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Homes Don’t Have to Be Perfect Chapter 8

Lance’s voice cracked and faded with the wind. Nyma swayed her hips as she walked over to him.

“Hello, dear.” Her grin sent shivers down Lance’s spin. She shifted her gaze to Pike, who looked at her in confusion. She lowered slightly and wiggled her finger tips in a wave. “Hello, baby.” Lance turned his body away from her more as Pike hid his face. Seeing his movement, she straightened up and the grin fell from her face. “Well, if that’s how it’s going to be.” She huffed. Lance stood up and placed Pike on his hip. She took a step towards them with her hand out stretched. Lance stumbled back with Pike angled away from her. She pulled her upper lip up at him. Keith took large, fast steps to stand in front of Lance, blocking her from him entirely.

“What do you want?” His voice was low and rough. Nyma looked him up and down before spitting her words at him.

“This matter doesn’t concern you.” Keith growled at her as his shoulders raised in anger. “Why don’t you run along and-”

“Keith.” Lance interrupted with a hand on Keith’s shoulder. Keith grabbed his hand him and lowered it. “Why don’t you take Pike and go play in the water some? He seemed to enjoy that.” Keith glanced at Pike, who seemed more scared than anything, before meeting Lance’s pleading eyes. Lance’s sad eyes matched the ocean that lightly splashed behind him. Not being able to say no, Keith released Lance’s hand with a sigh and lightly took Pike into his arms. Pike buried his hands into Keith’s hair as he hid his face in Keith’s neck. Keith scoffed at Nyma before walking away.

Glancing back at the group, Lance met Shiro’s gaze. Shiro nodded his head. He wrapped his arm around Matt’s shoulder and grabbed Allura’s arm before leading the group away. Lance turned back to Nyma with his arms crossed over his chest. He raised his shoulders as he spoke in a low voice.

“What do you want?” She brushed off his question by glaring at Keith, who held Pike’s hand as he kicked at the water.

“Why does he get to take away my baby when I came so far to see him?” Lance followed his line of sight before snarling at her.

“He has more right to Pike than you do. You left. You left him. Keith has taken care of Pike more than you ever did.” Lance lowered his shoulders as he glared at her.

“I made a mistake. He is still mine.” She said taking a step towards him. Lance stood his ground as she closed in on him.

“You obviously forgot why you left. You talked to Pike when you walked up.” Lance watched as her face fell. He knew she didn’t forget. She was just trying to play nice to get whatever she wanted from him. “You can’t even say his name, can you? Do you hate him that much?” Her face turned red with anger at his low spoken words.

“Anyone would have left if their child was like him.” She crossed her arms and popped her hip out.

“No one would. I didn’t.” Lance placed his hand on his chest. “They didn’t.” Lance gestured to his group of friends that watched from a distance. “Keith definitely didn't.” Lance pointed back to Keith, who caught Pike in a hug as the babe ran up to him. Nyma huffed at Lance’s words. “Yes, the news was surprising, but it didn’t change anything about Pike. He was still a baby who needed his mother, and you left him. You left us.” Lance knew his voice was slowly raising, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“He’s broken Lance.” Nyma whispered as if it was some dark secret.

“He’s deaf, not broken!” Lance yelled as he felt his face turn red. Nyma stepped back at his words. He had never raised his voice to her like that before. She quickly shook of the shock by flipping her long, blonde hair over her shoulder. She huffed as she looked behind him.

“I don’t care what you say. I’m back now and he’s mine.”

“I won’t let you anywhere near him.” He growled low. She gasped as she strutted back up at him.

“You cannot stop me from having my own child. I will take it to court and force them to take him from you. You alone could never raise a child right. You are useless!” She poked his chest with each word. Lance felt tears form in his eyes as she glared up at him.

“I’m better than you will ever be.” His voice broke as it dropped below a whisper. Nyma gasped, which turned into a loud hiss. She raised her arm to strike him. Gritting his teeth, Lance closed his eyes to prepare for the sharp slap. It wouldn’t be the first time their arguments ended like this. He knew what to expect.

Yet, the slap never came. He slowly opened his eyes when he heard Nyma growl again. Shiro had her arm gripped tight in his human hand. She tried to pull away, but he was stronger than her. Pushing her back, he finally released his grip, causing her to stumble a bit. Shiro placed himself in the middle of the two as Allura rushed up and pulled Lance back.

“Good afternoon.” Shiro’s voice was hard and unforgiving as he forced a fake smile on his face. “I am Takashi Shirogane. Not only do I have a law degree, but I am also a veteran Navy Seal.” Lance noticed Nyma’s face starting to pale. “If you are serious about taking Lance to court, I can guarantee that you are wasting your time. It will not matter what lawyer or what court you get. We will win.” His fake smile faded as his eyes turned dark. “If you don’t want to go to court but still bother us, I will not only forcefully remove you from this town, but this country. I know people who could transport you to places that no one will ever find you again.” Shiro turned and grabbed Lance’s arm. “Now, if you would please leave us to enjoy our day.” Nyma stood shell-shocked for a moment before she recovered.

“You can’t threaten me!” She yelled as she stomped her foot.

“Oh, dear. He didn’t threaten you. If you want someone to threaten you, I can do so much worse.” Allura said as she cracked her knuckles. Nyma eyes widened for a moment before she decided that the battle was lost. She puffed her chest up and turned on the ball of her foot. As she neared the parking lot of the beach, Nyma turned back and locked eyes with Lance. She grinned evilly as she spoke again.

“No wonder the child was broken with a father like you!” She called out and watched as Lance’s eyes grew in size and as tears started to fall. Allura growled as she stepped forward. Nyma yelped and rushed off. As soon as Nyma was out of sight, Lance fell to his knees. His breathing was fast as his heart pounded in his ears. Keith ran over with Pike bouncing on his hip. He fell to his knees and pulled Lance to him. Lance gripped onto Keith’s back as he started to sob. Pike looked up from his place between them. He didn’t understand what was going on. Reaching up, Pike patted Lance’s cheek before laying his head on Lance’s lap. Keith shushed him as he ran his hands through his hair. Keith cursed Nyma for knowing what she had done. Shiro placed his hand on Keith’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you take Lance’s home? We will load up Red in Hunk’s truck and drop her off later.” Keith nodded as he helped Lance to his feet. Lance stumbled forward before draping himself across Keith’s left shoulder. Allura picked up Pike.

“I can keep him for the night.” She cooed softly. Lance shook his head at her words, whimpering.

“We got it. Thanks, though.” Keith smiled softly as Allura helped arrange Pike in Keith’s arms. As they walked to Lance’s car, Pidge, Matt, and Hunk came scurrying up to Shiro and Allura.

“Where have you been?” Shiro looked at the group of suspicious looking young adult.

“First off, it was their idea.” Hunk ratted as he held his hand out. Shiro opened his hand as Hunk dropped a couple of wires and other small parts into his hands. He looked at the parts with a raised eyebrow before turning to Pidge.

“Why are you looking at me?” They huffed with puffed out cheeks. “Fine. I maybe found out which car was hers, and I maybe got Matt and Hunk to help me rewire it a bit.” Shiro raised both eyebrows at them. “She deserved it though!” Pidge yelled as Matt nodded along side them.

“Don’t worry. We made sure no one saw and that there was no evidence left behind.” Matt grinned up at his newly declared fiance. Shiro shook his head with soft laughter.

When Keith arrived at Lance’s house, Lance had recovered enough to carry Pike in. The sun had started to set, casting a lovely glow across the scene. Lance held Pike close to his chest as he hummed a sad song to him. Pike yawned as they entered the house. Lance walked straight into Pike’s room without turning on any lights. Keith followed closely behind. Lance hummed a few more lines before placing Pike in the crib. Brushing the short strands of dark brown hair back, Lance kissed his forehead and whispered, “You are not broken.” Lance leaned up and signed “I love you” as Pike drifted off to sleep. Turning on the nightlight and baby monitor, Lance placed his hand on Keith’s back and directed him out of the room. Lance walked into the kitchen and dug around in the fridge for a bit before producing two beers. He handed it on to Keith.

“I shouldn’t. I have to drive home tonight.” He tried to wave Lance’s offer off.

“Just stay here. I don’t want to drink alone, and God, do I need a drink.” Keith nodded slightly as he gripped the bottle. Lance gave him a soft smile as they crossed over to the sofa. Keith sipped the bitter beverage as he looked at Lance. Lance’s eyes seemed to be lost in the past. The once vibrant blues now seemed to be dual and almost lifeless. Keith sighed as he leaned his arms onto his knees.

“She’s a downright bitch.” His voice was soft, as if not to break Lance. “She was totally wrong, you know.” He looked over at Lance. Lance nodded slowly, but made no other sign to show that he was listening. Keith reached out and tugged at Lance’s ear. “Hey. Listen to me. She had no right to come here. She had no right to screw up the life that you are working so hard to make. You are doing so well. When my mother died, my dad fell apart. He quit trying. He left me. You didn’t do that. You stuck with it, even when it got hard. Pike could never asked for a better dad.” Keith spoke with a firm voice as he stared into Lance’s eyes. Light slowly came back in them along with a few tears. He sniffed as he nodded. Keith smiled softly as he brushed his thumbs under Lance’s eyes. “You are doing wonderfully. You are not useless. You are kind, smart, funny, hard working, and so much more. Don’t let her win.” His voice dropped lower as he knocked his forehead against Lance’s. Lance let out a small laugh.

“You think I’m funny?” Keith closed his eyes half way.

“Always have.” Lance felt his cheeks burn as he buried his head into Keith’s neck. Keith hissed at the contact. Lance pulled back and ran his fingers over Keith’s neck. The skin was hot to the touch and slightly red.

“You got sunburned.” Lance giggled. “Maybe I should have listened to Pidge.” He laughed as he stood up. “Wait here. I have aloe somewhere.” Lance walked off leaving Keith to himself. Keith sighed heavily as he fell back onto the sofa. Stupid sunburn just had to ruin the moment. Keith placed his arm over his eyes as he waited for Lance to return.

Soft thuds and movement could be heard across the house before thundering footsteps sounded off of the walls. For the first time since Keith meet Pike, he was glad that the kid was deaf. If not, he would never get any sleep with Lance around. Keith laughed at the thought as Lance called out. “Found it!” He slid to a stop in front of the sofa with the bottle in hand and a triumphant smile on his face. He sat on his heels and opened to bottle. Keith glanced at him from under his arm. Lance poured some of the Aloe out of the bottle and rubbed it lightly on his hands. He glanced up at Keith before he started to work the Aloe onto his arms and chest. Keith hissed at first before humming at the cool feeling of the gel. Lance smiled softly as he finished working the Aloe onto Keith’s sunburn. “Alright, mullet. Flip over.” Lance tapped Keith’s shoulder lightly, trying very hard not hurt him. Keith sighed as he rolled onto his stomach, the air cooling his back. He moved his arms up to act as a pillow for his head. Lance watched the muscles in Keith’s back shift as he moved. Gulping, he averted his eyes and he rubbed more Aloe onto his hands. Keith moaned softly as Lance started to work on the angry skin. Lance glanced up with a soft curse as Keith voiced his contentment. As he finished, Keith met his eyes with a soft grin. He reached up and tapped Lance’s cheek,

“Did you get a sunburn too?” He giggled as Lance fell back. Lance shook his head with a laugh. He removed himself from the floor and sat down with Keith’s feet in his lap. Leaning over, he grabbed his beer and took a sip.

“Thanks Keith.” His voice was soft and full of an emotion that Keith couldn’t pin down.

“For what?” He asked, turning back over to lay on his back.

“For everything. For taking care of Pike. For helping me.” Lance sighed as he took another drink. “You shouldn’t even be here after what I did to you.” Guilt weighed heavy in Lance’s gut ever since he found out the truth. The light scars on Keith’s arms filled his nightmares. Keith sat up and reached out.

“Don’t think like that. I’m here on my own accord. I want to be here.” He sighed as he dropped his head to rest on Lance’s shoulder. “Lance, two years ago I saw you as my best friend. Or so I thought. Now, I think you were more. Maybe you were right to run away, but even now, even after all the shit that we have been through, you are still my everything.” Lance stared at him for a moment before lacing his fingers with Keith’s.

“How about a date, then, mullet?”

Next: Chapter 9

In the Beginning:  Chapter 1

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Day 2: Dealer’s Choice

 Written for kidgetober 2020, for the 2nd day “free space”

Summary: Pidge has really wanted to start spending more time with Keith lately, and she finally thinks of a way for it to be subtle enough to cause suspicion.

This is a direct copy-and-paste repost from my FFN account: FatesDescendent.

Day 2: Dealer’s Choice

She didn’t know when it struck her, but she knew it hit her hard. Keith was awesome! She always knew that, but lately she’s found herself wanting to spend more time with him, to stay close to him. However, she also knew that if he wasn’t so darn oblivious, Keith would think she was desperate. She was, but she couldn’t afford him thinking that.

Pidge needed to think of a way for them to spend some time together, but for it to seem natural at the same time. They already agreed to spend Halloween together, but that was a whole month away.

“The fall festival!” She shouted, flipping off her bed, hitting the floor without a loud thud.

“Katie! Everything alright?” Colleen yelled from the kitchen downstairs.

Pidge ran downstairs, sliding into the kitchen “Mom, can Keith come with us to FallFest?”

Colleen just smiled, she knew of her daughters little crush for months now. “That’s perfectly fine with me, but there’s still a few fellas you might need to convince.”

Her eyebrow rose up in confusion “Who?”

“Firstly, your father. He’s accepted it, but still isn’t the biggest fan of his ‘little girl’ having her first major crush. Matt will just give you a hard time, but he’ll encourage it. Especially considering he’s bringing Takashi.”

“Oh, Shiro’s coming?” Pidge asked, just the smallest hint of disappointment able to be heard.

“Geez, don’t sound too excited kid!” Shiro laughed as he, Matt, and Sam walked into the Holt household. “So, why don’t you want me going to the festival? You used to love it when I went with you and Matt.”

“Yeah, sorry Shiro…” she chuckled “I just wanted to hangout with Keith… just the two of us… away from the group.”

“Oooh, and why’s that little pidgeon?” Matt asked poking his little sister playfully.

“Oh, screw you! Like you’re not pining for Shiro here.” Pidge barked, causing both men to go into coughing fits from their drinks.

“Ever hear of subtly Katie?” Colleen sighed.

“I’ll learn to be subtle when Matt learns when not to speak. Anyways, dad? Can Keith come with us to FallFest?”

Sam crossed his arm, tapping his foot while thinking. “Hm, I guess the boy can go. Granted, your mom has to agree, and he has to want to go too, of course.”

Pidge ran up and hugged her dad, thanking him as she ran upstairs to give Keith a call.

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Keith didn’t know how he got to this point, for some reason he and Pidge began hanging out together a lot more than normal. With that being said, part of him wasn’t surprised when he was invited to go to FallFest with her and her family.

But he wasn’t going to complain, he was more than happy to spend time with her, and she seemed to want to spend time with him.

That didn’t make him feel any less awkward being crammed in their car, not too mention it felt like Sam was glaring at him constantly. Did he do something to offend him? He couldn’t think of anything that may have upset Sam, but there was definitely something up between the two of them.

Thankfully, once they reached the festival Pidge almost immediately pulled him away from the others for a full tour of the grounds.

“Hey, Pidge?”

“Yeah?”

“Did I do something to upset Sam? I just feel like he didn’t appreciate my being here with you guys… This- this wasn’t supposed to be a ‘family event’, was it?” He asked.

“What? No! He might just be a little grumpy though, from the bits and pieces he’s shared at dinner, progress has been mostly stagnate at the garrison.”

“Ok, good.” Keith smiled, as he let Pidge continue to pull him along.

“So, where do you want to go?” she asked, hopping on her tiptoes. “We have the cakewalk, the pre-halloween trunk-r’-treat, the dunk-tanks. Plenty of fun options all around.”

“Hm.” Keith thought about it for a minute “Dealer’s choice.” He smiled.

“Cake walk it is. Best part is, they do all kinds of desserts. At this point it’s only called that for traditions sake. So, if you get any-“

“If I get any peanut butter cookies, I’ll let you have them.” He cut her off.

“Good.” She smiled back “Now come on, we have desserts to win.”

I think this is going to be a fun evening.

A/N: So, as you can see these stories will be a lot smaller compared to my normal works (as much as it pains me, haha) those of you who have followed me for some time know that my works are normally 10k+ words per chapter, per story. So this month will be very experimental for me and my writing style.

Normally I ask you all to leave a review, but since this is a month long event with a new chapter each day for 30 days, I ask you all to give the story a follow so you can read each update for each days topic.

Stay safe, everyone

See ya!

[catastrofhe]

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A MINUTE

nina @astroninaaa has written and posted the epilogue of their series apologies from the intercom. so i would like to share a list of all my favourite lines from that series that my incredible amazingly talented best friend has written.

“His happiness looked and sounded so genuine and it hurt to think this thorny, dark, and ugly thing could be akin to love.“ this line is one of many that just cuts so deep and is just so perfectly worded that it blows my mind. i’m personally not very good with words and it’s hard for me to describe how wonderful this fic is but i’m doing my best.

‘ Tubbo didn’t like the ravine, even if, at first, it had been his own little hideout. He didn’t like the smell, or the walls, or the darkness. He hated how it looked like a poor rendition of what was supposed to be homely and comfortable. Tubbo wasn’t sure what home was anymore. He wasn’t sure he had any.’ the way nina paints such vivid pictures in her fics will always amaze me, sometimes i forget that he’s my friend and some people haven’t read his work. they are so good at slowly stripping things of comfort away from character. i really implore you to read this fic.

‘The answer was offered to him in such an informal, offhand manner that it made his body burn, “oh, you know,” he shrugged, “Schlatt looked nothing like you do now, but you’re still a spitting image of him.” A chill went down Tubbo’s spine and his fingers twitched with rising anxiety. He held his breath. “It’s not physical, anymore,” the man continued, slowly starting to grin, “it’s skin deep.”‘ this paragraph- oh my god this paragraph, see this is a perfect example of what i mean when i scream about nina’s characterization skills, nina is so good with characters and understanding how they act and how they talk that sometimes i forget that this never actually happened in the lore. and the way you can feel tubbo’s anxiety in this segment is beautiful, it literally makes my hands shake when i read this chapter.

‘There were days when he woke up blind and deaf, the burning feeling of an unknown hand in his shoulder and fireworks rotting through his skin like old acid. He never quite managed to find out who the hand belonged to, but the grip was firm and painful and cruel. A few names fit the description, and he didn’t have time to look through the list.’ i just like this paragraph because it showcases the way tubbo’s trauma is just pushed to side by himself as something he doesn’t have time for. once again i’m not very good at articulating but i just think this is a very beautiful paragraph.

‘“You don’t know me,” the love of his life had uttered, not a hint of doubt in his tone even though his words were the farthest from true, “You don’t know the things I’ve done. You can’t love me.”’ nina’s very good at beautiful descriptions but they’re also very talented with dialogue, she always seems to know exactly what that character would say, which once again, their characterization is incredible.

‘So the minutes man watched carefully as the president’s hands worked, putting up walls that his citizens relearned to call home, dirt under his short fingernails and messy to-do lists written down his arms. The scars looked like stars painted over careful canvas, an explosion of color underneath bruised skin and loving smiles.’ i truly love how they write the build ups of relationships and dynamics between people, this is just an amazingly descriptive paragraph and i think it paints a beautiful picture.

‘Time passed by and he became both executed and executioner, breaking glass he had to pick up himself.’ i’ve said this so many times but nina writes the most beautiful metaphors, it blows my mind that they choose to share their work with me it really does.

‘“I wish you had met him,” the ram repeated, “the one without scars. The one that didn’t pick up on other people’s bad habits, who didn’t love evil men, who didn’t hurt his best friend, who didn’t— the one who didn’t let your favorite flower vase shatter,” he let out a painful laugh. It sounded more like a sob. “Schlatt said he was proud of me and I felt proud of myself. I was a traitor, too, Ranboo. I betrayed Pogtopia because I loved the enemy like family. The enemy was family, and the enemy loved me back, and I didn’t care if that love hurt, because Wilbur’s love hurt too. I wish you had met me before that— naive, kind, unscarred Tubbo, who didn’t have nightmares every night and whose child wouldn’t draw him with a bunch of pink marks everywhere. I wish you had met the Tubbo that didn’t look like Schlatt. I reckon you would’ve loved him.”’ i cry everytime i read this segment i can’t even describe why i love it so much, but it’s heartbreaking segment that showcases this wonderful person’s talents like i can’t believe this person who wrote this willingly associates with me. the clinging onto an unreachable past self destroyed by mistakes and tragedies beyond his control is so powerful.

‘It wouldn’t be this easy every day, he knew, and there were questions to be answered and hugs to be given and sobs to be let out. There were things Ranboo couldn’t fix.’ this is a segment from the epilogue and nina wrote the perfect ending to the series because things can’t just instantly be fixed and that’s why i particularly like the line ‘there were things ranboo couldn’t fix.’ i think it fits in perfectly.

[cacophony-eg]

What if Haggar had no control over Kuron (Kuro)?

This one question started many other questions like What if Shiro didn’t Die? What if Lotor passed the White Lion Test? What if Lotor’s Colony of Altean’s didn’t exist? How all these things could happen in (mostly) the same universe?

First Lets Start with “what if Haggar had no control over Kuron?”

Kuron’s escape was an accident, also Kuron wouldn’t have any memories past his time as a gladiator.

(Cause sorry the fact that his memories were up to date made no sense to me. Because going by the show’s canon Shiro was gone, he died there was nothing left of him. Then given this as fact, how would they have gotten all of Shiro’s memories?

Haggar had shown no ability to see through or control the original Shiro, so there would be no way to have Kuron’s memories or the other clones memories up to date after original Shiro’s escape.)

Kuron would have no idea he was part of Voltron, have no memory of piloting the black lion.

During his escape, he still runs into Varkala and Remdax, whom Kuron has to convince that he is not a spy, that he’s just escaped from one of their labs. Once Kuron helps the two not so coordinative rebels against a Galra attack there wholeheartedly trust Kuron, though they keep saying they’re going to keep an eye on him.

Eventually, Varkala and Remdax catch an old broadcast from the Olkari looking for a male human. The two are like ‘hey we got one of those’ and they have to convince Shiro that it’s okay to contact the Okari about him and tell Shiro about Voltron. Explain how Voltron is fighting the oppression of the Galra, and how Voltron’s a force for good. They explain that most of the Voltron lions are piloted by humans. (and make a side note that it used to be piloted by all humans but something happened to one of them, though neither could remember what happened.)

Vakala gets in contact with the Olkari saying they have a human male on at their station, but their connection is so static and weak that the only thing the Olkari can confirm is that their’s a human male with them, and relay that information to the Voltron crew.

Pidge is the one to go investigate thinking it might be Matt, and to her shock she finds Shiro. Kuron introducing himself to the green paladin as if they have never met before. This confuses Pidge a great deal.

“Shiro don’t you recognize me?” Pidge asks taking off her helmet and Shiro nearly has a panic attack thinking she was Matt for a moment before he realizes the height and her voice is completely wrong.

“Katie?” Shiro says shocked, and they both tightly hug each other, both almost crying as Kuron starts apologizing for not being able to protect her brother and Father. As she assures him it’s alright that she knows.

Vakala asks Remdax if he thinks that little person was Shiro’s family or if all humans greet each other this way? Remdax can only shrug as they watch the emotional reunion.

Kuron than starts asking her a bunch of questions about how she became a paladin and how in the world do metal Lions fly. Pidge’s blood goes cold realizing Shiro has no memories of being a paladin or finding the blue lion on earth and is only calling her Katie never Pidge.

And when she tries telling Shiro that he used to be Voltron’s leader and the pilot of the black lion he doesn’t believe her.

Pidge gets in contact with Keith telling him she found Shiro but that he’s missing some of his memories and that she’s headed back with Shiro to the ship. Keith is so relieved and concerned about hearing the news about Shiro. Keith relays this information to the other paladins, Allura suggesting that the healing pods could help resort his memories as they did help restore some of his memories last time.

When Pidge and Kuron get back to the castle of lions, Shiro and Keith have a touching reunion. Kuron telling Keith that he always knew Keith was destined for greatness, then have a somewhat awkward reunion with Hunk, Lance, Allura and Coran. (one involving the confusion over who has what loin based on their colours) Shiro recognizes Hunk and Lance as Garrison cadets but not much else.

When Pidge tries to guild Kuron to the healing pods, he freakouts thinking they’re the same pods that the Galra had him trapped in. This surprised the group, Keith and Pidge manage to calm Kuron down assuring him he doesn’t have to go in it, they try asking him about what he remembered from being in the Galra pod and he does his best to tell them all he remembers though it’s not a lot.

Hunk and Allura use more traditional medical supplies to fix some of Shiro’s injuries. Lance offering to give Shiro a haircut, and Kuron agrees. Of course, Lance talks as he’s cutting Kuron’s hair, saying he gets why going into an alien pod is pretty freaking, but Lance explains why he’s pretty grateful for them as he probably wouldn’t have survived an explosion without them. This catches Kuron’s attention, as he starts viewing Lance more like a real soldier than a cadet and they talk about Lance’s experience in the pod and Kuron feels a little more comfortable about the pobs but admits he’s still not ready to go in one. Lance is very understanding and tells Kuron it’s okay for him to take his time.

While Kuron rests, the team starts talking and making theories as to what could have happened and how he lost his memory. (you know to begin the mystory of if this is really their Shiro or not.)

Since Kuron isn’t being controlled by Haggar and has no memory of being a paladin or piloting the black lion he’s not particularly bothered that the Black lion doesn’t respond to him. (The Black lion even goes as far and putting up its shield when Kuron approaches.) So there’s no tension between Keith and Shiro over that, though that doesn’t stop Kuron from getting easily irritated by Coran or argue with Allura and the others. Lance usually the one to step in between Allura and Shiro to settle them down and find a middle ground, cause Keith keeps falling into the habit of fallowing Shiro that it feels like Keith forgets he’s now the leader. Lance feels like Allura and Shiro can’t find compromises and is now the one doing his best to build a bridge between the two of them as now theirs a constant rift between the black paladin and the Princess.

Part 2: What if Shiro didn’t Die?

Keith is continually surprised by how Shiro’s reacting and even when Keith tries talking to Shiro about it the black paladin is unusually aggressive. Pidge ever the suspicious one asks to do a check-up on his cybernetic arm and Kuron wholeheartedly agrees, still calling Pidge, Katie more often than not. Pidge discovering that even though Kuron’s arm appears the same as Shiro’s old one it’s actually a new one made to look like Shiro’s old one.

Pidge takes Keith to the side and shows him this evidence, Keith says the galra could have just outfitted him with a new one to put him back in the gladiator rings or something like that. Pidge counters that logic; if the galra were going to do that they would have upgraded his arm not replaced it with a near replica. She also points out Shiro’s different behaviour and how the Black Lion treated this Shiro as if he was a complete stranger or as if an enemy was trying to pilot him. As if this Shiro wasn’t their Shiro.

Keith at first doesn’t want to believe Pidge, he desperately wants to believe that this is their Shiro, but as the team spends more time around this Shiro the more different he feels to Keith. Eventually, he comes back to Pidge and admits that this might not be their Shiro and if that’s the case they needed to find the real Shiro. Pidge glad he’s finally on the same page as her and shows all that she has found so far.

That point forward Keith and Pidge team up to find the real Shiro, under the guise that Keith is helping her to find Matt. Since her persistence is what leads them to find ‘Shiro’, Keith says it’s the least he can do. This in turn causes Lance to spend more time around Kuron since the other two people Kuron feels most comfortable with are constantly busy.

This eventually leads to Kuron falling for Lance and kissing the blue paladin. Lance goes through all the stages of Bisexual denial, before finally admitting to himself after a long talk with Hunk that yeah Lance likes Shiro and that he wanted to try and build a relationship with Shiro.

(Adds montage of fluffy Shlance or Kuance moments along with snippets of fluffy Kidge moments between hunting for the real Shiro.)

It takes some time but team wildfire eventually finds hints about a human male working with a vigilant team along the far outskirts of the known universe. To Keith’s and Pidge’s relief and surprise, they find both Shiro and Matt.

Apparently, the black lion teleported him to Matt when the male holt sibling was in desperate trouble. (flashback episode that also explains why Shiro’s hair is now completely white now maybe for the simple reason that the two-tone hair was driving Matt nuts. Matt thinking all silver hair looked better on Shiro then trying to turn it all black. Along with some other cute Shatt moments)

When Pidge and Keith come back with the real Shiro and Matt, Kuron of course has an identity crisis stating ‘he’s the real Shiro he had to be’. But to prove to the others who the real Shiro was Keith and Pidge have their Shiro go into the Black Lion, and the real Shiro is able to pilot the black lion with no resistance from said lion.

Kuron feels confused and betrayed the two people he remembered the most ( Memories of Katie and Keith were nothing but fakes.) But like always Lance is there assuring him what they have wasn’t fake that their relationship only started with him, not the other Shiro. Kuron finding comfort in knowing what he and Lance have is real and tightly holds onto Lance.

Lance chooses to step down as the pilot of the red lion, saying Kuron really needed him right now and knows Keith can handle red no problem. Lance comes up with Kuron’s new name to be Kuro.

Then the episode where the team almost gets destroyed by Haggar, Kuron’s the one that almost sacrifices himself before Lotor steps in to save everyone. There’s also hints of Lotor and Lance bonding since Lance is the only paladin not going on missions he’s the one that often tends to the locked up Lotor and gives him something to do besides being board all the time. Which also causes some jealousy from Kuro and Lance needing to reassure his boyfriend that he’s being nice to Lotor because he was the one to save Kuro’s life and that his greatest interest towards Lotor is figuring out what he uses for his hair to be so silky and shiny.

They defeat Zarkon in a very similar way to the show, (expect that Keith is also there this time around) though Pidge never fully trust Lotor since he kept information about her Dad a secret. Later on Keith is given a speical mission from the Blades that involves his mom but this time Pidge is there as well. Krolia silently impressed with how good of a hacker her son’s compion is, and approves of how close the two seem to be.

Part 3 What if Lotor passed the White Lion Test?

Lotor finds his own way of passing the final Oriande test against the White Lion. Doing it differently than Allura had but still passes. This leads to Lotor and Allura developing the White lion, by far the largest of all the lions.

The White Lion is so big that it splits into two smaller lions for movability and can fuse back together for massive attacks. Needing pilots that can completely trust eachother and work together, Lance and Kuro are chosen by the white lion, both of them being gifted with a bayard and Kuro becomes the white paladin.

High jinx ensues as Lance and Kuro figure out how to pilot the white lion as both one unite and two separate units. Lance taking on the teacher role as he tries to help Kuro understand how to pilot a lion. (as again Kuro has no memory or knowledge of how to pilot any of the lions.) And after going between Blue to Red lion and now to White, Lance feels like he’s getting pretty used to handling all different types of lions. (giving Lance a nice character arch about adaptability.)

Lotor learns to be the new pilot of the castle of lions though still feels guilty over killing Narti and it takes time to reconcile with his old team. With Coran and Krolia there to help, now that she’s found her son she is sticking around.

(Tough without the two years on the time whale, Keith and his mom’s reconciliation is slow going.) Eventually Keith, Pidge and his mom all go on a mission together and they discover a puppy space wolf. Keith feeling sorry for the pup that just lost his parents and Pidge encourages him to keep him. Though he says he has to give him a name and Keith is very confused why he can’t just call the pup wolf.

The team all do their part to try and have Keith and his mom have some bonding time. through they both seem to really enjoy the digital training sessions that Pidge makes for them. The first time Keith ever calls Krolia mom is when she strongly suggest that Keith should date Pidge while standing right infront of Pidge and the rest of the team. Getting a very embarrassed ‘MOM!’ out of Keith. Lance coeing off to the side going ‘awe their officially family now’.

And Lastly: What if Lotor’s Colony of Altean’s never happened?

The Altean Colony thing doesn’t happen, Lotor never created it. Lotor has a whole new level of self-respect as he now not only proved his abilities as a warrior when he became emperor he also proved himself as an alchemist by helping to create the White lion. So now their main enemy is Sendak and the Galra who follow him and refuse to become peaceful and still want to follow Zarkon’s original plans of galactic domination.

Even Sendak eventually brushes Haggar (or Honerva) aside which leads to his downfall and Haggar’s heightened desperation. So just as the enemy Galra seems defeated (after sacrificing the castle ship in the last battle against Sendak) They all try heading to Earth, as without the castle all their lions are low on power and having trouble connecting to anyone, and Earth according to their maps is the next friendless planet.

They get to earth but have to deal with being treated like an enemies before they manage to get people to listen to them. Thanks to Sam Holt vouching for the Voltron team. All the Paladins get their family reunion. Lance introduces Kuro as his family saying he’s Shiro’s twin brother, Kuro surprised and grateful for the warm welcome.

Shiro and Adam get to have their reunion though it’s bitter sweet. Adam pretty much stated that they would never work, that there was a bigger gap between them, then before and that too much they didn’t understand about each other. That Adam can’t be the one by Shiro’s side, but points out that there’s clearly someone who understands what Shiro’s been through and gets Shiro in ways he never could. Adam glances over at Matt who keeps looking at the reunited ex-boyfriends and shyly blushes and looks away when Shiro and Adam look at him.

Honerva does find a way to split between relatives, entering the reality the team had been in during the Hole in the Sky. And not only does she recruit the Alteans in that reality, but she also becomes their empress. Bringing an army of Alteans that have had 10,000 years to advance their technology and when they take prisoners they turn those prisoners into mindless allies increasing their numbers with each victory.

This pushes the teams skills and abilities to the max, because they can’t just destroy their enemy when many of them are allies turned against them against their will. It makes the whole team have to ask hard questions and this also gives the Galra a way to make up for past sins as they fight these intruding Alteans from another reality and since these Alteans have never fought Galra before as they were wiped out thousands of years ago. They are completely thrown off by Galra’s way of victory or death. Altean’s not used to alien creatures risking their life for victory. 

Lotor and Allura have to come to grips with their views on altean culture and how all of it is not perfect. Lotor becomes a great leader for the Galra and Allura eventually becomes a leader to those Alteans that wish for a different way of life who don’t wish to conquer others and want true peace with compromises not forced servitude.

This then causes the Altean rebels and Lotor’s Galra to team up, uniting the two races in a way that hasn’t happened in 10,000 years. (Giving greater purpose to Allura and Lotor having feelings for each other and becoming co-leaders to their united people.)

And that’s how all these things could happen in one universe.

(Sorry there was quite a few other plot points I didn’t touch on such as Lotor’s generals, Rombelle and many others but this is long enough as it is.)

[whimperwoods]

Arms of the Enemy Repost

For some reason this post was wigging out when I tried to look at it on mobile while I was working on part 4? Sorry if you were excited for part 4, which is still in progress, but I wanted a working copy of this I could see on my phone/tablet.

Here are part 1 and part 2

Castor is a warlock, in service to the Great Old One and the Dark Emperor, in that order. Ed is a fighter, a knight and battle master in the service of the True King of Lumenea. They have always been enemies. In the space between the Old One and the Emperor, they might be able to become something else.

(Also Ed has gained the (minimal) benefits of a short rest, and Castor is beginning to realize he has, yet again, followed an impulse with more strings attached than he was fully prepared for.)

tw: blood, tw: mind control, tw: telepathy/mental voices, tw: panic, tw: flashbacks (ish), tw: torture mention

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When Ed came to, his head and part of his torso were resting on something soft. The air around him was cold, but the thing under him was warm, and he curled instinctively toward it, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain of moving. He groaned, turning his face into the warmth of whatever he was lying on.

“It’s alright,” an unfamiliar voice said softly, “You’re safe, now.”

Something cool and damp swept gently down the back of his neck and then continued over his shoulder blade. The hand holding the cloth was careful and It felt good where he was only bruised. Where it crossed raised welts and open cuts, it burned and stung, drawing a soft, unconscious whine from his throat. He tried to twist out of the way and only made things worse as the motion sent waves of fire shooting through the rest of his back and shoulders.

The damp cloth moved away in response to his grunt of pain.

He opened his eyes, and found himself with his head in someone’s lap, blinking in confusion.

There was a soft splashing sound behind him, close but not immediately beside him, perhaps an arm’s reach away. He tried to force his head up, finding the angle unexpectedly disorienting and twisting his head at an unnatural angle, only mostly toward the head of the person touching him. The person’s face was unreadable at this angle, only partially illuminated by a faint light off to the side.

The person’s other hand hovered beside Ed’s head for a moment, and then moved tentatively to sweep his hair back from his forehead. “You’re alright,” the voice said quietly, “I was afraid you might already be infected, but I don’t think you have a fever.”

Ed forced himself upward, getting a hand on the ground beside the stranger’s thigh and pushing himself into a half-sitting position with the full strength of his body, core muscles clenching sorely and arm shaking under him with the effort.

As soon as he was upright enough to get a look at the stranger’s face from an angle that was better lit, recognition and memory both clicked into place at once and he found himself crying out, in a harsh, frightened shout he’d never have allowed himself if he were fully awake.

Castor the Black held his hands up, palms forward, and Ed flinched, falling backward as he flung his arms over his face to protect himself from the incoming spell.

He landed hard, jarring his shoulders and ribs and feeling old cuts split back open. He held back the cry this time, clenching his jaw and breathing hard through his nose, his core still clenched tight. He couldn’t let Castor the Black see him this way. He couldn’t.

He’d tipped instinctively forward after he landed, leaning toward the mage as he caught himself, but he couldn’t stand that, either. He forced himself to move back, putting distance between him and his enemy in halting, jerky inches.

Wriggling backward made his body shake harder, quivering with effort, but he kept going, his eyes hardening into a glare even as he knew it wouldn’t be enough to disguise his weakness.

*****

Castor sighed and scrubbed his hand over his face. Sir Edmond was trying to get away from him again, and the spell he’d cast on the dungeon guards was already running out. He didn’t need this.

Lowering his hand, he watched tiredly as Sir Edmond continued to wriggle, moving in frantic little jerks away from him. If Castor had slept, if he’d even taken proper time to sit instead of putting in the effort to start on the man’s wounds while he wasn’t awake to feel them, he might have been able to do something about it.

“Will you please calm down?” he asked, “I just need you to cooperate, so we don’t get caught out here before I can get us somewhere safer.”

The knight froze, his eyes locking onto Castor’s with a wide, wild expression.

Castor tasted honey on his tongue, felt the air thickening in his mouth, and almost lost the spell, surprised to be casting it at all. He’d given this spell up, forgotten it as he learned better ways to control what happened around him than mere suggestion. But here it was, happening.

Sir Edmond’s mouth curled into an angry sneer, his eyes lighting up with a familiar battle fire for the first time since Castor scooped him up off of the dungeon floor.

He was fighting the magic. Castor’s heart raced and he felt the spell get heavier in his mouth, thicker on his tongue. “Calm down!” he ordered, pushing harder at the magic.

He could feel it starting to connect, could see the knight’s eyes widen and narrow, widen and narrow, and then - the connection snapped. He and Sir Edmond stared at each other, both breathing heavily. The magic was gone.

Shit.

He held up his hands in front of himself, palms out, but the fire in Sir Edmond’s eyes was still there, dangerous and raging. “Wait!” Castor gasped, “Wait, that one was an accident! I’m not even supposed to be able to do that spell!”

*****

Ed had pushed up onto his arms in the adrenaline rush of having to fight for his own mind, and now he was straining, his arms on the edge of giving out, and he’d overexerted himself again. He focused on breathing, taking in great gasps of air that stretched his battered ribs painfully, but kept him upright.

“I swear! I never meant to cast it!”

Ed kept himself up, kept glaring, kept holding himself stiff and upright, and was too dizzy to make sense of what the mage was trying to say.

Castor the Black took a deep breath, as if to talk, then cut himself off, sighing instead. Ed couldn’t find the words he needed, either. Not when staying up on his arms, half sitting, not letting himself collapse, took so much effort. He growled at the mage, half ashamed, and continued to glare.

Then there was a voice directly in his head, Castor the Black’s voice, but the man’s mouth wasn’t moving, which he was certain couldn’t be good.

“Look, I - shit, I wasn’t gonna do this. I’m - I’m telepathic. I’m in your head. And if you push back hard enough, you can be in mine. I genuinely don’t want to hurt you. Not any worse than you’re already hurt. Push back at me and look. I won’t resist it.”

Something about the voice, about the way it was words and not words, made sense even as Ed’s mind spun. No. No. He couldn’t have the enemy in his head. Not like this. Not literally.

“Fuck you,” he thought, hoping it would make it through, somehow, “Just kill me. I don’t want to play your twisted little games.”

Castor the Black flinched. “That’s not what I said,” he answered, his body spreading its arms wide even as its mouth continued not to move, set in a stubborn line. “It’s not what I meant. Push back at me. Come on. Look. I won’t stop you.”

Ed could feel the edge of a compulsion in it, just the barest hint, not a full spell, but a hovering threat of magic. Well. The enemy mage wasn’t to know, but he could fight fire with fire. Or he could if he weren’t so tired, so ragged and desperate after all these weeks of torture, of being beaten and starved and kept awake.

He pushed back anyway, gathering all of what he had left and forcing it into the shape of the spell his sister had taught him. “Get out.” he thought, shoving against the mage’s presence in his mind with as much force as he had.

The mage grunted, a soft little noise, half surprise and half pain, and for a brief moment, Ed was filled with the bright flash of pride.

Oh. Oh. That was what the mage had meant.

He was still breathing hard, struggling to stay up on his arms, struggling not to collapse, but he felt his face twist into a grin. Yes. He could definitely fight fire with fire. Leave it to a mage to underestimate an opponent just because they didn’t have magic.

He steeled himself again, focusing on how it had felt to force the mage’s mind back, and shoved as hard as he could, jabbing his rage toward the not-voice like a knife.

*****

Castor tried to throw his mental shields back up when Sir Edmond’s face twisted into a cruel, bloody smile, one he’d never seen from this close before.

He was too slow.

Psychic communication was never quite words, but it was usually at least close. Now - now he found himself almost knocked over with the force of open, unfettered hostility the knight flung at his mind, incoherent and angry.

He gasped and braced his hands against the ground behind him to steady himself.

“Ow! Fuck!” Pain stabbed through his head, branching like lightning from the front of his head to the back.

“Stay out of my head.” Sir Edmond practically snarled, and Castor’s heart pounded in his chest.

“Yeah,” he answered, his voice sounding more tired than he meant to let it. “Shit. I will. I’m just trying to help.”

Sir Edmond’s face was growing pale, but he was still glaring fiercely, holding himself up on arms that quivered visibly. “Why?” he demanded.

Castor ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “I don’t know. Sometimes I just do things.”

Sir Edmond barked out a laugh, which turned into a cough hard enough to make his arms give out, but in spite of his instinct to reach out and try to catch him, Castor held still. It was becoming clearer and clearer that even as weak as he was, the knight wasn’t nearly as shattered as he’d seemed, or at least, something in him wasn’t.

*****

Ed could feel the energy draining from him with every cough, could feel himself weakening as he fought for breath, fought not to cry, fought to stay conscious against the pain and dizziness that almost blanked out everything else.

The mage looked rattled. He’d rattled him. He just had to keep the facade up long enough to be left here. He shouldn’t have tried to laugh. He shouldn’t have tried to play himself off so strongly, to ridicule the man when he was already so close to the edge.

But as he caught his breath, his body throbbing with pain left over from the convulsions even after they stopped, he regained what he could of his composure, focused intently on a single thought. Castor the Black was rattled, and that meant if he could feign strength for long enough, he might be able to make himself a way out.

He set his shoulder against the ground and kept his eyes locked fiercely onto the mage’s.“Why?” he asked again, gathering enough breath to spit the question out without letting it quaver.

The mage shifted uncomfortably, biting his lip. “I - what do you remember from the dungeon?”

The moment he thought of the cell he’d been left in, blood-spattered stone danced in front of his eyes, and he felt his throat threaten to close up, making it harder to breathe again. Panic filled him, electric and humming, like the moment before lightning struck on the battlefield. His throat hurt, and his chest felt constricted, but he couldn’t pass out again. He couldn’t. Not when he was so close.

He broke eye contact with the mage before the fear could become too obvious to the other man, twisting his head down and away as best he could and letting his glare relax so he could focus only on continuing to breathe, on feeling the air move around him, the grass under his hands where there used to be stone.

Was that - a threat? Or was it - guilt? Was he meant to be feeling guilt? He knew he had told his tormentors things. Things he shouldn’t have. He’d told them - oh gods - He took a deep, pained breath inward, forcing air into his lungs. That thought was dangerous. Murderous. Breath-stealing. He shoved it away. He had to keep breathing. Keep breathing. Breathe. Grass. Wind. Night. Breathing.

Ed was panting audibly now, his breaths ragged and his body half curling in on itself, the adrenaline that just moments ago had given him the strength to resist turning on him instead, threatening to make his racing heart rip itself from his body as his limbs sagged, weak and useless, on the ground.

The mage moved toward him, slowly and tentatively. He didn’t move away. He couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything but breathe.

“Shit,” the mage whispered, maybe to himself. Ed gasped for breath, too fast, but holding on this time, forcing the air deep enough into his lungs that he didn’t pass out.

A gentle hand stroked through his hair, and Ed made a horrid, choked noise he couldn’t explain.

*****

Castor was almost surprised not to be bitten or headbutted as he ran his fingers through Sir Edmond’s hair, trying to remember what, exactly, it was that his mom had done when he was young and afraid of the dark.

The knight’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, the death glare that had looked, briefly, like the Sir Edmond he remembered gone again. The knight’s body shuddered with the effort of breathing, and all of a sudden, the man on the ground was the same helpless, broken figure Castor seen in his crystal.

“Look, I’m - I’m sorry about all of this,” he said quietly, “I know it’s - we both know what this is. The war, I mean. But I couldn’t - they’re going to beat you to death if I let you end up back in that dungeon. You’ve killed too many of the emperor’s men. Mine too, I guess, but it’s always been-”

He cut himself off. That was too much. He couldn’t tip his hand too far. Not when the real Sir Edmond was so clearly still in there, somewhere. And yet -

“It’s one thing to get you to talk. It’s another to drag your death out as long as they can. I’m - I’m going to hide you.”

That was it, wasn’t it? That was the decision he’d made back in his quarters, watching guards kick a naked, helpless thing already covered in blood, their target unable to protect itself, too weak to lift its head. He’d watched Sir Edmond fight for consciousness, fight to live through the pain. Then again, he’d seen something else, now, had seen that fight turn familiar and deadly, but he couldn’t - could he really -

No. He’d made his choice. He ran his fingers through the man’s dark, sweat-soaked hair again, studying Sir Edmond’s face as the man’s eyes fluttered open again, half-absent and staring as he continued to fight, desperate and weak and alive, hanging on by his fingernails.

Sir Edmond didn’t seem all here, caught up in a fight against his own ravaged body, but he wasn’t fighting Castor right now, so - so he wasn’t fighting Castor right now.

Castor sighed, relaxing and easing himself down to sit beside the man instead of kneeling awkwardly over him.

He ran his fingers through Sir Edmond’s hair, becoming gradually aware that not all of the dampness on his fingers was sweat. He’d have to wash the knight’s hair if he wanted to get all the blood out, but that was a problem for a whole other world, a world with time and trust and a safer place to hide.

He breathed slowly, evenly, keeping himself calm and stroking Sir Edmond’s hair, trying to keep the confusing mess of his own emotions under control. He regretted and did not regret and waited for Sir Edmond to stabilize enough to move, watching blood ooze slowly from one of the clean cuts, reopened in the violence of coughing and moving and panic.

This might be a very long night.

[another-voltron-fan]

Theories about s7 because sdkjfhd

okay so, this litter hint/spoiler was posted earlier, and I tried to decode it? So here we go skskskd. 

This is actually going to be a kinda long one so buckle up. 

- if there are several blacks, does that mean more clones? - green being surrounded by black probably means that maybe pidge is captured by them, or doing something with them? - blue being slightly farther from pink might mean that lance is getting over allura? - they put blue and red on opposite sides ahaha maybe lance and keith are becoming rivals again or not getting the opportunity to work together? - pink and orange though, maybe allura and matt will work together? - I think the black in the other side is the real shiro, maybe Matt flies green while Pidge is gone??

HOWEVER, I found some more clues on tumblr and on the link itself here-

THIS HERE-

This confirms that Pidge might be captured in season seven, possibly by the Shiro clones. We already know how she reacted in Season six because she didn’t want to believe that Shiro could be so bad. However, now that she knows that those are clones, will she attack them? Or will she be fooled and hesitate?

THIS RIGHT HERE- 

L A N C E IS FARTHER AWAY FROM THE GROUP FOR A REASON

This might be a bit of a stretch here, but what if, what if, what IF LANCE was worried/anxious about Pidge not being there/being all alone or something?

He’s concerned? So he sets off to rescue her? But the team needs him for something else, so he’s stuck. That might explain why he’s in the middle of the bunch. 

Let’s talk about Matt

According to this, maybe orange means Matt. If we stick with this, Matt is in the middle of the five paladins??

If Pidge got captured because she’s such a valuable part of the team, could Matt pilot the Green Lion?

He’s in between black and pink. We’re unsure here if Black means Shiro and Red means Keith, or if Black means Keith and red means something else. 

However, if we went with Black means Shiro and Red means Keith, then Matt’s in between Pink - obviously Allura and black, which is Shiro. (just something for all you alluratt and shatt shippers)

Due to this, Matt might get more screen time?? I’m a bit  positive this means he takes Pidge’s place in the black lion, but I don’t know for sure. Maybe he’s there for tech backup. 

OH MY GOD

There’s NO YELLOW

WHERE IS HUNK IN THIS? IS HUNK OKAY? IS HE WITH HIS FAMILY, OR IS HE SOMEWHERE HELPING OR SUFFERING WITHOUT THE TEAM? WHERE IS HUNK?

[chilibeeper]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Matt Holt/Shiro, Past Adam/Shiro Characters: Shiro (Voltron), Adam (Voltron), Matt Holt Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Outside of Curtis not being there, Sorry baby as much as I love you you did not fit into this story, Ghosts, Ghosts of Christmas, on Valentine's Day, I know this is strange, Angst with a Happy Ending, Ex-boyfriends getting closure, Gay Disaster Shiro (Voltron), Matt wasn't much better, But at least he was dropping some serious hints, Adam is incredibly sassy and bitter, But he's trying to help, This is the Weirdest Idea for a Valentines story, Adam is a ghost to be clear Summary:

Valentine's day is coming up, and Shiro has been crushing on Matt from afar for far too long. But, he just can’t work up the courage to do anything about it, and decides instead to shun every aspect of Valentines day. So, of course, the night before the big day, Shiro retires to his room, ready to wait it out like the Valentine’s scrooge he is. Which is when he sees Adam, the ghost of Valentine’s past, ready to Christmas Carol his dumb ass in the right direction.

(NO DESCRIBED CHARACTER DEATH! Adam is just. A ghost.)

Happy Valentine’s day guys!! Have a really bittersweet Shatt fic!!

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Biting Off More Than You Can Chew; part 3

Summary: Rus has his answers, there’s just one more person he needs to talk to and he’s a hell of an asshole. This surprises no one.

Tags: heatfic, dubious consent, NSFW, frenemies to lovers, mates, first time, more if I think of them

PLEASE READ THE TAGS: This is a Heat story, so there are going to be issues of consent. I don’t do partner rape, nope, but hey, I want to be straight with y’all. I like heatfics personally, but I understand how they can be troubling for some people. So there it is.

There is still no explicit sex in this chapter. There will be eventually. There is a little violence.

Also on AO3

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Underfell was fucking dangerous but Rus knew his way to Red’s sentry station in Snowdin. It was a mirror-version of his own world, a left turn instead of a right, and while miscalculating a shortcut could have consequences, he wasn’t worried about that right now. At least ending up halfway in a tree would solve a few problems.

That said, he didn’t want to step out into the middle of some kind of territorial dispute or road rage, or whatever the fuck it was that made the denizens of Underfell so damn dust-thirsty. His shortcut left him in a nearby copse of trees, looking out from around one of them warily.

There was nothing in sight but more snow and trees, and the sentry station itself. In other words safe-ish, a relative term in Underfell.

The sentry station was even more haphazard than the one in Underswap, made from moldering boards, snow dripping from every eve. And Red was slouched in a rickety chair, eyes closed, with his feet propped up and a slender cigar smoldering between his fingers.

Snow crunched beneath his sneakers as Rus walked over, his feet sinking into the drifts until he got to the road. It was almost insulting that Red didn’t even open his eye, only took a slow puff from the cigar. “you look like a fucking target in that sweatshirt, honey bun. shoulda taken a cue from paps and doctored it up with a little sharpie ‘cause you may as well write yourself up an advertisement for free xp.”

Rus ignored that, the implied insult. He wasn’t a fighter and he knew it, had never wanted to be a guard or a warrior, had never needed to be. He was who he was, and that wasn’t something this asshole could simply abuse.

“you son of a bitch,” Rus ground out. His magic was running hot, untouched by the chilly air, his vision shading into searing orange.

“what?” Red finally looked at him, his sockets slitting open to reveal lazy crimson eye lights. He couldn’t quite manage innocence, Rus had never expected that of him, but he’d let himself be fooled by appearances once. He’d known who Red was, how the denizens of Underfell were, and yeah, Red resembled his brother, but he wasn’t like Blue he was like…

(me)

…an asshole. He really should have known it was Edge who mirrored Blue, the same as Papyrus. The protector, the guardian with an impeachable code of honor. He was clear of the blinders now and what Rus was getting from Red was that he had fucked both him and his own brother over. Literally.

 “do not try that shit with me,” Rus snarled. It still hurt, to think someone with his brother’s face had used him like this. “you knew! there’s no fucking way you didn’t!”

“figured it out did ya.” Red stuck his cigar between his teeth and gestured imperiously for Rus to lean in. Reluctantly, he did and Red tugged down his collar. He winced as Red prodded the bite mark roughly. "got you good, didn’t he.”

Rus shook him away, standing up straight and demanded, “why me?”

It gained him a lazy shrug, Red taking a long draw off his cigar and his words came with a stream of smoke. “there’s no one else, really. can’t trust anyone in underfell, they’d use it against him before the come was even dry. can’t exactly help him myself, even if i wanted to. heats won't mark too close a relative. they smell like dirty fucking socks or spoiled meat, it’s kinda a turn off.”

He tapped ash into the snow, scattering gray, “sans and papyrus, they seem to be too close, they don't work. something about you and the blueberry, though. whatever jumble your universe has going for it, you're different enough to twig to it. noticed it during my last heat.” Red grinned slowly. “bet you remember it.”

He did, Rus realized. At movie night a few months back, Sans and Papyrus had both been complaining about a rank smell all night and had finally left early. Rus had figured that the damn dog had hidden something that was rotting merrily away somewhere in the house, but he and Blue had never found it, hadn’t even been able to smell it. They’d been puzzled by Sans and Papyrus’s complaint and by the next movie night, it had been gone.

“yeah, you remember,” Red said softly. “that’s when i figured out your ‘verses don’t get ‘em. and that was just the pre-show, you weren’t even catching the sweet side yet, the stink comes early so family has time to clear out. gotta tell ya, this is his first heat, they’re always the worst. he was gonna tough it out, but i’ve seen how that can end.” He shook his head, “i can’t risk it, not my bro. so it had to be you.”

Rus really wished he could shove away that niggling feeling of calculated understanding. What would he have done if it had been his brother, what wouldn’t he do…still. “you could have asked!”

“coulda,” Red agreed amicably, “but i didn’t have many ideas if you said no, and then you would have had advance warning. nah, my way worked fine,” His grin turned sly, his sockets half-closed as he tipped a look at Rus. “you should be thankin’ me. figured you were experienced enough to handle it. i coulda picked your brother.”

Any faint sympathy in his soul went cold and the sharp heat of his anger turned to icy fury, "you fucking—"

He didn’t even think, reaching out with blue magic and flinging Red out of his chair into the snow. For a moment, Red blinked up at the sky, wheezing, before he rolled over onto his hands and knees. Slowly, he climbed to his feet, dusting snow off his jacket. His grin bordered on feral, sharp and glistening. “you get that one for free.”

“don’t you even talk about my brother!” Rus shouted, past caring if anyone heard and came to investigate. He sent a wave of jagged bones at Red, watching furiously as he lazily sidestepped it, and impending danger didn’t register until he saw the flare of crimson in Red’s eye socket.

By then it was too late, snow was cold beneath him and he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t breathe, strangling on blue magic that wasn’t merely pinning him down, it was holding him completely, to the point he couldn’t even suck in air. Panicked, Rus struggled, uselessly, his vision blurring, darkening, until it let up enough for him to gasp, gagging on magic. He was still pinned down, but he could breathe again. Some cold, efficient part of Rus noted that it was a remarkably effective attack; couldn’t summon your own magic if you were focused on suffocating.

That infuriating little bastard strolled over to stand next to Rus, his hands in his pockets. Aside from the sharp glow in his left socket there wasn’t even a hint of strain. His grin was cold, calculating, and Rus swallowed down a touch of real fear.

“said you got one freebie, didn’t I, you don’t get to double dip. i could take you back there right now, you know,” Red said idly, nudging at him with the toe of his shoe. “tie you up pretty as a present. i’m betting my bro doesn’t have a whole lot of ‘no’ left in him.”

The pressure tightened again, until Rus strangled out a cry, then it let up entirely, allowed him to roll gasping to his side. “don’t think i need to though. you and i are a lot alike and—"

“we are nothing alike!” Rus spat, struggling to his feet. His clothes were soaked through from snow that had melted beneath him from the heat of their magic, sagging heavily on his bones and his ribs ached from being compressed.

Red only picked up his cigar, grimacing as it drooped soggily. He tossed it aside, muttered irritably, then snapped at Rus, “yeah, you can spout that party line all you want but we both know better. i know you, a little of me is you, you shit, and i know there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for your bro. and i can’t help but think there’s a few things you might be willing to do for mine.”

“you…you…” The cold was creeping in now, fucking hell, and Rus couldn’t tell if it was the chill or his own fury making him stammer.

“besides, you can quit pretending like you’re some kind of screaming fucking virgin anytime now,” Red grinned, but his eye lights were pitiless. He slouched back into his chair, propping his boots back up. “i hear things, even in your ‘verse. you’ve flapped your knees for half of underswap, what’s one more?”

It made him wince and Rus glared at Red furiously, “that was my choice, it doesn’t mean you can set me up as a whore for your brother! if you have a problem with me fucking around, you can stuff it up your sanctimonious cockhole, you psychotic piece of shit bastard.”

“’course it was your choice,” Red said agreeably, “and so is this.” He rolled back to his feet, stalking over and poked Rus in the sternum, his sharp fingertip digging through the thick material of his sweatshirt. “you’re right, that what you wanna hear? i set you up and you can go ahead and be pissed at me. you can hate me all you fucking want. i deserve it. the real question is, are you gonna let my bro die because of it?"

Rus looked away.

“you—” he stopped, grinding his teeth. There wasn’t an insult he could think of that would convey the purity of his anger right now. He doubted he needed one, Red knew exactly what he was thinking, all of it was visible in his smirk. He turned on heel and marched away and moments before he shortcutted away, he heard Red call out, his gravelly voice sweetly cheerful.

“have fun, honey!”

He stepped out of the shortcut into the machine room, the worse place to be with the way he felt. He wanted to break something, feel it shatter, he wanted to scream.

“i’m going to kill him,” Rus ground out, knew it for the lie it was before it ever left his mouth. He wasn’t, he couldn’t. Even if he had a chance to beat Red in a fight, he couldn’t hurt anyone who looked so much like his little brother. He laughed, then, sinking down to the floor, muffling it with his hands, and hating the hysterical edge to it, but he couldn’t stop.

“looks like i’m fucked,” he giggled, laughing until he felt tears sliding down his cheek bones. He wiped them away roughly and shook himself.

Enough self-pity bullshit. Red was right about one thing, at least; this wasn’t Edge’s fault, and if Red had bothered to ask, if he’d actually sat down and told Rus what was going on, he probably would’ve said yes, anyway. Oh, he’d have blustered and fussed about it, he knew himself well enough for that. But…yeah. It wasn’t in him to let anyone suffer, not even Edge. Undyne had said he was going to hurt himself or someone else, and Rus was guessing it would be soon.

“it’s your choice,” he muttered to himself, fingering the mark on his collarbone. It itched, dry marrow flaking beneath his fingertips. “your choice, so fucking make it.” He nodded a little and made his way over to the machine.

If they were going to do this, he had a few things to take care of first.

 tbc

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[splinteredworld]

Homes Don’t Have to Be Perfect Final Chapter

Lance’s heart vanished from his chest as Shiro went on.

“There was a wreck and he was hurt.” Lance’s blood turned to ice. Shiro took a shaky breathe. “We’re at the hospital. I think you should come as soon as you can.” Lance choked on a sob as he tried to stand. His legs felt weak as he fell to his knees. Biting his lip, he tried to speak.

“Is he-” Lance sobbed again.

“No, he-” Shiro took another breath in, “Just get here when you can. And Lance, be careful.” Lance nodded as he cried, cupping his hand over his mouth to stop the noise. Shiro paused for a moment before bidding him goodbye and hung up. Lance let the phone slid out of his hand as he pulled his knees up. Burying his head in between them, he felt his sobs break his ribs open. Why couldn’t things just go his way for once? It seemed that when everything was nice and perfect something bad would happen. Lance cursed Fate as he tried to stumble onto his feet. Even if things were never perfect, he had to get to Keith. Lance cleaned up his face and grabbed Pike. Pike whined and grumbled at being woken up, but soon fell back to sleep against Lance’s shoulder. Quickly grabbing the diaper bag, his wallet, and his keys, Lance rushed out to the car. With Pike secured safely in the back seat, Lance angled the rear view mirror down so he could see Pike. He needed the constant reminder that the baby was in the back seat so he would drive safe. He couldn’t lose the other person he loved. Pulling out, Lance headed towards the unknown fate that waited for him at the hospital.

When he arrived, he grabbed the bag and car seat and rushed inside. As he entered the waiting room, he was greeted with the sight of all of his friends. Everyone was seated except for Shiro, who paced the room. Matt’s eyes followed Shiro’s distressed footsteps with a sad look in his eyes. Pidge, tired from being woken up from their daily nap, was dozing on and off against Allura’s shoulders as Hunk gripped Shay’s hand tightly in his. Lance’s bare feet slapped the tile floor harshly as he rushed over to them.

“What happened? Where Keith? Is he okay?” Lance rushed the words out of his mouth, afraid that if he didn’t his voice wouldn’t hold. Matt stood slowly and walked Lance to the line of chairs. Pushing him down, Matt turned to grab Shiro’s arm. Shiro seemed surprise until he noticed Lance’s red eyes and quivering lip. He ran his hands over his face as he tried to take a deep breathe. Pike made a soft noise as Lance set the car seat down.

“Keith was in an accident.” Shiro started quietly. “He was on his way home from Lord knows where when a car ran him off the road. He flipped his bike and hit his head hard enough to knock his helmet off. I don’t know much about his condition. All they have told me is that he hasn’t regained consciousness yet.” Shiro sighed as he looked up, trying to stop the tears. Lance gasped for breath as he gripped his hair.

“He was leaving my house. We-We went back to my house to watch a movie after we ate and-and by the time he left it was dark. I shouldn’t of let him go. I-I should had made him stay. This is all my fault!” Lance pulled on his hair harder as he folded in on himself.  The room fell quiet at Lance’s break. Slowly, people began to move. Allura nudged Pidge up as she crossed the room. She pulled Lance into a bone crushing hug as she shushed him softly. Pidge pulled open their computer and started to type in it frantically. Hunk and Shay looked at each other as they whispered out a plan. Matt gripped Shiro’s hand and counted to bring Shiro’s breathing back to normal. When Lance had calmed down enough to be reasoned with, Hunk and Shay walked over. Picking up the car seat, Hunk patted Lance’s shoulder.

“We will take Pike back to my house. Call me if anything comes up.” Lance nodded as he handed Shay the diaper bag.

“Please be careful.” Lance’s voice broke as he tried to smile at his friend. Hunk patted his shoulder once more before reaching out for Shay’s hand. Lance watched them walk away until the doors closed behind them. Pidge pushed up their glasses as they turned to the group.

“It was no accident. I hacked the police files and got the eye witness accounts. There’s no mistaking the car that was described. It was Nyma.” Pidge looked at Matt with stone cold eyes. “We are going to the police department now. We may get in trouble for messing with her car, but she is not getting away with this.” Matt looked up at Shiro before nodded at Pidge. Matt gripped Shiro’s hand tighter before letting go. He reached up and pulled Shiro down into a kiss.

“I’m just one call away. I love you.” Shiro kept his eyes close as he nodded.

“I love you too.” Matt kissed him one last time before he walked away. Allura grabbed Pidge’s hand and kissed their knuckles.

“Be safe,” Allura sighed as Pidge kissed the top of her head. The Holts rushed out of the door. Shiro sat down next to Lance. “I’m going to go call Coran.” Allura stood up and walked to the nearby hallway.

“Now all we can do is wait.” He sighed as he leaned his head back against the wall. Lance as he looked down at his hands.

It seemed like hours before the doctor emerged from the back. By that time, Allura had left to go see what the situation was with the police and the Holts. Lance was fighting sleep when the door was pushed open.

“Family of Mr. Kogane?” The doctor called out. Shiro was up on his feet before Lance could even blink. The air turned heavy as Lance leaned forward to hear the doctor. “He sustained some minor wounds across his body, but our biggest concern is the damage done to his head. We do not know the exact amount of damage done until he wakes up, but we fear that some of it may not be reversible.” Shiro nodded as he squared his shoulders.

“Can we see him?” He asked with a surprisingly strong voice. The doctor shook his head.

“I’m afraid not right now. He has just come out of surgery. The left side of his face had many broken bones that need repair. Once he is out of the recovery room, a nurse will come to get you.” Shiro nodded as the doctor turned and left. As Shiro turned to sit back done, Lance felt as is his body was turned to lead. He couldn’t move or think properly. He couldn’t even remember if he was breathing or not. Shiro must of noticed his situation for he grabbed Lance’s forearm and pulled him up.

“Let’s go for a walk.” He whispered as he pulled Lance down a hall. They walked the maze called a hospital until they arrived at the cafeteria. Shiro ordered two coffees and forced one into Lance’s hands. “If Keith doesn’t wake up soon, I want you to go home and get some rest.” Shiro spoke firmly with a soft undertone.

“No.” Lance bit out over the coffee lid.

“Lance-”

“No!” He slammed the coffee down, splashing some up on his hands, lightly burning his skin. “It’s my fault he’s in this hell hole. The most I can do is be here when he wakes up.” Lance looked away from Shiro’s eyes. “What else am I to do? Go home and wallow in self pity?” He knew he should be so harsh, but he was hurting. “If I hadn’t come here in the first place Keith wouldn’t be hurt. Nyma would never got mad or jealous and would never had run him off the road. He would be fine if I never showed up.” Why should he be nice if the world wasn’t nice to him?

“Lance,” Shiro sighed. “Keith wouldn’t be fine if you never showed up. He would had continued to fall in and out of depression just like he had before. With you and Pike around, he has something to fight for again. You reminded him why life is worthwhile.” Shiro drank the rest of his coffee before meeting Lance’s eye. “Go home. Sleep, shower, do something. Frankly, you look like shit. You don’t have shoes or a shirt and the bags under your eyes are bigger than Keith’s ever been, and he is an insomniac.” Lance glanced down. Shiro reached across the table and started to whip the coffee off Lance’s hands. “We don’t know when he will wake up. It could be minutes or it could be days. Butt if you are not here, I swear I will call you the second anything changes. Keith would want you to take care of yourself and Pike first.” As Shiro spoke, Lance started to notice how tired he was and how much the coffee had hurt. “Keith needs you, but he needs you to be functioning and at your best. So, take care of yourself, if not for yourself than for Pike and for Keith.” Looking at his red spotted hands, Lance nodded slowly.

“Call me no matter what. I-I just need to know that he is going to be okay. I can’t lose him.” Shiro nodded as Lance stood up. “I’m going to go call Hunk to get Pike.” He said as he walked away. Shiro watched him as his heart felt heavy. These poor boys had been through too much.

When Lance go to Hunk’s place, Hunk forced him into a chair and started to treat the burns on his hands. Then, he made Lance lay down and watched over him until he fell asleep on the sofa. Pulling a blanket over him, Hunk silently prayed that his friends would be okay in the end.

Sadly, Keith did not wake up during the night and, as expected, Lance was back in the waiting room the first thing in the morning. Laptop in hand, Lance started to work on the magazine ads that were due soon to keep his mind off of things. Allura played with Pike quietly after making Shiro leave to go get some sleep. Before Shiro left, she informed them that the Holt siblings and Hunk would have to remain at the police station for a while for questioning. She also said that the police would be calling Lance soon to get his side of the story.

Lance pulled up the ads pictures for Legendary Life magazine. They were doing an issue for LGBTQ+ matters and wanted to feature Allura’s company in the magazine. They wanted to include a few of the previously used photos along with an interview with Allura with the two full page images. The images would be the opening for the article, which was to be titled “One Love, One Life, One Family”. Scanning through the lines of picture of Matt and Shiro, Lance decided on one where Shiro held Matt in his arms. The brilliant bouquet of flowers hung from Matt’s hand at his side as his other arm wrapped around Shiro’s neck. The two had their eyes close as the leaned towards each other to touch their noses together lightly. Lance smiled at the picture as he toned down the colors slightly and adjusted the lighting until it had a soft, holy glow to it. He then typed out the words “One Love” in a curly font and colored them white. Dragging the words up, he placed them on the picture above Shiro’s head. He then reopened the picture file and scrolled down until he reached the ones of Pike, Keith and him. He froze for a moment when he saw Keith’s face, unharmed, awake, and happy. Drawing in a quick breath, he clicked on the photo of Keith and himself lifting Pike up by his arms. Keith had that soft smile on his face as he glanced down at Pike, who was caught mid-giggle. Lance smiled a little as he saw the love that was present in both Keith’s and his eyes. Giving the picture the same heavenly glow, Lance moved the white “One Life” words above their hands. As he typed out the “One Family” words across the bottom of both pictures, Lance wondered if Keith and him could still have a life where they gave Pike a complete family. Finishing off the pages with a muted rainbow banner, Lance sent the pages off the Allura’s company email for approval.

Closing the laptop, Lance took Pike from Allura so she could get some rest. He set Pike on his lap and smoothed down his hair. It seemed with each passing day, Pike was growing up. Lance smiled sadly at the thought that soon Pike wouldn’t be a baby anymore. Lance moved his hands in front of them both and started to teach Pike a new sign. This sign brought tears to his eyes for it meant so much more than the name it stood for.

It would be three more day until Keith woke up. By that time, Lance had gone to the police station and told them how Nyma tended to be abusive in their relationship and how she threatened to take Pike away from him. With Keith still out, the trial would have to wait, but the police were in the process of arrest Nyma as Lance and Shiro sat in the hospital’s waiting room. The Holts and Hunk were let off with a warning since Nyma threatened Lance and since no one was harmed by their modifications.

Lance was running through signs with Pike when the doctor came out. He walked right over to Shiro and Lance with a soft smile.

“Keith is awake. So far, most of the test have come back with wonderful results. By some miracle, there is no damage to his brain. But, I must warn you before you go back. When the bones around his eye socket broke, there was damage done to his eye. Most of the damage can not be repair and it is likely that he will not regain sight in his left eye.”  They both nodded as the doctor directed them to stand. “Now, if you promise to be calm, I can left you in to see him.” He looked over at Lance. “Just out of curiosity, what is your relation with Mr. Kogane?” Lance stuttered about for an answer as Shiro laughed.

“He’s Keith’s special someone.” The doctor nodded as led him to Keith’s room.

“I did not want to assume. My husband has been trying to get me to stop depending on my ‘gaydar’ as he says.” The doctor pushed the door open and let them in. Shiro entered first and greeted Keith with a soft ‘Hey’. Lance stopped for a moment before turning to the doctor.

“Thank you.” He said as he shifted Pike higher up his hip and walked through the door. Keith laid on a bed covered in white sheets. He only had a few wires and tubes connected to him, but Lance knew that this number was much lower than it had previously been. White and beige bandages covered various parts of Keith’s body and a black brace covered his left wrist. Half of Keith’s face was covered in bandages, but it did not stop his smile from pulling up when he saw Lance. Walking over to the bed, Lance reached for Keith’s hand, holding it tight in his.

“Hey, good-lookin’.” He smiled softly as he whispered. “Decided you didn’t look bad-ass enough without a few scars?” Keith snorted as Lance sat down on the bed with Pike in his lap. Pike looked at Keith for a moment before clapping his hands and reaching out. Lance tried to discourage Pike by bouncing him lightly on his lap. Pike made a whining noise in the back of his throat as he signed something that Keith did not know. Pike stacked two ‘k’ on top of each other and then brought them to his heart. He repeated the sign before clapping and reaching out for Keith again. Lance made a startled noise as he glared down at Pike. Darn his kid for being a fast learner.

“What’s that sign for?” Keith’s voice was a little rough as he spoke. Lance meet his eyes as he felt his cheeks grow red.

“It’s your sign name. I guess he really missed you.” Lance laughed a little as he rubbed the back of his neck. Shiro barked out a laugh as Keith turned bright red. “It took awhile to figure one out, but I didn’t expect him to pick up on it so fast. I kind of based it off of the sign for babysitter, if that is okay.” Keith slowly pushed himself up more and picked up Pike. He smiled at Lance. He reached out and placed his hand on Lance’s cheek. Shiro grinned as he turned around, covering his eyes with his hand.

“Go on and kiss. Just remember we are in a hospital.” He laughed as Keith’s face turned bright red.

“Shiro!” Keith yelled as Lance giggled softly. He leaned forward and weaved his fingers into Keith’s hair. Keith sighed as Lance leaned down more and let their lips touch. Pulling away, Keith meet Lance’s gaze.

“The sign,” He spoke softly against Lance’s lips, “ It’s perfect.”

A few years passed and the bond between Keith and Lance grew. Nyma was sent to jail and was never heard from again. Shiro and Matt had a beautiful wedding where Pike was the flower boy, for no one trusted him to carry the rings down the aisle. That job was left to Black, who they knew would not through the golden bands. Just as expect, Keith never gained his eyesight back in his left eye, but that never stopped him. The kids at the daycare seemed to find the scars amusing rather than being scared of Keith’s big, bad biker persona. It probably also helped that the kids were head over heels for Keith’s service dog, Blue, who was also being trained to help Pike too.. When Pike was three, Keith moved in with them. When Pike was four, he started going to special classes in the next city over so he could start learning to read and learning more advance signing. The school also offered speech classes for Pike, but Lance turned them down. Later that night, Keith asked why. Lance looked up from the signing pamphlets he was given with a smile.

“They want Pike to adapt himself to the hearing world, but he doesn’t need too. Pike doesn’t need to be the society’s standard of normal to be wonderful.” He looked back down at the pamphlets. “Pike can decide for himself if he wants to be like them when he is older. Right now, he is perfect just the way he is.” Keith leaned over and kissed Lance soundly. He couldn’t be more in love with this man than he was right now.

One Saturday, while they all were watching a movie, Lance looked up at Keith with a nervous smile. Keith had Pike sitting in his lap and Lance leaning on his legs from the ground. Tapping Keith’s shin, he drew Keith’s attention away from the TV.

“What do you think of one day adopting him?” Lance asked softly, nodded towards Pike.

“I don’t know,” Keith started off slowly. “I never really had a home. How can I give something that I never had? Plus, I’m not the ideal image of a parent. How can I give him the home he deserves?” Keith sighed as he brushes a piece of Pike's hair back.

“Homes don’t have to be perfect, Keith." Lance looked up from his place on the floor with love in his eyes. "They just have to be full of love, and I know you love him.” Keith pondered the question in silence for a moment as Pike watched the show on tv from his lap. Absentmindedly running his hands through Pike’s hair, Keith accidently grabbed his attention. Pike turned and looked up at him as he signed ‘what’. Over the years, Pike had grew use to signing and almost perfect the language at even a young age. Keith smiled and signed ‘nothing’ with a shrug of his shoulders. Pike smiled at him before turning back to the tv.

“Yeah, one day I would like him to be mine too.” Keith sighed softly as Lance stood and kissed Keith on the head. He reached over to the left of Keith and grabbed a box, bringing it into Keith’s line of sight.

“Good, cause Keith, will you marry me?”

Perfect : having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.

Their home may not had been perfect by definition, but it was perfect to them. 

It’s finished!!

Read from the beginning: Chapter 1

[ao3feed-klance]

I Can't Wait

read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2CToCEf

by CowboyBiBoh

That classic retro love-story: Guy spills drink on guy in bar, guy tries to find guy the next day over the radio, guy actually finds guy, and they fuck. Voltron College AU, short & sweet.

Words: 919, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

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

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Lance (Voltron), Klance - Relationship

Additional Tags: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Smut, klance, Alternate Universe - College/University, hinted Shatt, Shatt, Smut, Erotica, hookup, college hookup, Gay Sex, blowjob, Short, Short Chapters, College AU, College, Alternate Universe - Military

read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2CToCEf

[truehimbo]

Current state of ships

There's a lot of discourse over shipping in the fandom right now, once again (Oof™) so as a Multishipper I thought, hey, why not look at the proper canon side here.

-Sheith: We know that there's a strong bond between them, Keith said he loves Shiro. Considering that Keith has referred to Shiro as his brother multiple times, and judging from the flashbacks, it's probably safe to say that this is what he sees him as now

Klance: They didn't really have any interaction or development since S3 and it's been shown safely now that Lance is in love with Allura and is quite serious about these feelings. At the moment, I'm not sure how big the chances of endgame Klance are. Maybe there won't be any endgame? Who knows

Allurance: As said above, Lance genuinely is in love with her. Judging from Allura's reaction she doesn't feel the same way about Lance. She's also in love with Lotor. Lance supports her a lot this season and Allura realizes & appreciates this and allows herself to get closer to him. However, she still has feelings for Lotor and I'm sure that her not-being-attracted-to-Lance that's been elaborated since S1 won't change

Lotura: Allura is definitely still in love with Lotor, or at least cares a lot, since she wanted to save him still at the end. She's been hurting a lot over Lotor betraying her and I'm sure it'll take time to heal. We can't really know which of the things Lotor told her were lies, but considering that he said "we're meant to be together" (instead of saying "I want to be with you" or something similar) it kinda implies that he does believe in a connection between them. I felt this statement was genuine, but I suppose you can interpret it however you want

Hidge/Punk: They started hinting at it last season, first we saw them solely growing closer as friends, but ever since Pidge's father teased them, it seems the show might be leading into that direction. We got a lot of small background interaction that shows that they're currently close and care a lot about each other. This ship is probably the one that's most up to interpretation on this list, so you may disregard it if you don't agree with there being a kind of romantic undertone

Shatt: apparently they never reunited after all, since Kuron is the one that met Matt. I'm not sure what that does for their relationship, but since Kuron very much had the same feelings about the people around him as Shiro, the interaction between Matt and Kuron showed how Shiro feels about him too. I just added this one in because a lot of people pointed out that Shiro didn't actually meet Matt yet

Shallura: Someone pointed this out to me so I want to add this. The whole scene with Allura essentially reviving Shiro brought them back to balancing out each other, we had her reposition herself to give him a warm smile, we have him with completely white hair now which, character design wise, of course makes them look attractive together and makes viewers more drawn to considering them as a couple (someone made a post about this regarding Lotor and Allura and I think it applies for Shallura as well) I never really thought about Shallura much, so I'd say take a look at the Shallura tag, the shippers actually explain this really well. I think if Allura ends up with someone who isn't Lotor, it could be Shiro. We don't get much more than this though at the moment and it might be all speculations.

As I said, this is how I think the ships stand right now, canon-wise

If you feel like I'm bashing a ship, I'm really not, but if it matters, I'll just come out now and say that my favorite ships are currently Klance, Sheith and Hidge/Punk (I guess that one was obvious lol)

Overall, I think all of us are reading too much into canon & trying to push our ships too hard and it makes us ignore the canon facts, the actual storyline and the characters we've come to love so much.

Shipping is fun, but we have to separate canon and fanon.

And guys... we're not enemies. We're all in the same fandom. Let's stick together.

[ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender]

I Can't Wait

read it on the AO3 at I Can't Wait

by CowboyBiBoh

That classic retro love-story: Guy spills drink on guy in bar, guy tries to find guy the next day over the radio, guy actually finds guy, and they fuck. Voltron College AU, short & sweet.

Words: 919, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

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

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Lance (Voltron), Klance - Relationship

Additional Tags: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Smut, klance, Alternate Universe - College/University, hinted Shatt, Shatt, Smut, Erotica, hookup, college hookup, Gay Sex, blowjob, Short, Short Chapters, College AU, College, Alternate Universe - Military

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[ao3feed-shatt]

AnOtHEr One

read it on ao3 at https://ift.tt/2sJC0GA by G0lden_trash

by G0lden_trash

a very self-indulged chatfic with klance, squad, and all the good stuff, buckle up bitches.

shenanigans ensue.

Words: 3108, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of AnOtHer One chatfic universe

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Matt Holt, hunk's moms, Coran (Voltron), Alfor (Voltron), Florona (Voltron), Plaxum (Voltron), Nyma (Voltron), Rolo (Voltron), Ezor (Voltron), Narti (Voltron), Thace (Voltron), Acxa (Voltron), Space Mice (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Zethrid (Voltron), Swirn (Voltron), Blumfump (Voltron), Haggar (Voltron), they are basically all going to be there, Voltron Lions

Relationships: Hunk/Shay (Voltron), Keith/Lance (Voltron), Acxa/Ezor (Voltron), More to come, Shatt - Relationship, its coming - Relationship

Additional Tags: klance, Hunay, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, Coffee Shops, B.O.B - Freeform, PINING KEITH, pining lance, Mutual Pining, lots of pining, Fluff, Anxiety, Night Terrors, chatfic, chat fic, did i say this was a chat fic, Kinda Crack, everyone is a mess, More Ships to come, kinda slowburn, oblivious fools, everyone is stupid, There will be underage drinking, Kinda, Drama, Cats, as the voltron lions, if you squint you can see me hinting at shatt

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[stardiers]

Shiro-fucking-gane pulled Matt Holt into a hug, and if that isn’t a hint to canon Shatt, idk what is

[bosstoaster]

For the winter prompt suggestion: Festive shatt having a good old fashion cuddle with fuzzy socks and pumpkin spice lattes, the whoooole nine yards

(Whoops, forgot to post this yesterday)

A warm weight enveloped Shiro's back.  He started, not having heard anyone moving behind him, and nearly shoved the presence off.  But the plush rub of a blanket stilled him, reminding him where he was.

So instead, he glanced back over his shoulder to eye Matt.  "How'd you sneak up on me?"

Matt grinned back, pressing his cheek to Shiro's.  "I'm a ninja.  A space ninja."

"Sure," Shiro agreed, rolling his eyes.  "Which is why I've heard you tromping around in those boots every other time you came up behind me.  Super subtle.  Besides, you know the Blade of Marmora are the real ninjas."

Snorting, Matt ground his pointy chin into the meat of Shiro's shoulder, just to make him squirm.  The ass.  "We can both be ninjas."

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This was a useless conversation, so Shiro put down his pad and leaned back into Matt's warmth.  He must have been wearing a blanket like a cloak, because Matt was using it to bolster his hug.  Which was a sneaky, cheating move to get Shiro's attention.  "Fine, fine, everyone is ninjas.  Except the paladins, who are paladins.  Now, seriously, how did you sneak up on me?"

Pulling back his hug, Matt instead kicked his leg up and rested the heel of his foot on Shiro's desk.  He was wearing huge, fluffy socks, dark with snowflake designs in pale blue.  "I got new gear.  And I brought you some too."  With that, he flicked his wrist.  Another wad of fluff flew out of his hands and landed directly on Shiro's head.

"Gee, thanks."  Shiro pulled them off and held them up.  His were of snowmen, complete with top hats and bow ties.  "Where did you even get these?"

Matt grinned.  "There were these old blankets, and Coran said any materials in the storage areas are good for reusing.  So I had the castle's machining processes break them down and turn them into these.  I drew the designs."

Brows up, Shiro looked the socks over with new appreciation.  "Huh.  Not bad."  Apparently Pidge hadn't gotten the family artistic genes, but Matt had some technical skill.  Though, his probably came from diagrams and engineering specs rather than a particular interest.  "Um, thanks.  This are nice.  But why?"

There was a pause as Matt looked him over.  "You keep track of that Earth calendar that Pidge and Hunk made?"

Once in awhile.  But Shiro just didn't have the burning curiosity about what was happening on Earth.  He kept a general eye on it, checking a couple times a month, but otherwise it wasn't worth it to him.  It didn't matter what the date on Earth was, and whenever someone's birthday got close, the general chaos was enough to give Shiro time to prepare.

"I'm going to take that as a no," Matt drawled.  He poked the socks.  "It's the 22nd.  Of December.  Thereabouts, anyway.  You know, time zones, time dilation, space."

Shiro blinked, at first not sure what December 22nd had to do with anything.  Was it Matt's birthday or something?  But then it hit.  "Oh, a Christmas thing.  Right."  Shoot.  He hadn't paid attention at all, and Shiro had no idea what to do for gifts.  Shit.  He was going to have to come up with something fast.

Maybe waiting on everyone else's reactions wasn't his best plan.

"Yeah, a Christmas thing," Matt replied, voice dry.  "You know, I figured I'd be a good boyfriend and drag you away from your work for movies and snacks, but apparently I'm saving you from waking up in three days and being utterly confused."

Shiro snorted and shrugged.  "Well, now I don't have an excuse anymore.  It would have been embarrassing, but at least no one would wonder why I wasn't prepared.  So thanks."

"You're welcome," Matt replied cheerfully.  "Now, c'mon.  Movies.  Snacks.  Hot chocolate."

Pausing, Shiro's eyes went wide.  "Hot chocolate?  Really?"

Matt's smile widened as he tugged on Shiro's shirt.  "Yup.  It's a little weird.  Got kind of a mocha aftertaste?  I like it a lot, actually, it might be better than Earth hot chocolate."

Finally, Shiro stood, still clutching the socks.  "Take that back."

"Try it and see for yourself."  Once he was up, Matt leaned up to snag a kiss.  "Either way, c'mon.  You've been sitting at this desk since dinner time.  Relax a little with me, okay?  Put on the socks, snuggle under the blanket with me, have some cookies and watch a silly movie.  It's almost Christmas, you're contractually obligated to have a little fun."

Shiro's brows rose.  "I don't recall signing that contract.  I don't even celebrate Christmas."

Rolling his eyes, Matt shrugged.  "I forged your signature.  I'm a bad, sneaky ninja, remember?  And you don't need to believe in all the religious stuff to celebrate.  Take the damn excuse, Starshine."

"Alright, alright."  Shiro wove his arm around Matt's shoulders, pulling him in and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.  "What movie?"

Matt beamed at him and started down the hall, the blanket flaring dramatically behind him as he half-dragged Shiro with him.  "Wasn't sure.  Pidge brought a few.  We'll pick when we get there.  You ever see those ancient stop motion animation ones?"

"Probably not," Shiro admitted.  "Are you counting Die Hard as a Christmas movie?"  It seemed like something that Matt would do.  He liked that kind of contrarian organization, as much as it used to drive Shiro batty on the trip to Kerberos.  

Matt considered, then shook his head.  "No, too obvious.  Everyone makes that joke."  But then he paused, eyes wide.  "There's a Christmas Batman movie, though.  Let's do that one?"

"Isn't that the one with the Penguin?"

"Mhmm."

Shiro considered, then nodded. "Yeah, alright.  Let's see if Pidge has that one."

Grinning again, Matt lead them to the rec room.  The screens were already set up for movies, and there were two canisters along with a big tray of cookies.  Matt shoved at Shiro's shoulder until he obligingly sat down, then cuddled against his side.  "Alright, socks on.  That's nonnegotiable."

"Fine, fine."  Despite his tone, Shiro had zero objections to wearing fuzzy socks.  He hadn't thought about turning the ship's many, many extra blankets into other clothing, but it was a good idea.  "How hard was it make these, once you had a design?"

Matt shrugged.  "Basically the push of a button.  The castle does most of the work.  So, no, I didn't slave all day over a hot sewing machine for this one, sorry."

Tugging off his boots, Shiro slid the socks on and wiggled his toes.  "I'm not judging, I'm just wondering.  More of these would be nice.  They're warm."  Already sinking back into the couch, Shiro reached out to pick up one of the canisters.  The lid was on to keep the liquid inside cool, but when he opened it, he was nearly smacked with the scent of almost-chocolate.  "Oh.  Oh, man."

"Right?"  Matt grinned at him, watching with obvious enjoyment.  "Gourmet hot chocolate.  Space might be worth it for-"  He paused, then shook his head.  "No, nevermind.  But try it anyway."

Shiro glanced over, heart clenching.  They still had no idea where Commander Holt had ended up, without even a picture to search with.  Scooting over, Shiro wrapped his arm around Matt's shoulder and squeezed.  "Hey-"

"Nope," Matt said.  "No way.  Today is a nice day.  Talk about it tomorrow.  Right how is hot chocolate."

"I just-"

"Keep it up and that hot chocolate will end up in your lap instead."

Alright.  Shiro sighed and kissed his temple, then obligingly took a sip.

Then he froze.

It was good.  It was really good.

"You like it," Matt sing-songed.  "It's amazing."

Shiro started to pull the cup away, then grumbled and took another sip.  "Okay, yeah, it's good.  But I still love the powder stuff."

Reaching around him, Matt wrapped them both in the blanket.  "I know you do, Starshine.  It's okay, I love you anyway."

Freezing, Shiro's eyes tracked over.  Matt wasn't looking at him, but it was faux-casual.  He knew exactly what he'd said."

They had been together for a couple months now, but this was the first time Matt had said he loved Shiro.

"I love you too," Shiro replied.  "Even if you mock my tastes."

Matt's lips curled up, and his eyes tracked over to meet Shiro's.  A hint of color bloomed over his cheeks as he fumbled for the controls.  "They deserve to be mocked.  But fine, fine.  Here.  Batman it is."

Wrapping his arm around Matt's waist, Shiro curled in.  

Matt had been right.  Relaxation was the right call, after a day of working and stressing.  And movies, hot chocolate and snacks was a great way to do that.

The best part was sharing it all with his boyfriend, though.

The boyfriend who loved him.

Shiro hid his smile in Matt's curls.  There was warmth in his chest even thinking the words.  Maybe it was the hot chocolate.

But probably not.

[risesonthecourt]

The paladins playing Twister. (With hints of Klance and Shatt).

-Coran wins every time. -Even if he isn’t playing. -Shiro calls out the colours.  -The Paladins start with one foot on their own colour. -Lance is a little shit. -He thinks it’s funny to associate the colours with people.  -Shiro: “Lance, left foot red.” Lance: *kicks Keith* -One time Lance bent over backwards - directly in front of Keith - when told to put his hand on yellow.  -Keith, who at this point had his hands on nothing, and both feet on red, threw himself to the ground so he was disqualified, and spent the rest of the round lamenting over how stupidly flexible Lance is.  -Pidge, being the smol fren™, struggles to be on green and red at the same time.  -She switches out for Matt when this happens.  -It always takes ages for anyone to notice.  -Shiro is usually the one to notice, when a) Pidge appears beside him laughing at someone for falling over, or b) when Matt ends up in one of the classic, bent-in-half twister poses.  -Lance, again, is a little shit.  -Someone (*cough* Keith *cough*) has one foot on green and the other on red? Lance just got called to put his hand on either blue or yellow. You had better believe that hand is going under that someone, so if he lifts his head, he’s crotch level.  -Also doesn’t matter if there’s a clear path to the colour Lance needs to be on, if he could step over (or shuffle under) someone to get to it, he will.  -Hunk has really good balance, but he tries to shift to let other people reach colours easier, and that’s his downfall. Literally.  -But whether he’s playing or not, he cheers everyone on.  -Part 3 of Lance being a little shit. -When he goes down, he’s taking somebody with him.  -As many people as he can. He will wave his arms as he falls and take out his competition.  -Pidge always manages to dodge without falling down. No one knows how. -Some suspect Matt shields her. No one knows for sure.