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[adobedragon]

The Collected Works of sitehound

All my stories, in one place, listed by fandom—which means, mostly Voltron: Legendary Defender—and by romantic ship (if applicable). Ratings vary from G to E.

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Darcy/Loki

A Morbid Taste for Ice (Complete at 200K words | Rated M | Mystery | Romance | Contemporary | Eventual Sex | Mental Health Issues)

My magnum opus! More than a decade after I started posting it, it still, IMO, holds up well.

Following the events of Loki’s attack on New York, Thor, Loki, Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster find themselves unwilling roommates, living in a crappy trailer home in the New Mexico desert.

Original Work

Elrekki Chaosbringer/Kelly Marquez

Lost in Paradise (Ongoing story | Rated M | Space Opera | Romance | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Eventual Sex | Inspired by MCU's Thor & Loki)

A bookstore owner’s life is turned upside down by a mysterious young man who turns out to be a criminal from an alternate universe.

Voltron: Legendary Defender (VLD)

GEN (No, or minimal romance, although Plance does sneak in…)

How to Impress Your Pidgeon (14K words, Complete | Rated T | Mild Violence | Dragons | Dragonriders of Pern crossover)

Pidge, an apprentice in the MasterSmith Crafthall, meets a very opinionated young dragon.

I’ll Stand by You (3K words | Rated T | Bullying | Friendship | Pre-Canon)

In which Pidge, aka Katie Holt, finds that impersonating a male cadet presents challenges she never thought of.

Three (Would-be) Paladins and a DeLorean (5.7K words | Rated T | Garrison Trio | Pre-Canon | AU | Humor | Reckless Driving | Back to the Future DeLorean)

Pidge, Lance and Hunk sneak out of Galaxy Garrison for some unauthorized R&R in the nearby town of Torre Siena. When the inevitable happens—they get kicked out of a bar—they wander the streets and encounter a very strange car.

Lance/Female Reader

A Little Artistic Nudity (9.2K words | Rated E | Post-Canon | Second Person POV | No use of Y/N)

On a planet zillions of light years away, you meet a cute guy in a café and instantly strike up a rapport.

Shiro/Keith

The Color of Joy is Brown? (7.8K words | Rated T | Mild Violence | Dragons | Dragonriders of Pern crossover | Meet-Cute)

An unwanted orphan bounced from Hold to Hold, now a murderer consigned to hard labor in the mines of Crom, Keith is grimly resigned to a short, miserable life. But when a chance encounter leads to him standing on the sands of Benden Weyr's hatching grounds, a Candidate for Impression, he dares to hope for something better.

Keith/Lance

The Scarecrow (19K words, Complete | Rated T | Mild Violence | Pre-canon | AU | Happy Ending | Queerplatonic Relationships)

In the wake of crushing loss, Keith, Pidge and Hunk, once Galaxy Garrison cadets, now conscripts in the Galra war efforts, plan a desperate escape from Sendak’s estate in the New Mexico desert.

No Good Deed… (2400 words | Rated T | Fantasy AU | Urban Fantasy | Wolf-boy Keith | Fey Lance | Ambiguous Ending)

Lance has an encounter in the woods with a wolf-boy.

Pidge/Lance/Keith

Well, There Goes Our Security Deposit (2.1K words | Rated T | Fluff)

Keith comes home one day to find that his partners in love and life have wrecked the apartment.

How I Met Your Chabbit (1.7K words | Rated T | Drunk Pidge | Fluff | Pet Adoption | Domestic Bliss)

Everyone has an origin story. This is Rogelio the chabbit’s.

Centaur’s Rising (Ongoing story | Rated M | Mild Violence | Grief Mourning | Eventual Sex | Pacific Rim Crossover)

The last place Lance wants to be is in a Conn-Pod, but it may be his best chance at a new beginning, provided he can move on from the past. A retelling, of sorts, of Pacific Rim, featuring Pidge, Lance and Keith.

Keith/Pidge

Stop Thinking (9.2K words | Rated E | Post-canon | First Times)

On a dark and stormy night, after years of waiting, Pidge Holt gets what she wants.

Pidge/Lance (Plance, Pidgance, FlirtyRobot, my OTP)

St. Elmo’s Fire (150K words, Complete | Rated M | Post-Canon | Eventual Sex | Grief/Mourning | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Eventual Happy Ending)

More than a decade before, Lance ghosted Pidge. But a chance encounter leads to a journey together in a small spaceship across the Earth’s solar system, offering the opportunity to repair a friendships and fall in love.

Mind the Hardwood (4.5K words, Rated E | Post-Canon | Cut scene from St. Elmo’s Fire)

In which Pidge and Lance get busy in the cockpit of Pidge’s small spaceship.

Us, Only Us (5.2K words | Rated M | Post-Canon | Angst | First Fight | Makeup Sex | Romance | Cut scene from St. Elmo's Fire)

Lance stumbles upon Pidge’s attempt to comprehend and model their relationship using math.

Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (11K words, Complete | Rated E | Canon | Canon Divergent | First Times)

Pidge successfully seduces Lance.

A Rain of Terror (3.6K words | Rated T | Post-Canon | Angst | Grief/Mourning)

Pidge Holt can repair anything. Except a broken heart. In the gathering fury of a dangerous Altean oort storm, she struggles with her terrible people skills, needing to get a depressed and nearly catatonic Lance out of the storm’s path.

If a Door Slams in Outer Space, Can You Hear It? (2.9K | Canon | Canon Divergent | Story in a Story)

Lance makes like a bard and courts Pidge with a good story.

To Find a Princess, You Gotta Kiss a Green Paladin (7.6 words | Rated T | AU | Actor AU)

In which Katie Holt, girl genius, finds herself cast in a movie playing an Altean princess to Lance’s Paladin of Voltron.

Turn Over a New Leaf (8.8K words, Complete | Rated T | Fix-it | S8E1 rewrite | Romance | Allura and Lance friendship)

All his life, Lance has craved attention. To be seen as more than the farm boy from Cuba. On the eve of the Galactic Coalition’s final offensive against the Galra, Lance finally learns, with a little help from his friends, that growing up means letting go of what you want and accepting what you need.

In Deep Space Where the Wallflowers Grow (2.4K words | Rated T | Post-Canon | Pidge Salsa Dances)

Pidge Holt is so done with being paraded about the universe, expected to mingle and meet and greet the Galactic Coalition's bigwigs. During a brunch on a Galra cruiser, she retreats to a quiet spot in the stateroom by a vast window to do some stargazing, but her solitude is interrupted by a certain social butterfly.

A Pidge in a Dress is Still a Pidge (5.6K words | Rated T | 1950s AU | Science Fiction)

“Just one dance,” Pidge’s mom had stated. One dance with anyone and Pidge can leave the gala at the Altean embassy, go home, take off this beautiful but totally not-Pidge ballgown and go back to being a tomboy girl genius. Alas, the only available dance partners are creeps who are trying to suck-up to Admiral Sam Holt through his daughter. It's gonna be a long evening

Shapeshifter, Shapeshifter, Shape Me a Match (6.1K words | Rated G | Fantasy AU | Shapeshifter Lance)

On a quiet little farm, a mischievous shapeshifter meets his match in a studious girl.

It Is You I Have Loved (A Collection of Plance Fanart and Short Fiction) (Ongoing project)

What it says in the title: drabble plus fanart.

The Tithe (Ongoing story | Rated T | Teen Romance | Pre-Canon | Garrison Trio | Inspired by Tam Lin | Sex Magic)

Katie Holt, masquerading as Galaxy Garrison cadet Pidge Gunderson, is on a mission: to find the truth about her family’s disappearance. But an unlikely romance leads to the startling discovery that otherworldly forces are at work in the Garrison.

I Crave None of Your Blood (Ongoing story | Rated M | Post-Canon | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Character Turned in a Vampire | Grief/Mourning | Eventual Sex | Rough Sex)

Lance, Pidge and Keith, three Paladins of Voltron, each carrying a permanent legacy of their Voltron experience, and now pawns of forces that might save or destroy the universe.

Centaur’s Rising (Ongoing story | Rated M | Mild Violence | Grief Mourning | Eventual Sex | Pacific Rim Crossover)

The last place Lance wants to be is in a Conn-Pod, but it may be his best chance at a new beginning, provided he can move on from the past. A retelling, of sorts, of Pacific Rim, featuring Pidge, Lance and Keith.

[s1lverpaladin]

List of requests (21)

This is the list of pending requests I've accepted to make but haven't posted yet, if you want to request one feel free to ask!

- #1 Punk edit (anonymous request)

- #2 Kidge/Shatt based on a fic or a favorite moment from a story featuring either ship (anonymous request)

- #3 Lotor as a Blade of Marmora edit (anonymous request)

- #4 Plance with Pidge visiting Lance's farm in Post-Canon (anonymous request)

- #5 Punk with Pidge wearing Hunk's bandana (anonymous request)

- #6 Adam edit (anonymous request)

- #7 Kidge hug for @ladieboog

- #8 Kidge future kiss (anonymous request)

- #9 Lotura as Katara and Aang from Avatar: The Last Airbender (anonymous request)

- #10 Kidge with Galra Pidge (anonymous request)

- #11 Three Kidge children for @annoyinglyjovialbird

- #12 Kidge with Keith in a suit and tie and Pidge in a dress (anonymous request)

- #13 Keith with a black acoustic guitar for @incorrect-kidge-quotes

- #14 Lotura VLD/Pokémon edit with Gengar and Jigglypuff (anonymous request)

- #15 Adam with Mexican flag (anonymous request)

- #16 Kacxa sunset scene (anonymous request)

- #17 Group Season 7 ending with Romelle, Pidge, Krolia, Kosmo, and Acxa waiting for Keith to wake up (anonymous request)

- #18 Lotura as Chloé/Queen Bee and Luka/Viperion from Miraculous Ladybug (anonymous request)

- #19 Plance first date after canon (anonymous request)

- #20 Kidge future (anonymous request)

- #21 Post-Season 8 Kidge wedding for @kidge-planet

[vldfanenesp]

Hilos De Telar - Polydin AU Fanfiction

Los paladines de Voltron no solo deben enfrentar al emperador Zarkon, a su ejército Galra y liberar a toda la galaxia, sino también deben comprender que son esos sentimientos que sienten los unos por los otros y descubrir si son reales o solo un efecto más de su conexión con el arma legendaria que es Voltron.  

Reseña [X]

Head Canons

Características generales del UA [X]

Ships polydines [X]

Romanticas:

Kidge, Klance (Leith), Sheith, Heith, Plance, Shidge, Hidge, Hance, Shance y Shunk.

Romances de Allura (En desarrollo)

Coran x Ilak (Corak??)   (En desarrollo)

Fanfics

Primera Parte: Multicolores

1.0  1.1  1.2 1.3 1.4  1.5  1.6  1.7 1.8 1.9 Completo

Segunda Parte: Macrame

2.0 2.1 2.2 2.3 2.4 2.5 2.6 2.7 2.8 2.9 2.10 2.11 2.12 2.13 2.14 Completo

Tercera parte - Punto y seguido

3.0 3.1 3.2 3.3 3.4 3.5 3.6 3.7 3.8 3.9 3.10 Completo

Cuarta parte - Bordado (nuevo)

4.0 4.1 4.2 4.3 4.4 4.5

Epilogo: Code: Paladin blood

E.0 E.1

Aventuras Adicionales

Especial: Bond-fire Completo

1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 1.4 1.5 1.6 1.7 1.8 1.9

Especial Fic/Aventura adicional: Base espacial BX-21L7 Completo

BX.0 BX.1 BX.2 BX.3 BX.4 BX.5 BX.6 BX.7 BX.8 BX.9 BX.10 BX.11 BX.12 BX.13 BX.14 BX.15 BX.16 BX.17 BX.18 BX.19 BX.20

Especial: Pecado de sangre Completo

P.0 P.1 P.2 P3 P.5

Links fuera de Tumblr

Hilos de Telar - Fanfiction.net

Hilos de Telar - Wattpad

Hilos de Telar - Archive of Our Own

Ultima actualización: 29/09/2023

[anchoredtetherart]

I wanted to see if I could figure out Pidge and Lance’s size difference based on the current progress of my height reference sheet and I also really wanted to see what they would look like in the Garrison uniforms, and I am happy to see that Lance still looks good in red even when he’s purple-blue (yes, in this AU Allura wears blue instead of pink, and Keith wears black instead of red). So here they are sharing a kiss in one of the hallways, probably in-between boring war room meetings. 

[anchoredtether]

So! Bad Things Happen! And animal attack, quite possibly brought on by someone being curious and wandering around to areas they should not? (This feels like a Pidge thing to do, but whoever you see fit.)

S H A T T E R a n d T E S S E L L A T E

CH 08:: The Jaws That Bite

Trope: Animal Attack

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Whumpee: Pidge and Keith

Summary: Voltron has always been an elusive, inevitable threat to the Galra Empire, scattered across the universe and hiding for centuries for its fated paladins to rise to their destined calling. They found and captured the Red Lion but it was not enough to thwart the future. Honerva foresees years ahead, catching a glimpse of the five future paladins. She knows enough. She knows where their homeplanet lies (and all of them conveniently come from one place), she knows their names and faces, and she knows their respective Voltron Lions.

In a desperate attempt to alter the future, Honerva sets out to capture the future paladins at a young age and ensure they will never pilot the Lions. By conditioning their minds and transforming their bodies, she trains and raises a team of perfect Galran soldiers. She strips them of everything they once were to ensure they can never rise up as the defenders of the universe they were meant to become.

Despite the horrors of Honerva’s cunning plan, the Lions are adaptable to the dire circumstances and Lance still has a wild streak of luck in determining their roles in the universe.

>> read on Archive Of Our Own >>

[whatthehelliswrongwithme]

Voltron Part 6

It's the season finale, so here are some thoughts on episode 11 and on the series as a whole:

Keith stop being an angsty ass and help Allura

They need Allura to wormhole, but they still have enough residue to do it once ... Well that's convenient

The series is almost as bad as OG!Winx Club, with their transformation-sequences. And they don't even get sparkly fairy outfits

How many Galras do you guys think they murdered this episode alone?

This episode had some cute Sheith moments

Did space witch do anything else with Shiro except for the arm-thing?

Wait, wait, wait. Was Zharkon like literally the original owner of the black lion? like 10.000 years ago?

Cause if that's the cause maybe Allura should have mentioned that earlier

Can anybody help me, I feel like I was supposed to know who kitty cat man was, the one who leped them escape the Galra. But I've got no fucking clue who he was

So the Paladins got seperated at the end, feels like an intersting enough set-up for season 2

If I had to guess; Lance ends up on earth, Pidge ends up with her family and Shiro ends up on a small planet, where he can live out this whole "protector of the people" thing

No clue whatsoever what will happen to Keith and Hunk tho...

Review as a whole:

I fucking hate Lance

Keith's entire personality is:" I only care about me, myself and I. And Shiro. I care about Shiro a lot"

Hunk is the comic relief, who got some serious moments. But they were forgotten right after

Pidge is Sass-Queen. But she can also be kinda selfish

Shiro is daddy, in both ways. He's hot as fuck and a parental figure

I'm glad that Allura and moustache man also got in on some of the action and aren't just glorified decor of the ship

Yeah ships, I like Sheith a whole lot. Klance has got some potential. Plance could be cute.

Shiro + Allura or Pidge could also work. But bitches be shipping predominantly gay shit (I'm bitches)

I've seen too much catboy fanart of Galras to take them serious. Sorry

[atomic-bomn]

Just popped into the VLD Tag to remind everyone that the Galra are souless bastards

Genocide (Times however many times they did)

Torture

Racism

Workcamps

Slavery

Destroying inhabited planets

But ya know

Just forgive 'em

[chibi-pix]

“Don’t you touch her!”  “I’d listen to the giant space cat if I were you.” 

I saw this Draw your OTP by @snuffysbox and I felt the need to use it.  I wanted to draw Galra!Lance with an added Kolivan-braid, but I didn’t want to draw Galra!Pidge. It’s been a while since I lad drew Altean!Pidge. Though this one isn’t Altean Born, Olkari Raised. I don’t know if this will become yet another AU, but we’ll see what happens. Until then, enjoy!

[carlottastudios]

Rolo has decided to open a sex shop in the Space Mall, the first of its kind in the universe at large since the war is over. Despite his optimism, Nyma is skeptical. However, a few gentlemen we know and love from team Voltron are interested in some of the products the ex-bounty-hunter has to offer…This is a very ridiculous story, I know! XD

Read on DeviantART: https://www.deviantart.com/carlottastudios/art/The-Sex-Shop-pt-1-The-First-Day-836107841

Wattpad: NA

Fanfiction: NA

Or Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23438140/chapters/56179168

[hailqiqi]

Message Received and Misunderstood

Once a promising fighter pilot candidate with the best skin in the Garrison, Lance Serrano is now relegated to languishing in cargo training during the day and locking himself in the library at night, sacrificing his self-care for a pile of textbooks like the nerds he used to make fun of.

He doesn't even bother talking to the other late-night regulars -- the boy with the Rubik's Cube, the girl who chews her pens too loudly, or the Sadako-wannabe who's always the only other person in there at midnight.

Friends will only distract him, and he needs to study.

Rating: G

Chapter One: First Contact

4,622 words | Read on AO3

So here’s my contribution to the @planceminibang! Beta’d by the wonderful @sp4c3-0ddity and with art (Chapter 3!) from the fantastically-talented @artemisarya, here’s a little teenage sweetness that’s a bit different from my normal offerings.

Enjoy!

5TH JANUARY

 The rough calculations on the page had long since blurred together by the time his phone blinks for break time, and Lance slumps forward onto the table with a groan.

Twenty minutes. Another twenty minutes that he’s been at this stupid problem, and despite filling both sides of the page up with calculations, he’s still no closer to figuring out if a hafnium carbide vessel would survive the stress of a gravity assist off Saturn or not.

He lifts his head and glares at the paper. Two points were all that had stood between him and making fighter pilot; instead, he’s stuck in cargo training and desperately trying to pull up his grades at night because he needs an extra fifty to make it in off a retest. And despite the lack of sleep and him studying harder than he ever had in his life — even harder than he had for the entrance exams — it’s now half-way through the school year and he’s still staring down a failing grade.

All because of freaking materials science.

Maybe he should just give up. There’s no shame in being a cargo pilot, mijo, his mom had said. Cargo pilots make a steady wage — a good wage, enough to raise a family and have a lot left over. The job wasn’t as boring as it sounded, and there were still opportunities to leave the atmosphere (and while he’d been bottom of fighter, he was top of the cargo class so he’d definitely be given the space runs).

But cargo isn’t what he wants. Maybe he’s being immature, but he wants to swoop and soar and feel the world fall out from underneath him at mach speeds when he jiggles the stick. You can’t do a barrel roll in a cargo ship, even in space.

His phone flashes again and he leans back in his seat, hands over his eyes as he begins to recite the problem again.

“If the hafnium carbide heat shields are two inches thick and have a tensile strength of 14,000 psi at 2,000 degrees…”

It’s way too freaking late for this.

“And Saturn’s gravity is 10.44, and we’re travelling in a prograde direction during the assist and approach from…” This bit he can do. The miss distance, the outgoing velocity, the amount of fuel needed — he’d calculated it so many times now he can rattle the whole thing off by memory, but once he gets past the flight calculations he needs to check his notes to know what happens next. “And then…”

He glances at the paper, checks both sides, and groans again, one hand in his hair. “...And then some random amount of heat is generated and I guess the stupid shuttle explodes and everybody dies, ‘cause I’ll be a flying space cow if I know if it survives or not.”

A snort of laughter from behind makes him jump.

He whips around in his seat, heart in his throat because it’s eleven p.m., who the heck is in the library at this hour?, only to be met by a pair of laughing brown eyes half-hidden behind a curtain of equally brown hair.

Oh, yeah. Her. The only other person crazy enough to be in the library every night, even though he’s fairly sure she’s not studying for the resit since he doesn’t recognise her from any of his classes last year. In all the months they’ve shared a space they’ve barely exchanged a nod, but it looks like that’s about to change because she’s actually speaking to him.

“I’m sorry,” the girl is saying, mirth still flowing in her tone and not looking sorry in the slightest. “That was just really funny.”

Lance rolls his eyes. “I’m glad someone finds it funny.” He begins to turn away but then stops, desperation prodding him to use this opportunity. “You...wouldn’t happen to know the answer, would you?”

The girl looks surprised. “What’s the question? Whether or not the heat shields would survive the gravity assist?” Lance nods, and she blinks. “Well, yeah, of course they would.”

“Uh...Say what?”

“Yes, they’d survive. Zero material stress, actually,” she repeats steadily, her head tilted in confusion. 

“Oh… Thanks,” he manages, and she shrugs and turns back to her textbook.

Lance grabs his sheet of paper, fumbling it in his haste to turn it over and go over all the calculations again because she sounds so sure, like it’s an easy question when he’s been at it for almost a freaking hour now with no results.

What did he miss? He must have missed something. Something obvious? Where are his notes on Kepler’s laws?

With five minutes left on the study clock he gives in and turns back to the girl. The Library Sadako, he’d nicknamed her, since her hair is always covering her face and her pyjamas are as shapeless as a ghost’s robes. Plus she had a habit of appearing and disappearing from the library all but soundlessly. 

But right now she’s his last hope.

“So, uh… How do you prove it?”

She glances up at him, an irritated frown on her face at the interruption, and Lance realises there are bags under her eyes too. But her tone is neutral when she clarifies, “The material stress question?”

Lance nods, and she puts her pencil down and eyes him curiously. “You don’t need to prove it. Those are the specs for The Obol’s heat shields, and that flight path was the one for the return Saturn assist from the Kerberos mission last year. Remember?”

The ticking of the clock in the corner is suddenly much too loud, and all he can do is stare.

“You don’t need to prove it,” she repeats, exasperation creeping into her tone. “It’s already been proven. That’s one of the general knowledge questions.”

He spins back around, practically snarling in frustration as he digs through his papers to find the mock with the question on it.

When he finally finds it, it’s all he can do not to burn the damn thing. Stupid, stupid, stupid… She’s right, and there’s only two lines for an answer. Nowhere near enough space for the pages of vector diagrams and formulas covering his scrap paper.

And he’d wasted an hour on this. Stupid, stupid, stupid…

Maybe he should just go back to the farm. Veronica wouldn’t have been this dumb. Heck, Keith wouldn’t have been this dumb and the guy wasn’t exactly the brightest in the bunch. Still, Keith’s in fighter class while Lance is languishing in cargo, so if Keith’s stupid what does that make Lance?

Really stupid. Space-level stupid. The stupidest stupid to— 

The thud of books hitting the table next to him rips him from his thoughts, and he looks up in surprise to see the girl pulling out the chair next to him, a hesitant smile on her face.

“When I studied for the entrance tests, I always found it easier to focus at night when I had my brother with me, even if we didn’t talk,” she says, one hand on the back of her neck as she sits down. “So, uh, maybe some company will help?”

Without waiting for an answer, she arranges her books, flipping open a notebook and textbook with practiced ease and beginning work on what looks like a flight mechanics question. Lance watches her for a moment, unsure, then sighs and flips to the next question on the paper.

Maybe she’s right. He might as well give it a go, since his solo progress has been nothing to brag about.

It’s almost midnight, anyway.

 *****

10TH FEBRUARY

 As it turns out, Sadako’s name is Katie, and she’s studying for the same exam he is.

But not because she failed round one, like Lance. She’s two grades below him and looking to skip a year.

Lance can’t help but find it a little bit galling, especially when it’s 11 p.m. and she’s just finished walking him through a Critical Reasoning question for the third time like it’s nothing. The formulas — formulae — are all neatly laid out on the paper, but Lance still doesn’t get it.

“Why are you even here?!” he blurts out, his jaw aching from the frustration. Katie recoils, her mouth hanging open and hurt flashing across her face and — oh — he hadn’t meant for that to sound so harsh. 

Especially not when she’d put so much effort into helping him over the last month.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, taking the pencil from her hand gently and putting it down before running his hand through his hair. “It’s just...none of this seems even a little bit hard for you. Why are you bothering to stay up like this?”

It’s something he’s wondered for a while. Katie’s been the only other person in the library until closing almost every night since fall so he’d always assumed they were in similar places, but now they were actually studying together…

“Oh,” she says, the tension leaving her posture again. Apology accepted, Lance guesses, but her eyes linger on his material science textbook instead of him, and her fingers fiddle with the ends of her long hair as she speaks. “Um, well, mat-sci really isn’t that hard for me. My dad’s...uh, my dad works for the Garrison as an engineer, and he does a lot of R&D and he always talks about his work at home, so…”

Katie taps the book, looking distinctly uncomfortable for some reason. Lance raises an eyebrow. “So if you haven’t been studying this, what have you been studying all this time?”

“Flight manuals,” Katie replies, finally meeting his gaze again, and Lance is relieved to see a spark in her eyes again. “I’ve only flown the droids a few times, and some of the older planes in basic, but the practical is a big part of the class exams and since there’s no way I’m going to get any actual practice, if I at least memorise all the flight manuals and mechanics and everything then I should have a shot.”

“Memorise the flight manuals?!”

“Yeah!” Lance stares at her as she chatters on enthusiastically, seemingly oblivious to how absurd that suggestion is in the first place. “A strong foundation in the theory can never be a replacement for practical experience, but it can be the difference between a weak pass and a fail. Of course I’ve been brushing up on stuff like this as well”—she pats the textbook twice—“because the closer I get to a hundred percent on the other subjects, the less a poor practical score will matter. I’ve tried to code my own simulations too” —you’ve tried to what?!—“but obviously I can’t replicate the physical aspects of the hardware with my laptop. I mean, I’d try a set-up of books and stuff just to get the motions down but then my roommate would probably complain even m—”

Lance bursts out laughing, cutting her ramble off abruptly, and Katie narrows her eyes at him.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Laughter still threatens to bubble over, but he pushes it down as he explains, “Just...that’s a lot!” His gaze falls to the notes from their study session and the pile of books spread across the desk, and he suddenly realises how he can pay her back a little. “Hey, my prac scores were pretty high, so I can help you out with that stuff if you want?”

A warm, genuine smile spreads across Katie’s face as she looks at him, and Lance realises with a start it’s the first time he’s seen it. It transforms her, turning her from a tired teenager in pyjamas into something his exhausted brain vaguely recognises as the sun.

“Really?!” Her tone is way too vibrant for this hour of night, and her hair swings back and forth as she bobs in her seat. “That would be the best! Thank you!”

Lance beams.

 *****

20TH FEBRUARY

 Hunk is rambling nervously about his last sim class as students bustle through the hallways when Lance’s phone finally buzzes with a reply.

Mid-terms are in two weeks. Of course I’m coming tonight. Usual time?

He shoots off a thumbs-up and turns back to tune into Hunk’s chatter.

“—and then he broke the whole comms deck and Lance, what if he does that during our mid-terms? Keith already made Iverson angry — and I mean really angry —  and oh, if we get marked down on the pracs because of it then I’m really going to need to pull up my avionics and aero science scores if I want to stay in the top ten,” Hunk continues, breathless. “Oh man, I have no idea how I’m going to do that on top of all this other stuff we have to study! I don’t even want to leave the ground, why do I have to learn how to fly the stupid things?!”

Lance glances up from his phone, a smirk already on his lips. “Because you went to flight school, maybe?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me!” Hunk slumps back against the wall and groans. “Hands down the Biggest. Mistake. Of my life.”

Lance’s phone buzzes with a reply. He checks it quickly, excitement filling him when he sees the small thumbs up icon.

“Hey, if you’re worried about your exam scores, why don’t you study with us in the library sometimes?”

Hunk pauses, expression turning devious as he straightens up and turns to face him. “Us? You mean you and your study girlfriend?”

He waggles his eyebrows meaningfully, and Lance rolls his eyes, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

“Katie. And you know she’s not my girlfriend. She’s good to study with, though, and she said you should come.”

“Hm.” Hunk’s expression doesn’t change. If anything, his smirk grows more irritating. “Okay, I’m in. It’s about time I met the elusive Katie, anyway.”

 *****

10TH MARCH

 The first time Lance sees Katie in daylight is at a diner near campus the week after mid-terms.

“Why don’t you just ask your brother, Pidge?” Hunk asks accusatorially, wielding a fry at the girl across the table rolling her eyes at them. “Can’t he like, just log in and tell me my scores? Given that he’s a famous astronaut and all.”

Katie — Pidge, he has to remember to call her Pidge now because she freaking deserves it after all the lies she told him in the library — grabs the fry from Hunk’s grasp and pops it into her mouth, chewing it deliberately slowly before swallowing and replying with a frown, “You know it doesn’t work like that. And stop calling me Pidge.”

“Aw, but Pidge is such a good nickname. Cute Pidgey-Widgey Pigeon.” Hunk pops another fry into his mouth as Pidge’s expression darkens. 

(For someone who spends most of his time worrying, he’s a heck of a lot braver facing certain death than Lance would be.)

“Oh my God, can’t you just drop it?”

“Nope,” he replies, smirk still firmly in place. “It’s your punishment for keeping secrets. Isn’t that right, Lance?”

Lance glances from Hunk to Pidge, then decides that self-preservation is for losers after all.

“Totally.” He quirks an eyebrow, inwardly delighting at how her eyes narrow as they focus on him. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. You’re the one who was all ‘oh, I’m just good at this because my dad’s an engineer’ and totally forgot to mention that he wrote the freaking textbook.”

“Ugh!” Katie slumps forward, all but slamming her forehead on the table. “Look, I’m sorry if I didn’t tell you guys, but people hear the name ‘Holt’ and get weird, okay?”

The last bit comes out as a mumble, and Lance feels a stab of sympathy. The weight of having successful siblings is something he understands well; he can only imagine the pressure of coming from an entire line of Garrison royalty.

Then again… “We’ve been friends for months, Katie,” he points out. “It just sucks that we had to find out because your famous astronaut brother appeared in the library and started calling you ‘Pidge’.”

Katie raises her head, lips pursed in annoyance. “So what, you guys are going to stop using my real name as my penance or something?”

“Exactly,” Hunk says decisively. “Like, I wouldn’t have cared if you’d told us — hey, Matt was pretty cool, and it’s so freaking amazing that your dad is like one of my engineering heroes — but finding it out like that sucked. You should’ve trusted us enough to tell us.” He pauses, then goes for the kill. “I thought we were friends.”

Her face falls, and Lance is vaguely aware that they might have overdone it.

 *****

25TH MARCH

 The post-Matt interrogation at the diner starts something. Soon, Pidge is joining them for lunch in the canteen every day, and then breakfast, and then before Lance has really processed it their duo has become a trio and it feels weird to think of a time when Pidge wasn’t in their group.

Moments like now, though, remind him.

“Why would he make a fool of himself?”

“Because that,” Hunk answers with a flourish, gesturing at Jenny’s retreating back, “was—”

And Lance suddenly realises that he doesn’t want Pidge to know about this.

He quickly slaps a hand over Hunk’s mouth, ignoring his muffled indignation to smile awkwardly at Pidge. “Y’know what? It doesn’t matter. You don’t need t— armmf!”

Less than two seconds later he’s struggling to breathe, strong muscles wrapped firmly around his head and torso and the pungent smell of Hunk’s armpit filling his nostrils.

“That,” Hunk continues, barely affected by Lance’s struggles for freedom, “was Jenny Shayburn.”

“Who’s Jenny Shayburn?” Pidge asks, and Lance can just imagine her expression: one eyebrow raised with that look that says why must you be like this? as she watches their tussle.

Or, well, Lance would like to call it a tussle. Hunk probably just sees it as an inconvenience.

“Oh, just the love of Lance’s life and his obsession for the last two years. No big deal.” 

Lance slumps against Hunk’s chest and groans. Both Pidge and Hunk latch onto gossip with the ferocity of his brother’s old terrier.

“Oh,” she says, her tone flat. “Weird.”

Lance pushes away from Hunk, who releases him without a fight, but he can’t find any relief in his reprieve. Pidge’s fingers grip her cup tightly as she sips, her gaze fixed on the students entering and leaving the canteen, and Lance feels an odd weight settle in his stomach.

What’s he supposed to say to that? A part of him wants to protest that he hasn’t thought about Jenny in ages, but it feels like... What’s that Shakespeare quote? The one about the lady protesting?

That.

Hunk glances between them, a calculating expression on his face as he takes in the tension at the table, then waves at Pidge to get her attention. “So,” he begins, tone sly, “is there anyone you like? Any special boy in our little Pigeon’s life?”

Lance rolls his eyes and tries to look as disinterested as possible, even though a part of him is on tenterhooks waiting for the answer. It’s not a topic they’ve ever broached in their hangouts. 

“Sorry, no,” Pidge answers quickly, but she’s avoiding their gaze and the lie is obvious, and Lance suddenly wonders who it is and if he could take him in a fight.

Though it’s not like he cares.

“Aw, c’mon, you can tell us,” Hunk cajoles, nudging Lance far too hard in the chest with his elbow. “Bet you loverboy Lance here can give you some tips for catching his eye.”

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” He runs a hand through his bangs, feigning a confidence he’s not feeling. “Advice. I can totally help ya out.”

He grins and shoots her some fingerguns, adding a wink for good measure. There. That was natural.

The deadpan expression on her face doesn’t change (maybe he’s lost his touch?).

“Thanks, but no thanks,” she replies at length, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “Look, it’s just a crush and he doesn’t like me back anyway. Can we change the topic now?”

For whatever reason, Hunk obliges, and the weird tension that had hung over the table dissipates fairly quickly as they move on to safer topics. The strange taste in Lance’s mouth lingers, though, and he’s not sure why.

 *****

3RD APRIL

 Everybody else in the diner is watching and chuckling and Pidge looks like she’s about to die, but really — she should know by now that they take that as encouragement.

“Haaapppy birthday dear Pigeon…” they bellow, Hunk adding an impressive vibrato on the low note. “Haaapppy birthday tooo—” Lance manages to take it up way-too-high there, grinning proudly when Pidge winces from behind her hands— “you!”

They finish with a poor attempt at harmonisation, bodies half-out of the booth with a flourish of jazz hands as the rest of the restaurant bursts into laughter, whoops and applause.

“Oh my God…” Pidge mutters, finally removing her hands from her face as the noise dies down. “Can I blow these stupid things out now?!”

Her tone is deadpan but her cheeks are a bright pink, but the sparkle in her eyes is what really gives her away. She’s pleased, she just thinks she’s too cool to show it.

(Or something. Sometimes Pidge really confuses him.)

After several unsuccessful attempts to blow them out, Pidge plucks the sparklers from her pile of pancakes and rapidly-melting ice cream and dunks them both in Lance’s water before he can stop her. Then she waves the dead sparklers in his direction with narrowed eyes and hisses, “I know the sparklers were your idea.”

“You wound me!!” Lance protests, his hand on his heart as he pretends to swoon. “You should know by now I only have your wellbeing at heart!”

“Nah, she’s not that dumb, buddy,” Hunk adds. Pidge snorts, turning into a full-blown laugh when Lance flops onto the table dramatically at Hunk’s betrayal, getting ice-cream in his hair in the process.

They dig into their pancakes with gusto, discussing their plans for when spring break starts the next day (Lance and Pidge are both heading home — Lance to Cuba to help with the calving and ploughing, Pidge to her family’s house just outside post — while Hunk is staying on at school for the fortnight) and debating the perfect topping combination and whether or not they’d be able to eat them when they finally made their way into space. It’s the most carefree meal Lance has had in a while — the perfect end to a busy term — and it’s enough to make him forget about the gift bag on the seat next to him.

But eventually the plates are cleared and the butterflies come back full-force when Hunk drops his gift on the table with a thud.

“Seriously?!” Pidge exclaims, beaming as she looks between them. “Guys, you didn’t need to!”

“Hey, this one’s just from me! Open it.” He pushes the box towards Pidge, winking surreptitiously at Lance as he adds, “Lance has his own present for you.”

Pidge tears into Hunk’s gift with gusto, her eyes lighting up as she removes what looks like a very small version of the throttle used in the fighter sims. Hunk starts rattling off its specs — he’d picked up an old one and basically reengineered the part with help from his whiz-kid pilot — and Pidge launches into a series of questions, almost all of which fly way over Lance’s head.

He tunes out of the conversation somewhere around the point where they start making plans for Hunk to visit her over the break to help install it, instead choosing to sit back and watch his friends interact. The hair in Katie’s ponytail is swinging all over the place as she does that excited bobbing thing she does, and he can’t help but think that it’s ridiculously cute.

A well-placed elbow rips Lance from his thoughts and he hurriedly grabs the bag and shoves it across the table, almost tipping it over in the process and wincing at how uncool he must look.

He quickly flashes a pose and follows it up with a wink and fingerguns (fingerguns can save any situation. Fact). “Mine’s the best, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Pidge drawls with a smile, but her brow furrows as she accepts the bag and looks inside. “Uh, did you forget your umbrella in here…?”

“Oh! No, no, that’s for you.” Hunk’s shoulders are shaking with laughter beside him, and Lance can feel his cheeks heating up. “Just like, you seem like a practical girl, and an umbrella’s a practical gift!”

The fingerguns come out again, and Pidge rolls her eyes with a laugh as she places the green-and-blue umbrella to the side (really he’d just picked it up so he wasn’t just giving her the other thing, but she didn’t need to know that). “Okay…”

The butterflies return in full force as she opens the bag again and pulls out the slim box, her expression shifting to one of surprise as she recognises it.

“Go on. Open it,” he says, answering the question in her eyes, and he can’t help his lips from pulling up into a smile when she does so and gasps.

“Lance…” She looks from him to the necklace in the box, eyes wide and lips parted, then shakes her head. “Lance, I can’t accept this! It must have cost you a fortune.”

But the way she’s looking at it — at him — lets him know that she really wants to, and that’s enough for the butterflies to finally settle into something warm and soft instead.

“Nah, it wasn’t that much.” Only his whole allowance for the month, but she didn’t need to know that, either. “I just saw it and thought it would suit you. And you only turn sixteen once, right?”

She flashes him a smile and looks back at the necklace, eyes soft as her fingertip traces over the intricate gold and green pendant. He’s telling the truth about thinking it would suit her — he saw it on a trip to the mall and immediately wanted to get it for Pidge, and that was before he’d known her birthday was coming up. 

Hunk is nudging him with his elbow, making weird noises that Lance knows translate to ‘See? See? I told you she’d like it’ and Lance feels an urge to laugh because he’d been so stupidly nervous about giving her his gift — even though it’s just a necklace! It’s not like it’s a ring or anything else with some weird hidden meaning.

“Could you help me put it on?”

He stares at Pidge, startled by the shy question. Her cheeks are a bright pink but she’s not looking away and he nods dumbly, rooted to the spot until Hunk all but shoves him out of the booth and towards Pidge’s side.

“I, uh… Sure.”

His fingers barely tremble as he removes the necklace from the proffered box, and then Pidge is leaning forward and flipping her ponytail out of the way and before he really knows what’s going on he’s fastened the clasp and is drawing away from the pale, freckled skin of her neck and back to his side of the booth (which suddenly feels so, so far away), fingertips burning as he takes his seat again.

“Thanks.” Pidge beams at him as she fiddles with the pendant displayed on her chest.

Lance nods dumbly, heart pounding. Her skin was so soft. Are all girls that soft?

He glances from Pidge’s smile to the pendant, finally breaking into a genuine smile himself as one thought crosses his mind. 

He was right. It does suit her.

[seeds-of-the-garden]

Plance AU where Pidge is an humaniod alien that accidentally abducts Lance.

“I said I was sorry!”

“It’s all right son,” Sam says. “Your sister will take care of it - we’ll get your eyes adjusted when we get home…”

Her family’s conversation blends into the hum of the ship as Pidge stalks her way to the cargo hold. Matt probably mistook the Earthling for a cow for fun.

The Earthling lies in the middle of the bare space, groaning. Pidge echoes him, she’ll have to erase his memory now. He’s not a terrible looking earthling by any means and any less ethical scientist would have been glad to have him for a specimen. Her brow furrows at the weapon to his side, like a blaster but far less efficient. It’ll be something to test later on the long ride home.

She kicks the not-blaster out of the way before binding his ankles with metal cuffs. She holds his single pair of arms - another inefficiency of Earthlings - while her second pair locks another pair of cuffs around his wrists.

His blue irises open, and his expression contorts to confusion, realization, and fear. Without a disguise in place she recognizes her features are… alien to him.

He screams and tries to stand, only to fail.

Pidge huffs and grabs him by the back of his shirt. The sooner she can get him to the lab and wipe his memory the better.

The Earthling sucks in air faster than a terveyo fly. “You - you’re the ones taking the cows, aren't you? Holy crow I didn’t think aliens existed.”

Pidge doesn’t grace him with an answer. Earthlings are cognitive enough to problem solve. Soon. Soon he’ll be back in the field where Matt picked him up by accident…

His hysterics only worsen when he sees the lab.

“You’re experimenting on them. You’re experimenting on me,” he blabs. “Wait, I’m too young - too good looking! Let me go!”

Pidge tosses him easily onto a table and places sensory nodes to his temples. Just a few more doboshes…

“I-I’ll give you anything you want!” he begs. “I have - I have a peanut butter sandwich!”

Pidge pauses. Her mother has been wanting Earth produce… and peanuts are something they don’t have yet.

“...let me see it,” she tells him.

The Earthling hastily pulls a brown sack out of a side bag. “Just… please don’t take my brain.”

Pidge pulls out the food. It doesn’t smell of anything poisonous, so she takes a bite. For science.

Pidge doesn’t believe in magic, not for her people - that’s an Altean thing - but this taste… is delightful. Her senses are filled with joy she’s never felt before.

They need more of these.

The ship lurches, sending the precious sandwich flying out of her hands. She braces her hands on the table. Why have they launched into hyperdrive with the Earthling still aboard?

“Pidge, to your station! We’ve been spotted by a Galra cruiser!”

[spacelion-loveshermulletson]

Kallura - Black & Red, Part 26 (Second half)

They manage to win the game (and Pidge jumped the host to protect her man!) and wake up inside their Lions. Coran telling them about the Galaxy God makes them question a lot of what just happened.

[vldfanenesp]

Master List Of Links

Hilos De Telar - Polydin AU Fanfiction

Los paladines de Voltron no solo deben enfrentar al emperador Zarkon, a su ejército Galra y liberar a toda la galaxia, sino también deben comprender que son esos sentimientos que sienten los unos por los otros y descubrir si son reales o solo un efecto más de su conexión con el arma legendaria que es Voltron.  

Reseña [X]

Head Canons

Características generales del UA [X]

Ships polydines [X]

Romanticas:

Kidge, Klance (Leith), Sheith, Heith, Plance, Shidge, Hidge, Hance, Shance y Shunk.

Romances de Allura (En desarrollo)

Coran x Ilak (Corak??)   (En desarrollo)

Fanfics

Primera Parte: Multicolores

1.0  1.1  1.2 1.3 1.4  1.5  1.6  1.7 1.8 1.9 Completo

Segunda Parte: Macrame

2.0 2.1 2.2 2.3 2.4 2.5 2.6 2.7 2.8 2.9 2.10 2.11 2.12 2.13 2.14 Completo

Tercera parte - Punto y seguido

3.0 3.1 3.2 3.3 3.4 3.5 3.6 3.7 3.8 3.9 3.10 Completo

Cuarta parte - Bordado (nuevo)

4.0 4.1 4.2 4.3 4.4 4.5

Epilogo: Code: Paladin blood

E.0 E.1

Aventuras Adicionales

Especial: Bond-fire Completo

1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 1.4 1.5 1.6 1.7 1.8 1.9

Especial Fic/Aventura adicional: Base espacial BX-21L7 Completo

BX.0 BX.1 BX.2 BX.3 BX.4 BX.5 BX.6 BX.7 BX.8 BX.9 BX.10 BX.11 BX.12 BX.13 BX.14 BX.15 BX.16 BX.17 BX.18 BX.19 BX.20

Especial: Pecado de sangre (Siguiente)

P.0 P.1 P.2 P3 P.5

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Hilos de Telar - Wattpad

Hilos de Telar - Archive of Our Own

Ultima actualización: 07/03/2023

[anchoredtetherart]

When the Paladins arrive to Earth and reunite with their families, Lance’s family is going to be so distraught to learn that he has a wife and they missed such an important milestone, so they’ll insist they hold an Earth wedding for them. Lee has delicious taste and suggested Italy venues on the water so she is the one to thank for the background inspiration.

Lance and Pidge think it’s a little ridiculous at first when they’re already mated but they both get really into it and have a fun time. Galra are also apparently lightweights when it comes to alcohol, and what they think is a reasonable amount (and would be when they were human) is a bit too much. They turn into giggly dorks and Pidge suddenly thinks it’s a good idea to go out for a swim but Lance grabs her before she can ruin too much of her dress. While Hunk and Keith keep an eye on them they definitely make bets on who is going to accidentally set something on fire first, etc. 

Also! They will still have rings (just simple bands of metal) and a ring ceremony but they will heat and meld their rings to their mating bands on their wrists. This way they keep both their galran and human culture in the symbolization of their union to each other. 

[anchoredtether]

This is for your own good *elmo emoji*

S H A T T E R a n d T E S S E L L A T E

CH 09:: Mother Knows Best

Trope: This is for Your Own Good

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Whumpee: Pidge and Lance

Summary: Voltron has always been an elusive, inevitable threat to the Galra Empire, scattered across the universe and hiding for centuries for its fated paladins to rise to their destined calling. They found and captured the Red Lion but it was not enough to thwart the future. Honerva foresees years ahead, catching a glimpse of the five future paladins. She knows enough. She knows where their homeplanet lies (and all of them conveniently come from one place), she knows their names and faces, and she knows their respective Voltron Lions.

In a desperate attempt to alter the future, Honerva sets out to capture the future paladins at a young age and ensure they will never pilot the Lions. By conditioning their minds and transforming their bodies, she trains and raises a team of perfect Galran soldiers. She strips them of everything they once were to ensure they can never rise up as the defenders of the universe they were meant to become.

Despite the horrors of Honerva’s cunning plan, the Lions are adaptable to the dire circumstances and Lance still has a wild streak of luck in determining their roles in the universe.

>> read on Archive Of Our Own >>

[chancellormatt]

Voltron Rewrite Episode Thirteen - All fun and games...

Honerva steps inside the cell, followed by two very nervous-looking guards. The walls within are scarred by energy burns, cutting across the remains of what were once. The table in the middle of the room is empty.

Honerva studies the table, looking troubled. One guard clears his throat.

“We wish we’d noticed sooner, but after the battle...well things were a little hectic.”

“...how did she escape?” Honerva asks.

“We think that the power to this room momentarily failed during the attack, and she was able to free herself from the chair. After that she destroyed the glyphs and must have uh…found her way out.”

Honerva continues to study the empty table for an extended period. Finally she turns to the guards. “Only the soldiers on this base have been permitted to know anything of the truth about us. It must remain that way. If this other Honverva, this...Haggar starts a power struggle within the galra ranks, it will be...unfortunate. She’s to be treated as an imposter and killed on sight.”

“Understood.” The guards salute, and step outside the room.

Honerva sweeps one more look across the room before leaving herself.

***

Keith and Allura stride towards a Garrison rover, with the sun setting on the horizon ahead. They make it all the way to the front doors on either side, when they are stopped by a voice calling over.

“Hey guys wait up!”

They turn to see Hunk running up, dragging with him the reluctant looking Lance and Pidge. 

“What’s going on Hunk?” Keith asks, suddenly concerned. “Is it the galra? Did Darktron appear again? Are we under attack-”

“No, no.” Hunk waves a dismissive hand. “I just heard you guys were going out to eat and thought, ‘hey, it's been a while since we all did something as a team.’ So I grabbed these two and decided to ask if there was room for a few more.”

“And I,” Lance says pointedly, “said that they’d probably prefer to be alone...to uh...relax and stuff.” He shoots Keith and apologetic look.

Keith sighs.

“Yeah if you guys would rather keep the group small we can just leave…” Pidge adds.

Allura shoots a quick glance at Keith, then back to the other three. “Well...the more the merrier, I suppose. Let’s all have some fun, why not?”

“Yeah!” Hunk says pumping a fist, while Lance and Pidge roll their eyes.

“Everyone pile in then.” Keith says motioning to the rover.

The five Paladins all cram themselves inside the vehicle, and are soon speeding off towards the setting sun.

***

“So...this is the Landing Pad.” Keith says, holding the door for the others, and waving a hand into the restaurant. 

Inside, booth seats lined three of the four walls, with a bar at the back in front of the kitchen, and tables all in between. It appeared to be a busy night, with many of the table filled up by hungry customers. 

“It's a great place for Garrison personnel to come take a load off, since it's so close to the base.” Keith explained over the clamor of the room.

“Oh yeah I remember back when me and Hunk were cadets and we used to sneak out and…” Lance clears his throat. “I mean uh, come here totally authorized, and not during hours we were supposed to be studying.”

“Paladin of Voltron, everybody.” Pidge snickers.

Lance shoots her a look.

  “Fascinating…” Allura says taking in the view of the restaurant. “...what do you call this sort of establishment, where the everyman eats here on Earth?”

“Uh...it's a diner.”

“A diner…” She says as if the word might be important. “So you frequented this diner often, then?” Allura asked.

“Oh yeah, Shiro used to take me here all the time back in the day. When I’d do well on  cadet exams, or broke a racing record, or just when I was feeling down.”

“I see…” She gets a thoughtful look. “...this must have a good deal of history for you then.”

“Yeah I guess so…” Keith smirks, giving a slight shake of his head. “Anyway, we wanna booth or table.”

“Booth…?” Allura says confused.

“Booth it is.” Lance cuts in.

Keith nods nods leading the group over to one of the many booths and sliding in. Hunk slides in first one one side followed by Lance then Keith. Allura and Pidge slide into the opposite booth, the former looking enamored by the quaint setup.

A waitress strolls over, setting of menus in front of each of them.

“Hello there, can I get you all started off on some drinks?”

Allura opens her mouth to speak then hesitates and looks to Pidge with a small smile. “Do you have the heated chocolate here?”

The waitress gives her an odd look. 

“She means hot chocolate.” Pidge explains.

“Ah. Course we do, hun.”

“Two of those.”

“Make that three.” Lance pipes up.

“Coke for me.” Keith says.

“Alright, and you big guy?” she directs the question at Hunk.

“Just water for me.” He pats his stomach. “Prefer to save room for the grub.”

“Gotcha, I’ll have those right up for y'all in just a second..” The waitress nods and walks off.

Keith watches Allura as her gaze once more takes in the diner. She smiles to herself and shakes her head. 

“You know...back on altea, when I was young, there was a place my father used to take me. ”

“Was it like this place?”

She thought about it. “Not exactly. But there's a similar...aura, I suppose. It was this restaurant and an old friend of my father’s ran. They’d know each other since before my father was king. So every once in a while, my father and I would dress in common clothes and go have lunch. And for a while we weren’t the King and Crown Princess. Just a father and daughter, enjoying a meal.” She smiled, and then shakes her head. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bore you all more of my reminiscing.”

“Don’t be.” Keith shakes his head. “It's actually nice to hear about some good memories for once.”

“You wanna talk about good memories?” Hunk says. “You all remember the day after I first battle, when Allura and Coran were having us jump through all those hoops, and we ended up getting in a food goo fight?”

Allura laughs. “How could I forget that? That goo wasn’t easy to get out of my dress, you know.”

The other Paladins chuckle.

“You know...that was the first time we really bonded as a team.” Keith ponders after a moment.

“...guess we’ve come a long way, haven’t we?” Hunk adds.

The grow quiet for a moment. 

“...I sure hope so.” Lance smirks. “If we still can’t form Voltron without having a food fight first, I think the Coalition’s in big trouble.”

They all laugh at that.

“How…” Pidge stifles a laugh. “...how about that time in the space mall, when that mall cop came chasing after us because he thought we were pirates?”

“And we escaped on a Kalternecker’s back!?” Hunk adds.

Another round of laughs.

“How how about when were playing that game...uh…” Lance heistates, then snaps his fingers. “Monsters and Mana!”

“I...don’t actually think I was there for that one.” Keith points out.

“Oh right because you were…” Lance’s voice trails off, and he cringes.

Keith heistates as well, but then after a moment he smiles. “Why don’t you guys tell me about the game, then?”

“Gladly.” Pidge smirks. “So you start by making a character…”

***

Sincline Lotor sits on the floor inside a cell, alone. His eyes are closed, and he has both arms propped up on his knees. Outside, there is the sound of a door opening followed by footsteps. The door pulls open, revealing Acxa standing there, with Krollia just behind. Both are clad in Blade of Marmora garb. 

“You have five minutes. I’ll be right outside, along with a full squad of Garrison soldiers.”

“I understand. Thank you.” Acxa nods.

She steps inside and the door slams shut behind. Lotor remains motionless.

“...hello Lotor.” Acxa finally says.

Lotor opens his purple, glowing eyes. He turns his head towards her, noting her existence then shifts his gaze to the opposite wall.

“It’s...been some time.” She goes on.

Still Lotor remains silent.

She sighs. “Nothing to say for yourself?”

“...in all our years together,” Lotor’s voice comes with a slight rasp, “did I ever give you the impression that I had any interest in talking to traitors?” 

Acxa narrows her eyes. “That’s rich coming from the man that claimed he wanted to destroy his own kind.”

“The galra are a plague on this universe. They ravaged everything they can sink their claws into. It is my greatest shame that I share even some of their blood.”

Acxa stares at him for a long time. Finally she shakes her head. “What happened to you Lotor?” 

“What happened to me!?” Lotor shoots to his feet, eyes wide with fury. “What happened was I tried to clean up some of the filith in this universe, and lost everything for the effort. Allura, voltron, my empire, everyone turned on me.” He sneers. “Even my ‘loyal’ generals betrayed me in the end. Now all I have to show for it is a ruined face.”

“You really do see it that way, don't you?” Acxa says with surprise.

“What other way is there to see it?” Lotor replies scornfully.

Acxa takes a breath, as if preparing herself. “Fine. I’ll tell you what I saw then. I saw a man I respected, a man of principles, and of honor. A man...a man I cared about.” She hesitates, then shakes her head. “And I watched that man threw away everything he ever cared about out of spite. Because he hated his father with so much blind rage that he couldn’t see how much he was becoming like him.”

“You’re comparing me to him!? Do you know how much-”

“Lotor look at yourself!” Acxa cuts him off. “Look at what you turned yourself into for power! You killed Narti without a second thought! You were murdering people that worshiped to steal their quintessence! Now who does that sound like!?”

Lotor goes very quiet. It's as if all the energy has drained out of him. He slides back down to the floor, with his back against the wall, staring at the floor. Neither say anything for several moments. 

Eventually Acxa sighs and turns away, making for the door.

“...did you get what you came for?” Lotor asks.

Acxa pauses at the door. “...no.” She turns back. “I’m not like the other people here. I know you. I know that you did everything you did because you thought it was the best choice at the time. But I also know that somewhere along the way you lost sight of what you cared about. In the end, you spent more time trying to prove Zarkon wrong than helping everyone else. I came here, Lotor, hoping to see if there was still something left of the man I...the man I served under for all those years. The man who fought on the front lines, because he didn’t believe his men were worth less than himself. The man that didn’t care that I was a half-breed, didn’t care I was born in a slum on a far-off, forgotten world. I came hoping to find the man who…” Her voice cracks. “...who took a chance on a half-starved girl that never had anyone else.” She turns away again, and rubs a sleeve across her face. “...I didn’t find him.”

With that, she taps on the door. It slides open, revealing Krollia again. Acxa steps outside.

“Acxa.” Lotor finally says.

She half turns. Lotor looks up, a tired expression on his face. He looks at if he is about to say something then hesitates. He shakes his head suddenly, and returns his gaze to the wall.

“What...what’s with the suit?”

She looks surprised. 

“It's the garb of a member of the Blade of Marmora. I’m...training with them now.” Acxa explains. “Wasn’t easy to convince them because of my...previous loyalties. The Paladins put in a good word, though.”

“The rebels.” Lotor says thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t have thought you’d join their number.”

“Desperate times.” She says simply.

“...good luck.”

She stares at him for several moments, then gives a short nod. “Thank you.”

With that Acxa walks away, and the door slams shut, leaving Lotor alone once more.

***

“...so then it turns out the Barmaid was actually the Evil Wizard Dakin all along!” Pidge explains animatedly.

“Woah.” Keith says raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah...man what a great adventure.” Hunk sighs.

“We should see if Coran could host another one sometime.” Pidge says, taking a sip from her hot chocolate.

“Y-ah!” Hunk manages through a mouthful of cheesecake. 

“Manners Hunk.” Shiro says.

Hunk swallows. “Sorry.”

Then they all turn in surprise. “Shiro!” they say in unison.

“Hey guys.” He chuckles. “Fancy seeing all of you here. Sp Keith ya took ‘em around to the old place I see.”

“I...yeah.” Keith shrugs.

“Hey why don’t you pull up a chair Shiro?” Lance suggests.

“Yeah.” Hunk agrees.

“Oh I dunno if you want me running all you kids' fun…”

The comment is immediately met with a clamor of refusals.

“Alright alright.” Shiro chuckles dragging a chair over to the end of the booth.

The waitress walks over.

“Coffee, black?” She says.

“You know me too well Cadence.” Shiro smiles.

She nods and walks off.

“So,” Shiro says turning back to the group, “what are we talking about?”

“We were just telling Keith about that time we played Monsters and Mana.” Pidge explains.

“Oh yeah! Did you tell him about my Paladin...Shiro.”

Pidge, Lance, Allura and Hunk all groan. Keith only smirks. “Sounds like you.”

***

Sincline Lotor is pacing in his cell when a burst of purple energy lights up the cell. He jumps back, getting into a defensive stance. When the light fades Haggar now stands in the cell.

“Hello son...It's good to see you alive.”

“I’m not your son, Witch.” Lotor sneers, not dropping his guard. “I didn’t buy that lie then, and I don’t now.”

“You may believe what you wish. But right now there is little time.” She holds out her  hand. “We must go. Now, before they discover I am here.”

Lotor steps back. “...why?”

“Why?” Haggar looks confused. “Because you’re being held captive here. Regardless of what you think, I am your mother, and I’m trying to help you. Now, please, we must go.”

Lotor hesitates. “...you spent my entire life caring for nothing by helping Zarkon. The only thing you ever displayed any interest in was in making him more powerful. It didn’t matter who he hurt, or what was destroyed in his wake. It was all for him. And now…” Lotor looks down. “...now that I’ve become like him you suddenly want to help me?”

Haggar looks desperate. “My memory it was...difficult...please there’s no-”

“Enough.” Lotor shakes his head. “I...I don’t know if you and I share blood. I don’t think it really matters.  You aren’t my real mother.”

Haggar steps back, as if struck. “...even if you hate me, I can still help you. I’ll free you and after that you can...do as you wish.”

“But-”

"I didn't ask for your help! And I don't want to either. You've never cared about me before, and I don't see any reason why you should now?if you really want to help then leave. And don't come back.”

Haggar steps back looking sick. She is silent for some time. “...I-” “Go!” Lotor growls. “Before I call for the guards.

Haggar gives him one final pained look. Then, in a flash of violet light, she vanishes. 

Lotor lets out a deep breath. Then, he sits back on his bed, against the wall and closes his eyes. 

***

The Paladins and Shiro are finishing up what remind of their meals, laughing and telling stories, when across the restaurant a man steps up to the small stage there.

"Alright ladies and gents," the man says over a microphone, "it's about that time of night, the band's ready to play. So if y'all wanna move some of these tables over we can open up the floor for some dancing."

The announcement was met by a chorus of excited cries from the other patrons. Tables were shifted as room was made for the presumed dancing. 

“Almost forgot it was dance night.” Shiro smiles.

Keith groans.

“What is it?” Allura asks.

“Keith doesn’t dance.” Shiro shakes his head.

“Really?” 

“Never.” Keith confirms, pointedly looking away from the stage where instruments were being set up.”

“Man I never knew they had dancing. This place is better than I thought.” Lance remarks.

“You? Dancing?” Pidge says skeptically.

“Oh yeah, I’m a great dancer. I’ve got a few moves that are...” He slicked his hair back. “...pretty smooth.”

“Riiight.” Pidge smirks and rolls her eyes.

The band, quickly having set up, begins to play some experimental notes. People quickly crowd into the dancing floor.

“Alright everyone…” The guitarist said into the microphone. “...we’ll start off the night with a little song called Stars Alive.”

The crowd cheers, and the band begins to play. Its a quick, upbeat song that does a good job of riling up the crowd. Rhythmic dancing brakes out almost immediately.

Lance’s eyes flicker back and forth between the crowd and Pidge. He taps the table nervously. He clears his throat.

“You uh...wanna see them?”

“Huh?” Pidge looks up with confusion.

“Those sick dance moves of mine. You wanna see ‘em? Up close, I mean.”

“Do I…” Pidge glanced out at the crowd. “..want to dance, you mean?”

“Uh...yeah.”

Pidge shifts uncomfortably, and gives an awkward laugh, not meeting his eyes. “I don’t know. Think I’d prefer to watch from here...”

Lance stares at her for a moment, then sighs. He stands up steps over in front of her, and holds out a hand.

“Come on. It’ll be fun.” He attempts a confident smile, only partially succeeding.

Pidge looks at the hand, back to the crowd, then finally down to the floor. Just when Lance looks about to falter, Pidge takes his hand. Lance actually looks surprised that she did. She still doesn’t look up, cheeks flushing. He smiles slightly, and leads her out onto the dance floor. 

Allura watches the go, curiously. “Are they…?” She glances around the table.

Keith and Hunk only look confused. Shiro gives a half-smile but shrugs noncommittally. Allura sits back, thoughtful.

Shiro catches Keith’s eye. He nods ever so slightly towards Allura, then towards the dance floor. Keith gives a slight shake of his head, then pretends to get interested in something on the far side of the room. Shiro leans forward, looking at him pointedly. Keith shifts uncomfortably, occasionally shooting a glance at the dancing crowd, then Allura. 

Eventually he lets out a long sigh. “...hey Allura?”

“Yes Keith?” She says, turning to him.

“You seem like...you might want to go out there.”

She shrugs, but clearly is excited by the prospect. “I wouldn’t really know what I’d be doing. I’m afraid I know very little of earth styles of dance.”

“I can’t help you there.” Keith snorts.

Shiro clears his throat.

“...but, I guess I could, you know, also be out there. So you’re not as...alone. Or...whatever.”

Her eyes light up. “I thought you never dance.”

Keith suppressed a groan, turning it into a sigh. “Well...everyone’s gotta have fun sometime, right?” He manages a smile.

Allura grins. “It would be my pleasure.”

Then before he can stop her, she grabs Keith by the hand and drags him out of the booth. Shiro laughs as keith is forced to awkwardly try and gain his footing amongst the writhing crowd. Hunk also gives a chuckle.

“Welp,” Hunk says, standing up. “Since everyone else has joined in the fun, might as well get in there too. Time to show these guys what it's like to rumble with a Barrett.”

“Have fun,” Shiro says also standing.

“You aren’t going to join in too?”

Shiro stares out at the crowd for a moment. His eyes fall across each of the Paladins one by one. Finally he smiles and shakes his head.

“Nah. You guys don’t need an old guy like me cramping your style. Besides I’ve got work to do.”

“Oh...well good night then.”

“Night Hunk.”

And with that, Shiro leaves the diner.

***

A pair of Garrison analysts lounge in front of their computers. One is solving a hand-puzzle, while the other seems near sleep. Suddenly the one solving the puzzle gets a beep coming from his computer.

“...what is it?” The other analyst groans, shifting in his chair.

“New communication from deep space. Probably one of those Coalition guys reporting…” The analysts voice trails off as he sits up and looks at his screen more closely. He taps on his computer, and a video begins to play.

The other analyst sids up wide-eyed. The first man reaches over and picks up his communicator without taking his eyes off the screen.

“Get me the Admiral…” The man hesitates“...we got something that the Paladins will probably want to see…”

***

The Paladins are all dancing, moving in time with the music, shooting each other awkward, but amused glances. Even when one of the gets tripped up they all laugh it off as a group. The song comes to an end, and none of them seem ready to speak, just smiling and panting from the effort of exertion.

Then, as one, all of their communicators start pinging. The Paladins release a collective sigh.

“...what’s the situation?” Keith asks, being the first to answer his communicator.

“We’ve just received a message from deep space.” Admiral Sanda explains. “I need all of you back here ASAP.”

“Can...it wait?” Keith asks, tiredly.

“As you’ve pointed out before, none of you answer to me, so I suppose you can come around whenever you please. But I’m pretty sure that Princess is going to be mad if you do.”

“What? This message concerns me?” Allura asks confused.

“Be here. Ten minutes.” The communicator shuts off.

The Paladins share a quick look, then scramble out of the diner.

***

The Paladins rush inside the meeting room where Sanda, Shiro and Kolivan are already waiting.

“What’s all this about?” Keith asks.

Sanda puts a finger to her lips, then presses a small button on a remote in her hand. A holographic projection materializes above the table, showing three cloaked figures. The figure in the middle steps forward.

“This is a message for Voltron and its allies…” The figure pulls down it's hood.

Allura gasps. Before them is a woman with red hair, pointed ears and a small mark under either eye. “...we are alteans, and we need your help.”

Allura’s eyes widen further. The other cloaked figures pull down their hoods, revealing that they too are alteans.

“Prince Lotor is not who we thought he was.” The first woman explains sadly. “We’ve slowly come to realize what a vile madman he is. Those of us that could be trusted worked together to slip us three off the colony. On our way out we stole some information that we believe we can help you to defeat Lotor and free the altean people once and for all. We’ve transmitted, along with this message, a location where we may be able to meet up. If anyone other than the Paladins show up, we will be forced to flee. We can trust no others with this. I can speak no long, without risking discovery by Lotor…”The woman looks down, wearily. When she looks back up, there is a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “Please Voltron...you are our only hope.”

Allura looks as though she wants to reach out and touch her through the projection. The image vanishes.

“That’s the whole message.” Sanda says.

“We have to help them!” Alllura immediately exclaimes. She seems to realize her outburst, and clears her throat. “...we should help them.” Her eyes flicker to Keith, in silent question.

Keith stares at where the image used to be for several moments, looking deep in thought. “...Kolivan, what do you think?”

“I think the likelihood of this being a trap is high.” The galra says.

Keith nods as if expecting this answer.

“But we cannot just abandon them because of what might be!” Allura argues.

“I’m not saying we are, but we can’t jump into this either.” Keith explains.

Slowly, Allura nods.

“Sanda?” keith asks next. 

“Oh do you care what I think now?” The admiral asks, bemused.

He gives her a long suffering look.

“Very well. I agree with Kolivan. All warfare is based on deception. It's far too likely that this is a trap. Risking the greatest weapon we have in this war is too great a trade for such a vague reward.”

Keith nods again Allura looks as though she wants to speak up again, but stops herself.

“...Shiro?” Keith asks, finally.

Shiro lets out a sigh. “...it's tough, Keith. Kolivan and Sanda aren’t wrong. This is a big risk.”

Allura’s eyes fall. 

“But,” Shiro adds. “We are the Voltron Coalition. We started this to liberate people like the alteans from galra rule. If we ignore this...well I guess it just wouldn’t sit right with me. But at the end of the day, it's your call Keith.”

Keith nods to Shiro. He glances at the other Paladins. “What about you guys?”

Pidge and Lance share a look and shug uncertainty. 

“I just dunno man.” Hunk says shaking his head.

Keith’s eyes fall on Allura last.

“...I think you know my thoughts.” Allura says at first. “But I will simply say this: Please don’t abandon them. They’ve been through enough.”

Keith holds her gaze for a long time. Her eyes continue to ask a silent question. After what seems like an eternity, he sighs. 

“...Kolivan, I want all the information we have on the enemy movements. Sanda I need the Atlas ready for deep space, I don’t want us out there alone. Shiro find Coran and Romelle, they should see this and I want to know if she can tell us anything about the people in this video.”

“Then we’re…” Allura says hopefully.

“Going? Yes.” Keith nods. “We’re the Voltron Coalition and we don’t leave anyone behind.”

***

Prince Lotor, of Darktron watched as Luca and the other two alteans pulled off their cloaks. They stand in a dark room, with a viewport out into space set in one wall 

“That was an excellent performance Luca.” Lotor says. “I am glad you were able to meet me here to do it.”

She smiles. “It is my honor to serve. Though, it pains me to speak of you in such a matter.”

“It was necessary.” Lotor waves a hand dismissively.

“...so what’s now?” Luca asks.

Lotor steps over to the viewport. Gazing out it shows a field of debris from broken space-faring vessels. The druids fly among the wreckage, constructing something. Lotor smiles, causing his scar to stretch taut on his skin. Luca winces noting this, but says nothing.

“...now I break Voltron, and end this war.”