "Seventy-five degrees. [pause] Oh, sorry. No this is a meat thermometer!" Klance fanart made me start watching. That moment made me keep watching. Because it genuinely made me laugh.
Sunset scene. You know the one, and you know why. (Look just have characters get along and support each other, okay? And let them talk! Is that too much to ask?)
I don't remember which episode, but the moment where Lance confesses his feelings to the mice and they tell Allura. Allura's reaction was one of the best things (and the reason why it makes me upset with how that all turned out). It was pure expectation subversion, because you could see it all in her body language and hear it in her voice: She didn't know what to do, because she didn't want to hurt him. This moment meant so much to me because so often female characters are forced into situations where it feels like they don't really have a choice. It makes them feel like objects. But this moment took me by surprise because I thought "wait, for the first time in a show like this, are we going to get to witness a male and female character choosing friendship over romance because it was better for both of them??" Alas –
Lance staring at Keith open mouthed when he was returning after the space whale. Like…bro…you're telling me this shit was platonic?? You're telling me Lance's brain literally stopped functioning for a solid 6 seconds of screentime because his rival was back???
5. The Keith/Shiro fight in season 6. Say what you will about the writing and choices made for VLD. The animation and choreography for that fight was fucking spectacular. And basically the only thing I need to say to prove that is that if you watch the fight, and really pay attention, you'll notice that Keith was fighting defensively in all but one moment (when he went Galra for a split second). I love stuff like that because it means it's not just a mindless action scene – there's a purpose to it, and the actual characters and their motivations are built into the fight.
OOOOF okay that took a lot of thought and I know the minute I hit post on this I'll think of other moments I loved (it's been a while since I actually watched, and it's sometimes hard to distinguish canon from fanon lol). But yeah, that was fun!
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[klance blurb thingy 1]
{PINING}
please tell me why lance is the ‘obviously pining from far away’ type
especially when keith’s around
like okay imagine lance and keith are hanging out with all their friends right
probably at some cute, old little diner because lance is always in the mood for a milkshake and keith loves spending all his coins on the pinball machine
of course when they get there, they all cram into one booth even tho shiro and hunk have the broadest shoulders of the group and trying to spread out is a little hard but they always make it work
lance will order drinks and food for the whole table because he’s memorized everyone’s orders and his irresistible ✨charm✨ comes in handy when he goes out on a limb to ask their waiter or waitress for an extra basket of fries on the house
and yeah it works bc it’s lance and he’s so charming and loves the way it gets mixed reactions from his friends like allura giggling, hunk sighing, pidge rolling her eyes, shiro ignoring him but also being secretly happy for the free fries, coran being the proud uncle he is, and keith - blushing like a mad man and trying to hide it bc lance is an idiot
as they’re waiting for their food, lance will ask for a kids coloring page and crayons and color the various pictures with hunk and pidge (and hunk would kick lance’s ass at tic-tac-toe)
keith will wander off with allura and coran as they watch him play on the pinball machine with his pocket full of quarters ready to play for as long is it takes the food to be done
and it’s so annoying how good he is because allura and coran will cheer for him or laugh or praise him and it’ll immediately grab lance’s attention away from coloring his half of the kid’s coloring page
he’ll slowly look up, pretending to be looking out for their food or watching one of the various tv’s playing some funky music video from the 80’s but really his eyes are glued to keith
and lance won’t ever understand how something as simple and played out as a stinkin pinball machine could bring out a side of keith that lance wishes he could see all the time
keith, standing there with his gloved hands on either side of the machine, long black hair tucked behind his ear on one side as his bangs dangle over his stupidly gorgeous violet eyes, his thick eyebrows frowned up as he concentrates on the game
smirk on his face
and sometimes, when the game’s getting good, his eye will light up like lightning flashing across a dark, stormy sky, and his lip will curl into a smirk as he leans closer to the machine because he’s winning
that’s when lance just can’t bring himself to look away because keith looks so cute when he’s winning, like a little kid in a candy shop, his features usually hard and brooding are now so soft and pure and beautiful
and something inside lance will go off and make the hairs on his arms stand up and a chill go down his spine and a small smile spread across his face because keith’s smile is so pretty he should smile more why doesn’t he smile more it’s so contagious lance feels lightheaded
he can’t look away because his heart is beating so fast and if he so much as takes a breath or blinks, he’s afraid he’ll miss these little moments that no one else pays attention to because they’re all too dense to notice just how amazing keith is
how cool keith is
how cute and pretty and wonderful keith is
and lance will let out a lovestruck sigh as he slumps forward and begins to daydream about how great life would be if he and keith ever got together even though that’s literally impossible because lance is very sure keith hates his guts and doesn’t want anything to do with him 😔
but the greatest part is when keith does win! and the small smile on his face turns into something big and real and unfiltered and he balls his gloved fists and shakes them victoriously in the air as coran and allura clap and pat him on the back
and lance will silently cheer from where he sits in the booth, laughing and smiling along with keith, wishing he was over there to celebrate too
wishing he could pat keith’s back or give him a high five or a hug, anything to be near him and to see that beautiful smile up close, to feel the warmth from keith’s happy energy radiating into lance’s bones
oh, how lance wishes to be keith’s
how he wishes he could just drop all the stupid rivalry crap between them and be something more
something real
and of course the moment would be ruined when keith catches him STARING (because he’s been staring for like 5 minutes) and lance’s inner bi panic would activate and he would frown at keith for catching him and reflexively flip him the middle finger as if it was keith’s fault for catching him
keith would frown back and roll his eyes as he turns back around to play again
and lance would sit there, trying so hard to calm his erratic heart, pounding against his rib cage like it’s trying to burst out of his chest
his cheeks and ears would be so red and hot from the flush that came and rose from his neck
and he would try to play it off like it suddenly got hot in the fifteen minutes they’ve been inside
clearing his throat, lance would try to go back to coloring but would stop because he can feel eyes on him
he’d look up to see if they were keith’s but would ultimately find that they are not keith’s
but instead hunk’s, pidge’s, and shiro’s, the three of them staring and smirking at lance who’s been pining so hard from far away
and lance would clear his throat and pretend he had something on his face, wiping his cheek and grabbing his vanilla milkshake and setting it right in front of his face to cool him down
when the food comes, keith will let allura and coran slide into the booth first and sit down so he would be directly across from lance
their friends would engage in small talk as they eat, talking about how good their food is or something else that would pop into their minds
keith would eat his burger and fries in silence, only looking up if someone were to mention or call his name
and lance would do the same, too engaged in dipping his hot, salty fries into his creamy milkshake to pay attention to the conversations going on
but something would catch his attention
a feeling
he can feel eyes on him again
and he would look over to hunk and pidge and shiro, who are all talking over each other all at once
he would look to allura and coran, who are listening and stuffing their faces
and then those piercing blue eyes would look up and across from him
and find those gorgeous violet eyes on him like the skin on his bones
blood would rush to his cheeks but instead of looking away, lance would stare back
and watch keith turn into a flustered mess
lance would smirk and keith would present his signature frown in response
and lance would get a sudden rush of courage in his veins and push his free basket of fries towards keith, offering him some
keith would twist his bushy eyebrows up in confusion, asking lance if he’s sure
and lance would nod, shaking the basket of free fries
keith would relax his features
and smile softly at lance, reaching over his own food to take a couple of fries
something deep in lance would burn low, a feeling of satisfaction simmering within him, knowing that keith is eating his free fries because lance offered them and keith accepted
keith would shove the fries into his mouth and lance would stare shamelessly, drinking his milkshake and daydreaming once again about what it would be like to share every single basket of fries he would ever get in his life with keith
of course keith would pretend not to notice lance staring and ignore the sudden spike in his pulse or the butterflies dancing around in his stomach
and because he’s keith, he would [not so] accidentally brush his foot against lance’s underneath the table just to get a reaction out of the cuban boy
lance would jolt a little and meet eyes with keith in surprise
keith would have that same smirk on his face from when he was playing pinball
and lance would reciprocate the gesture, paying no mind to the voice in the back of his head giving him hope
he would simply smirk back, and quirk his eyebrow in a challenge
[END]
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BONUS ENDING (I couldn’t resist)
In the afterlife, Lance parties with the Paladins of Old + Honerva & Lotor.
Lance and Lotor settle their differences, spend more time together, end up falling in love, and living happily ever after.
kallura + langst
keith and allura became a thing in the middle of a heated battle
they kick ass and actually talk things out because theyre both straightforward people.
keith raises concerns about lance's "crush" towards allura, and admits he'll be very much jealous. allura assures him she will talk to lance.
when lance finds out he gives them both a bright thumbs up and both sigh in relief.
lance is screaming inside. not because of allura.
because during keith's stint as the black paladin, lance started getting confused over whether he liked allura or was developing feelings for keith.
eventually, he concluded that while he was infatuated with allura (seriously she was a Woman) he considered the connection between him and keith to be deeper and more meaningful. thus, he loved keith more than he liked allura.
he tried denying it which is why the conversation between hunk and pidge teasing him about allura happens, but the boy loves keith and kept it a secret. during shiro's return and them going back to earth lance comes to terms with his feelings and tries to talk to keith and fails
and then kallura.
kallura's affections are very much real aand are very strong which is why lance doesnt truly resent the two about it. he's never seen keith so settled and happy, so he steps aside.
keith confronts lance about his assumed feelings for allura and lance just coldly ends it with "you dont know me well enough to assume I was in love with allura, keith."
keith is confused, allura is too. shiro suspects but respects lance's wishes to stay silent.
meanwhile, lance is dying inside. it turns out keith only cares about him in a distant, team family sort of way.
he ends up confessing to red, who kind of grows protective over lance, who's heart burns like the hearth of a home. and kind of snubs keith for a hot second before lance gets red under control.
when they get to earth and lance spends some time with his family, he gets the hanahaki disease.
rachel is the only one who gets an answer out of lance and is immediately wary of keith but lance snaps her out of it
NONE of the paladins are aware of lance's feelings for keith except shiro
shiro definitely does cknfront lance about his sickness but the moment he sees petals fall out of lance's mouth he puts two and two together and is promptly horrified
shiro keeps making glances at lance and kallura and its pissing keith off
lance tells shiro off. "I know you're worried Shiro, but the last thing Keith and Allura need is for me to get in between them. Drop. It." "But Lance, you–" "Don't you GET IT? I DON'T MATTER SHIRO. NOT TO THEM. Please...just...leave me be. I'll last till the end."
keith and allura, eavesdropping, wonder what that was all about but cant make heads or tails off of it.
at one point post battle. lance ends up coughing flowers right after the battle, and though he cleans it up, a little blood is left in the corner of his lips.
allura sees this and brings attention to this. shiro tries his best to play it off for lance's sake and lance catches on quickly, but keith isnt having it and has coran check him.
lance feels light headed and escapes to the bathroom
there he pukes a lot of blood and flowers, collapsing but not unconscious.
this is how allura finds him. she rushes him to a pod and NONE of the paladins can figure out what was wrong with lance other than "he's got persistent flower seeds in his lungs"
keith shouts at shiro who visibly flinches but gives in and explains.
the team is horrified.
but they still think lance is in love with allura.
in thus universe the hanahaki is still just that obscure angst trope so theres no known medical record of curing it other than shiro's words of "only if his love is reciprocated"
keith and allura "take a break" from the relationship to try and convince lance that allura loves him
it goes about as well as you could expect. lance sees through the bullshit.
allura tries, she really does. shes so so so so so very scared of losing anyone else she loves so if pretending to love someone she doesnt is what it takes to save lance, then she's damn well going to do it.
as for keith, yeah, he admits he and lance didnt really get on with each other in the start, but dammit, lance has been part of keith's small circle and damn if he was letting anyone else he loved get away from him
nothing allura does works. keith storms shiro's room, who had just assisted lance (who was in the bathroom at the time). keith confronts him and asks why lance isnt cured yet.
shiro stalls and shifts around the issue, uncomfortabel with revealing a secret that isnt his to tell. other than him, lance is the only one with homosexual tendencies.
"Why the fuck isn't Lance cured?"
"Maybe it's because you're using the wrong person, asshole."
Lance has never been more intimidating while standing half naked with only a towel around his waist.
"For fuck's sake, I love you, Keith Kogane. Not Allura. This whole pretending to reciprocarte my feelings plan was never going to work."
"But...you've always been in love with her!"
"I was never in love with Allura! I loved the idea of being her boyfriend!"
"But why Keith?"
"You're his girlfriend. You tell me."
"I think they can't understand why you went from hating Keith to loving him."
"Oh my god. You really thought I hated you? EVEN AFTER SHIRO'S DISAPPEARANCE? I was you literal RIGHT HAND Keith, and your biggest supporter! Just...forget it." Lance leaves the room and cries in his own room. Oops.
From then on Keith and Allura spend the rest of Lance's life left apologizing and just generally beibg a better friend after talking with Shiro. Keith spends time with Lance while Allura fruitlessly spends hours with Pidge and Coran researching for a cure that doesnt involve reciprocation. She fails, but Lance appreciates her efforts.
Some angsty fluff happens with everyone and tears are shed.
Finally, at the end, it isn't Allura who sacrifices herself to the cosmos, but Lance, who, even without Quintessence to spare, went on a separare mission to enact a ritual that enables him to act as the sacrifice instead of Allura. This puts the Hanahaki disease on hold, but he keeps the fact that he paid a higher price to exchange it with another curse a secret. He just ends up coughing the remaining petals
He hugs Allura tight and kisses her cheek. He gives everyone else a tight, heartfelt hug. Hunk hugs him the longest, and Shiro's is the most desperate one.
To Keith, he cups his jaws, Keith grips Lance's waist tight (this is purely platonic, remember that Keith has only NOW found a family worth fighting for and cannot fathom the idea of losing any of them. Read: Shiro.) and doesn't want to let go. Lance looks at him fondly, before dropping two rings in Keith's palm. His final blessing for Keith and Allura.
Keith is full on crying, begging Lance not to go, he can't leave them like this, not like this, there has to be another way. Lance smiles sadly, tells Keith not to worry about it. Allura hugs them both tightly, which prompts everyone else to pile around him as well.
As Lance fades away, he gives Keith one last gift. A flower that falls as soon as Lance's lips land on Keith's forehead.
Afterwards, after a funeral for Lance, Lance's mother gives Keith and Allura their share of his belongings that were divided according to his will. In that box, they find a photo album, Lance's phone, and two letters, addressed to each of them.
#kallura#one sided klance#pining lance#oblivious keith#klance#allurance#kallurance if you squint#but not really#langst#keith kogane#lance mcclain#princess allura#voltron legendary defender#voltron#vld#fic???#fic ideas#lance angst#im so sorry lance#character death#shiro tries#keith tries#no bashing#allura and keith are very pure okay#the timing was just bad#bad communication#bonus ending#lancelot#lotance#prince lotor
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No One Noticed...
Very important Note! I changed a lot of season 8 for plot reasons. 1. The whole ending arc, how they defeated Honerva, doesn't happen here 2. Instead there's some big final battle 3. After said battle, Honerva, losing all of her supporters, goes into hiding 4. Allura probably died in the final battle 5. The Paladins get magic rights How long had they been trapped here? They weren’t even sure anymore? Weeks? Months? Years? They had thought their fellow paladins would have noticed, would have rescued them, and yet, there had been no sign of them anywhere.
Sometimes they had wished they hadn’t gone on that mission. After all, that mission is where they were replaced with their clone. Apparently, the Galra already had them ready, they couldn’t help but wonder if they had one ready for each of them and they had just been the one unlucky enough to be replaced.
They had tried to get out before, with no real luck. And if their fellow paladins hadn’t found them by now...well they had to hope someone would find them. Otherwise, they might be stuck here forever.
As they started zoning back into the world around them, they thought they heard footsteps...well more like footsteps out of the normal guard schedule.
They could feel a sliver of hope start to rise but squashed it, those footsteps probably didn’t mean anything after all. ~~
It was still strange looking through all these old Galra bases. Of course, most bases had peacefully turned over once the whole announcement had gone through.
This was not one of them, unfortunately. For the first time in a while, Keith had to call the other Paladins in to come help. Just like old times.
Except..for some reason, Lance didn’t want to come. No matter how much they tried, none of them could convince them to come with him. He kept stating that he’d prefer to stay at home.
That should have been Keith’s first clue.
But at the moment he was more focused on the base. They probably didn’t need all of Voltron, so Lance could stay home if he wanted.
Maybe his trouble with Red was throwing him off, even though it had happened a while ago. Maybe he should talk it over again with Lance once they got back from the mission.
It seemed like a normal mission at first, fighting Galra, keeping some of the distracted with the Lions while the others snuck in.
At least it was normal until they found that room.
Unlike the other rooms on the ship, it seemed more secluded, almost like it was barely touched. Or maybe it was like that because not everyone knew about it.
There was no way Keith could have been prepared for what he found in that room.
Actually, it would be more accurate to say cell. As trapped in the room was Lance. Keith was confused. Hadn’t they left Lance at home? What would he be doing here?
Lance glanced up at him from where he had been positioned. “I’d rather not do this today,” he muttered, “Not in the mood to deal with you.”
Keith was still slightly in shock but brought his hand up to his communicator. “Guys I found something I think you’re all going to want to see.”
“We’re a little busy here Keith,” Pidge called, sounding slightly irritated as they worked on something, “Can’t this wait?”
“Not really,” Keith replied, “Look this is going to sound crazy but…”
“But what,” Shiro asked, noticing how Keith had started trailing off.
“I found Lance. I know he stayed home but I swear he’s in front of me right now.”
“We’ll meet you there once we have everything else wrapped up,” Shiro said.
Keith gave a quick acknowledgment before glancing over to Lance. Keith still wasn’t completely sure how they had captured Lance. He had just been fine before they left so how did they even capture him and beat them here?
Keith must have gotten caught up in his thoughts because the next thing he heard was the gasp was Hunk upon seeing Lance.
Shiro started moving to get Lance out and Keith was about to move to help when he noticed something.
Pidge had just frozen, they were staring at Lance, seeming to realize something.
“Pidge is everything okay,” Hunk asked noticing how they had frozen.
“You mean you haven’t realized,” Pidge asked as they turned to Hunk, the shock in their voice evident.
“Realized what,” Keith asked.
“No matter how you look at it, ance has been here a long time. This means there’s one of two options here. Either the Galra have some sort of time manipulation technology, which we would have discovered by now, or the Lance we’ve thought was Lance wasn’t him and we didn’t even fucking notice.”
Keith froze, glancing back at Lance as Pidge’s words began circling in his head. Were they right? Did none of them notice that they were dealing with a clone rather than the real Lance?
After a long silence, Shiro walked up, Lance slung over his shoulder. “Let’s just get home, we can deal with all of this once we get back to Earth, including dealing with the other ‘Lance’ back home.”
After some discussion, they decided Lance would ride with Shiro.
The ride back to Earth was the quietest they’d ever had. Keith wasn’t sure what the others were thinking of but he kept wondering why he hadn’t noticed, hoping that for once in their life, Pidge had been wrong.
It seemed like forever before they got back, all of them quickly rushing to the medbay.
After Lance was stabilized the rest of the Paladins went out to talk. “We need to keep the Lances separate,” Pidge said.
“But why-,” Hunk started to ask.
“Because at the moment we don’t have a way to prove which Lance is the real one. We know one of them isn’t real but until we can find a method to figure out how we can not let them meet.”
“Pidge is right,” Shiro said speaking up, “We don’t know what the clone, whichever they are, will do if they find the real Lance. Hunk, you know Lance’s family right?”
Hunk nodded. “Yeah we hang out a lot, I’ve swapped a few recipes with his mom.”
“Ask them if they noticed any changes since Lance came back, anything they’ve noticed that might help us will work.”
Hunk nodded, heading off to go ask.
Pidge was quiet, clearly thinking for a bit before speaking up. “I think I can make something to detect the level of magic someone has. It might take a bit but it could tell the difference between clone Lance and normal Lance.”
“That’s a good idea,” Hunk hummed, “I can try to help you if you need any help after I’m done talking to Lance’s family.”
Keith glanced around, not sure what he could do to help. He glanced back towards the room thinking.
Shiro must have noticed Keith’s glance as he spoke up again. “Keith and I can keep an eye on the Lances, make sure they don’t interact or anything like that.”
Shiro glanced over to Keith. “It might be better if I keep an eye on the one who’s been here the whole time.”
Keith nodded. “You’re probably right about that.” Keith wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep his thoughts in line to watch the one that wasn’t currently in a cryopod.
Shiro nodded a bit. “So we’ll meet back here later today?”
They all agreed before going their separate ways. Keith watched the others go before walking back in the medbay and sitting in front of the pod.
With no one to talk to besides those on duty, Keith’s thoughts were allowed to drift as he kept an eye on Lance.
What if Pidge was right and this was the real Lance? How long had he been captured? Had the same trick really worked all of them twice? Once with Shiro and now with Lance? Were they really….that bad friends?
The next few days seemed to pass in a bit of a blur for Keith. Hunk met up with everyone after talking to Lance’s family.
Apparently while the adults hadn’t noticed anything at first, the kids had noticed differences. While before everything, Lance played with the kids a lot, whether it was joining in on their games or helping them get what they needed for the games...within reason of course, after he got back he just...stopped.
The adults had just brushed it off as he was still adjusting back from being in space, he also spent a lot of time alone whenever he had so free time so they thought that it was a part of that.
The second Hunk said that everyone grew concerned. Lance had always talked about how close he was to his family. He wouldn’t just distance himself for no reason.
But first….they had to wait for Pidge to finish their device.
They worked a little faster with Hunk’s help, but that didn’t make the wait any less stressful, especially considering Lance still hadn’t woken up.
Fortunately, both Pidge and Hunk were fast workers, especially once they worked together. They called Keith down to their lab on the third day to test it out.
Being half-Galra had some advantages, one of those being he had a higher magic level then most humans.
Then again, all of the paladins had higher magic levels from actually being in pure quintessence. Keith remembered the magic everyone used in that final battle, though it didn’t seem anyone had been able to use it since.
The second he stepped into the lab, Pidge pulled him into a seat. “Good, you’re here,” they said, “Hunk and I have already tested it on ourselves, but we needed a test with a different level of magic before calling itcomplete. And Shiro’s keeping an eye on ‘Lance’ so you’re the best option.”
“What do you need me to do,” Keith asked, knowing Pidge probably wouldn’t calm until they were sure that this worked.
“Just sit there and let us test the device out,” they said, waiting until Keith sat down before rushing to grab the device.
It only took a few seconds for them to rush back over to the device. “Here this end is a bit like a thermometer, don’t worry we’ve already cleaned it.”
Keith nodded and put in his mouth, the second he did that, both Pidge and Hunk rushed to the other half of the device to see what it said.
After about a minute there was a beep and he could see Pidge grinning.
“So it worked?”
“Yep! I probably need to do some last minute adjustments before we use it on the clone, I’ll probably send a message for everyone to come down so he doesn’t get too suspicious,” Pidge answered.
Keith nodded. “I guess I’ll see you then?”
Pidge barely nodded, already deep into their work. Keith left them to it, knowing he’d probably get shooed out soon if they didn’t anyways.
It was only a few more hours before Pidge sent a message to all of them in the group chat, the one that included the possible clone, telling the rest of the paladins (and the potential clone) to meet them in their lab.
Keith took one last glance at Lance before heading there. He couldn’t help but hold onto that last shred of hope that they were wrong as he headed to Pidge’s lab.
Keith was a bit surprised to notice he was the last one there. He glanced over at ‘Lance’. Shiro had probably brought him here.
Keith turned towards the front when Pidge cleared their throat. “So I've been working on a device to test magic recently. Mainly to see how it affected different species and all that, and I figured we’d be a good test run, most of us quite literally being in pure magic.”
Most everyone nodded, but Keith thought that he noticed a second of panic on ‘Lance’s’ face. When he looked again though, it was gone.
Pidge had him and Shiro go first. Two different levels to make sure the device couldn’t be overloaded, or at least that was their explanation. After Shiro went, Pidge turned to ‘Lance’.
“Do you think you can go next Lance? It would probably be good to get an example with the least amount out of the group and Hunk and i already tested earlier.”
“Well you shouldn’t need a test if you already have a few examples,” ‘Lance’ said, trying to backpedal.
“More data is better in situations like this,” Pidge shot back.
Seeing no other way out, ‘Lance’ stepped up to be tested, everyone’s eyes shooting to the screen.
Their worst fears were realized as the saw ‘Lance’ light up as made of magic.
‘Lance’ chuckled a bit. “You know, I didn’t think it would take you this long to figure it out. It didn’t take nearly this long for you to figure Kuron out. I thought I was screwed once you figured him out I would have been discovered any day,” the clone smirked a bit here, “And yet no one noticed. Makes you wonder how much you really cared about him.”
You’d think after spending time with the paladins, the clone would have known better not to taunt them when the whole team was against them, as it only took another second before 4 paladins had their weapons at their neck.
As they took care of the clone, Keith came to a conclusion. They were going to have tell Lance what happened when he woke up.
And none of them were looking forward to that.
#lance#keith#hunk#shiro#pidge#nonbinary pidge#langst#cause i enjoy pain :)#we die like allura as there's no beta#voltron legendary defender
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hc's of the paladins seeing their s/o lose a limb in battle?
sorry for the wait! hope you enjoy :)
(I did Allura as well cause she’s technically a Paladin too)
As the battle raged, they tried to keep you in their sights, but the battlefield was never a good place and now was no exception. You always make them promise not to worry about you in the midst of life and death, but they never listened. Likewise, they always told you to stay by their side if you weren’t in the castle or a lion, so that they could protect you, and you never listened.
You always get so caught up in the battle that you lose track of your team, you wander off and end up fighting for yourself with no hope of aid.
They saw you from across the battlefield, annoyed that you didn’t stay with the group but too preoccupied to dwell on it for too long. You were left mostly to your own devices as they knew you were a well seasoned fighter and could hold your own, but when you started getting outnumbered, they started to worry some. It seemed as though anytime you’d catch a break, several more would appear.
You wear drowning in enemies and exhaustion was bound to override adrenaline eventually. They started making their way toward you, telling themselves that you were a comrade in need and that they weren’t just an overprotective significant other.
Then it happened. You lost your weapon after a particularly harsh blow, and the enemy was coming right down on your head. Out of pure survival instinct, you lifted an arm to protect yourself at the last moment, and then pain seared through your limbs.
You dropped to your knees, screaming, and they rushed to get over to you. The battle was mostly over, and with everyone's attention on you, the remaining enemies were quickly dealt with.
Shiro
he does not handle it well by any means
he lost his own arm and never wanted you to have to go through anything like it
is likely the reason the battle didn’t last much longer because, lets face it, homie went off on some enemies after seeing you get injured
definitely scooped you up and carried you back to the castle himself
everyone else offering to help, but he just needed the reassurance that you were at least still alive
waits outside your cryo pod waiting for you to heal
blames himself for not staying by your side
after your healed he helps you get accustomed to lacking a limb
if/when you get a prosthetic arm he helps you learn out to fight with it and move with it as naturally as possible
cute bonding moments of a shared understanding of being an amputee
Prosthetic Parents™
Lance
you handle it better than he does
he’s absolutely losing his shit while you just calmly pick up your weapon and keep on fighting until you pass out from pain or finish the battle
he paces outside your pod the whole time you’re healing
mumbling to himself about what he could've done and how he should've been by your side
the others are all completely done with him by the time you emerge
“He’s been like this since you went in,” Pidge comments tiredly while working on your new prosthetic
comforting him and letting him know that you’re okay
him worrying that you’re just putting up a front so that you don’t cause anyone to worry about you
you having to comfort and assure him everythings going to be okay
in the days of Pidge still perfecting your permanent prosthetic you have an easily removable one to get used to having one
and sometimes you just pull it off and smack Lance with it when he starts getting too wild
Hunk
definitely cried
like not on the battlefield in the middle of a literal life and death situation
but ohhohoho the moment the field was cleared baby boy was sobbing for you
bakes you cookies and all your favorite comfort foods while waiting for you to get better
is so sweet and gentle while helping you get used to your new lifestyle
helps Pidge engineer your prosthetic
helps you through physical therapy and rehabilitation
honestly is just the most patient and understanding boyfriend
he’s always hyper-aware of you and your emotions and knows when you could use a nice bowl of ice cream or something to hit
makes certain you know you can talk to him
he may still gave all his limbs intact and not know exactly what you’re going through, but would rather be confused than leave you to cope alone
is absolutely devastated on your behalf and is not above crying with you, but also won’t dwell on it if you just wanna move on like normal
is a total sweetheart, no cap
Keith
when he first sees you, he’s so angry
why?! why couldn’t you just do what he asks of you one time and stay by his side?! why wouldn’t you just let him protect and cover you?!
tries to stay calm as to not freak you out on the way to the pod
but the second you’re in and under to start healing?? homie is storming to the training room ready to fight a whole nother battle all by himself
the other paladins just let him go knowing it’s better to let him cool off alone
he comes back and leans against your pod once he calms down
probably pulls his knees to his chest and starts crying
once you’re out you want nothing more than to have him hold you for a while
but he’s avoiding you like the plague
eventually you get tired of it and go to your best friend Lance to rant
“It’s ridiculous Lance! You’d think I cheated on him the way he’s acting!”
hands in the air, pacing, running your hands through your hair every now and then, the whole nine yards
“To be fair, Y/n, you almost died out there. I’m shaken up too, but we all know how Mullet handles things. He probably just needs to think.”
you being so fed up with him, and now Lance too for not taking your side
you just want your boyfriend to cuddle you, damnit
spending hours alone in the training room
half to start working out and getting accustomed to not having an arm and half knowing it was Keith’s go to spot so he’d be forced to face you
once he finally acknowledges you it's completely him trying not to break down into full on sobs while telling you how scared he was
baeby honestly (also sorry, did not mean to make this so long)
Pidge
Pidge.EXE has stopped functioning.
Pidge has experienced loss before, so watching you go down in the midst of a battle, fear and sorrow were the only emotions felt, thought you died
realizes you didn’t die and that you just lost your arm
oh is that all
instead of wasting time outside of your cryo pod just waiting for you to inevitably wake up, decides to get to work on something actually useful
and thus quite possibly the best prototype prosthetic arm in the galaxy is born before you even come out of healing
Pidge is constantly upgrading your prosthetic, determined to give you only the best of the best
struggles to find any other way to cope with this new reality
worries about your mental and physical health
just wants to be there for you and be as helpful as possible in this unforeseen time
thinks you look super hot and badass with a prosthetic arm
Allura
assumes it will grow back
panics when it does indeed not grow back
questions the others on how to best handle the situation
it's a learning experience for both of you
tries to incorporate some Altean gear into your new arm
honestly does not know how to go about helping you but tries her hardest to
offers cuddles, a shoulder to cry on, and someone to talk to if you need it
just wants you to know you can always talk to her
has coffee with Shiro and asks him to tell her everything she needs to know about amputation
is just very loving and concerned and curious and wants to be there for you
~Admin Rori💜
#voltron imagines#voltron preferences#voltron#voltron x reader#keith kogane#lance mcclain#takashi shirogane#hunk garrett#pidge gunderson#allura#shiro x reader#lance x reader#hunk x reader#keith x reader#pidge x reader#allura x reader#voltron legendary defender#admin rori#vld headcanons
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Satellites Part 16
Insomnia at its finest! wow, 3 chapters in one day, amazing! This has now turned into the How I Wish the Writers Handled Lance’s trauma. because lets be honest, we did not get that in the show, and I will mourn it until my dying breath!
So what else will we learn about Project Leo and Lance’s time as a captive? Let’s find out!
As always, here are my twitter handles if any of you want to follow me or yell at me or anything.
Twitter - sfw -> @/spacemom_laney | nsfw -> @15_agentwash
and maybe buy me a coffee??
ko-fi - ko-fi.com/delaneym_15
oh, and before I forget! TW: blood, gore, death?, corpses
(part 15) (Masterpost) (part 17)
The mission had been approved an hour before they were to embark. As simple as it seemed on paper, there was nothing simple about it. They were to go to the exact facility that Lance had been held in.
Lance was to return to the place that had taken everything from him. The place that had broken him and made him into their own perfect image. It made him sick to even think about it. They thought they were helping him, making him stronger, better, faster. They thought that what they were doing was just and that their findings could be used by the very empire trying to colonize the entirety of the universe.
Lance had never believed anyone could be evil, not the pure kind in which they held absolutely no shred of humanity. He had never believed that anyone could be so deprived of morality. They had changed that.
His time in the lab, and in the prison before it, had changed that. He had been exposed to people who treated him as nothing more than an experiment, people who found enjoyment in his pain and torture. He had found people who would so easily deliver pain to anyone they deemed as below them, take power away from the already powerless.
He was going back.
But this time it was different.
This time it was on his own terms.
The argument over whether or not Lance should accompany the rest of the team on the mission was surprisingly brief. Allura had been very adamant about ensuring Lance’s dependability, regardless of his mental state. And frankly no one could really argue against her due to the fact that Lance was the only one who knew the layout of the facility.
He had been the only one able to escape after all.
The flight to the ship was brief. Allura had wormhole the castle to a neighboring gas planet that it was able to hide behind. Due to the Green Lion’s ability to remain undetected, the paladins each boarded it, and Pidge was the only one to pilot to the facility. In just under 20 dobashes, the Green Lion had made its way onto the ship.
Keith was the first out of the Green Lion, activating his bayard and plunging it into the steel outer wall of the ship. In a few ticks he had successfully cut a circular hole wide enough for the team to slip through individually.
Up until now, no one had really noticed the lack of security of the facility. No one except for Lance.
The last time he had been here, it had been hell to get out. Patrol ships were everywhere and the large ion cannon would have shot anything down within half a tick. It was weird how quiet the facility and the area around it was, and he most certainly didn’t like it.
“Keep your eyes open,” Lance called over the comms just as his feet touched the floor of a familiar hallway. “Something’s not right.”
“Lance is right.” Shiro announced, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this place.”
Once everyone had successfully boarded, Lance wasted no time in leading them down the ever winding hallways. He was honestly surprised he was able to remember the path. He had only walked it once, and it was more of a wild sprint than a walk, but the path came with ease.
He knew something wasn’t right from the very beginning. In no way should a team of five paladins be able to simply walk into a heavily guarded lab facility. They should have encountered at least a dozen sentries since they even stepped foot on the ship, and yet, nothing.
He didn’t like being back, the memories were much too overwhelming, but he needed to do this. He needed to put on a brave face for the team. He needed to get them to the people that needed them the most.
He could break down later. Until he turned down one specific hallway.
“Where are you taking me? Who are you?”
“Subject 7234, you are in distress. Please I need you to-”
“Stop calling me that! That’s not my name!”
“Subject 7234, I really must encourage you to calm down, you’ve already ripped your stitches.”
Lance looked down. He hadn’t even felt it. He should have felt it, the pain of it, filling his abdomen. It was only the thick dark blood that told him she was right.
“What are you doing to me?” he yelled, he couldn’t move his arms to wipe the tears from his eyes. He was tied to a bed again, at the mercy of Clipboard and her assistants. The squeak of the wheels was loud as they wheeled him down the hallway.
The vision evaporated almost immediately as Keith grasped Lance’s hand.
“Hey, you okay?” The red paladin scanned his face, searching for anything that could possibly give him an answer.
Lance took a second to breathe before he steeled himself. “I’m fine.” He turned and made his way to continue down the long hallway.
Not now.
It was much too quiet. It made him uneasy, and it was clear that the team was equally as confused and were likely thinking the same thing.
Where is everyone?
After a few more long hallways, a few more twists and turns, the armed paladins finally made it to the infamous lab itself.
Like the room he had been held in, the walls of the lab were made entirely out of glass, thick and at the time virtually unbreakable. And yet, shards were everywhere. The entire wall had been smashed and glass had spilt over the otherwise empty hallway.
Hunk cleared his throat, “What...happened?”
Lance had been thinking that exact same thing.
Shaking his head, Lance responded. “I-I don’t know.”
“...Mmmaybe we should head back?” Keith had placed his hand on Lance’s arm, apparently trying in some way to comfort the obviously affected paladin.
“No, we keep going.”
“Lance-”
“We owe it to them, Keith! We have to search for survivors.”
“Lance, do you really think that there is anyone still alive on this ship?” Pidge questioned. She was beyond skeptical. The destruction she could see of the room before her only fueled it.
There was a long silence before Lance moved out of Keith’s grip. With long legs, Lance stepped over the broken sill and into the destroyed lab.
“We have to try.”
As much as Shiro wanted to just turn back, there seemed no way to convince the Blue paladin of such. He was too focused, too determined. The only way to get him to leave prematurely would be to drag him out kicking and screaming. For the sake of Lance, and whoever would have to carry him out of the ship, he decided against the notion and instead turned to the remainder of his team.
“Alright guys, split up but keep you comms on. If you run into any trouble just say the word.” He announced. The group nodded and followed the suit of Lance, into the lab.
As much as Keith wanted to follow Lance, he knew that doing so could only do more harm than good. This was something Lance had to do on his own. So he made his way through the room, to the opposite side of where Lance was walking.
More glass littered the floor as it seemed that everything in the room had been completely destroyed. Test tubes and glassware were shattered. Debris was everywhere. Someone had done this on purpose. Someone had wanted to erase whatever work had been done here.
He couldn’t say he was sorry for it. All that they had done to Lance, in his mind they deserved it. He hated them for what they did to Lance.
The small amount of satisfaction had quickly dissipated once he walked closer to one of the aisles of lab tables. At the far end, staring back at him, was a corpse.
The body slouched against the wall, its chest ripped apart and blood was splattered everywhere.
“Holy shit.”
Shiro wasn’t doing any better. He had found three more bodies scattered throughout one of the storage rooms. Each with their chests ripped open, their mouths open in a silent scream.
Pidge and Hunk had set up working on one of the only non destroyed computers hopeful that they could somehow get some information out of it.
Lance had taken his own path, towards the back of the room. The place he called home for 5 months. The room stood no longer. The glass having been given the same fate as everything else. The only evidence that it had even stood was the foundation. The metal that kept the glass connected to the floor.
Without the frosted vision, he was able to make out 6 more foundations. Six more rooms. Six more patients. Five bodies discarded among the debris, now nothing more than nameless faces.
Six experiments.
Four successful trials.
Only one survivor.
It wasn’t until then that Lance noticed the archway behind the holding cells. It must have been obscured before. Or maybe he had just never chanced a look behind him. But it was there now, standing in front of a lightless hallway.
Slowly he made his way towards it. Crossing the threshold, Lance took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust.
The hallway was completely new territory, one he hadn’t even known existed, though he explored it all the same. The fluorescent light at the end of it flickered from where it hung haphazardly from the ceiling, giving off the only bright light in the area.
Lance took a step, then another before he heard something.
“Did you say something guys?” he asked over the comms and various negative responses answered him.
“You good, man?” Lance heard Hunk say.
“Y-yeah, just thought I heard something.”
“We should leave soon, there’s nothing here that can help us.” Keith had never been the one to call a retreat, though Lance assumed it was for his sake. Him being back in the facility put them all on edge.
Keith was right though, the only place that could have held prisoners was completely trashed. There was no one here.
They were too late.
He debated turning back when he heard it again. A high pitch sound that could obviously just be a machine, though no machines were down this way.
“Give me a sec.” he called, before muting his comms and continuing down the hall.
He was surprised to see the metal walls turn to clear glass, shattered but mostly intact. A glass door separated the rooms from the hall, one on each side of him, though both were wide open.
The sound came again, this time a bit clearer. He turned to the right room and stepped inside.
He was greeted by rows upon rows of open topped containers. Many of them tipped over but all of them empty. They almost resembled those plastic tubs his mother used to buy for organization, though the walls of them were much higher.
The ones that were still upright sat on little rolling carts, placards adorning the carts with various numbers.
7839
9846
4562
9843
There were multiples of numbers. Some having been printed on six or seven placards.
The sound came again from the far side of the room. Lance quickly transformed his bayard from its sniper configuration to a simple handgun, and made his way towards the muffled sound. For some reason it almost sounded familiar, as if he had heard it before. Though he couldn’t place his finger on it.
Up until then, the containers had been empty. Clearly though, he was wrong. They were empty, all except for one. As he got closer he understood what the sound was. And he cursed himself for not recognizing it sooner. There was no mistaking what was making it.
He walked to the singular container, the placard reading clearly.
7234
His breath caught in his throat as he approached the cart. What he had previously seen as just a lump was instead a blanket, thick and dark grey in the glowing purple of the emergency lights.
With a shaky hand, Lance reached out to the blanket and with one swift motion pulled it away revealing the one thing he never thought he’d find on this ship.
Large blue eyes stared up at him, as the owner of the cry ceased their noise almost instantly and suddenly everything became clear.
This was how they were going to make their soldiers.
With those bright, blue eyes.
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“So let me get this straight,” Lance says, squinting. “The crystal we almost died for is somehow nearly out of juice, and until we can get a replacement, we have to shut down less important Castle systems?”
“That’s the short of it, yes.”
“And the translator is one of these systems,” Hunk clarifies.
Allura nods, looking frustrated. “Yes. The translators, luxury heating, power to nonessential rooms, anything we don’t need to keep the ship running will be shut down for the three quintants it will take us to arrive at the nearest Balmera.”
“Oh that’s not nearly as bad as I thought,” Lance comments flippantly. “I figured we’d have to shut down running water and lights and stuff like that.”
“Lance,” Pidge says slowly, “we won’t have translators.”
Lance looks at her funny. “Okay? I don’t understand the problem.”
“What do you mean, you don’t see the problem? What about the language barrier? It’s not like you can speak Altean!”
In a millisecond, Lance’s expression shifts from confused to guarded and angry.
“Of course I can speak Altean,” he says angrily. “I know you guys forget that I’m not a pure dumbass, but I’m just as capable as the rest of you!”
“Lance,” Shiro interjects gently, “I think there’s been a misunderstanding. None of us think you’re a dumbass. We know how smart you are, how beyond capable you are —”
“Then why do you think I’m too stupid to learn the same Altean the rest of you did? Why —” he demands.
“Lance, none of us can speak Altean,” Keith interrupts bluntly.
Lance blinks. “What? How?”
“Okay, hold on,” Hunk says, making a timeout sign. “Lots of confusion going on here, so I’m gonna clarify. Lance, no one thinks your dumb. Promise. We tease, but none of us think any lesser of you, and if our jokes are going too far we’ll stop them immediately. Also, we’re shocked that you know Altean because aside from Pidge, who’s been doing that occasional class stuff, the rest of us have been relying on the translators.”
“But what did you do when your lion cut off your translators?”
“My lion didn’t… do that,” Hunk responds after a moment. “Did anyone else’s lion cut off their translators?”
Everyone else shakes their heads, just as bewildered as Hunk.
“Why did Blue cut off your translators?” Allura asks curiously.
“So I could learn Altean…?”
“How the hell would preventing you from understanding important conversations help you learn Altean?” cuts in Pidge.
The defensiveness that had gone away when Hunk clarified the miscommunication starts to return in the tense curl the Cuban’s shoulders, the clench of his fist.
“Blue knows what she’s doing,” Lance says protectively.
Pidge holds up her hands. “I’m not saying she doesn’t!” she adds hastily. “It just seems like it would be remarkably difficult to learn a language from being forced to just listen to conversation you don’t understand.”
“Oh, it’s not that hard,” Lance replies, some of the prickliness leaving his posture again. “I mean, you guys responded in English, so I got the gist of the conversation. That’s more than I had learning English when I got to the Garrison, so it was honestly kind of simple. It only took a couple months to get mostly fluent. Plus, Blue would tell me if I missed something important.”
Surprisingly, it’s Keith who responds to that first. “Holy shit, dude,” he says eyebrows raised, “that’s insanely impressive. It took you two freaking months to learn a whole-ass alien language? A really difficult one, at that?”
There are noises of agreement among the team, nods and shocked looks abundant.
Lance flushes under the praise. “Well, it’s not that impressive,” he dismisses. “I’m sure if you guys put your minds to it you could learn much faster than I did!”
“I don’t think that’s true, my dear,” Coran chides, speaking up for the first time. “Besides the fact that you are very talented with words and language in general, no one else took the initiative! I must confess that I am ashamed that I did not take the time to learn any of your Terran languages.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t call it ‘initiative’,” Lance mumbles. “I didn’t ask Blue to cut off the translators.”
Pidge tilts her head, calculating. “I want you to be completely honest.” Lance nods his assent. “If Blue hadn’t turned off your translator, would you have still learnt Altean?”
Lance hesitates a moment, but eventually nods his head. “Yeah,” he admits eventually. “I’d feel bad if five of us spoke one language and two of us didn’t. Also, I thought you guys were also learning Altean, and I have serious FOMO issues.”
Pidge snorts, punching Lance in the arm. “Yeah, you do. Dork.”
Shiro, sensing an impending tussle, takes steps toward them, placing a kind hand on Lance’s shoulder.
“FOMO or not,” he said warmly, “I’m really glad you did this, Lance. There’s no one else I trust more to translate for us than our resident sharpshooter.”
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Keep Moving Part 1
tw: depicton of explosions, broken bones, head trauma, vomiting, collapsed building, being trapped.
Keith is on his self sacrificing bullshit again and no one is surprised. The only difference is this time be can’t extricate himself from the terrible situation he very much asked for before it goes horribly wrong. And it just continues to get worse. **also a part 2 has been written but not finished and I may cut it down so there is at least some closure... might also just finish it but willa makes no promises**
“We’ve cleared the red zone, Matt!” Pidge reported breathlessly into her coms on direct line to her brother and the other rebel space crafts that joined them on their mission.
“Copy that,” she said, slowing her sprint to a jog, “they’re waiting until we make some more ground to start dropping their explosives.”
“I don’t know how soon we’ll be on the move, we’ve got two fleets of sentries headed our way,” Keith reminded.
“We’ll just have to make as much distance between ourselves and the death zone as possible before everything goes boom, unless Keith is afraid he can’t keep up with us...”
Keith just stared at Lance blankly, struggling to accept that he did in fact just say what he thought he said.
“Obviously, but the issue is--”
Lance never got to know what the actual issue was because before Pidge could tell him, he was face down on the floor, butt in the air still smoldering from where he was shot by a sentry.
The first fleet had caught up to them.
“Bullseye...” Hunk said nearly crying from holding in his laughter.
“Shit!” Keith watched as the fleet descended on them quickly and started shooting at what seemed like a never ending stream of purple and metal.
“owWWWW-”
“Lance, shut up and start shooting.” Keith ordered, hauling the taller boy up by his neck guard.
There was little cover in the hallway and so the paladins had to quickly manuver between blocking the sentries’ barrage with their shields and engaging their bayards to take a few out at a time. Lance had recovered from his owie and was now dropping sentries from behind the cover of Hunk’s legs.
“We need to keep moving!” Pidge urged, taking a couple steps back.
“You guys keep going, I’ll use my sword to push them back,” Keith offered.
“No! We don’t need to split up, just keep moving back I have an idea.”
They all walked backwards slowly still firing shots and deflecting hits while Pidge activated her bayard and then before they knew it she had it wrapped around the upper portion of the nearest sentry and was swinging it accross the width of the hallway, clobbering several of them into each other and successfully congesting their procession.
“Damn Pidge...”
“Keep it moving Paladins!” Allura echoed over the coms.
“Ya know, sometimes I’m terrified of you Pidge,” Lance mused as the four of them took off in a dead sprint down the narrow corridor.
“Don’t know... if I should be flattered... or offended...” she huffed, struggling to keep up with the other three.
“It’s a compliment!”
“Yeah, well who wouldn’t be scared of five feet of pure--”
“Careful... Hunk.”
“... intelligence?”
Keith laughed to himself at his teammate’s menial banter. It lightened the tense atmosphere of battle and action of which he was mostly really greatful for, except when they needed to be serious and Lance was still posing hypotheticals about conceiving with a space mermaid.
But it was his lack of partcipation in the conversation that alerted him to the pounding of metal on metal somewhere around them of which was very odd. They had just lost the last fleet and were supposed to be nowhere near the second, but when he slowed down to asses as the others passed by the opening of another corridor, a shot from a sentry’s gun nearly took Pidge’s helmet off. And then before anyone could even react, the hallway they were in flooded with sentries, affectively seperating Keith from the rest of his team.
The paladins got to work quickly, but they were soon overwhelmed.
And then Keith heard the fleet from before gaining ground behind them and decided that since he was already seperated, he might as well take some of the attention off of his team while he was at it. And so he ran back to the last possible turn he could take between him and the first horde, diverting their focus onto him with a significant section of the new fleet of sentries following suit as well.
“Yeah, so you’re gonna have to find another way out for me when you get a chance Pidge.”
“What? Why?...” and then to his friend’s horror they realize that he is simply just gone and so were half of their assailants.
“May have gotten cut off by that fleet when they dropped in on us, but it’s okay! I can handle them, only issue is they’re pushing me back towards the rebel destroyers, ya know where we just narrowly escaped from... so if you have any suggestions on how to get me out of here before I get blown up... I’d greatly appreciate them,” Keith stated almost amusedly and his team could hear the zip and crack of sentries being taken out by his bayard.
“Ok, ok, ok—Lance I need cover, Hunk I need help, can you configure...” the rest of Pidge’s orders were drowned out by the whining of metal above him and then her voice was frantic over the coms, interrupting it all to tell Keith that a massive bomb had just been dropped directly over him and that he had about five minutes before the structure gave.
Well, shit.
He picks up his pace and focuses on just evading shots from the fleet when he hears a particularly loud groan from above.
“That doesn’t sound good,” he huffs and looks back to see that as the sentries round the corner, he has put enough of a distance between them that they lower their weapons temporarily because they’re not close enough to lock onto a target.
There’s another groan from above as debris begins to make its way through the metal interrior at the farthest end of the corridor where the sentries are filing in. Perfect. He realizes that he still has a long way to go and can’t navigate via Pidge if he has to worry about being lasered in the ass by a horde of metal minions, so Keith ducks into a doorway and starts firing at the mass.
Over the coms Pidge continues to update him on just how badly he needs to not be in that hallway. The entire ceiling is caving but Keith hasn’t moved, he refuses to. Pidge watches his heat signature and the flashing red light on her scanner letting her know the integrity of the building is waning.
“I have an entire fleet on my tail, gotta at least make a dent!”
“Just another day of Keith on his self-sacrifice bull shit!”
Keith did not appreciate Lance’s tone. His plan was sort of solid. The sentries just need to keep marching and not switch into ‘chase mode’ a little longer and then the ceiling will finally give and smush them. Solid.
“Lance on ur left!”
Zap. Crash.
Karma.
“Thanks.”
“Pidge, I’ve entered the intelligence room.”
“It should be the main panel, shiro”
“Got it, getting started now”
“Pidge get down!”
Keith listened to his team struggling against their own fleet as large pieces of debris came down all around him. He didn’t need Pidge’s fancy scanner to tell him the ceiling was about to go.
He took one last look. The sentries were close enough now to start shooting. He breathed deeply. Just a couple more seconds. And then there was a massive crunch from above and he took off running in a zig zag, the ceiling breaking apart in large pieces behind him and taking out clusters of sentries at a time
Beautiful.
Glancing over his shoulder as he ran he watched the last sentries disappear in a plume of dust and smoke, turning around only to narrowly avoid a falling spire of shredded metal by toppling over the chunk of ceiling that had crashed down already in an effort to not get impaled.
There’s a loud crack after his foot is stopped against the base of the debris and his body twists away awkwardly, victim to the mercy of his own bodies’ momentum he falls to the floor in a sprawled heap.
Keith didn’t recall screaming.
The coms were soon alight with a flurry of concerned questions and orders for him to declare his status, but he couldn’t make any sense of what they were saying over the white hot pain in his leg.
All Keith could muster the strength to focus on in that moment were the beams flying over his head. How the fuck--? But before his mind could even attempt to make sense of how any sentries emerged from that, he pulls himself closer to the ceiling chunk he just ate shit on and ducks down to use it as cover before he started returning shots.
Just a hanful left.
Aim. Evade. Drop.
Aim. That was close. Drop
Duck. What the hell? Drop
“Keith if you can hear me, the building is severely compromised, the ceiling is coming down, you need to MOVE.”
He waves his bayard in a spray and lunges forward off of his good leg to scramble behind more debris.
As he lowers himself down behind another chunk of ceiling, he’s stunned when the visor of his helmet is struck by a sentry’s beam, shattering in his face before flying off.
Woah.
He can’t hear over the piercing ringing in his ears for several seconds after the initial hit and after a minute he becomes aware of the blood dripping down his neck slowly from where the shattered glass of his visor nicked him.
When the ringing dies down he can faintly hear his teammates screaming his name over the coms, the world tilting before him in more ways then one as the section of the ceiling he was just under comes down on the remaining sentries.
Phew. He lets out a huge breath he didn’t know he was holding.
With some effort, he reaches out for his helmet but is instantly nauseated by the exertion as well as the noise coming from it before it’s even on his head, he lowers the coms volume so he could actually comprehend his teammates concerned questions against the sounds of their own battle.
“I repeat: Keith, sound off!”
“If his vitals are strong... then why the fuck aren’t you responding mullet!?”
“I’m good,” he breathed heavily. “Took care of the fleet, but i think my ankle is really stuffed up.”
He slid his hands under his knee and raised his leg to test what mobility he had in his ankle and couldn’t suppress the light yelp that just the movement produced when his foot dangled limply in the air. Keith’s ankle was definitely broken and not some cutesy hairline shit.
“Okay! Working on it! Don’t try and move for now, you’re suit and boot should support it and keep it in place. Tapping into your suit now... authorizing the boo boo protocol... loading... sweet! Okay pulling up the scans, you should hear a beep.”
Keith could hear Pidge feverishly tappin on a screen as well as heavy metal footsteps and thuds.
“Uhh, so minor emergency,” Lance postured just as Keith heard an electronic beep. “There’s only about a dozen sentries left but their closing in fast, we could use that back up right about now Shiro.”
Lance cried out as a beam caught his elbow while using a slumped sentry as a shield as he picked off the front of the wave.
“Nah, I’ve got it Shiro!” Hunk called.
“Pidge is all set... breaking out the big guns now, everyone focus on their original tasks!”
“Got it, I’m almost done here,” Shiro replied.
“Sound off when you’re free and I’ll load up directions to Keiths location—shit, Keith your ankle is like mangled do not under ANY circumstance put weight on that!"
"Uhhhhm, and get crushed to death instead?" Keith said already pulling himself up to lean against the wall with a groan.
“No thanks.”
"~Minimal weight~ then,” Pidge compromised, “or whatever you can withstand, but that’ll be a couple extra hours in a pod.”
“A couple extra hours of beauty rest might be good for those dark circles on mullet.”
“Lance has a solid a point there.”
“Damn, you know mullets hurting when he’s agreeing with me.”
“I’d just also rather live to see another day.”
“Whatever, just get to the end of the hallway. There’s a supporting beam over there that should hold up until we get to you in case things go south.”
“Noted, making my way now.”
The ceiling above him gave another groan and so did he as more metal and ruble crashed down behind him, but he only focused on moving forward, pushing away his mounting concern for how strangely numb his foot was while his ankle was pulsing with an excruciating ache that shoot up his leg. Every hop nearly made him cry out and tempted the black dots threatening to fully cloud his vision.
“How’s it going shiro?” he gruffed while he took a break, he needed some good news.
“96% complete! Should be done any second now and then I’ll make my way over to you.”
“Okay,” he breathed meekly and bit back the bile creeping up his throat as another wave of nausea washed over him.
His head was pounding something awful now, the helmet took the brunt of the hit but his head was still sufficiently rattled. His ears were still ringing, though it seemed to mostly come from his left side.
“Done. Pidge send me his location.”
“5 sentries left. We’ll be on our way to him soon too.”
It was getting harder to stay engaged with all of the different pains he was in. His whole body just wanted to rest, his ankle throbbed angrily, and his eyelids grew heavier and harder to keep open as the pain in his head drew to a piercing concentration above his left ear, right where he took the hit.
“Hey, Keith?”
It was pidge. Everything was really loud suddenly and the thought of his own voice in his ears seemed like it would increase the pressure in his skull tenfold so he managed a groan in response.
“Did you ever take a hit to the head?”
He took a shuddering breath as he stopped again and leaned heavily against the trembling wall. Or maybe he was trembling. He couldn’t tell which it was.
“Yeah... why?” he managed to half whisper, his head felt like it was going to explode.
“Crap, okay.”
“Pidge?” it was shiro. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing bad, I can just see where he’s bleeding from on my scanner. It’s superficial but he’s bleeding pretty well from his forehead.”
“Yeah, my visor is slightly shattered,” Keith gulped.
“Hey, what’s a lil scratch when it could’ve been you’re whole face?”
“Yes it could’ve, Lance. Glad to see you care about Keith’s face. But sadly I can’t tell if you have a concussion from these scans, so just don’t fall asleep until we get to you.”
“I think I can manage.”
“You sure? Vitals say your heart beat is slow. Seriously, just don’t fall asleep.”
“Ok, yeah, got it.” Keith agreed and with a hmph he dragged himself upright and began hopping along the wall once more.
Whether it was his hearing being testy or the haze of pain distracting him from reality, he didn’t hear the loud groans of the metal shifting above him, threatening to fully give any moment now.
His progress was so painfully slow it had been well over 5 minutes and he had still not reached the end of the hallway that pidge recommended.
“Keith you’re haven’t reached the support beam yet, you’ve got to pick it up.”
He didn’t respond. He was trying. But aside from his ankle being in excruciating pain, his head was as well. The nausea had only gotten worse and his vision was getting iffy too, he saw double if he picked his head up too fast and had to turn the volume of the coms all the way down now because he thought his ears would start bleeding between Lance’s shrill exclammations of victory and Pidge’s directions.
Keith had to take a lot of breaks. Everything was so loud and his stomach was so unruly, the effort to even stand upright was becoming too much let alone making the last few feet of progress.
And then the wall that was keeping him up seemed to come away from him, that or he had keeled over on his own, either way he was now on the ground and could feel as another bomb landed on the structure above him and shook everything with a terrible rumble.
In a climax of pain and exhaustion as well as the violent rumbling of the building collapsing around him, it was all too much. The wrenching in his stomach made his eyes water and his mouth was filled instantly with saliva. He shrugged what was left of his visor up to spit it out only for his stomach to clench and his body to be rocked by his heaving.
His head swam.
He felt so heavy.
But he desperately wanted to get away from his puddle of sick, so he sort of crawled away from it, careful to keep his hurt ankle up.
“-eith. keith!”
“Shhh, don’t need to scream.”
“Sorry!”
“You scared us!”
“Almost made me puke, you know I have a sensitive stomach!”
“Sorry,” he muttered hoarsely, “couldn’t really help it.”
“We know, Hunk’s just messing with you. So you most likely have a concussion if you’re vomiting, but don’t be scared, Shiro’s almost at your location and—“
But he didn’t get to hear what other wisdom Pidge had to reassure him with because another bomb had just exploded above him...
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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 205
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Wolf. Human. Exhausted. Horny. Exhausted. Wolf. Exhausted. Human. Horny. Exhausted. For the next two moons, Keith was... very instinctual. Very, very, instinctual. He couldn’t keep his hands off Lance when he was awake, nor when he was asleep... Lance wasn’t sure what they hadn’t fucked on, only that thankfully they were locked away in one of the very many rooms of VOLTRON where no one ever seemed to go. Coran had skipped giving them a bed, instead they’d been gifted the use of what seemed to be some kind of storage room for ex-training equipment. Their “bed” a stack of old gym mats. Keith too horny to care about where Lance would sleep, and Lance kind of too horny to sweat the small details around the sleeping thing seeing he seemed to now have the talent for sleeping anywhere as long as there was a bathroom closish.
In the space of twoish days, they pretty much dissembled the room. Keith had boundless energy in his wolf form. Having him “work it off” during the day meant only one leg humping incident, and that was only very minor as Keith had been ashamed when he’d realised what he was doing. Trying to be proactive, it turned it to “How to train your werewolf fiancé”, with Lance building different obstacle courses for Keith to conquer and amuse himself with. No. He wasn’t above playing fetch with Keith... and Keith wasn’t above being bossed around if it meant head scratches for being a good boy. His fiancé mortally embarrassed to find that he’d walked all the way to Platt simply because he missed his vampire. Coran stepping in and giving them complete privacy for the duration of the moon, meaning no nagging from Shiro over Keith’s safety.
Still, Lance was happy to have Keith back to himself after the moon had passed. His boyfriend much softer and much gentler, taking into account that Lance wasn’t really feeling like having sex seeing how vigorously they’d gone at it during the few hours Keith was awake around lunchtime. Keith stupidly apologetic for his wolffish ways, with snuggles and pampering that Lance sorely needed. Despite ensuring him repeatedly that he’d be okay, Coran decided that they needed and extra few days with Lance resting and on fluids thanks to all the “mating” they’d done. Launching into a long story involving sex with a very persistent vampire queen who was set on wedding him, Lance completely mentally banned the word “mating” from his own vocabulary. He now knew how much of a kinky demon bastard Coran was, and he’d never be able to scrub the graphic descriptions of Coran being pegged from his mind.
Allura had been highly sympathetic towards the pair of them when she’d brought his precious Blue back. Her blue rhinestone collar had been replaced by a pink one with a little bow, obviously she’d been “pampered” by her aunt Allura and hated every moment of it. Cradled in Lance’s arms, she made sure to glare up at him, letting him know he was only allowed cuddles as she didn’t wish to be held by Allura or Keith. Lance felt as if he’d been the worst cat dad to his beloved princess. She not only had to put up with a vampire for a father, she also had to put up with a werewolf as her other father, and she was expected to rule her household with incompetent staff in his absence. Not that Lance would ever admit it, but he missed the days when it’d been him and Blue off on another adventure together. He missed taking her for her walks, and spoiling her rotten as she loved him simply for the fact he was the one who operated her wet food. He’d never tell anyone this, nor would he change how things were now, he just really missed Blue and everything crazy that came with owning a cat. Kosmo was bestest boy, but Blue would be princess forever.
Without a lot to pack, they nearly made it out of VOLTRON and into his bronco before Coran was calling Keith away. Kissing him on the cheek, Keith sent him on ahead, Lance trying to block out the conversation between the two men, not completely sure he wanted to know what was being said, but mostly out of privacy. Thanks to the talk, when Keith climbed behind the driver’s wheel, his fiancé seemed in a bad mood, Lance not pushing as he wasn’t sure he’d like the answer he’d get if he did. Still, they were finally going back home for the next two weeks, where he’d finally get a look at Rieva’s engagement ring, though he wasn’t supposed to know about it as he’d heard Curtis and Shiro being all mushy and no one had actually told him about it directly... or if they had, he’d forgotten it and thinking about that was far too scary a prospect.
*
Fucking fuck fuck. Keith knew that Lance knew that he knew that Lance knew he was angry. Fucking shitty vampires. Not Lance though. Never Lance. No. Fuck Lotor. Fuck Lotor and his big prick of an ego. Keith wasn’t sure what he wanted to hit, only that hitting the open road hadn’t calmed him down.
Okay. He was not the best werewolf. He was not the strongest, the smartest, the scariest, or even the biggest. His instincts had gone into overdrive over not being able to find his mate and he’d walked the whole goddamn way to Platt to find him. Not that he really remembered that night, but still... That was totally beside the point, because fucking Lotor was coming back. He was coming back and he’d oh so graciously volunteered to spar with Keith to hone his new skills before they worked on him shifting into a werewolf.
The wank stain couldn’t come back for Allura, noooooo. That’d be too easy. No. He had to come back right when Lance was nearing the end of his pregnancy and play some damn fictional hero like mentor to his dumb wolf arse. And Coran had picked right when they were finally heading home to drop this piece of news on him. All those times he’d wanted to punch Lotor in the face and restrained himself seemed for nought now he had to be nice to him. Yeah, he was grateful the vampire had “tried” to protect Lance. But there was absolutely no way he wanted another vampire cozening into his mate. Though it would have broken Allura’s heart, Keith would have been happy if Lotor just stayed away in Europe with those ridiculous suits of his.
Lance hadn’t said a thing. Keith didn’t know if he’d heard, or if his fiancé was simply trying to be polite. Knowing Lance, option two seemed the sure bet. He was too old and too fucking exhausted for Lotor’s shit. Then there were Lotor’s witches to think about too... The only useful thing in this situation Lotor could possibly bring with him was anything Honerva had on breeder pregnancies. Yeah, it’d be information probably too late, but if there were to be any complications, he’d rather know before hand so he could figure out how best to support Lance.
Home was a welcome sight. Blue bolting from the bronco the moment Lance had his door open. Matt and Rieva coming out to wait for the pair of them as Keith dragged himself out from behind the steering wheel. How was he supposed to tell Lance he’d have to make pretty much daily trips to Platt starting in three days time? He didn’t want to do that to Lance. He didn’t want to have to deal with sorting through Lenny’s files when he also had to cope with Lotor’s training. Ugh. Adulting sucked. Forced into a hug with the two werewolves, his ego made him growl at the pair. Rieva slapping him upside the back of the head as she scolded him for running off. He’d never be living that one down.
Inside, Hunk, Shay, and Krolia were waiting in the living room. Krolia holding back a very excited Kosmo who’s whole body was wagging
“Kosmo!”
Crouching down, Keith opened his arms, Kosmo bowling him over as he rushed at him, licking his face as Keith tried to push him down
“You’re a menace... yes, who’s a menace? You’re a menace!”
Chuckling at the pair of them, Lance sidestepped them. Keith mood instantly lifted by Kosmo’s pure joy at seeing him
“I’m not going to say a word... but if you’re going to cheat on me, I suppose you can cheat on me with our best boy”
Keith snorted
“As if I’m going to cheat on you... besides, Kosmo is best pupper”
“As far as I’m concerned you both are. Hey, guys. Got room on the sofa for a sleepy vampire?”
Lance had made it one to the sofa and into one of Hunk’s hugs before Keith managed to get Kosmo calmed down. Sitting on the floor, his idiot fur son was sitting between his legs. This was home. He was home...
“You guys didn’t have to come visit us”
Hunk had work and so did Shay, as did his who was clearly giving herself the day off. Kicking lightly vaguely in Keith’s direction, Lance then snuggled himself into Hunk’s side
“Says you. Don’t worry, Hunk, he’ll change his mind when he gets one of your sunshine cuddles”
“I have plenty of cuddles. I bet you’re happy to finally be released”
“Oh, man. You have no idea. I’m still tired as heck, but Coran said as long as I don’t start sleeping without eating, I should be fine to nap as much as I want to”
That wasn’t quite what Coran had said, but Keith didn’t want to be a nagging fiancé
“That’s great, dude. I’ve gotta say, you all had us worried when you ended up there again”
“It’s like a second home by now. Plus I got some quality time with my gremlin, which was nice. Now I’m looking forward to having a bath and sleeping in my own bed...”
Hunk chuckled as Lance closed his eyes
“I’m glad my shoulder makes a good alternative”
“Mmm. You have great shoulders. And great arms for hugging. You’re the best cuddly Hunk in the universe”
“Aw, Bud, you’re not too bad yourself”
“I know. It’s my gift and my curse. Anything new to report while we were gone?”
“Ummm... Shay and I are looking at renting a place of our own”
Lance shot up, beaming as he wrapped his arms around Hunk
“I’m so happy for you guys!”
Keith was happy for them too, supposing he was being a tad anti-social staying on the floor rather than getting up and sitting in one of the recliners. He couldn’t let his Lotor problems bring the mood down
“That’s great, guys. Are you going to house share with Pidge or are you striking out on your own”
Shay giggled, Keith assuming she was happy to talking about it, otherwise her giggle made no sense
“Oh, definitely on our own. It just feels the right time. You guys are having twins. Matt and Rieva are engaged. Work’s been going really well, plus our parents both want to chip on the bond... I don’t think Pidge would like living with a couple...”
Keith noticed the way Lance’s smile wobbled. He’d mentioned that Pidge had been kind of feeling down about her friendship with Hunk drifting. People grew and changed, it sucked but it was a fact of life, and unfortunately for Pidge she was surrounded by couples. Matt came up behind him, ruffling Keith’s hair hard enough that it felt like his brain was being shaken
“Don’t worry about, Pidge. She’s been coming home from work to crash here. She’s never been one for love. All the kisses and the cooties, she’d rather be coding”
Matt only served to make Lance frown, he must have set his ego off
“Pidge is perfectly fine the way she is. I’ve already told her we’ll start looking for somewhere nice sufficiently haunted once the twins have come”
Hunk groaned deeply at Lance
“Man, you’re not still going to go ghost hunting, are you!? This is change to get out of going to creepy buildings in the middle of the night”
“Someone’s got to keep our little Pidgeon safe. You know how over excited she gets”
“But, dude. I’ve got grey hairs... I’m getting grey hairs thinking about going back”
Lance and Hunk would never fight, but Lance had said Pidge was upset. His fiancé would do whatever it took to make her happy again... and Lance did have a point about Pidge needing a babysitter... aaaaand Pidge chasing after ghosts was a hell of lot safer than her pursuing her interests in werewolves and vampires
“I don’t mind. I mean, I’ve already been there before and it wasn’t that bad”
Lance nodded quickly
“See! The gang is totally getting back together, even Keith agrees it’s going to be just like old times again. You split up the band”
“Yeah... but that... I mean, we know it’s real now...”
Matt chimed in with a scoff
“Yeah, really mostly explained by science”
Lance didn’t take too well to Matt’s unwanted addition to the conversation, snippy in his retort as he moved himself to shoot Matt a deathly scowl
“Ghosts are real. I know you werewolves don’t see them like vampires, but they’re there. They’re not something to just go poking out. If Pidge wants to go, I’m going with her”
Matt released Keith’s head, Keith feeling the fellow werewolf’s ego flaring. Matt had no right to be shitty towards Lance wanting to be there for Pidge
“Dude, you can’t let her boss you around forever. There’s a time for moving on”
“She’s not bossing me around. At the moment this is what she’s into. Running around the occasional haunted place was kind of fun. She’s fun. Yeah, death feels absolutely horrible. Shadows on the edge of your vision. Body so cold your breath comes out in puffs of condensation. But it was fun. Watching how into it all is fun, and when she started making connections in her cases I couldn’t have been prouder at the time and effort she’d put in. I want to be there and I want to support her. Yeah, she took her job at VOLTRON because she was already a firm believer in the paranormal, but she also did it so she could understand us better. Forget it, I’m getting cranky and we all know that’s Keith’s job, isn’t it, babe?”
Keith had wisely kept his mouth shut, yet he had been cranky all morning and Lance was owed an explanation
“Lotor’s coming back”
Maybe a better explanation than that. Keith cringing at his own bluntness. The cringe turning into a wince as Matt yelled, hurting his ears
“What?!”
Unhappy about his sore ears, Keith huffed
“You don’t need to fucking yell about it. I’m going to be training with him in Platt starting next week. Coran dropped it on me this morning as we were leaving”
Casting his gaze entirely to Lance, Lance smiled at him, rather looking freaked out like Keith thought he might. Cocking his head, Keith was confused
“Babe?”
“He’s... well, he’s him. But I think it’ll be good for you”
What?! No. Lance was supposed to support him staying at home... or maybe even say he wasn’t ready seeing he’d only been through two moons
“How is this a good thing?”
“You need someone to help you hone your skills now you’re a werewolf. You already hate him, so you’ll also get a lesson in how to rein your ego in for when you go hunting actually bad vampires. Plus, you don’t have to worry about hurting Lotor seeing he’s already dead so you can go all out”
Lance and his damn ridiculous logical approach
“But it’s Loturd...”
Whining only earned him a chuckle from Lance
“I know. I’m going to have call Allura later and scold her for not telling me about it. She’s supposed to be my adopted sister and she kept her mouth shut”
“Maybe she can distract him so I don’t have to put up with him?”
“Or maybe I’ll come along and kick your arse if you’re not training. He’s not my first choice of teacher, but I do think you need someone right now, and until I’ve given birth, I can’t help you train”
“You know I hate it when you’re right”
“But you love me”
He couldn’t argue with Lance’s logic there either
“I do. I don’t really want him and you in the same place”
“Babe, you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m might be fat, but I can break through an ego now. He tries anything funny and I’ll neuter him”
“Not if I get there first”
If Lotor so much looked in Lance’s direction, Keith would kill him. Lance was his mate and as painful as it was, vampires probably belonged better together than a werewolf and vampire. Lance might not have any feelings towards Lotor... yet Keith couldn’t keep his jealously at bay. He deserved to be fucking happy, no matter how selfish it was, until he’d worked out how to interact with Lotor, Lance wouldn’t be going anywhere near him.
Shooting him double finger guns, his fiancé was trying to make him happier
“That’s my boy. Now, I don’t know what you’ve all got planned, but I want to take a bath. Growing babies is exhausting. Your amazing shoulder is going to have to wait, Hunk-a-roonie”
“That’s okay, Bud. We only really came to see that you guys got back safely. We’ve actually got a house viewing at 12 o’clock, so we’d better head out. It’s so good to have you guys home”
Lance smiled at Hunk
“It’s good be home. Don’t forget, you’ve got a team of werewolves to help you move. I’m happy to volunteer them”
“Yeah, we’ll keep that in mind. Right, we’ll see you guys later”
Leaving them, Keith dragged himself off the floor and into the space Hunk had vacated. Matt leaving them to join Rieva in the kitchen where she’d been making lunch before they’d come home. Lance not moving for this bath he wanted, instead kissing Keith on the cheek, before snaking his arm around him with a content sigh
“No bath?”
“Not yet. Honestly, I feel really bad, but I keep thinking about Pidge and it’s setting me off”
“Why don’t you invite her over?”
“I’ll send her a message. I used to get jealous over how close she and Hunk were, but we were always the “Garrison Trio”, you know. I know I can’t cling to the past, but it hurts that she feels on the outside”
Nosing into Lance’s hair, Keith nodded
“I know that feeling, but she’s got us and she’s got all our other friends. We’ll make sure she’s okay”
“I know. Babe, I know you’re upset about Lotor. If it doesn’t work out then it doesn’t work out. Both of you have egos and sometimes you’re just not compatible with someone. No matter what, I’m proud of you”
Hauling Lance up into his lap, Keith hugged his fiancé tightly
“Thanks. I’m kind... pissed off, but this is for the best, right?”
“Yeah, babe. I want you to finally feel safe as a werewolf and think this is a really good step. You’ll always have me in your corner”
“I’d rather have you in our bed”
Lance groaned at him, slapping his arm lightly
“That’s enough, Casanova. If I spread my legs anymore, they’ll fall out”
“We can’t have that. I love your legs”
And Lance’s arse... and his tummy... and pretty much every single bit of him...
“I know... God, it’s so nice to be home”
“Yeah, it really is”
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For @void-tiger :) Based on something I wanted to do for my fix-it fic universe.
It was unusual that the Castle came down onto Oriande. It was usually the Black Lion by itself, usually just Takashi and sometimes Princess Allura or Coran. Ryou had never seen the Castle of Lions land before. He knew it had, at least once, but he hadn’t been here then. He was a little nervous, expecting to have to interact with all the paladins, and he hadn’t seen most of them since... well.
But what he hadn’t been expecting at all was... this. Peoples of various different races, from scattered worlds, aliens of all shapes and sizes and varying degrees of similarity to humans, and...
He swallowed hard, and felt Romelle squeeze his hand. He squeezed back automatically, and turned to give her a shaky smile.
“It’ll be a great Grogory Day,” she assured him.
He nodded silently, mind racing.
I’m not sure what’s worse: everyone knowing that I was a monster made by the Galra Empire or people mistaking me for Takashi, thinking that I’M the hero out there saving the universe.
He wanted to just disappear. He wanted to look like someone else, be someone else.
And then Takashi was running up to him, pulling him into a hug and patting him on the back. They spoke in Japanese, as usual when it was just the two of them. <”Long time no see!”> Takashi exclaimed. <”How are you?”>
<”Fine,”> he said automatically. He pulled out of the hug. <”You?”>
<”Oh, you know: kicking ass, flying through space...”>
This was an old line. <”...representing the human race,”> he finished. <”So everything’s going well?”>
<”Yes,”> Takashi agreed. <”Princess Allura’s looking forward to seeing how the Diaspora celebrates Grogory Day.”>
<”You’re so formal,”> he said with a roll of his eyes. <”She’s your girlfriend.”>
Takashi cleared his throat and blushed. <”Well, yes, but she’s still the princess.”>
<”And your girlfriend.”>
<”Tell me you don’t think of Romelle as a ‘princess’,”> he charged. And Ryou couldn’t really deny that. They talked and, for a little bit, Ryou completely forgot they were surrounded by alien strangers (if that wasn’t redundant). Coran and Princess Allura came up to greet him, Keith and Pidge both said hi - Pidge actually hugged him! - and then...
“Ah, and who is this?” asked a strange... person, looking him up and down curiously.
“Oh.” Takashi smiled and conducted introductions. "Ryou, this is Dero of the Olkari. Dero, this is my twin brother, Ryou.”
“I am very honored to meet you,” Dero of the Olkari said.
“Uh, pleased to meet you, too,” he said uncertainly.
“Ryou lives here with the colony and helps them as an engineer,” Takashi... boasted? He sounded like he was boasting. “And he protects the colony’s Sacred, Romelle, one of the Councilors.”
“Ah!” Dero exclaimed. “An honored position! And an engee nayer!” They said the word strangely. “You are like us then, though we do not use this word.”
Obviously. Aloud, he said, “Oh.” Me and my sparkling conversation skills.
“Dero would love to see the power grid you’ve been working on,” Takashi suggested.
Ryou doubted that, but he glanced at Dero, whose face was alight with curiosity.
“Yes!” they said. “I would very much like to, if it is no trouble!”
Ryou looked at Takashi who smiled and nodded encouragingly. He cast about for Romelle, but she was swarmed by other aliens, so he sighed. “O-okay, if you’re sure. Follow me.”
He led Dero through the village. “Are you an engineer too, then?” he asked, not sure what else to talk about.
“My people are,” Dero told him. “Famous for it, really. Have you not heard?”
“No, sorry. I’ve... I’ve pretty much just been here.”
“That is nothing to be sorry for.”
Hesitantly, he asked, “I’m not sure what Ta- ...Shiro has told you about me, but...”
Dero made a strange noise; it sounded to Ryou’s ears as ‘uncertainty,’ and his worry grew, until Dero said, “Only what was told to me in front of you.”
“Nothing else? Really?”
“The Black Paladin does not speak of his family often. Those of us who have joined the Coalition and chosen to fight alongside the Paladins aboard the Castle of Lions are usually more concerned with other things.”
“I... see.” He’s really said nothing about ... how I came to be his ‘brother’? “And none of the other paladins have mentioned me?”
“Should they have?” They sounded terribly confused.
“I mean... n-not especially. I just wasn’t sure what... Well, um, nevermind.” He cleared his throat.
“Speak to me of this power grid,” Dero insisted. “And what you are trying to accomplish with it.”
“Oh. Well, the colony’s power grid is based on Altean technology, but for many years they’d been using Galra parts obtained by Lotor...”
“Scoundrel,” Dero interjected.
Ryou didn’t disagree. “...to try to repair and maintain it. We’ve only recently been able to start using pure Altean technology again, thanks to Romelle and her Sacred abilities. I’m trying to upgrade the power grid to be... well, on Earth, we’d say ‘smarter’, but...”
“You wish it to be sapient?”
“Not exactly.” He described a smart grid as they came up on the power center. He unlocked the door with his hand print and led Dero inside.
“I see! Yes, I understand now ‘smarter’ grid. Let me see...”
After that, all awkwardness fell away. Ryou and Dero worked on the colony power systems, explaining thought processes and machine workings, and, after a couple of vargas, with Dero’s help, the grid was fast, sleek, and very, very smart indeed.
“You need better power storage,” Dero said.
“Ain’t that the truth,” he agreed. “But we can work on that later. Let’s get back to the party before Romelle thinks I’m off hiding somewhere.”
“Why would you hide?”
He cleared his throat. “Don’t worry about that. Handwashing station here; let’s clean up and head back.”
The celebrations were loud and seemed to consume the village. But as they began to settle down and people trickled back to their homes or to the Castle, Ryou was able to find Takashi.
<“You didn’t tell Dero anything about me?”>
Takashi’s brow furrowed. <“I told them you were my twin brother and that...”>
<“No, I mean... before. Th-they didn’t know that I’m... that I was...”>
<“You’re my twin brother,”> he repeated. <“No one needs to know anything more than that.”>
<“Are you sure?”> he pressed. <“What if... what if there’s more programming in me that the Alteans missed somehow and I snap again and...”>
<“First of all, I doubt the Goddess would have left that in there,”> he pointed out. <“Second, I don’t think the Alteans missed anything in the first place. And third, even if, somehow, despite all of that, you did snap? I’d tell them then. I’d say the Galra messed with you, made you do that. They don’t need to know more than that.”>
<“But... that’s not exactly the truth.”>
<“If you wanted to tell them the truth, you could,”> Takashi said. <“But I won’t.”>
<“Really?”>
<“It’s not my place to. That’s your story, not mine.”>
<“I’m just part of your story,”> Ryou said.
<“Maybe in the beginning. Maybe,”> Takashi allowed. <“But not anymore. You decide who knows your backstory, not me.”> He clapped a hand on his shoulder. <“And as far as I’m concerned, you are my twin brother.”>
He felt tears spring up in his eyes, and he hugged Takashi rather than just stand there and leak. <”Thank you, brother.”>
<”You’re welcome.”> He hugged him back and then said, <”It’s getting late though.”>
<”Have to go save the universe again tomorrow?”>
<”You know it.”>
He pulled away, smiling. <”Be careful.”>
<”I will be. Take care of yourself, okay?”>
<”I promise.”>
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Klance prompt #21
21. “Where did you get all these bruises from?”
Summary: Keith shows Lance his bruises and tells him where and when he got them.
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It’s been eight days since the mission with The Blade.
The failed mission.
Keith can’t stop thinking about it. It's deep in his head. Flashes behind his eyes every time he closes them. It’s all over his body. Literally.
Dark purple and black bruises decorate his arms and legs and torso. Cuts and scrapes on his face. He deserves it, though. It’s his fault the mission went so badly. He swore he had everything under control. He said all the right things that he rehearsed over and over before landing on that freezing cold, yet weirdly humid, planet. He was calm and straightforward, but not demanding in any way. Or.. at least he thinks he wasn’t..
He still doesn’t know when everything went wrong. They were there to make peace with this planet, called Nagara, and offer them all the food, water, and supplies they needed to rebuild their planet after all the destruction and damage from the war 3 years ago. It was Keith’s job as the frontman and spokesperson to provide the aliens of the planet with a state of peace and safety since the war was over now.
But.. somewhere along the lines, Keith said the wrong thing. Or he did the wrong thing? Or he.. said and did the wrong thing at the same time and it made the Nagarians angry? He doesn’t know and he won’t know. His ears are blank to his own voice and words when he tries to replay the moments, seconds, before everything went wrong.
It doesn’t matter. He will never forget the way his mother looked at him after everything.
Her face was filled with pure rage. A look Keith has only ever seen if she was fighting the enemy. Never looking at him. And Kolivan? Oh, don’t even get him started on Kolivan.
Because what happened was so bad, Kolivan put Keith on a temporary suspension. Meaning he would sit out of all things ‘providing humanitarian relief to other planets’ and so on. That meant no meetings, debriefings, or socialization of any kind involving their mission to restore peace, and he would have to watch a four hour long video on what and what not to do during peace negotiations on otherworldly planets.
He was on complete lockdown and it was fucking pathetic.
Not only did he not bother to watch that stupid, long video. Instead, he kept himself locked in his room on the giant galra ship, not interacting with a single galran soul. Including his mother and Kolivan. He couldn't handle the scalding glares or the whispering in the hallways whenever he left to try to get some type of food in him. It was too much. And it’s what everyone was expecting of him. But not as Keith himself. As a mixed breed; a half galra, half human.
After six days of being temporarily suspended, Keith couldn’t handle anything anymore. It was too much and he was tired of literally everything, so he packed up all the shit he could gather, grabbed his trusty space wolf, and left in his galra cruiser without notifying anyone.
Now, here he is, a day out. The ride down to earth is.. pretty uncomfortable to say the least. His cruiser isn’t as big as it looks and with Kosmo tagging along and his giant duffle bag, it’s a little cramped. But it doesn’t matter, because he’s almost to his destination, and he can’t wait to land. Because yeah okay, he’s suspended temporarily, but that doesn’t mean he can’t get away for some quality Keith time. A little vacation never hurt anyone. And he knows just who he wants to spend his free time with.
knock knock knock!
Lance jerks awake. The first thing his tired eyes land on is the ceiling. It’s dimly lit and as his pupils unblur from the sleep still in them, he can hear the static of the tv that’s still on from some boring action movie he decided to watch. The once fresh bowl of popcorn on the coffee table has run cold long ago and the pitter patter of water droplets hitting the roof from the outside can be heard as well.
Lance sits up slowly and stretches his arms above his head, a yawn slipping its way out of his mouth as he tries to register reality around him. It takes him a few seconds to wake up and when he does, he remembers that it was a knock that woke him in the first place. He carefully stands, slipping his bare feet into the slippers on the floor just next to the navy blue colored couch, and walks over to the front door, hugging himself.
As soon as he opens the door, the pouring rain is louder. And Keith is standing there. Soaking wet with a big duffel bag in one hand and a leash that’s connected to the collar on Kosmo’s neck in the other hand.
“Keith!?” Lance is ten times more awake now as he quickly moves aside to let Keith and Kosmo in. “Oh, shit man, you’re soaking wet! Let me go grab some towels!”
“Thanks,” is the first word out of Keith’s mouth. It’s shy and embarrassed but Lance doesn’t pay any mind to it as he rummages through the towel closet next to the hallway bathroom. He comes back and wraps a big towel around Keith’s shoulders, taking the duffle bag from his hand and setting it next to the smaller couch by the bay window in the living room. Lance takes the other towel, kneeling down to begin drying off Kosmo. Kosmo licks his face as he does it and it makes Lance smile, tossing and turning his head away from the alien wolf’s freakishly long tongue. Once he’s finished, Lance stands and finds Keith on the couch, discarding his wet clothes. He walks over and sits on the coffee table directly in front of him.
“Keith?” He asks, the tone in his voice full of wonder and confusion, but also worry.
“I’m fine,” Keith answers, a sigh leaving his lips. He looks at Lance through his long, wet bangs and sends him a weak but reassuring smirk. “I decided it was time for a.. a small break.”
Lance doesn’t look convinced, sitting there twiddling his thumbs. “How small?”
Keith shrugs, losing their eye contact. “Couple weeks, tops.”
“Weeks sound like a long time to be away..” Lance bites his lower lip, his bed head, or couch head in this situation, making Keith want to reach over and pat his hair down. “I feel like there’s something else I’m missing here.”
A sigh. “Later, Lance, okay? I’m tired and wet and cold, and I just want to shower and lay down, if that’s alright?” He finally looks back over to those dark blue eyes in the dark living room and then, a small nod and a smile.
“Sure,” Lance says, this time with more confidence, but his eyes scan over the scrapes and scratches on Keith’s face. “Let me help you out with your suit.”
They both stand and Keith turns around for Lance to unzip it from the back. He moves his long wet hair over his right shoulder and puts his head down. The literal second that Lance grabs that zipper, Keith remembers how his body looks. And if Lance thinks his face is bad, just wait til he sees his body. Keith jerks away and it startles Lance as he almost trips over the coffee table.
“Keith!? What the he-!?”
“I-I just remembered!” Keith looks everywhere but Lance’s eyes now. “I smell horrible underneath this suit a-and I really don’t want you to smell me, so I’ll just head to the bathroom now!”
“What??” Lance scoffs. “A-are you sure?? I don’t mind a little stink, Keith, I’ve smelled you right after a fight with the-!”
“I’m sure.” Keith nods. He sends a nervous smile towards Lance and quickly leans forward to plant a quick kiss to his cheek. He grabs his duffel bag and b lines it for the guest room, closing the door behind him. Lance watches his every move, then turns back to look at Kosmo who is looking right at him.
“What was that about??” He asks the wolf. Kosmo tilts his head, ears popping up. Lance sighs and begins his walk towards his kitchen. “Come on, boy. You must be hungry.”
Keith wipes the foggy mirror with his hand, exhaling a breath of relief from the heavenly shower he just took. He takes the smaller towel from around his neck and dries his hair, ruffling it up in the process. His eyes scan his tired face and exhausted body. The bruises that decorate his pale skin are of dark purples and blues and blacks. They’re eight days old, but they still hurt like crazy. Keith eyes the one right below his left pec. It’s purple with yellow blotches and he presses down on it just to see and the pain that zips down his spine is more than enough warning to tell him to stop. A deep sigh leaves his mouth as he pushes his hair back and ties it up in a messy bun.
knock knock! “Keith? You okay?”
Keith nearly jumps at Lance’s voice. “U-uh, yeah! I’ll be out in a second.”
“Okay.” The concern in Lance’s voice eases. “No rush, though.”
Keith sighs again. He has to tell Lance. Has to show him. Sure, he’ll freak out and never want him to leave again but.. if he gets it over with, there won’t be any more surprises if Lance wants to touch him again.
A soft smile graces Keith’s lips as he thinks about the man just on the other side of the door. They’ve been through a lot. Individually. Together. And even though it’s only been three years, they still suffer through the after effects of the war. They all do.
Lance gets nightmares. About a lot of things. He says his nightmares feel so real, and sometimes it’s hard to decipher if his nightmares really happened or not. It scares him and has left him very vulnerable in more situations than he likes to admit. There’s a lot more than just the nightmares; flashbacks in the middle of the day, jumping at loud noises, never leaving his home because he feels like everywhere he turns, some species-less threat is gonna come out and attack him, Allura’s sacrifice. Yeah. It’s a pretty long list. But with therapy, his family and friends’ support, and Keith, he’s come a very long way to recovery.
Keith on the other hand got most of the paranoia. Even though he still works in space with his galran colleagues, he still can’t help but get that itch underneath his skin that someday, someone will turn on him and try to attack him. It could happen at any time. Any day or night. Anywhere. Because of this fear, he doesn’t get much sleep, and is very overprotective of his friends. Of his mother. Even his space wolf. His knife has become like a permanent extension to his hand, he never goes anywhere without it. Keeps it underneath his pillow, in his back pocket, in his boot, anywhere that’s easy enough to reach so he can defend himself if need be. He’s even accidentally pulled it on all of his friends at least once. Even on Lance, who barely even flinched at the time. It’s safe to say that no one can ever sneak up on him.
And somehow, through all their damage, Keith and Lance still found each other. It wasn’t right away. And it wasn’t planned, either. It’s just.. happened. They barely talked after the war ended, and unpurposely drifted apart. Keith busied himself in his work with The Blade, and Lance distanced himself away from everyone.
But one year ago, around Christmas, Keith came back to spend the holiday with Shiro and Curtis. Little did he know, they were gone for the holidays, so Keith, and Krolia, decided to stay with Lance and his huge family. Lance was so happy to see him, he couldn’t dare to say no. ‘The more the merrier,’ his mother Rosa said. So, while Keith and Lance spent the time shopping together and baking cookies and wrapping gifts and getting drunk on eggnog, Krolia learned a lot of the Christmas Earth traditions and Cuban recipes from Rosa and even got a few surprise presents from Lance’s niece and nephew. She cried because she didn’t know what else to do. Happiness always makes Krolia cry. Keith bought Lance a red Paladin mug with his face on it that he saw at some flea market on one of their stops on some random planet, and Lance bought Keith a giant blanket to keep him warm while he was away in space. The emotions were flying, the eggnog was settling and long story short, they ended up sleeping together, with every ounce of consent they could muster. It’s still one of the greatest nights of Keith’s life.
They’ve been together since then, five months, and even though they don’t have a label on what they are, Keith is happy this way. He likes being label-less with Lance. He likes having a home to come back to, with a warm kitchen, a warm bed, and a warm body. He likes the open space and how much Kosmo and Kaltenecker get along. He likes how much Kosmo adores Lance and his homemade space wolf food, just for him. He likes that Lance buys stuff for him to have when he’s away so he has new things to come back to. New slippers. A new comfy robe. New matching pajamas. A new toothbrush. Keith likes Lance. And everything that they are in the moments they’re together. And although he knows Lance is still grieving over Allura and that it could take a couple more years until he’s ready for a real relationship, Keith would take this over anything. Any day.
As he emerges from the bathroom, he doesn’t bother putting on all of his clothes, just his red paladin boxer briefs. He and Lance have seen each other naked plenty of times, and he’s very comfortable in his skin around Lance. Lance has that effect on him. So when he walks out in just his boxer briefs and a white cotton towel around his neck, he’s got absolutely nothing to hide. Except, maybe not giving Lance a heart attack tonight. Keith hides behind the wall just before the entryway to the living room and curses himself for what he’s about to do.
“H-hey.. Lance?”
“Yeah?” Lance says, something like food in his mouth. “Where are you, man?”
“I’m…” Keith sighs. “Can you just.. cl-close your eyes for a sec.. please?”
“Uh,” Lance shrugs, Keith can hear from his clothes rumpling up. “Sure.”
Keith peeks around the corner and sees that Lance’s eyes are sealed shut. Kosmo is on the floor next to him, sound asleep. His tongue is hanging out just the slightest bit as snores leave his mouth. Keith smiles at the sight and looks back to Lance. He’s so beautiful. This guy has done some much for him and more. Before the war, during, and now after. He’s the greatest guy that Keith could’ve asked for.. greater than that. With that in mind, Keith steps out from behind the wall and walks over to Lance before his brain tells him that this is all a bad idea. The living room is still dim, only illuminated by the television and the lamp next to the couch Lance is sitting on, but it’ll be more than enough light to see Keith’s battered body.
Once Keith is in front of Lance, he closes his own eyes, fists clenched down by his sides.
“Okay.. now on the count of three, you can open your eyes.. but don’t freak out. Got it?”
Lance lets out a small snort. “Yes, Keef, I got it.”
Keith rolls closed eyes and sticks his nails into the palms of his sweaty hands. “Alright.. one.. two.. three..”
Lance’s eyes open. The breath that gets caught in his throat is enough to send Keith’s gut dropping out of his ass and into the floor.
“Holy shit!” Lance is up, eyes roaming Keith’s entire body. “W-what the fu-!?”
Keith opens his eyes and is face to face with Lance. They’re almost the same height, Keith’s got him by a few inches easily, and the look on Lance’s face is enough to send Keith into cardiac arrest.
“I-I’m fine, Lance, really-”
“No, you’re not!” Lance cuts him off, wanting to reach out but too afraid to do so. Keith’s tone, muscular body is a canvas of dark colors and spots of different shapes. No wonder he jumped earlier, Lance could have hurt him even more than he already looks. A shaky breath leaves Lance’s mouth as he meets Keith’s dark eyes. “What happened to you, love?”
Love. The pet name actually sends Keith’s into cardiac arrest, he’s sure of it. But as soon as Lance cups his face with both of his big, warm hands, it’s over for Keith. His eyes begin to water and his throat closes up on him so that he can’t talk. Tears fall down his cheeks as he looks down to the floor between him and Lance. His bottom lip quivers and when Lance tilts his head back up to look at him again, a sob slips its way out of Keith’s mouth.
“Oh, Keith,” Lance coos, bringing Keith into a big, gentle hug. Keith hugs him back, sobbing into his shoulder. “Baby..” Lance whispers.
Keith just continues to sob. He didn’t even know he had been holding back for so long. But here, in Lance’s arms, he can feel everything that’s been bottled up coming out of his throat and from his teary eyes. Lance only continues to hold him, rubbing his soft hands up and down Keith’s pale bruised back.
Keith doesn’t know how long this goes on. How long he cries. How long Lance holds him. But somewhere in the middle of it all, they’ve moved to Lance’s room. Keith sits on Lance’s bed, wiping his red, teary eyes and snotty nose with a tissue. Lance rummages through his bathroom drawer for some numbing ointment that he recently bought for his back and feet from working out on the farm five days a week. When he returns, Keith is done crying. He sits up straight and removes the white towel from around his neck. Lance stands in front of him and kneels between his open legs. He stares at them. At the bruises and scratches and scabbed gashes.
“I..” he starts, clearing his throat from what has to be a lump forming. “I got this.. numbing cream. It’ll help a lot.”
Keith stares down at him as he talks, his voice is so quiet and gentle.
“Can I..?” Lance asks, looking up to meet Keith’s red eyes.
“Yeah.” Keith nods.
Lance uncaps the ointment, squirting a good amount into the palm of his hand. He sets the tube down and rubs his hands together. Then, he gently, gently, places them on Keith’s bruised thighs and begins rubbing the ointment around.
Keith clenches his jaw, hands fisting in the comforter on Lance’s bed. He lets out the air from his nostrils and feels the pain slowly turning into relief. He looks down and watches as Lance works his hands in circular motions, gently rubbing the ointment onto Keith’s injuries.
“..keith…?“ Lance whispers, eyes focused on his hands covered with ointment that’s slowly making his hands numb.
“Yeah..?” Keith answers back, looking at the ceiling of Lance’s room. Those glow in the dark stars are still there.
“How…” Lance clears his throat. “W.. Where did you get all these bruises from?”
Keith sighs. “..blade mission.. gone wrong..”
Something in Lance’s eyes darken. “What? W-when?? How?? W-Where!?”
“Um..” Keith can’t even look at Lance anymore. The worry in his eyes is too much. “A.. Week ago.. on some planet called Nagara. It was.. all my f.. my faul..” The tears are back. Keith blinks them away and sniffs quietly, looking down at his hands in his lap. He can feel himself sinking back to that day, to that mission. He remembers it all so clearly.
They landed on Nagara. The planet was really cold. He and The Blade were greeted by a tall figure who looked similar to an earth bear. They were big, round, had dark eyes all around, sharp teeth and a snout. Three rows of antenna grew out of their foreheads as well as horns of all shapes and sizes going down their backs and spines. And giant sharp claws for fingers. They looked vicious. And they made it very clear that they didn’t like the Galra.
Keith made the first move. He spoke in a calm voice and made his intentions clear; he and The Blade were only there to help and provide the planet with anything they needed. They had food, water, clothes, and building supplies ready on their ships and were 100% committed to fixing up this planet and its species from the after effects of the war. But their King, King Arxuan, wouldn’t let them go any further until they explained what they were doing there. So Keith did.
He explained it all. Voltron won. Zarkon dead. Princess Allura saved the universe. Keith is the red and black Paladin. The Blade of Marmora is good. The Blade of Marmora is here to help. But Keith being Keith.. he’s not too good with his words. Everything sounded fine in his head. And when it came out of his mouth? Completely different.
“We are The Blade of Marmora,” Keith started. “We’re here to provide supplies to your helpless planet that has clearly been affected by the war and-”
Record scratch. Yeah, poor choice of words on Keith’s end. But they left his mouth so fast that his brain couldn't keep up. The King and his subjects didn’t like it one bit and before Keith could keep up with his offensive word vomit, the Nagarians drew their weapons and like a firework, everything went up in flames.
Keith didn’t mean to offend anyone.. and he didn’t mean it like that. But the Nagarians didn’t know or care how he meant it. They attacked within seconds of Keith’s poor choice of words and thank god for his team’s fast reflexes, otherwise his head would not be on his shoulders and he wouldn’t be sitting here on Lance’s bed.
Legs criss crossed on Lance’s bed, the strong minty scent of numbing cream filling the room.
His fingers locked with Lance’s as Lance rubs his thumb over Keith’s fingers.
Gently.
Domestically.
Lovingly.
Keith feels warmth bloom in the pit of his stomach as he stares down at Lance who’s sitting on the floor in front of him. Those deep blue eyes staring back so affectionately. Altean markings just barely glowing in Lance's dim room.
Lance swallows and squeezes Keith’s hand. “Are you alright?”
“I am now..” Keith shrugs, looking at the floor. “But these last few days have been hell.. and the guilt I have for almost killing my team has.. been..”
Lance nods, understanding. He comes up off of the floor and sits next to Keith. The second his arm goes up, Keith is there leaning into his side, nuzzling into his neck. His cheeks are wet with tears again and quiet sobs leave his throat.
“It’s okay, Keith,” Lance nods, planting a gentle kiss atop Keith’s head. “We all make mistakes. Some worse than others. but.. what matters now is that you’re here. You’re alive. And safe.”
Keith nods, sniffling as tears and snot run down his face. He’s had everything balled up until this very moment. The guilt. The shame. The way Kolivan and his mother looked at him. The way the other Blade members blamed him. None of that mattered anymore. Because here, in Lance’s heavenly embrace, he was fine. He was gonna be alright.
“You’re safe, love..” Lance reassures him. “I’ve got you.”
And he does. Lance holds Keith tight, holds him close. Lance lets him cry and doesn’t judge him. He’s just.. there for him. And it’s everything Keith needed.
Keith wakes up in Lance’s bed.
Blanket crowding his entire body. His long hair is literally everywhere around his face and neck and shoulders. The golden sun is shining through the blinds of the window, making him squint a tiny bit, and the pain from the bruises on his body are somewhat bearable..
There’s a smell hitting his nostrils that makes his mouth water and stomach grumble in a hunger he didn’t know he had. When he sits up, Kosmo is right there beside him, curled up in a ball, staring at him. Keith smiles at the space wolf and reaches to pet his head.
“Hey there, boy.” He rubs behind Kosmo’s ears, chuckling a little when Kosmo nuzzles into his hand. Suddenly, flashes of last night come flooding back to Keith’s mind and he groans out, covering his face. Sure, crying his eyes out all night long and being comforted by Lance, his friend-boyfriend-whatever-they-are was nice, BUT crying your eyes out all night long and and being comforted by Lance, his friend-boyfriend-whatever-they-are took a lot out of Keith. He’s tired. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. He just wants to spend the rest of his time away from work relaxing with the only person he wants to be with in the entire universe. And Kosmo.
And as if on cue..
“Keith?” Lance’s voice is soft. “You awake, yet?”
Keith looks over to the door and sees Lance popping his head into his own room. When their eyes meet, Keith can feel the undeniable spark between them and it causes his heart to do something funny beneath his rib cage. He smiles a bit shyly and brings his legs up to a criss-cross position, Lance’s puffy space themed blankets bunching up around Keith’s waist.
“Morning..” Keith answers, tucking his long hair behind his ear.
Lance’s eyes never leave his as the Cuban boy finally enters the room, two plates full of food in each of his hands. Keith eyes the food and his stomach grumbles once again. The noise overthrows the silence in the room and Keith has to put his hands over his stomach to silence the sound. It didn’t work.
“Good morning to you, too,” Lance chuckles, setting Keith’s plate into his lap. “Guess I don’t have to ask if you’re hungry, huh?”
“Shut up..” Keith flushes and looks down at his full plate of food. Organic eggs, two fluffy pancakes, sweet turkey bacon and a buttery biscuit with strawberry jam decorate his plate beautifully. All of his favorite breakfast foods right there in front of him. Made by the man right beside him with a matching plate of food for himself.
“Dig in!” Lance says, his mouth already full of food. Keith doesn’t waste a second and obeys the words from Lance's mouth. They eat in a comfortable silence, Kosmo moving to the ground to collect any scraps they throw his way. After a while, Keith clears his throat and musters up the courage to look at Lance’s beautiful face.
“H-hey, uh.. Lance?” He whispers.
“Yeah?” Lance is staring at him now, blue eyes boring into him again.
Keith can’t breathe and he finds himself having to take a really deep breath before he continues.
“Thank you,” he pushes out of his throat, “for everything. For letting me cry in front of you, and.. for not judging me for it.”
Lance stops chewing and swallows. Keith quickly takes him all in before he gets caught; Lance’s messy brown curls, his gorgeous tan skin all over his bare torso, those cute little freckles all over his body, his Altean marks. Everything about him is so breathtaking and Keith can barely keep his heart at bay.
“You don’t have to thank me,” Lance says, breaking Keith’s thoughts. Their eyes meet again. “I’m here for you no matter what, Keith. You have to know that by now.”
“I-I do,” Keith nods, tucking his lower lip between his teeth. He sets his plate onto the bedside table next to him and scoots closer to Lance. As if completely on autopilot, he grabs Lance’s face and forces their eyes to meet once more. He stares deeply into those ocean blue eyes and fights the awkward urge to look away.
“Lance,” he starts, exhaling a breath that smells like eggs, bacon, and syrup, “I love you, so much. Thank you for always comforting me and being my right hand man.. you.. you are the light in my life, and I..”
Tears fill Keith’s eyes and to his surprise, Lance also sports some in his own eyes.
“I know,” Lance whispers, gaze moving from Keith’s eyes, to his lips, and back. “Like I said, you don’t have to thank me. I would do anything for you. Because.. I love you, too.”
The second Lance’s plate is out of the way, the two boys are kissing so fast, the air in their lungs can’t keep up. Lance pulls Keith close by the oversized t-shirt around his torso and clings to him for dear life. Keith does the same and cups Lance’s cheeks. Their kisses are full of passion, desperation, and love. And when they part, Lance is trailing those same kisses down Keith’s jaw, to his neck and his collarbones, kissing every visible bruise he can reach.
“I’m so happy you’re safe, my love,” He says between kisses on Keith’s neck. As he pulls back, Keith is smiling like Lance is his whole world.
“Me, too, Lance,” Keith answers, kissing the corner of Lance’s syrupy mouth, his cheeks and neck flushing red. “Me, too.”
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I like that you have a more positive take on the writers' handling of Lotor than most Voltron fans. But I wanted to ask you: do you think it was unfair for the paladins to accuse Lotor of murder when the paladins themselves had probably killed thousands of Galra when they blew up those cruisers? I think you might have already made a post about this, that the cruisers were mostly filled with robotic sentries, but I can't find it.
We do see that a lot of the cruisers were automated, but, even so: I feel like it is disingenuous to insinuate killing enemy soldiers is the same thing as experimenting on hostages under false pretenses.
This is a thing I come back to a lot- I think when you love a character it is very tempting to think they didn’t do anything “that bad”.
The reality is though, from jump, Lotor has a pretty clear bitter streak. He’s not too apologetic about hurting people if he thinks it’s necessary to advance a goal. This feeds in with his interaction with Ven’tar and his grief at that colony- while his grief was sincere, his argument with Zarkon was also on the basis that this was not necessary to do. There was nothing to gain from hurting Ven’tar’s people that couldn’t have been gained with interest from taking the time to spare and work with them.
So basically Lotor as a character is established as someone who, all factors the same, would like to not hurt anyone. But if he doesn’t feel like that’s on the table- or if he can’t afford the price tag- he sighs and gets out the knife and more or less gets over it. This is how we see him established in season 3. The ideal bait to get Voltron out of hiding is putting Puig to gunpoint- so he does. And he doesn’t feel sorry. He knows they’re rebuilding. He knows they’re afraid and hurting. He doesn’t relish in it. But he does it anyway.
(Lotor does, sometimes, relish hurting people. We largely see this happen towards Throk, and then again when the rift kind of coaxes it out of him with loosening standards- the pattern that seems to emerge is that he gets vindictive enjoyment hurting people he perceives as ‘they were going to hurt me, but I drew on them first’. And even this seems to have its limits- he’s not shown to be enjoying it at any point in his slaying of Zarkon in Blood Duel, though that could be a combination of how close that fight was- it was more of a desperate struggle for survival, and he got past it. He may have been more vindictive if he felt that he had the decisive upper hand on Zarkon)
The thing about the memorial statue in the colony is that, to me, it’s pretty unambiguous Lotor put it there, and against his ‘more sensible ideas’- because the person we see interacting with it is Romelle, who has doubts. From her perspective, we look at this, and see the numbers, and go “isn’t this too many? we don’t have contact with all of these people? the situation hasn’t changed at all so that we can open communications? Why does it feel so much like a grave?”
But this is a kind of regret on Lotor’s part that can only come on the idea that Lotor sees what he’s doing, that he is methodically digging a set number of graves, and calling for a set number of people to fill them, and they come obediently and lie down in their graves.
This is very different from Keith running Macidus through, or a ship being torn apart during a space battle. Legally, we regard these as different things. Battlefield casualties vs. premeditated murder. Those words have meaning and definitions that are not about “which one sounds scarier or more like an evil thing to do?” Lotor knew he was going to kill people, made plans to kill people, and then killed them. Did he also feel bad about it, or helpless, and could you argue a bunch of factors led him to that point? Yeah. But, it’s still, premeditated murder, outside of a combat situation. The paladins do not do that.
The paladins are not taking issue with the fact that Lotor takes life and insinuating that they have never taken any lives or endorsed life-taking. If they had, they would have taken issue with killing Zarkon back in Blood Duel. They didn’t.
This is a conflict we see specifically rear its head in Omega Shield- when a mutual ally is threatened, Lotor’s reaction is “can we afford their lives?” while the paladins’ reaction is “oh, if we have to cover our defenses here and there, that just means we should split up. Protecting that colony or not isn’t a question.” And it’s a difference in perspective Lotor notes, but Allura does not. The idea of who’s an innocent and who’s not- who’s “okay to kill”- is not what’s being discussed here. It’s the idea that once you establish someone is a noncombatant, civilian, ‘defenseless’, ‘an innocent’- what’s the value of their life?
I think if there’s a point you could potentially argue weakens the argument, it’s that the paladins aren’t doing something comparable to what Lotor is. We see a quieter / less “there is a several hundred person kill count on the line” version with the Blade of Marmora- Allura points out that Kolivan’s been keeping his head down for a long time, which has to have required he and his forces not directly challenging the empire and stopping them from hurting others.
The reality is Lotor, the Blade, and most of the universe has, one way or another, been surviving. They haven’t been in a position to challenge Zarkon directly. The paladins, as soon as they enter the field, are in that position. So basically the paladins never have to worry about playing survival, or about “what they can afford or not”- it’s all do or die. They don’t play a long game of defense. And this isn’t exclusive to aliens, either- we see this in season 7, with the Garrison. Again, same issue: “playing survival when you don’t have the resources to win”- creates an environment where morally gray, or even morally offensive, choices, look tempting.
Ultimately though, I don’t think that’s too meaningful as a discussion to have- that they ‘should have’ put the Paladins through the trolley problem purely to give them potential grounds to argue with Lotor about. The truth is, no matter how much I like Lotor as a character, I agree with the series’ consensus that this was crossing a line.
(And, I feel like mentally stuffing helpless slaves inside of the cruisers that are blown up for every space battle purely to insist Voltron killed innocents is also not a productive intellectual game- because you need to think of this as a story. Things happen in a story to tell a certain message- they are ruled by multiple factors.
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There’s an impostor
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender, Among Us (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Among Us (Video Game) Setting, Based on a Tumblr Post, Cuban Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) Is Trying, Sassy Pidge | Katie Holt, Shiro Doesn't Give A Fuck, Hunk (Voltron) is so Pure, Hunk it's scared, Mild Blood, Not too much, But it's there, Dialogue Heavy, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies Summary:
Dead body reported. Keith ran to the cafeteria, the place where he had woken up. All the other astronauts were there, some restless, some sitting in chairs, and some just pacing from one side to the other. "Well, now we are all here" Blue spoke. "Pidge and I found Brown dead in the engine room." "Lance and I haven't seen anyone pass by, but we had to warn you." "So, what do we do?" Pink asked from the cafeteria chair. "Vote skip." Keith saw through his screen how everyone was voting by pressing a key on their arm, at the same time, in his viewer he could see who had voted. "Hey, Red, are you going to vote?" Lance asked. Keith jumped a bit with fright, apparently, he had been thinking for a long time and was the last one to vote. "I'm not 'Red', my name is Keith" and with that he voted skip. Running out the waiting time and being able to do the tasks again.
CREWMATE
There is an impostor among us
The red lettering illuminating the inside of his helmet.
Keith didn't know what was happening, but panic began to swirl in his chest. He had been awakened by the red light from the letters on his helmet confused without knowing where he was.
The red lights disappeared revealing where he was. Apparently, he was in a cafeteria, more astronauts of different colours were around him. He tried talking to them to find out what was going on, but the moment he spoke no one answered, realizing that he couldn't communicate with other people.
Inside his helmet there were different symbols, among them there was a list with tasks that he had to do and next to it was a map with small exclamations. It was probably homework.
Walking, looking at the map at the same time, he went to the first task: to shoot down asteroids. A smile formed on his face, finally something he knew how to do. He sat in the command chair and reached for the controls, and one by one he shot down the asteroids that appeared through the large window that looked out into space. When no more asteroids appeared, large green letters illuminated his hull:
Task completed.
He proudly got out of his chair, and walked to the next task, which in small print said Control Room. But before he could get very far, the sound of an alarm made him jump out of place, red letters filling his entire visor.
Dead body reported.
Keith ran to the cafeteria, the place where he had woken up. All the other astronauts were there, some restless, some sitting in chairs, and some just pacing from one side to the other.
"Well, now we are all here" Blue spoke. "Pidge and I found Brown dead in the engine room."
"Lance and I haven't seen anyone pass by, but we had to warn you."
"So, what do we do?" Pink asked from the cafeteria chair.
"Vote skip."
Keith saw through his screen how everyone was voting by pressing a key on their arm, at the same time, in his viewer he could see who had voted.
"Hey, Red, are you going to vote?" Lance asked.
Keith jumped a bit with fright, apparently, he had been thinking for a long time and was the last one to vote.
"I'm not 'Red', my name is Keith" and with that he voted skip. Running out the waiting time and being able to do the tasks again.
He moved away from all the other astronauts, still a little shocked that the impostor was killing people. Before he could get away from the cafeteria an arm stopped his way. Before he could react by kicking them, Keith saw that it was not anyone but Lance.
“What do you want?” Keith asked him, only to found out, that, again, no one could hear him. So instead, he moved his hands on a way that will replicate that sentence.
Lance apparently got the message because he started to move around him and doing shit, a little after he realised that Lance was making fun of him, and with his face red full of shame, very proudly shoved him away and went to do tasks.
He was doing his tasks and he wanted to finish. It was all he asked. He wanted to finish this already and sleep. He was really sleepy. So, why did the lights turn off, huh? Before he could get angrier, footsteps sounded everywhere, putting him on alert. With dangerous confidence he stepped out from wherever he was and started walking to the electric room, footsteps could be heard around him, but he couldn’t see anything. Before Keith stepped into the electric room, someone pushed him into a wall.
Keith tried to grab anything around him, but he was with nothing, the only thing to defend him was his own body. He tensed up all the way up his spin, ready to beat anyone.
The person tried to stop his body from fighting and started to make moves with their hands and whole body. Keith squinted into the darkness trying to make out the silhouette, the faint light that came out from his visor made him guess the colour of his suit.
Blue.
That means that the one who pushed him into the wall was Lance.
Without realising his body let out a sigh of relieve, he didn’t know why, there was an impostor among them, so why he did feel relieve when he saw him?
In the dark, Lance, was making movements signalling him to follow him into the electric room. With caution, he followed him leaving a safe gap between them just in case he needed to run. On the map, a yellow exclamation was on the electric room warning him that there was a task that they needed to do, so, Keith got into work. Lance, who was besides him, started helping him, squinting into the dark. Short after, the light was up, and they could see again.
That relieve was cut abruptly when both saw the two bodies on the floor. The image in front of them almost made Keith throw up: they were cut in half, their spines showing, blood was everywhere, their top halves nowhere to be seen. It was nauseating.
Numbly, he quickly reported the dead bodies and helped Lance to carry them into a safe place on the ship. Lance kept giving him glances for the whole process, making sure that Keith was okay. Seconds later they were again on the cafeteria, were everyone was there.
All of them looked at him waiting for answers but he ignored him until he was helped by Lance to sit on a chair.
“Two bodies. On electric. White and Purple. We didn’t see anyone.”
“It’s a little funny to me that Lance it’s always there when there’s a body” Pink said.
“¿Qué bolá contigo? I was with him all the time! Right, Keith?” Lance gesture a lot when he talks, thought Keith.
Everyone looked at Keith, expecting for an answer, “It’s true, he was with me” Pink huffed and crossed their arms.
“That’s my amigo. See, Pinky, I told you~.”
“My name it’s not Pinky, moron. I’m Allura.”
“Hey, yuma! It’s not my fault that I can’t see your names.”
“Yellow, Black and Orange are really quiet. All the time” Pidge interrupted the small talk between Allura and Lance.
“I was with princess Allura all the time. I’m his protector” Orange said, a hand on his heart looking fondly at Allura. Lance on the other hand spurted all over himself at the word princess.
“Don’t get Coran into this, his behind my back all the time.”
“Yellow?” Pidge turn quickly to them.
“Wh-what? N-no. I swear it’s not me! I did the scan! The scan scanned me!” The hands of Yellow were flying everywhere, their voice shaking with fear. “And my name it’s not Yellow, it’s Hunk” he murmured wile fidgeting over his costume.
“Really, Hunk?” Pidge said with malice. “So, what did the scan said, huh?”
“My height, weight, my colour-”
“I was messing with ya, I saw you doing the scan” Pidge grunted feeling bad for the big guy.
“Black, dude, what about you?” Lance shout to the men in black.
“I didn’t do it.”
“That’s it?” Lance looked around him trying to figure Black out. “Acere, you don’t have to sell yourself into being a sus.”
“I’m not selling myself into being the suspect. I’m telling truth” Black grunted as they crossed their arms on defence.
Lance looked at him with his eyebrows slightly raised and let a resigned sigh, “Now, Black it’s also not the impostor, so what are-”
“I’m not Black.”
“Well, I can see that” Lance looked up and down into Black's Asian face.
Black looked at him deadpanned, with their eyebrows drawn together, “I’m Shiro. Not Black.”
“Why are y'all so mean to me. I don’t know your names!” Lance shouted, moving his arms in the air. Looking at Lance so carefree made almost Keith smile.
“I think it’s Shiro” Allura cut Lance speech before it went too far.
“Yeah? Why so?” Shiro said with cockiness.
“Because.”
“Princess Allura, don’t be like that-.”
“Yeah, princess don’t be like that” Shiro made fun of her.
“Guys! We need to decide” urged Pidge.
Allura, without thinking twice, pressed the key on her arm, being the first one to vote. While doing so, she looked straight into the eyes of Shiro.
Keith, not knowing what to do, voted skip. Feeling something heavy on his stomach. Shiro was a great suspect, but the whole thing made him back up on his decision. Seconds later, all the people voted.
Four votes to Shiro.
Shiro was going to be ejected from the ship.
A mechanic arm catched Shiro from his waist before he could say anything, the arm throwed him into the space. All of them watched as Shiro flew into the universe, getting lost into the darkness. Before they could go back and do task, letters were formed on the big window.
Shiro was not the impostor.
Shocked, Keith was going to say something, but his voice didn’t reach out to others, meaning that it was time to do tasks again. Turning around, he saw that the only people left in the room was him and Hunk, who was scrunch on a chair gripping his head and shaking.
Keith was going to leave him behind, but seeing the big boy so scared alone made Keith feeling bad. Walking to him, Keith put a and on Hunk’s shoulder encouraging him to go with him to do tasks together. That seemed to lift his mood up, and like a loyal dog, he went behind Keith’s back, gripping is astronaut costume while fidgeting.
An exclamation was on the security room, Keith walk in and was surprised to see Lance too. Before he could talk to him a sound came from the hallway and before he could do react, Keith saw Hunk runaway down the hallway. He wanted to run and catch him but the door on security room was block on his face.
“Wow, what a jerk. You okay?” the voice of Lance filled the small room. Wait, he could talk? “Yeah, we can talk if you take out your helmet kitty” Lance said slyly, Keith frowned at that pet name. “I wouldn’t try to move if I were you. But you are going to lose anyways” he shrugged. “Coran and Allura are dead. Hunk it’s running away, quien sabe dios. And Pidge is trapped somewhere on this ship.”
Lance sat down on the only chair in the security room, “You are the only one that I liked. From the beginning. Also, you kindda cute kitty, not gonna lie” Keith, against his will, blushed at the compliment.
“Are you going to kill me or what?”
Lance got up and walk into his direction, pinning him into the close door. Lance was a few inches taller than him, making Keith to lift his head reluctant.
“I mean… I want to win” Lance whispered into the air. “Maybe next time we are on the same team kitty, but right now you are the only thing that’s on my way.”
“And why is that? Kill me right now and I will be not on your way.”
“Because I like you” Lance bowed down, and kiss him on either cheek, slowly and warm. “That’s why. I’m sorry.”
Finally, Keith could see the wiped blood on Lance costume, making his costume even darker on some spots, also on his face, making is blue eyes gentle eyes more sadistic.
The alarm warned them that the oxygen was failing second by second, resigning to his fate, Keith hugged Lance and kissed him on the cheek, like the other one did, surprising him a little bit, and before he could think of the other’s one skin against his lips, of how warm he was and soft he was. A quick pain flowered on his chest and Keith knew that Lance just stabbed him. The last thing he saw was Lance’s face screw up on hot tears against his cold face.
IMPOSTOR
There’s 2 impostors among us
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