#blind pidge au

[chibi-pix]

With Shiro missing and the universe still needing Voltron, Keith is led to being the next leader of Voltron, but he isn't sure he could handle it. With this, Pidge decides he needs a break and some support and a good talking to.

[swagging-back-to]

seetttthing scalding hot take but honestly i feel no sympathy or theoretical sadness about altea being blown to bits. the few alteans we DO know are all assholes. clearly the universe isn't missing much. in fact, if you look at the only canon universe that DOES still have altea--- they go on to be just as bad as the galran empire if not even worse.

so yeah. maybe zarkon did the universe a small favor before he went truly off the deep end.

edit; just found out alteans destroyed Diabaazal long before zarkon destroyed altea. nothing ANYONE says can convince me alteans are anything *but* the real villain of the show. they got what they deserved.

[minamorsart]

What , And how did you start pairing lotura, And Plance .?

Ooooh boy am I excited to answer this!!! This is going to be a long answer, hope you don't mind! Because I have some specific memories about these two ships, particularly lotura, that I would absolutely love to share with you!

Prepare for a long read! Hehe

Starting with lotura, when season 3 came out and Lotor made his debut, of course I was all 👀👀👀 Because that day something awoke in 19 year old me that I didn't realize could ever be awoken lol. And I wish I could remember exactly what my reaction was to his cat-and-mouse chase with Allura in the episode "The Hunted", but at the time I must not have considered the idea of them ever going in the direction of a romance. Looking back now though, how could I have been so blind??! That chase scene is HOT. I mean just look at them!!! Look at Lotor especially woah mama 😳

Season 4 was mediocre to me at the time, I will confess, for a lot of different reasons. But then season 5, man... SEASON 5!!!! I remember it was March 3rd, 2018. I wasn't keeping up with the show anymore, but I just so happened to see an article online that said season 5 had been released the day before on Netflix. I told my sister and we decided, "eh, let's watch at least the first episode."

And we watched the first episode, alright. And then another, and then another and another until we watched all six episodes in one sitting. We were both blown away! Lotor... Allura... together???? 😲

Their adventures, their chemistry, their clear attraction to one another... I was OBSESSED!!! I shipped them hardcore after that. They were and are still my #1 OTP, and it's because of them that I really tried to work hard and improve my art! I wanted to draw them all the time, making mini comics and AUs, and while their tragic ending actually left me in tears and I was upset for a really long time, I can now say that I have been able to heal and move on from it--eh, mostly anyway, haha.

It still hurts, but 5 years later I feel that I've matured and come to a greater understanding and acceptance. I have come to really appreciate how perfect they are for each other, both aesthetically of course (cuz lookit that sexual dimorphism babeyyy) as well as the many, many things they have in common. I have also come to appreciate their flaws, their imperfections, and the mistakes they made regarding each other and their relationship. They may have gotten a sad ending, but they were still truly equals in every way. It's just beautiful, and my love for them now is stronger than ever :')

For Lance and Pidge on the other hand, it's not quite as clear as when I started shipping them! I remember rolling my eyes at Lance and Allura's first meeting, like "okay Lance is one of THESE guys, here we go 🙄"

Other than that I didn't really ship Lance or Pidge with anyone! If I'm recalling correctly, I don't think it wasn't until after season 6 that I started shipping them together. I remember reading metas and analyses of their relationship that people were making in anticipation for season 7's release, and the more I thought about it, the more I started to really like the idea of Lance and Pidge getting together! And there are definitely subtle hints throughout the earlier seasons of Pidge's feelings for Lance, as well as their fun chemistry with one another, like the episode "Space Mall"!

The hints are not so subtle to me now, but back then it wasn't until I watched season 7 that I actually became hopeful that they could be a couple! I especially loved the moments when Pidge indirectly called Lance "cute, in a creepy, hideous sort of way" lol, and when Lance become very protective over Pidge in such a way that I don't think we ever saw him react before! I was honestly taken aback by that moment!

And again, their ending was definitely less than satisfactory, particularly Lance's ending (still hate it with a passion), but just like with Lotura's relationship, I have also come to appreciate many things about Plance's relationship today. While Lotor and Allura have so much in common and are able to reach an understanding with each other that they can't with anyone else, it would seem at first that Pidge and Lance are far too different to be compatible. And it is true that they are very different, but for one, that can be a good thing! The foundations of some relationships are built off of their differences. It can make someone more compassionate and more open-minded when they have a willingness to accept and appreciate the differences they have with their partner, and a willingness to take a genuine interest in the things that their partner is passionate about, even if they don't completely understand.

And two, at the same time, Pidge and Lance DO have things in common! They both love their families, both have a stronger connection to Earth compared to the other paladins, and they are able to bond with one another over fun pastimes such as video games! How cute is that??!

And just like with Lotor and Allura, I also love Pidge and Lance for their flaws. It did take me a while to come around to Lance, because while he has his funny moments and one-liners, I also found him very annoying at times lol. But I think the fact that he can be really annoying honestly makes him the most realistic character in Voltron. Not necessarily the most relatable, at least not for me, but definitely the most human! Because there are people in our real lives that we love and cherish deeply, but they absolutely have their moments where you go, "ugh, you're so annoying and it really frustrates me when you act this way" but we still wouldn't trade them for the world 🥰

And just to draw one last comparison between Lotura and Plance, I especially LOVE how incredibly different the two pairings are even from each other! To me, Lotor and Allura are sexy and passionate, while Pidge and Lance are pure and fun! They're all so unique and special in their own ways, and they bring so much to the table, both for their characters and for their relationships.

I can't help but write essays every time I get asks, I'm so sorry lol 😭 There's so much more I could say about these guys, but I think I'd better stop here haha! I had a lot of fun writing about Lotura and Plance, and I hope you had just as much fun reading this! I really love these characters a lot. I'm so incredibly grateful that they exist, even if in the form of fiction, and I'm even MORE grateful that my love for them has continued to grow over the years. Thank you so much for the ask!!!! 💖💜💙💚

Oh and one last thing: we were robbed of a lot of different potential interactions with a lot of different characters, but I have to say it would have been fun to see more of Lotor and Lance interacting with each other! Lance was always acting out due to his jealousy, while Lotor on the other hand mostly just ignored him lol.

[shanastoryteller]

ShanaStoryteller’s Prompt Answers Masterlist V - Z

VOLTRON

Altean Prince Lance Crown Prince Lance Dense Keith Garrison Friendships Lance and Blue Lance asks Keith out Shallurance Trans Keith Trans Keith, Part 2 Trans Keith, Part 3 Trans Keith and Pidge

THE WALLFLOWER

Sunako and Safety Sunako Oda

WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE 

Carlos

THE WITCHER

Bad at Love Fertility God Jaskier Fertility God Jaskier, Part 2 Fertility God Jaskier, Part 3 Fertility God Jaskier, Part 4 Halloween Husbands and Yennefer Husbands and Yennefer, Part 2 Husbands and Yennefer, Part 3 Jaskier the Bard Too Smart Too Pretty Witchersexual Jaskier

YURI ON ICE

Assassin AU Blind Date CASO Add On CASO Snippet Chris and Yuuri, Part 1 Chris and Yuuri, Part 2 Chris and Yuuri, Part 3 Yuuri and Chris, Part 4 Yuuri and Chris, Part 5 Chris on Yuuri Coach Yuuri Coach Yuuri, Part 2 Coach Yuuri, Part 3 Coach Yuuri, Part 4 Coach Yuuri, Part 5 Coach Yuuri, Part 6 Coach Yuuri, Part 7 Coach Yuuri, Part 8 Escort!Yuuri Yuri Sees Ghosts Yuri Sees Ghosts, Part 2 Yuri Sees Ghosts, Part 3 Goblin Fusion High School AU Hogwarts AU Just a hedgewitch Just a hedgewitch, Part 2 Just a Hedgewitch, Part 3 Just a Hedgewitch, Part 4 Just a Hedgewitch, Part 5 Just a Hedgewitch, Part 6 Just a Hedgewitch, Part 7 Language Problems Mafia AU Phichit and Yuri Post CaSO Slytherin!Yuuri

[ditzydisaster13]

By the Best of the Lightning Strike

”By the Best of the Lightning Strike” is a Voltron Fantasy Au I’ve been working on. It’s been more mental preparation than anything I’ve written down as of late. But I’m planning plenty of art for it.

The characters are primarily Elven knights and warriors. Galra and Altean are all species of their own. With separate kingdoms and soldiers. Other “aliens”-> which are recognized as more mythological creatures and species themselves, belong as stand alone creatures or those under the rule, either willing or not, of Galra vs Altean-Voltron. Voltron is what they call their knights. Their best fighters are:

Lancelot (Lance) Ladron. His last name might mean thief. But only of hearts and frowns. A flirtatious soldier with glassy ocean eyes and a pure and unadulterated love for the stars and the sea alike. He has great power. Of water and rain, storm and wind. With his sickness comes weariness. He is physically strong. But Mentally does not allow himself the peace and smiles other see in him. He is wounded by the war. The war that leaves him half blind. And the war of the raging and roaring water and hurricanes that crash in his head. He is wonderful with a Sword. A bow and Arrow strikes through the most powerful currents. But his intentions to the world happen to be his strongest weapons. He is wise beyond his jokes. And a Master of craft. His magic is purely dispensable to him. And wonderful to others. He is among the last humans (aside his family, half elven and half human. He is mostly human) in Altea. But he won’t let the Purple trolls of Galran territory graze his pride.

Keith Keiden (name basically means Warrior from the wood of the battlefield.) Is a Grunt. A type of Fae that remain on the shorter side, with tempers that can be difficult to control. They are family people. And do not take being abandoned well. They are brisk and good fighters. Who fight with force and trickery. They are sneaky and prideful in not only their skills but their keen. Keith is also half Galra. Which results in some slight discrimination and anger when he reveals his bloodline. However, as well as a Voltron Soldier and Knight to Altea, his loyalties are split to the Blade of marmora. Garland and half Galran species who in turn want nothing to do with their kingdom or ancestry that fight independently, in small groups, and occasionally on the side of the Alteans. They often prefer Solitude. But Love is in fact their greatest weapons. A master of sword and blade, Keith is also a Dramonk. A name derived from the ancient and rare people of the dragons, meaning fire wielder. Flume of red and pink burst and burn from his hands. Dousing into rolling smoke. His anger gets the best of him. But a certain “thief” knows all too many way to douse the flames.

Dove Holt (Pidge/Katie. -> Holt actually means forest.) Despite Her [She/They pronouns for Pidge] less that forestric life, one home in the woods, a second in the workshop her father uses to study space, they are a lovely person. Dove, typically known as Pidge, is a Grunt. A distant Altean/Elven great grandmother somewhere in her blood. Dove, or Pidge, has the ability to connect with thee earth. He love and excitement for the future of space travel and technology is evident in her slick and mobile style of dressing. Despite her ladylike voice, they are sarcastic and witty. Athletic and feisty. Their connection to nature is in the soil. The vines that grow from her arms and allow her to launch herself great distances.

[sashiavi]

Dw i got you girl! I’ve thought of all the ways that hybrid bird farmer would work out (i daydream a lot 😭 I swear i do things)

1.) Wings on back, and talon feet. The bird feet stop at the knee and go back to normal human anatomy above the knee. I feel like the mobility would be nice, seeing as birds can pick things up with their feet easily. The wings on the back can have the ability but it depends on the bird that the farmer is a hybrid on. Like eagles and hawks would be a good size, vaulters would have pretty wings but too big. Ravens, crows, and owls would be a good size for just short distances.

2.) tail feathers (depends on the bird for how long or grand it is) and more bird attributes. Bird attributes can be feathers on various body parts for warmth, and in the winter more feathers grow to help with the cold temperatures. Also an attribute would be color blindness but good far-sight.

I came up with the idea of the npcs talking about how the new farmer is a chicken hybrid, and it caught shane’s attention. When Shane went to check out if the Farmer actually is, imagine his shock when he found out instead of a mother hen farmer, the farmer was actually raised by a bunch of roosters, making them a little rougher than what the little town is used too.

-💫

Coming in clutch with the big brain ideas !

This really makes me think of the humanoid visuals of Crow and Pidge from 'Winged' by Laica Chrose ! Feathery, fluffy, and bird feet hehe

Honestly! You ought to write up these ideas! I can tell you have many great ones floating around in that noggin of yours hehe

I definitely have gone through many Wing Fic/Wing AU phases- I can imagine SDV Bachelors helping Farmer preen, ah cute~

[unfindable-author]

@keepingwhumpwiththekardashians i think i found some good ones! They aren’t overly angsty + I tried to find a different variety of fics to hopefully help find one you like

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Past Violence, Scars, Sleepy Kisses, Talking About Scars, Insecure Lance (Voltron)

Summary:

Lance has hard days.

The memories, the regrets.... the scars.

But Keith loves every part of him and will make sure lance knows this.

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Keith (Voltron), Space Dad Shiro (Voltron), Protective Shiro (Voltron), Keith & Shiro (Voltron) are Adoptive Siblings, Hunk & Lance (Voltron) Friendship, Hunk (Voltron) is so Pure, Hunk (Voltron) is a Good Friend, Guilt, Lance (Voltron) Angst

Summary:

It's 2023 and I'm new here! Hi! I'm watching the series for the first time I had to get this off my chest. Season 1 Episode 6:

Canon: Lance, distracted by pretty alien Nyma, ends up loosing Blue to space pirates. The paladin crew has to go rescue Blue and bring her back. Shiro sends Keith after them into an asteroid belt to flush them out.

My what if: Keith ends up seriously injured on this resuce mission. Meanwhile Lance can do nothing but listen over the comms while Keith is in danger because of him.

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Lance's Family (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Earth AU, klance, Crying, Cuddling & Snuggling, collage acceptance, Keith’s a mess, lance comforts him, their in love your honer, Cute, Oneshot, Fluff, Lance (Voltron) Speaks Spanish, cursing, mentioned panic attacks, Mentioned speeding, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

Keith and Lance have earned themselves a reputation as the “inseparable pair” but what happens when one of them has to leave the other for a bit?

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Fan Fiction Library - Challenge, Keith (Voltron)-centric, Keith/Lance (Voltron)-centric, Established Relationship, Established Keith/Lance (Voltron), Gay Keith (Voltron), Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Blindness, Self-Sacrifice, Hurt Keith (Voltron), Panic, Panic Attacks, Lance (Voltron) is a Good Boyfriend, Healing, Medical Procedures, Insecurity, Self-Esteem Issues, Keith (Voltron) Needs a Hug, Soft Lance (Voltron), Soft Keith (Voltron), Soft Keith/Lance (Voltron), klance, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Training, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Head Injury, Fist Fights, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Caretaking, Needy Keith (Voltron), Swimming Pools, Carrying, Heartbreaking, Heart-to-Heart, Vulnerability, Hope, Forehead Kisses, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, soft, Happy Ending, Hopeful Ending, Fluffy Ending

Series: Part 19 of FFL Promptmonth 2021 - Voltron LD stories ft. Keith, Lance and Klance

Summary:

A temporarily blind Paladin isn't a liability, right?

Keith isn't a liability... right??

The team knows that he isn't - but Keith needs to be convinced of that.

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Lance & Voltron Paladins, Keith & Lance (Voltron), Hunk & Lance (Voltron), Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura & Lance (Voltron), Lance & Shiro (Voltron), Lance & Veronica (Voltron), Coran & Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Veronica (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron) (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Team as Family, Paladins, Nightmares, varadero beach, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Pre-Slash, Temporary Character Death, Lance (Voltron) Speaks Spanish, Injury Recovery, Self-Esteem Issues, Bisexual Lance (Voltron), BUT it's not talked about, 5+1 Things, Canon Compliant, except there's no allurance here, Worry, Crying, Secrets

Summary:

exactly what the title says

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canon compliant but Lance never really liked Allura- it was friendship flirting

pre-Klance

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Keith Kogane, Lance McClain, Hunk (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Near Death Experiences, Minor Character Death, Injury Recovery, Keith has an emotional breakdown, Hunk (Voltron) is a Good Friend, Major Character Injury, no one dies, Established Keith/Lance (Voltron), Space family

Summary:

Luck can only hold out for so long. Keith almost loses everything in a moment of inattention, leaving Lance to pay for his moment of distraction. Creeping closer to the edge, he struggles with the cost.

The team does their best to help.

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 06, Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety, Healing, Pining Lance (Voltron), Pining Keith (Voltron), Mutual Pining, Insecure Lance (Voltron), Hurt Lance (Voltron), Hurt Keith (Voltron), Angst, Fluff, Injury Recovery, TW IN SECOND CHAPTER (ANXIETY ATTACK)

Summary:

How does one ever handle the gaping hole of space by themselves?

With the weight of insecurities and remerging feelings it is deemed almost impossible!

Well, not for Lance Mcclain that is.

By all accounts, he is the master of these attributes.

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Coran (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Black Paladin Keith (Voltron), Red Paladin Lance (Voltron), Asexual Keith (Voltron), Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Galra Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Has ADHD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Anxiety, Someone Loses a Leg Three Guesses Who, Hospitals, Surgery, Minor Original Character(s), Minor Allura/Lotor (Voltron), Near Death Experiences, Amputation, I'm Tagging a lot of Potentially Frightening Stuff but it's obviously not that Graphic, Injury Recovery, Head Injury, Short-Term Memory Loss, Established Relationship, Team as Family

Series: Part 7 of And Never Again Feel Weak

Summary:

Keith remembers every detail in vivid clarity.

Remembers the fear shaking down to his bones. Remembers Red's anguish burning their link, threaded through his own skin. Remembers a soft noise through the frazzled comms, barely there at all. Remembers the pain in his hands and his straining muscles as he tried to force Black's jaws open.

Remorse was like a waterfall between them.

She couldn't save them both.

//Lance and Keith deal with the aftermath of a traumatic acciden

Finally let myself accept the realization that you should just never read an angst fic involving/following Klance, no matter how much hurt/comfort there is. It will. Never. Be enough to fix WHATEVER the fuck just happened.

Like holy shit did that hurt.

[lxiewrites]

Fic trope mashup: 46 & 71, Klance

46. Blind date & 71. 24hrs to live

1) @mushroomgarden144p Damn I’m so sorry it took so long, I just got really busy with school and making a cosplay prop before I left for home 

2) I went overboard as usual so I hope you enjoy!! shit it’s over 5k i thought it was less

“You sure you can do this, Mullet?” Lance teased. He could see his partner in crime fiddle with the silverware on the table. If his Mamá were there she would’ve smacked those elbows off the table. He watched as those fingers freeze before dropping onto his napkin-covered lap.

Lance adjusted the monitors, making the slightly blurry picture clear to the point he could see that Keith didn’t get a manicure like he told him. Reaching over he played with the dials to adjust the audio so he could hear the low bustle of the restaurant in the background. Not as good as it would have been with Hunk or Pidge but this was a solo mission. Or a solo duo mission… Whatever mission it is with only two people. Though it has been drilled into their heads to use the emergency communicator in any emergencies but it was a simple information grab.

He highly doubted that they would need it.

Keith scoffed, adjusting his glasses making the picture on the monitor jostle. “Contrary to popular belief I have gone on dates, Lance.”

“Really? Where, McDonald’s?” Lance laughed.

“No. Burger King.”

A sharp burst of laughter escaped from deep in his belly, rocking back in his glee and nearly hitting the other side of the van. Laughter tapering off he wiped away a tear that formed in his eye. “Well, this place is a slightly higher pay grade than Burger King. If you’re stuck think what would Lance do~”

He could practically hear his eyes roll. “Just focus on watching my back, Lance.”

“It’s not my fault I’m too handsome for this case, Mullet.”

“Yes, but it is your fault for being seen with Allura and being in the tabloids for two weeks straight,” Keith nagged.

Like he forgot. For two weeks his pictures with Allura were everywhere, speculating whether he was some young tycoon or some model. Anyway, they could figure out why he held The Princess’s attention. Wild stories of him being her new boyfriend or just a fling. But they did die down after a week when he kept out of the limelight.

Lance frowned at the fancy glass of ice water that appeared on the table, the video moving up to the politely smiling face of the waiter. Keith’s hand entered the bottom corner, thankfully waving the waiter away.

He got a close up look at the ice cubes as they clinked against the glass when Keith took a sip. Keeping the drink to his mouth Keith muttered, “Just for the fact that you were on the news makes you a high profile. We needed discretion.”

Lance pouted and crossed his arms. “How was I to know that the paparazzi was there? Allura was giving me the profile on your date. Remember?”

“We’re spies, Lance!” Keith whispered shouted into his drink before setting it down. “You’re supposed to know when you’re followed.”

“Well, I’m sorry I’m such a fuck up, Keith.”

Keith’s sigh made the mic crackle with static. “Lance—“

“Shh, shut up, shut up, she’s coming.”

A tall, gorgeous, and willowy redhead approached them with a wide smile, her light blue eyes bright with enthusiasm. “You’re Keith, right? Allura told me a lot about you, I’m Roze but you can call me Ezor or Ezzy!”

The video bobbed as Keith nodded. Maybe they should’ve put the camera in the tie. ���Nice to meet you, Ezor.”

“Just had to go with the boring route didn’t you,” Lance critiqued.

Before Keith took out her chair he tapped on his ear where the earring bug was, causing a screech to blare right into Lance’s ear. Keith didn’t show any signs of his ears bleeding as he pushed in Ezor’s chair for her.

“Oh, such a gentleman!” she teased. She set her forearms on the table and propped her pointed chin in the palm of her hand. “So how do you know Allura?”

“I met her through work,” Keith said waving for the waiter to come by with menus. “You?”

“Oh, I guess I don’t know her that well. She’s like this associate with my boss’s son. Just came up today and asked if I wanted to go on a blind date. And I’m not one to pass up a free meal so I was like, ‘sure! Why not?’” She smiled at Keith, blue eyes slitting in amusement.

Lance could probably guess why Allura chose this one for them to go on a date with. Friendly with a bit of a motor mouth, but Lance still had an uneasy feeling about this girl. Her demeanor too friendly, smile too sharp and getting that small piece of information buried under the avalanche of words.

He cracked his neck on either side. Leaning forward to the mike as if Keith could hear him better he said, “Game face on, Mullet. It’s date time.”

-

Lance at this point was bored out of his mind and fighting the temptation of playing games on his phone. Obviously, he can’t because that’s “unprofessional” but whatever.

“How is it that you haven’t gotten any relevant information from her so far?”

He could see Keith’s hand tighten on his fork before placing it on the table. Keith pushed his empty plate away from him, getting up from the table. “If you’ll excuse me, I just need to go to the restroom.”

Ezor beamed at him, giving him a little wave. “Go ahead, I’ll order dessert.”

Keith hurried to the bathroom, the golden ornate decorations of the restroom blurring in his haste. Reaching the bathroom and locking it behind him he tore off his glasses and glared at the small camera embedded in the frame.

Keith’s furious purple eyes took up the entirety of the screen. Despite the high definition of the camera, his skin was still perfectly clear and soft looking. “Excuse me if the subject of experimental, hallucinatory, and extremely dangerous drugs haven’t casually come up in the conversation!” he hissed.

“Just… I don’t know… bring up recreational drugs!” Lance shouted into the van, waving his hands. “Like what does she do to relax? Then just say that you use weed and go from there!”

Keith pursed his lips. His eyes darted to the side in the way that he did when he was considering something. He looked back at the screen, resigned. “Fine. I’ll try it. But this better work.”

“Come on, Mullet, when haven’t my plans ever worked?”

“Do you want the list in chronological or alphabetical order?”

“Dick,” he said without heat.

Keith smirked before putting his glasses back on. Looking into the mirror he straightened his navy suit and tightened his ponytail. In the privacy of the van, Lance allowed himself to put a hand to his chest and scream silently into the mic before going back to watch Keith fiddle with his silverware.

She clapped when the waiter deposited something oozing with chocolate and only two spoons in between them. She looked up flirtatiously at Keith, batting her eyes. “I didn’t know what you wanted so I hope you don’t mind sharing.”

“He gay, bitch,” Lance muttered on reflex.

Keith must’ve heard him because he choked out a small laugh before turning it into a coughing fit.

Ezor’s eyebrows rose. “Ookay, then. Or not.”

Keith coughed again before waving his hand. “I’m sorry. Sorry, I would love to.”

She grinned at him again. “Perfect,” she chirped, handing over a long silver spoon.

“So, what do you do to relax, Ezor?” Keith asked, scooping up some hot fudge.

“Mmm, little bit of this, little bit of that. I like shopping and yoga,” she said scooping up some liquid chocolate on her side. She looked up at him and slowly took a bite, taking her sweet ass time licking the spoon. “You?”

“Weed.”

Lance thunked his head on the table.

She laughed. “Wow. Straight to the point. I like that.”

“It’s something I specialize in,” Keith agreed, taking a bite.

She giggled again but Lance still thought she sounded too sharp on the edges. And there was definitely something wrong with her if she didn’t just up and leave after that.

Keith scooped up more chocolate along with a bite of cake, popping it in his mouth before continuing. “So, uh, have you tried weed before?”

Ezor set down her spoon to fold her arms on the table and smile at Keith. “Wouldn’t you like to know~”

The screen moved when Keith shook his head. His hand came up and the video moved up so Lance had a nice video feed of the crystal chandelier in the middle of the room. Lance heard the silverware on the table clatter off-screen.

Fear shot through him so fast it made his stomach hurt. “Keith? You okay buddy?”

The screen focused on the white tablecloth, two elbows on both sides of the shot. “Just…dizzy…” The screen blurred again when Keith shook his head.

Off-screen Ezor hummed. “Dizzy, huh, that tends to happen.” There was some rustling and the snap of a purse before a few hundred-dollar bills fluttered down in the corner of the screen.

The screech of the chair scraping linoleum was his only warning before the screen blurred once again and he got a close-up shot of a long, pink evening gown pressed up against Keith’s blue suit. Keith’s feet were heavy and lurching as he stumbled next to the dainty gold shoes.

Lance’s heart hammered in his chest as he sent out a secure signal of their location. “Keith, buddy, you’re going to have to get out of there.”

“’M dizzy,” he mumbled.

Lance’s leg was bouncing so fast it blurred. “I know you are buddy, just hold on for a bit.” He had to get him but he couldn’t just drop everything to just go in and grab him. Millions of lives are hinged on the information. But the mission was already pretty much screwed; he should just go in and grab him. Right?

“Pft, that’s just the beginning. You’re gonna be a lot more than just dizzy soon.” Ezor muttered. She expertly maneuvered them into a less populated area, reducing Keith’s behavior as a state of drunkenness.

Out of sight in the back alley she dumped him onto the wet ground, shining in the glow of the streetlight. Keith’s head tilted back to the point where Lance could see her casually flip back her hair in a high pony and slip a vial out of her purse.

Crouching down in front of them she held up the purple liquid. “Y’all have such a hard-on for this shit.” She tossed it in the air before catching it in her hand. “Since you got this far Haggar told me I could tell you that this is quintessence. Left alone it’s one hell of a hallucinogen, but processed,” she smirked at the camera. “I’d say you only have about twenty-four hours to live.” Ezor’s blue eyes looked right into the camera as if she was looking right at him. “I would hurry if I were you.”

Fuck it.

It might be a trap but he had to go get his partner. Grabbing the communicator, he stuffed it in his pocket before grabbing a gun and rushing out of the van doors.

The streets were dark, only a few people left milling around the restaurant. Sliding the gun in the waistband of his jeans at the small of his back he snuck around the front of the building to the small alley hidden between the buildings.

With slow steps, soft splashes were the only indicator of his location. He paused before the opening of the alley, the angle of the streetlight keeping him in the shadows. He took the gun from the small of his back, cocking it in hand before leaping from his hiding spot.

Only to drop it to his side.

No one was there, the date was gone without a trace and Keith was lying there groaning on the ground. Flipping the safety on he ran to his friend, heart beating away in his throat. Dropping the gun on the asphalt and grabbing Keith’s hands he took them between his own and rubbed them to bring some warmth back. The icy coldness of his hands seeping in and turning the flesh a faint purple.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I fucked up.” He wrapped an arm around Keith’s shoulders, rubbing them to possibly keep more warmth in. He took the communicator from his pocket and set it on Keith’s lap. “I’m so fucking sorry, Keith. Jesus Christ this is all my fault.”

He activated the communicator in Keith’s lap, the crackly voice of a tired Pidge on the other end. “Pidge, Keith is down. We need an extraction. Get 911 and poison control.”

Pidge didn’t ask any questions, the telltale clicking the only clue that she was sending out a team. “Team’s on their way, as is 911 and poison control is in process. What happened, Lance?”

Lance was silent for a moment, internally berating himself for letting this happen. “We didn’t know but his date poisoned Keith with the processed quintessence.”

Something clattered on the other side of the line. “Jesus fuck.”

“Yeah,” Lance said morosely. It was like he was hearing himself over a recording. “We only have twenty-four hours, Pidge.”

“Lance…” She trailed off, her voice small. “We need a sample of the processed quintessence for the antidote, we only have the pure quintessence and we don’t know what they did to it. The best that can happen is to feed him neutralizers and hope it either stops the process or slows it down.”

Lance buried his face in Keith’s neck, squeezing the unconscious man. “I know. Just… be ready to start examining for proteins or chemicals and shit. I’ll make sure to grab the evidence and when they pump his stomach be ready to examine the contents.”

Red and blue lights flashed down the street, the faint sound of sirens getting louder by the second. “The police and ambulance are almost here. You’re gonna have to work fast, Pidge.”

Pidge growled in frustration. “Lance, we’re going to need—“

“And I’ll get it,” he cut off. He sighed and softened his tone. “I’ll get it. Just work with what you can. I have a plan, so you just leave it to good ol’ Lancey Lance.”

There was a distinct tapping against a keyboard as she listened to his bravado. “Fine,” she spat. “I’ll do what I can.”

He hoisted Keith onto his shoulder, arm raised, badge in hand, to wave the police to their location. The alternating lights giving Keith a sickly glow that emphasized how pale he was along with the full baggage claim under his eyes.

“That’s all I need, Pigerino.”

-

Lance paced as he waited for her to answer her phone. The hallway was empty aside from the few nurses running on little sleep and caffeine. All the rooms in the hall were closed and only a few with light creeping from under the doors. The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital hurt his eyes and he grimaced, remembering the last time he had to be there that involved Keith. Except it was his fault this time.

“Yes?” a voice answered, posh and perfect like always.

“Allura, I need a favor.”

“Hello to you too, Lance.” He could practically see the eye roll in her voice. “What is the issue?”

He swallowed around a dry throat. “It’s Keith. He was poisoned and while the team has the pure quintessence the Galra did something to it so we have to get a sample of the processed drug because if we did he’s going to die—“

“Lance, slow down,” she ordered before concern softened her tone. “How long does he have?”

Lance took a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing his eyes so the bright lights didn’t make him dizzier than he already was. “Pidge said they were able to slow the process to a few days but it’s still going to kill him.”

“What do you need?” she asked, though it sounded more like a command.

Leaning against the pristine white wall he sighed. “I need to get a sample of pure quintessence.”

“And what? Steal it?” A sigh heaved on the other side of the line. “Lance, if they poisoned Keith knowing he was a part of Voltron then my position is more than likely compromised.”

“You still have the keys right? The ones you took off of the son?”

“Lance, think, this is not safe. You need to wait and discuss a plan with everyone and go in with a team.”

A loud slap of skin on drywall echoed down the empty hallway. “Keith doesn’t have the time Allura!”

“Lance…”

“Please, Allura. This is all my fault, if I wasn’t seen with you then Keith wouldn’t have had to go in.”

“And have this exact same situation but reversed?” she scolded.

“Allura I have a plan, I just need the key.”

The long, poignant silence felt like a death toll. “You have to at least talk to Shiro before you try to do whatever you’re trying to do.”

Lance’s entire body slumped with the relieved sigh he was holding. “Yes, yes, absolutely, no problem. You got it, princess.”

“Remember, you ha—“

“Yes, yes, Shiro’s approval, no worries, he’ll definitely say yes. I’ll come by for the key later. Thanksloveyoubye!” The words were jumbled into one horrifying Frankenstein of a word in his haste to close the conversation before she could change her mind. Ending the call he placed his hand over his racing heart.

Blowing out a breath he slipped into the room he was pacing in front of.

He walked over to the bed where Keith was laying pale but stable. His brows were furrowed, scowling even in, essentially, a coma. Lance brushed back his bangs, damp from sweat, smoothing out the wrinkles on his forehead. Leaning down, he placed a small kiss to the middle of his forehead. “Hang in there, buddy,” he whispered. “I got your back.”

-

Lance strolled up to the front doors of the Galra Inc. building, waving the stolen key card in front of the sensor. It blinked green twice before the doors slid open with a quiet woosh of air.

Most of the building consisted of sleek metal and purple accents, new technology not released to the public scattered around the room, and that was just the lobby.

He adjusted his red tie, nodding to the receptionist who didn’t even bother looking up and walked to the elevator. He prayed that the key card was the extent of the security needed. He might need to subdue someone if they used any form of retinal or fingerprint scanning. Most of it was banking on the face the keycard belonged to the son of the company. How Allura was able to get it he had no idea but he wasn’t about to question it.

The scanner to the elevator thankfully blinks green twice. Stepping inside the empty elevator he looked the buttons up and down, debating. His eyebrows rose slightly when he noticed a thin opening nearly hidden by the seam where the panel was fused to the elevator.

Licking his lips he slid the keycard in and out of the slit. As soon as he did the elevator started moving, so smoothly he almost didn’t notice. “Okay,” he said, “that works.”

There was no indicator of any floor when the elevator stopped. No ping to alert the passenger. The doors were silent. Cautiously, Lance stepped out on the dark tile, shoes making soft clacking on the floor.

As if he belonged, he ambled through the dimly lit halls, shoes clicking as he went. Lance tried a few doors, either finding no one or a few people in respirators who didn’t look up from their tablets.

He frowned at the ground, annoyed. So far he was unable to find her. It’s not like he thought there would be a flipping directory but he should have gone by her office at some point.

He wandered around more. Hands in his pockets, eyes forward; the perfect picture of someone who knew he belonged there and knew where he was going. Despite the fact he was probably walking around in circles.

The few people in masks who walked the halls merely looked at him, moving on when he nodded at them, some nodded in response. They, too, were also silent. They looked at each other and made a few gestures but he couldn’t hear whatever discussion they were having.

When he turned the corner he paused. He waited five or ten seconds and turned right back around. Stepping lightly he followed the two as they turned a corner.

Following as silently as possible he followed them until they disappeared into a metal door marked with red lights and a WARNING sight bolted over the top.

Finally some progress.

He didn’t hesitate when he reached the door. Only taking a brief moment to get into character. The cool, suave persona that will go in and smoothly demand for a moment of the Haggar’s time.

He grasped the handle when he felt the cold press of a barrel of a gun no his neck.

“Hands up,” a voice as cold as the gun demanded.

Slowly, he raised his hands, shoulder height.

“So what gave me away?” he asked. The muzzle of the gun pressed into the back of his head, tipping it forward until he saw his dress shoes. A foot clad in what looked to be a thick sock kicked his feet apart.

“You’re shoes. You were echoing all around this floor.”

Lance winced, silently cursing himself. His heartbeat pounded in his chest and up to his face and wrists. He huffed out a breath and abruptly held it when the muzzle pressed harder.

“Listen, can, can I just talk?”

“You’re talking right now.”

“I’d rather do this face to face.”

A beat of silence passed.

“Fine, but don’t try anything or I will shoot.”

Strangely, it didn’t sound like a threat or a warning but a fact.

Cautiously, he turned, hands up and eyes down. Raising his head he could see the person behind the voice. She appeared to be female clad in an armor designed to be both flexible and to withstand attacks. Her dark hair was purple in the lighting and her eyes piercing. Neither happy nor even aggressive but intense.

Her expression didn’t change as she nodded at him, a cue to continue.

“I just came here to make a deal with Haggar. My pa—friend was poisoned with quintessence and I came here to offer some sort of exchange to get the antidote or even just a sample for him.”

“Why should I care? It sounds like he was just a casualty.”

He glared. “He’s important.”

Somehow, even without changing her expression he had the distinct feeling she looked at him like he was an idiot. “That just sounds like that’s a benefit to Galra.”

“To me, he’s important to me!” he hissed out. Sighing, he closed his eyes to rein himself in. Opening them again he glared at her. “Listen, I’m pretty high up in Voltron. A favor for a favor. I just need a sample and was going to ask for a trade with Haggar.”

Her eyes flicked to the side and back. “You’re alone.”

Lance could feel his eyebrows twitch down. “Ho—“

“You don’t have a communicator. And you must be pretty stupid to think you can have a fair trade of ‘a favor for a favor’ with Haggar.” She blinked once, twice. The gun moved.

His breath stalled in his chest as he prepared for the impact of the bullet.

He waited. But nothing came.

He watched as she swiftly flipped her gun into her holster at her hip. “Haggar would never let you off so easily.” Digging in another pouch she took out a small vial of purple liquid. She locked eyes with him as she held it up, the liquid swirling in its small container. “A favor for a favor, correct?”

At first, the past thirty seconds didn’t even register. Like his brain lagged, buffered. Lance.exe not found. Then all at once, it was like he was more aware of everything. The dark colors of the corridor were more vivid. He could hear the faint buzzing of the lights at his back. The faded scent of bleach that was used to clean the floor.

He shook his head, blinking until everything came back into focus. ”What?”

Her eyes narrowed at him. Jiggling the vial a bit so the liquid sloshed against the sides she said, “You’d have a better chance of making a deal with me than with Haggar.”

“And what do you exactly have to gain from this?” Lance asked, eyeing her warily.

“A favor,” she held out the sample, “correct?”

Lance hesitated, hand reaching for it but curling in on itself before touching. There had to be some sort of catch. Why would she essentially let him off scot-free? She didn’t know if he would uphold whatever favor she had.

He looked at her where she was staring at him steadily, maybe a tad bit impatient, raising her brows at him as if asking, ‘what are you waiting for?’

He took the vial.

-

As soon as he was in his car speeding away from Galra Inc. he phoned Pidge.

“Pidge!” he shouted when she finally picked up, transferring the call to the car’s Bluetooth.

“Lance,” said operative grimaced at the sound of the stern rumble of his boss instead of Pidge’s sleep-deprived mumbles, “you better have a good explanation for going on a mission without prior authorization.”

He swallowed down the lump in his throat before chuckling awkwardly. “So you see, Shiro, it was a bit of a time crunch—“

“You went without a handler or backup. No one knew you were going except for Pidge and Allura, who might I add, is not an operative.”

“Shiro…”

“You didn’t even talk to me about this. Do you have any idea how risky and dangerous this was?”

“I do, but Shiro this was important and I couldn’t wait for the department to get back to me days later when I knew I could do it now.”

“Going in alone on a mission is bad enough but there were absolutely no safety precautions, Lance—“

“It was for Keith,” Lance blurted out. “Shiro, he only has a few days. And I got it. Completely unscathed. I’m right as rain.”

There was a deep sigh on the other side of the line. “We’re not done with this conversation.”

The dial tone buzzed in the car before Lanced sighed and redialed to Pidge. “Hey, Pidge? I got it.”

-

It’s been about a week since Lance took the deal with that girl. Pidge and Hunk did their science stuff and made an antidote for Keith in as little as twelve hours. He has since then recovered quickly and they’re keeping him in the hospital to monitor his vitals to make sure he was stable. And if he knew Keith as well as he thought he did then he must have been having a ball.

Lance stood in front of the door, a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. He fidgeted, shuffling from one foot to the other, going in to knock before changing his mind.

The flowers were too much. They were definitely too much. Maybe he should’ve gotten him something else? What did he like? Knives? Chocolate? He should just go home and—

“Just come in already!” a disgruntled voice shouted.

Lance sucked in a breath, exhaling before plastering a smile onto his face. “Hey, buddy!” he chirped, opening the door. He squawked when a pillow hit the wall next to him, retreating slightly before peeking in again.

Keith sat pouting, hair mussed, and arms crossed in the bed. He glared at where Lance stood in the doorway, daring him to come in and give him well wishes.

Lance glared back stepping into the room and firmly—but not too loudly, his mama raised a respectable boy—closed the door behind him.

“That’s some greeting,” he sniped.

“Yeah, well, you’re an idiot.” Keith nodded to the flowers in his hands. “Who’re those for?”

Sitting down at the chair next to the bed he plopped the flowers onto Keith’s lap. “Mrs. Sanchez in 4B her grandkids made little league.”

Keith’s brow furrowed, dropping the daisy petal he was playing with. “Really?”

Lance huffed. “Of course not, they’re for you dummy.”

The line between Keith’s brows softened and he resumed stroking the bouquet. “Oh,” he said, voice soft. After a few minutes in silence he set the flowers to the side and looked Lance in the eye, his gaze intense.

“Shiro told me what you did.”

“And you wanted to thank me, of course, not a problem, buddy.”

“Lance,” Keith growled, wiping the cheeky smile off his face. “What you did was stupid and risky. I would’ve been fine for a few days. Why?”

Lance focused on the different wildflowers in the bouquet, counting the different types. “Why what?”

“Why did you do that? It was incredibly dangerous, and you’re suspended.”

Lance could feel his heart pound against his ribcage. Wasn’t the answer obvious? He felt like the answer was written all over his face. Which felt really hot, was he sweating?

He felt his heart crawl up into his throat as he turned to look at Keith, smile back on. “Wouldn’t you do the same?”

He held his breath as he searched Keith’s eyes for…something… anything. Some sign that despite the bickering and teasing that he felt the same as he did. That there was some kind of hope for something more.

Keith replied without hesitation. “Of course I would. But Lance, you didn’t even have a handler and you went into potentially hostile territory.”

Lance bit his lip. Unsure whether he found what he was looking for. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the bed, forearms touching the length of Keith’s leg.

He tried to hide his shallow breaths as best as he could. Heart beating away in his throat and stomach nauseous he took a leap. “Well, when the other alternative was you dying it was worth the risk.”

Slowly, as if he moved too quickly he would spook him, he gently pried Keith’s hand from where it was tightly crossed across his torso.

Keith looked at him confusedly while he threaded their fingers together, squeezing.  He avoided those bottomless eyes by focusing on how his hand felt so warm and perfect in his. “I would risk anything as long as you were okay.”

“Oh,” Keith said, voice barely above a whisper.

Lance didn’t dare look at him in case of spontaneous combustion; his cheeks were already on fire. When Keith didn’t say anything his heart dropped to his stomach and he slowly started to unwind his fingers. He couldn’t say he was surprised.

So when Keith tightened his fingers and tugged their joined hands to his lips…Lance was…shocked.

When Keith looked up at him and tentatively gave him a sweet smile Lance felt his heart stutter. Heart humming, he dropped his forehead against Keith’s and smiled.

[folded-wings]

Seeing Blue

A blind Lance au that’s been brewing in my mind for a while.

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The last thing Keith wanted was for another person to join his little ‘party.’ He finally found Shiro - who apparently spent the last year captured by aliens - and he wanted nothing more than to sit back and relax with his brother. But then he was forced to tolerate two strangers, Hunk and Pidge, who had helped Keith rescue Shiro from the Garrison. Pidge demanded answers about the other crew members, but relented when Shiro said he didn’t remember much from the last year. Hunk seemed to just be along for the ride, but without him, Keith would not have found this cave. He was so close to finding that weird energy source that had been calling for him. 

So, yeah, he was going to tolerate them. For now, at least. 

But as they looked at the cave filled with strange lion carvings, they heard footsteps approach from the entrance. 

“Oh man, we are in so much trouble,” Hunk whined, being the last to turn around.

The stranger seemed to be staring right past them, but startled upon Hunk’s voice. 

Keith glanced behind him to see what the stranger had been looking at, but he saw nothing there. Save for a few more lion carvings, but nothing different from the others. As he moved to look forward again, he noticed Hunk was wearing a huge grin.

“LANCE!” he shouted, suddenly running forward.

“Hunk? Buddy, is that you?”

Without warning, Hunk wrapped Lance into a hug, effortlessly lifting him off the ground. Lance squeaked in surprise, before a smile come onto his own face. He wriggled until he got his own arms free, wrapping them around his friend. Laughing, he said, “Yep, that’s you. I’d know this hug from anywhere.”

After another moment, Hunk finally put Lance down. Shiro took that as an opportunity to speak. “Hunk, who is this?”

Lance startled again at the voice, before turning his head in Shito’s direction. Except, he was off by a bit, meaning he was staring directly at Keith. Seeing how quickly uncomfortable Keith had become, Hunk lifted his arm up and pushed Lance’s head, so he was facing Shiro. 

“I’m Lance, Hunk’s certified best friend!”

Shiro gave out quick introductions.

“Wait a second,” Hunk said, interrupting before any more words could be said. “Dude, what are you doing here?” Hunk peeked out around the cave entrance, expecting to see Lance’s family, or someone. A frown marked his features when he saw nobody there.

Lance had the decency to look ashamed. “I, uh... kinda... wandered off...?”

“Dude!”

“It’s not my fault!” Lance protested. Pausing for a second, he continued, “Okay, maybe it is, but still.”

“Lance...”

“Hold up.” Pidge put up his hands. “Hunk, what’s wrong? We basically wandered here.”

“Yeah, but we aren’t blind!” Hunk froze at his own words. “Jeez, I’m sorry Lance-”

“Relax, buddy, I get it. You’re just worried.”

“Wait, you’re blind?” Keith asked, feeling a slight flush of embarrassment. He shouldn’t have felt so uncomfortable when Lance turned towards him. “How’d you make it all the way here?” 

“I walked? Dude, there’s a town my family’s staying at not too far from here.” Lance gestured in the direction he came from. “Just because I’m blind doesn’t mean I’m helpless.”

“That’s not what I mea-”

“Alright then what are you doing here?” Shiro asked. He knew Lance would get in trouble for wandering off, but that was  so much better than what he had been dragged into. It was bad enough that he was dragging Keith, Hunk, and Pidge into this whole Voltron mess. He didn’t want to take anyone else with them. 

Lance reached up, resting his hand on his neck as he considered the question. “I was following some weird energy? I don’t know how to describe it, but it’s been driving me apples and bananas. This thing was calling to me, I think. It lead me here too, like it gave me some sort of path?”

“You sensed it too?” Keith asked. "And you got a path?" He couldn’t deny that he was jealous, at least a little. Keith had needed Hunk to create the geiger counter to come here, yet this stranger had apparently just been told where to go. 

“Yeah, ever since I got here. Where exactly is here anyways?” 

"We're in a cave with some weird lion carvings all over the place," Hunk explained, temporarily forgetting he was supposed to be angry with Lance. He led his friend deeper into the cave, closer to the others. "We think that energy you and Keith have been feeling might be Voltron!"

"Voltron?"

Hunk rambled off a quick explanation about Shiro's disappearance, and how they had ended up here. As Hunk talked, Lance brought his hand up to the wall so he could feel the carvings Hunk had talked about. He trusted his friend to know that he would want that, and Lance was not met with disappointment.

As his hand landed on the cool stone, the lion carvings suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire cavern. Gasps echoed shortly after.

"They've never done that before," Keith murmured.

"What?" Lance called. "Did I do something?"

The only answer Lance got was a bunch of screaming as suddenly the ground gave out beneath them. It ended a few seconds later with a splash.

"Ugh," Pidge groaned, sitting up. "What just happened?"

"I guess we got deeper into the cave, Hunk," Lance joked, trying to hide his panic. He shook his head, trying to get the water out of his hair. He was starting to feel a little bit of regret with following that energy. His mom was gonna kill him.

Keith ignored Lance, looking around. His mouth dropped, and it took Keith a moment to get past his shock. "What is that?"

Everyone turned to look where Keith was staring at. They could only stare in shock as the blue lion seemed to be staring past them.

"Is that Voltron?" Pidge asked.

Sure, they had all expected Voltron to be a pretty massive weapon if what Shiro said was true, but when actually facing it, it was easy to say they were unprepared.

Keith began walking forward, but to everyone's surprise, so did Lance.

"There's some sort of shield around it," Keith said, turning slightly. He was surprised to see Lance so close without Hunk hovering close by, but he brushed his thoughts away.

Keith put his hands up, feeling the barrier. It pulsed around his hand, but gave no indication that it would allow him to pass. "I wonder how we'll get through..."

"Maybe we just need to knock." Lance pulled his fist against the barrier, knocking twice. He gasped when he felt the barrier fall away.

Suddenly the lion's eyes began to glow brighter than before. No one had a chance to comment on that though as suddenly a vision filled their minds, five lions coming together and forming one robot, a sword in hand.

Lance and Hunk fell back in surprise.

"So Voltron... is five lions creating one robot," Pidge finally breathed, staring in awe at the lion looming over them.

Lance was shaking from his spot on the ground.

"Lance?" Shiro called out cautiously, afraid to startle him anymore. "Are you okay?"

"Holy crow... Holy crow! I saw that!"

"Lance what are you..." Hunk trailed off when suddenly Lance launched himself off the ground. At the same time, the lion lowered its head. Everyone yelped and took a step back, but the lion made no move to hurt them. Instead, all it did was open its mouth, and a ramp lowered itself right in front of Lance.

He didn't even take a second to consider the consequences before he ran into the lion.

"LANCE!" Hunk called following after him. The others decided it would be a good idea for them to come too.

They watched Lance move in the lion with such confidence and familiarity, they couldn't help but wonder if he had been here before.

Pidge had to ask his question out loud. "Lance, how are... have you been inside the lion before?"

Lance paused before a door, continuing when it opened with a hiss. He put his hand on a chair that sat in the middle of the room. A cockpit.

"Nope," he answered Pidge, popping the p. "Its really weird. It's like the lion is showing me where to go. I don't see anything, I'm just... sensing where I need to go?" He sat down on the pilot's chair, yelping when it suddenly moved forward.

"Are you saying the lion is talking to you?" Keith asked, doubt dripping from his voice.

Lance didn't answer him.

Keith glanced at him, wondering what was wrong, before sharing a worried look with Shiro. Lance seemed to be staring out the window into the cavern, but that was impossible. His mouth was open, his shock impossible to misplace.

"Buddy?" Hunk called softly. "What's wrong?"

"...Holy crow..." Lance swallowed down the lump in his throat, and Keith noticed a tear slide down Lance's face when he turned towards Hunk. But he was smiling. Practically vibrating in his seat, Lance turned forward, moving his head curiously.

"Hunk. Hunk! I can see!"

[blueplanettrash]

Okay so I’m really into to blind Lance AUs and since you’re one of my favs maybe you could do one??? ❤️❤️❤️ lots of love xx

I really hope this is decent, this has been sitting in my inbox for so long (so about that by the way). I really couldn’t find a way to write this for a while and I was doing weird research on it for a long time. I hope you guys enjoy! ❤️

Ever since they could remember; the five of them had been together. Shiro, Keith, Hunk, Pidge, and Allura. They had met when they all ended up living in the same small cul-de-sac in town. Shiro and Keith had always lived there but slowly their older neighbours either started moving away or passed away and the houses were filled with small families instead. Soon they were joined by the Garret’s, Holt’s, and finally the Prince’s. Since they were used to living surrounded by quiet elderly people, they were excited to finally have kids their age to play with.

Their friendship was so great that they decided to leave town altogether and go to Altea University in the small town of Arus. They went through their first two years eagerly and without incident, waiting until they could all afford to rent out a house near the campus together. Finally, during their third year, they were able to do just that.

One night they decided to go to their favourite restaurant; Joe’s for scott’s skins and a beer before the weekend was over. As they were leaving they started hearing some yelling and a bit of scuffling as they passed one of the alleys beside Joe’s. When they peered down, they immediately burst into action.

There were two men, one pushing a younger man against the wall and the other holding a blue backpack in his arms. He looked to be their age. He had short brown hair and dark skin. Surprisingly he didn’t look at all perturbed by what was going on. His head however whipped up when he heard more footsteps racing down the alley.

“Get off of him!” Shiro yelled. Just his voice startled the men enough to let go of him. The other man dropped the bag from his hands and darted away. Without a backup, the man gritted his teeth and chased after him, leaving the six of them in the alley. Hunk swooped to pick up the backpack and handed it to the guy with a smile on his face.

“Thank you so much!” He said gleefully, hugging the bag to his chest. “My name is Lance,” he said holding out his hand.

“Hunk,” he replied grasping the hand tightly and dragging Lance in for a hug. “Are you okay?” He asked with concern as he pulled back.

“What? Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” he assured him with a grin. He turned to where the others were shuffling their feet.

“What are your names?” He asked. Happily, they gave them their names and found that it was easy to strike up a conversation with him. Shortly after they left Lance in the alleyway after he assured them that he was completely fine and he actually wasn’t very far from his house. They waved at the man as they left, not at all concerned by the fact that Lance never waved back.

They never asked why he was wearing sunglasses at nine o’clock in the evening.

They didn’t see Lance again for a few weeks after first encountering him in the alley. To be honest he kind of slipped their mind after a few days. They didn’t see him again at Joe’s or anywhere around town and gradually forgot about that night in the alley. That is until they saw the familiar backpack next to the equally familiar boy that sat on a bench on Altea’s campus. With smiles, they rushed over to him, a cloud of loud noise surrounding them. Lance looked up at them startled and his head darted between them.

“Who are you?” He asked, silencing the noise instantly. They glanced at each other uncertainly before their eyes returned to Lance.

“We helped you in the alley a few weeks back,” Shiro answered.

“You don’t recognize us?” Hunk asked right after. They watched as his face relaxed in recognition and he let out a bark of laughter. He gestured at his sunglasses.

“Guys, I’m blind,” he said flippantly. Their jaws dropped and they started spitting out apologizes all the while Lance was laughing and trying to get them to stop.

“I’m surprised the sunglasses didn’t give it away,” Lance exclaimed.

“I thought you were some sort of hipster or something,” Keith admitted to the mummers of agreements of his friends. It was true, Lance’s sunglasses weren’t the usual ones they had seen on people in movies and in pictures. He wore winged frame glasses with rose gold reflective lenses.

“Is it the glasses? My sister picked them out not too long ago,” he asked pushing them up his nose slightly.

“Mostly yes, they look really good!” Allura said, taking the chance to sit down beside him.

“Thanks, she thought so too!”

Over the next hour, they sat surrounding the bench and learned more about Lance. They discovered that he actually attending Altean University and was in their year. It wasn’t a surprise that they had never met Lance since they attend one of the most popular universities in the country but they had to admit that Lance stuck out. He was majoring in music, something that none of them ever had a course in. He played the piano and was a singer as well.

He was simply one of the most bubbly people they had ever met and they couldn’t help but let that happiness overcome themselves as well. They left that bench together to eat and didn’t split up again until the sun was starting to set. It didn’t take long at all to become a part of their group. He felt like the piece that they never knew was missing.

It became commonplace to walk to Lance’s house and walk with him to campus in the morning and go to the music building to wait for Lance to finish practicing after their classes were finished just so they could hear him play and sing. That’s when they met Dr. Smythe, Lance’s professor. Although, he told them to simply call him Coran since they were Lance’s friends. Suddenly they knew where he had been getting some of his personality from, it was contagious. They would sit silently beside Coran, talking about their other professors and work they had coming up until Lance walked out of the practice room. He always seemed surprised to hear them there and always told them that they didn’t need to wait for him anymore. It was true that he practiced a lot and for a very long time at some points. They understood that about music though, it took a lot of patience and practice to become as good as possible, and they wanted that for Lance.

They never questioned Lance’s blindness either. They had just assumed that he had been blind from birth. They weren’t about to ask about it either, they didn’t think that Lance would mind but they didn’t want to pry either.

“Hey Lance, what colour are your eyes?” Pidge asked one evening while they were hanging around their house (which they affectionately named Voltron).

“Hmm…” he trailed off. “Last time I checked my sister said that they were still the same colour, blue,” he answered stretching his arms above his head tiredly.

“Still the same colour?” Shiro asked in confusion as he walked into the room. He had a tray of muffins in his mitted hands and walked around the room letting everyone grab one.

“Well, yeah, I wasn’t always blind,” Lance smiled as if it was obvious.

“Wait, what?” Hunk gasped at the revelation and sat up from where he was slumped against the couch.

“What happened? If you don’t mind me asking?” Pidge added frantically at the end.

“It’s fine Pidge, it happened a while ago,” he said turning to sit instead of laying on the couch.

“When I was in my first year of high school, I was bullied really bad by this guy, I have no idea what his problem was with me and I really just tried to avoid him at all cost, it wasn’t like I was alone either, I had friends that were around me whenever they could and teachers kept an eye on him but he still found times when he could attack me,” he started with a sigh, his shoulders were visibly drooping as he began his story. They couldn’t imagine someone like Lance being bullied, but then again, anyone could be bullied without much explanation.

“They talked to him, they threatened him with suspensions but no matter what they did he always came back, then one day during a chemistry lab he came up to me, tapped me on the shoulder and threw something in my face,”

There were horrified gasps around the room, and Lance gave them a grim smile.

“I kind of passed out not long after that, but I could hear him laughing as I was blacking out, I found out later that my friend knocked him out and he was arrested as I was being taken to the hospital, I never found out what happened to him but I don’t really care either,” he spat bitterly. He sunk into Hunk’s arm as he wrapped it around Lance’s shoulders.

“I already decided at that point to pursue music and made sure that I worked twice as hard to become one of the best, so that way if he ever sees me again he’ll know that he didn’t ruin my life like he thought he did,” he declared in determination. They didn’t doubt it. They had only known Lance for a few months and they already saw how strong his resolve was.

Every time they heard him play, they would get lost in the music just like he seemed to. They would sit mesmerized as his fingers floated over the keys. Sometimes it was jarring that they were friends with someone this talented and not just watching someone playing piano on Youtube. Which led them the idea to suggest putting up his performances on Youtube.

At first, Lance was a little nervous with the idea, he didn’t know how anything like that worked and he didn’t think he would be able to manage. They reminded him that Shiro and Hunk were studying in filming and Pidge was studying media arts. All he had to do, was play. It took a little cajoling from Coran for him to work up the courage to finally post his first video; a cover of Praying by Kesha filmed in one of the school’s practice rooms.

It was by no means a swift victory. They started putting out videos every week, with a different variety of song each week. He switched between covers of songs and original compositions that he would keep a secret from his friends until the day they filmed. With Allura’s and Keith’s business courses they were able to book other spaces to film as well as help manage any kind business that came his way in the form of sponsorships or anything of the like.

Along with the rush of subscribers that he started gaining, there also came a fair amount of hate. As expected, Lance was able to take it in stride as well as a little bit of sarcasm.

“It sucks to see how many people don’t like my videos,” which ended with a cackle from him.

They were always overshadowed by the overwhelming support that Lance had though. As well as the inspired videos that were set to Lance by musicians who also had disabilities and became motivated because of Lance. 

His first viral video came when he decided to share his story during Bullying Awareness and Prevention Month. He had never been gladder that people knew his story then right then because it made a change in how people saw each other. It changed how they looked at harassing others and they stepped up to change something.

He started out as a musician with a story of torment but he started becoming a voice to the people that had been hurt. He told them that they didn’t need to stay on the ground where they were stomped down. He told them that they can rise up and become something that they didn’t think they would be able to. He told them that there was always someone they could help, someone that needed their help.

They started getting calls from schools in the area that wanted him to come in and talk to their students and tell him his story and how he overcame everything. Lance saw the chance to help and he took it, taking his music and his friends along with him.

Lance had already taken the steps he needed to get where he wanted to go. He had already proved himself as someone who wouldn’t give up. Now he had the people he needed to help him along the way and now he had a mission to change the way people view each other and themselves. Disability or no disability, we’re all humans.

Stories Masterlist

[chibi-pix]

I love Realities Collide. And I was thinking of this piece with DotU Keith and was like, "I should do another." So. Taking a VLD screenshot and redrawing it for Realities Collide, I got this, substituting VLD Lance talking about whatever it was on Puig that he told Pidge about to DotU Lance, getting some of his favourite coffee to enjoy with the sassy paladin, and chat about missions and things they've done. And who better to snuggle in with them than Kosmo and Bae Bae? Though. Uh. Pidge, I know you're blind, but find a way to monitor your coffee more? The last thing we need is a coffee addicted teleporting cosmic wolf.

Also, this was the screenshot I worked with.

Yup, I enjoyed changing it and letting Pidge be more relaxed and enjoying herself. Originally I was gonna have her sass DotU Lance, but I opted to have them both bond, like siblings. As they deserve. And they would. Especially if Pidge starts telling Nanny off. DotU Lance is gonna sit bac, enjoy the show, and encourage his newfound reality sister.

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this one! Until next time!

[may-day-voice]

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The Rook

Part of Villain AU Phase One | 122532019

Your heart fluttered in your chest, breathing slowly and silently in a cramped small space, tucking your legs close to your chest in an attempt to shrink into a ball.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," cooed the smooth voice, his boots slowly trekking through the commercial kitchen. You dared not peek from your hiding spot, eyeing the warped reflection of his body against the silver surfaces of the cabinetry. Not much has changed, except for those gnarled, tattered wings that draped along the floor behind him.

"Oh come on Pidge. This game is getting old," he purred, his wings fluttering violently against the tables, shuddering the cutlery with a brutish clang. Your shoulders hitched from the sound, clasping your hands around your mouth to keep your breath still. As long as you breathed quietly, he may not find you.

Your eyes peered towards the roof of the kitchen, visualizing yourself still in your hiding spot while the map of the kitchen laid before you in a shadowy reflection. There amongst the map, stood Hawks, his eyes still scanning the kitchen while you began to visualize all probabilities available to him and you. Many revealed failed escape attempts, a few highlighted failure staying where you were; with each probable outcome, the hope of escape was extremely slim.

His boots scuffed before you, still hiding in that tiny hole between the tables. He stopped where he stood, turning every once in a while to survey the empty commercial kitchen, twirling a bright rouge feather in his fingers. He stared at the tiny down, smirking at its colour and vibrancy.

"Smart of you to leave this behind Pidge. You've caught on real quick," he mused while the feather floated in his palm, still attached to its necklace. "But a promise is a promise, and I'm here to return it back to you."

You stared back at the ceiling, ignoring his legs to find that your chances were slipping away with each passing breath. Would he walk by? Or would he find you? You knew he knew better. It all came down to tactical strategy and advantage. He would play his Bishop, which left you with-

"Found you Pidge!"

You kicked into his face as hard as your legs could spring from your hiding spot, catching him off guard briefly before you leapt out and ran for the exit. Your Knight had to take the place of a pawn, leaving you some breathing space to escape. You slammed into the swinging double doors, running down the hall towards the lobby where you had three choices. Exit the building, find your way to the underground garage, or call for help from the reception. You had to keep yourself six steps ahead and find your pawns to halt his advance. The numbers ran through your head, the percentages of success depending on Hawks' recovery and his speed. Getting out would mean a great advantage to the Flying Hero, calling for help was an outlying choice dependent on who would receive your call and for how long. Out of all of your choices, the quickest to give you some time was the underground garage.

Your feet echoed in the dark and empty lobby, only lit by the moonlight through the large windows that revealed the illuminated street lights of the city. Your eyes darted between the elevator or the stairs. Which one would give you more time?

A slam of the doors echoed from behind, revealing Hawks soaring through the hall before he emerged into the lobby, floating above the expanse of the room with his eyes darting everywhere. His blind left eye was of no use, relying so much on his only functioning eye to spot the lights of the elevator illuminate, sending the box to the lobby floor. He floated towards the ground until a sliver of light caught his eye, catching the fire emergency door slowly and hauntingly close. A smirk crawled on his lips before his feet landed on the floor, fluttering his wings from the strain. He stared at the door, contemplating his own choices before he entered through it, taking the flight of stairs down.

The lobby fell silent again, except for the ding of the elevator's door opening absently on the floor. You slowly peeked your head from the reception desk, having hidden under it for the time Hawks had witnessed his available choices. He had an advantage on you in the long run if you had continued to run, exerting all your energy into escaping with the likelihood of Hawks catching up to you. Bluffing was your only option to give you some time.

With Hawks having taken the bait, you carefully collected the phone from the desk, taking the machine under with you. You didn't want to take any chances of Hawks realizing any movement from above now at this stage of the game.

Dialing a set of numbers, you were met with a familiar dial tone, shrinking yourself into a ball with the reception phone in your lap. Your breath was still again, inhaling slowly and exhaling quietly.

"If I show you, then I know you won't tell what I said," spoke a young voice on the line, the gruffness lining his irritation.

"Cause two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead," you answered in a low whisper, still with a quiet breath.

"Hey, where are you?" Asked the voice laced with worry and surprise despite that gruff undertone.

"The old Commission building," you whispered.

"This whole time?"

"Hawks is here too," you continued, eyeing the ceiling once more. "Look, I don't know how long I have left hiding here until he realizes my bluff. What's the status over there?"

"We're on standby. Things are out of control. We've lost our lead investigator for... Deku." The voice strained when it uttered the name, hearing the disdain and the hurt.

"I'm sorry Izumi," you spoke, eyeing your probable outcomes along the tall ceiling of the lobby, eyeing your chances of escape growing slimingly thin.

"Anyway, our insider is still on the case about Todoroki, and we've informed them to advise others out in the field," continued Kota.

"How is Eri?"

"Fine."

You still controlled your breathing, forcing your reaction to his abrupt reply down into the pit of your stomach. He had always been protective of Eri. Not at first, but when the world flipped on its head, it became his purpose. You smiled inwardly at the thought, lucky to find upcoming Heroes in the making in these darker times.

"We can get to you-"

"No," you interrupted. "This is Riot Territory. I don't want you to run in head first while Red Riot is roaming about."

"Then, what do you want us to do?"

Your eyes darted with every outcome that played out on the ceiling above, the shadowy reflection revealing all possibilities with varying levels of failure. In the end, your heart sank. You've reached the endgame phase with only two options left - both zugzwang.

"Hey, are you listening?" spoke Izumi, his voice anxious. "We can't let them have you!"

"I'm sorry Izumi," you whispered, halting the quiet breaths you forced yourself to breathe. "You need to look after Eri. She's going to have to make a big decision soon."

"No, no, no, don't you dare make that decision," he retorted. "It's not yours to make!"

"Make sure the Shimanos are present as well. Eri trusts Katsuma just as much she does with you," you suggested while you slowly stood to your feet from under the desk.

"Stop talking like we're going ahead with that decision. I hated the fact that dumbass even thought of the plan. We are not going ahead with that plan."

You smiled at his irate response, while you placed the phone on the reception desk, now out of hiding. The lobby was silent except for the echo of your voice filling the room, breathing freely from your practiced silent breaths earlier during the night.

"Izumi-"

"We need you back here! We've lost too much now, we can't lose anymore!" His voice echoed through the earpiece, adding an echo in the lobby while you smiled at his reply.

"Then win," you replied calmly. "Win the fight where we couldn't."

You immediately ended the call, slamming the phone into the desk before the rush of air slammed through the emergency doors. Feathers circled around you, grabbing hold of your clothes and carrying you inches from the floor. Hawks entered the lobby, his now featherless wings bearing the scarred tissue left behind from his injuries years ago. His eyes stared into yours, grabbing hold of your chin to force your gaze into his.

"Thought you could outsmart me Pidge?" He queried with a teasing grin. "You almost had me."

"Almost," you emphasized. "I still had you going."

"Yes, but you can't rely on your bluffs forever. Like I said, your games are getting old." His lips closed in on yours, feeling his breath wash over the skin. He was teasing now. You couldn't tell what your body felt - disgusted, revolted, or was that old flame being ignited again, even if it were a glimpse into what he used to be before his mind went mad.

"So, are you going to tell me who you were talking to?" He asked, catching you off guard. "I could be jealous if you gave me the reason why."

You swallowed, raking through your mind on your response. You didn't account for him eavesdropping the breath of your last words on the phone call. Thankfully, he wouldn't have been able to discern the words you spoke, but lying about the phone call wasn't an option.

Hawks was only met with a silent tongue.

"Aw Pidge, we shouldn't be keeping secrets from each other. Trust goes both ways, am I right?" He cooed with a grin. "How about this? You don't have to tell me anything, but I'm going to have to take you with me to a friend of ours for a while. Seems you're not fond of going down memory lane with me here."

His statement was laughable, but to an extent, he was reaching. After he had captured you yesterday, he had brought you to this decrepit building only to relive memories of what once was. It was a day of cat and mouse, one that went astray after your original game plan had shifted drastically. You opened with a King's Gambit by feeding into his plot, offering yourself for capture to make it seem that he had succeeded. However, throughout the day. He had thwarted most of your available moves and outcomes. You read him like a book, but so did he.

With a tug of his feathers, you were pulled towards the front doors, followed by Hawks who kept his steely gaze on you. Perhaps there was a way out from this, you thought, eyeing the outside street lights from your peripherals. You contemplated the notion of what very little options you had left, until you spotted Hawks pull a small bottle from his person, dowsing a cloth in what substance it contained.

Immediately, he shoved the cloth into your face, covering your nose and mouth that filled with a sweet and nutty scent. You struggled recognizing that smell, pulling at the small tugs of Hawks' feathers before your limbs felt limp.

"Now, relax Pidge," reassured Hawks through your drowsiness. "I'll make sure you're comfortable when you wake up."

That sweet scent was the last you recalled before your eyes fluttered shut, your head feeling light from the dizziness. Of course, it was chloroform.

Knocked out and comatose, you dangled from Hawks' feathers before they gently released you into his arms, each one returning to his back while he hissed in pain. His Quirk felt like a nuisance now, each use of it always a burden on his body. His painful cries echoed in the lobby, leaving his wings limp while they dragged along the floor.

"You'll be in safe-keeping Pidge," he remarked, straining his back to lift his wings, spreading them ready for take-off. With a push, his wings lifted himself from the ground with you in his arms, flying into the night sky while he made his way across Musatafu. He aimed towards the salty breeze, finding his way to Endor Docks for another well-deserved appointment.

[whenstarslie]

Fanfiction Masterlist

Most links will direct to AO3, though these fanfics are cross-posted in Fanfiction.net and Wattpad. Some fanfics can only be found on one of the three websites.

Note: Titles WITHOUT indication of ongoing, under renovation, on hiatus, or discontinued are completed works.

Detective Conan | Case Closed

The Case of the Phantom Detective -  on hiatus

Fairy Tail

Fairy Tail Forgotten Chronicles: Bloodline Dragneel - discontinued

Fire Emblem Awakening (All Chrobin)

Blood and Snow

Dangerous

In Death, Together We Shall

Lady Tactician

Love and Spying Nobles -  on hiatus

Past's Horizon -  on hiatus

Talking About Lovebirds 

Three Nights of New Moon -  on hiatus

Way Back Home - on hiatus

Winter Moon's Rebirth

Legend of Zelda - Linked Universe AU

Around We Go -  on hiatus

Blind Duty, Bloody Honor - ongoing

Devoid - ongoing

Inheritance - ongoing

Skyborne

Not-So-Ordinary Heroes AU

Not-So-Ordinary Heroes 

How To Train Your Dragon Reincarnation - ongoing

Primal

Control To Protect

The Fragmented Hero series

The Fragmented Hero

Call of The Wild

Linked Reflections

Bonded As One - ongoing

Magic Kaito

The Case of the Phantom Detective -  on hiatus

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun | Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun

A Demon King's Woes -  on hiatus

Miraculous Ladybug

A Hallowed Night -  on hiatus

Between Yin and Yang -  on hiatus

Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

The Language of Flowers -  on hiatus

Path To Nowhere

A Pawful Situation

Disguise 

Her Only Master

Leash

Little Chief, Little Shackles - ongoing

Nightingale - ongoing

Stubborn

Summer Scales

Percy Jackson and the Olympians | The Heroes of Olympus

A Week With Baby Olympians - discontinued

Daughter of Hera series

Rise of Tartarus

Legend Incarnate

The Final Verse - discontinued

Heroes of Olympus: Next Generation - discontinued

Not Dead

Partners In Crime

The Riders - discontinued

Persona Series

A Promise

Beneath The Mask

Homecoming

I Will Never Forget

Okaerinasai

P3P: When The End Finally Ends

Persona: Nightfall - discontinued

Pocket Monsters | Pokémon

Gladion's Crime

The Guardian of Alola -  on hiatus

Spider-Man: Spider-Verse

How (Not) To Survive The Crawling Horrors of Spider Society -  on hiatus

A Purr-fectly Cat-tastrophic Week -  on hiatus

Voltron: Legendary Defender (Pidge-centric)

A Pride of Lions -  on hiatus

Art of The Dress

Legacy

The Guardian Spirit of the Forest -  on hiatus

The Shield of Voltron

[rueitae]

Rue's 2021 Writing Year in Review

I've done this in past years and I hated to not continue it. Below the cut are my stats and fics posted in the year 2021!

Fics posted: 22

Fics Updated: 1

Voltron: Legendary Defender: 7

Carmen Sandiego (2019): 16

Word Count: 124,777

Voltron: Legendary Defender Fics:

Not So New: (Plance) A post canon New Years Eve plance fic.

After Hours: (Plance) A married plance fluffy Christmas fic (with special appearance from their OC child)

A Bird in the Hand: (Gen) Written for the Pidge Angst Bang 2021! Pidge is captured by a space mob boss during the journey back to Earth in season seven. She needs to use her wits, Paladin training, and trust in her team to escape.

A Wolf in Thieves Clothing: (Plance) Continued fic for the Carrot and Stick Plance bang earlier this year! This is an AU based off of Lupin the Third, the Castle of Cagliostro.

Shootin' the Breeze (Just Say Yes): (Plance) Written for the Happily Ever After Plance Zine. This is a wild west AU that I was particularly pleased with! Ends in a proposal and has a healthy portion of danger!

Plan is a Four Letter Word: (Plance) Lance and Pidge have separate ideas on what their Valentine's Day plans are. Humorous miscommunication.

One for the Movies: (Plance) The plance baby wants in on date night.

Carmen Sandiego (2019) Fics Posted*:

Saved for Memories: VILE discovers Player's existence and brings him in as bait to lure Carmen back. Using the truth extractor, the Faculty get a front row view to Player's memories and how exactly he came to know Carmen.

The Kalosian Castle Caper: A retelling of the first CS episode as a Pokemon AU!

A Good Time: An epilogue gift for @constantconfusion14 and her 'Player tries field work for a caper' fic, Best Laid Plans.

Geography Teacher Player AU

A Teaching Moment: Player's first day of his first year of teaching. Carmen comes to visit to offer congratulations and assure him that he made the right career decision.

The Inspector and the Little Pirate: Devineaux and Julia are on ACME recruitment duty at a high school science fair. Carmen is there to support Player's project. VILE is also there to recruit after ACME decimated their numbers. Chase POV, he learns a little bit more about Carmen and does some bonding with Player.

Off the Hook: At the end of Player's first year of teaching. He helps ACME out on a stakeout gone horribly wrong.

Modern Fantasy Familiar AU

Strange and Familiar: Introduction to the world. Player comes from a magical family. He worries over why he hasn't heard from Black Sheep since he tracked her to Morocco.

Recovery: Directly picks off from Strange and Familiar. Carmen is injured and Player and his parents start her on the path to recovery. They grapple with their new shared magic and get excited over the idea of taking down VILE together.

Relax: Carmen is injured in a caper. Player and his mother make sure that Carmen heals and relaxes and that she is safe here. She's home.

Overload: Carmen, Zack, Ivy, and Player meet up pre-caper to discuss last second plans. Found family fluff.

A Losing Game: The dark Red arc.

Whumptober Collection:

You've Got A Friend: Player takes a gap year before university to travel the world with Carmen. When she gets sick, he finds some relief in being an in-person caretaker this time around.

Found: AU where Black Sheep is never able to escape VILE and get in touch with Player again. Ten years of searching, Player finally finds his best friend again.

All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go: VILE has both Carmen and Player captive on a cruise ship, traveling towards VILE island.

Paper Trail: Maelstrom POV. The Professor bullies a captive Player during the dark red arc.

I Know This Looks Bad...: After VILE discovers Player's existence in a canon divergence AU, Shadowsan is forced to act sooner than he'd like. Unfortunately he didn't tell Player what the plan was before he pulled a Carmen and kidnapped Player first. Prequel to @sakarrie-creates fic Blind Rage, where Carmen confronts Shadowsan on the issue, thinking Player is dead.

*Also written were 44 ficlets of varying lengths not posted.

Best title: Saved for Memories

I love the layers behind this. The crux of the fic is the villains forcing the protagonist to show them cherished memories that happen to be very useful to the bad guys, when those good times with his best friend deserved to be kept more sacred than that.

Worst title: I Know This Looks Bad…

I definitely was not thinking when I posted this fic.

Favorite Piece of Writing:

From The Inspector and the Little Pirate. I consulted by CS buddies and their unanimous decision was this:

Chase turns his head to indeed see that his car is being driven away. But it is not the fact that his car is being stolen that fills him with terror.

Player had been in that car. There hadn’t been four students to protect, there had been five .

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

I went into the year assuming I’d continue to write more plance fic. Then Carmen Sandiego (2019) had its finale in January and I’ve been solidly entrenched since. Churning out 16 fic of various lengths certainly proved that. I also got to do Whumptober again this year. I’d missed it.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

Off the Hook. Post canon has a special place in my heart and it was my chance to touch on the main cast interacting with each other on friendly terms and living to their full potential.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

Actually, A Teaching Moment and Saved for Memories both have 219 kudos as of today, which is WILD. Which makes sense, both of these I churned out closest to the end of the series, so there was more readership at the time.

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

Paper Trail. I like to think I’m super clever with the outline of the story and writing Maelstrom’s POV delighting in Player’s despair was SUPER fun. Also most fun to write and potentially saddest. It's a pretty dismal situation for the protagonists.

Fav dialogue from it: “Sometimes there is no reason for evil,” Maelstrom explains, one he’s given to students asking the same. “I just enjoy seeing others suffer. Other times, others are simply means to an end.”

Story with single sweetest moment?

Off the Hook, the scene at the end where Carmen and Player chat. The entire fic has been a high stress caper and Carmen calls simply to chat with her friend. She then tells him to go to bed lol.

Hardest story to write?

The Kalosian Castle caper was like pulling teeth at times, but A Wolf in Thieves Clothing was even moreso. I just haven’t been in a vld mood for most of the year.

Most overdue story?

A Bird in the Hand. Written for the Pidge Angst Bang this year, I’ve had the first portion written for nearly two years so I was super happy to see it to fruition.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

I wrote for totally new fandom and characters. I’m branching out to a couple other fandoms too. It’s been relaxing. I'm currently writing a short Pokemon fic, and wrote three Miraculous Ladybug ficlets as a challenge to see how much I could get right about the series from just tumblr posts. Apparently I got pretty close lol.

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

My goals are to enjoy writing. Minimize commitments. Go with the muse.

[bluelancelion]

Here's some characters info about the Pirate/Assassin/Princess AU klance-Voltron fanfic that I'm writing!

(Lance is a pirate and Captain of a ship, Keith is an assassin with a mission and Allura is a runaway princess. They all end up in Lance's ship for a long, disastrous journey. What could possibly go wrong?)

CHARACTERS:

Lance

- Pirate

- Captain (we believe in Lance's leadership)

- homesick boy

- free spirit

- loverboy with a broken heart

- found family in the sea

- protective

- funny

- obnoxious

- touchy

- carefree

- kind

- stubborn

- very competitive

- looks ultra confident, he's actually insecure (his friends know it and they're here to support him)

Hunk

- A GOOD BOY

- Actually a fucking human tank

- He's like??? Insanely strong???

- Worked all his life with his family, decided to take his life in his hands and parted ways

- Knows Lance from childhood, he decided to go with him

- OR he didn't know him at first and he stumbled across him and became best friends ever since

- Best Cook ever

- Worst Pirate ever

- He got used to it though

- GOOD at shooting with cannons

- Actually the Fucking BEST

- Still gets scared about everything else and can you really blame him?

- Can and will repair every single piece of the ship

- Gifted boy with lots of pressure on him, but now he can live freely and do whatever he wants

- the mom friend half of the time

- shares his last two braincells with Pidge and Lance the other half

Pidge

- a fucking savage

- Looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you

- Too fed up with the good girl stays at home sewing socks for nasty babies bullshit

- So she took her tools and left

- Stumbled across Hunk and Lance and found the family she never though she needed

- At some point they collect the other Holt too

- Can do phenomenal tricks with weapons

- Like, she can build from scratch cool things or modify already existent guns and swords and SHE LIKES TO BUILD BOMBS out of FUCKING NOWHERE???

- Blind like a mole

- her only weakness is her sight. No glasses? Sayonara.

- Which is funny because she's the look-out/sentry of the ship

Keith

- Social Anxiety

- Kills people off as a job but turns out to be a soft bean???

- Yeah Lance still has a hard time believing that

- fucking competitive

- loves knives more than people

- Actually love deprived

- "I push them away before they reject me"

- doesn't have a hair/skincare routine but still looks flawless and pretty

- perfect sight 100% perfect muscles super agile like a feline but WILL Stumble down a staircase if looking directly at a cute boy's ass eyes

- Cool in the streets, awkward in the sheets

- But that's cool cause Lance loves everything about him anyway

- Nah he's probably fine in bed, he's just so awkward in the courtship part?

- Which explains why he never had a stable relationship

- other than the fact that he slices people's throats off

- loves his brother

- a free spirit who's long been refrained by his own living style

- things that will change thanks to some cuban boy

- now he slices off people's throats IN THE SEA :D

- really fucking gay

- emo edge lord

Shiro

- Let the man rest in peace

- Wanted to have a normal life, work, get married, make a family and such

- Ends up armless in the middle of the fucking ocean adopting three underage pirates and one depressed boy under the jurisdiction of a runaway royalty.

- Honestly just let him die

- Decided to take a nap, got kidnapped instead

- Decided to get a vacation, got chased by bloody murderers instead

- Just wanted to chill from the start but I guess that's not gonna happen lol

- Actually pretty funny

- Bad dad jokes

- "Oh well since we're already at this point of the situation, might as well roll with it"

- His patience is a mask, he keeps going on by sipping tequila when nobody watches

- Can be awkward. Like, a parent level awkward

- the dad friend half feeling responsible about everything half not giving a shit anymore at some point

- tiddies

Allura

- a fucking badass

- "I can like cute things and can also kick you ass"

- feels bad about 80% of the time but the squad makes her feel worse

- just kidding they actually make her feel inlcuded

- which means they don't care about what she does or doesn't do

- which is new for her cause being a princess means being perfect and have etiquette and such

- but there she can be herself without standing up to any expectations

- so at some point she just lets go and starts living the way she wants

- old like Shiro but childish like Lance

- she and Shiro could be great leaders but here it's Lance supremacy, let the seniors be still and chill

- Even though she's free now, it's a good thing that Lance cares about beauty. They become skin product buddies

- Allura learns the way of a true living and becomes aware of how people live outside the castle (not that she never went out but those occasions became more rare as the enemy slowly rised, that's why Alfor took precautions.)

- (THIS FIC BASICALLY IS ABOUT HOW EVERYONE FOUND FREEDOM THANKS TO LANCE AND HOW ONE OF THEM GIVES HIM HIS HEART)

- God is a woman and her name is Allura

Coran

- the most gorgeous man you'll ever see

- The doctor of the crew!

- Very interested in science and medicine

- Can fix you up in no time, make awful jokes (very appreciated) and can make lotion to make moustaches grow faster

- Professional adviser in the castle becomes a very enthusiast pirate in 0.67 seconds because he's adventurous and lively and honestly everyone needs a Coran in their life

- "Coran, how can you get used to this life this quickly? It took me months to get used to it"

- "Well, you see Princess, it's all about the TONE of the speech and the GESTURE. If you want to be a pirate, you have to act like one" *puts on pirate blindfold and starts making weird noises to assert dominance*

- He's the man with a parrot on his shoulder

- generally enthusiast about everything

- just really loves learning things

- At some point becomes a drug dealer for a short time

- looks like he adopted everyone, is actually still aware of them

- it takes some time but he ends up adopting everyone

- other pirates make him compliments about his mustache

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I'm being possessed by the inspirational demon and now I can't stop writing. Should I post the fic somewhere once I finish it?

Let me know in the comments :3

[jamicha]

voltron au where keith is red/green color blind and tries to board the green lion on several different occasions and being pissed that it won't open up to him while pidge is standing there confused as to why he's just screaming profanities at their lion