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ch 17 update
highlight reel includes: garrison trio grocery shopping, keith and krolia meet for the first time (lots of angst), the author projects very heavily onto this chapter, sweet moment in the end where keith realizes he's loved, that little fucker
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âThis is my order,â he says, dumbly. He looks at Lance because of course itâs Lance. âYou remember my order? Weâve been to that place, like, twice.âÂ
âUm, duh. Itâs like, weirdly specific. How could I not?â Lance makes a tsk sound and suddenly avoids his gaze, picking at his shoelaces.
#ao3 fanfic#voltron legendary defender#college au#klance#keith kogane#lance mcclain#takashi shirogane#pidge holt#hunk garrett#allura vld#adam voltron#found family#slow burn#angst#friends to lovers#getting bigger#this chapter in particular has mommy issues all over it sorry#i dedicate ch 17 to all the baddies who have identity crises
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Guile & Guilt (Ch. 10 --- Ending)
THURSDAY â 10:24PM: 18 hours until the wedding
As Johnny popped open the door to the distilleryâs main hall, his grip on your hand tightened. It felt as if he was holding onto you in a strong current, working as hard as he could to keep you from slipping away. Yet, wave after wave of anxiety and fear crashed between you, trying its best to pull you apart. He was having none of it, and as you wilted, seeing everyoneâs faces staring at you in the hall, he strengthened, all but carrying you along with him, ready to face whatever music was behind that black, wooden portal.Â
He walked in front of you, shielding you from whatever terror waited for you just around the corner of the short corridor. Then, as he rounded it, confronting the crowd, you heard a raucous, jeering applause. The guests at the rehearsal dinner were whooping and clapping, carrying on about the most important (and embarrassing) moment of your life, smiling and laughing at you and your protector.Â
But, you didnât care about the crowd. You were scanning it for Pidge. Your eyes moved along the wall of faces, frantically searching for her. Then, pushing between Price and Gaz, there she was, coming towards you with Hamish not far behind.Â
The rest of the guests turned back to their business, still sharing laughs and comments to each other about your impromptu display of affection, but no one followed Pidge into the hallway to spy on you further.Â
When she saw your face, hers changed. It had been blank, emotionless, and cold. But, now, it was something as far from that as could be. You watched bright, fat tears fill the bottom lashes in her eyes, and her hand went to cover the grimace on her mouth.Â
Johnny shoved you behind him, blocking you from his sisterâs supposed wrath, but you spoke around him,
âIâm so sorry, Pidge. IâŚâ you sniffled as you looked up at her, fighting back your own sobs and trying to speak, âI tried so hard to stay away. Please, believe me.â
âAye,â Johnny interrupted, straightening himself up pridefully, âShe did, Pigeon. It was my fault.â
Pidgeâs face twisted into an angry snarl, and she spun around as if to walk away, then she turned back to him. You thought she might slap him right across his mouth, and you werenât positive, but you thought you could feel Johnny tensing up in front of you, bracing for it as he protected you.Â
Her face was displaying every emotion. It was pure chaos, and your heart ached to know that you had been the catalyst for it. But, as soon as she realized what she wanted to feel, she committed to reaching out for him, and she wrapped him in her arms, crying into his chest. He held her, letting her tears soak into his shirt.Â
âI kent so, you wee fuckinâ weapon,â she told him, her voice ragged and muffled by his body. You could barely understand her, âI spent all these years kenninâ she was the one whoâd change your daft mind. I kent youâd love her, Johnny-boy, but I didnae want you to.â
His voice was strained as he asked her,
âWhy, Pidge? Didnae you want me to be happy?â
âI wanted you to be yourself. The old you. The one who wanted to be home with us, with your family. You let me think you hated to be with me! You would leave and then, youâd go off withâŚâ Her eyes darted to you as if to apologize for what she was about to say, âWhatever hen was the bloody closest. I didnae ken what to think.â
It took Johnny a moment to answer her. You were standing off to the side now, and he looked straight at you as he spoke, as if he was using you for fortification,
âI wasnae well, Brigette. Itâs been right hard on me sometimes. Iâd come back, and Iâd get angry, just like da used to. I remember holding you at night when heâd get in that way, and you tried to hide your keeninâ but I heard you⌠and I didnae want that man back in your bloody house. So, Iâd crash on couches âtil I could come âround.â
Johnny sighed, listening to Pidgeâs cries subside as she heard his words, and he went on,
âIt was easier to spend a night here or a night there, enough time to be able to excuse away the bad dreams and the anger, but not enough to overstay my welcome. But, I missed out on a lot of time with you, and I ken Iâll never get it back. I dinnae want to miss any more of it.â
âWhy the lassies, then? If all you needed was a safe space to be, you couldâve ââ
Johnny smiled, shrugging,
âAny time of night, theyâd always say yes. Even if I just crashed on the sofa. I may or may notâve enjoyed the reputation a wee bit more than I shouldâve done.â
Johnnyâs soft grin turned on you, and he brought your hand up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles as if to apologize to you.Â
âAnd he didnât sleep with Cherise,â you interjected.Â
Pidge looked at you and then back to her brother as if waiting for him to confirm. He shrugged, dragging a tired hand down his face. Johnny laughed,
âJust a wee bit oâ flirtinâ, to be honest.â
She smacked him on his chest, hard. He winced and laughed some more.Â
âWhy didnae you tell me?â Her question was directed at both of you, and you could tell she expected a truthful answer. So, you plucked up the courage and told her,Â
âI couldnât lose you, Pidge. Youâre the only real family I have, and I couldnât bear it if you hated me for breaking your rules about dating your brother.â
You waited for her response, and it seemed like she was trying to find the words. She dug deep within herself to choose them, and every moment that went by, you prayed that they would at least be kind, that you would at least have a chance.Â
While she was locked in thought, Johnnyâs hand gripped yours, sealing your palms together, and pulled you into him, clutching you to his side in the cramped quarters of the hallway. Both of you were staring at his sister, two prisoners awaiting judgment.Â
Hamish stood beside her, his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him and let out a ragged breath, grabbing your free hand in hers,
âI didnae want you to end up like our ma. When she got sickâŚâ
You squeezed her hand to help her hold back her tears,
âHey, itâs okay. You donât have to explain yourself to me, Pidge.â
âWhen she got sick, he wasnae there. He didnae watch her layinâ there in pain. While he was bleedinâ to death in bloody Sarajevo, she was on her second round of the chemo. And I never forgave him. Still havnae forgave him. And so, when Johnny-boy comes to me and tells me heâs joined the SAS? I just⌠in my mind, he just took daâs place. I know thaâs not fair. Heâs his own man.Â
But, then I watched you takinâ care of me after all thaâ mess. You were there for me, babe. And I couldnae bear it if he let you down in the way that da did our mam,â she laughed then, wiping old tears away, âAnd I tried so hard to keep him away. Iâd cancel plans with you when he was home. I knew you were his. You were everything that my old Johnny loved.Â
I thought heâd changed. I thought heâd lost himself to the desert. I thought heâd leave you, and then Iâd lose you. And I couldnae lose you.â
âIâm so sorry, Pidge,â you told her.Â
She pulled you away from Johnny and wrapped you in a long hug,Â
âIâm sorry, too.â
âShe is,â Johnny said, rubbing your back as Pidge hugged you.Â
She pulled away to look up at him, waiting for him to elaborate. He cupped your chin in his huge hands, warming your neck with his soft grip. He stared into your eyes, looking at you as if there was nothing else to see,Â
âShe is everything that I love. Sheâs everything, Pidge.â
SATURDAY â 4:15AM: 1 hour after the wedding Â
You could barely get your keys into the lock, as weak as he was making you with his kisses on your neck. Johnny had groped you in the car, heâd kissed you until youâd moaned in the elevator, and heâd all but chased you down the hallway, laughing and grinning like a fiend.Â
âJohnny!â You gasped.Â
âHurry, lass. I cannae wait much longer,â he nuzzled your jaw.
You giggled again, pushing the door open and tumbling through it. He shut and locked it behind him, tossing your bag and jacket on the futon. Marlowe made herself scarce, still not used to seeing him in your house.Â
He pushed you into the kitchen, kissing you up against the countertop, holding your face in his hands.Â
âAre you my woman, thief? Tell me.â
âI am, Johnny. All yours. Iâll show you.â
You knelt on your kitchen floor, the glitter of your dress crinkling on the concrete. You smiled up at him, enjoying the concerned look on his face, and lifted the hem of his great kilt, tossing it over your head. He tried to stop you at first,Â
"No, thief... you dinnae need to⌠oh, fuck.âÂ
You found his cock with your lips, kissing his shaft. He was twitching, already hardening, swelling against your mouth, fully uncovered beneath his sporran. The large fur pouch tapped you against the back of your head as you kissed him, but you didnât care. You set your tongue on him like you were starving, licking him from base to tip, using your hands to massage his length and his balls. Your efforts seemed to change his mind because, now, he was begging you in a deep voice,Â
âDon't... don't stop⌠please, mèirleach. God, your mouthâŚ"Â
Johnny was coming apart above you in a literal sense. You felt the sporran fall away from your head and watched it fall to the ground next to his feet with a loud clunk. The soft wool of his great kilt swished against the small of your back, bare as it was in your gown. It tickled you on his behalf, petting you as you bobbed your head, trying desperately to swallow his challenging length.Â
He was tugging off his shirt now, and you watched the white cotton tail disappear up and out of his waistband as he yanked it from the belt. You lifted one of your hands and pushed it through the bottom of the pleated fabric, popping out of his belt, rubbing his abs from below as you sucked him.Â
Johnny grabbed your exploring fingers in his, gripping you tight, panting in heavy gasps above you,
âFuckinâ hell, thief. Iâm gonna come like this.â
Then, through the fabric of the tartan, you felt his hand on the back of your head, cradling you, shaking like a leaf. You took a deep breath and tried to fit him in your throat. He gagged you, too thick for your throat to handle him, but you fought through it, relaxing into him, trying your best to shock him, to make him crest over his waves of pleasure.Â
Johnnyâs hand became heavy against your skull, and you knew you had him. You swallowed into his salty head, over and over, coaxing him to come, licking and sucking him like you were trying to get to his warm, melting core.Â
âPlease, mèirleach! Iâm gonna⌠I cannae⌠please, please, pleaseâŚâ
He was crying out above you, shamelessly thrusting himself into your throat, unable to keep himself under control. You were drooling from your lips, and you felt it coating your chin. You let it happen, unwilling to be embarrassed, protected by the darkness of his kilt. You held onto his hand above his belt, and you let your other rub beneath his balls, teasing that forbidden space in between.Â
As soon as you did, he let out a dark whine, ending it in a sharp shout, releasing his load into your mouth. You tasted him, felt his salty cream slide into your belly, sucking him clean as he finished.Â
The cool air of the room hit your wet mouth and neck as he pulled his kilt over you, staring down at you with a ferocious, hungry look, mixed with the warmth of his pleasure and a bit of curious disbelief. He moved his hand back to your head, holding you in place by your hair, gentle enough but sure. Then, he gathered his tartan up in his other hand and used it to wipe your mouth for you, praising you as he did.
âMo mèirleach, so good for me. So fuckinâ good.â
You stared up at him, admiring his body. The cape of his great kilt had fallen from his shoulder, and his shirt was gone, leaving him bare. All of his muscles were straining with his ragged breathing, working hard to hold him together, dancing under his flushed skin. You rose, kissing his hairy belly, licking over his navel, finding a nipple to suckle against, nipping at it with your teeth as gently as you could, watching him writhe.Â
He was studying you now, as if he was seeing you for the first time, and he slipped one of his fingers beneath the strap of your dress, pulling it down your shoulder. It hung there, limply, and all that was left was its twin. He found that one next and tugged it down, watching as the dress cascaded away, revealing the nothing youâd worn underneath.Â
Johnny shuddered, gasping in a short breath, staring at your body in the low light. His eyes burned into yours, and he commanded you in a new tone, one youâd not heard before,
âGet to the bed, lass. Now.â
He watched you back up the few steps that it took to reach your mattress, swaying your hips as you did, running your hands over your breasts, teasing yourself and him at the same time.Â
Johnny was undressing as he followed you, lifting his shins to untie his ghillie brogues, ripping down the socks and letting his flashings fall out of them. Finally, he pulled out his sharp dagger, the sgian dubh, and let it fall to the counter with a loud bang. Lastly, he popped the boar-shaped buckle of his belt and the heavy kilt fell away, revealing his naked form to you.Â
He looked like he weighed as much as a bull. His body was immense, and his hands covered too much of you when he wrapped them around your waist. He could reach, pinky to thumb, across the span of your belly, and he warmed you with his palms, molding you to him like smooth clay.Â
Johnny lifted you, taking you by surprise, tossing you onto the bed so you landed on your back. You giggled, and then he shushed you, looming over you, kissing you, tasting himself there, sucking at your tongue and lips hungrily. His hands were kneading your breasts, plucking at your nipples and encouraging them to stiffen beneath his touch. Your giggles turned into soft whimpers, and you felt your pussy throbbing for him, soaking itself, eager for its missing piece. Â
Between his kisses, he was whispering to you, chanting his mantra, the same one heâd said before,Â
âYouâre mine, mèirleach. Youâre my woman. Say it.â
âIâm yours, mo chridheâŚâ You whined, feeling his thick fingers find your clit and discovering how wet you were.Â
âMine, mine, mine,â Johnny growled, sucking the delicate skin along your neck and collarbone, kissing you over and over, leaving a trail of them leading down to a strong latch on your nipple. He was using one of his fingers to press into your wetness, and when he felt the fire within you, he sighed involuntarily, shaking a bit from the sensation.Â
âYouâre soaked⌠Oh, fuck. You feel so warm.â
âDonât stop, Johnny, pleaseâŚâ You cried to him, feeling your whole body tense, ready to come.Â
He sat back on his heels, keeping your legs wrapped around his hips, using both hands to play you like a fiddle. And he made you sing for him, twisting his hand and curling his fingertips, stroking you in long, deep movements, pressing down into your hole to give you the sense of girth youâd soon be feeling for real.Â
âAre you ready for my cock, mèirleach? Hard again for you already,â he pulled himself up and let his heavy rod rest on top of your clit, sliding himself back and forth through your wet folds.Â
âPlease⌠Fuck me, baby, pleaseâŚâÂ
âShh, shh, shh. Iâve got you, thief. Iâve got you. Give me those eyes. There⌠there you are. Oh, perfect girl. So damn perfect for me. This pussy was made for me; Iâm sure of it. Do you ken how Iâm sure?â
You didnât say anything. You just stared at his body as he thrust his cock against your pussy lips, passing through them, making his cockhead glisten with your come. Then, he angled it down into you, and he let his head tease your hole, rubbing it in small circles, letting you feel every bit of his skin as it invaded your body.Â
âHereâs how I kenâŚâ He smiled down at you and thrust himself into you as slowly as he could.Â
Inch after staggering inch was fed into your heat, stoking the furnace within your belly, warming him up from the inside out. He was holding his breath the entire way in, his face locked in a tight, furious agony. Then, when you felt his base stretch you further, he smiled, tossing his head back in bright, easy joy.Â
Johnny looked back down at where you were joined and placed his hand on your belly, feeling himself inside of you, petting your soft skin. His eyes darted up to yours, watching you suffer from the pleasure heâd made,
âPerfect fit, mo mèirleach. Every bit of you. Your lips, your cheeks, your breasts⌠the way you read your poems to me. The way you love me. Youâre everything to me, lass. I love you.â
You felt like you were having an out of body experience. You couldnât stop your walls from pushing and pulling against his heavy rod, as hard as iron and smooth like velvet. Heâd filled you tight, like a cork in champagne, and you were very nearly ready to burst, not yet recovered from your previous orgasm.Â
âI love you, too, Johnny,â you begged him with your hips, grinding into him like you were riding him.
He played with your clit again, rubbing his thumb up and down its swollen length, feeling your lips as they stretched around him, making you cry out in all sorts of noises. Then, you watched as a burning mischief lit up his eyes, and that commanderâs voice was back,Â
âSpread your legs for me. Wide, just like that. Spread âem apart, lass. Let me see you. I wanna see that pink hole as it takes me like that. So fuckinâ good. Didnae ken it could be so bonnieâŚâÂ
Johnny started to thrust himself into you, good on his word, watching as he disappeared into your body. His head was rubbing against your most sensitive spot on the way out and tormenting your deepest parts on the way in. You were so full, you felt like you could burst. He tucked his hands into the crook of your knees and spread you just that much wider, making all of your nerves light up as he stretched your skin.Â
âJohnny! FuckâŚâ You were fluttering around him, clenching against his dick, trying to control your body and failing.Â
His voice was deep, and it resonated in the hollow of your chest,Â
âCome on, thief. Come for me. Come. Come⌠fuck. That feels so good, bonnie girl.âÂ
The pale, fading moonlight morphed and changed as your orgasm flooded your mind. He was still talking at you, chanting sweet and savory nothings, praising you for nothing and everything,Â
âI can feel your heart, mèirleach. Itâs beatinâ against me.â
âJohnnyâŚâ You gasped, coming down from your high only to feel him slamming himself into you like a relentless piston.Â
âTakinâ me so well, mo ghrĂ dh. Perfect for me. Takinâ this cock like it was made for you.â
âPlease, baby⌠I need you, mo chridhe. I needâŚâ You werenât sure what you need, but you prayed to him like a god, and you hoped he would know.
He fell over you, closing you into him, fitting you right to his chest, never breaking his incredible rhythm. He was kissing your mouth, letting the softest whimpers out of his throat as he did, whining for you.Â
âIs that it, thief? Is that what you need? Is that⌠fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckâŚâ
Each curse was a cry, and his voice was in pieces from it, broken and pleading. He was begging you, and every time he fucked his length into your belly, he would grunt like a beast, overcome with want.Â
You returned with your own mantra, finding his ear with your lips and whispering a thousand yeses into it, locking your heels around his thick waist, feeling his muscles working hard for you against your inner thighs.Â
âTell me⌠tell me to come, mo ghrĂ dh. Tell me when youâŚâ
He was suffering inside of you, and you felt his whole body trembling with desire, ready to fill you at your command.Â
You ran your hands through his mohawk, holding it at the base of his skull, and you whispered, releasing him,
âCome in me, baby. Come in me. Come in⌠oh, my God! ComeâŚâ
You held him close to you as he spent himself deep within your belly, filling you for the second time, screaming for you. Johnny clutched at you like you were a lifeline, holding you tight to him, even as he slowed, teasing his head inside of you, slipping through his own come as it mixed with yours. As he finally slid out of you, he was kissing you again, his lips loose and swollen, his tongue tasting you gently.Â
âI love you,â you whispered between kisses.Â
He looked like you had just sunk your knife between his ribs, aiming right for his heart, and all the air left his lungs, no longer needed. Johnny died and was reborn in your arms within half-seconds, little moments that only you could see. His smile was the most beautiful thing youâd ever seen as he answered you,Â
âI love you, thief.â
He left you for a moment to reach below the bed. Johnny came back up with his kilt in his hand, and he wrapped you in it, swirling his long tartan around your body, folding you in MacTavish dress blue. He pulled you into his lap as he leaned against your headboard, panting and trying to come back to reality.Â
You played with his tags around your neck, basking in the warmth of his woolen cloak, letting your head rest against his neck, and your mind started to imagine how your name might look with MacTavish behind it.Â
JULY
Johnny held your hand as the plane touched down, waking you up slowly. There was a soft ding and the captainâs voice came on overhead,
âWelcome to Iceland. If you want to adjust your watch, it is 1705. The weather in KeflavĂk is a bit overcast, and the temperature is 20 degrees Celsius. We wish you a pleasant stay, and we hope to see you again very soon. On behalf of all our crew, thank you for choosing British Airways as your airline today.â
Pidge leaned over you to talk to her brother, tightening her grip on Hamishâs hand as he sat to her right,
âI swear to Jesus and Mary, I thought I was gonna die! Did you book these tickets, Johnny-boy? Iâm feelinâ faint.â
âItâs okay, darling,â Hamish soothed her, âWe made it. Itâs over.â
âHoly shite. Iâm shakinâ like a wee leaf!â She gasped, fanning herself.
You made it out of the airport with only a little drama, and by the time you pulled into the hotel, you were starving. Johnny tipped the cabbie and guided you inside, wrapping his arm around you tightly.Â
âSo, thief,â he suggested, âDid you wanna grab a bite in the hot spring? Theyâve got the swim-up bar.â
âEager to see me in that bathing suit you bought for me, hm?â You answered knowingly.Â
He blushed, grinning sinfully,Â
âAyeâŚâ
âAs long as I get to eat, Iâll wear whatever you want, mo chridhe.â
He whistled low and even, shaking his head,Â
âDinnae make promises you cannae keep, woman.â
âHey! MacTavish!â
A voice was shouting at you from across the lobby. Toting bags and already dressed in their summer gear, Price, Gaz, and Ghost headed over toward you.
âHey! There you are,â Johnny greeted them, and there were warm hugs all around.Â
âWell, câmon,â Price grabbed you by the arm, âLemme see it.â
You smiled at him, holding up your left hand, letting him get a long look at the huge amethyst that sat as the flower on the end of a circular, golden thistle-shaped ring.Â
âGorgeous,â Price smiled, shaking Johnnyâs hand again, âWe canât wait for the wedding. If itâs anything like the last one, I know itâll be a good time.â
You laughed with him, feeling Johnnyâs soft lips in your hair as he leaned down to kiss you. He smiled at you, speaking to his captain,Â
âAye, I cannae hardly wait.â
Thank you so much to everyone who read, liked, commented, and reblogged this story! I truly hope you enjoyed it. If you did, you might consider checking out my Price/Reader 100k story, "Gunslinger", available on AO3.
If you need more Soap, be on the lookout for Chapter 2 of PornStar!Johnny, which is threatening to turn itself into a full fic if I don't watch out.
Thanks so much to my betas and to all my mutuals for your support and ideas!! I love hearing from y'all, so message me anytime.
UPDATE: Epilogue (Ch. 11)
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Iâm watching Voltron: Legendary Defender for the first time and here is what I have had to say per each season (this is 1-2) (3-4) (5-6) (7) (8)
Pre-Watch Knowledge
->big transformers type robot
->pretty alien girl that looks like princess yue from A:tLA
->they are the epitome of color-coded characters
->space??
->there was crazy people in the fanbase that sent cupcakes laced with something to the creators
->queer baiting (this one in particular got me)
->klance.
->^honestly I only knew that because people were comparing it to zukka and I wanted to check it out
->my friend really likes it
Post S1 thoughts-
->that cliffhanger was crazy imagine they werenât renewed for a s2
-> i went on tumblr after and youre telling me they made that show IN TWO YEARS?? EIGHT SEASONS. IN TWO MF YEARS?? that is insane. props to the writers bro they fr must of known what they were doing.
->all of these characters already scream âdoomed by the narrativeâ
->my fav characters are pidge and lance
->I definitely did NOT expect yue Allura to be British
->bonding moment.


->^like yeah okay i get it now
-> the healing pods are a very interesting concept. Like, what if you get some ailment that it doesnât recognize?? Do you just die??
-> genuinely felt so bad for Not Yue. Allura. Allura when they had to remove her fatherâs memory thing. Like yeah I know the castle was corrupted or wtv but bro imagine. Your entire race is dead. your mom, who you previously knew alive is now most likely dead. You already had to go through losing your father once, and now you have to lose him again. Any sliver of hope you had of staying connected with him is gone, because the entirety of his essence is now gone. Sheâs stronger than me, I would have never given him up so easily. I admire that about her.
->I also made the horrible mistake of going on ao3 after
yk for gits and shiggles⌠and when I go to a new fandom I always search by hits to see the classics first yk
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WHY are you guys so đŻđťđŽđŞđ´đ⌠I genuinely shed a tear what. I was flabbergasted to say the least.
On that note the top 23 were about redguy/blueguy getting smoochy-smoochy with each other so I guess that should be a hint as to what you guys like
->the description of the show says the robot (voltron) is operated by âfive teenagersâ but that shiro guy has to be AT LEAST 25. He is pushing 30 you canât convince me otherwise.
->for now itâs kinda giving atla except the war is intergalactic and lasted 10,000 years instead of 100.
->all the other characters seem to have a pretty clear background, but we havenât yet heard about Keithâs backstory, so I want to know (I know now, this was my initial thought)
->shiros backstory/ptsd is very interesting, lots of angst possibilities i see
-> I had an inkling that pidge wasâŚgenderly different. (At first I thought she was transmasc)
Post S2
-> WHERE is my man. Where did he go.

-> Pookie please come back. Now. Itâs not a suggestion.
->KEITH BACKSTORY I PREDICTED THEY WERE GONNA SHOW US YAY I LOVE BEING RIGHT
-> heâs galra! Soooo much whump opportunity
-> the whole âAllura doesnât hate you sheâs just a little upset to find out ur part of the race that killed off her entire peoples and family and okay maybe she does hate youâ scene with keith and hunk is really giving that scene in atla: the southern raiders where zuko thinks katara hates him and sokka reassures him (badly) while he was just trying to get laid w suki.

->^ thatâs gay
-> the aliens they met are going to be very important, arenât they?

->^ oohhh so this is where the âlangstâ stuff comes from? heâs just kinda insecure i think, but it canât possibly just be this episode that has that tag so high, unless flanderization is just really popular with you guys, but already suspect that unfortunately

->^Allura high key ate with this
->the âBlade of Marmoraâ people are definitely gonna be important later
-> the mall episode was soooo fun! fav s2 episode for sure!

->^gay. Itâs literally giving âtwo bros chillin in a hot tub. five feet apart cus theyâre not gayâ
-> I know of 2 ships now. klance and allurance. I only see the former though, the latter seems more like a running gag/unrequited crush thing (for now i suppose)
-> Coran is an icon. I love that whimsical man. heâs beekeeping age per say.
-> I need pidge to find her brother and father man I feel so bad for her PLEASE DOBT TELL ME THEYRE DEAD ILL LITERALLY DIE.
-> pidge is sooooo cool i love her so much sheâs literally the pookiest of the pookies
-> Who tf is gonna be the black paladin now. Keith sure as hell isnât ready for that. maybe Allura?? Cus yk she kinda already leads them a little bit
These are thoughts I had compiled over a while now. I am on S5E3 as of now (07/03/24) but I wanted to document my thoughts either way. I will post on the tag âlauraâs first vldâ
#lauraâs first vld#vld#first voltron watch#first time watch#I try to skip spoilers as much as I can but thereâs only so much you can do when ur constantly yapping about ur hyperfixation to your phone#the healing pods are a very interesting thing tho#Iâll never let go of that. what if idfk ur appendix burst or something? do alteans have appendixes?? this actually raises more questions#alien anatomy is really interesting#even now i still donât understand what âquinntessenceâ is#âoh itâs like a life fuel/the essence of lifeâ yeah no still confused. is it carbon?? cus thatâs what makes organic life?? crazy#thereâs a lot of hypotheticals regarding this shows scientific element#Voltron#voltron legendary defender
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âHe reached for his bayard when his breath was knocked from him again. This time though he noted a wave of fear and adrenaline came cascading over his connection with Pidge. It was overwhelming and for a moment all Lance could do was stare at the ground as Pidge's emotions ripped through him like claws. Tears built in the corner of his eyes as pain that burned raced up his left thigh.â
- Quote from Paladinâs Plea Ch 3
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Multi Fic Friday
Its basically where I pick a random list of tropes and fics to go with them :)
Sick Paladins:
Lance: Drowning With Fever- IcyPanther
Keith: Keith is Dying Again - Immiams
Pidge: Iâll Keep You Safe- Solar_Litost
Hunk: Training Missions Suck- CosmicFlora
Shiro: We Are Still Young (For Now)- sunspot_solarflare
Hypothermia: - Shiro and Hunk cuz I couldnt find any
Lance: Collapsed- Ironic_Swag7782
Keith: âI donât know how to get us out of thisâ - T_Hurricane
Pidge: Bad Things Happen To Paladins (Ch. 9) - actress4Him
Poisoned Paladins:
Lance: Dimming Lights- BluePlanetTrash
Keith: Talking In Your Sleep- T_Hurricane
Pidge: Eat Me Up From the Inside- Cocopops1995
Hunk: why are their NO hunk fics?! Thatâs a crime
Shiro: maybe Iâm just really bad at finding them?
#sorta inspired by Jackie (autisticlancenclain) check them out!#justice for hunk and Shiro fics#voltron#lance voltron#angst#ao3 author#keith voltron#klance#klangst#lance mcclain#ao3 fanfic#keith kogane#shiro voltron#pidge voltron#hunk voltron#fic recs#sick paladins#sickfic#poisoned#poisoned paladins#hypothermia#voltron fanfic#Voltron fic recs
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HeyâŚcan I get some details about y/n from the Lost lion fanfic you made, so I donât have to scurry through 29 chapter of how she looks like just so I can make some fan art for u??

(thereâs supposed to be a picture but idk if it worked)
ahh hello!! thank you so much for your message đ fanart would be so so cool aklsdfkls
on ch. 23 there's a few picrew stuff i made, but i'll write some y/n stuff down here for you :) There'll be a page break since there might be a spoiler (?) about y/n's appearance <333
y/n is really open-ended as a character so that she can become what readers envision her as! You can definitely make her however you envision her, but when I write, I imagine her as my OC, so here's how I imagine her đŤąđťâđŤ˛đź
Since she is half-Altean, in my mind, she has pinkish-reddish hair (her hair color is the pink hex code of this blog lololol) and she has pointed ears. Her hair is decently long and her typical hairstyle is a braid/two braids. But she doesn't have any Altean markings, just like how Lotor doesn't have any until they get to Oriande (and even then, they're temporary).
And since she's half-Galran, her eyes are similar to Keith's (he has such pretty eyes đŤśđť). They're like a mix of his violet eyes and Romelle's brighter purple ones. She has pointy teeth (probably minor fangs, sharp canines, etc.) and a few faint scars on her body/face from her time as a prisoner and training growing up in the Empire (like Shiro's nose scar and the scar Keith gets later in season 6). Her skin could have a purple undertone, but for the most part, it's "normal" (aka not fully purple like Lotor's đââď¸). Body-wise, I feel like sheâs pretty built since she trains every day and height-wise, sheâs #5 so sheâs shorter than the guys, but taller than Pidge. Iâd say probably around Alluraâs height.
I hope this was helpful!! If you make any art, I can't wait to see it!!!
(the picture of the cat also worked haha đ¤)
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I know you're a voltron lover ny friend so which fox would be which paladin and why?
okay so i got this ask like as soon as i woke up and i was like HUH bc i forgot about last night :'))
after some consideration, of the monsters:
Kevin would be Shiro, Neil would be Keith, Nicky would be Lance, Andrew would be Hunk, and Aaron would be Pidge. (none of these assignments has anything to do with shipping purposes. like i'm not saying neil and nicky would be klance? i just wanna make that clear?)
Anyhow you can think otherwise, i don't mind! But to me, these just make sense.... I will explain myself below.
long, sort of insane ramble under the cut. you have been warned.
Kevin is the slightly older mentor to Neil (the shiro to neil's keith) who is very traumatized by his time with a Bunch of Evil Shits and has gray hair and had his hand (arm) ruined by the enemy! He learns and grows and tries to make his team the best it can be. He never wants to stop until the ravens (galra) are defeated! He's scared bc he's far from home but he's brave as hell anyway! Braver than he should have to be, he's just in his 20s. PLEASE GIVE THIS MAN A BREAK (and also he's separated from his bf. ik kevjean isn't canon but let me make this connection anyway bc they're canon to me)
Neil is the hotheaded asshole who actually sorta wants to be friends with people but has the social skills of a raccoon who was shoved into a trash can and shaken around for, oh, ten years or so. He looks up to Kevin, wants to be like him, but knows he could NEVER fill his shoes! And he doesn't want to! He wants to help Kevin, not be Kevin. (getting the quote wrong for sure but the 'one of us should make it and i want it to be you' kinda mindset is so keith? keith literally almost died to KEEP EVERYONE SAFE!!!! LIKE NEIL'S STUPID MARTYR ASS)
Nicky is the sweet, funny one who cares deeply about everyone and who gets the least consideration from the rest no matter how he tries? (the man willingly moved away from his family (ERIK) to take care of people who don't give a shit about him (supposedly), like lance who was taken from his family to fight to save the world? like... come on.) he's unapologetic about who he is and tries to get along with everyone, for the most part. but he has no problem biting back one someone starts smth. (ie. his beef with Seth and Allison) He is misunderstood, bc while he's outgoing and friendly he also has another side that's just straight-up Traumatized. Like... he's not all jokes. He's just hiding behind them.
Andrew is is strong and is largely a Protector. People misunderstand him because of things outside of his control, by this I mean Andrew is 'evil and crazy,' but it's because of the drugs that he's on bc he was fiercely protective of his cousin. He cares about his people and wants to protect them. (Like Hunk is rightly scared and Andrew acts apathetic, but they do care. That's the important part.) I'm not saying Andrew has a secret heart of gold and he's a Sweet Lil Cinnamon Roll or all the shit people used to say about Hunk (bc let's be honest, making the fat brown character into a uwu baby is rage inducing) but he cares. OH ALSO THEY BOTH HAVE A FEAR OF HEIGHTS!!!! (or hunk did at the beginning anyhow!) Also this is unrelated but I think Andrew would enjoy having a bayard. It could turn into lots of different knives? sign him up : )
Aaron is green. (i was gonna leave it at that to be funny but that would be mean to aaron) So... Aaron is Andrew's everyone's annoying sibling who's actually really smart but also is a dumbass at the same time. He's got ulterior motives to be there. (Aaron plays exy to get his education, Pidge is part of voltron to find her dad and brother.) And Aaron is going into the medical field which is science related, thusly... assigned green paladin by Moi.
Anyway, it just fits. I could probably go into even more detail but I'd rather be dead than discuss this show at length bc I'm not a really voltron fan. I love the characters and the first three seasons. that's where it stops for me. the rest of the show makes me wanna die. lol i couldn't even tell you what happens after s3. i've blocked it all of that shit from my memory. :')
ahhh sorry for this novel. i just apparently had a lot of thoughts. i was gonna go and do the upperclassmen as well but... this is too long and they're not my Pookies so.
(ps: sorry this is so badly formatted. i didn't feel like making it look nice :'))
#yeah i've had a fandom blog for almost 8 years yes i hate even thinking about the show. we exist (lots of us do)#i was there in the trenches man... it was insane.#that being said. i wanna say thanks to this fandom for being a little less insane. <3 i actually have friends here and i love that : )#and guys. don't send me voltron discourse. at all. i'm way too goddamn old to care about that. okie?#answered#sunriseabram
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Ch. 4: Signals (reprise)
Signals (4413 words) by maplesyrupptarmigan Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lance/Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt Characters: Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Lance's Siblings (Voltron), Veronica (Voltron), Rachel (Voltron) Additional Tags: Lance & Rachel (Voltron) are Twins, Adam & Lance (Voltron) are Siblings, Pre-Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Trans Female Pidge | Katie Holt, Biromantic Lance (Voltron), Garrison Trio forever Series: Part 2 of Signals Summary:
Iverson was right. We're not a team, we're just a mess ofâof mixed signals. His eyes lit up, electric blue glinting in the moonlight. Which is why, starting today, we're gonna start team bonding time. We're not a team, yet, but we can be. We just need to communicate better!
Pidge looked at him flatly, remembering the simulator. And how do you propose we do that, Mr. Tailor?
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yayy it's done. it's been fun. thanks.
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Bird theme
general bird theme
tagging: @bpdxhoardic, @s-hinobun
owl, parrot
(Nick)Names:
bird, birdi/birdie/birdy, birdette, birdley, beak, blue, bill, byrd, byrdi/byrdie/byrdy, berd, berdi/berdie/berdy, birdo, budgy/budgie, birdine/byrdine/berdine, bittern wing, wren feather, feasant, falcon, fiacre, fugl, fugel, fagel song owl, oiseau, ocell, ocellu ave, ava, avi, avia, aviar, aviary, arden, alouette, avis, aviana, avion, arno, adler, arvid, audette, amsel, avem, aderyn, allen, avocet crow, chick, callum, circe, chirp, corbin, colm, colombe, columbia, canary, caique, chickadee dove, duck, dipper hen, hawk, hoot, hooty, hum/humm, hummer, humming, hunter sparrow, stork, swan, shiri pheasant, pelican, prey, phoenix, paloma, peregrine, peregrina, paxaro, pouli, poulaki, ptashka, ptitsa, pasare, ptica, ptashynyy, ptakh, parrot, parakee, parakeet, pidgy, pidgin/pidgen/pigeon, pidove, pidge, plovar, plover, perch, percher raven, robin eagle, ezio, eun, ean, egg, eggbirt/egbirt/eggbert/egbert kite, kestrel/kestral quail, quill jay, jonah, jonas gavin, game, gannet, geese, goose mavis, merle, merula, merel, madar vulture, vogel, vorona, vtak, vtaci lark, lonan, lind, lintu, loon talon, teal, teyr, tweet, tweety/tweeti/tweetie ucello nest, nester
1stp prns: i/me/my/mine/myself
bi/bii/bir/birdine/birdself wi/win/wing/wingine/wingself fi/fea/feath/feathine/featherself bi/bea/beak/beakine/beakself ei/egg/eggs/eggine/eggself ti/tal/talon/taline/talonself ni/ne/nes/nestine/nestself twi/twee/tweet/tweetine/tweetself pi/pe/per/perchine/perchself bi/bii/bill/billine/billself chi/chii/chir/chirpine/chirpself
2ndp prns: you/your/yours/yourself
bo/bir/birds/birdself wo/wingr/wingrs/wingrself fo/feather/feathers/featherself bo/beakr/beakrs/beakrself eo/eggr/eggrs/eggrself to/talonr/talonr/talonrself no/nester/nesters/nesterself two/tweeter/tweeters/tweeterself po/percher/perchers/percherself bo/billr/billrs/billrself cho/chir/chirpers/chirpself
3rdp prns: they/them/theirs/themself
bi/bird/birds/birdslef bi/ird, bird/birds wi/wing/wings/wingself wi/ing, wing/wings bea/beak/beaks/beakself e/egg/eggs/eggself eg/egg, egg/eggs tal/talon/talons/talonself tal/on, talon/talons nes/nest/nests/nestself ne/est, nest/nests, nest/nester nest/nesting twe/tweet/tweets/tweetself twee/tweet, twe/eet, tweet/tweets tweet/tweeting song/bird water/bird per/perch/perches/perchself per/ch, per/erch, perch/perches perch/perching bi/bill/bills/billself bi/ill, bill/bills phea/pheasant/pheasants/pheasantself phea/sant, pheasant/pheasants chi/chirp/chirps/chirpself chi/irp, chirp/chirps
Titles
the bird, the bird of prey, the small bird, the waterbird, the songbird, the flightless bird, the migrator, the migrating bird, the one who migrates, the one who tweets, the one who chirps, the nest, the nest of eggs, the egg, the wing, the falling feather, the winged one, the nester, the nesting bird, the caretaker of birds, the bird trainer, the bird owner, the birds nest, the feathered one, the one with talons, the one with feathers, the pretty bird
(prn) who chirps, (prn) who tweets, (prn) who nests, (prn) who flies, (prn) who cannot fly, (prn) who dives for prey, (prn) who lays eggs, (prn) who cares for bird, (prn) who trains birds, (prn) who is bird-like, (prn) who is winged, (prn) who takes flight, (prn) who cannot take flight, (prn) who has feathers, (prn) who is feathered
this bird, this bird of prey, this songbird, this waterbird, this bird trainer, this nest, this birds nest, this wing, this feather, this winged hunter, this small bird, this pretty bird
#bird names#names of birds#bird titles#bird theme#bird pronouns#bird neos#bird neopronouns#name searching#names#name list#request#title list#name blog#pronoun blog#requests open#requests are open#queersrus#1st person neopronouns#2nd person neopronouns#3rd person pronouns#names from birds#list of names#pronoun list#requested list#title lists#reqs open#titles#name ideas#title ideas#pronoun ideas
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ch 14â valentine's day shenanigans ;)
chapter 14 is up!!!! highlights: snow day fun, a little bit of gender dysphoria (ily pidge) and HUGE klance development
#ao3 fanfic#college au#voltron legendary defender#klance#keith kogane#lance mcclain#takashi shirogane#adam voltron#hunk garrett#pidge holt#allura vld#snow day#valentine's day
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Guile & Guilt (Ch. 09)
Soap/Reader - MDNI/18+ AO3 Link
WEDNESDAY â Evening: 2 days until the wedding
The worst part was the pretending. You thought that youâd be in the most pain when you were alone, sobbing in your room, clutching Marlowe like a comfort stuffie, but that wasnât it. The hardest thing, actually, was smiling when you should be smiling.Â
No, the hardest thing was staring down at his bed and knowing you had to sleep in it because why shouldnât you sleep in it? What reason could you tell her that you werenât able to climb into his sheets and smell his scent in your nose again?
You couldnât tell her that the softness of his Rangers jersey felt like thorns to you now. You couldnât tell her why youâd prefer to sleep on the couch, the floor, outside â anywhere but his bed. No. You had to smile, and it needed to be believable. It couldnât be a masked grimace through tears like youâd been using to get back and forth from the coffee shop and your bed, unable to even make yourself a boiled egg.Â
Youâd come down, as planned, for the rehearsal dinner tomorrow night, and the real kicker â the stake that just twisted right into your heart â was that Johnny and his whole team would be down, too. Of course all the hotels (of which there were one) and the bed and breakfasts were booked solid. So, theyâd all just crash here, as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing except for you.Â
You were anything but ordinary. You were desperate for some sort of relief from the pain in your chest. Every time you looked down at your phone, you felt it. You ignored the 47 missed calls and the countless text messages, keeping it on silent no matter what. Youâd gotten calls from him, from all of his friends, even one from Ghost. You didnât return them. You thought he had even come to your door one night, but you didnât answer it. You couldnât. All you could do was tell yourself to breathe, to eat, to shower, and to make it to the next hour in one piece so you could get through this wedding without falling the fuck apart.Â
âYou all set in here, babe?â Pidge asked behind you, watching you stare down at the empty bed, âJohnnyâll be here in just a bit so be sure to claim the good side before he does.â
She laughed. You laughed. You sounded crazy.Â
âMakinâ your favorite tonight. Chicken tikka,â she was talking to you like a parent talks to a child when they know something is wrong but are determined not to pry.Â
âThanks, Pidge. Iâll come help in a moment.â
âAlright,â she smiled again and shut the door.Â
You dropped your bag and waited what you assumed was a normal amount of time before heading out into the kitchen, a brave mask on in place of your face.
She set you to work after you washed your hands, and you were grateful for it. Pidge was talking for you, retracing her steps from her hen do, telling you the parts she couldnât remember. It was as if everything sheâd said to Johnny had just disappeared into thin air, and you wondered how much of that was by choice or by accident. She didnât even remember you getting a cab.Â
Now, she was gushing about how amazing her photographer was, and how he was coming down for the walkthrough. You nodded when you needed to nod; you smiled when you needed to smile.Â
â...told him youâd stand in for me at the altar.â
âWhat?â Youâd missed something important.Â
âThe photographer needs to shoot Hamish and I, but we cannae be at the altar until our wedding, obvi, so I told him you and Lachlan would be the stag and hen for that practice shoot. Is that alright?â She was looking at you like sheâd made a mistake.Â
You shook your head,
âYeah, yeah. Thatâs fine. No problem. Whatever you need me to do.â
The front door creaked open and you almost dropped the saucepan onto the floor.Â
âPidge?â His voice called through the house.Â
âIn the kitchen!â She called back.Â
You stirred the sauce.Â
He must have been staring at you because Pidge made a comment,
âWeâre doing chicken tikka. Itâs her fav, and I thought she deserved it after what I put her through last weekend.â
âAye,â his tone was odd, âIâll go drop my bag. The lads are on their way in.â
You could tell he left the room. It was as if your body could sense it somehow. You wondered if he was staring at the bed. You wondered if it would feel like thorns for him, too.Â
Why would it?Â
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You screamed inside of your mind. Get it together.Â
You stirred the sauce. It was the only thing you could do. If someone had tried to take the pan from you, you might have smacked them with it.Â
Hamish came up beside you with the cream,
âReady for me?â
âSure,â you held your spoon away so he could pour it in.Â
âSmells great. Go sit, lass. I poured you a wine. Iâll make your wee plate.â
You smiled at Hamish and marched yourself over to the table. Price came in and saw you sitting there, and after he said hello to Ham and Pidge, he sat next to you in some sort of act of mercy. Hamish poured him a wine as well and they caught up. Small talk. Just the weather. You performed your vanishing act, becoming invisible.Â
Until you werenât.Â
His eyes bored into you from the hallway as he made his way into the kitchen. He was forced to sit all the way at the other end of the table, as far from you as he could be, next to Gaz and Ghost.Â
Everyone was chatting, drinking, eating. And you worked hard to be unseen. But, he just kept staring. You felt his eyes when you took a bite, when you dropped your fork, when you wiped your mouth⌠he may as well have been pinning you down with his huge hands; you were so scrutinized. You felt like you were being dissected, a frog on a studentâs desk, your heart plucked out for examination.Â
What was he looking for? Forgiveness? Wrath? You didnât know, and you didnât want to guess. You wanted to melt into the carpet like a fallen ice cube, to evaporate into nothingness so you didnât have to feel his eyes on you anymore.Â
Suddenly, you looked up at him, catching him. Only then did he look away. He must have seen something inside of you that answered his question.Â
You cleaned up the plates, making an excuse to do the dishes while everyone else lounged in the den.Â
Then, disaster. Hamish cut himself while putting away his knives. Blood rushed out of the cut and down his elbow, dripping onto the counter and the tile. You rushed over with a towel,
âHere, put some pressure.â
Pidge took over for you, and she told you,
âGo check Johnnyâs bag. Heâs got a wee first aid kit in there, I know he does.â
You looked around for Johnny to make him do it instead, but heâd gone outside to smoke with Price, so you jogged off to his room alone. His bag was on the bed, and you took a deep breath before unzipping it, staying tight to your mission. Then, you spotted the little red kit near the bottom. You pulled it out in a hurry, and the rucksack dropped to the floor, spilling its contents.Â
âShit,â you muttered, bending to clean it up.Â
You tossed all the clothes back in, but you noticed a journal that had fallen out. It was splayed open, its spine facing you. Your hands shook a bit as you went to pick it up. Then, you saw the one thing you hadnât expected to see: you.Â
Your face was sketched out in careful detail. There were little scratches of pen for the shadows, and negative space for the highlights. Your eyes were looking off in the distance, and your smile was soft, almost like it wasnât even there. You looked beautiful.Â
You couldnât help yourself. You flipped the page. You found a map, and a sketch with some attack dogs, but in the margin you saw Sonnet 91. You turned the page again. Your face was everywhere. Your body, your eyes, your hands⌠you were scattered across the paper in bright blue ink. Then, Sonnet 145. Coffee stains and what may have been blood marred the masterpieces he had left behind. You flipped again, and it was you. Pieces of Sonnet 29. Then you. You were on every page. All of the images of war and maps and guns disappeared and now it was just you, you, you.
Your heart slammed into your mouth and you couldnât breathe. You thought of golden sunrises across the Urzikstani desert half a world away, imagining him sitting on the open tailgate of a Humvee with this book open in front of him. You thought of how closely he had watched you for months; how his hands had traced the curves of your body so beautifully sketched before you. How he had noticed the three freckles on the side of your eye, the ones you thought no one could see.Â
You shoved the book back in the bag and ran back into the kitchen, first aid kit in hand.Â
Pidge noticed something was wrong.
âYou alright, hen?â
âJust squeamish,â you feigned nausea, pointing to Hamishâs blood.Â
Johnny came back in from the porch, looking at you, distress creasing his brow,
âWhatâs happened?â
âHamishâŚâ You gestured at the injured man, pointedly avoiding looking at Johnny.Â
âDonât like the sight of blood, thief?â Price asked, using your nickname. In your periphery you could see Johnny stiffen at the comment, but no one else seemed to notice. Price continued, suggesting, âWhy donât we go for a walk.â
âThanks, John,â Pidge smiled at him, glad that he could tend to you as she was tending to her fiance.Â
You let yourself be led out of the house through the front door. Price had you by the arm, none too gently, you thought, and walked you into the cool night air, wrapping his jacket around you and shutting the door.Â
He was relighting a fat cigar, letting the smoke linger in his mouth, walking slowly, aimlessly down the path, without a destination in mind, leading you nowhere.Â
âAre you alright?â He asked, knowing the answer.Â
âNo.â
You werenât sure why you told him the truth. He was just going to run back and report to Johnny. But, there was something in his eyes that made you think he genuinely cared, and you so desperately needed someone to care.Â
âHave you listened to his side of it?âÂ
âNo.â
âDo you want to?â
You didnât answer. You wanted to say no, but something stopped you.Â
Price stopped walking, his boots scraping in the gravel of the path, his bright blue eyes icy and a little sad.Â
âListen,â he frowned, âIâve known Johnny a lot longer than you. Iâve seen him broken. Iâve seen him scared. Iâve seen him mad, and drunk, and happy, and beaten⌠but Iâve never seen him like this.â
You crossed your arms in his jacket, trying to find some warmth. Suddenly, you felt Priceâs finger dig inside of the neckline of your shirt. You almost knocked his hand away, but he put up his other in a sign of peace. And when he found what he was looking for, he smiled.Â
Heâd pulled out Johnnyâs dog tag from beneath your shirt, and you knew youâd been caught. Price held the coin up to you like the sacrament, discovering your shame, bringing your sin out into the open. In that moment, you wanted to bend down on both knees and take it into your mouth, and you wanted him to make you whole again with it.Â
âThis isnât like him,â he said, the porch light made the silver gleam, and it blinded you for a moment, âHeâs generous enough with his smiles and compliments, but he doesnât give freely of himself. Not like this. Wouldâve thought youâd known. Heâs kept himself hidden all this time. But, not from you.âÂ
You cried. You didnât want to. You bit your lip and furrowed your brow. You swallowed your spit and tried to breathe through the tears, but they came anyway. He held you to his chest, and you knew his tee shirt would be wet from your weakness, but he kept a steady hand on your back, regardless.Â
He tucked the tag back into your shirt and it lay cold against that spot between your breasts; the same spot Johnny had kissed you when heâd taken your guilt from you the first night youâd been together, there, in his bed. You thought Price would make some sort of face, some judgment. But, he didnât. He simply walked you back inside and held the door for you.Â
You went through it on your own accord, and Johnnyâs eyes were the first thing to greet you. He raked them over you like a forest fire, burning you from roots to boughs, seeing Priceâs jacket over your shoulders and lingering on it for a while until you handed it back to his captain.Â
âAll covered!â Hamish chuckled, holding up his bandaged finger to you, âSorry, babes.â
You smiled,Â
âNo worries. I think Iâm just tired from the ride in. Gonna lay down early.â
Pidge caught your attention,Â
âDonât forget, you and Johnny have to make it before two. Pictures are at two.â
You nodded, retreating to what used to be a sanctuary. Now, it felt more like a cell.Â
Your goal was to get to sleep before he could join you. You knew it would be too suspicious for him to follow you into his room, so you had the advantage of time. How strange it was to avoid what you had been craving.Â
You climbed into the sheets, and you did your best to ignore all of the memories that kept rushing back. The smear of her purple lipstick across his soft earlobe haunted you like a ghost.Â
THURSDAY â Midnight: 1 day until the wedding
He came in as quietly as he could, but you woke up anyway. You tried your best to pretend to be asleep, keeping your breathing heavy and long. It was pitch black, and when he sat on the bed, you heard the familiar creak of the coils.Â
He pulled the covers back, he fluffed the pillow, he took off his watch, and then he just⌠laid there.Â
You werenât sure what you were expecting he would do. Wake you up? Demand your attention? Youâd shut him out completely. He knew his company was unwanted.Â
The dark voice laughed at you in your head. It knew the truth. It wanted him to fight for you. It wanted him to beg for your mercy. It wanted him to take you in his arms anyway, despite your protests. It wanted him to ignore your wishes. It wanted the animal in him to claim the animal in you, to remind you that you were his woman and that he could do with you as he wished.Â
But, he wasnât an animal. He was a man, and he respected you enough to stay on his side of the line.Â
It was only when he thought you were well and truly asleep that you felt his finger graze the metal chain of his dog tags on the back of your neck, not heavily enough to wake you, but enough to feel that they were real. You wondered if Price had ratted you out or if Johnny had noticed himself. You thought it was the latter, knowing him. Â
You passed out eventually, listening to the sound of his quiet snoring, your pillow soaked from tears that had spilled out across the bridge of your nose. Tears he wouldnât be able to touch.Â
THURSDAY â 2:00PM: 1 day until the wedding
Saint Patrickâs church was quaint, and the interior was minimalistic compared to other Catholic churches youâd visited before. There was something sort of liminal about the space, as if it were unfinished. You wondered what it would look like when it was full of people.Â
You were standing at the altar, fake bouquet in hand, pretending to be a blushing bride. The photographer was very much in charge of this ordeal, and he was as outspoken as he was confident.Â
âOkay, perfect. See? Sheâs perfect. Can you be perfect, too, MrâŚ.?â
âItâs Lachlan. Lachlan Black,â he reminded him for the third time.Â
âUgh, okay. Lachlan. If only you were a little more memorable, but my brain just â whoosh!â The photographer, Gary, made a little noise and a motion with his hand like a bird flying through a window.Â
âAnd youâre just too damn tall, you know that?â Gary sighed.Â
He looked around the room, appraising all of the bridal party like a dealer at an auction, looking for the solution amongst the chaff. Then, he waved Hamish up from the front pew, getting him to stand. Gary looked him up and down, and motioned for him to sit again. With a snap of his fingers, he said,
âHey! You. Mohawk. Whatâs your name again? You know what â thatâs enough names actually. Mohawk will be groom instead. Nice and tall, but not too tall. Yes, yes⌠okay, thank you, Lachlan⌠buh-bye.â
You were face to face with Johnny at the altar.Â
You felt the panic make your blood rush into your cheeks. It was hard to catch your breath.Â
Of all the times youâd imagine being at the altar with Johnny, this was certainly not it.
You stared at your fake, paper bouquet and prayed in your mind, loudly, for a sudden plague. Toads, rivers of blood â whatever youâve got, Heaven! Throw it down here, please. You begged for a miracle or a smiting. Either would do.Â
The Lord did not oblige you.Â
âOkay⌠better! Yes, this is much better. Cute. Can you scooch in a bit, mohawk? She doesnât bite, I donât think.â Gary winked.
Mohawk scooched in. You dared to look up into his eyes, and when you did, you knew you made a mistake. You were trapped in him and he was trapped in you. You felt like you were frozen in place, unable to breathe or speak or scream, no matter how badly you wanted to.Â
You had a whole conversation with him in the span of those few seconds. You asked him why heâd been covered in someone else at the bar. You begged him to give you some evidence that you hadnât seen what you saw. You told him about all the nights youâd lay awake, about all the times youâd thrown his tag into the corner of your room, only to crawl on your hands and knees to retrieve it, clutching it to you and feeling sorry that youâd done so.Â
He was telling you something as well, but you couldnât hear him. He was screaming it, you knew that much, but it wasnât loud enough.Â
Gary interrupted you,
âOkay, hold hands around the bouquet, pretty pleaseâŚâ
He grasped your hands, and it was so familiar, you almost melted into him. By some magical power, you held yourself together, but as the camera clicked and flashed, with every moment you lost a little more control.
â...annnnnnnd now the kiss? Câmon. Weâre all adults here. This lighting is shit â forgive me, Father â and I canât deal with the actual money shot being trash. Today, people!â
You hesitated. But, Johnny didnât. He seemed to set himself, his mouth in a tight, resigned line, and then he held your face in his hands, just as gently as he always did. When he kissed you, he really kissed you. He didnât fake it for the cameras, and he didnât hide his passion from Pidge or any of the others. You couldnât help but kiss him back, letting him guide you as he liked, his big jaw shaking a bit as he let go.Â
âPerfect! Okay, and now the happy couple is smiling at the crowdâŚâ
Gary took a step back into the aisle, and Johnny held up your hand in the air in mock triumph, posing for a gleeful moment that didnât exist. You looked right at Pidge, but she was laughing at something Hamish had said, fully oblivious to the war raging right in front of her face.Â
âAlright⌠well, I donât know if Iâd call that smiling, necessarily, but here we are. Okay. Mohawk, youâre done.â
The way Johnny dropped your hand made you feel like you were on fire, as if he could no longer stand to hold you, or like he had been burned. It was sharp, and you werenât sure what you were expecting. Did you want him to linger? To profess his undying love in front of his sister and ruin her one special day? You didnât. So you let his absence cut you like a blade, severing you like a limb from a tree.Â
THURSDAY â 7:00PM: 1 day until the wedding
The rehearsal dinner venue, the Auchentoshan Distillery, was gorgeous. Johnny had spared no expense on the stylings, and there was food everywhere you looked. The cakes were elegantly plated, the roast hung shining, its drippings making the shank glitter, and even the boiled potatoes made your mouth water.Â
Johnny had obviously arranged the table settings a few weeks ago, because you were sat right next to him and Price, across from Gaz and Ghost. Pidge was two seats down, and the rest of the girls were across from her and Hamish. Lachlan and the other groomsmen were on the opposite side. But, other than for the initial dinner, you hadnât been made to sit by him much at all. He mingled around the room, talking to everyone except for you, making sure all of the cups were filled and all of the faces were smiling.Â
He was an impeccable host. His charisma was electric. And he looked upsettingly handsome. He wore a kilt tonight, one of his hunting tartans, with a sharp button down embellished with gleaming pearl buttons. His shoulders were bursting through the fabric, pulling it taut against his wide back. If you looked carefully enough, you could imagine where his tattoo peeked through.
Gaz cleared his throat, whispering low,
âHave you talked to him, then?â
Your eyes tore themselves away from Johnny to stare at Gaz. You checked over your shoulder to see if Pidge had heard him, and he glanced at her, too.Â
âNo.â
Ghost spoke at full volume, not caring who heard him,
âAre you going to?â
Price dropped his fork so that it clattered on the plate, giving Ghost a chastising glare.Â
âSheâll talk to him when sheâs ready to talk to him, and itâs none of our bloody business.â
You didnât hear much else out of Gaz or Ghost, but as they chewed their food, you could tell that they didnât believe Price for one damn second. It very much was their bloody business.
And maybe it was. Price had certainly made it his business on your walk last night, and it seemed like your relationship with Johnny was slowly becoming everyoneâs business. You had tried your best to return to that same old invisibility you were used to, but it wasnât enough now. You felt like you were on full display.
âExcuse me,â you got up and fled to the bathroom.
When you opened the door, you saw Bekah and Anjali inside, freshening up their makeup.Â
âHey!â They said in high-pitched unison.
âHey,â you replied, inching by them to get into the stall.Â
âWhereâd you disappear to the other night, babe?â Anjali called out to you through the door.Â
âJust got too drunk. Took a cab,â you told her, hoping that would end the conversation.Â
âFuck,â Bekah laughed, âThat was me, too. Did Cherise tell you about that bloke at Maxâs?â
âNo,â you said, captivated like a prisoner.
âArsehole thought he could put something in my drink. Soap saw him and beat him within an inch of his fuckinâ life! You shouldâve seen the man. Needed a damn doctor, so he did,â Bekah confessed.
âOh, Iâm so sorry,â you said, genuinely. Bekah was not your friend, but she didnât deserve to be assaulted.Â
Anjali laughed,
âSoap had to carry her out! She was stumblinâ all over the road.â
âWasnae my fault!â Bekah protested, âBut, he was a gentleman. Drove me home. Him and Gaz.â
âOh, that Gaz is fine, no?â Anjali interrupted.Â
âAye. I thought Johnny might kiss me back, just this once, but he still didnât. That lad is harder to wear down than the goddamn Pope, I swear. Iâve given up.â
âDidnât you sleep together?â You asked, torturing yourself.Â
âGod, no! He wonât have any of us. Pidge thinks he has, but Iâve never slept with him. Definitely would though,â Bekah gushed.Â
âHasnât Cherise?â Anjali asked.
âNo! Cannae believe it. All this talk for being a big slut and heâs a choir boy,â you could hear Bekahâs voice get louder with her disbelief.
âShame,â Anjali lamented.
âAye, a shame,â Bekah agreed, âWas he a good kisser? He looked it. You were quite a pair up at the altar. Maybe heâd go for you, hen.â
You pulled open the stall door and joined them at the sink. Your hands were trembling.Â
âBabes,â Bekah noticed, âAre you alright? You havnae seemed well since the hen do. Youâre working too hard for this wedding.â
âIâm alright. I think I just need some fresh air,â you smiled, pushing your way out of the door.
When you walked back into the main hall, everyone was standing. A waitress with a tray found you and handed you a glass of champagne. You moved to the side around the crowd to see what all the commotion was, and it was Johnny. He was standing next to Pidge with his glass raised high, clinking it delicately with the side of his fork.Â
âAlright, alright. Settle down,â he smiled at his sister, âI know Lachlan is the one supposed to be up here haverinâ about Hamish, but he was kind enough to give me his go because I needed to talk to my sister.â
His eyes found you and settled there, no longer scanning the crowd. You watched him take a breath before he continued,
âIf you dinnae ken me, I am Johnny MacTavish, Sergeant of His Majestyâs Special Air Service ââ he was interrupted by proud applause, âUh, thank you. And I am the younger brother of our darling Brigette here. While I was away, Pidge has taken care of my life for me. She took care of our ma when she was ill, and she buried our da without me. She managed to keep the wee house from fallinâ into the river, and still she has time to volunteer at Saint Maryâs childrenâs ward on the odd weekend.â
More applause. He paused and went on,
âAll that to say, my sister doesnae need anyone. But, love isnae about need. Itâs about choosinâ to be with a person who makes you feel like you can be yourself, that you can confess to all the desires and the wants and the hopes and the fears that you have inside of you, and you know that they understand you. They see you for who you are, and they love you for it anyway.Â
Love isnae patient, and it certainly isnae bloody kind. It loves to boast! And it falls prey to envy. Love is in a rush, and it eats you alive from the inside out. Love isnae about needing. Itâs want, pure and simple. To Hammie and Pidge, may you live a hundred years, and may you want each other endlessly in each of them. SlĂ inte mhath.âÂ
âSlĂ inte mhath!â
You drank your champagne, numb and panicking.
Someone shoved a small microphone onto the strap of your dress, clicking it in place, and you stared down at it while everyone else stared at you, waiting.
You breathed into the mic, listening to your breath come through the speakers. You wanted to talk to him, to tell him youâd learned the truth. But, you were surrounded, literally, by all of his friends and family. There was no worse time for your truth-telling. So, you tried to lean on the speech you remember preparing, mashing it together with words that kept pouring from your heart.
âHello,â you tried out a smile, âIâve known Brigette for years, and she is the only real family I have. Iâm not Scottish. I know the accent gives it away,â some polite laughter, âBut, Iâm wearing the MacTavish boar around my neck because Pidge welcomed me here with open arms and took me in as if I had been here the whole time. Like it was the most natural thing to do. Sheâs selfless in all the ways you should be, and she always promised that I would have a home with her. And I love her dearly for that.â
You spoke directly to Johnny, just as he did to you,Â
âIâve been thinking about selflessness, and about making promises. Iâve been thinking about the type of man who does the right thing, even when itâs hard. Iâve been thinking about the type of man who breaks a promise when he needs to break one, and Iâve been thinking about the consequences of our actions. But, when you love someone, the consequence is just⌠more love. Thereâs really nothing else, is there? You could get a shovel and dig until you reach the bottom of the earth looking for them, but there are no real consequences when youâre in love. It trumps⌠everything.âÂ
You paused for a long time. Johnny was captivated by your eyes, hanging on every word, and youâd been silent for too long. You said, directly to Pidge,
âSo, I hope, when youâre wondering if youâve done the right thing or not, and youâre digging around for the consequences of that, I hope you just keep pulling out more and more love. Just love all the way down. Forever. Cheers, to Hamish and Pidge.â
âCheers!â
You finished your champagne and walked over to Pidge. Everyone was applauding and talking loudly again, laughing and sharing their own joys about the happy couple. You were overwhelmed, but you wanted to see her.Â
Pidge held out her arms and folded them around you, clutching you tightly to her chest, whispering I love yous and thank yous into your skin. You kissed her on the cheek, whispering to her,
âIâm gonna step outside for a moment, are you alright for now?â
âYes! Go. Take Johnny with you. When he gets sappy, he starts to hover,â she swatted Johnny away as he leaned in to kiss her, fighting through her protests.Â
She gave in, melting into him and smiling as he planted a kiss to her cheek.Â
âI love you, Pidge,â he said to her, not letting her go.
âI love you, too, Johnny-boy. And Iâm sorry for all the mean things Iâve said. Youâve changed. I dinnae ken whatâs gotten into you, but all thisâŚâ She looked around at the reception hall, âAll this has made me realize that you finally see me, you finally see what Iâve been going through, and Iâve been unfair. Thank you, brother.â
He kissed her forehead, trying to blink away tears as he did so, lingering with his lips on her skin before removing himself from her embrace.Â
âCâmon,â he nodded at you and took you by the hand, right in front of her, leading you out to the back courtyard.Â
The distillery was situated right next to its water source, north of the River Clyde, and the waters churned from a pump run by the whisky makers. The flow of the water was invigorating and challenging, but the calmness of the lake itself was still and quiet; a dichotomy. It was the same within you, a roiling, tumbling sea of glass, ready to shatter.
Johnny turned and looked at you like he knew what you would say. As he approached you, slowly, he held up his hands, trying to hide that they were shaking, offering peace, carrying no weapon, for once. You unfolded your arms, still clutching yourself around your waist, waiting for him to prove you wrong, for him to confirm the truth youâd overheard from Bekah.Â
âAre you willing to hear me now, thief?â
âI already heard,â you said, âFrom Bekah. And I saw your journal.â
He was speechless. All of the things heâd planned to say to you had dried up, and now he was left chewing on their remains. He put his hands on his hips and looked out at the water,
âIâm so goddamn in love with you, it hurts.â
He pinned you with his gaze, then. Watching you take in his confession. He continued,
âIt hurts when I wake up, and it hurts when I go to bed. I dinnae ken how to stop it from hurtinâ like this. Feels like Iâm burninâ up, like Iâm on fire inside of me. And when you left me, IâŚâ he had trouble forming the words, âI wasnae⌠I couldnae ken how bad it would be. It was worse, somehow, and I was prayinâ to whatever god that would hear me for some sort of mercy. And I had none. Until I saw, or I thought I sawâŚâ
He came closer to you, reaching around your neck and pulling out his tags just like Price had done. His eyes shone with unshed tears.Â
âYou made me hope.â
He took your hand in his and held it tightly, as tightly as he dared, and looked you right in the face,Â
âI didnae sleep with Bekah, nor Cherise, nor Anjali.â
âI know.â
âI didnae want to, either.â
âI know.â
âIâm in love with you, mèirleach.â
âIâm in love with you, too.â
Johnny used his tags around your neck to pull you into him, kissing you harshly, not allowing you to let go. You kissed him back, pressing at him with your tongue, tasting the champagne in his mouth, feeling his shaven face bristle against your smooth cheek. He moaned into you, speaking to you in a low whisper,
âPlease, mèirleach, forgive me.â
âJohnny, thereâs nothing to forgive.â
He hugged you to him and you rested your head against his neck, finally able to relax into him after days of being on a knifeâs edge.Â
But, you were distracted by the sound of a loud knocking against glass. You turned back toward the distillery and saw Ghost tapping on the huge floor to ceiling window and pointing to a microphone in his hand. You looked down and realized you never handed them back the mic from your speech. You were still wearing it, and the red light was on.Â
You showed it to Johnny, stunned by your own idiocy. He spun to see Ghost waving slightly, and the rest of the wedding party â hell, the whole distillery â standing behind him in shock
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Chapter 10 (Ending)
#call of duty fanfic#cod mw2#cod mwii#john soap mactavish#soap call of duty#johnny mactavish#call of duty#cod#soap x you#soap x reader#soap smut#soap mw2#soap mctavish#soap cod#johnny soap mactavish#john soap mctavish x reader#cod soap#guile and guilt
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âShe could still feel him nearby as if he didn't want to wander too far from her. Pidge smiled at the thought of always having him near, the thought stirred the connection between them and she swore she could feel Lance smiling in return. The thought made her realize that maybeâŚjust maybe she was falling for Lance in a more intimate way.â
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Ch. 3: Satellites
Signals (3353 words) by maplesyrupptarmigan Chapters: 3/4 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lance/Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt Characters: Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Lance's Siblings (Voltron), Veronica (Voltron), Rachel (Voltron) Additional Tags: Lance & Rachel (Voltron) are Twins, Adam & Lance (Voltron) are Siblings, Pre-Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Trans Female Pidge | Katie Holt, Biromantic Lance (Voltron), Garrison Trio forever Series: Part 2 of Signals Summary:
Iverson was right. We're not a team, we're just a mess ofâof mixed signals. His eyes lit up, electric blue glinting in the moonlight. Which is why, starting today, we're gonna start team bonding time. We're not a team, yet, but we can be. We just need to communicate better!
Pidge looked at him flatly, remembering the simulator. And how do you propose we do that, Mr. Tailor?
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chapter the third. as the notes, well, note, this is the first chapter i wrote, and an idea that's been living rent-free in my mind for months. also, related to an upcoming fic.
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iron man or captain america : hey would you like to help me beat up my old pal ? spiderman , holding green goblin over the brooklyn bridge :  iâM B Us y?Â
#l isten she definitely would have come under fire bc :#a reporter : spiderman what do u think abt the sokovia accords ?#spiderman . leaning into the mic : Fck Them the govt was run by n*zi's two movies ago wh y would i let them be in ch arge of m E ?#the r eal reason she wasn t in german y is bc she wou ld have kicked a ss & gotten away w it .#pidge posts   //   BE THE ELDRITCH HORROR YOUR PARENTS WARNED YOU ABOUT .
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Ignoring the fact I need to actually prioritize my real life masterâs thesis
I need to finish and post/split into 2 and post ch 1 the current one shot Iâve been writing since June (the shiro & Pidge one (it also has some shiro & Lance) )
And then I have a solid plan and some paragraphs of a hunk & Keith one shot I will write next
But then after that I really want to write one with Allura as a main character bc I feel bad that sheâs barely been mentioned (itâs hard fitting characters into one shots) but I have no idea which dynamic I want to write about her with bc literally anyone could be interesting. Maybe I will do a poll at some point idk
And Iâve been kind of starting to work on my bad things happen bingo card (but as Iâve vaguely bitched before itâs on me for not being choosey enough when I gave my list of okayed prompts for the card maker to select from and now I have a bunch of ones that were b-tier to me )
Anyways if youâre really interested (and preferably have peeked at my writing) you can send requests (via anon or message or reply or comment etc ) for vld hurt comfort one shots
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#uhm Iâm using the âfor your own goodâ prompt for the Pidge one and the âarm in a slingâ for the hunk and Keith one#my writing#writing is embarrassing to talk about bc I am earnest and#voltron#holly v*ltron tag
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Your Protector by iamdemosthenes
Your Protector by iamdemosthenes Words: 6,665 Authorâs Summary: âKeith,â she whispered.Keith glanced at her, âYeah?â Heâd seen an agreeable path, and was now moving towards it, placing his feet carefully among the icy rocks.âItâs your turn to sing now.â Keith frowned and hopped over a rock. âI donât sing,â he said sternly. Pidge shook her head slightly, âDonât care. âTs your turn,â she said groggily. Keith huffed indignantly, âIf I do, you have to promise to stay awake.â Pidge blinked, then nodded slowly. âI want a verbal answer, Pidge.â âI promise,â her arms shifted in her blanket cocoon, likely crossed with whatever annoyance she could summon up despite her condition. My Comments: Fun adventure with Keith and Pidge exploring a planet and running into some trouble along the way. It was like an episode of the show, one that I would love to get in canon.
#voltron legendary defender#ch: keith#ch: pidge#platonic kidge#action#hurt/comfort#someone gets powers#au: canon divergence#complete#length: 5k to 10k#week 60
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