#kogan writing

[stormyboi7]

Stormy Vailyurd has had three years to adjust to life on Earth, though now, something calls to him from the darkness… can it be trusted?

Chapters 3 & 4 of STORMY THE STORMTROOPER STORIES BOOK 1: THE FIRST MISADVENTURE, out now!

READ IT HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54124378/chapters/137038225

[soadscrawl]

i wasnt gonna post this but that first little doodle had ppl yodeling on instagram so...... camp staff au

[heynhay]

<slides in last minute> i made it to mermay! insp from this lovely piece by @speakswords

[frozenfrogz]

Me when I read a fic but that one character is nothing like how they would normally act.

[tamaytsuki]

“Suddenly a song starts playing on the radio, Lance recognizes the melody, one that he used to see his parents dance to whenever they thought they were alone.

Without thinking much about it, he grabs Keith’s hand and puts his other hand on his waist. Keith caught by surprise widens his eyes and raises his eyebrows, but soon starts laughing as he realizes what’s happening, it was a common occurrence for Lance to grab him to dance to whatever was on the radio.

Swaying from side to side, they both let the sweet melody guide their steps.”

I was listening to Velha Infância - Tribalistas while drawing this, and I like to imagine they are dancing to it.

[serqphiim]

short klance fic + art that goes with it :3

once more to see you.

Keith was always good at keeping things to himself, keeping things secret, but this was getting hard to hide.

Every day was the same, the team called in to be briefed on their mission, and everyone sat together in one room. Keith and Lance as far away from each other as possible, Lance’s gaze flicking to Keith every so often. It was unnoticed by the rest of the team, but Keith always knew. He would quickly look up at Lance, but then turn his attention back to the mission. He couldn’t let himself indulge in things like that for more than a second.

Not here at least, not with everyone watching.

He knew the risks. They all did. The team wasn’t exactly the kind of group to be open about relationships—especially not one that involved the two of them. The consequences would be too big, too...complicated.

————————————

After yet another mission, the paladins all sat down to debrief. Everyone but Keith. The others didn’t seem to notice, but Lance did. Sure, Keith had this whole lone wolf thing going, but it wasn’t like him to just walk off without a word.

Lance excused himself and headed to the training deck, assuming that’s where Keith went.

As he approached the door he could hear heavy punches being thrown.

“Don’t you think you’re pushing yourself a little hard?’ Lance said as he walked into the room.

Keith turns, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. “What do you want, Lance?”

Lance smiles, but it’s a weak attempt at his usual bravado. “You just walked off. I figured I’d come check on you.”

Keith doesn’t respond, just grabs a towel and starts wiping his face. But there’s a tension in his movements, an unspoken acknowledgment of the weight between them.

“Keith,” Lance says softly, his voice losing its edge. “You have to take breaks sometimes. You’re gonna burn out otherwise.”

Keith finally looks at him, his eyes sharp but tired. “What else am I supposed to do? We don’t exactly get breaks, Lance. There’s no time for distractions.”

The word lingers heavily in the air.

Lance stepped closer to Keith. He cautiously turns to see if anyone else is around, not wanting anyone to hear this conversation.

“Is that what this is?” Lance asks, his voice barely above a whisper. “A distraction?”

Keith doesn’t answer for a moment. He looks down, his hands now gripping the towel so tightly his knuckles have turned white. “You know that’s not what I meant. It doesn’t matter what it is anyway. We can’t—”

“We can,” Lance interrupts, his voice stern but still quiet. “No one has to know, we don’t have to say anything. We can keep it—”

“Secret,” Keith finishes, finally meeting Lance’s eyes. “Because that’s what we do, right? Keep it a secret and pretend it’s not there when everyone else is around?”

Lance swallows hard, his chest aching. “I hate this just as much as you do, Keith,” he said, his words laced with frustration. “I hate having to act like nothing’s going on when I—when we—both know the truth.” He’s looking down at his feet now, afraid to look Keith in the eye. “If you want it to stop, it can. Is that what you want?”

Keith’s silence is answer enough. He doesn’t want to stop. But he doesn’t know how to keep going, either—not with the war, the team, the weight of all of it bearing down on them.

Keith reaches out for Lance’s hand before stepping closer to him. The two of them mere inches apart now, Lance looks up at him again.

“You know I don’t want to stop Lance, you know how I feel,” Keith says softly as he leans his forehead against Lance’s.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just stressed. The team already constantly has their eyes on me because they think I’m too impulsive. Imagine how they’d be if they knew about us…” Keith trails off.

“I know, trust me I know,” Lance says as he brings a hand up to Keith’s face, cradling it. “But you can’t let it get to you this much. We might not get to be open about everything, but we still have each other. No matter what.”

Lance held Keith’s face as he planted a soft kiss on his lips.

“You should really take a break though.” He said as he pulled away. “Go take a shower and get some rest.”

Keith let out a small laugh

“Yeah, alright. I’ll see you in the morning.” Keith says as he squeezes Lance’s hand. As he walks out of the training deck, he turns back one more time. “Goodnight Lance.” he waves before slipping away to his room.

——————————————

The next morning, all the paladins were abruptly woken up by Allura’s voice coming from the comms. Something about an urgent distress call, another planet being attacked by Galra.

After suiting up, Lance headed to the hangar to meet up with his teammates. When he arrives, however, the only paladin there is Keith. For a fleeting moment, it’s just the two of them, waiting in a comfortable silence, their hands intertwined, both enjoying the time alone with the other.

But the moment shatters as the doors open. Keith and Lance step away from each other, the space between them now vast as the other paladins walk in. Shiro begins discussing the plan, everyone listening intently. Keith’s eyes flit up, seeing Lance already staring at him. For an instant, he feels like time is frozen, everything else in the room has disappeared and all he can see is the look in Lance’s eyes. A sympathetic look that he knows is saying I see you, a small, unspoken acknowledgment of the feelings they were both keeping hidden.

Keith forces himself to look away, focusing back on Shiro’s instruction. Lance did the same. Both could feel an ache in their chests.

With everybody watching them, every move they made under constant scrutiny, they would keep their secret. They would protect it, bury it deep where no one could reach—where no one could ruin it. For now, they would endure the silence, waiting for the moment the fate of the universe no longer stood in their way.

[erithel]

Commission for @devooshawrites for her zine of "Writing on the Wall." Find it here!

[poseidons-getting-milk]

“Casual” by Chappel Roan except it’s klance and Keith is“knee deep in the passenger seat” of a lion.

[goth1c-pinki3-pi3]

something i can't stop thinking about is how keith had no one to welcome him home. his only connection to earth was shiro, and he was in space, then he found his space mom. So i'd like to offer the idea of keith and lance dating, yes, but when they get to earth and lance gets hugged by everyone in the family, he brings them to keith and is like "this is my boyfriend! and his alien mom! and his alien dog! love him!" and his family does.

[jackthekangaroo]

when you want to read a specific type of fanfic, try to find it, that plan is unsuccessful, and then you realise you have to be the one to write exactly what you want to read:

[autisticlancemcclain]

The ship was shaking like a kid holding a goldfish bag.

It was not, in case you were wondering, a good time. 

Keith grit his teeth, planting his boots on the ground and half-walking half-climbing over to Allura, who was paler than Keith had ever seen her. The grip she had on her podium was tight enough to drain the blood completely from her knuckles. Despite his own fear, Keith’s heart softened for her. 

“How is it looking?” he asked, shouting over the noise of a thousand asteroids and a million laser strikes. All while their lions sat, drained of quintessence, locked in their hangars

One goddamn thing after another. Jesus. 

“It is looking bad,” Allura shouted, not taking her eyes off the space in front of her. “I can’t – Coran, I can’t hold it on my own!”

Coran looked back at her grimly. He had probably the most success keeping upright – seriously, was it posture or did he have a steel rod anchored to his back at all times – but even he was struggling against the whipping and shuddering of the massive castleship, attention focused on the controls. Trying to keep the shield up as well as possible, trying to get their own defenses running. Trying, as always, to keep the castle going, even when the odds were a million to nothing. 

“You can,” he encouraged. The effect was less encouraging when a massive asteroid hit the side of the bridge point-blank, throwing him right off the controls and splat into the walls. Despite Lance and Allura’s cries of alarm, he made a startlingly dignified crawl back to the deck controls.

Hell of a man, that advisor. 

He continued once he was steady, sweat beading on his brow but gaze soft and assuring. He waited for Allura to meet his eyes, then nodded, once. “Focus, girl. Hands on the spheres. Mind cool on the exhale. However we need to get out of this – you can guide us. Make your decision. Your team is behind you.”

“Yeah!” Pidge cheered, lifting her fist in emphasis from where Shiro held her steady, eyes trained on her computer screen. Blaring red lines of code Keith could not pretend to read flashing rapid speed in front of her, and she typed back at it just as fast, keeping their crackling systems at bay. “You got this!”

Allura breathed out. The tense line of her shoulders softened, just slightly, despite the ongoing chaos. She lifted her hands and rested them, gently, on the podium spheres as Coran instructed. They glowed. 

“We retreat,” she decided, nodding to herself. “We’re already low on quintessence, standing to fight will drain us dangerously. We must get to safety if we are to survive with our home intact.” She bit her lip, eyes opening. “But, uh, full disclosure, I have enough strength in me to open a wormhole and that is About It. I will be out of commission the moment it closes.”

Hunk shrugged. “We’ll catch you, then.”

“Try not to wormhole us into a black hole,” Shiro suggested, smiling slightly. “We’ll manage anything else, Princess.”

She laughed slightly, thankfully, but within seconds called out for everyone to brace themselves. Keith did as she heeded, or he tried to – but the castle got hit as he tried to crawl back to his seat, sprawling him on the floor. He glanced over at Allura, panicked, but her eyes were already glowing, and the space in front of them was already starting to warp. He swallowed roughly, squeezing his eyes shut. The floor was shaking too badly for him to get his bearings. He couldn’t get his feet under him, couldn’t stand, couldn’t dream to crawl to his seat. He stilled, resigning himself – he didn’t know exactly what would happen if he wasn't strapped down and protected during a wormhole jump, but it couldn’t be good. He had to hope for the best.

“God,” sighed a voice to his left, “you’d die without me, Dropout.”

A hand clenched the back of his jacket and yanked, pulling him tumbling onto another body. Quick as lightning a seatbelt was stretched over him, clicking into place just as the space in front of the castle finally warped, bright blue, and the entire bridge lit up so bright Keith was blind with it. 

When the light finally died down, Keith was half-convinced nothing had changed. The castle stopped shaking, but instead it was plummeting, hard and fast, controls dead and energy gone, towards the surface of a planet. 

“Someone catch Allura!” Coran shouted, and on queue the princess’ eyes rolled up in her head and she slumped forward. Luckily, Hunk had been more prepared than the rest of them, seatbelt already off and arms extended to catch her. He carried her back to her seat, buckling her in carefully, and strapping himself in next to her. Wise move – trying to crawl back to his own seat, fighting against the G-forces, would be near impossible.

There was a click, and then a shove, and then Keith got to feel those G-forces firsthand.

“What the hell!” he demanded, barely managing to catch himself on the arm of the blue paladin’s seat. “I coulda brained myself!”

Lance shrugged, playing for innocent, but a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. Keith could’ve strangled him. “What? Thought I’d let you get back to your own chair. You're welcome for saving you, by the way.”

“Some saving, jerk! We're still falling!”

“Yeah. Personally, I would find somewhere to buckle up.”

“You’re so annoying,” Keith growled, and it was by spite alone that he managed to stomp back to his own seat and buckle himself in. He was bright red, anger making him hot – Lance always made him like this, so furious he could barely blink. One day they’d be making progress, working together like a dream, wiping the floor together, and the next it was like a switch was flipped. Like Lance was reminding himself that he and Keith could never get along. It was ridiculous, and Keith couldn’t for the life of him understand it. Was he so bad?

“Incoming!” Pidge shouted, shaking Keith back to himself. Her screen was now linked up with Coran’s, the only two things on in the entire castle – electronics seemed to come alive when Pidge touched them – and diagrams of the castle systems were blaring red, flashing with symbols Keith didn’t know, but recognised as bad. “The nav and power systems are down! It’s not safe to get anyone back there to force them back on manually, but I think I can get steering up in a sec. Shiro, I need your arm for power. Hunk, keep on Allura, make sure she’s upright when we crash, we don’t want a spinal injury. Lance, Keith, I’m turning steering over to you guys. Don’t fuck it up.”

Despite their bickering, both of them nodded. Neither of them particularly wanted to be turned into paladin pancake anytime soon, so they could collaborate for one thing. 

Seconds after Pidge spoke, a screen flickered to life in front of Keith. Stats blinked back up, glitching rapidly as they translated themselves into words and symbols Keith could understand. The hologram shifted and expanded to its usual 3D model, joystick in the middle, thrusters and controls to his left, a screen with Lance’s comm line to his right. In his little screen, Lance met his eyes, eyebrows raised in question. Keith nodded. Together, they wrapped their hands around the joysticks, breathed out, and let their minds fuse.

As always, it was a freaky feeling. Imagine the weird, shuddery feeling you get when you say the same thing as someone at the same time, voices layering, tone mixing, for a moment your own voice and the voice of a stranger synching into one. The weird, deja-vu-but-not of it, the uncanny valley feel of recognising your own voice but…different. 

Then multiply that freakiness by a hundred, and you still won’t quite get it. 

On some levels Keith was aware that he was his own person. He knew his name, knew his hands, knew his history – or well, some of it. Nothing about himself had changed. 

But at the same time, he was also Lance Esposita-McClain. He knew his name, knew his hands, knew his history, more of it than he could ever get from shared stories or mind melds. There’s no telling the way your sister’s arm feels hooked around your neck for the sixth noogie in as many minutes. There’s no explaining the way your breathing only gets calm with your feet in the saltwater. There’s no describing the curve of your mother’s smile. Nothing Keith was seeking out – no memories he would even know to look for – but they were there, simmering, triggered by a smell or the crook of his finger in a particular way. Memories stored in the body and the soul and the senses, not in the brain, shared when two consciousnesses become one. 

Lance’s mind was hyperspecific. It complemented Keith’s well, with all his flitting, quick detail-oriented observance. As Keith jumped from angle to angle, noticing the planet’s curve, the pull of its gravity, the heat of its atmosphere, Lance zeroed in on an island, one of the only ones big enough for them to land. While Keith kept their craft in control, steering along the air currents, Lance kept them directed, single-minded focus on a stretch of rocky beach – not exactly a soft landing, but not a lot of living things for them to destroy when they crash. (Keith would’ve chosen to land in the meadow. Crushing frogs and bugs or whatever is never something on his top priority list of things to avoid. But he didn’t argue when Lance nudged them towards what is about to be a very bumpy landing.)

“Brace yourself!” he shouted, not daring to look away to make sure his friends were buckled. Trusting that they were, he held his position, letting them plummet, coming closer and closer to splatting on the planet’s surface before finally yanking on the joystick as hard as he could. He felt Lance’s strength twist and tangle with his own, and together the two of them levelled the castle almost parallel with the ground, letting them glide on their own velocity until they slowed down enough to let the bottom of the craft brush against the rocky outcrop. 

It was the most turbulent landing Keith has ever felt, except maybe that time he and Lance crashed blindfolded into a sand dune, and every bump on the ground gave him whiplash. When the castle finally hit the ground for good, dragging them a gauge in the ground for several miles as friction finally slowed it to a stop, the leftover inertia yanked Keith forward so roughly the buckles of his seatbelt made something crack in his ribcage. When the castle finally stopped he got slammed back into his chair so hard he was almost surprised he didn’t fall right through the impenetrable material. 

It took a minute for everything to hit. His connection with Lance had been severed the second they hit the ground, too focused on being, y’know, crashed to keep holding on. After the shock of being tossed around like dice in a cup wore off, which did not take long, Keith’s body made it very clear that yeah, no, armour actually only does so much, and crash landing is one of those things that’s just bound to hurt. His skull pounded. At least one of his ribs was most definitely cracked. His wristed and knuckles ached from the strain of holding up the entire weight of the castle as he’d steered it. He was alive, obviously, but – Jesus. Being alive sucked.

“Sound off,” croaked Shiro from somewhere left of him.

“Ugh,” groaned Pidge. “Screw you, Keith, I hate it when you drive.”

“Next time I’ll be sure to let us crash,” Keith responded flatly.

“Um, you did, bozo, I asked you to land us –”

“The castle was dead! What did you expect me to –”

“Allura and I are both fine,” Hunk interrupted. Amusement lined his voice. “She’s still out, but she’s breathing fine, and I didn’t let her hit anything on impact. She should still get checked out, though.”

“Roger that,” Coran agreed. “Ease your worries, Number Two, you did well. I will have her in the MedBay as soon as our systems are up and running again.”

“Oh, whew, that’s a relief, because I didn’t want to say anything but she kinda jammed her elbow into my sternum by accident and I’m not blaming her or anything since she’s unconscious but I think my spleen may be a little dead, not a huge deal I’m sure but –”

“Everyone quiet!” barked Shiro. “That’s six accounted for! Who’s missing?”

Immediately, heart pounding, Keith whipped to his right. His stomach dropped. The Blue Lion Command Chair was empty – seatbelt torn somewhere on the shoulder, cracked helmet overturned carelessly on the seat. The crisp blue and white lines were marred by a small splash of red. Panic clawed its way up Keith’s throat, and he was out of his seat before he could register unbuckling his own straps, looking frantically around the bridge. 

“He’s here somewhere,” Pidge fretted, “he couldn’t’ve just disappeared –” 

Coran had a gloved hand clenched in his hair. “The windows and walls should be almost impenetrable, there is no way the crash broke them enough to let someone in –”

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck –”

“Guys,” a soft voice interrupted, and Keith could’ve collapsed with relief. The castle has been flipped sideways during the fall, floor suddenly now 90 degrees, and standing at the side of the control board, now the very high top, was Lance. For whatever reason he had climbed it while they bickered, and now stood very still, gloved hand pressed to the glass of the windshield. Blood trickled from his temple, tracing a line down the side of his face, disappearing in the neckline of his armour. “We got company.”

Shifting gears – Keith was about to tear him a new one, when Shiro says sound off you sound off – but froze when he looked out the window, following Lance’s gaze.

Marching towards them, in numbers Keith couldn’t pretend to count, was an army.

— — —

part two

[stormyboi7]

The Crusader

by the way, parts 1 & 2 of The Crusader: Teddy are out now on AO3. go give them a read if you haven’t already!

[littencloud9]

Maybe it's a side effect of coming from such a large family, but when Lance heard that Keith wouldn't be going home for the winter break because Shiro was busy, he had immediately taken it upon himself to fix it. Which is why, despite Keith's original grievances and protests, Keith finds himself on the way to the airport, passport and plane ticket in his hands, heading home to Cuba with Lance for the holidays.

or, love is everywhere when it comes to lance's family. keith recognises it within himself, too.

❤️ [G] 5.8k || klance holiday fic!!

💙 my gift for @heynhay under the klance secret santa hosted by @klance-daydreams

[bayambii]

paladin hand headcannons...

warnings: none!

characters: shiro, hunk, pidge, lance n keith

bambi's comments: THIS IS A REUPLOAD OF AN OLD WORK THAT I OWN.. ok. @sta1rlight was my old account. i own this work do not flame the shart out of me.

shiro

rough and calloused hands, and quite big, even his robot arm.

holding you with his human hand is what he likes the best, he can feel your warm skin on his instead of on that cold steel.

really needs you to be there to squeeze his hand in to remind him that you're there, safe and okay

those nights where he can't seems to close his eyes and let himself escape to sleep, he needs you to at least hold his hand while he lays there

hunk

his hands always have something on them, from cooking, or engineering, maybe some oil

though, he takes very good care of his hands, so they're pretty soft!

lance taught him the importance of taking care of your skin, including your hands

pretty big hands, and always pretty warm other than that

he likes hand holding but can get a bit flustered while doing it lol

pidge

small hands!!!

her hands are always busy, so good luck holding them, plus she'll overload and blush so hard if you make like any physical contact with her

taking care of her hands is not really something she thinks about?? not her top priority lol

her nails are probably short and stubby from biting them, though

lance

not big hands, but long and nice fingernails that won't scratch you accidentally

probably paints his nails a light baby blue, or maybe a tan

likes hand holding!! hands sweatin like a teenager when you smile at him though,,,,

pda lover like crazy, maybe when hes older he'll maybe be into giving kisses on the hand

at a formal event, just imagine lance taking your hand, being all like "mlady/my gentlemen/my leige," and giving you a kiss on your hand and bowing

blsyehess

keith

long and slender like lances, but a lot stronger, and has an amazing grip

type of person to hold your hands in crowded public places, to make sure you don't get lost.

even before he was a pilot he had an amazing grip

but hes probably the worst at taking care of his hands

always has dirt under them, even though he always washes his hands regularly

maybe you could convice him to let you paint his nails when he's really sleepy

just like be like keiithhh i wanna give you a mancure and hes so tired just laying against your tummy like "huh.... yeah sure...."

hand holding, is something hes really only done to pull you along in public places- he never really thought of it romactically, and if you mention it, he'll go red as HELL

anways keiff <33333

[atla-what-is-this-site]

Would any of you guys be interested in this

[justaz]

i'm going through my google drive and weeding through all my shit to make some space and i keep coming across old fics i abandoned and some of em i'm like damn someone should finish that and then there's others that make me laugh so hard,,, who knew i could sometimes be funny?? ig its bc its my humor so its tailored specifically to me but whatever....cue montage of lines/paragraphs that make me laugh

Voltron fic that i have completely forgotten the plot of. I think the spirit of Lance McClain inhabited me to write these lines because they were one after another. I barely got my breath before the next one hit:

(wait omg the klance is this fic is klancing wtf they're so soft oh fuck i hope this is finished (i know damn well its not))

(also the romelle and lance friendship is impeccable omg past me is cooking wait)

(NOOOOOO its over....i might continue that one tho bc lance and romelle are schemeing and plotting and...........ooooooh i might pick this one back up...ANYWAYS-)

2. Another Voltron fic, plot is pool day

3. Miraculous Ladybug fic, premise being Alya, Nino, Adrien, and Marinette playing smash or pass and Marinette being incredibly down bad for Chat Noir

4. Merlin fic. This one didn't make me laugh but I think it needs to breach containment and be seen by someone other than my dusty google drive

(good god i forgot how dark i made this fic ermmmmmm what the flip guys)

5. Another Merlin fic of my lil guys bein lil dues