#ff: voltron

[tylerlovesbees]

Feeling absolutely feral and like im foaming at the mouth. Hadnt read a fanfic in like a month and a half and genuinely did not know how much i needed this. Rereading a favorite of mine rn that literally shattered my brain and crushed my soul (its unfinished but so fucking good) man i missed this shit.

[yeeiguess]

I'm desperately looking for a fic i was certain I bookmarked. It's a Voltron fic where Keith and Lance get stranded on, basically, a cowboy planet. They have no way to communicate with the team, and they become... cowboys ? Outlaws ? Mercenaries ? Because it's kill or be killed. They get together, and the team finds them after they do their biggest robbery. I think they're called the McClains ? For some reason ? They live at an inn and eat pies. At some point Lance gets up really badly.

Anyway I've looked up every tag I can think of and I still can't find it so please please please if you know what I'm talking about, send me the fic name/link

[harukamitsuki]

I just made multiple playlists for my Voltron Rewrite, (private, sorry), so I know I'm going to finish it because I've never done that for any of my other long fics which were quickly abandoned. LET'S GO VOLTRON

[honeyflower-bellybower]

it's hard to work hard achieve high when most days all you want is writing Klance fanfiction

[haryuusart]

New chapter posted! ♥

If you’d like to, check out my klance fanfiction! 

And if you want to help, I’d love if you could reblog this so more people can see it! Thank you :)

Here’s the summary:

At this point, Keith can’t take it anymore and starts cackling like crazy, his voice slightly raspy. Lance declares it the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He’s never seen Keith laugh so hard, and it always feels so good knowing he’s the cause, in a good or bad way.

“Can you ever shut up?” Keith manages to utter between snickers.

“I can, I just don’t want to! What are you going to-”

Keith huffs and grabs his face, squeezing his cheeks to stop him from talking.

“Lance, close your fucking mouth and kiss me!”

 Keith is a pianist haunted by dark thoughts and an even darker past. He attends Altea's Music Academy, but has never performed in public before; that is until his brother Shiro, who's a piano teacher, decides to promote the school with concerts at the Paladin's, the trendiest pub in town. His colleagues and friends, Pidge and Hunk, are excited: he can finally meet their best friend, Lance!

Their first encounter is... not good.

No one expects Keith and Lance to fall in love at first sight. Not even them.

(They also dance Single Ladies together. You're welcome!)

[klanced]

I see where you're coming from, but also blorbo is different to everyone and we all had different experiences. I was in voltron but pidge was my blorbo, not lance, so I rarely saw him. And then I saw Yuuri everywhere whether I wanted to or not. Also, polls are not about accuracy, as much as we might think they should be. Life is a popularity contest. 🩵💙🩵💙🩵

my blorbo rankings contain multitudes. however, i am cognizant enough to recognize two things:

while lance is not my specific blorboest blorbo, i still rank him to be a more iconic blorbo than yuri. and so my vote for lance is still valid.

this poll is about most iconic blorbo. i like keith and allura more than i like lance, but i firmly believe that lance is voltron's most iconic character. i define "iconic" based on the following criteria: a) canon material; b) fandom experience and reaction; and c) impact on outsiders (the "did i see this character everywhere" standard). i heavily value points in the (b) category over points for (a) and (c).

lance's canon material sucks ass. however, the fandom's ability to 1) go crazy over lance anyway, and then 2) ability to extrapolate so heavily, insist on digging so deeply, and create so genuinely is impressive to me. and also incredibly hilarious. this is why i made the toxic iconity argument: i deeply respect the daily battles lance stans fought, both between themselves/the wider voltron fandom, and the constant enduring sisyphus-level uphill battle against the quality of the canon material. lance stans were able to create everything out of veritable nothingness, and i believe that deserves to be commemorated.

[yuutsunaoi-writes]

(𝔼𝕩)𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕖𝕤’ 𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪

or a self-indulgent crossover fanfic between tv shows ‘Boboiboy’ and ‘Voltron: Legendary Defender’ by me because no one else probably thinks of this (/j someone had thought of these actually I just found out I’m the late one-) and I believe Lance and Keith should meet Boboiboy and Fang because of how similar they - and their dynamic - are.

(here)

“It’s- well, okay, yeah. Maybe you’ve managed to describe Keith and I near perfection, but Keith is also half-Galra, and he has a mullet.”

Boboiboy furrowed his eyebrows a little in confusion.

“What does a mullet have anything to do with anyone’s character?”

Well…

“…everything…?”

Boboiboy pursed his lips, seeming to be trying to make sense of Lance’s reasoning before his eyes glinted with a knowing look.

“Does his mullet make him more attractive or something?”

Lance gasped in a mixture of everything; horror, scandalized, exposed, terror, confusion, and pretty much horror at how seen he suddenly felt.

or a self-indulgent crossover fanfic between tv shows ‘Boboiboy’ and ‘Voltron: Legendary Defender’ by me because no one else probably thinks of this (/j someone had thought of these actually I just found out I’m the late one-) and I believe Lance and Keith should meet Boboiboy and Fang because of how similar they - and their dynamic - are.

[arataka-reigen]

Really tired of hearing people say that the reason why female characters aren't popular is that they are written badly as if people here don't latch on to the most badly written male characters ever and make endless content about them

[umbralaether]

There were times where Keith was moody, rough around the edges, and would not-so-subtly demand Shiro's attention. All it took was one simple look -- eyes fiery and focused on one thing only. Shiro.

He would linger, after training or meetings and corner Shiro with fierce kisses and wandering hands, all the while the other man remained helpless. He could stop Keith, he knows this much, but he doesn't want to. Instead Shiro is left to decipher what it is Keith needs from him.

Sometimes it's just to rile Shiro up, get him hot and bothered before something important, where Keith would then abandon his prey to return to it later - smug yet cool in the eyes of anyone truly looking. Shiro would repay him later behind closed doors, where the former red paladin would be at his mercy. Other times, Keith would put them in the hands of fate on whether or not they'd be seen, and knowing Lance the likelihood of being caught was high.

It was a Galra thing, Keith had commented nonchalantly. Quick to give into his temper, to become hot-headed and frustrated. Shiro hated seeing this side, how much pain it caused. Keith always tried to hide it, yet when he returned with bruises along his body after missions with the Blades time and time again, Shiro could not help but question. How can I help? What do you need? He'd plead.

Wreck me, consume me. I need only you.

Shiro was happy to oblige.

This night there was a party off-ship. The host planet had provided food and drinks -- some alcoholic, a rare splurge to celebrate the defeat of the Galra in the area. Shiro, while not quite drunk but not quite sober, had watched Keith from across the room. He was with the other Blades of Marmora, preoccupied with watching the others filtering in and out of the palace, sipping every so often on the host planet's signature purple drink.

The alien beside Shiro was deep in a conversation with Allura and Coran, something about the planet's history that the Altean's were truly happy to hear more about. Though Shiro was supposed to be listening, he could not help but focus on Keith making his way towards him, eyes glowing in the dim light.

"Oh, you must come see our planets' records. I'm sure they will be of some use to you." The man said, gesturing for Coran and Allura to follow him. They made their exit, just in time for Keith to reach out, a hand against Shiro's cheek. He climbs onto Shiro's lap, nestling his face in the crook of his neck and inhaling deeply, sending a shiver down Shiro's spine. Keith's mouth ghosts kisses along Shiro's jugular, down his collarbone.

"Keith," Shiro's voice is a broken whisper that hides a warning of people can see us.

Then Shiro spots him, the Galra who was always watching Keith so closely. He had seen him before, how his gaze always followed Keith; determined and downright possessive and it rubbed Shiro the wrong way every time. Keith had assured him that the guy had never overstepped his boundaries, even if he had made his intentions clear.

Shiro no longer had any doubts on who Keith really wanted, not with him so eager and pliant in his lap. He knew who Keith claimed, and Shiro was determined to let this Galra know as well.

Shiro ran a hand up Keith's back, scratching lightly as he made his way up to raven locks. He pulls him back with a rough jerk, eyes glittering darkly as he's forced to meet Shiro's gaze.

"That Galra is looking at you again," Shiro leans in to whisper. His other hand runs its way up Keith's inner thigh, gripping tightly and dangerously close to his groin.

Keith growls a muffled, "Let him," and his mouth once more starts to assault Shiro's neck, determined to leave marks where they'd definitely get him in trouble. Shiro's grip on his thigh is tantalizing, so close to where Keith wants it to be and he cannot help but whine as he tries to grind himself against Shiro's body. He's rewarded by Shiro tugging his hair, pulling him back into a deep kiss instead.

Shiro makes eye contact with the man watching. The Galra's distaste is clear as he quickly finishes his drink and turns his back towards the other member of the Blades. Shiro smirks in triumph, Yeah, that's right. He’s mine..

He scoops Keith up into his arms, carrying him towards the back hallways where they could be alone. He knows if he does not find a secluded place, Keith will pounce, but he is all but occupied in trying to occupy Shiro's mouth. Shiro hurries down the dark corridor, finding an empty sleeping chamber that slides open at their approach.

Just as he predicted, Keith all but springs from Shiro's arms the moment the doors slide shut behind them -- hands swiftly sliding Shiro's shirt up and off, just short of a whirlwind with his eagerness.

Shiro slows his pace, taking Keith's face in his hands and kissing him deeply. Keith adjusts and starts removing his own shirt, since Shiro clearly isn't, and begins to work at Shiro's pants when his hands are seized.

"It looks like your patience needs some work," Shiro smirks.

"I've been patient. This is the first time I've seen you in weeks," Keith grumbles half-heartedly, attempting to remove his hands from Shiro's grip.

"All the more reason to take this slow," Shiro leads him towards the bed, “I’m not going anywhere. Just tell me what you need from me.”

The statement ignites something within Keith, a new type of longing tingling across his nerves. Keith shivers slightly at the cold air. Words were never his strong point, and he finds himself unable to articulate what exactly he wants besides the other man’s hands on his body.

Shiro looks Keith over intently, admiring the lithe and muscular body before him. He maneuvers himself on top of Keith, straddling him, and then leans down to kiss along his throat. Keith does not hesitate to try and grind up against Shiro's weight even with the awkward angle, yet the friction isn't enough. Shiro's kisses work their way down his neck, and Keith can't help but curse when he reaches his nipple and begins to lick at the bud. Keith arches his back involuntarily, a soft moan escaping his lips.

Shiro continues to kiss down Keith's ribs, along his waist, across his stomach. He worships the body beneath him, coveting how incredible it was to have him all to himself.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" Shiro murmurs against Keith's hipbone, before sliding his leggings down to kiss along his thigh.

"Hardly," Keith mumbles, ignoring the rush of heat along his cheeks, always weak for Shiro’s compliments. He's aware he hasn’t been doing anything but drowning in Shiro, too distracted by his racing heart and takes this moment to drag his nails down Shiro's back and cup his rear, eliciting moans that burn into Keith's own groin.

"Oh, how I've missed you, baby," Shiro's breath is warm against Keith's aching cock, and when he mouths at the fabric separating skin Keith's fingers have woven into Shiro's hair, gripping tightly to hold him in place.

"Mmm, you know how I love when you call me baby.” Keith croons.

Shiro slides his hands under the waistband of Keith's underwear, warm and tantalizing close to his cock. Keith squirms in response, wanting to gain any sort of contact now that he was fully exposed. Before he can think about moving, Shiro takes him in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down.

“Mmmh, oh Shiro—” Keith had longed for this moment for weeks while he was aboard a ship light years away, in the moments between sleep and wake his every thought had been consumed by Shiro. Now he was here, with him, being consumed in a different manner.

Shiro catches Keith’s gaze as he works, watching as his face softens its intensity with each gentle moan. Keith bucks his hips, shoving himself deeper into Shiro’s throat when his tongue runs along the slit.

Keiths feels himself coming undone, heat building and chest heaving. He’s close, so close to the edge—

Shiro pulls back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before he moves up to claim Keith’s mouth.

“Baby, I’m so close. Please,” Keith whines, the ache between his thighs incessant.

Shiro works himself out of his own underwear, smirking against the other’s jaw as he lines up their cocks together. Keith’s is still slick with spit, and Shiro carefully wraps his hands around them both. He pumps up and down, slowly building up speed. Their lips meet again, fierce with hunger for each other as their pleasure builds.

“Sh-Shiro, I’m gonna—” Keith gasps as Shiro quickens his pace, coming almost at the same time.

They ride out the waves of pleasure, panting softly. Shiro collapses into the bed beside Keith, absentmindedly rubbing circles into Keith’s hip. He knows they should clean themselves up, make themselves decent at the very least, yet Keith clings to him in a way that meant not now.

Shiro decides they’ll stay there as long as Keith needs to, safe in their orbit once more.

[1-800-internal-damnation]

I honestly do wish galra culture was explored more in vld through a neutral lense, for a civilization that was indigenous to a whole planet, the amount of cultural variation had to be insane. It's obvious that there are different ethnicities of galra just from the visual archetypes across galra characters, but it's so interesting to think about the possibilities of how the societal structures and patterns surrounding this could have changed with the empire. Speaking of the empire, I think so much about varying individual politics and smaller factions across the empire and it's colonies and within the command structure. There's so many possibilities. Also galra religion and spirituality, whether there are multiple galra religions or a single main beliefs system with variations. I always got the vibe that while the empire is nowhere close to a theocracy, galra culture and cultural standards are very spiritual and that's a very important influence that I want to know more details on. There's just. So much.

[mychemicalasexual]

[ispreadrabieslikewildfire]

Im so not willing to g oto school tommrow i have my homework all over my floor my bag that i use for school still has my holiday clothes in it my eyes are drooping i feel like im going to throw up and in general eveything around me is a mess #howdopeoplegettheirlifetogetherpleasehelpfuckthatimgoingtosleep

[mauicreates]

That moment when you’re going through old folders and find your old fanfiction

[haryuusart]

NEW CHAPTER POSTED ♥

Please check it out! Here’s a summary if you’re interested :)

At this point, Keith can’t take it anymore and starts cackling like crazy, his voice slightly raspy. Lance declares it the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He’s never seen Keith laugh so hard, and it always feels so good knowing he’s the cause, in a good or bad way.

“Can you ever shut up?” Keith manages to utter between snickers.

“I can, I just don’t want to! What are you going to-”

Keith huffs and grabs his face, squeezing his cheeks to stop him from talking.

“Lance, close your fucking mouth and kiss me!”

 Keith is a pianist haunted by dark thoughts and an even darker past. He attends Altea's Music Academy, but has never performed in public before; that is until his brother Shiro, who's a piano teacher, decides to promote the school with concerts at the Paladin's, the trendiest pub in town. His colleagues and friends, Pidge and Hunk, are excited: he can finally meet their best friend, Lance!

Their first encounter is... not good.

No one expects Keith and Lance to fall in love at first sight. Not even them.

(They also dance Single Ladies together. You're welcome!)

[therealkags]

I CAME ON HERE TO 20 BOT FOLLOWS THIS IS SO ANNOYINGGGGG