#hunk and shiro would especially get along

[sockdooe]

1, 3, 7, 12, 13, 23, and 24 for Takashi Shirogane!

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

I love that even though he’s been through hell and back he’s one of the most gentle characters in the entirety of the show.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

The entirety of him being the captain of the atlas. I hate that he’s pushed off to the side with a massive ship that’s essentially useless if it wasn’t for the weird plot shit for season 8. Not only does he not know the majority of the people on the ship the atlas feels cold at times. Makes me sad :(

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Treats him like the nerd he is. And for once actually include him and not put him as a side for keith!!!! love shiro being shiro.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

He was raised by his grandparents which isn’t a rare headcanon but I imagine that his grandmother is Hawaiian and his grandfather Japanese! His father who he doesn’t know who he is but only that he’s German!

I took this from Josh Keaton but shiro definitely got his interest of space from his grandfather!!

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

🦾

23. Favorite picture of this character?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

My other fandom is team fortress 2 and uh….. the closest characters are medic and the heavy ??

Medic because he’s also got a fascination that’s never left him but in the more haggar sense 💀 and also he’s got big boobs so 🤷

And the heavy because he’s passionate and is pretty smart but is also very silly

I will say though Kuron/ryou would make an EXCELLENT spy!!

[icypantherwrites]

Hi!

I really love your works!

Especially those related to the Voltron fandom.

Unfortunately the fandom is a bit stagnant but it's nice to see how you keep it active. Just for Voltron I wanted to ask, what would you think of a Canon au where Lance is possessed by an alien god and the team has to save him, and in the process face the fact that they treated him poorly and were a mediocre team?

Aw, well thank you ♥ It's definitely a pretty dead fandom these days, but doing my best to at least finish posting Here and wrapping up that trilogy on AO3 :)

To your question, I will admit that I don't ever envision or write the team as ever purposefully treating Lance poorly as I don't think they are like that. I think they are human (or Altean or part-Galran ;p) and like all of us sometimes we can get so wrapped up in our own problems or concerns or even our own past experiences that we can inadvertently hurt someone we care about through our actions (or inactions). So that would not be a story I personally could write or design as it goes against how I view the characters.

That said, I've explored in a few of my stories elements of where members of the team have unintentionally hurt Lance. I think it's very reasonable to hurt someone you care about like that in the short-term (with the exception to this being Kuron!Shiro whose actions can hurt in longer term because he's not quite himself) when there are outside factors and even internal ones that can skew your perception of the situation and how it might affect another.

If you're interested, a few of those off the top of my head are:

Quiet Your Pain, Suffer in Silence

Summary: Lance has never liked the quiet and he likes it even less on this big, empty castle far away from home. He tries to fill it with stories and laughter so it doesn't feel quite as lonely.

But lately whenever Lance opens his mouth all he seems to do is upset people, annoy people and now… now he’s hurt them too. So there’s only one solution.

He just won’t ever talk again.

Icy Notes: This one is probably the most 'team hurts Lance' story on the list as everyone (save my sunshine boys Hunk and Coran) do indeed hurt Lance by their words and actions. They all realize though in the end what hurt they caused (thanks, Coran!) and resolve it.

The Poison of Deceit

Summary: This diplomatic mission is not going the way Lance had hoped. The diplomacy part on behalf of Voltron is going fantastic and Lance doesn’t think he’d be remiss in saying he had a large hand in that. But the whole impress Shiro bit is an epic fail as Shiro doesn’t seem to notice his efforts at all and it’s only worse with Keith showing him up at nearly every turn. The aliens they’re working on the alliance though have noticed his efforts. But as Lance stands here now, Shiro and Keith’s lives along with a vial of poison in his hands, he isn’t so certain that was a good thing.

Icy Notes: This one might be the closest take to your comment about the alien God in the sense that an outside party is also involved. This one is just focused on Lance, Shiro and Keith so not the whole team, but those two do get a very hard lesson in what it means to be a good friend and is definitely going to stick with them.

Feast

Summary: Lance is well aware he's the weak link on Team Voltron. He knows he's not the brightest. But he's not stupid. And he's always thought that even despite his shortcomings he had not just a place with Voltron, but friends who would look out for him just as he would do for them.

But that doesn't seem to be the case anymore. While there's no knife to stab him in the back, the ones his friends wield with their cruel, heartless words cuts just as deep. And by the time Lance realizes that something is wrong, that these people are not his friends, it's too late.

The feast has begun.

Icy Notes: This story has a lot of other plot points other than just team treating Lance poorly, although it is the most literal interpretation of the team hurting Lance (legit torturing him) even if it's not quite them... But it explores the show post Game Show and how those actions made Lance feel and again, unable to confide in his team and feeling like no one values him.

Worth(less)  (please note this one is rated M!)

Summary: On their journey to Earth, Voltron stops at a planet for supplies and finds that its inhabitants are not only incredibly generous but powerful and would make strong allies in their upcoming fight. In order to secure the alliance, the king assigns a member of his council to observe each Paladin and judge their worth.

Lance is delighted to find out his evaluator is the king’s own son, Prince Barin, who is a formidable fighter and pilot, and he’s determined to prove himself worthy and make Voltron proud, especially following the horrible game show experience with Bob.

Except Lance discovers that the prince isn’t interested in evaluating his worth as a Paladin; he's just interested in his body. And for the sake of the universe… Lance knows what he has to do.

Icy Notes: Like Feast above, there's a lot of other plot at play here and definitely heed warnings if you read it, but a large part of said plot is Lance's reactions and feelings from the Game Show where he felt like the team didn't care about him and so he's unable to trust them now. Horrible consequences for thinking so little of himself and unable to go to the team for support, but comfort and resolution at the end.

[autisticlancemcclain]

previous chapter

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Coran’s final word rings through the ancient room. For a moment everyone stays frozen, relaying Coran’s haunting story in their heads, reeling from the severity of all they’ve learned.

Then that moment turns into another.

And another.

“Okay,” Hunk says, when it’s clear that Coran is not giving any further instructions. “How do we go about this…search?” He looks pointedly at the various floating balls of light around the giant room, impossibly high shelves, and incorporeal artefacts and literature. “Is there some sort of ancient Altean database search?”

There’s a poorly faked cough from beside Keith, Lance rapidly looking away to hide his grin at Hunk’s dry comment. Coran looks at the two of them judgementally, eyebrows raised, before answering.

“Of course not,” he chides, as if its obvious. “The Lions were the first piece of technology to successfully work alongside concentrated quintessence. This place has been around long before that.”

“Right,” Hunk says, throwing his hands up in exaggeration. “Of course. How stupid of me to ask.”

The sarcasm flies right over Coran’s head, who looks pleased at Hunk’s concession. Despite his situation, and the time limit he’s sure he’s on, Keith has to fight down laughter.

“I think what Hunk is looking for is instructions,” Shiro says diplomatically when Coran once again lapses into silence. “The specific kind, if you don’t mind. Reminder that when the castle first started construction there was only single-celled life on Earth, so we’re a little behind.”

Coran snorts. “No need to exaggerate, Number One, I’m happy to explain.”

The humans make brief eye contact with each other, visibly and wordlessly communicating, before simultaneously deciding to drop it.

“Everything here, as you can observe, is related to quintessence,” Coran begins to explain. Finally. (Keith loves the man, seriously, but he’s not known as one to get to the point.) “As, of course,” he nods at Keith, “is your problem. To solve a problem relating to quintessence, you need to use it.”

“So it’s a fight fire with fire situation,” Lance surmises.

Coran nods. “More or less. Now, join hands and close your eyes.”

Pidge grabs Keith’s left hand and squeezes, smiling, which along with making him feel especially supported and loved — Pidge is most definitely very affectionate, but rarely is her affection so unmasked, it means a great deal to Keith that she knows he needs it and she’s being so brazen with it now — reminds him quite ardently that Lance’s hand is still tangled with his. He smiles wider.

“Pay attention, now,” Coran says, snapping Keith out of his thoughts. “All of you must sink into each other the same way you do when you’re forming Voltron. When you do so, your quintessence will be entwined as one, and your desires will no longer be of one individual person but instead of many presences, as one.”

“That makes no sense,” Hunk mutters.

“Your face makes no sense,” Lance shoots back.

“Shut up, goober.”

Allura laughs. Shiro shushes the lot of them, but Keith knows he’s holding back a smile himself.

Adept at dealing with the lot of them — they are, objectively, annoying — Coran continues right on. “All that raw energy in one place is attractive to all other energy in the area. If you were all to hone your energy on one specific desire, one specific type of quintessence, it would be easier to attract. So after I finish speaking, all of you are going to focus as intently as you can, on yourselves and each other, as you are used to doing, and then together you are going to search for what will become clear.”

As usual with anything to do with quintessence, the instructions are vague, contradictory. But more pressing than any frustrations at unclarity is Keith’s fear — that this will fail, that his quintessence will remain warped, that he will lose Lance again and again and again, that there will be nothing he can do to stop it. The fear eats at him; angry almost at being held at bay for as long as he’s held onto Lance, bubbling right under his skin. His breathing picks up, chest rising and falling rapidly, and his gloves become slick with sweat. Memories of Lance flash through his mind, rapidly, never lasting even one full second; Lance, face down on the floor of an Empire warship, hole through his head, Lance, covered in spatters of blood in the training room, skin torn and ripped, Lance, incinerated into nothing. Bile rises in his throat as images of Lance, dead and injured and dying, are all he can see; copper floods his mouth as he remembers the scent of iron in the air, blaster fire rings in his ears, his heart rate skyrockets —

You are your own worst enemy, a voice chides, and then something cool and crackly and something else Keith can’t put a name too envelops his mind, cutting off the string of memory, filling his senses with the smell of lavender and sunshine and the sound of constant humming.

Lance.

Lance is barely established as a chiding presence in Keith’s mind before five more surges of energy come rushing in: the most familiar to him, strong and steady and goofy , a smaller, sparky surge of energy, a buzzing energy that gives the impression of an old, impossibly huge Redwood, an energy that feels like the first bite of a warm cookie, and one that Keith can only describe as hot pink.

Shiro. Pidge. Coran. Hunk. Allura.

His family.

The six of them encircle him, crowding his mindscape, forcing out the strangling memories of his deepest fears. They entangle themselves with him, strung up like a wired earbuds left in a pocket; their quintessence, entwined as one, no longer one individual person but many presences, as one.

It feels like strength. It feels like hope. It feels like family.

It feels like Voltron.

There’s not so much a verbal or mental command so much as there’s a universal desire for one thing. Outside of their mortal bodies, outside of a physical realm, they’re capable of more than is possible, and suddenly sifting through all the quintessence in the massive, ancient room is no longer an impossibility but simply a reality. In a way that Keith can’t quite process but is aware that he is doing, they surge their energy forward, in some way, comparing it instantly which every other ball of potential in the area, searching for what they’re looking for.

The Answer is at the near ceiling of the cave; dark, heavy, not much a presence so much as a lack of one. It’s foreboding, not as bright as everything else nor as dark as maligned energy feels. Something separate, something they have never felt before.

Instantly they wrap around it, pulling it back down, to where they stand. They pull back away from each other, gently untangling and sinking back into themselves. It’s extremely disorienting, like walking up tangled in bedsheets and trying to pull yourself free while only half awake. Keith’s vision is blurry when he’s finally home in his own body again, and it takes him several blinks too clear it.

Floating in between them, still and unmoving, is the fix to his clusterfuck.

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[mullettaegi]

i know the galra had ten thousand years and unlimited resources to build up their defences and offences, to create an insane amount of weapons, to do evil experiments, and rule far across the universe, but HOW does it go from voltron being the defender of the universe, the most powerful weapon in the universe, something that zarkon has been hunting after for ten thousand years, something that made sendak (a very strong galra commander who would not let anyone stand in his way, according to himself) gasp and RUN.

yes he didnt fully run away but he retreated; he watched his battle cruiser get blown to fucking pieces, and remember this is the first time the paladins formed voltron. there was no sword. it was like their second or third time flying in their lions, and the only one that has had consistent flight simulations and training for however long is lance, and even then i think we saw him struggle to strategise a battle plan when going after the yellow lion with hunk because we heard him say he would cover hunk, we saw him carry that out but then get overwhelmed by the galra fighters in the air and take off after them.

hes a damn good pilot, and they all are, especially in the lions, but this is on a next level to what they could've been training for at the garrison.

so, this takes me to my point, why in the fucking world was voltron so fucking nerfed in the later seasons. like yes i dont want an easy win for voltron every battle, yknow, its about them working together as a team, its about voltron not always being the solution (aka when its better for them to split off into lions while they strategise), its about them actually coming up with strategies instead of just going in voltron first and hoping for the best.

its been a while since i watched the later seasons but rn im mostly thinking of atlas. like it just doesnt really make sense to me tbh? to build the atlas, yes, its essentially a replacement for the castleship, a place for a team to watch voltron from the sky, provide back up, but then to have it form into a voltron-esque robot ??? i just dont think thats where they should have taken it.

im glad for the castle of lions to take an important role in some episodes, where again the answer lies outside of JUST voltron, but it doesnt really make sense to build another giant robot.

it kind of takes away the development the paladins are supposed to go through as well, to work together better and stronger as a team thus opening up more weapons from voltron and learning how to fight in different ways.

idk i think the entire thing was kinda over-thought at the end as they were trying to keep the show going, but missing some of the other storylines they could've gone down, (black paladin lance, lotor redemption arc (which he did seemingly have but all along they planned to throw that in the bin), the team coming together as friends more often developing their bond as voltron but also as people, the team seeing their families again, not killing off shiro's FUCKING CANON BOYFRIEND IN A STUPID FUCKING SHITTY WAY ADAM DIDNT DESERVE TO DIE YALL ARE JUST COWARDS, and also the team kinda reflecting back to how they were jn the beginning and realizing they have grown (i say the team but i mostly mean lance and hunk because the writers just did not give two shits about them they really didnt get the chance to become fully thought out characters, they just had some insecurities and interests that were ignored until convenient then ignored again)).

[xjulixred45x]

The Paladins (+Lotor and Allura) x Komori!Reader.

reader: feminine

Genre: Headcannons

Warnings: nothing worrisome. fluff.

Shiro

And he knows you is like "PROTECT AT ALL COSTS"

chances are they saved you from some group of idiots with bad intentions. So Shiro is a good listener after that. you stay with them because well, there is not much choice.

Cleaning up the castle a bit, cooking with Hunk, making sure everyone is well fed and happy, you pretty much become a space mom.

And Shiro is the space father.

Try to help you reach things on the high shelves. Although he finds it cute, he himself will lower things from the high wings to avoid future accidents.

He is not very sweet but he will eat everything you cook.

Yui is about 1.58 and Shiro is more or less 1.80, HUGS WOULD BE FANTASTIC.

He is by far the most gentle of all. Understand that having that attitude all the time can be a great mental drain, so if you need a break or be the one to take care of for a while. Count on him.

Saying how he appreciates how you raise the morale of the group in your own way .

It's too cute, I can't-

Keith

It is the most difficult by far, but not impossible (especially with your attitude).

At first he saw you more as a victim, a poor soul in a way. I didn't expect you to be so...lively afterwards.

See how, despite everything, you continued to be happy, cheering everyone on-CHEERING HIM, taking care of him, worrying about everyone...

It made me see you more as a survivor than a victim.

It made him respect you for handling the situation like that. At the same time he began to show more interest, in a way.

Similar to Shiro, he shows his appreciation to you for acts of service. Not only helping with the heavy stuff, but also being the first to jump in front of you if there's an attack on the castle.

Again, he doesn't have a sweet tooth, but if you ask him to try something for dinner, he'll pretend to grudgingly if he does.

When they move into some sort of relationship, not much changes, except that it's more open and the protection kicks in.

If Keith gets mad at something or someone(coughcofLANCEcofcough) he will go straight to you to vent, this is especially true when he becomes the black lion pilot. You want to know if what you are saying is valid or if you are getting carried away.

You are by far the most trusted person on the ship (along with Shiro).

Lance

Lance is the one who falls the fastest, and falls HARD

Make it very clear to him when he wants something with you, but not in the same way as when he is casually flirting with someone. They are like a little more personal questions, you know if he can have something with you.

Lance misses life on earth a lot, it is a fact, that you want to take care of him, listen to his problems and assure him that he is not the "seventh wheel" of the group means A LOT to him.

Also since you don't invalidate his concerns and contrast them with real, positive facts about him, he doesn't have to be the clown of the group to be able to talk to you.

That's probably why he fell in love so quickly.

Chivalrous ASF, opening the doors, giving up the seat, helping with heavy things that he can barely carry, etc.

There's also a bit of insecurity about dating you, he's full of doubts about whether he's really enough for you, comparing himself to the other paladins in the party. Although you shut it up immediately because you know it's true.

Cuddly! Lots of hugs and kisses on the cheeks. Especially if you did something like cook for the WHOLE group or just walked a healthy line between helping everyone and helping yourself.

He definitely wants to introduce you to his family (especially if you don't have one of your own)! He assures you that they will receive you and love you just as much as they love you!

TOO CUTE I CAN'T-

Hunk

! kitchen companions!

Both can spend hours and hours exchanging recipes, telling cooking stories, experiences, etc. and never get bored.

They have something like a system to be able to make meals between the two of them so as not to overload the other with work. eg, you the desserts, the dinner, you the dinner, the desserts, miti miti, etc.

They taste each other's food 🥺

Hunk is also considered the most morale booster in a certain way, so under no circumstances will he let you feel bad or inferior to them just for not being a paladin! You help in many other ways!

Hunk is also considered the most morale booster in a certain way, so under no circumstances will he let you feel bad or inferior to them just for not being a paladin! You help in many other ways!

It's the best shoulder to cry on if things get too tense or if you just can't keep happy for once, that's okay.

similar to Lance, he wants to introduce you to his family, his parents more than anything, he knows that children naturally love you, but it is very IMPORTANT that their parents approve of you.

Needless to say, you have it around your finger ;).

Pidge(romantic/platonic)

She's used to being the one the group cares about most as the youngest, so your joining is a breath of fresh air.

Don't get her wrong, Paladins respect her, but not in the same way that YOU respect her. You still see her as a child, but you also recognize her brilliant mind and trust her to protect you.

You are very aware of her, whether it is for her to bathe, remember to eat, sleep long enough, etc. You remind him a lot of a mother hen.

She may seem upset about this at first, but it's really because you remind her of her own mother, which makes her nostalgic and somewhat sad.

But he quickly gets over it because he KNOWS you're doing it with their best interests in mind.

Love your food, really love it, especially if it tastes like peanuts.

If he gets in trouble with Lance or any of the Paladins, he goes and hides behind you, like a little kid with an evil grin.

Damn gremlin.

Allura

Girls' nights Girls' nights Girls' nights Girls' nights Girls' nights-

They become friends very quickly! She gets along very well with paladins, yes, but with you it's a whole new level.

I doubt Allura has ever been attracted to a woman, so when she starts to see you differently, she doesn't know what to do or whether to act "normal."

I'll probably even go to the other paladins for advice because lance and Koran don't help much.

I think she is the one who tries the most to hide this crush, more because she wants to give the image of a confident and determined leader, she wants to take the courage to say it.

And when she says it, she also gets nervous and somewhat clumsy. But adorable.

PROTECC will not hesitate to use brute force if you put yourself in danger.

Protective, even worse than Keith.

Afternoons of hair care with the space mice (seriously LOOK AT HER BEAUTIFUL HAIR).

Lotor

Let's be honest, you probably met him when he was held prisoner by the paladins and he had some degree of appreciation for you at first.

But then you started to worry about him (maybe because he reminded you of yourself when you were saved by the paladins) and you couldn't leave it like that.

So, for the sake of his mental health and your peace of mind, you made sure he was…comfortable in a way.

The Paladins+ Allura OBVIOUSLY didn't want you to do them, but there was little they could do to stop you.

You brought him food, water, things to entertain himself, blankets in case it was cold, you tried to make small talk, etc.

At first he just thought it was out of pity, so he rejected you the first few times.

But he realized pretty quickly that it was more like... empathy. you felt identified with him. So he wasn't so rude to you and started to appreciate that, you treated him like a living being regardless of his race. he likes you

When they let him walk through the castle of lions, he will most likely thank you for the good treatment compared to how the paladins saw him.

Try to "thank" you in other ways, mainly helping you out when the other paladins aren't around or can't handle it, learning a little more about human culture, and generally speaking more generally to pass the time.

If Allura and Keith were bad with overprotection, Lotor is that squared. Now that he appreciates you, there is no escaping affection.

Also, Lotor is TALL, even taller than Shiro, he could easily throw you over his shoulder and not even break a sweat.

He just can't help but find your human being too ADORABLE.

Sorry I couldn't think of much more for this part :')

[kidge-planet]

KIDGE ANGST

TW! death

50 years had passed. It had been 50 years since they shared their first kiss, and they had never left each other's sides.

During those 50 years, their love had only grown stronger with each passing day.

Now, she was 70.

As she lay in her bed next to her husband, Katie felt a strange sensation. Both she and her husband had been worried lately; she had been feeling weak and breathless for almost a month now, and doctors couldn't find anything wrong.

She took a deep breath and rested her head against her pillow. Keith knew exactly how she felt. He knew her so well that just one look in her eyes was enough to tell that something was wrong.

But he also knew that if he asked, she would simply answer that she was fine. So, he asked, and as expected, she said that she was okay. He insisted, and so did she.

Deciding to give up, knowing how stubborn she was but also trusting that she would confide in him later if something was truly wrong, he kissed her forehead as they wished each other a good night.

As he closed his eyes, Keith instantly fell asleep. But no matter how much she tried, Pidge couldn't.

As she grew older, it became harder for Pidge to fall asleep at night. She and Keith had lost everyone:

The first to go was Baebae, Pidge's dog. It had been complicated for her, but she stayed strong.

Then came Sam. It was years after Baebae, and it was possibly the worst day of her life by that time.

Sam was followed by Colleen, who couldn't bear losing her husband for the second time. She was an old woman who had been through so much, but her heart could not handle more. She died, drowning in sadness, and no matter how much Matt and Pidge did to save her, it wasn't enough...

After Colleen, Shiro followed. It devastated everyone, especially Keith. But with Pidge by his side, he healed faster.

Hunk died years later. A heart attack was the reason...

The only ones remaining in their lives were Lance, Matt, Krolia, Kosmo, and their kids. Some other people remained, but they were less important in their lives.

And all this kept Pidge awake at night. She remembered the old times, hurting herself by allowing her thoughts to dwell on all the happy moments. And then, she remembered that it was over, that she would never again be hugged by her father or laugh with her mother... That she would never get to hug Baebae to sleep or have nice Paladin hangouts with her friends... And, of course, she would never gossip with Allura again.

She missed Hunk's cookies and his presence when she was feeling down. She missed Shiro's advice and how reassuring he was.

She just wanted to go back in time, start everything over, and reclaim the beauty that she thought she had lost.

And she was happy with Keith. She always had been, and she felt so grateful that he was still by her side today... But she missed how they used to love each other back then, those nights when they wouldn't sleep and would share every piece of passion. She missed discovering his touch, his body; it all felt new back then, and now, it just seemed routine. She knew his touch by heart... And not that she thought it was bad, but she did think that it was better before... Because everything seemed better when they were younger.

She used to fight for peace, she used to be a model for so many people and have an important purpose. Today, she felt worthless. Just an old lady. A grandma, certainly, but then what was next?

Death. And she would feel guilty admitting that she actually waited for it every day now.

She knew that she would leave her kids behind, along with her remaining friends, her brother, and her husband.

But her kids were grown adults now, with their own families and lives that she wished she could still have. They didn't need her anymore...

As for her friends, she only really had Lance and a few acquaintances. But she rarely saw them, if ever. She called Lance often, but that was about it.

She saw Matt often. Same old Matt. And when thoughts of ending her life crossed her mind, she tried to push them away, knowing that she was his only family left.

And then there was her husband. How she loved him. He was the only reason she hadn't tried to end it herself. The only thing tormenting her now was deciding whether she wanted him to die before her or after her... Whether she would hurt him or herself.

She didn't really have a choice.

Lost in thought, her eyes closed, and she felt her body's weight growing heavier with each passing second. She understood. Summoning all her strength, she opened her eyes one last time to look at him. The only man who had ever loved her, the only man she had ever loved.

Oh, how beautiful he looked in the moonlight, she thought to herself, finding the strength to reach for his cheek...

She caressed his cheek, feeling her hand grow too heavy, and she rested it in his.

If only she could tell him how much she loved him... But she didn't want to see him cry. She didn't want him to take her to the hospital or try to "save" her.

She wanted to silently pass away in the bed where they had shared their love for years. In the room where they had once been young together. In peace.

A tear rolled down her face: she was feeling greatful in this moment to have had such a beautiful life.

And she silently hoped that she'll find him again, in another life.

(there you go and I hope this made you feel the emotional turmoil you wanted lol :') )

Let me know your thoughts about that one!!!!!!!

[bluedemon1995]

Revisiting an old story, sorry it’s so old! And I’m so late…

Keith was quiet. Not that he was trying to fade in the background or anything, but he could not help himself. He was just staring at Mrs. Holt. In equal amounts of awe and, well, fear. She was not happy with the situation nor was she quiet about it. Yet, she drew the focus of the guard's attention so the others could gather information. All while helping Hunk feed everyone, strategically getting out of the rooms allotted to them. Adding more data points so they could figure out how to best help Katie. Honestly, he felt like she should be a high-ranking member of the Blades, equal to Kolivan at least. Especially considering how his mom and her got along.

A few hours later, he looked to his mom, eyebrow arched. She nodded. He had a feeling she was taking notes and would be in contact with Mrs. Holt when this situation was settled. He slightly smirked, as his gaze returned to Mrs. Holt who was currently arguing with their guard. Again. Feeling his eyes strangely damp, he thought she reminded him very much of her daughter.

“I SAID-I am going to see my daughter, unless you want me to make a very public statement that your planet is holding my daughter, a former paladin and hero of Voltron, a citizen of Earth, and a member of Earth’s military-a prisoner. I cannot help but wonder, why there is no contract detailing any of these so-called rules, nor has any other member of this game, past or present, been hidden away and kept from their family. Why am I not allowed to see my daughter? What are you doing to her? In fact, I have it on good authority that the princess is seeing her father as we speak. So, unless you want a public relation mess on your hands, you will be fair. I will hold you to that bar at a minimum. I, as her mother, have no idea the treatment you are providing her.”

Keith admired her resolve however personally he didn’t want to argue with anyone rather he wanted to kill someone. His patience was far past being tested but he felt that would be bad especially since he restrained himself initially. He knew he had to keep his tempter but after the past days, no one had any patience to spare. He was lucky, he was with his friends and family. He knew Katie was being kept in isolation and that could hurt her mental game just as much as any physical blow. Not having support or a friendly face can mess with anyone. He knew that better than anyone.

…

He closed his eyes. It was ironic, he went months without seeing her. But knowing she was here, close by, and he could not see her…knowing she had to be sore and tired. Lonely. Fuck, and it was all because she got pulled into his shit, it was really messing with him. She was paying his price. Finally, he was jarred from his depressing thoughts when Matt started swearing and took a swing at the Prince who must have walked in while he was zoning out.

Prince. Crap. Keith wished Matt had made contact. That fucker thought he could just lay claim to Katie. Like she was interchangeable or replaceable. After a week of watching, helplessly while she was tested~yeah no. Keith knew she was meant for him. And honestly, that was his dream. Just her. He wasn’t going to let anyone take his place.

But he waited, wasted time. He felt that the timing was off so he figured he would wait until he had a handle on his feelings and what it meant. Looking back, he knew he wasn’t like Lance, he didn’t really have crushes or some deep desire to have a girlfriend. Instead, he focused on the task he set for himself. Find Shiro. Win the war. Help others. Maybe the helping felt like making amends for his past, his lineage but that was ok. But underneath all that, he always felt that he’d end up with her. After all…pulsing under everything…was one thought. Mate. His. MINE.

It was awfully primitive, embarrassing, not something he’d said. Obviously. So, he figured he had time and would wait for his feelings to settle so he didn’t scare her off.

And when he got teased for his long talks with Pidge-who cared. So, what if the picture in his wallet was conveniently folded with them facing out. It was normal to take a call from her no matter what he was doing. He took the ribbing with no thought. Because she mattered. Even when Shiro raised eyebrows or teased him about rereading her letters before bed. He didn’t mind. He wasn’t in a rush. He wanted to give her time to settle back home and be with her family. He had time. THEY had time.

Or so he thought. But a couple of months ago, he heard Axca talking about how Griffin was interested in her, visiting her work station and bringing her trinkets from his missions. Then Hunk told him how Lance seemed to be coming out of his depression due to her. And hey, wouldn’t it be great if they ended up together. How Allura would be happy for them. Then Matt was talking about some stupid Sergeant who requested her help one time and now seemed to be around all the time.

So, maybe he didn’t handle that news well. Maybe he got a little angry. Moody. And maybe he called her, and called her, but she was busy. So even though what he really wanted was her attention on him, only him, he did the opposite. He got distant and took more missions. But, after having time to think it was only because he was jealous. Insecure. Lonely.

And didn’t that backfire big time. He decided to take this random mission to occupy his time. To cool down. Make a plan. Let her know he was hers for the taking. What ensued?

Mistake. BIG mistake.

He needed to be honest with himself. As far as he was concerned, she was his. Only his. And yes, his mom knew him, knew that is who he wanted. But she never vocalized that. Unfortunately, she also recognized him taking a few steps back. Falling into old habits where he acted out and pushed people away instead of relying on his friends. Friendship. Humor. Love. That’s what she saw. But she still had faith that he would figure it out. He had endured more uncomfortable conversations that he ever imagined with her about love and effort.

But then that really wasn’t even everything. He held a secret, deep in his heart. He had a glimpse of it himself. Short hair, a petite body with a strength that could deceive an enemy but was perfect for him. Then there was that kiss. Damn. She was his. He didn’t really give a shit about the game. But watching the games, really hurt. She was in this because of him. And he was currently useless. So if she couldn’t see him, if he could not help her…he damn well would support her mom.

Which lead to this current stage of planning. If she won-fine. They would leave. But, as Matt pointed out, they were trying to find a counterweight to her loss. Enter plan B. If she lost, how were they getting everyone off the planet? Because he was damn sure he wasn’t leaving without her. He would cheat, lie or kill for her safety.

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Just over 7 years after the show debuted, I think I've figured out what the Blue Lion's purpose in the team is.

While at first glance, Voltron seems to follow the five man band trope (Leader, Lancer, Smart Guy, Stong Guy, Heart) pretty closely, color-coded and all.

Black is the leader: cool under pressure, and always able to see reason and the best course of action, and Shiro fits this perfectly.

Red is the Lancer: the leader's right hand man, the one to challenge them, the one who is almost as good as them, and the character foil for them. Keith matches up with this as well.

Green is the Smart Guy: the one with knowledge specialized to the setting, the one the team always looks to when they need something niche, and Pidge/Katie definitely fits here, with her extremely broad and extensive knowledge of technology.

Yellow is the Strong Guy/Tank: the team's hard hard hitter, the one who can take the most damage, and generally stereotyped as super loyal, and Hunk checks all of these boxes (his name even fits!)

Generally next in the list would be the Heart: the emotional center of the team, the one who keeps everyone together, the one always ready to give a pep talk, the one who makes sure no one is left behind. As the pattern follows, you would think this would go to blue (and so Lance), but it isn't. Allura is actually the one to fill this role.

Then where does that leave Lance? He clearly struggles with this question himself, saying he feels like a 7th wheel, like he's just an extra person. He struggles to find his worth on the team, surrounded by amazing people. This internal conflict over self-worth is what makes him so relatable and lovable to the audience, along with his humor. And here, I think is where we find his purpose.

Lance fills the role that I am going to call the diplomat in this variation of the five man band trope. He is the one that makes the team feel like it's not just the most amazing, perfect people out there that we could never compare ourselves to. He feels down-to-earth (pun intended), he's someone a lot of people can see themselves in. He's an extrovert who's great with people and longs for companionship. He's funny, and can make light of a situation, but when he needs to be serious, he is. Overall, Lance is a people person.

And to think of this in context of the show's universe, I think that position is quite important. Imagine if Voltron was real, and was what was protecting you and your home planet. Voltron is a great weapon, but it's larger than life. Even if it's protecting you, you'd probably still be at least a little scared of it, especially if the people piloting it were the best of the best. That's really intimidating. To have one of the pilots be someone you can see yourself in, it makes it feel more real, and less like it's something beyond your comprehension.

It's also important to have the diplomat for, well, diplomatic purposes. To charm those you want to make an alliance with, to mediate arguments, and to have someone the people of each civilization love. This part of the job is why Allura is able to pilot blue in the absence of Shiro.

However, she doesn't really fill Blue's role, and niether do any of the others. Allura is great, but she suffers from the same thing Shiro does in this regard, they're just too amazing. They're paragons of themselves. Allura is one of the last of the mythical Alteans, and she can perform the practically lost art of Altean Alchemy. Shiro is a perfect leader, he's handsome, and that makes him a little intimidating. Hunk is great in the way that he's loyal, but he's more focused on the people he cares about than anything else, and also just doesn't have the charisma that Lance has. Pidge is not the easiest to talk to, and you can find yourself getting lost in all the science lingo she throws around, and her long tangents that don't quite have all the context you need to understand them. Coran is a little eccentric, and that in itself can be off-putting at first. And Keith speaks for himself, our little asocial emo boy. (To be clear, this is not to bash the other characters, it's just to show why they don't really fill the role.)

All in all, Voltron is a deviant of the five man band trope, not the poster perfect example it seems to be. Furthermore, Lance is far from the worthless misfit he sees himself as, he is the true charmer of the team.

[jalapenobee]

So remember that pizza boy au I reblogged? Yeah I couldn’t find it but I wrote it

Special instructions

“Okay, so we’re watching the Rush Hour trilogy. Lance, you good with that?”

Side note-I absolutely love the Rush Hour movies. Especially the third one.

Lance looked up from his phone to Pidge, who was standing in front of the TV with three DVD’s in her hand. “Uh, yeah sure.”

Pidge shrugged and popped the first one in. Hunk entered the dim room with a bowl full of popcorn in one arm. “Alright, ready for the movie.”

Lance’s attention was now fully back in his phone, staring at the special instructions section of Domino’s online pizza order. For Pidge, he put “as little sauce as possible.” For himself, he had put it to “send your cutest delivery boy.” Whether or not they would actually do it was a question. He clicked the order button, and it was too late to change it now. Joining his roommates on the couch, Lance didn’t think anything of it for a while.

•|~|~|~|•

Shiro smirked down at the newest pizza order. “Send your cutest delivery boy,” it said. Well, Keith was the only one around, so he guessed he’d send him and hope for the best. Shiro called him over.

“Would you describe yourself as ‘cute,’ Keith?”

Keith scoffed and flicked Shiro’s head. “Cuter than you for sure.”

Shiro missed Keith’s hair with a “tsk tsk” noise. “Don’t insult me like that Keith, I could fire you anytime I want.”

“We both know you don’t wanna do that. Even if you did, you’d hire me back within two days.”

“True. But you’ve got a pizza to deliver.”

•|~|~|~|•

Knock, knock.

“Uh, someone ordered a pizza?”

Lance assured his friends that he’d get the door and got up from the couch to walk over. He opened the door and was surprised that the people over at Domino’s actually listened to his instructions. They did send a cute guy.

“Large cheese, half sausage and as little sauce as possible? Um, are you okay?”

Lance was okay. Just distracted. “Wow, I didn’t think they’d do it.”

The delivery boy, Keith according to his name tag, raised an eyebrow. Do what?”

“Send their actual cutest delivery boy.”

Keith’s eyes widened at the… compliment? I guess you could call it that, even if it was delivered strangely. This must’ve been why Shiro asked him if he thought he was cute. He noticed Lance staring at his hair, still lopsided from when Shiro messed with it. He put on an easy grin.

“Yeah, I had to fight all the other delivery boys for the honor of delivering your pizza.”

Lance smirked and leaned against the door frame. “My hero.”

Their little conversation was interrupted by Pidge’s annoyed voice. “Lance, quit trying to seduce the pizza boy! Get the food and get your ass over here, the movie’s starting.”

Rolling his eyes, Lance took the pizza, paid, and bid a goodbye to Keith as he closed the door.

Both of them were up thinking of someone that night.

•|~|~|~|•

Seventh time ordering pizza from Domino’s this month. Every time since the movie night, Lance had requested Keith. And every time, Keith was very enthusiastic about actually fighting the other delivery boys to deliver Lance’s pizza. He might’ve pounded on James a bit the third time he was requested.

Pidge and Hunk weren’t very approving of this pizza phase, but they went along with it. Hunk said that Lance should “be careful, maybe order something other than pizza.” Pidge said as long as he “balances the shit,” he’ll be fine.

Anyway, it was time for a test. Special instructions this time? “Tell me I’m pretty.”

Added challenge? Lance was gonna wear sweats and a face mask to see how Keith would react. Either really well, or very badly. From their seven encounters, Lance had gathered that Keith was never in the middle. It was always one or the other.

After changing and applying the mask, Lance flopped down on the couch to wait for his pizza. And the salad. Per Hunk’s request.

•|~|~|~|•

“Wow, you again Keith? I never would’ve expected you!”

The familiar delivery boy tilted his head and smirked. “You say that as if you didn’t specifically request me.”

“I would never.”

“Sure, Lance.”

“Damn right, sure.” Lance let his hip weight fall to the side and held his arms out, displaying him in all his old hoodie, face masked glory. “By the way, how do I look?”

Honestly, Keith wanted to say a million things. How the light practically made him glow. How the pose he struck was equal parts inviting and playful, it was enticing. He looked beautiful. Perfect. But the instructions said “pretty,” so Keith guessed that’s what he’d say. Lance took notice of his surprised blush and smirked. “Well?”

“You look very pretty tonight, Mr. McClain.”

“Good job, Kogane.”

Keith would be going home with a $20 tip that night. After closing the door, Lance set the pizza on the counter, grabbing a soda from the fridge to drink way too fast a while later. Opening the lid of the box, he noticed something taped to the inside of the lid.

I know it may sound cheesy,

But a guy like you makes romance easy.

xxx-xxx-xxxx Keith

Lance ripped the note off and inspected it closer. A poem, his phone number… Maybe he should try it.

He entered the number into his phone and dialed, waiting for Keith while picking up a slice of pizza.

“Uh, hello?”

“Hi! Is this Keith?”

“Who are you? How did you get my number?”

“It’s Lance. You gave it to me, remember?”

“Oh. Hey Lance.”

“You know, I never put ‘write me a poem and give me your number’ in the instructions.”

Lance could hear Keith chuckle on the other side of the line. “I know. I did that myself.”

An hour, two and a half slices of pizza, and four interruptions later, both boys hung up the phone. Lance flopped on his bed, both him and the pizza box, somehow, in his room. He stared at the ceiling, dazed and smiling like a dork at the thought of seeing Keith again.

Lance hummed into his hands. “I think I’m in love. Oh god, I think I’m in love with Keith.”

•|~|~|~|•

Four days later, Lance ordered another pizza. Special instructions?

Ask me out on a date already, Keith.

The delivery boy smiled down at Shiro’s phone.

He’s more than happy to comply.

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[dammitadolfnomorecake]

**Cultivating Love**46**

Secretly Allura had always dreamed of what her life would be if she wasn’t a princess. She dreamed of exciting adventures and envied those able to undertake them. Now she was on her own adventure and it was not how she envisioned it. When Pidge and Lance had attacked the terrace she’d wanted to cheer for them. Shiro silencing her and dragging her off in his hold, instead of simply pointing out that maybe cheering loudly wasn’t that good of an idea. She even had a divine weapon in her hands, and a band of friends by her side… all the things she could dream of to make the adventure extra special. Except… as bad as it was… she wanted to see Lotor.

Her Lotor and Lance’s Lotor were different people in her mind. She couldn’t fathom him betraying them all the way he had. Her heart ached in sympathy for what he must have been through, and her brain wanted to slightly stab him repeatedly for using her the way he had. He’d never come across as the pervert prince Lance called him, at least not to her, and her pride was most definitely dented over it. She didn’t know what she was lacking. Why she was not good enough. Yet seeing he was a horrid man, she was grateful that he was before she got herself hurt by him.

Lying on the roof between Shiro and Keith, the pair were watching the scene below. How they could stand back and stay objective showed their own personal strength. Maybe if she was stronger she could have charged right in there and done something? She knew it was important to gather information, yet she wanted to be helping people and not hiding on a slippery roof.

“Shouldn’t we be doing something?”

Keith sighed as the words slipped from Allura’s mouth. She was kind of envious that she hadn’t gotten to go with Pidge and Hunk, seeing she knew Keith and Shiro were stubborn beyond words. She’d also noticed that the four of them spoke differently since returning from the demon realm, especially Pidge, and would have liked to ask more about the differences there. Patiently, Shiro asked

“Allura, are you scared?”

The courageous dreamer in her wanted to deny it outright. She did not wish to be coddled by Keith and Shiro, but who was she kidding?

“A little. I don’t know how to use Blue and I do not know what to do”

“We’ll keep you safe”

“I don’t want to be kept safe. I wish to help… yet… what if Blue won’t allow me to use the blade? I’m not a divine spirit beast”

It was Keith that answered instead of Shiro

“Look, the way I see it, you have the patience of a god as it is for putting up with Shiro and I for those six months. Gods are divine. Hence, you must have some divinity of your own. Lance knew you could handle Blue, he didn’t make the decision only because of his arm. He choose you to take Blue”

She didn’t expect that from with, Allura’s cheeks warming. She may have developed feelings for him if he wasn’t taken by Lance and Shiro in both heart and mind, and the fact that was the gentlest thing he had ever said to her when not speaking of Lance

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry, just don’t hesitate when the time comes. We’ll follow the roof along to the far end, then drop down to walkway. The others know what they are doing”

Allura supposed they did. The fox Pidge had made was beautiful, if not a little surprising in how robust it’s construction was

“I…”

“If you’re going to apologise again, I’ll have to get mad”

Allura snorted at Keith

“I was going to say I will follow your lead”

Shiro chuckled at the pair of them

“Don’t mind him. You don’t need to apologise. Let’s get moving again. We need to find our way down to the Emperor”

They were going to the Emperor?

“Sorry, when did we decide this?”

Shiro cautiously got to his feet so he was crouched beside Allura

“Just now. There’ll be plenty of guards there, and hopefully we’ll find others along the way that can fight with us. Plus, there is also the possibility that when they sealed the royal family, they were unaware of the spell traps laid by Zarkon’s supporters. Just because that spell hasn’t been completed doesn’t mean that another has and there could be demonic forces flowing in as we speak. Watch your footing, princess”

Following Keith, Allura somehow managed to keep her feet beneath her and reach the end of the roof in one piece. The drop from the roof at the end of the terrace wasn’t onto the same sort of walkway they’d climbed up from. Lowering himself, Keith made the drop with ease, despite it being a good four metres down. Pausing, she knew she couldn’t make the same jump. She’d never made such a jump before. Shiro making her jump

“Keith will catch you”

“Are you sure?”

“We’re not about to let you get hurt here. Go”

Shiro didn’t let her jump for herself, instead pushing her forward. Allura’s stomach dropping for the short moment it took to fall into Keith’s arms, then flatted Keith in the process. Annoyingly, Shiro landed next to them as lightly as Keith had. Both of them glaring up at him as he chuckled, then offered his hand to her

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Lance you jumped on Keith”

Taking Shiro’s hand, Allura’s glare was fierce

“I didn’t have the chance to jump, I was pushed off the edge”

“But were you really? Keith, are you okay?”

“Idiot. She didn’t have time to go limp. Help me up”

Allura stepped aside so Keith could get up, only he swept Shiro’s legs out from under him before jumping to his feet. Shiro much more slowly getting back on his. Obviously she hadn’t hurt Keith by falling on him, so she let herself giggle at the pair of them as Keith proudly stated

“Now we’re even”

“Really?”

Keith drew Black. Even if she was not divine in the same way as the others, Allura could feel the energy of Black. It was very different from Blue and Red… again she wished she’d asked the others for more information when she’d had the chance

“Yes. Allura, you weren’t hurt were you?”

“No, I’m quite alright, Keith. Thank you for catching me”

“It’s fine. You don’t weigh as much as Lance… wait, don’t tell him I said that”

“I won’t. Should I draw Blue?”

Patting her shoulder, Shiro shook his head

“Keith gets angry if he feels that he isn’t doing enough. Think of Black as his safety blanket”

“Black isn’t my safety blanket. Unlike you, I’m attempting to be prepared”

“And there you go again. This is why Lance teases you about your temper”

“He wouldn’t have to tease me if our realm wasn’t in danger”

“Then what about all the other times? Do we need to talk about it?”

“No, you need to stop showing off”

“Says you”

Giggling at the pair, they both turned towards her. Allura holding up her hands in mock surrender

“I’m sorry. I’m happy you two are speaking again so casually. Perhaps we should get moving? I don’t want to be found so easily thanks to you both bickering”

Shooting Shiro an annoyed look, Keith then started walking along the walling

“Well, what are you waiting for? Zarkon is hardly going to stop himself”

*

Despite the central forces gathered in the terrace, their group had come across another one of the hooded figures that had been keeping the hostages contained within the terrace. One moment Shiro had been by her side and the next Allura found herself caged by Keith’s body and the hooded stranger dispatched by Shiro. She wasn’t completely sure the stranger was dead until Shiro had taken them by the feet, dragging them out the hallway and into a side room. Clearly he’d done this before. All of it happened so fast that once again Allura felt lacking.

Following Shiro, Keith closed the door behind them. Shiro kneeling next to the figure as he peeled off their mask to reveal the face of a demon. A shudder ran down Allura’s spine. Despite being a demon, the person looked relatively young, no older than herself and at the very max Shiro.

“Keith, do you recognise them?”

“No. They weren’t in the pits with us”

“Okay. I’m going to seal their residual energy. Keep an eye on the door, take Allura out with you”

“Got it”

Following Keith outside the room, Allura didn’t understand why they’d followed Shiro in, only to be kicked out again

“What’s Shiro going to do?”

“Remove the heart. Normally demonic beasts rot away once they’ve been slain. In this case he’s removing the heart to prevent them from rising again. Once the heart is out, Shiro will purify it and it’ll crumble”

“Oh”

“We don’t do this often. Even if they would have chosen to return to battlefield mindless, they can’t voice their opinions when they’re dead”

“This is true. Keith, have you done this a lot? I mean… sneaking around and… doing this?”

“Not like this. Maybe once or twice in the last decade it’s been somewhere of importance. We both prefer a proper battlefield where those who die, die with honour. We’ll hold a bonfire for those corrupted once this has ended and hopefully their souls will be able to find peace”

There was something in Keith’s tone that made Allura think of Lance

“Lance will be alright”

Sighing at her, Keith gave the smallest of nods

“I know. I’m still worried. He easily fell for Sendak’s trap. I’m worried that he hadn’t ingested enough divine energy to keep his heart and mind pure”

“He seemed level headed enough”

“He wasn’t at all. I’ve been right there with him on more than one battlefield. He’s never been alright with taking a life. Not really, despite the circumstances. Plus, when he and Pidge get together they tend to bring out their competitive spirits thanks to Lance’s natural powers as a divine fox and Pidge’s illusions”

“Hunk will be okay too, right?”

Allura watched as Keith’s ears twitched. She doubted that Keith doubted Hunk, yet he probably did in the moment as he was not with Lance

“Hunk is a natural healer. He’s got strength and skills. He’s also the same as Lance and likely to go too far to protect those he loves… a bit like us. Um, I know this is not the right time, yet, thank you for everything. For saving Lance, and for your hospitality. I wasn’t the easiest person and I…”

“You don’t need to explain. As long as you three have talked, that’s all I need to know”

“We have. I miss and love Shiro, but the wound in my heart has faded, yet not left. Never mind, this is not the place”

“I’m sorry. I wanted to meddle when you were with me. You’re both so stubborn”

“So I’m told. I think perhaps you’re stubborn too, only hide it better”

Allura wanted to laugh, yet thought better of it seeing they were now inside

“I cannot deny that. There are a lot of things I wished I done. I wish I could have more faith. I wished I’d asked more about all of you”

“You’re fine the way you are. You can ask what you want to ask when we’re all together again”

“You know, I think the demon realm was good for you. You’ve been much gentler since you returned”

“You can blame Lance for that… Get back in the room, someone is coming”

“I can…”

“You can stay safe. Tell Shiro for me. The worst of it should be done by now”

Wanting to protest, Allura forced herself back into the room, making sure to close the door as quietly behind her as she could. Shiro had done what he’d needed to, the room smelling of blood badly enough for cover her nose. Wiping his hands off on the edge of his robe, Shiro frowned at her

“Allura?”

“Keith said someone is coming and sent me in”

“Right. Wait here. I’ll check the situation”

Again Allura wanted to protest… and again she did as she was told. Moving away from the door so Shiro could check outside. Too curious, she moved up behind him, peaking around Shiro but unable to see enough

“What is it? Is Keith okay?”

“Wait here. Keep the door shut”

“Wait…”

Shoved back by Shiro, the door was closed. It was then that Allura got another shiver up her spine. As she turned, to her horror the slain demon sat up. Its purple eyes fixing her straight in its undead gaze. Keith had only just told her moments ago this wouldn’t happen and now it had. Instead of remaining calm, Allura panicked, grabbing the door handle and trying her hardest to open it, only to find no give. She was trapped inside with a demon and no idea what to do, other than to hope Blue would accept her.

[kismetconstellations]

Bless your heart for your sweet comments! ❤ I always welcome well thought out, insightful commentary and additions on my meta posts.

There is so much to Voltron: Legendary Defender that warrants analysis, both positive, and negative, and I will forever encourage people taking deeper looks at any of these characters, and Shiro and Allura, especially, beyond who they ship with who and who is topping or bottoming in a sexual scenario.

Despite lurking on the fringes for years, I am very new to this fandom, and there is so much that I'm still learning. Particularly where the opinions of the showrunners and the utter chaos going on behind the scenes are concerned. Fandom elders discovering my posts and chipping in with firsthand accounts and information that I otherwise never might have found on my own is invaluable to me. ( ´͈ ◡ `͈ )

While searching for Gen fics focused on the platonic relationships between the Paladins, I stumbled onto the specific trend in Lance-focused angst, or "Langst", as the authors and fans have coined it, fanfiction of Allura and Shiro essentially ganging up on Lance for [insert reason here], as an excuse for the author to have Lance either wallow in misery about it, or go off on the big meanies for their supposed bias and poor decision-making and whatever other (fabricated) reason the author has for taking issue with them.

Then, I saw the same trend in a few Keith-centric angst fics. And, naturally, it popped up in L/K fics, as well, so Lance would have incentive to tear his "hero" a new one over being bigoted toward his woobie Galra boyfriend. It gets to the point that it's almost humorous, how melodramatic and predictable it is. You could make a checklist or Bingo card out of the tropes and plot beats utilized in every single one of these fics. One author even cut right to the chase and referred to Shiro as Allura's "attack dog". Which is so ridiculous, I can only laugh and roll my eyes at it.

What finally crossed the line for me, and inspired me to write up this post, is clicking on a fic with an interesting premise and none of the tags I've come to associate with Shiro and Allura bashing, only to find the author accurately portraying anxiety and PTSD, albeit in a way completely opposed to how they manifest in Shiro canonically, only to weaponize them against Shiro and vilify him for having and being impacted by them.

This fic contained multiple scenes of Shiro acting out in a manner faithful to the symptoms and thought and behavioral patterns of an intense anxiety disorder, only to be met with scorn and aggression from his teammates. There was never an attempt on their part to comfort him, or understand where he's coming from. Instead, his trauma-induced inaction culminated in Keith cursing at him, and mutinying against him along with Lance and Hunk to oust and depose him as the leader of Voltron.

Pidge's trauma in this same story was taken very seriously by the author and the characters, and every member of Team Voltron handled her with love and care.

Shiro was cast aside and treated like some sort of cruel, untrustworthy monster who betrayed them all and violently ripped his own pedestal out from under him.

Needless to say, as someone to whom mental health means a great deal, this fic left me legitimately upset. It's my fault for reading it, in the first place, and people can and should write whatever they want. Yet... with that being said...

I want to hope that the attitudes that members of this fan base display in regards to the two most overtly, extensively traumatized characters in the main cast (calling Allura a "bitch", applauding or being unbothered that she was allowed to kill herself because it "made sense for her character", rejoicing or shrugging off that Shiro was killed in the line of duty after suffering for two seasons, and outright admitting that they wish he would have stayed dead) aren't at all representative of the attitudes they have toward the actual trauma survivors in their own real lives. Imagining a real person being treated the way Shiro was in that fic distresses me immensely.

Thank you, again, for replying! And, it means a lot that you appreciate what I had to say, as undeniably Shiro-slanted as it was. ❤

It sits so wrongly with me that fans of particular characters- if you've had any interaction with the wider fan base, you can probably guess who- will weaponize Shiro and Allura's trauma against them to paint them in an unflattering light.

Allura's prejudice against the Galra following the destruction of her home planet and attempted genocide of her people is meant to be a character flaw. She ultimately learns that not all Galra are as corrupt and bloodthirsty as Zarkon as a byproduct of Shiro's willingness to put his faith in Galra allies, even after everything that the Galra soldiers under Zarkon's command subjected him to, and willingly works alongside Kolivan and Antok, trusting them not to betray or harm her.

A teenaged genocide survivor having misgivings about members of the species that betrayed her father and annihilated her home world and her people's culture does not make her a "bitch". No matter how difficult it is to watch her be cold and mistrusting with Keith for the handful of episodes prior to her overcoming this trauma-induced flaw.

And, Shiro is not her equally prejudiced "attack dog" who is perfectly willing to turn on his closest friend on a dime, once it comes to light that said best friend shares the blood of the species that brutalized and attempted to break him.

A good chunk of the conflict in Shiro's Escape, an episode I'd wager most of this particular brand of fans tends to skip, is Allura and the rest of Team Voltron being at odds with Shiro over his implicit, unwavering trust in Ulaz.

If Shiro shared Allura's prejudice, or reinforced it, this tension between them never would have existed.

Do these fans just forget the hug that Shiro pulled Keith into the episode immediately following the "Keith is Half-Galra" reveal? The hug that took place in full view of everyone, including Allura?

Nor has Shiro ever been someone whose go-to response when his amygdala overfires is to flee, prioritizing his own safety over that of his teammates. Even when activated and having flashbacks, his immediate instinct is not flight, or fight, it's freeze.

He poses more of a risk to his own safety than anyone else's, and that's putting aside his propensity for sacrificing himself to give someone else a fighting chance.

Once again, I must reiterate that I am not the Fandom Police and people can write whatever they wish. I just hate how some fans feel that the only way to build their favorites up is to tear other characters down in a manner completely insensitive to trauma survivors who display some, perhaps less than "palatable", symptoms.

I've been online long enough to know that it's too much to expect character bashing to ever completely cease to exist. But, I do wish it would be tagged appropriately. Especially when it involves warping two genuinely good, innately self-sacrificing, and heroic characters who battle consistently not to allow their trauma to break them, to the point that they're unrecognizable, all while using the personal experiences that left them with their indelible scars as some sort of sick justification.

[rainteaanddragons]

I wrote this one for @cluelesslesbian who did the sweetest piece of art that I just had to write a fic for 💜

You can find the art here 😊

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Couples(?) Costume

Keith had sworn to himself, even back when he started at the Garrison, that he would never be seen at a Halloween party, especially in costume, yet here he was. Shiro had pushed him unceremoniously through the front door to Lance’s parents house insisting that it would be “fun” and that he [Keith] “needed a break”.

To Keith, the latter of those two statements was actually true. They’d been back on earth on and off for nearly a year at this point and Keith had thrown himself into his work with the Blade. It was easier dealing with the aftermath of all he’d experienced by working. By being useful and keeping busy.

Keith wondered if it was Shiro coming to check on him in his old place he’d lived in before and finding him passed out, still in his Blade uniform that tipped him off that he needed a break. Or maybe it was the week old milk in the fridge. Keith couldn’t be sure.

So that was how he ended up at Lance’s parents' place in the country, in a cowboy costume that consisted of all his own clothes, a hat he’d stolen from Lance an age ago, and a wheat stem he had collected along the way. A wheat stem he realised he would now have to remove from his mouth nearly every time he talked unless he wanted to sound strange.

Deciding that getting a drink was task one in this costumed nightmare, Keith heads towards the kitchen. Keith notices that the closer he walks to the kitchen the more whispers follow him.

“Are they-?”

“Is that a couples costume?”

“I didn’t know they were dating.”

Now Keith isn’t a stranger to whispers. They’d been his constant companion since the first time he was nearly thrown out of the Garrison, and the second, and the third.

This though?

It didn’t make any sense in the slightest. Couple’s costume? Dating? Dating who? Keith is as single as a lone plant dreaming of water in a desert. The water in this painful metaphor being Lance.

He is tugged abruptly from his thoughts by a tall squishy, purple and blue sleeping bag plastered with multiple eyes and spikes. On further inspection it turns out to be Hunk, in what Keith now can only guess is a Weblum costume.

“Is there something you need to tell me?” Hunk asks in a tone that clearly says he has more of an insight to the whispers than Keith does. Though that isn’t difficult.

“What,” Keith throws up his hands, nearly knocking his hat off, “are they talking about?”

“Oh,” Hunk looks crestfallen, “you didn’t plan this?”

“Didn’t plan what?” Keith asks in a low voice. A thousand possibilities running through his mind.

“The matching costumes.” Pidge says from behind him, moving to stand next to Hunk. They are wearing what looks like a home made copy of the official Green Lion halloween costume.

“The matching costumes?” Keith splutters.

“Yeah, more commonly known as a ‘couples costume’.” They point out gently. “You usually plan it, as a couple.”

“I’m not dating anyone. Plus these are my normal clothes!” His voice raises in pitch as he speaks.

“Calm your farm Keith.” Hunk grins.

Keith chooses to ignore the pun. “Who am I matching anyway?” He asks at the same time that his mind starts wondering where Lance has got to.

“Who do you think?” Pidge asks.

“Why do you think we got so excited?” Hunk is looking at him incredulously from the head gap in the sleeping bag.

The dots connect quickly after that with a little oh occurring in his mind. Of all the people.

Keith knows Hunk and Pidge know about his feelings for Lance, he also knows Shiro knows. Suddenly Keith is wondering if Shiro knew about this costume thing from the start. This is when Hunk points to a spot behind where Keith is standing.

Keith turns around to see Lance standing there staring at him with equal confusion.

For a moment Keith can’t work out how their costumes could be a couples costume at all. Then he takes in the white sleeveless shirt Lance is wearing that is covered in what looks like hand painted black splotches and matching jeans. As his gaze is pulled to Lance's face he notices the hand made ears that are sticking up from his brown hair on either side of his head. He had even drawn a black splotch on the end of his nose.

Oh. Keith feels as a blush spreads over his cheeks and wishes the floor would swallow him up.

Thankfully, Lance comes out of his stupor first, a wide smile brightening his expression. “Keith!” He exclaims, “you said you weren’t coming.” As Lance leans in for a hug Keith notices the blush that has spread over his cheeks too.

“Shiro said I needed a break.” Keith managed a smile in return as he broke away from the hug. “Nice costume.”

Lance’s blush deepens. “Nice costume yourself.”

“I’m going to get a drink.” Keith says abruptly and heads towards the kitchen. To his dismay, Lance follows him. He had been hoping to deal with his embarrassment in peace. Once in the kitchen Keith downs a shot of whatever is closest, then turns to Lance. “Shiro suggested it, the Cowboy costume I mean.”

“Hunk and Pidge name dropped Kalternecker too a lot over the past week.” Lance narrows his eyes.

“Are you thinking they played us?” Keith was going to murder Shiro when he found where he’d very conveniently wandered off to.

Lance nods. “Strangely though, I don’t mind that they did.”

“Huh?” Keith’s heart rate goes up tenfold. What does he mean?

”It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you around. You sorta dropped off the radar after we returned to earth and everything was sorted.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Too busy to see a friend?”

“I thought you and Allura would be busy unifying the galaxies or-”

“We broke up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I-” Keith quickly counters but Lance interrupts with a shrug and a smile.

“Oh, don’t! We figured out it wasn’t working, for both of us. We get along well enough though.”

Lance then sighs, and not a frustrated sigh or a I don’t want to explain this again sigh. To Keith, it seems like a ‘I want to say something but I’m not sure how’ sigh.

Keith smiles warmly, taking in Lance’s expression and loving the way his nose scrunches up a little in thought. For once the little bubble of hope in his chest grows a little.

“Lance I-” Keith says at the exact same time that Lance says “Keith I-”.

“You go first.” Keith says with a small nod.

“Keith,” he starts, but for a moment seems unsure for how to continue, then, “you remember the day I came and found you sitting on the Black Lion with Kosmo watching the sunset? The day before launch day, when I’d asked Allura on a date and I was all worried about Altean customs. You calmed me down and sent me on my way.”

Vividly. “Yeah…” Keith trails off, wondering where on earth he is going with this.

“Well I’ve thought about it a lot since then, and I think-” he pauses, nose scrunching, “I think, for a moment there, you wanted to say something else.”

Shit. Lance wasn’t wrong, he’d been moments away from telling him the truth that evening (the other truth - every word he’d said to Lance that night had been true). Lance had been so vulnerable with him, and bathed in the light of the sunset he’d looked so, so beautiful. That evening though, Keith couldn’t find it in him to do so. It would have ruined Lance’s night, or so he had thought back then. Telling that truth now though, Keith was just as hesitant, but for different reasons. His indecision must have shown on his face as Lance spoke again.

“You did, didn't you? You wanted to say something different.”

“I didn’t want to ruin your night by possibly confusing you.”

“Then tell me now.”

“What?” Keith gaped, feeling as a faint blush spread over his cheeks again.

“What did you really want to say that night?”

“Everything I told you that night is true, but-” Keith pauses, fumbling over his words.

“Go on.” Lance gives him an encouraging smile.

“But, until you’d said you were going on a date with Allura, I had wanted to say that you mean more to me than I could ever put into words. That I’d had feelings for you for a long time, and that if we made it through the end of the war that I wanted to ask you out.”

There is a long silence. Or at least Keith thinks it is a long silence. It feels like it. His heart is thudding somewhere in his throat and his stomach churns as if he needs to be sick. He places the wheat stem back in his mouth after speaking as if the act of doing so might calm his nerves. He watches Lance carefully, but his expression is unreadable. Then Lance smiles and Keith has never seen something so warm, so genuine from Lance in a moment that is all for him. He thinks his heart might burst, and if it hadn't right then, Lance’s next words were enough to make it so.

“That’s good,” Lance says, still looking at Keith like he is the world, his world, “because that is all I’ve wanted to hear from you for quite a while.”

Lance steps towards where Keith is leaning against the kitchen counter, and reaches over to gently pluck the wheat stem from between Keith’s lips with delicate fingers. Lance sticks it in Keith’s hat before leaning in slowly to kiss him.

The kiss is warm and gentle, but it is also tingling and fireworks, and when Lance’s hand rises to cradle the back of Keith’s neck and his fingers twine in his hair Keith thinks that maybe, just maybe, he is finally home. All that matters is Lance kissing him in his kitchen in silly matching costumes that up until that moment Keith had thought would be the mishap to send their friendship slowly into ruin.

“How about next year we plan a couple’s costume?” Lance asks softly against his lips when he pulls away slightly.

“Absolutely not.” Keith replies with a soft chuckle.

The expression on Lance's face when he leans back completely tells Keith that for Lance, he will probably have changed his mind on couples costumes by this time next year for more moments like this. When Lance offers him a warm smile, leans in and kisses him again Keith is sure of it.

~

I hope you enjoyed this, and that it was what you hoped! Thank you again for letting me write it! I hope this fic brings you as much joy as it did for me writing it!

I changed a few little cannon things because the ending of this show hurts my soul, it made sense I hope! Also I HC Pidge as non-binary, and I'm in the habit of writing them like that now, I hope that's okay!

[damnlance]

[klance blurb thingy 1]

{PINING}

please tell me why lance is the ‘obviously pining from far away’ type

especially when keith’s around

like okay imagine lance and keith are hanging out with all their friends right

probably at some cute, old little diner because lance is always in the mood for a milkshake and keith loves spending all his coins on the pinball machine

of course when they get there, they all cram into one booth even tho shiro and hunk have the broadest shoulders of the group and trying to spread out is a little hard but they always make it work

lance will order drinks and food for the whole table because he’s memorized everyone’s orders and his irresistible ✨charm✨ comes in handy when he goes out on a limb to ask their waiter or waitress for an extra basket of fries on the house

and yeah it works bc it’s lance and he’s so charming and loves the way it gets mixed reactions from his friends like allura giggling, hunk sighing, pidge rolling her eyes, shiro ignoring him but also being secretly happy for the free fries, coran being the proud uncle he is, and keith - blushing like a mad man and trying to hide it bc lance is an idiot

as they’re waiting for their food, lance will ask for a kids coloring page and crayons and color the various pictures with hunk and pidge (and hunk would kick lance’s ass at tic-tac-toe)

keith will wander off with allura and coran as they watch him play on the pinball machine with his pocket full of quarters ready to play for as long is it takes the food to be done

and it’s so annoying how good he is because allura and coran will cheer for him or laugh or praise him and it’ll immediately grab lance’s attention away from coloring his half of the kid’s coloring page

he’ll slowly look up, pretending to be looking out for their food or watching one of the various tv’s playing some funky music video from the 80’s but really his eyes are glued to keith

and lance won’t ever understand how something as simple and played out as a stinkin pinball machine could bring out a side of keith that lance wishes he could see all the time

keith, standing there with his gloved hands on either side of the machine, long black hair tucked behind his ear on one side as his bangs dangle over his stupidly gorgeous violet eyes, his thick eyebrows frowned up as he concentrates on the game

smirk on his face

and sometimes, when the game’s getting good, his eye will light up like lightning flashing across a dark, stormy sky, and his lip will curl into a smirk as he leans closer to the machine because he’s winning

that’s when lance just can’t bring himself to look away because keith looks so cute when he’s winning, like a little kid in a candy shop, his features usually hard and brooding are now so soft and pure and beautiful

and something inside lance will go off and make the hairs on his arms stand up and a chill go down his spine and a small smile spread across his face because keith’s smile is so pretty he should smile more why doesn’t he smile more it’s so contagious lance feels lightheaded

he can’t look away because his heart is beating so fast and if he so much as takes a breath or blinks, he’s afraid he’ll miss these little moments that no one else pays attention to because they’re all too dense to notice just how amazing keith is

how cool keith is

how cute and pretty and wonderful keith is

and lance will let out a lovestruck sigh as he slumps forward and begins to daydream about how great life would be if he and keith ever got together even though that’s literally impossible because lance is very sure keith hates his guts and doesn’t want anything to do with him 😔

but the greatest part is when keith does win! and the small smile on his face turns into something big and real and unfiltered and he balls his gloved fists and shakes them victoriously in the air as coran and allura clap and pat him on the back

and lance will silently cheer from where he sits in the booth, laughing and smiling along with keith, wishing he was over there to celebrate too

wishing he could pat keith’s back or give him a high five or a hug, anything to be near him and to see that beautiful smile up close, to feel the warmth from keith’s happy energy radiating into lance’s bones

oh, how lance wishes to be keith’s

how he wishes he could just drop all the stupid rivalry crap between them and be something more

something real

and of course the moment would be ruined when keith catches him STARING (because he’s been staring for like 5 minutes) and lance’s inner bi panic would activate and he would frown at keith for catching him and reflexively flip him the middle finger as if it was keith’s fault for catching him

keith would frown back and roll his eyes as he turns back around to play again

and lance would sit there, trying so hard to calm his erratic heart, pounding against his rib cage like it’s trying to burst out of his chest

his cheeks and ears would be so red and hot from the flush that came and rose from his neck

and he would try to play it off like it suddenly got hot in the fifteen minutes they’ve been inside

clearing his throat, lance would try to go back to coloring but would stop because he can feel eyes on him

he’d look up to see if they were keith’s but would ultimately find that they are not keith’s

but instead hunk’s, pidge’s, and shiro’s, the three of them staring and smirking at lance who’s been pining so hard from far away

and lance would clear his throat and pretend he had something on his face, wiping his cheek and grabbing his vanilla milkshake and setting it right in front of his face to cool him down

when the food comes, keith will let allura and coran slide into the booth first and sit down so he would be directly across from lance

their friends would engage in small talk as they eat, talking about how good their food is or something else that would pop into their minds

keith would eat his burger and fries in silence, only looking up if someone were to mention or call his name

and lance would do the same, too engaged in dipping his hot, salty fries into his creamy milkshake to pay attention to the conversations going on

but something would catch his attention

a feeling

he can feel eyes on him again

and he would look over to hunk and pidge and shiro, who are all talking over each other all at once

he would look to allura and coran, who are listening and stuffing their faces

and then those piercing blue eyes would look up and across from him

and find those gorgeous violet eyes on him like the skin on his bones

blood would rush to his cheeks but instead of looking away, lance would stare back

and watch keith turn into a flustered mess

lance would smirk and keith would present his signature frown in response

and lance would get a sudden rush of courage in his veins and push his free basket of fries towards keith, offering him some

keith would twist his bushy eyebrows up in confusion, asking lance if he’s sure

and lance would nod, shaking the basket of free fries

keith would relax his features

and smile softly at lance, reaching over his own food to take a couple of fries

something deep in lance would burn low, a feeling of satisfaction simmering within him, knowing that keith is eating his free fries because lance offered them and keith accepted

keith would shove the fries into his mouth and lance would stare shamelessly, drinking his milkshake and daydreaming once again about what it would be like to share every single basket of fries he would ever get in his life with keith

of course keith would pretend not to notice lance staring and ignore the sudden spike in his pulse or the butterflies dancing around in his stomach

and because he’s keith, he would [not so] accidentally brush his foot against lance’s underneath the table just to get a reaction out of the cuban boy

lance would jolt a little and meet eyes with keith in surprise

keith would have that same smirk on his face from when he was playing pinball

and lance would reciprocate the gesture, paying no mind to the voice in the back of his head giving him hope

he would simply smirk back, and quirk his eyebrow in a challenge

[END]

[cluelesslesbian]

• lance choses his room first because he's pretty overwhelmed by the whole situation

• one minute he's seeing what pidge is up to with hunk back at the garrison

• the next, he's flying in a mechanical blue lion, meeting alteans in some castle on another planet

• he needed some alone time to think things over

• him, hunk, pidge, shiro and ugh- mullet head, are supposed to become the paladins of voltron?

• it was a lot to take in

• when could he see his family?

• would they possibly take a pit stop to earth?

• his family doesn't have a clue on where he is

• keith is following not far behind and notices which bedroom lance chooses

• he looks around the hall as if someone would be there to judge his decision

• and chooses the room right beside lance's

• not because he wanted some excuse to be near lance of course to possibly get rid of the whole rivalry thing

• it just...happened accidentally

• he finds himself regretting his decision

• when lance finds out he's a little taken back, assuming he'd choose a room next to shiro's

• he wasn't going to admit this either because they're rivals 😤

• but he was a bit happy to have keith's room near his

• and would hide how he really feels with a "god. i can't believe mr. drop out PURPOSELY choose his room next to mine just to bug the shit out of me, smh."

• keith's response to that would be something like: "ha...yeah, cause i hate you. a lot. there's no other reason why i choose that room. nope. not at all."

• lance gets obnoxious by blasting music in his bedroom purposely during random times of the day, singing along with the songs

• keith either kicks the wall (which does nothing)

• or comes in the room with his knife held up high

• because of their rooms being together, they're told to wake each other up

• keith ends up having to wake up lance more other than vice versa

• he walks into the room, awkwardly standing there and just kind of staring before actually attempting to wake him up

• he slides lance's headphones down gently and nudges his shoulder

• lance only mumbles, reaching out to grab keith's arm

• keith has a small gay panic and ends up yelling his name, yanking his arm away

• which freaks the fuck out of lance

• he doesn't shut up about how keith "aggressively woke me up like the castle was on fire! i thought getting older meant i wouldn't get crazy wake up calls like the one's my siblings would do."

• the rare and i mean rare times when lance wakes keith up

• lance will barley touch keith's shoulder and he jolts awake, grabbing his knife from under the pillow

• some nights when keith wakes up, due to a nightmare, he hears the gentle yet muffled from a guitar coming from lance's room

• sometimes he'll even hear him singing softly

• it soothes keith, making it easier for him to fall back asleep

• one time keith accidentally walks in on lance playing the guitar during the day

• he sorta freezes up but relaxes his shoulders after a moment

• they just sort of stare at each other in awkward silence

• keith: you know- i've heard you play before- not to sound creepy or anything...and uh, you're pretty good

lance: really? thanks man. playing usually helps me cope when i'm down in the dumps and has just become a hobby of mine

• then lance gives keith the softest smile ever that makes keith's heart pump as if he'd just ran laps around the castle

• he makes up a lame excuse to leave

• lance frowns at his sudden excuse and assumes he'd said the wrong things and starts apologizing

• keith waves him off, apologizing himself, telling lance he wouldn't mind hearing him play some more

• so lance offers he sits across from him as he played

• lance explains the song he's playing was his mothers favorite song, singing the lyrics in spanish

• keith had no idea what he was saying, but that didn't matter

• what mattered was the joy displayed on his face as he sung, confidence shining through his eyes

• at this moment keith had come to realize that his crush he had on lance might be something more

this one went from klance having rooms next to each other to keith pinning over lance playing the guitar- whoops

— 🌙 moon anon

YESYESYES

I cannot believe we have no context for how the paladins chose their rooms?? Like ajdkfl WHAT YOU WROTE IS SO GOOD- the creators couldve totally shown us how the paladins would cope after tough battles by showing us a scene like that???

aaaanyways now for my screeching

I LOVE the langst. like srsly.

Lance would totally feel comfortable with Keith's room next to his- BECAUSE Keith doesn't remember know him as well as the Garrison Duo

Like hear me out,, it's so much easier to let yourself feel sad when you know you don't have to worry about?? making others feel responsible for it????

So Hunk and Pidge would only make him bottle up his feelings more,

Hunk especially would feel bad about Lance feeling bad which would make Lance feel bad and itll just spiral right there

and Shiro is his HERO- absolutely no way Lance wants to show "weakness" around him (very unhealthy mindset btw! feelings ain't bad to have, but I get idk wanting to pretend youre invincible to look good in front of people u admire :/ )

But Keith???? yeah. he'll work....

idk maybe I'm projecting too much with that^ one ahdjfk MOVING ON

awkward keith checking to make sure no one is gathering evidence that he's a simp??? hilarious and completely logical bc pidge and shiro would DRAG HIS ASS if they found out 😂

KEITH PULLING OUT THE KNIFE EVERY CHANCE HE GETS- LIKE THE DRAMATIC KING HE IS??? *CHEF'S KISS*

klance x music! klance x music! klance x music!!!

like that whole last scene was so soft I'm in love with it 🥺❤

PINING KEITH!!! BUT AFTER GETTING TO KNOW LANCE again?? AND LIKE NOT NECESSARILY AWAY??? TOP NOTCH

@lesbianklance come get yall juice

[petri808]

Oh look at the date! Klance ficlet for @diablosart they know why lol 😏

“What the hell we’re you thinking?!” Keith snapped as he popped his helmet off and chucked it hard at the ground. “Thanks to you were now trapped in a cave in!”

“Look, I’m sorry! I got distracted!” Lance snapped back.

“By what?! We were supposed to be scanning for the jababian dagger. What were you doing, watching your smut videos again?!”

Lance pulled off his helmet with a scoff. “First off, I don’t watch smut videos. Second, even if I did, that’s none of your business. And third, no, I was scanning, just wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

Keith rolled his eyes and spat back with a sarcastic riff. “Well that explains why you knocked both our cats out of the damn air crashing us into this place!”

Using a flashlight, Keith scanned the inside of the cave and noticed a lot of fractures spanning the walls. According to the computer in his Lion, the cave was full of an unstable and weak type of volcanic rock. ‘No wonder it caved in so easily…’ He groaned again. “Just great, if we try to blast our way out, it might collapse the ceiling on us.” Keith walked over to his helmet and picked it up. “I’ll need to do a thorough analysis before attempting to break free. The computers on the ship could do a better job scanning this cave, but they won’t arrive until morning.”

“Are you serious?! We’re stuck in here?!”

“At least for the night, so, stop your bitching since you’re the one who got us into this mess! Why don’t you start a fire while I get to work with the computer.”

“Fine,” Lance stomped away muttering to himself. He was just happy Keith was too irritated and didn’t press him further on what he’d been distracted about.

The pair had been sent ahead of the rest of the Voltron group to look for some kind of special dagger. Lance couldn’t remember what was so important about it, just that it possessed magical properties and they didn’t want it falling into the enemy’s hands. A distress signal was sent out to their ship, so now they just needed to settle in and stay warm until help arrived. He managed to find a cache of old animal bones deeper in the cave to use as fuel for the fire, coupled with some dried leaves and tetrodontyl feathers that must have blown in over the years for kindling. Whether it would last the night was yet to be seen, but it was all he had to work with. Their Lions only held so much in terms of supplies because they weren’t meant to hold long term reserves. But luckily there were emergency blankets and some instant rations they could eat.

Lance never realized just how cold and uninviting a cave could truly be until he became stuck in one. It was creepy with the sounds of bugs scurrying in the darkness, water drops echoing through the silent air, and occasional cracking sounds from any temperature fluctuations. He hated the quiet emptiness because it left open room for his mind to wander and more thoughts to break through as he stared into the flames of their campfire. Lance frowned and brows furrowed, remembering the distraction that led to this debacle. Of course, this was the opposite of what he would have wanted! Their lions sustained damage, and to be stuck, alone, with the reason for his distracted mind was causing his stomach to turn inside out.

Maybe Lance should have pushed Keith harder to drag Pidge or Hunk or Allura along on this trip and not him, anyone but him. He didn’t want to come. Didn’t want to be alone with the man. Hasn’t, for a while now ever since he’d developed different feelings for the guy. ‘How ironic,’ Lance groaned in his head. To go from professional jealousy to romantic pining, he was such a fool. Could anyone blame him? Keith was handsome and smart, but not surprisingly it took someone who could be as hot-headed as himself to catch his eye. Or maybe it was surprising if Lance really thought about it. Girls easily caught his attention, but with Keith it was an attraction that grew through close working confines and of admiration. In essence, he fell for the character of the man and not just for his looks.

“Oi?” Keith snapped his fingers to get Lance’s attention. “The eta is now 8 hours till Shiro and the rest get here.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, okay.” Lance responded in a rather distracted tone that mirrored the monotonous looping thoughts in his head. He felt horrible about causing this disaster in the mission while at the same time kept thinking about Keith…

“That’s all you can say?” Keith questioned his teammate. “Okay?” But when he received no response, he pushed the man’s shoulder hard. “What is going on with you lately Lance? You’ve been distracted a lot and it’s starting to affect your performance.”

“Am I not allowed to have a bad day?” Lance retorted. “Everyone has their bad days, man, it’s not always a crisis.”

Keith sighed. His anger had dissipated but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still annoyed. He thought they were close enough friends that would turn to each other if something was wrong, but apparently he was mistaken. “It’s my job as the leader to worry, so cut the bullshit Lance. I know enough to know something is really bothering you. If you don’t wanna talk about it, fine, but you need to figure it out cause this,” he gestured to their damaged lions, “can’t keep happening.”

“I know, I know,” Lance dropped his head with a long exhale. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to screw up. It’s just— there’s something eating me up and I have no idea what to about it.”

A silence took hold as the two men sat there illuminated by the fire’s light. Keith didn’t want to keep pushing, but he could see the angst on Lances face and it bothered him. In all the years they’ve known each other, there was only one other time he’d ever seen the man so… sad? But it couldn’t be for the same reason, because if Lance had met a new girl he was interested in, Keith was certain he would have heard about it immediately. Lance wasn’t exactly shy about the subject unlike himself. So, what could it be? Keith stared at the fire as he pondered what to say next, but nothing really felt right to say to his friend. This wasn’t exactly a topic he was skilled in with his own little buried secret. For the next couple of hours, they stayed that way, shifting only to stoke the fire or eat some of the rations they had available. It would probably be a great idea to get some rest, but neither made a move to do so. Just… kept staring in awkward silence at a dying fire.

The temperature change in the cavern was slower than it would have been if exposed to the outside air, but nonetheless, by the mid-way mark of their wait the pair could feel it dropping. Blankets were pulled tighter around their bodies in an effort to hold back the cold, and the men had moved closer together to conserve the body heat between them. Maybe it was the exhaustion kicking in, but the limited distance no longer bothered Lance. The hours of silent reflection were also leading him to one conclusion. If he wanted to stop the frustration, coming clean was the best solution. Yet one thing kept holding him back from making the leap— the proverbial aftermath.

Yeah, so telling Keith how he really felt might take the weight off his shoulders, but what would happen after that? What if Keith is disgusted? He’ll not only lose a friend, but how could they continue working together? That would be so uncomfortable! Lance groaned in his head. Would he be willing to give up his role in Voltron? What if Keith ended up leaving instead, causing him to feel guilty about it? Would the others hold it against him? Maybe if they talked it out, they can work out something amicable… ‘Argh!’ Lance screamed in his head as cradled his lowered head. Why did he fall for a teammate!

Keith looked over at the movement and saw Lance’s demeanor. “If you’re tired, why don’t you rest?”

“It’s not that,” Lance mumbled. “I mean I am, but it’s not that.”

“Oh…”

“Have you ever had a crush on someone but didn’t know how to tell them?”

‘So it is over a girl…’ Keith’s brow raised. “Why can’t you tell them?”

“Because, it’s awkward when you’ve known them for so long.”

‘Huh, so maybe it is Allura.’ Keith couldn’t say he was surprised, but it stung just a little. “You should probably just tell them, I mean if it’s eating you up this bad, isn’t it better to just know how they feel too?”

“I don’t know…” Lance sighed. “It’s not like they’ve ever given me a reason to think they’d like me back.”

“Still, once you do know, you can start moving forward again, cause right now you’re stuck and that’s worse.”

Lance glanced over to Keith who was looking in his direction. The man was right. Didn’t make a decision any easier… but he was probably right and all he could do is hope for the best. That didn’t mean he was ready to face Keith head-on either or see the physical reaction the man might have. Lance turned his head away and kept his arms wrapped tightly around himself for protection. “It’s… you…” he mumbled quietly.

“Come again? I didn’t catch that.”

“I said… It’s you.” Lance mumbled again, but this time a little louder.

“Me??”

“See, yeah, I told you it would be awkward— just forget I said anything. I feel better just getting it out.”

Keith forced Lance to turn back to him. “No, I mean I was just surprised cause you’re always chasing after women, but—”

“I’ll just drop it and move on,” Lance cut him off. “I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable.”

“But that’s the thing,” Keith interjected, “I’m not. It’s okay because I’ve liked you too but I just thought you weren’t into guys.”

Lances eyes flashed wide. He really hadn’t expected such a response, especially not this quickly. “You do?” His voice trembled as he verified the man’s statement.

“Yeah…” Keith blushed. “I don’t exactly have experience in this stuff, but I like you too Lance.”

Lance jumped up in excitement. “Wow— for once my screw up turned out to be a good thing!”

“Uh-huh…” Keith chuckled. “But don’t do that again!”

[moonboykeith]

my keith headcanons (no one asked for this but you're getting it anyway >:) )

he/they pronouns. (i'll be using both for them in here so please don't get confused if you see me using them and he in the same sentence while referring to keith.)

non binary or boyflux.

gay + demisexual

japanese

autistic

his real name is akira but he goes by keith because he got made fun of by his classmates for his name when he was young and now keith feels like his name more than akira ever did. but he still hasn't changed his name to keith yet to honor his father.

shiro taught him japanese.

is an artist but rarely lets anyone see his art since it's quite personal for him.

coffee addict.

could play electric guitar fairly well before voltron. now lance helps him relearn.

if shiro or lance don't drag him to bed they'll stay up all night. they've got no self control.

conspiracy theorist ofc. lance made everyone wear tinfoil hats instead of birthday caps on keith's 20th bday party. keith wasn't amused.

drank tea one morning instead of coffee upon allura's suggestion, thought it tasted weird. allura and lance took that personally.

absolutely no impulse control. once put hot sauce over their already too spicy ramen because pidge said he couldn't do it.

absolutely adores spicy food, even if it makes him tear up and blow fire. the spicier the better. krolia says he gets that from her since his dad hated spice.

bites his nail when he's thinking too hard. lance thinks it's a nasty habit.

named his bike red in the memory of his lion.

would start a fight with a kid if not held back.

pidge and keith are bestfriends.

uses dark humor for coping mechanism.

weekly or monthly cryptid hunts are mandatory.

finds it hard to differentiate between a instigation to fight and flirting. lance tries his best to make it easier for him to understand but he likes their bickering a lot too.

while he does enjoy earth a lot, nothing makes them happier than being in space with the ones they love. especially now that the war is over.

he is not that bad of a cook of given a recipe with clear set of instructions and sufficient time but usually he sticks to pretending to be a bad cook because he's lazy like that.

takes kosmo with him everywhere. except that bathroom ofc, kosmo waits outside the door for him then and growls at whoever that tries to use the bathroom even if it is a public bathroom and keith needs only one stall.

they cannot sleep with more than one pillow and a thin blanket. lance on the other hand needs five pillows, a nice quilt and a plushy shark to go to sleep. so both of them compromised and settled with one blanket, one extra pillow along with the ones they'll use under their head and a plushy shark instead.

practically a lizard. he gets too cold and too hot easily depending on the weather. krolia told him it's a galra thing. pidge and lance say he's a lizard.

they collect new knives from each planet they visit. the rest of the team is concerned about his alarmingly fast growing collection of knives. coran thinks it's cool.

they still sleep with a knife under their pillow. lance... adjusts.

had never worn a bright shade of color in his life until he got forced into wearing it by lance, romelle, allura and hunk. shiro took pics and made sure to not let him live it down.

teared up after shiro asked him to be his best man for the wedding.

might've cried a bit during his best man's speech.

kosmo is their child and the only person they're willing to be publicly affectionate with. lance isn't jealous. nope.

loves his team very much and will fight zarkon's dead soul with a plastic fork for them. :)

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might post some for others later!