#lance is also super weak for keith's smile

[natty-kitkat]

When Lance came over to his hidden sanctuary bearing food and sweets for his fishy boyfriend, he thought it was going to be a nice date with introducing him more human food, swimming alongside him, and maybe stealing some kisses out of him.

What he didn’t expect was to hear the sounds of Keith’s screams and the sounds of growling. Dropping the bag of food, Lance came rushing over to the beach, ready to defend him from what monstrous creature that dared to attack his beautiful mer.

Rushing over with a piece of driftwood over to the edge of the water seeing Keith struggling with a furry thing, Lance yelled out, “Hey stay away from my boyfriend… you… tiny creature!”

But before Lance could even as so much swing the piece of wood, he had found himself the victim to an attack something slimy and gross was flung into his face, making him scream and fall over into the sand in surprise.

“Don’t hurt my small companion, Lance!” Keith yelled at him, holding the tiny creature close to him, hissing.

Grabbing at whatever slimy creature that was thrown away from his face, he realized that not only did his merboyfriend just threw seaweed at him, but that he was also defended the creature which was actually just a tiny puppy.

A tiny, cute little puppy that currently was licking at Keith’s face, his tail wagging happily to the attention given and not caring at all that person holding him wasn’t even human.

“Keith what the heck?” Lance asked confusedly, staring at the dog. “Where the heck did you find this little guy?”

“I don’t know where he came from, but I saw him walking by the water. Isn’t he just so cute? He’s so soft and playful! Can I keep him?”

Seeing how Keith was looking at the puppy in the same way that most people would at seeing at a dog, Lance knew that telling him he couldn’t keep the furball was going to be a tough challenge.

“Keith baby no, the beach isn’t a safe place for a puppy to live on, plus he could have a owner already!”

“No, he does not have a owner! I saw a another human come here and dropped him off in a box before running off! They left him here!”

“Keith still, the ocean is much too dangerous and there isn’t any shelter for him here.”

“Then you take him!”

“But Ke—”

“Please Lance….!” Keith said, begging for Lance to agree.

Seeing those sad purple eyes looking at him and holding the puppy who was also staring at him with its cute puppy dog eyes, was weakening already his nonexistent will in denying his boyfriend anything.

He was such a sucker for cute guys and cute dogs.

“....Ugh fine just… stop looking at me like that way!”

“Really?! Thank you so much Lance! Look Kosmo, you got yourself another family member!” Keith cooed, hugging the puppy to his bare chest.

Snapping a secret pic to add to his collection labelled “cute fish,” Lance wondered to himself just how was he going to explain to Hunk and Pidge why he suddenly adopted a puppy out of the blue when they both knew that he was a cat person.

But seeing Keith smile so sweetly at him, ever thankful over taking in the dog, made it all worth it.

He was always weak for Keith’s smile after all.

[the-wisteria-house]

The paladins of Voltron X Reader: PDA (+Matt and Lotor)

Shiro

Shiro isn't really big on PDA.

He prefers to stay professional around others.

But he does stand closer to you than he would with other people.

He might also occasionally hold your hand here and there.

He believes things like kissing should remain personal and private.

But he is totally fine with cheek kisses in front of people when you are parting ways.

Keith

Keith isn't totally against PDA, but he does like to keep somethings personal.

But he does put his arm over your shoulder.

Whether you're alone or in public he'll have his arm around your shoulder or your waist.

It's his Galra side shining through. He has to make sure that people know he's your mate.

He believe things like kissing should stay behind closed doors.(There can be exceptions though.)

If he feels as if you're in any danger he might stand in front of you slightly, or gently grab your arm .

If he gets jealous he might kiss you or flirt with you in front of the person he's jealous of so they get the hint to back off. If they don't he'll call them out.

Also when it's Galra matting season he'll be super cuddly in public. He may also be flirty and romantic. Though he's not as intense as other male Galra are during matting season.

Lance

Lance loves PDA, like a lot.

He loves of being sure everyone knows you're his and his alone.

He will openly flirt with you.

He loves holding your hands and kissing you.

But he will always respect your boundaries.

If you tell him to stop he will.

He never wants to make you uncomfortable.

Hunk

Hunk is a innocent little bean.

He might give you a little peck here and there.

He also loves holding your hands and seeing you smile.

If he's feeling confident he might flirt with you. But it's never anything graphic.

He will always respect your boundaries.

He loves you unconditionally.

He wants you to always be happy.

The last thing he'd ever want is to make you uncomfortable.

Pidge

Pidge prefers to keep some things personal like making out.

But she totally fine with pecks, hand holding, and flirting.

As a joke sometimes she will say funny robotic, or space-related pick up lines.

She loves leaning against you and holding your hand.

She will do whatever she can to make you smile.

The last thing she'd ever want to do is to make you uncomfortable.

She loves you too much to purposely hurt you.

She will always respect your boundaries.

Matt

Matt doesn't mind PDA.

But he will tone it down if his family or superiors are around.

He loves holding your hand and kissing you.

But he prefers to keep some things private like making out and cuddling.

He loves using ridiculous puns to make you smile.

He will always respect your boundaries.

He'd never dream of hurting you.

He loves hugging you from behind.

He also likes having an arm around your waist in public. He likes to show that you are his.

Lotor

Lotor isn't really big on PDA.

He prefers to keep things professional.

He can't show any weakness.

But you both are supportive of one another.

During mating season he can become big on PDA.

He doesn't care who's around he has no self-control.

Well unless if you tell him to stop.

He will respect your boundaries always.

[queven]

Y’know Superman? This is an AU based on that

A/N: Me and my sucky titles. Prepare yourself for some heavy emotion 

“You!” a voice exclaimed angrily. Keith jerked his head up, his eyes meeting Lance McClain’s angry blue ones.

“How did you get an interview with Superman? He kept on refusing to answer me!”

That may have been Keith’s fault a bit. Okay, a lot. Their city newspaper, the Voltron Times, was looking for journalists to get an interview with the Man of Steel himself, Superman. Which was kind of lucky considering Keith is said Man of Steel.

It may have been cheating a bit, but Lance was already the best journalist on the team. Let Keith have a chance at getting the front page article, man. 

But now he had to deal with the angry journalist, who already declared a supposed rivalry with him on sight.

“Probably you were too forward with him. Maybe Superman is people-shy?”

Lance scoffed. “As if. He tried more pick-up lines on me than I’ve heard in my life, and that’s saying something”

“Pick-up lines?” Keith pretended to act confused. One of his favorite parts about being a crime-fighting hero was messing with Lance in his superhero identity.

“You know...like ‘You’re a knock-out!’” 

Keith snorted. Lance shot him a bemused look, tension easing from his shoulders, and then rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever. I hate that guy. Way too cocky”

Say what now? Keith thought Lance was into that stuff. It was easier to woo the dude with his own medicine while being the most famous hero in Altea City.

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“Take that, Sendak!” Superman aimed a well-made punch at the mad scientist supervillain who was knocked off of his new death ray. Seriously, that guy was so predictable. Every time, he would make a new death ray, and Superman would knock him out or destroy his machine with his laser eyes, and the cops would arrest the defeated Sendak. He would break out of prison again, and make a new death ray, and the cycle kept on continuing.

Talk about stubbornness.

Speaking about stubbornness, Lance McClain was storming over to the crime scene, clutching his journalist pad murderously.

Keith might actually be intimidated.

“I heard you gave an interview to Keith Kogane, but not me? Why? We’re part of the same newspaper. What does his interviewing have that mine doesn’t?” McClain actually looked a bit distressed.

“Changed my mind after you left. Felt that if people wanted an interview, an interview they will get. So, when Keith came to me, I accepted” he shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant, while hovering in the air.

Lance pouted, crossing his arms slightly, and Keith smirked at the sight.

“Hey, don't frown, you'll never know who might be falling in love with your smile”

A startled look came onto Lance’s face, and then he screeched, stomping away from the crime scene.

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Keith was hanging out with Hunk, Pidge, and Lance at the cafe downtown for lunch when the subject came up.

“Who’s your guys’ favorite superhero?” Lance asked, chomping into his sandwich.

Pidge and Hunk perked up, exchanging looks. “Superman, of course” Pidge answered,”Pretty sure you already know that based on our dissection board”

Hunk and Pidge had a big dissection board in Pidge’s room, trying to find out the origins and limitations of Superman’s powers.

“Who’s your’s, Lance?”

“Batman, duh”

“Duh?!” Keith yelled indignantly. Seriously, why did Lance hate Superman so much?

“Well, Batman, unlike Superman, uses his brain, not super strength and powers and stuff, to defeat the bad guys” Lance finished, looking triumphant as if he just destroyed a debate opponent.

Keith had to grit his teeth not to pounce on the annoyingly infuriating guy. He also cursed his mind for falling in love with Lance.

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“Superman! Superman, wait up!” 

Keith recognized that voice, and smirked inwardly. Lance. The manager of the newspaper firm, Allura, got Lance on the case of writing Superman’s biography. Of course he perked up immediately at the chance of messing with the journalist again.

“Yes? Is there anything wrong? You already look perfect, no need to worry.”

Lance ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “I’m working on an article again for the Voltron Times, and I need to know your secret identity? Like so that we can do this interview thing any other time you’re not bugged by fans”

“Nice try,” he chuckled, having gone through this a lot.

“It was worth it,” Lance leaned back, a bit more at ease. “But seriously, what about I ask you a few questions now, nothing about your identity, I promise.”

Keith nodded. Sounded fair enough. Spending time and changing the opinion of the guy he had a crush on? Count him in.

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“So, what’s your favorite animal?”

Covering his hands to stifle the laugh that came up was hard. Lance groaned.

“Jeez, that was all I could come up with, okay? I didn’t expect you to say yes!”

“Don’t you always have a backup plan?”

“Ye-wait. How do you know that?”

Oops. He slipped. “You’re pretty famous in Altea City, to be fair. Leading journalist. Smart and pretty.” Keith answered, lying through his teeth.

The journalist blushed this time, shuffling through his haphazard notes blindly. “So? Your favorite animal?”

“Oh my god” Keith was actually stunned. Nobody had ever tried to ask such a normal question to Superman him before. “Hippos. Definitely hippos”  

Lance’s lip quirked as he was trying to restrain a laugh. He jotted it down into his signature notepad, and put his pencil down. Keith zoned out, observing his hands.

“Keith?” Lance asked, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah?” Keith answered back. WAIT. No. Superman. Not Keith. Shoot. “Umm...I mean...who’s Keith?”

“Nice try, man. I’d recognize that mullet anywhere” Keith put a hand to his hair, feeling the loss of an elastic band. Whoops.

“When did you find out? About this?”

“Probably a long while back, when you first gave yourself an interview. That’s cheating, technically”

“Oh”

“Yeah, I also said that comment during lunch today to test my theory out, and you reacted like I thought, so I thought Hey, he’s probably just a crazy fan or something, but no. You’re Superman.”

“Say it louder so that Sendak can hear, yeah?”  Keith snarked, feeling a bit annoyed and panicked at this point.

“Can’t-I can’t believe this! Superman is also the coworker I’m in love with! This is your secret identity!”

“In love with?” He felt like hysterically giggling, because they were both so stupid. And in love. Yikes. 

“Oh my god, shut up, Keith! Or should I call you Super Keith?” 

“No”

“Keith Man”

“No”

“Super Mullet”

“I will fly off and ditch you right here, and right now.”

“You wouldn’t do that, Superman, would you? Man of Steel, defender of the weak.”

Keith’s stomach rolled like it was attempting(and failing) to do a somersault. “You won’t tell anybody, would you? You better not. People could get killed, Lance.”

Lance chuckled nervously. “Who do you think I am? Some kind of gossip?”

Keith gave him a flat look, and Lance sighed, offering his hand out. Spitting on his palm, Keith slapped it onto the other’s, grinning slightly when Lance winced.

“I still don’t know why you always insist on doing this, do you know how unsanitary it-wOAH!”

He flew up suddenly, cradling a kicking Lance in his arms, laughing. 

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The next day, a newspaper was slammed onto Keith’s desk by a familiar tan-colored hand.

“Nice paper today,” Lance stated, coolly.

The main headline was in block letters, saying SUPERMAN SAVES LOCAL JOURNALIST FROM DEATH RAY. The big front page picture was of Keith carrying Lance, who was making a peace sign with both hands to the camera, grinning widely. The article, written by Pidge, was going on about how Superman saved yet another citizen from Sendak and his reign of terror.

“Congrats, man. Allura must be impressed.” 

“Yeah, she’s impressed all right. Forgave me for not getting an interview earlier and failing to figure out yo-Superman’s identity” he finished, awkwardly.

Keith raised an eyebrow. “Smooth”

“Shut up.” Lance grumbled, cheeks flushed. “She still says I need some info on him, so how do you feel about meeting up later for coffee? Incognito?”

“It’s a date,” Keith grinned. He could live with this.

Part 2(fluff)

[musicanddancingthroughlife]

Necromancer - Shklance

Dudessss. If ya’ll are still here for stories, you’re literally the best humans. I think it’s been months, what with mental health issues followed by the corona (because of course I would be “essential personnel” and of course they increased our weekly hours to over 50) followed by the start of the semester, but I’ve been working on this off and on for a few weeks now, as well as some original stuff. So if you guys are interested in my original works, lemme know and I’ll post some of it. Who knows maybe it’ll motivate me to actually finish one of my books.

Also, this is super rough, so be nice to me. I’m playing around with some ideas here, so feedback is appreciated, and let me know if you want more of this au cause I haven’t decided anything with it yet.

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           Here’s the thing. The gods are real. Or at least someone’s gods. Or maybe they’re just god-like? Anyway, some clarification. Everyone agrees that these aren’t like any of the gods we recognize. They don’t quite match any of our religions (and boy did that infuriate Lance’s grandmother), and they weren’t like Zeus, or Anubis, or Odin, or any others we know of from legends. In fact, they’re more like the monsters of myths.

             And even further, they’re absolute dicks.

             With all their incredible power, they thought it would be prudent to impart some of their stupid gifts to us mere mortals, and in the process, they ruined Lance’s life.

             See, only a small percentage of humans were given a gift. Most of them were young adults, some teenagers. Supposedly some children will manifest as they mature, but the short of it was, Lance was the only one in his family to get one. Most of his family tried to be understanding and sympathetic about it, but some were jealous, others wary, and all of them were making Lance feel more alone than ever before.

              At least his best friend kinda understood. He’d been blessed by the shifter-god (as in god-who-can-shift, not god-that-shifters-worship). A fairly common gift by now, but still a useful one. Not to mention how cool it was. But, Hunk’s girlfriend Shay had been blessed, too, and was currently in attendance at the new Supernatural school with Hunk and Lance. Since the first day, the perfect couple had easily been able to make friends with the other students in their sections, even their dorms. Most still startled around Lance, but he was becoming used to that. One of these exceptions was a girl named Pidge. Well, her name was actually Katie, but she preferred to go by Pidge. She and her brother were geniuses, so they were great with Hunk and Shay, and tolerant of Lance, but he’d take what he could get.

              Besides, Pidge and her brother Matt – technopaths – were almost impossible to mock, because they were actually childhood – best – friends with Lance’s roommates, the hotshot vampire powerhouse couple of the school. Usually, students were grouped by their gift; in the dorm, they were for their comfort and safety. So far, the three of them were the exception. Of course, because the gods apparently hated Lance, he was one of those, because he was one of the only non-vamps in the dorms. Due to the nature of their existence, people naturally sough to avoid vampires, and they responded by forming their own nests, once again, carefully excluding Lance. Because even at a school of freaks, weirdos, and the powerful, Lance was of the worst.

              Lance was a necromancer.

              A surprise to his family and to Hunk, because they always referred to him as a sunshine boy, always commented on his happy, goofy nature and attitude. Even with the dark nature of the gift, Lance remained his cheerful self – for the most part – for the first few months, but the constant abuse and isolation was starting to wear on him, and Lance knew it. He just couldn’t tell if he cared. No one else did, right? His old friends were having the time of their lives. Even Hunk had yet to see past the mask Lance had taken on. All the other students were content to ignore or mock him, and even Lotor, the only other necromancer at the school, was enjoying the process of crushing Lance, both in the classroom and out. Lance was barely surviving.

              And honestly, he probably wouldn’t be if it weren’t for his roommates. As fuckin’ weird as they were, even for vampires they had been kinder and more aware of Lance and his challenges than anyone else lately. When Lance was too drained physically and emotionally to go down for dinner, Keith brough t tray of food up to him, full of only human food and none of the blood the vampires included in their meals. And Lance hadn’t missed how Shiro sometimes was there to help Lance to and from classes, cheerfully carrying on a very one-sided conversation and effectively ensuring that Lance didn’t feel alone all the time. And even when they were alone in their dorm room studying, both of them did their level best to keep Lance included in their discussions. They refused to let him hide in his bedroom, which he had all to himself, as the previously assigned roommate refused to live with a necromancer. Instead, they dragged him out to the common room to study and then watch movies with them. Literally, Keith dragged him kicking and screaming that first time.

              Sometimes, Lance wished that they weren’t so determined to draw him out and be his friend. Like now, for example.

Sometimes, Shiro will announce a mandatory movie night and sleepover – seriously, having primarily nocturnal roommates was weird – and Lance always tried to duck into his room. Or sneak back out once they were wholly engaged in whatever movie they chose.

“Lance,” Shiro spoke with utter calm, but Lance froze as if he’d been threatened. While Shiro didn’t look up from his movie, Keith did, making direct contact with Lance, who bit his lip and glanced at the den and then looked back at Keith. Keith raised an eyebrow. “Bat got your tongue, Lance?”

              It took him a minute, but Lance found his voice. Not that it was gonna do him any good. “Ummm… I just… have some homework to finish, so…”

              “That would mean that when you said you were done at dinner, you lied,” Keith observed. Shiro reached for the remote. “Pull it out here, then, I have some reading I could do, too.”

              Lance looked horrified at the thought of ruining their plans. He floundered, “No! Uh, you don’t have to do that! I can study on my own, it’s fine!” But Shiro was grabbing their books now, Keith watching Lance carefully. “Okay! Fine! I don’t have any homework!”

              Shiro brightened immediately. “Good! Then c’mere so we can finish the movie; I wanna see how it ends!” How the hell could this giant, terrifying creature of the night be such a pup???

              Lance managed a weak smile at the sight, “Well, I’ve already seen it, so I’ll probably just go to bed, but you guys should definitely stay and watch!” He shot a wary look at Keith, who was shaking his head.

              “Lance, you’re just as nocturnal as we are. Nearly all your classes are at night. And you’re a night owl, anyway. So what’s the big deal?”

              “Don’t you guys ever get sick of it?” Lance finally burst out.

              Shiro and Keith looked at him cautiously. “What are you talking about, Lance?”

              “Come on, Shiro, look at me! The Reaper and all that bull, there’s no way you guys actually want to spend time with me! And even if you did, don’t you ever want just some time with Keith? Well, I’m trying to give that to you, except you guys won’t let me just leave so that I can leave you to it, and oh my God you probably hate me so much for taking up so much of your time, and I can’t believe I did this to you I’m so sorry, I-I just, I can’t, ugh, just let me—” But before Lance could dart for the door, Keith caught hold of his wrist, his own abilities coming in handy to keep ahold of Lance, even as the pictures on the walls and lamps rattled dangerously as Lance’s own powers spiked, black fog seeping out from beneath him. Lance’s eyes were tightly squeezed shut, and Shiro was careful as he approached and put a hand on Lance’s arm.

              “Lance. We like spending time with you, promise.”

              But Lance just shook his head, sobs now wracking his whole body. Keith let out a soft noise, drawing Lance close enough that he could wrap him up in a hug. Shiro enveloped them both, wrapping his arms around Keith’s back, and protecting Lance’s back as he did so. This close, Shiro didn’t need heightened senses to hear Keith whispering reassurances in Lance’s ear, and Shiro let himself join, knowing from past experience that the way his chest “rumbled” would help to soothe Lance further, and soon enough, Lance was swaying as his exhaustion hit him. Keith and Shiro worked together to maneuver Lance down the hall and into their own bed. They knew that this wasn’t going to solve all of their problems, but at least they could be there for their brilliant, bright boy tonight.

[why-did-i-join-this-fandom]

youngest!voltron member headcanons? like the reader is the youngest out of all of them and she gets constantly babied, maybe for a more specific part she proves that she is just as strong as the other by saving the team when they're kidnapped

I didn’t write the whole “reader getting kidnapped” thing as a headcanon.  I hope you don’t mind.   This was super fun to write!!  Thank you for requesting!!  Please leave some feedback so that I can improve my writing.

Word count: 1439

Being the youngest member of Voltron:

You’re obviously the baby of the group (even though you’re only a year younger than Pidge)

If you joined at the beginning of their adventures, then they’re more likely to trust you to hold your own.  But, if you joined later on, they are more likely to baby you

Hunk is probably the second person to start to not baby you.  He’s probably baking or cooking and you start opening up to him.  You both talk about your families back on Earth.  Maybe you have a younger sibling that you had to defend, or maybe an older sibling taught you how to defend yourself.  Either way, you end up telling stories about the times that you defended yourself and others.  Hunk is still cautious about letting you fight, but at least he knows that you can defend yourself well

Pidge is the first person to not baby you.  She understands that being younger doesn’t mean that you are weaker.  While she can be a bit standoffish, when you do get her to open up, she gets you to help her with training and her technology.  You may not understand everything technological, but it’s still nice to be able to help her and be there to listen to her.  Overall, she understands that you can hold your own and will be there to defend you when the others start babying you.

Keith is surprisingly okay with you fighting.  That doesn’t mean that he won’t baby you, though.  He’s more of the type to train you so that you don’t get hurt.  It’s likely that he’ll be wary of you coming on missions.  If you end up getting hurt, he’ll scold you and train you even harder.  He doesn’t really “baby” you, it’s more of him making sure that you don’t get hurt or die.  It’s either him training you to be your best, or him refusing to take you on any missions.

Allura totally denies that you are strong enough to fight.  She’ll send you on smaller missions that she knows won’t include (much) fighting.  Although her intentions are good, it still makes you mad that she doesn’t seem to trust you.  She sets a tight schedule for your training and barely lets you take any breaks.  The difficulty level for the training is lower than you need, but she’s reluctant to increase it.  Overall, she’s worried that you’ll get hurt, and will likely be like a worried older sister.

Coran is totally for you fighting.  If you are in the castle’s training room.  On the easiest difficulty.  He tries to assign you smaller tasks to stop you from training and going on missions.  No matter how fast you complete the tasks he assigns and how ready you are to fight, there’s seemingly an endless list of things to do.  On the rare occasion that he does let you on a mission, it’s always something small.  You could be collecting something from an abandoned planet and he would still send the whole team to protect you.  He doesn’t like the idea of you getting hurt and will assign you chores around the ship.

Shiro is totally Space Dad(™).  He is strict on not letting you go on missions.  Even the smallest missions are a no from him.  This puts a rift between you two.  You know he means well.  It’s just so frustrating that he won’t even let you show him what you can do.  Not only that, but he tries to not let you do anything dangerous.  Fighting?  No.  Training?  Nope.  Missions?  No way!  Even ovens are off limits for you.  He just wants to protect you and make sure that you don’t get hurt.  You tell him that he might as well baby proof the castle and he actually considers it.

Lance is 100% the protective older brother.  He’s similar to Shiro in the way that he doesn’t want you to get hurt, but deep down, he knows that you can hold your own.  He’s had experience with younger kids and he knows how fragile they are.  But, he also knows how strong they are.  Truthfully, he misses his family back on Earth and is desperately trying to hold onto something familiar.  While Shiro is baby proofing everything, he is babysitting you.

Everyone trying to baby you is so stressful, that when you land on the next planet, you practically bolt outside.  You just want some space to breathe.  The planet was practically abandoned, so you weren’t too worried about the potential danger.

Maybe you should have listened to everyone...

  You were surrounded by aliens.  Not thinking much of it, you tried to tell them that you meant no harm and tried to introduce yourself to them.

  “We know who you are.  You are the baby of Voltron.”  You noticed the evil look in their eyes.  “You will be our leverage against Voltron.”  They readied their weapons, and leapt at you one by one.

  “Guys?  I think I need a little help.”  Your voice came out between grunts and gasps.  It was better to get a hold of the team first, then you could worry about fighting them off.

  Allura was the first to hear your plea for help.  Her response came after about a minute of silence on their end.  She called everyone else and got them to gear up.  While they were gearing up, you were getting increasingly worn out.

  “We’re on our way.  What’s going on?  Are you okay?”  

  “I’m holding up.”  You were interrupted by a swift kick to the gut.  “No major injuries.  They’re trying to use me as leverage.”  They kept attacking, but you kept dodging.

  “Keep fighting.  Voltron is on its way.”

  You kept fighting.  You didn’t want to kill them, but you also didn’t want to be kidnapped.  Knocking them out was a temporary solution, but it seemed to be the best one for now.  The team approached as you fought off the last ones.

  “[Y/N]!”

  The sound of the team yelling for you distracted you briefly.  The last alien took its shot, hitting you in the arm.  You let out a pained yelp, but continued to fight.  You were covered with cuts and bruises.  It hurt like hell, and you wanted to give in to the pain, but you didn’t.  The team was so close.  You had to prove yourself to them.  You had to prove that you could help them.

  Team Voltron landed as you knocked out the last alien.  They crowded around you and started to yell at you for being so reckless.

  Getting tired of their yelling and scolding, you finally spoke up.  “Can’t you see that I’m okay?  I defended myself without any of your guys’s help!  Why can’t you trust me?”  They stopped talking.  “I just want you to trust that I can defend myself!  Almost everyone is treating me like a baby!  You keeping me from fighting is hurting me more than actually fighting ever would!”

  Shiro spoke up.  “Let’s get back to the castle, we’ll discuss this more when we get there.”

  Everyone silently agreed, and made their way back to their lions.  The ride to the castle was tense.  When everyone landed, you walked out with your head held down.

  Pidge was the one to break the tension.  “She’s right, you know.  We all keep babying her.”  She paused to think.  “You guys may not like the idea of her going on missions or fighting.  But, I think she’s proven that she isn’t as weak as you guys think.”  You send a nod to her, silently thanking her for defending you.

  “Yeah, I mean, she always talks about how she defended her younger siblings and how her older siblings taught her how to defend herself.”  Hunk was second to your defense.

  Keith reluctantly chimed in.  “I’ve been training with her, and she’s actually kind of good.”  He doesn’t say anything else, but he didn’t need to.

Lance, Shiro, Coran, and Allura were exchanging thoughtful glances.  The tension slowly rose in the room, before they all nodded at each other.

“Alright.  We’ll try to be a little less controlling.  You’re going to have to double your training and prove that you can handle yourself.”  Shiro spoke.  Lance, Coran, and Allura all reluctantly agreed.

  You wanted to argue that what just happened was enough proof, but you knew that it would be better to just agree with them.  “Thank you.  I promise you won’t regret this!”  With a huge smile you ran over to hug them.

  Maybe almost getting kidnapped was just what you needed.  It’s funny how things work out.

[mckinlily]

shalluraweek day 3: moon/sun

Summary: moon/sun Shiro makes a really dumb joke. That’s it. That’s the fic. Somehow this ends in Shiro and Allura dating.

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“Do you want to see how fast I can climb this tree?”

Allura paused, trying to figure out how such a ridiculous sentence came out of Shiro’s mouth. They were, nominally, on a mission if a very easy one—walk around a moon’s lake and collect pretty rocks to prove the locals that she and Shiro were worth negotiating with. The chiefess had even assured them the ritual was primarily for show. Still, it wasn’t like Shiro to get distracted.

And really. How fast can I climb this tree?

Shiro seemed to be waiting, though. His smile, which had started boyish and impish, was fading slowly the longer he went without an answer.

“…I really think our focus should be on the mission,” said Allura.

Shiro’s shoulders slumped for half a second then snapped into military posture. “Right. Sorry. I—nevermind.”

It was just so out of character for him. Allura frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no. It’s nothing.” Shiro caught her eye and shrugged. “It was just…a joke.”

“Oh!” Allura clapped her hands and smiled at him. “I love jokes! Tell me!”

At least Shiro was smiling and shaking his head now. “It’s not really funny if I explain it.”

Which, yes, that was true. But now Allura’s curiosity was piqued, and she wanted to know.

“Shiiirro.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Have you been taking whining lessons from the paladins?”

Allura huffed. “If it works…”

Shiro looked caught between a laugh and a groan. “So what I’m hearing is you think I’m a push over.”

“Only with your team,” said Allura all smiles and innocence.

Shiro groaned and rolled his eyes. “So that’s why they never listen to me.”

That statement was actually entirely untrue. The other paladins listened to Shiro with a kind of unwavering trust that was honestly awe-inspiring. They might whine and complain, bicker and tease, but when push came to shove, they would follow Shiro without question to the end of the universe. Allura was supremely lucky that Shiro was as loyal to her as his team was to him, otherwise she would have long since faced a mutiny.

But that was too serious for the tone of the conversation, and Shiro had to know how much his team trusted him because he trusted them just as completely. Besides, there were more important things right now.

“So what was the joke?”

Shiro let out a long sigh. “It honestly wasn’t that good, Allura.”

If Shiro thought that could get her to back down, he clearly didn’t know her well enough. Allura clasped her hands in front of her, pushed her shoulders together, and leaned wayyy into Shiro’s space, opening her eyes as wide as they could go.

Shiro stumbled. “Oh. Oh. That’s dangerous.”

Allura just smiled innocently and fluttered her eyelashes.

She was rewarded a minute later when Shiro scrubbed a hand over his face. “Okay, okay. I’ll tell you.”

“Thank you, Shiro,” said Allura sweetly.

“Anyone tell you you’re a lot of trouble?” Shiro grumbled, but his lips were twitching. “Okay, so…ugh, this is dumb.”

“I believe in you, Black Paladin,” said Allura only a little facetiously.

Judging by Shiro’s expression, he didn’t believe she was that innocent, but he continued anyway.

“Remember like…way back when. Maybe a few weeks after we first met you? We were all super new to Voltron, and we stopped on that moon where Rolo and Nyma sent that fake distress single?”

“Oh, yes. Quiznak, that was a long time ago.” Shockingly long, really. It felt almost as long ago as the last time she had seen Altea. They had all felt so young back then and, though Allura won’t admit it, so scared. The tiny band of Earthlings had been nothing like the formidable team that they had become.

“Yeah…” said Shiro, looking a combination of exasperated and nostalgic. “So you remember how Nyma conned Lance and stole his Lion?”

“Oh, Lance,” sighed Allura, shaking her head. “At least he’s learned since then.”

“Took him a few times.”

“Or several.”

Shiro shook his head. “I should stand up for my teammate, but…”

“Part of being a good leader is knowing your teammates’ weaknesses,” said Allura primly.

Shiro burst out laughing. “Yes, so. While Lance was out there, one of the things he said to try and impress her was, ‘Want to see how fast I can climb this tree?’ So...yeah. That’s the joke.”

“Oh. I see.”

“I told you it wasn’t very good.”

“No. It’s a wonderful joke.”

Shiro rolled his eyes, shoulders shaking good naturedly. “Allura, you didn’t even give it a pity laugh.”

“Ha!” said Allura, which at least had the advantage of making Shiro laugh. He had a wonderful laugh, and despite making significant progress since they’d first started Voltron, it still didn’t make an appearance nearly enough.

“So…there you go,” he said with a shrug. “Now you know the joke, so I guess we can go back to looking for pretty rocks. I kinda like the ones with blue threads…”

They lapsed into silence, making their way along the lake’s edge. Shiro might be looking at the rocks, but Allura found her mind wondering.

“Shiro. When Lance said that to Nyma—he was flirting, correct?”

“Uh, badly. But yeah.”

“And so just now…” Allura felt like they were on the edge of something, and judging by the way Shiro froze and stared at her, he could tell, too. “…were you flirting as well?”

“Um. Baldly?” said Shiro like he wasn’t sure that was the right answer. He tucked his head, and Allura could see red climbing up the column of his neck.

“Because…” Allura took a deep breath and went for the plunge. “You wouldn’t have to do anything to impress me. I already know you are an incredible fighter and capable of any number of ridiculous and frankly dangerous physical feats. I also know you are kind and brave and trustworthy and the strongest person I have ever met. Not to mention, you are incredibly attractive.”

Shiro’s face bloomed a wonderful shade of red. “That—oh. I—um—”

Allura hugged her arms around her stomach, trying to quash the painful beatings of her heart. “If—If that changes anything.”

“There isn’t really the time…” Shiro spoke almost as if debating with himself.

“We both have responsibilities,” agreed Allura immediately. “That has to take priority over anything normal—”

Shiro snorted loudly. “Since when was anything about our lives normal?”

“True,” said Allura, doing her best to squash down disappointment. She and Shiro were built for the war—for the universe, and they took pride in that. They didn’t have room for something as frivolous as dating. The universe had to come first.

“Hey.” Shiro’s hand touched her shoulder, gentle and almost hesitant. “Do you want to make this a date?”

“Huh?”

“Well…” Shiro shrugged and gestured to the scene around them. “Quiet walk, beautiful moon, beautiful lake.” He glanced at her and winked. “Beautiful princess. What do you think?”

He was asking about more than just today, Allura realized. Yes, he seemed to be saying, they were the Princess and the Black Paladin. They didn’t have time for what most couples did when they were courting. But maybe they could make it work in their own way.

Allura took Shiro’s hand off her shoulder and intertwined her fingers. “I think I’d like that.”

Shiro’s answering smile was beaming.

(In the end, they forgot to collect any moon rocks and had to send Keith and Lance to get some. “It’ll be good for them,” said Shiro. “Besides, they need practice with diplomacy.” And he snuggled Allura a bit closer.)

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Caramel Skin Under A Vanilla Sky prt 46 full draft

Finding Lance was easy, he was leaning against the wall a few steps away from the dining room doors. With his mask pulled down, he had one hand over his mouth as he leaned his forehead against his bent arm

"I know I shouldn't have snapped. It's just Pidge being Pidge and trying to show she's happy for us. This on me, not her"

"No. Yes and no. You're not the only one who wanted to be able to tell people when we were ready"

Turning, Lance leaned his back on the wall with a sigh

"I know. I wanted to... it wasn't a great secret, but everyone we told respected us enough to not make a huge deal. I wanted to talk to Hunk first. He knows something awful happened on that prison ship. Then Pidge... Like, when I was ready. And you... you just got outed in front of everyone for dating me"

Walking over to Lance, Keith nodded as he flopped himself back against the wall to stand next to his boyfriend

"I don't care. I have no idea how we're going to work out any of this if we're both working seperate jobs, but I know that I want to be with you, no matter how frustrating you are"

"Well that's great. I'm frustrating and you're gay"

Looking to Lance, Lance had a smile on his lips

"Tell me something I don't know?"

"I wear a size 10"

Keith raised an eyebrow, Lance lifting his right foot to roll his ankle and show off his boot

"I didn't know that"

Shrugging, Lance seemed to be doing better than he thought he was. Especially if he could crack a joke

"You asked for something you didn't know"

"I know I did. How do you feel? Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's not much to say. I snapped at Pidge. Pidge caused me to snap because she doesn't know I'm messed up in the head. I'm still angry, and now everyone knows we're dating...  I'm sorry, babe. If I hadn't freaked..."

Nudging Lance, Keith slipped his hand in Lance's

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I was the one teasing you in the alcove. I have no idea how Pidge managed to hear us"

"The gremlin probably built some super spy tech she wanted test and then heard us by accident"

"That does sound like something she'd do. I swear I didn't know she was coming"

"It's ok. I mean, if I'd known, it would have been something else to be a douche over"

Keith rolled his eyes. So Lance wasn't crying because he internally berating himself

"You're not being a douche. You're shaken up. We can totally skip out on dinner. Go back to my room, eat the metric ton of chocolate I had your mum pick up for us. Take that bubble bath?"

"Yeah... I mean, I'd like to say yes, but if we don't go back, it's going to be worse. Pidge and Hunk are going to be asking if we're alright. We're getting to get smothered all over again. Coran can keep a secret, but he often blabs when it comes to comforting someone else..."

That was true. Lance had nearly blurted out they were married. He'd been literally ticks away from saying so. Coran probably wouldn't have someone to interrupt him in there

"So you want to go back in?"

"I don't want to but that's, you know, part of being adult"

"Being a adult is over rated. Can I hold your hand?"

Laughing at him, Lance pulled him off the wall, stealing a quick kiss

"You're already holding my hand, mullet"

"I know. I want to hold it when we walk back in. I've waited so long to tell everyone you're finally mine"

Lance's smile wavered

"I'm sorry... I should have..."

Shit. He didn't mean it like that. He wasn't trying to accuse Lance of anything. He needed time. They still needed time

"No! No, babe. I mean, I'm so fucking proud to be yours. That's all. I love you"

"I love you, too. I'm sorry, you couldn't tell everyone sooner because of me. I'm still... I don't know. I know I love you, but you know how it goes. First comes kisses, then making out, then sex... and I don't know how to cope with that... I didn't know how to cope with... earlier. I wasn't.. disgusted. You know that right? You don't disgust me. I just wasn't expecting it... or to, you know, react to it. I don't know what to do"

 Tugging Lance up to him, Keith wrapped his free arm around him

"Babe. I don't expect you to do anything at all. And I think this is a conversation we need to sit down and have. We can work out what's ok, what's too much, and what makes you feel good. I want you to feel good"

"I want you to feel good too... What was happening in your dream?"

Keith hadn't meant having the conversation here, ok... he could do this. They probably weren't expecting them back at all, and if it helped him calm, then it was worth it

"Well... You don't get to laugh, ok"

"No laughing. I promise"

"Have you ever had a dream where you wake up in it, and you think you're actually awake?"

Lance snorted, Keith growling

"Not laughing. But yes... mostly back on Earth"

"I had a dream I woke up with you in my arms and I was horny as hell, but when I went into the bathroom you caught me as I came. Then you said you didn't want to run away anymore. I was eating you out, kind of moaning your name and woke up when you threw those clothes on me"

Lance shivered against him. Keith's words had tumbled out in one long embarrassed mumble

"Shit... that's kind of..."

"I won't make you do that"

"No... no... ugh... I was going to say hot. I can see why you... Maybe I shouldn't have asked. Let's just go back to dinner?"

"Are you ok, babe?"

Lance smelt aroused. It wasn't strong, but it was enough for him to want to whisk him away

"Mmm... yeah... you can smell it. I can hear you sniffing"

Sniffing was bad. Quiznak. Sniffing was bad because Galra had repeatedly commented on Lance's scent and now he kind of felt like was acting like they had

"Sorry. I promise I won't do anything"

"I know you won't. Ok. Let's head in..."

   Dinner had continued without them. Their barely touched first courses had been replaced with cooling soup for the second course. Pidge was now talking, arguing, with Zak over some tech thing. Daehra and Lucteal were whispering to Coran. Shiro had his "worried dad" face on, but that softened when they walked back in the room. Possibly warned against making a scene, Pidge continued talking to Zak as they took their seats

"Sorry about that. I'm sorry for losing my temper"

No one expected an apology from Lance, but being Lance, he couldn't help himself. Leaning in, Keith kissed Lance's temple

"It's ok, babe. Let's eat?"

"Yeah..."

 Slowly picking up on conversation, Keith covered for the lapses in Lance answering. Fine tremors seemed to be running through his boyfriend without his mask up to protect him from the smells of the room. Hunk was staring at them like he was confused, as he had been before they'd taken those few doboshes, but Shay was happy. Congratulating them politely, Keith was reminded why Shay was the best out of the partners around the table, not including Lance. Curtis could be grumpy. Veronica was scary. Kolivan didn't speak, and Ezor was Ezor. Shay was always soft and genuine, yet fiery when she needed. Curtis earned himself a mental demotion with no clue at all... but none of them compared to Lance, and he wasn't dating any of them, so his opinion really didn't matter that much. It was all Lance's fault he was even thinking about everyone else. His boyfriend had made him realise how weirdly shallow his world was, or was he not shallow because simply accepted it all, as long as his friends were happy...

 Now he just needed Lance to eat a little more, and things would be prefect.

 Keith knew the Galra across from the table weren't a threat, Lance knew they weren't a threat, but the slightest loud scrape of cutlery from had Lance inching closer to him discretely. Or it had been discretely. Lance was nearly in his lap now. His shaking had only grown worse. Nudging him gently, Lance looked paled as he faced him

"Babe, do you want to go back to our room?"

Nodding, Lance placed down his cutlery clumsily

"Sorry, I don't feel very well"

"That's fine... Mum, Lance and I are going to grab his stuff from the Telula. We'll see you later"

Krolia nodded with a kind smile that didn't reach her eyes as she realised Lance didn't look well

"Of course. It's wonderful to have you here. If you, or your team, needs anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask"

"Thanks, Krolia. Thank you for dinner. Sorry guys, I'm still a bit wiped out from work. Breakfast tomorrow?"

Posing the question to the table, Shiro's team and his both agreed. Speaking up for Lance's team, nothing got by Daehra

"We shall accompany you to collect our own belongings. Thank you for your kind hospitality. Daibazaal is a beautiful planet"

"We like it. Enjoy your stay. Keith, don't forget to let Kosmo out for the night"

"I won't forget. Good night, everyone"

He wouldn't forget because his wolf had already deserted him. Kosmo was probably prowling the grounds in the search of anyone who'd give him belly rubs and pats.

  The walk back to the Telula was more a stagger for Lance, who was leaning heavily against Keith. Getting him into the Telula, Th'al, Tobias and Lucteal left Keith with Daehra. Lucteal pausing to fetch a trashcan, which Lance needed as only a few ticks later he was throwing up. Preparing Lance's injection, it was a lighter red than he remembered, and the vial chamber was only half as full. Jabbing the gun up against Lance's arm, Daehra sighed as Lance heaved again

"I was hoping you'd be able to keep a meal down. I know you threw up breakfast, you probably also skipped lunch"

Nodding his head, Lance released the side of the bin to give them a weak thumbs up

"He threw up breakfast?"

Keith wasn't impressed. Lance had said he'd eaten. Not that he'd eaten and thrown it all up, and hadn't eaten since. Napping all day didn't make up for not eating

"Babe! I could have had food delivered to our room"

Spitting into the trashcan, Lance wiped at his mouth as he reappeared

"Sorry. My stomach didn't feel great. It still doesn't"

"It's a side effect from weaning him down on his medication"

"That and all these quiznakking scents"

Keith was sure it could be a combination of any number of things. Not simply due to withdrawal, and scents, but nerves, anxiety and trying not to be triggered by Blade members that Lance didn't know

"Is there something you could have him for the nausea?"

"No. Lance has requested not to be put on anything else, even natural herbal remedies. Shiro would like for Lance to meet with Kre'el tomorrow. He will be taking both of you after breakfast. Coran has offered to show me how to work the new programming he made up for my holopad. The Atlas holds man advanced scanners, so I am also receiving an updated and more accurate mapping system"

"Our mapping system is fine. Also, the program is for all of us. So make sure Lucteal knows how to operate it, and make sure Zak doesn't tamper with it. The last thing I need is for..."

 Throwing up again, Keith rubbed his boyfriend's back in sympathy. The quintant had been ridiculously long, and he still wanted to talk to Lance about the outpost he'd bought. The Gilded Cage was for Th'al. If he told himself that, then it wasn't so bad... It wasn't great. He didn't think it was a smart or sane investment... but if Lance was going to remain in that sector of space, Keith wanted him to have every bit of support he could... because he sure as hell wasn't letting Lance move out there alone. He considered this "transitioning" thing to be bullshit. It wasn't like he was dead, but Blade members died, and everything continued on. New members were sworn in. Old members sidestepped into new roles. The Blades had been operating for thousands of years. He was simply another cog.

 "Leandro. Please. Keith, he should be alright shortly. I know we said we wished to gather our belongings, but we would all feel more comfortable here. I, myself, am quite exhausted. Shiro gave us a thorough tour on the back of yours, and we had very little time to rest. So I will leave you now. If anything happens, please let me know. Seizures. Dizziness. Headaches. Bleeding..."

"Daehra, stop scaring Keith. I'm ok. Tomorrow I'll try something drier like crackers. I'll see you for breakfast..."

"Keith, do not let him fool you"

Keith gave Daehra a tight smile

"I won't. Thank you. Babe, let's get your teeth brushed and you into bed. It's been a long day"

Whining, Lance handed over the trashcan. Apparently it was coming to bed with them?

"A long day with a with 9 varga nap... why am I so tired again?"

"Because you insist on pushing your body. Now, please rest. Keith, please call if you need me"

"I will. Don't worry, he's not getting off that easily"

  Sending Lance ahead to their room, Keith rinsed the contents of the bucket out then washed then washed the mess away down the toilet, before heading down to join Lance in their room. Despite all the ups and downs, and despite the fact that the Telula was Lance's ship and not his, their bedroom there felt more like it was his than his own bedroom in the palace. This was his safe place with Lance, and if he was honest, it was just about his most favourite place in the universe, second only to being at Lance's side. He was most well and truly whipped.

 Finding Lance's bedroom half buried in a small stacks of what seemed to be strategically set out papers, Lance had crawled up to his side of the bed and was now half hanging off like he was drunk. Carrying the trash can around the side, Keith squatted down beside his lover as he placed the trashcan beside the bed

"How are you feeling?"

"Embarrassed"

Pushing Lance's fringe back, the Cuban gave a tired sigh

"What have you got to be embarrassed for?"

"This... this whole day. Nothing went like I wanted it to. I was going to come home to you. Tell you what I'd done, you'd yell, then we'd look at the outpost plans together. Then we'd cuddle and I'd ask you spend my heat with me... because I wanted to build a stupid home with you..."

Lance's eyes filled with tears as he sniffled softly

"... but instead, I'm trying to come off this red stuff and it's worse than the blue and I can't just go cold turkey because we have all this other stuff going on, and I'm crying because my emotions are all over the place and I thought weaning myself off wouldn't be this bad... but it's been awful. And now I've stopped working nonstop again, I feel like I've stalled and fucked up all over again... and I don't want to be like this... I want to apologise to Pidge again, and I want to talk to Hunk, and... Coran... and I really want to snuggle up with you and have you hold my hand"

 Keith gave an affectionate snort, his boyfriend was too adorable when he was asking for attention and affection. His very public boyfriend was adorable when asking for attention and affection. The novelty of now being able to say it out loud wasn't going to wear off anytime soon

"That's a lot of "ands" babe. You had two small hiccups tonight. Two. That's all. I know you're super conscious of scents. I also know how hard it was for you at dinner, but you snapping at Pidge wasn't unprovoked. You stepped out, calmed your breathing down and you came back inside without running away. The second hiccup, that's not your fault. You're working so hard to get clean and I'm so beyond proud of you for that"

"I feel stupid. If you really don't want to live at the outpost, I can turn it into something else... I just... I know I need my job right now... but I feel like I'm slipping because of how I acted around those Galra. The probably think I'm the rudest idiot in existence"

"Babe, that's not the case at all. You're letting your emotions get to you. Now, you said you want to snuggle, but your room's a disaster. These papers, what are they?"

"Charts. Maps. Plans for the club, and the outpost... mission records and stuff from rebel camps. We were missing for two phoebs... I did the maths... you know... we've been together for 9 phoebs to the outside world. 9. For us, it's barely been 6... We missed that anniversary. We missed my birthday, we missed your birthday. Mami probably wanted us to come back to Earth because Christmas is next phoeb... All this missing time... it's depressing. I'm tired of you ending up in a pod, me ending up in a pod, you getting caught up in stuff because my head decides I need to go backwards. I just want to cuddle my boyfriend and do my job. Why does that have to be so hard?"

 "I don't know babe. Why don't you strip down while I clean up a little? Then you can have all the cuddles you like"

Lance frowned at him

"How is that fair on you? You have questions"

"I have questions that can wait until the morning. You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?"

Groaning at him, Lance rolled back onto his back, both hands covering his face

"I selfishly rant at you, and you tell me I'm beautiful?"

"Yep. Because you might not have been listening to your rant, but I was. The day didn't go like you planned, but you wanted to come home to me"

Lance huffed

"Of course I wanted to come home to you. You're my boyfriend. I just had to clean up all the mess the Atlas made first, plus you know, the funeral. It was a nice service and all, Annla was gutted. So I took her out with me for supply runs and stuff... and why am I rambling again?"

"Babe, you ramble a lot when you're sleepy"

That's one thing that hadn't changed. Lance used to ramble quiet a lot when he was sleepy and they were living on the castle. Back when they'd met it'd been annoying, now... he was more than happy to let Lance ramble

"God. I'm so cringe worthy... why do you date me?"

Carefully starting to collect the papers around the room, it looked like Lance had put more effort into buying both properties than he'd it seem like

"Because as dorky, and stupid, as you are. My dorky, stupid, idiot, that I've missed too. Tomorrow will be better, you'll see"

 There was a few ticks of silence, before Lance yawned again as he started struggling with the jacket from the clothes Krolia had made them wear

"I'm not rambling, you're rambling. You and that mullet of yours... like some perfectly toned Adonis... stupid hot husband... stupid perfect arse... stupid abs..."

Lance continued his list of "stupids", while trying to undress as Keith listened on smiling as he cleaned up.

    *

Morning two on Daibazaal was how morning one was supposed to have been. Tangled up in their blankets, Keith had spent the whole night spooned up in his arms. His boyfriend stirring just about the same time he had. Ignoring morning breath, they traded soft kisses. Lance enjoying the way Keith blushed softly as he played with his silky hair

"Sleep well?"

"Like you wouldn't believe. I'm sorry for being weird last night... and pretty much all of yesterday"

Leaning up to capture his lips again, Keith smiled into the kiss, his lips still against Lance's as he spoke

"It's alright, babe. As long as you're feeling better"

"I am. I don't want to get out of bed"

Not with everything they had to do. Sliding his hand up Lance's side, Lance shivered as he grew wet between his legs. Keith might not have been the one having pretty extreme dreams...

"Ita a good thing no ones expecting us to rush. I'm pretty sure we can get a full half varga of cuddling before we have to human"

Lance gasped, pushing Keith down as he faked shock

"Keith! You want to play hooky? What, you're not going to force me up to train? Prod at me or tell me that I have to go do my job?"

The soft touch on his side turned to unplanned tickling. Lance screaming as he tried to escape the unprovoked attack.

 Howling with laughter, Keith flipped them over. Lance wrapping his legs around his boyfriend as he fought him off. Begging for mercy, Lance was finally freed of torment. Keith huffing like he was from how hard they'd laughed. Staring into his boyfriend's sparkling eyes, Lance was struck all over again by Keith's beauty. His slightly long lashes, his soft cheek bones and parted lips. This man loved him. He loved him like there was no tomorrow. Surging up, he poured all the love he could into the kiss. Keith squeaking then moaning as he relaxed into the touch. Between his legs Keith ground up against him, Lance embarrassed as he mewed at the feeling. Rolling his hips back shyly, Keith groaned, abandoning his lips to start mouthing at his neck, Lance's face forced into the crook of his boyfriend's neck as he inhaled Keith's musky scent. Nipping at his soft flesh, Lance moaned out Keith's name, Keith biting harder at the sound. Unsure where he was supposed to be grabbing, or what he was supposed to do now, Lance moved his hands up to cup Keith's face as push him back. Keith flushed as a tick passed and his lips were back against Lance's.

 Clumsy kisses slowly turned to sloppy making out, both men grinding hard against each other as Lance followed what his brain was trying to tell him. Unexpected making out was a great wakeup. Dream Lance had been right to tell Keith that he needed to stop running away. This wasn't sex. He was still covered. He could end this at any time... and it was nice to feel wanted because he was loved. Feeling the heat pooling in his belly, his inner thighs trembled, breaking the frenzy of kisses, he gasped for breath as Keith reattached to his neck. Pulling Keith tighter against him with his legs, Keith let out a growl, warmth spreading across his boyfriend's boxers and soaking into his own lust flooded his senses. His underwear was sodden now, Keith's providing the perfect friction as he ground up to seek all the pleasures given by Keith's lust... Rutting through his orgasm, Keith's lust pushed him over, Lance panting out Keith's name as he came in his boxer briefs, clinging to Keith as he whimper moaned softly, body awash with the warmth of release

"Keith... Keith... oh dios... creo que acabo de morir..."

 Rolling them sideways, Keith sat him up in his lap. Soft warm hands moving up his chest and to cup his face

"Babe... are you ok?"

"Mmm... that was... unexpected... oh dios..."

"I... don't... I didn't mean to"

The look on Keith's face caused his chest to tighten

"Babe, I know. I know you wouldn't... I wanted it... when you looked down on me while tickling me, I wanted it... You're so fucking beautiful Keith"

"You didn't... I didn't?"

He should of panicked? Shouldn't he? But... it felt good...? Keith was panicking though... he could smell it under the lust. He didn't want Keith to panic. Not when that... had felt good... Keith would have stopped if he'd asked. He knew Keith would have. This was there safe space that now stank to high heaven of them and them alone. Leaning down, Lance kissed Keith softly. He liked the initiate moment. He'd felt normal. Like a normal person with their lover

"No, babe... no boundaries overstepped... but we might need a shower"

"Are you sure? I... fuck, you're so perfect. I love you. I love you so quiznakking much"

"I love you too. I haven't been able to sleep well without you there... but waking up like this... I don't feel scared"

"I won't let anyone hurt you. Never again"

"I know... let's take a shower?"

"Ok. I do you want to go first?"

"I meant both of us. If we're already running late, they can't be mad at us if we're conserving water, right?"

"I like the way you think. If you need me to back off, or space, you'll tell me right?"

Keith was perfect. His husband was perfect...

"Quiznak! That's right. I found them... hang on"

 Climbing off Keith, his underwear was soaked and squishy... not a great feeling, but he needed to act while e remembered. Opening the top drawer of his bed side table, he pulled Annla's two gold hair clips out

"What are you doing?"

"Here. I found them. Stick your left hand out for me"

Keith's brow was drawn with confusion as he held his hand out. Popping the tiny magnet clip, Lance clipped it around Keith's ring finger. With the ridges on the inside digging in, it didn't make a great ring, but he kind of wanted to wear them now he'd found them again. Pulling his hand back, Keith stared at the golden accessory

"Where did these go?"

"I found them behind the bed. It's not exactly a ring, but I wanted... to maybe wear them? I don't have the hair for it, but you do. And I can wear it over my glove... am I being stupid?"

"No... no. I had no idea where they went. I thought I put them in the bedside drawer but they weren't there"

"There the closest thing we have to wedding rings"

 Letting out a growl, Keith scrambled across the bed, hefting him up into his hold as he stepped off the bed. Clinging to Keith,  Lance let out a weird kind of giggle as his accidental husband nuzzled his neck

"As your husband, I say it's time we get you out those wet clothes"

"Oh? Getting bossy now?"

"Not at all. Your health and comfort are my number one priority. Hang on tight"

"I've got you babe"

"And I've got you"

   *

Keith had gone to town on Lance's neck. The bold hickeys made it look like he'd been mauled. The bold hickeys also made him blush... and feel slightly smug. Anyone to see his neck would know exactly what he and Keith had been up to... Showering each other down, Keith had let him clean himself without saying anything when he took the cloth back. Unlike the heat of the bedroom, the shower was soft and loving. Each tracing their lovers lines and scars. Keith's fingers hovering over the scar on his shoulder, as well as a new one on his arm that he hadn't had the heart to break to his husband. Dropping his head to nuzzle at Lance's neck, Keith let out a shaky sigh

"I don't want to admit it, but... I think... I think you needed those three movements without me. I think... that maybe something in you needed it. When you ran away because of my mother, I realised how little I know about being a true leader. Leading Voltron was hard, so hard that most of the time I didn't know if I was doing it right. I wouldn't have gotten any of it right without you... But you... Maybe you weren't born to be a leader, but you became one. I realised I've been keeping a wall between me and my team this whole time. If I... if I went through what you did, I don't think I could say it. To anyone. Not to my team. Not to the man I liked... I realised that... I need to work on trusting my team as friends, not as an outsider. I don't like it. Not being by your side. I want to protect you from everything... always. I want to keep you close and be the only one you love... I wasted these three movements missing you. Every day I did what I was supposed but... I don't think I reached out to my team. Not like you would have... I don't know what to do if I'm still serving the Blades, while you're off doing your own job. I feel like I'm stuck in a rut, and being by your side out there, I brought something in me back to life. For years I longed for a loving, stable family. For my dad to magically come back... Now I have this stable home, I still don't know what I'm doing. Everything you do, you do so well. You were never just an extra spare wheel on the castle. Never. I was too chicken shit not to tell you that... you weren't the best Paladin to begin with, but you worked your arse off twice as hard as anyone. You... you have this habit where you think your life means nothing... but you mean so much. So fucking much to me... Promise me, you won't try to throw your life away. You want to build a home... I want to build a home with you too. I always thought it would be on Earth. I always wanted you to get your wish to go home. How do I get better at this? Loving you and not controlling you?"

 Lance melted into hold, wrapping his arms firmly around his husband as he nuzzled into Keith's collarbone

"You don't control me. You want what's best for me. But when everyone wants the best, they forget that I'm the one who has to cope with it. I have to keep up with who knows what. Have to keep up with what they do and they say... when you treat me like it didn't happen, that's what feels best. When you ask softly to make sure I'm ok, or you're there when I have a panic attack... that's good too. But what's even better is when you open up to me. I think you're closer to your team than you think. You wouldn't have stayed together so long if you didn't get along. Even when ordered. I mean, you came back all infinitely patient and that from your space whale cruise, but you can still be a total hothead when you're in a situation you don't like. I want a safe and healthy relationship with you. I want to transition into having you around all the quiznakking time, but you need to make peace with you. I can't do that for you... I can't even make peace with me..."

"How do you know all of this?"

"People watching... I was kind of a weird child..."

"Not much as changed then"

 Nipping Keith's collarbone slightly harder than intended, his husband yelping as he stepped out of his hold

"What was that?"

"Revenge. That's what you get for being rude. Besides, you marked my whole neck up. It's fair that I get to leave a few marks of my own"

"That's... fair. I might have overdone it"

"No... you were showing how much you love me, in your own clumsy way"

"I do love you. I feel like I'm saying it too much"

"I'm getting used to it... I feel... I can love you better than I could before. You did that for me... I still feel like this is all a dream... because I never knew what it was like to really love someone like this. And I thought you said I only rambled when I'm sleepy"

Ending with a joking tone, Keith smiled at him

"I secretly love it when you ramble"

"And I secretly love that you let me. We should dry and dress... Quiznak only knows how long we've been in here"

    *

Opting to dress in nicer causal clothes, Lance's withdrawal decided to sneak up and gut punch him while he was trying to tie his boots. One tick he'd been on the side of the bed, the next he was face first on the floor with Keith's by his side. The room spinning as tried to blink it into focus, his stomach rumbling to remind him he hadn't eaten anything... that he'd kept down since before arriving on Daibazaal

"Babe? Are you listening?"

"I'm ok... I think I'm hungry"

Closing his eyes, Lance could practically hear Keith counting to three before opening them

"You're hungry?"

"Hungry or withdrawal... probably hungry...?"

"You scared the quiznak out of me"

"I'm sorry. Help me up?"

"No. You can stay there until I've done your boots up. Then I'm taking you to the dining room, where I expect you to eat"

"Why else would anyone go to the dining room?"

At least he hadn't threatened to sik Daehra onto him...

"The moment you're done eating, you're going to see Daehra. I would take you there first, but you need food more than you need a lecture"

And yet...

"I'm fine. Just a little near faint spell to keep you on your toes"

"I'd rather you didn't..."

  Piggy backed by Keith, Lance kept poking at his cheek. Keith was wearing Annla's hair clip now on the end of his braid, while Lance had his clipped to where his little finger should be over his gloves. His reasoning being that he'd probably bump into Pidge, so his gloves weren't going anywhere anytime soon. Not until he was comfortable enough to show her. On his own time and in his own way. He got that she'd been scared and on the outer of everything happening, and that she was a hyperactive gremlin with her heart in the right place, but the previous day had been super stressful, and he was starting to get that sick feeling in his stomach knowing he'd have to head out and face the world.

 Hitting the hand pad next to the dining room door, laughter flooded out the room. Lance peering cautiously over Keith's shoulder. The tables of the space pushed together to make a long table down the middle. In the kitchen area, Hunk and Shay were cooking away like they owned the place

"Uh... are you seeing this?"

"Yeah... do you think we can back away quietly before they noticed?"

Judging my the look Curtis was giving them, they'd already been noticed

"Your brother in law is staring at us... and now he's telling Shiro"

Whispering to Shiro, Shiro looked at the pair of them

"Good morning. Th'al said you hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so we came to collect you"

 Loosening his hold on Lance's legs, Lance slid off Keith's back. He was kind of happy that they weren't headed into the palace to find everyone, but it was weird as hell to have them all in his ship

"Babe?"

"It's ok. They've noticed us, so we can't run..."

"We could"

"Don't tempt me. Make for Coran, it looks safe at the end of the table"

Coran was wiping at some spot on the table. Lance didn't have the heart to tell him that it would never come off. The tables came with the ship... And space pirates were dirty arseholes

"Ok"

 Holding his hand as Keith led him over to the two free seats at the table, the table hushed as he and Keith sat. Praying nothing was on the chair, he'd half checked before he sat... but that was only half checked and there was a whole other half

"Will you stop staring? We slept late"

Pidge cackled. Lance didn't know what to do. They'd innocently slept late... then fooled around that morning. It was Keith's fault for having dirty dreams about him... and for being so intoxicatingly sweet. Clearing his throat, Hunk yelled from the kitchen

"I hope you feel like pancakes. You're better stocked than I imagined"

"Hunk, there's no way we'd ever say no to pancakes. We picked up fresh supplies that not long ago"

"Daehra was telling us"

Lance nodded, now he didn't know what to say. She would have been able to fill them in on everything that happened out there... Nope. Nope. He could do this...

"So what's been happening since last night?"

"Nothing much. We were waiting for you two to both wake up. You know Lance, I'd be happy to take a look at your ship's security if you need?"

Pidge gazing at him hopefully, Zak shooting her a glare that went ignored

"Her programming is fine, thank you. Zak takes careful care. All the major systems require you to be in the database and have clearance to use them. It's safer that way"

 The last thing Pidge needed access to, was anything from any of the armoires or holds. If she, Lucteal and Zak were to work together, the consequences would be terrifying

"Fiiine, but if you change your mind, I'm up for it. I've never been on a ship like this before"

"There's no ship out there quite like the Telula. She's my good girl. The love of my life"

 Th'al looked up from the cup she was nursing, fixing Pidge in her stare

"You haven't been on a ship like this junker, because you haven't picked fights with smugglers before. Or weapons dealers, or pirates... you said it was pirates, but I thought you got this heap of trash in a skirmish with smugglers?"

Hissing at Th'al, Lance hugged the table in front of him

"What's a few battles between friends? It's not my fault you have no sense of taste. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining when we were using all the appropriated GAC to buy you that club..."

Picking the knife up off her plate casually, Th'al pegged it at his chair where it embedded itself just above his back

"Oi! Stop damaging my ship!"

"Then don't be rude! She's a junker!l

"She's my junker! Let me enjoy my spoils of war!"

"Then get better spoils!"

Groaning, Lance rubbed his cheek against the table

"Don't you listen to her baby. She's just cran... Ahhhh! Stop throwing cutlery at me!"

 Throwing her fork, it embedded itself near his nose, Lance opting to safely and less than gracefully force himself into Keith's lap

"Keith! Why aren't you protecting me?"

"Because she's fucking scary"

Around the table their friends laughed, Lance groaning at them all. Tipping her cup towards Keith, Th'al gave a nod

"I approve"

Who was she to approve?! He didn't need anyone's approval. He needed her to stop picking on him, and the others to stop laughing

"We don't need you to approve. You got your GAC, so place nice with everyone. Besides... a certain someone had banned me from... picking fights with everyone..."

Mumbling out the second part of his sentence, Lance pouted

"... so don't go damaging my girl"

"Whoa! You actually managed to muzzle this idiot? I've known him for phoebs and he's always been a stubborn idiot. Like that time..."

"La la la. No one needs to know"

Th'al raised her spoon, Lance shrinking back into Keith

"You didn't even let me start"

And nor did he want her to. With no one at the table helping him out, Lance looked to the kitchen

"Hunk, buddy. Bail a brother out. Is breakfast finished?"

Hunk hummed, talking loudly to Shay like he hadn't heard him. Why was everyone picking on him so early? And why did this make him feel... ok with it? No. He was just too hungry to focus on anything other than his stomach... which chose then to let out a loud growl.

 "Keith, you were supposed to make sure he ate"

Pulling the knife out the back of the chair next to them, Keith gently pushed Lance out of his lap and into his own chair

"Sorry, Daehra. We slept through the whole night, then had a shower and came here. The plan was he was going to eat before we came and saw you"

Daehra nodded, able to sense the mostly truth in Keith's words. No one needed to know they'd dry humped like rabbits

"Isn't Daehra your medic? Why did you need to check in with her?"

Lance wasn't sure if Pidge was asking the question out of concern or curiosity. He wasn't going to force the others to lie for his fuckups

"Daehra is also my second in command with Lucteal. She mentioned Coran had a program for her, so we were going to check in with her before the day began"

"You forgot you organised breakfast, didn't you?"

Lance rolled his eyes at Pidge

"I didn't forget anything Pigeon. I just have things to do and no idea what the time is here"

Poking her tongue out, Pidge didn't seem to be holding a grudge over him losing his temper the previous night, still, Lance wanted to apologise. It didn't sit right with him. He knew too well what it was like to be on the outside

"How can you not know Daibazaal Standard Time?"

"Because we don't use it where we live?"

"You don't? I thought it was as standard as GAC?"

Lance shook his head. He really hated everything to do with time now

"Nope. There's something a little strange when it comes to time out there. We were talking about this. For you guys it's been about 10 phoebs since Keith first came looking for Guile. For us, it's closer to 7 and a bit. When we were at the outpost, it was a matter of few quintants, but for you it was two phoebs. So there's no point using Daibazaal time when everything's so hinky"

Keith gaped at him

"That long?"

"Didn't you keep track? It's been like 16 phoebs since I last went back to Earth"

16 standard phoebs... Holy Quiznak... time had flown at an insane rate since Keith came back into his life...

"I did, but this time thing... Holy quiznak, why didn't you guys tell me we've been together that long? Dae!"

Dae smiled at him

"Because it feels like only yesterday we met. It feels natural to be by your side"

"See guys, this is why Daehra is my favourite"

 Bringing over two plates stacked high with pancakes and berry syrup, Hunk placed them down in front of him and Keith

"Hunk's rising up the list to a close second. These look great. Thank you"

They looked great and a little too rich for his tender stomach, but Lance wasn't saying no to fresh pancakes without any strings attached

"No worries, man. Like I said, you were better stocked than I thought you'd be"

"I'm not cruel enough to make my crew eat goop. No offence Coran, but real food is sooo much better"

Coran chuckled

"No, I quite understand. I'm glad you got some rest, you looked quite pale last night"

"I'm fine. We still need to talk to you... Shiro, how long do I have before you want me to talk to Kre'el?"

 Shiro exchanged a look with Curtis. Lance lowering the fork he was starting to pick up as his stomach clenched. Was he not meant to ask?

"Shiro, what's happening with Kre'el?"

"Her condition worsened overnight. Her stay in the pod wasn't enough to stabilise her body. We wanted you to have a good breakfast before telling you"

Lance drew his brow in anger. Was this why the whole team had shown up here? Not because he'd missed breakfast, but because they were worried how he'd take the news? Or did they think he skipped breakfast because he was avoiding doing his job?

"Who knew? Did you all know?"

Turning his glare on Keith when no one replied, Keith raised his hands

"I had no idea. Shiro. Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

Curtis answered for his boyfriend

"How much sooner?"

"I don't know, like the tick we walked in! She fucking tortured us, and what, you were going to let her die before Lance could get answers?"

There went the good mood. Lance's glare turned to self annoyance... He needed to stop letting Kre'el rule his emotions. Placing his hand on Keith's arm, he squeezed softly knowing that he wasn't the only one who needed those answers. Clearing his throat, Shiro sat a little straighter

"You both need breakfast. Her condition is being monitored. She's worsened, but not quite at death's door. We have time for breakfast, and have you scheduled to talk to her shortly before lunch. I know what you must be thinking, but we weren't hiding it from you. Her condition worsened over night. There was nothing immediately that could be done, and waking you both wouldn't have changed anything. It was better you both get a goodnight sleep"

 Lance nearly snapped. It was on the tip of his tongue to snark back at Shiro. To ask him how it was better for him and Keith to sleep and potentially miss the chance to question Kre'el. He quiznakking wanted to. His good morning had been ruined by the small bit of news. No longer did he want to look at everyone, and he definitely didn't want to eat. The table atmosphere had fallen heavy at the word "torture". Pushing the plate away from him, Keith turned his arm to capture Lance's hand in his before he could run. Not that he'd intended to run. He just didn't feel like eating now

"Babe, you need to eat. For me, please"

"I don't know if I can"

"Just a little. You need the calories. Two pancakes, and I won't push it"

"Two...?"

Keith nodded, his thumb tracing circles on the back of Lance's gloved hand. Two... might be manageable. Eating anything more would only lead to him throwing it up

"I promise. If you eat two, I won't force you to eat more"

"Two. For you. But I want to see Kre'el straight after breakfast"

Keith looked to Shiro

"We can do that, can't we?"

Shiro nodded, Lance almost grateful the man knew he was messed up in the head. It prevented him from kicking up a fuss over Lance eating so little

"Two pancakes and we'll go. She'll only talk to Lance, so you'll be monitoring the conversation with me, Keith"

"Absolutely not. I'm not letting her talk to him alone"

"She'll be cuffed and unable to touch him"

"That doesn't make her any less dangerous! She's a psychopath!"

"I know there's a risk, but I swear I would do nothing to endanger Lance. Nothing to endanger either of you"

 For quiznaks sake. He hadn't missed bickering at all. Shaking Keith's hand off, Lance grabbed the top two pancakes, rolled then into a tube, then stuffed the whole lot in his mouth. The coldness of the syrup saving his mouth from the heat of the fresh pancakes as he choked the mess down. The deal was two pancakes. That'd been two. It'd also stopped Keith and Shiro from arguing as they stared at him

"Babe..."

"Lance..."

Making sure he wasn't about to spit food everywhere, Lance ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth before swallowing again. Ignoring that Shiro and Keith had both tried to get his attention at the same time

"You said we could go. I ate. Now Keith has to eat, then we're going. Before then, can I talk to you outside alone, Pidge?"

"Me?"

Blinking at the question, Pidge pointed to herself

"Yeah. It'll only take a tick or two"

"Sure. I mean, I guess... you're not going to kill me, are you?"

"Nope. I'm not planning to. Can you guys make sure Keith eats? We won't be long"

When Keith made a grabbing motion for him, Lance slipped out his chair to escape his grasp. If Keith got his hands on him, he'd try to make him see sense and Lance didn't particularly want to see sense. He wanted to apologise to Pidge before he lost his cool again.

 Leading Pidge a short way down the hall from the dining room, Lance leaned back against the wall with Pidge standing in the corridor. The woman was unusually meek looking as she stared at her feet

"I'm not going to yell at you. I want to apologise for snapping at you last night. It's not really an excuse, but I had a lot on my mind, then you started with my hand, and my relationship with Keith. I know to all of you, we've been together for phoebs, but we're still trying to work out things between us. That's why we hadn't told everyone that we were together. We were planning to, but when we were both ready. When all of this wasn't hanging over our heads. And when people wouldn't be putting us getting together with us being captured. So it hurt when you told everyone what was our news to make public, and I snapped. I'm sorry for that"

 Pidge gazed at him liked he'd grown another head

"You're apologising to me?"

"What else was I going to do? You're hearts in the right place Pigeon, even if that genius brain of yours can't keep up. I know what it's like to be on the outside of things and to not know what's going on. It quiznakking sucks. Keith and I are dating, and I hope that doesn't freak you out or disgust you... We're serious about this. He's serious about this... probably too serious... Grabby cuddly Keith is a lot to get used to... but it's nice. He's nice..."

"I thought you were straight!"

Bursting out her exclamation, Lance sighed at her

"Because I hit on all the girls? It's called being bi. Society just sees it as more acceptable to go around flirting with girls than guys... and I wasn't really sure I was bi until Keith came into my life... he was my first bi crisis... Things are so hectic... and..."

Waving his hand, Lance didn't know where to go next

"That explains a lot... this explains a lot. Still, I can't believe you two are dating... Naaaaw. Keith and Lance are gonnnnna get married!"

"Don't get too far ahead of yourself. Between missions, trips to the pod for both of us, recovery and work, there's been about three good phoebs for us"

"Hang on... hang on, how long before the engagement party were you dating?"

"Umm... a phoeb or two?"

Like he could remember. So much had happened, and for all he really knew he could be wildly off with the dates. The harder he tried to remember them, the more things seemed mixed up and confused. He was sure now that the bit of his brain for memories was the bit they'd scrambled up

"How did I not notice this?!"

"Because I wasn't on the Atlas for that long... We were going to tell you. And Hunk..."

 Scratching the back of his head, he cast his gaze down the hall towards the dining area. He didn't know what came after an apology anymore. Pidge did though. Throwing her small frame on him, she pulled him tight

"You idiot! You're always going off and getting yourself into trouble without telling me! I didn't realise how little we talked anymore... I get so caught up in work... and that's not excuse, but you're my brother. You're both my brothers. I don't want to lose either of you. I want you to both be happy. I'm sorry for outing you. I got too excited to keep my mouth shut"

Hugging the younger woman back, Lance sighed. He wasn't about to change his job, or his life. Things weren't fixed with Pidge, but she'd given him what he'd really needed to hear. That she knew she'd let things between them slide

"It's ok now. But maybe think next time?"

"Being told to think by you... what is the universe coming to. No more nearly dying. I couldn't work at all worrying over both of you"

"I promise to only nearly die, but not to cross over to the other side just yet"

"That's good enough. I missed you, you big dork"

"Thanks, Pidge"

 Lance wasn't sure how he missed Pidge. Everything was so incredibly complicated as it was. He was having to let too many people. So maybe once things got better... he could work on being friends with her again? He didn't hate her. It wasn't that. Not anymore. It was like when they were thrown together as a team and he didn't know how to relate to her. Still, he'd gladly give his life for her. He hoped she could forgive him a little longer for being the selfish idiot he was

"We should head back. Keith's probably nearly blown a fuse having to wait"

"Is he really that bad?"

"Yes and no. It's kind of sweet. He's a total softy. If I don't want to get up,he skips training for cuddles"

Pidge released him, her eyes wide

"No way"

"Yep. "Mr always has to have a blade on him", is a cuddler"

"Wow..."

"You never would have guessed it"

"What's he like in bed?"

Lance groaned. He should have expected this... Starting towards the dining area, he left Pidge behind as he threw back over his shoulder

"That's none of your business. You're too young for such things"

[oddeyecadia]

what if it’s us? (ch. 5)

also posted on ao3 | ch. 1 ch. 2 ch. 3 ch. 4

Quiet and Lance shouldn't ever be put in one sentence. It sounded odd.

Their footsteps and the sounds of the night were the only things filling the gloomy air. Lance had asked Pidge earlier if he could walk her home. She told him he didn't have to and that she was fine on her own yet he insisted. "But I want to. Plus, I made you watch my practice and wasted your time so it'd only be fair if I keep you company for a while."

His reasoning didn't make sense though, she let him. She could use some company.

Lance stayed silent as they walked. Not completely silent because this was Lance she was talking about. Just quiet.

He'd ask her stuff and listen to her talk. But when she'd ask him something, he would just give her a strained smile and a brief answer. No long side stories, no jokes. Nothing.

"Alright. Spill." She finally broke the silence.

"What?"

"What happened back there? Your teammate said something to you before practice. You've been acting weird since then."

"Very observant."

"You're just very easy to read. And I have the people reading skill of a fucking snail so that says a lot."

For the first time since his practice, Lance cracked a genuine smile and snorted. "Yeah, it was nothing. Just temporarily lost my position as flyer."

"Temporarily." She raised a brow. "Meaning you'll get it back right?"

"Not sure about that. Coach said it was because of my injury but I knew they've wanted to replace me for quite a while now."

"The hell would you think that?"

He let out a weak chuckle, his smile straining. "So like, we have three main flyers. I was one of them and was the only guy."

"That's awesome."

"I know right? That was kind of my thing, being Altea's only male flyer. Very proud of that." It was her turn to smile when she saw his proud grin though, it faded away immedietly. "I was doing great y'know? But then this freshmen joined our team and well, he's pretty talented. Super talented, actually. He was already good at things I wasn't when I was a freshmen. He's more flexible, has better footwork, rhythm, balance, everything!"

No wild gesture, instead he kept his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Ever since he joined, they've been making him try some of my parts and stunts. My team wasn't that subtle about it. They kept praising him about how he didn't even have to try while they kept commenting about how I have to try harder and practice more than anyone in the team just to get on his level."

"Is that a bad thing?"

Lance turned to her with a puzzled look. "Well, yeah? My self esteem is crashing, Pidge. It's not fun getting replaced."

"Not that part. I mean, you practicing more. Why're you making it sound like that's something to be ashamed of?"

The tone of her voice remained the same, calm and curious, but the question somehow made the atmosphere change.

Falling once again into silence, his feet stopped moving. Pidge followed and just stood there beside him, waiting for him to answer.

He didn't. She continued.

"Being talented is good and all but just having talent doesn't really do anything. Sure, you have to work harder if you don't have it -which by the way, you absolutely do- but isn't that the point? I don't know much about dancing but from what I've seen, you got the skills. Skill takes more than just talent to have and improve, it needs practice, it needs you to try." A sigh. "And you always try. Sometimes it's annoying but most of the time it's... admirable." Pidge had to look away saying that last word.

She still wasn't sure why it was so difficult for her to give him compliments without her face heating up.

Nonetheless, she really did appreciate how Lance would just... always try. He tried to study every night at the library even though he'd just end up getting distracted most of the time, he was trying to pursue his dreams of becoming a dancer while taking a medical course at the same time, tried befriending her, tried understanding all of the perplex words that would come out of her mouth whenever she'd ramble about tech.

Pidge liked that about him.

She liked all of him. Even the annoying parts.

...

Oh.

Oh.

The mystery of why it was so difficult for her to give him compliments without her face heating up was then solved.

Flustered at the realization, she took a deep breath and looked at her feet to calm the pounding of her chest.

"Wow-" He interrupted her thoughts. Confusion struck her as soon as she looked back at him.

He stared at her with a look she couldn't describe. It was frustrating how she didn't know what that look meant, especially when it gave her strange sensations in her belly. She still stood by her comment about Lance being easy to read, she just haven't seen this look before.

"You really don't have a brain to mouth filter huh?" He asked fondly.

"It's a curse."

Giggling, he then gave her another enticing smile with just the right amount of softness that warmth rushed through her. Out of all of his smiles, this one definitely stood out. Huh. She swore she had seen that smile before. "I like it, anyway."

"Want something to drink? We got coffee, peanut butter milkshake, tea."

"Coffee would be nice."

Keith knew it was a little creepy but, he couldn't help looking at him every two seconds. Not when his crush for almost 5 years looked like that.

At least he could distract himself by making said crush's coffee. The bastard had a complicated coffee mix preference, he liked his sweet with a small glump of cream.

Really, the Holts were late bloomers, he knew that. Pidge didn't even have her first period until sophomore year of high school. But this, this glow up was too late, too sudden, and too much that it was shocking. Not in anyway a bad thing.

Matt's hair was longer, just right above his shoulders, his face got sharper and more masculine, he was taller, his shoulders got broader too. But his smile remained the same, playful and cute. His honey gold eyes still carried curiosity and wonder in them. The last time Keith saw him, which wasn't that long ago, Matt looked like a literal hamster. Now-

"Hamsters are cute. Meaning, you're calling me cute."

Well, fuck. He didn't just say that last sentence out loud.

Trying to cover up the embarrassment, he let out a light laugh as he put the cup of coffee on the counter. "You wish. Here, take your diabetes."

"Thank you." The eldest Holt did just that and blew on it before taking a small sip. Keith didn't miss how his lips twitched at the taste. "I'm guessing Pidge isn't here yet?"

"Yeah. She's with a friend." Keith sat across him. "Want me to text her that you're here?"

"No, no! Let me be a surprise."

"But she already knew you were coming tonight."

"Still." Matt wore a proud smirk as if he won an argument, making Keith chuckle. Damn, he was in love with a loser. A hot loser, at least.

Matt took another sip of his coffee before speaking again. "So, uh, how are you guys? Pidge's been updating me twenty four seven but you- you haven't been responding to my texts lately." That last sentence was said more quietly as he fumbled with his cup.

"Sorry. I've been busy with the upcoming game."

"That's cool. Good luck, by the way."

"Thanks."

"Did you read my last text, though? I was kinda hoping I'd get an answer tonight."

Keith raised a brow. "I haven't." He was about to get his phone from his pocket when Matt suddenly spoke.

"I-! I uhm, I'm just gonna tell you what it says. Or ask you, rather, uh..." Scratching the back of his neck, Matt felt his cheeks heating up as he tried to find the right words to use. This was harder than he thought. "Listen, I'm only gonna be here until next week for our team's research. I want to spend that time not only with my little gremlin of a sister but also with you, so I was wondering if I could... take you out sometime this week?" He ended that with a shy but hopeful smile.

Keith swore his breathing stopped right then and there. Matt had asked him out before but it was through text that it was easier to say no.

But now, he was right in front of him, all awkward and red, it made Keith's heart beat so rapidly, his eyes wide, and mouth slightly opened. He was about to finally say yes but then stopped when his eyes fell back on the scar across the bridge of his nose.

"Did you ask Shiro?" The younger asked, his voice a little shaky, heart sinking slightly.

Matt blinked a couple of times before chuckling humorlessly. "Why would I ask Shiro?"

Keith only looked at him with furrowed brows and doubt in his eyes.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere grew tense.

"Keith, we broke up a year ago." Matt said with a sigh.

Keith internally prepared himself for another one these arguments.

"Yeah, but he's still your-"

"Soulmate. I know. And what about it?" He took a deep breath and continued when Keith only avoided his gaze. "Keith, we've talked about this. Shiro and I talked about this, I'm guessing you and Shiro have talked about this too. What's holding you back?"

Crossing his arms, Keith found himself thinking. The only things that were holding him back from saying yes, from finally being with his first love, were priorities and the universe. Shiro was the universe's first pick for Matt and Shiro's happiness was Keith's first priority.

It seemed wrong, or at least disrespectful, to date his brother's ex boyfriend and soulmate.

But it wasn't the early 2000s anymore, it was normal for people to date and even have families with others who weren't their soulmate, right?

Still, Matt was Shiro's soulmate.

Though, Shiro already said multiple times that it was okay, that he was okay.

So if the universe and Shiro were okay with it... Perhaps-

A warm hand gently holding his interrupted his thoughts. "Give me a chance, Keith. Give us a chance. Think of your happiness this time." Gold glassy eyes stared at him, hopeful and loving. "Please." Matt said, almost a whisper yet he still noticed how shaky it was.

With a squeeze to Matt's hand, Keith finally accepted happiness.

His happiness.

A door slam. "Keith, I-! Oh shit, Matt?"

Keith immediately pulled his hand away- an instant regret for he already missed his warmth -as Matt stood and greeted his spitting image. "H-Hey, Pidge."

Pidge's face brightened, leaving the sun jobless. She then ran to her brother and jumped into his arms. Matt lifted her up and hugged his sister so tightly as if they haven't seen each other in years. "Were you and my Keith holding hands or was I hallucinating?" She asked quietly in a teasing tone.

"I missed you too." He answered instead before pulling away.

Choosing the movie had always been Matt's job, because despite being a big ass nerd, the man had a fine taste in films. Tonight though, the choice was on Pidge.

His brother just kept suggesting cheesy, romantic Disney straight to DVD originals that she had to get the remote away from the 22 year old man in love with her best friend who was currently out getting some quick take outs.

"Jeez, does your sudden chaotic change of movie preference correlates with you finally getting a date or are you just in a very Disney mood?" Pidge asked as she set the bowl of popcorn on the sofa.

Matt put the bowl on the table with a click of his tongue. "I don't know. How about you tell this Lance guy that you guys are soulmates, start dating, and let's see if you'll suddenly have the urge to watch Starstruck or Geek Charming. That'd be an excellent mini research."

"How bout you shut up?"

"Rude." He gasped dramatically. "But seriously though, you should just tell him."

Unlike with other people in her life, Pidge just couldn't keep a secret from Matt. She kept him updated with the things that happened in the past months, soulmate drama and all.

Sitting beside him with a pout and a twist in her stomach at the thought of Lance rejecting her, she said. "It's not that easy, okay? He doesn't like me like that."

"But you like him?"

Her face flushed as she turned her gaze to the TV. "... Maybe." She haven't had the time to think about it deeply when she had this realization earlier, but as much as she wanted to deny it, Lance and his ten thousand smiles made her feel the strangest yet nicest things.

The little scars and bruises along with her left foot tickled slightly at the thought of him.

"How did you know it was the right thing to do?" Pidge suddenly blurted out, either out of curiosity or desperation to change the subject, she wasn't sure.

"Hmm?"

"To let go of Shiro?"

A deep breath. "I just reminded myself that perhaps the universe is wrong. If he isn't happy with me, if we aren't happy, then maybe I'm just not the yee to his haw." Pidge couldn't help but snort at the meme reference. "We shouldn't force ourselves to be together just because the universe miscalculated and picked the wrong brogane. But the universe isn't always wrong."

Hugging her legs, careful with her injured foot, she asked. "What if it is this time, with my soulmate and I?"

"And why would you think that?"

For a second, the soft look on Lance's eyes when he found out about his "soulmate" flashed through her mind. Her chest tightened.

"Because he wouldn't be happy with me."

Matt kept himself from rolling his eyes, only because of how broken her sister looked, and sighed instead. "He doesn't even know yet."

"He seems very much okay with being someone else's soulmate, the universe must've fucked up again for sure."

"What if the universe isn't wrong? You know what dad says, if you keep worrying about what could go wrong, you might miss a chance of doing something great. In this case, if you're so afraid of it being wrong then you might miss a chance of being with someone great."

A small smile appeared on her face at the mention of their father's familiar advice. Although, she missed the weight of his hand on her shoulder, a gesture that would always come with every one of his dad advice.

Those words comforted her, nonetheless.

Pidge took a deep breath, making a decision. "You're right. I should probably tell him." She meant it this time. Pidge then made an internal promise that she would try. Soon. Her lips formed a small smile. "Thanks, Matt."

As if on cue, Keith entered the apartment with two bags of take outs in his hand, holding his helmet with the other. "So what are we watching?"

"A Cinderella Story."

"Matt, no."

[vlotd]

Okay I got some ideas for the end of V:LotD. Obviously there’s still A LOT MORE that needs to be done with this. Also these are my super-sketchy Scrivener notes, so it’s not going to read smoothly, bear with me here. ^_^;

Allura needs to do a thing that requires a massive amount of quintessence - so much that it might kill her. Shiro says, “You can’t!” She angrily tells him she can and will. He says there has to be another way… and then offers to come with her so she can use some of his quintessence, too. But the Lions are needed to fight and Voltron might be needed. They can’t have the Black Paladin missing. 

Allura insists she has to do this alone and if it kills her, so be it. Shiro says, “No!” again, and swallows hard. Then he remembers something. The link. “We’re linked. We have been ever since you pulled me out of Black. Can you take my quintessence through that link?” “Possibly. But the Black Lion requires so much quintessence to pilot…” “I’ll be fine,” he insists. “Use my quintessence as well as yours.” He takes her hand in both of his. “Please.” His eyes plead with her. “We need you. I… I can’t lose you again.” She relents and agrees. 

She has to take one of those personal pods from the Castle over to wherever she needs to perform the ritual. Of course it takes a toll on him while flying, but the team helps him. When they form Voltron, the connection holds but feels weak and thready because of Shiro’s drained quintessence. The others concentrate and give more of themselves, pour more of themselves into the bond between themselves, their Lions, and each other. 

Allura succeeds in her ritual and drops to her knees, weakened, but still alive and conscious. But the fight isn’t over. Voltron is struggling. She takes her pod up into the fight. “Shiro! Let me into Black!” “What?” “I can help! Let me in!” “You’ve done enough! We’ve got this!” “Let me in or I’ll stay out here and fight them myself.” So, okay, he lets her in. 

 And this is when Allura supercharges Voltron from within Black, not only helping them stay together but become even more powerful.

Something where the Paladins face Zarkon one last time and just when Zarkon’s about to win, Honerva steps in and throws a monkey wrench into his plans, allowing Shiro and Allura and Voltron to defeat him. She’s now fully Honerva again, and she acknowledges that she and her husband should not still be “alive,” that their existence beyond death deforms the universe. In the end, Zarkon is grievously wounded; the ship/base they’re on is exploding. Honerva gathers Zarkon into her arms. She bends over him as the room they’re in explodes.

Voltron disbands and the Lions crash back to Earth: Blue lands in the ocean. Yellow lands in the desert. Red lands in a volcano. Green lands in a rainforest. Black doesn’t land at all, hovering there in stable orbit. The Garrison radios the Paladins. Coran cries out for Allura.  No answer. Continued and repeated calls receive only silence. And then… “Ugh… did we win?” Lance’s voice asked. “Lance, you’re okay!” “I don’t feel like it. Where am I?” “You’re [at this position in the whatever ocean]. We’ll send a ship out to get you.” 

One by one, the Paladins wake up and check in. But no one’s heard from Shiro or Allura. The Castle goes to retrieve the Black Lion. Coran, Matt, Shay, Ozar, and Kolivan run to the Black Lion, which opens up for them. The cockpit doors slide open to show Allura slumped in Shiro’s arms, the both of them unconscious.

ONE YEAR LATER

Keith is asking Lance how he looks. “Pretty good. You know, for you.” Lance is dressed in a nice suit, as is Keith. Keith glares at him. “We’re wearing the same suit!” Indeed, aside from accents colored to match their lions, they’re exactly the same. “And yet I look so much better in it,” he muses, looking himself over in the mirror. Hunk wanders in, sniffling. “Oh, Hunk, don’t start crying again,” Lance protests gently. “I can’t help it,” he says. “I still can’t believe this.” Lance goes over to hug him. Keith does, too, and Hunk squeezes them in a hug like he did in season 1. “Come on, we don’t want to be late,” Keith says somberly.  They leave. 

In the hallway - they’re apparently in the Castle of Lions - they run into Romelle and Pidge, both wearing the same dress, though Pidge’s has green accents and Romelle’s [light blue? What is the main color she wears? I don’t even remember now]. “You ready for this?” Keith asks them. “As we’ll ever be,” Romelle answers, sounding shaky. “Ready to get it over with,” Pidge says. “I hate these things.” Keith pats her shoulder. “Come on, let’s go.” 

On the bridge, the control dais and paladin chairs have been retracted into the floor, providing a smooth surface for the many chairs that have been placed in rows with a central aisle between them. People are talking, some of them sniffling into handkerchiefs. Hunk is with Shay and Rax; Shay is comforting him as he cries. Pidge is with her family. Romelle is talking with Coran, who is also a bit weepy, and Ryou (formerly Kuron). We see Adam, Iverson, Kolivan, and James chatting. Keith and Lance are talking with Veronica and Krolia.

A hand falls to Keith’s shoulder - it’s Shiro’s. His suit is slightly different than the other guys’ - subtly fancier. “Hey, it’s time.” Keith turns and smiles at him. “You gonna make it through this?” “I’m going to have to.” He clears his throat and smooths his hand over his hair. “I mean, yeah. I’ll be fine. Let’s get in position.” He nods to Coran, who hurries out.

Music starts up. Everyone takes their seats and the Paladins and Romelle take their places at the front: from L to R, Romelle, Pidge, a large gap, Shiro, a slightly smaller gap, then Keith, Lance, and Hunk. 

 The doors to the bridge open and everyone turns to see Coran… with Allura on his arm. She’s in a resplendent gown, and she’s smiling nervously. But her eyes catch Shiro’s and she visibly relaxes a little. He does the same, and his smile widens. Coran escorts her to the front and relinquishes her to stand with Shiro. He stands there a bit longer, smiling happily, before Allura hisses his name at him. “Oh! Right, sorry, I just… Right.” He hurries over to officiate, clearing his throat and announcing, “On this day we have gathered to witness the joining of Princess Allura of Altea and Takashi Shirogane of Earth. We’ve prepared a ceremony that uses elements of both cultures for this historic and momentous occasion. You know, it puts me in mind of…” “Coran, please stick to the script,” Allura says. “Ah, yes.” [Insert details I haven’t yet figured out of their wedding here] “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may - “ But Shiro and Allura don’t wait for him to say it; they’re already kissing each other and the crowd is cheering. Adam looks a little teary-eyed but happy. Shay and Ozar and everyone else we’ve come to know and love are cheering loudly. Slav is mopping at his eyes and declaring, “Guess this reality isn’t so bad after all.” 

When they pull away from each other, they stare fondly into each other’s eyes for a moment before they’re hugged by the team and Coran.

and there'll be an Epilogue where we find out what they did afterwards, etc. but I haven't gotten to those bits yet 

[kekeslider]

do you know any good kl fic recs?

Good is super subjective so I’m not saying any of these are Masterpieces, and frankly I don’t necessarily remember the entire plot to all of them, but they’re in my bookmarks so I’ll assume there was something fun/interesting enough about them that I felt it necessary to be able to find them again later  

Roommates by manamune

Summary:            

(13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

this one was pretty sweet and mostly angst free iirc

find me again by voltory

Summary:

"Where's Lance, Pidge?" Keith asks as soon as the doctor is out of the room, annoyed, his head pounding slightly again.

"About that," Pidge mumbles and Keith looks up at her, his brows furrowing together when he sees she's looking at Shiro instead, her eyes squinted shut slightly. "There's something you need to know."

"Keith," Shiro starts, his hand back on Keith's shoulders, lips turned down into a pitiful frown. "A lot of things have changed these past three years."

"Okay," Keith says, shaking his head. "What's your point? I know things probably changed quite a bit."

"Well, you see Lance," Shiro says, pursing his lips together. "You and Lance..."

"You guys broke up," Pidge blurts out finally, making Keith snap his head in her direction, his heart rate picking up again. "You broke up a while ago, like... a bit over two years ago."

very not angst free. very angsty. but memory loss fics are a weakness so.

(when i'm your) lover boy by keithkohgane

Summary:

Lance met Keith for the first time at the very beginning of Miami’s summer (a relative term), at the very beginning of the day (relative to time?), and at the very beginning of the greatest love story of his life. (Definitely relative.)

Or; there’s a tea shop on a Miami boardwalk with a giant, ancient pinball machine and a boy, neither of which Lance could ever hope to resist.

no angst afaik, cool summery vibes

I love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks by lelex

Summary:

“Hey, do you want a croissant? Or a cookie? They’re really good! My ma makes them all. What are you into? Take anything, seriously, whatever you want!” Bakery Guy keeps waving him over at a faster pace the closer Keith gets and as Keith approaches the table he backs off from where he was hunched like a dragon over a pile of leftover pastries.

“Uh…” Keith has no idea what the fuck is going on right now and he knows that his eyebrows are furrowed in a way that always makes Shiro laugh, but he can’t help it. What is happening.

Bakery Guy shoots a ray of pure sunlight out of his face directly into Keith’s eyes with his smile and tries again, “We don’t always sell everything pastry and bread wise, so I try to hook up the other vendors with some treats before we take everything to the women’s shelter downtown. Do you want anything?”

*

In which Keith and Lance fall in love over a farmers market season the same way they do everything else: a little bit backward and a whole lot stupid.

The Amnesia Game by speaks

Summary:

A boy wakes up in a cell handcuffed to a stranger. Neither of them know their names, where they came from, why they can't seem to remember anything, or what the hell they did to piss off the Galra Empire.

This is fine, though. He's got this. He just has to escape a Galra prison, navigate an alien city without getting caught, figure out who he is along the way, and survive the chaotic, sassy heartthrob attached to him at the wrist.

Okay, except that last thing turns out to be harder than all the rest combined.

this was a cool original concept

No Greater Gift by usernicole

Summary:

Keith gets a cat, learns the True Meaning of Family, and falls in love. In that order.

i think this was one of the first klance fics i ever read- its more keith than klancey but lance is still important to the story

Also all of keithkin’s fics, and he’s got more really cool ones coming so keep and eye on those

[superphanislife-blog]

Langst (Last Words)

Also SKLANCE

Summary: Basically, a story where Shiro gets the paladins to tape a recording of what they want to tell the others e.g. last wish, etc. They are only able to play them if one of them dies, you get the drift.

no ones POV

It’s been 3 weeks since Lance sacrificed himself for the others.

“It’s time to accept that he’s gone,” Allura stated trying to hid the sorrow in her voice.

Hunk was sitting on the cough going over memories of lance and him as children and all the trouble they use to get in to. 

Pidge’s mind was blank for the first time after becoming a paladin. If she was thinking about something it was about all the times she’d made fun of lance for his bad english and how the last real conversation they had together. She told him, how he was an idiot and that she wished she could replace him with anyone less annoying then him.

Keith was broken, it had been so long since any of them got hurt, he forgot how it was war and that people got hurt, some even died. But it had to Lance why couldn’t have been someone else anyone was better, as long as it was Lance.

Shiro was tired, he hadn’t been sleeping at all, ever since lance disappeared. But why should he sleep, lance doesn’t get to sleep, he doesn’t get to anything; he can’t eat, laugh, smile anything so why should shiro get too. It isn’t fair.

So when the recording started everyone held their breath as a smiling lance came on screen.

~ Start of recording ~

“Is this thing on” Lances familiar voice was heard as he fiddled with something behind the camera. 

“Damn! I’ve never been any good at this, maybe I’ll just get Pidge to help later if this doesn’t work,” Lance muttered to himself as he came and sat in front of the camera. His piercing blue eyes, looking into the camera with an innocent gleam to them.

He looked at the camera, a little embarrassed 

“GAAgh, why do I have to do this again, it’s embarrassing,” he wined as he looks off camera, 

“I told you it so we have something to show, your family, if something unfortunate happens, which it won’t” Shiro familiar voice could be heard along with a faint chuckle 

“Oh shut up” Lance said with an annoyed look.

“Come on Keith lets leave this little sour puss to his video log” Shiro said with a little chuckle as he came on camera and kissed Lance on the forehead before walking of screen, Keith following close behind, but not before posing for the camera and kissing Lance on the cheek.

Lance was quiet even after the paladins heard the doors slide open and shut clear indicating that Shiro and Keith had left the room. Lance sighed 

“Right back to business, let’s see, I’m suppose to, say where I want to be buried and stuff right”

--- A pang of guilt it Shiro’s heart as watch the screen, they didn’t have lance’s body, it went missing. He looked to Keith and noticed his hands clenched, He placed his hand over his clenched fist and gave him a reassuring smile ‘it wasn’t your fault.’

“Well in case I do die, then I would prefer to be cremated and let loss on the open sea in Cuba, but if that ain’t possible than inside the galra air vents so I can give them one last annoyance even after death” Lance said making funny hand movement like he was shooting galra forces, but  that came to an end when he slipped and face planted the floor.

“Hehe that could have gone better” Lance said rubbing his nose. “But if your going to show this video to my family, I just want to say to Mama,  Papi,  Apollo, Calisto, Mayte, Novia, and Carlo. Te amo y siento que me marcho antes que tu” 

--- Hunk listened to Lance’s words and repeated them in his head over and over again before he was forced back into reality by Coran’s hand on his shoulder. Knowing why everyone was looking at him, he was crying.

“Sorry it’s just, he sounded like he knew it was going to happen” Hunk said, surprised by how small his voice sounded.

“God I hate this emotional Crap,” Lance said sniffing as he tried to hide the tears in his eyes. 

“Mama, you always said you’d kill me if I came back with so much as a scratch on me, but does this count, as a scratch probably not right” Lance laughed, 

“But I’ll have you know, Novia was right”

--- ‘wait what,’ Novia? If Keith remembered correctly Novia was the first to know about Lance sexuality and preferences, Apollo was the the second oldest and most energetic surprisingly enough, then Novia was an angel with intelligence and beauty and  Carlo was rude and rather loud but lance loved him anyway then there was Calisto and Mayte, Keith remembered Lance bragging about how beautiful they both were and how much Lance loved all his siblings made Kieth a little jealous about how he didn’t have any siblings, 

“Now...  Hunk and Pidge” Lance said his face showing a serious frown 

--- Keith heard Hunk breathe hitch and he looked over to see both staring at the screen as if Lance would disappear if they looked away

“I know I shouldn’t be saying this but I have to get it off my chest, Okay....” Lance looked super guilty which confused everyone what was he hiding.

“You know the puppy, we found outside of Garrison on one of our late night explorations and we decided to keep it in Hunk and my room but then it disappeared.... Well it didn’t disappear while you were away on engineering camp, when I was looking after it I noticed a bump on it’s belly so I took it to the vet to see what was up found out it had cancer and it was at the point it was better to put it down, and I didn’t tell you and I thought it would be better, then you got angry and upset and you guys were angry at me for like a month.....

Sorry for lying to you and thank you for being my friends and I guess I’ll go see how that dog’s feeling now,” sorry for leaving you

--- Pidge looked at the screen, seriously his last message to them and it was about a bloody mongrel they found over 4 years ago. He was still feeling bad about that, but for some reason it made Pidge laugh, a dog, a fucking dog.

Everyone was so confused as they stared at  Pidge, she was laughing, it wasn’t a happy laugh.

Allura didn’t know why she did it, but she was drawn to the feeling Pidge need someone, as she pulled pidge into a hug cradling her head as her laughter became tears and wines 

“WHY” Pidge screamed as cried “WHY DID YOU LEAVE, IT’S JUST A FUCKING DOG LANCE”

Coran wasted no time as he took Allura and pidge and left the room. 

The room went quiet, Shiro looked over to Hunk, He had never seen the big man look so small before. 

“I think I should go see how Pidge is doing” Hunk said with a broken smile plastered to his face. Shiro listen to the door slide open and close.

Shiro looked back to the screen it was the only light in this pitch black room.

“Umm Right still have two more people to say bye too. I just want to say before I get to the end. Shiro, you are the strongest person I know, when I felt weak you gave me a back to lean on and when ever I felt like shit you would give me love that I could never repay, I love you and Keith you’re a proper arsehole and I hate your guts but you and I had a lot of bonding moments and I love your jokes and your silly mullet, I love you, both of you. So to end this great life I want to say that to my loves Shiro, Keith I leave my everything,  my makeup kit, my giant blue lion response best to blue or Kitty Kat,..... and my heart. I’m gonna miss you guys and I still and always will love you” Lance said smiling as if he could see his right through the screen

“Oi Lance, hurry up man or Allura’s going have our asses” as a small smiling pidge and a worried looking Hunk came running up to Lance and yanking him out of screen. 

As the screen went blank.

--- Shiro didn’t realise he was crying until he felt water land on his hand, he had cried the whole three weeks after Lance’s death, alone in his room. But for some reason it felt like the first time he really realised that Lance isn’t coming back and he didn’t care who saw.

“love you” 

--- Keith didn’t know how he felt at that moment, he was numb, in his head all he could think was ‘ is this real, it must be some prank there’s no way Lance is gone no no no no no no no no’

He looked over to the man sitting next to him hoping to see his boyfriend laughing saying ‘how it as all a funny joke that everyone was play on him’, lance was in the other room waiting to jump out and scare him, but no what he saw was his strong boyfriend that didn’t even let torture by the galra scare him, crying. 

All they could say was things were never the same. Lance was gone and he wasn’t coming back.

[icypantherwrites]

Voltron Season Seven: Thoughts and Reactions

As you can see, I am out of hibernation mode ;p Just finished up a bit ago.

My thoughts in no particular order on season seven. Prepare for a few unintelligible spazzes and random questions that like, why were these not answered? Oh Voltron writers, you and your plot holes. Tagged with all of my previously mentioned ones so here goes!

Okay, so Adam? As much as I didn’t care for how he wasn’t supporting Shiro, I was excited by his role and inclusion in the story! Also, haha, I laughed because I named the one character in my Keith and Shiro backstory Adam and he’s a pilot too, haha. They definitely aren’t the same one because mine was a jerk, but I love that somehow I still got that name. (or maybe that’s how he and Shiro got to talking after Shiro confronts him for what he said to Keith? hehe. Look at me ;p)

But then. When they were mobilizing to fight the first wave I’m like, is Adam a pilot? And then we saw him and then his ship blinked out… gosh. Shiro at the wall with his name broke my heart. There’s a lot of regret there. Definitely something I wish had been further explored, but I’m not surprised they didn’t. There’s a lot that has been skipped over already.

So… Shiro has a disease that gets brought up once, never impacted him at all in the first six seasons and… never mentioned again? Er… what was the point of that exactly? (clone body not have the illness?)

Oh baby Keef. I cheered when he punched Griffin. Glad to see Griffin has grown up since then. But uh, can someone confirm for me the new cadet pilot with the glasses. Is her name… Wasabi? Usagi? And while I adore my Keith backstory this one was endearing too. And his dad died in a fire? Gosh. I had a feeling after the fireman refs but to hear it confirmed. Sad.

Where did Axca go? Like, she left the base with the Paladins and they have no resources to provide her a ship. So…? I’m curious with her popping up at the end behind Krolia and Keith at the grave… interesting. Once it was disproved that she wasn’t Keith’s twin I thought she might be Krolia’s sister but no mention when they met so… hmm. Curious and curioser. (does she like Keith? Hehe ♥ I admit I think they’re pretty asthecially pleasing together and I love Axca’s new design.)

Veronica is a fucking badass. As soon as she showed up on screen I’m like, that’s Lance’s sister. My sister was like, no, and I’m like, uh, her name is Veronica, coloring is the same including the blue eyes and in that really crappy family projection photo from season one there was a relative in a military uniform. Damn, I love her so much. Almost cried when I thought she died (twice xD). Also, her teasing Lance about Allura and her little smirk smile there? I died. So fucking cute.

This is my personal preference but I did not care for the game show episode at all, nor the “reason” behind it. There were a couple cute moments in it (all of them choosing each other to leave and I winced when Lance kept being called the dumb one and could taste the angst) but overall, my least favorite filler. And this coming from someone who adores game shows xD

The “lost in space” episode also wasn’t high on my list. I loved the idea of it and them forming a circle (that was so flipping cute) to stay together with the check ins (and a note to Keith and Krolia’s time together) but the words exchanged? I get it and didn’t mind but they never *really* resolved it. Not really. And some pretty hurtful things were said. Also, the fact they have almost fatal oxygen depletion based upon Keith’s indicator and their weary lines under their eyes, but then they literally bounce back full power to fight? Just throw the realism out the window. Just like the castle of lions losing all oxygen in a matter of hours two seasons ago xDD

How have we ever survived without the space wolf? Seriously? I’m bummed his name is not Yorak but I’ll take Cosmo. Very cute! Love how keith is waiting for the wolf to name himself. Oh, sweetie.

The Blade of Marmora luring with the Druids was delicious. Loved that bit. Glad Kolivan made it out. Wasn’t surprised when Krolia left the main cast; it was getting crowded and given that the writers have difficulty managing characters on a regular basis at times the more the less merrier.

On that note, loved Romelle in the first episode but she practically disappeared for the rest of the season. Disappointed. Thought her and Hunk were hilarious.

Same token bummed Matt was offscreen for most of it. But again, see above.

The three year time gap was interesting. Never really explained well either; pretty much I think a way for earth to get completely overrun by Galra. On that note, loved all of the Sam episodes, think the new pilots are pretty neat additions. Particularly love… Usagi? Wasabi? Kinkade too; a man of few words and I adore his name. Iverson too was a pleasant surprise and I loved his apology to Keith later and his constant backing of Sam. Also, Collen is a badass too. I do have to give credit to the writers; they make some amazingly strong female characters and it’s such a breath of fresh air (from watching YYH it was a stark reminder how things have changed over the years in terms of representation across the board on many things).

But one woman I did not care for was the Admiral. Boo hiss. I also hate that I called her turning on them as she was adamant throughout the entire thing about protecting earth in “her way” and I was waiting for this move. She did save the Paladins lives but she endangered them in the first place so… I acknowledge her desire to protect earth but am disappointed in how her character was played out. (and honestly, why the fuck would she trust Sendak to keep up his end of the deal? Why? Bit of weaker writing there).

Speaking of characters… where’s Haggar? At the end with the giant robot my sister and I were arguing who was driving it; I was Team Lotor and she was Team Haggar. Nada to both of us. Very interesting with that result too;  how was one Altean doing all that? Hmmm. And with the colony missing something is definitely up.

The Hunk family feels I was not expecting and loved them. I was glad he didn’t endanger the team anymore after he found his parents were not accessible, but dios I felt so bad. It’s hard especially to see Lnace and Pidge with their families and he with none. Loved his and Keith’s moment too. ♥ Keith was particularly awkwardly sweet and I loved it.

And Lance’s family! Gosh. Him hugging his niece and nephew broke my heart and then his being mobbed by his family stomped it into the ground with love. So. Beautiful. My boy has his family and I am so so happy.

Speaking of the families! Haha, I’m excited that I was write in that both Lance and Hunk’s families are stateside and I am going with my headcanon of Arizona (Garrison location) given how they were *right there* to be rescued. My childhood besties idea for Lance and Hunk when Lance immigrated over is still well and strong!!!

Back to Lance. I was so so so excited to see him getting some really nice shots and pieces in this season. The sword (c’mon broadsword, let’s see you come back too), the giant cannon gun, the amazing sniper shots (hoshit don’t get me started on that part, I love good sniper cover and damnnn ♥) his attempts to seat everyone in Lions (whoops xD), his stepping up to really support Keith and be second in command... just so much good stuff for my boy ♥ I was freaking out when Red didn’t come right away in the summoning thing after he and Veronica went under fire, but I’m like, Red always does things differently. And then she came in like ajdfkajfklda right when Lance was closing his eyes and thinking it was the end and just, so good. Great timing on that part.

Shiro’s new arm… loved the angst and pain as first one didn’t calibrate xD I’m terrible. I will admit I’m not sold on the design; very bulky and I dislike that it’s not attached; that’s not a proper hug! But I am happy he has one so will go with that.

Er, this is getting long. Last few.

How was Shiro breathing in space in fight against sendak? Someone, please tell me. But also yesss, loved that the two of them had a final fight. Brings back memories. When Keith saved him I really wanted a throwback to the “as many times as it takes” but alas, no go.

On Sendak… is he the main big bad? He sure has quite the Galra fleet. How do Ezor and Zethrid’s turn to piracy factor in? Was expecting something else with Lotor given their mentions of him early on. Is space just one giant war out there right now? We never really found out any details and here I was expecting Axca to fill us in.

The Atlas turning into its own Voltron was super cool. Loved all of the fight scenes although I admit I get bored with all the constant blasts so would have liked those shortened down and more character stuff, but it is a show geared for little kids so… boom boom pow.

The very end speech via Shiro had me on my toes as I didn’t think any of our team died but I was legit slowly starting to panic that somehow the new cadets were going to be the new Voltron pilots because ours were unavailable Phew, not the case! Loved the little hospital scenes popping around, particularly Lance’s nephew wearing his helmet and then Keith waking up to Krolia there. Oh, and Matt getting a hug from his mom! (and that ponytail! ♥ I love guys with a nice ponytail, mm, weakness).

Overall giving this season a 7/10 rating. Not my lowest, definitely not my highest. Very much appreciated though having a longer season to watch.

If you have thoughts feel free to comment on the post! I will not be posting any asks with spoilers in the ask until next Saturday though so best way to get a response is comment here. What did you all think of the season?

[sicklylittlesnowflake]

•You never really go to parties and are always really uptight and we made fun of you for it/expressed frustration at this so you forced yourself to go to this party and shit you’re so sick and you won’t go home because we made you feel bad I’m so sorry how can I make it up to you?? (Keith is not a fan of parties but his friends eventually pester him into going to one despite being sick as a dog.)

(I started this fic with the intention of having it for whumpmas, so if that is not a testament to how slow I am as a writer, idk what is! Also, btw this is weird but I love when sicknarios I write get back to me, lol! And I did write this scenario with Keith and E from les mis in mind, so this is a great prompt! This is college au, btw, I find it kinda difficult to write alien parties lmao!)

Parties are the perfect culmination of everything Keith hates in life.

Bright, strobe, head ache inducing lights with a wide variety of flashing, psychedelic colours, ear piercingly loud music with a tremendous beat that makes his heart thump and thump and feel way too overwhelmed, warm, sticky bodies way too close too each other and making him feel suffocated, too much people, having fun and feeling free when Keith can only feel more trapped.

Too much people.

Too much.

Keith has spent so much time in solitude, in simplicity. And being thrust into a situation where there is too much all at once is alien to him, and he can’t help the rapid beating and thumping of his wild heart when he looks around for some sort of serenity.

Keith feels trapped in this room, the overwhelming humidity and heaviness of this air weighing down on him and compressing his lungs so he can’t breathe.  He hates watching all these people exhilarated, vibrant, alive. When he can only feel more lifeless by the second.

He feels like an alien like this. Like he isn’t part of this world. Keith doesn’t even feel like here’s here. He can’t even feel his body, he doesn’t feel like he���s connected to it, and he’s floating away. Looking down.  And he hates what he sees.

All Keith can feel is the pounding and raging headache that seems to pierce into his skull and the pain is only worsened by the tremors of the pulsating waves of sound from the obnoxiously large speakers that litter the place.

He didn’t even want to be here; Shiro had told him this would be good, that college was great, and he needed to start living that college life. Shiro said he needed to be more sociable, because he would make the best friends of his life here. Pidge would tease him , and so would Lance. And Hunk encouraged him kindly, and Keith did not have any energy to fight them. So he went. And he could not have regretted a decision more than this very moment.

Keith stumbles around the night club like he’s drunk, and he doesn’t have one single drop of alcohol in his body. If he can be drunk on a fever, he definitely is. Due to his feverish haze he’s lost Shiro and Pidge, and his only hope is finding Lance and Hunk who are probably the life and soul of the party.

In this haze he hasn’t even realised the tickle blossoming within his sinuses and before he knows it he’s doubling over with one loud, powerful sneeze that grates against his throat with no time to cover, and just aim towards the floor. He gets a slightly irritated look from some person, and honestly, he doesn’t even mind. Keith feels awful being this germ incubator in this tightly knit space. This cold is horrendous, and he’s probably just passed it on to a good three people and he feels terrible.

Keith stumbles and wobbles around the night club dizzily, the technicolor lights seeming like an acid trip he did not consent to, and it seems to be sending waves of messages to his brain to hurt and throb. He feels a tad bit of anger and bitterness towards Shiro, Allura and Pidge, and maybe a little bit towards Lance and Hunk, but in fairness to them, they hadn’t pushed him to go this particular evening, but they had in the past.

“You need to enjoy your college experience, Keith! Get out of your room for once, embrace your youth!” Shiro had told him, in a way that was so middle aged dad he wanted to tear his hair out but so perfectly Shiro he couldn’t help but be persuaded into it.

“Don’t be such a stick in the mud, Keith,” Pidge had whined.

“It’ll be so much fun, Keith! Plus, I heard that Lance is wearing a pretty cute outfit tonight,” Allura had teased, causing him to scowl knowing she had played with his heart and manipulated him with the promise of his crush looking cute.

And Keith couldn’t even find Lance, so there was about zero reason for him even being here.

As Keith continues to feverishly navigate around the crowded night club, pushing past bare, sticky skin and profusely overheating, he is suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

“Hey, will you kiss my friend?” A girl slurs, an arm sluggishly wrapped around her equally as wasted friend, giggling to her heart’s content.

Keith opens his mouth to politely refuse, but before he’s even aware his nose is itching horribly and Keith is doubling over with one loud, almost obnoxiously, heavy and sickly sounding sneeze he doesn’t cover.

The girls take a step back, giggling and backing away from him and fading away worth the crowd.

“Too bad, he was pretty cute though, just gross,” He hears one of them say before they disappeared entirely.

Keith sighs sadly, the girl was pretty, and he didn’t swing that way but he still felt kinda bad for being so gross. But his guilt doesn’t last long before he’s back to pitying himself and reembarking on his quest to find Lance.

He doesn’t even know why he’s so keen on finding the guy, he doesn’t really know what he’s expecting and maybe it’s his fever talking, but he’s not leaving this damn club without seeing his cute as fuck crush who is the reason he’s in this hellhole to begin with.

And it’s almost like a fairytale but it’s the sound of a beautiful melody, like a mesmerising serenade that captivates him him and lulls him over to the source.

He knows that voice anywhere.

He would know Lance’s melodic, tenor voice anywhere, it’s sweet and enthralling and it makes him feel all warm inside. Everything the little shit does makes him feel that way, but Lance’s voice is a siren’s song calling him and putting him on this spell and he’s forever his.

His voice has taken on an edge, a kind of rock and roll gruff to it that he finds insanely hot–maybe the fever adds to it though, he doesn’t know–and it’s sure tell sign that Lance is drunk.

“I guess I got what I deserved, kept you waiting there too long, my love. All that time without a word, didn’t know you’d think that I’d forget, or I’d regret, the special love, I have for you, my baby blue!” Lance sings, people dancing and bopping and head banging to his song.

Keith  manages to get a glimpse of Hunk who was jamming it out on the drums, and then he saw what he was looking for.

“Fuck,” Keith breathes out, “Allura was right.”

He did look pretty great.

He had his hair tousled and ruffled in a way that made him look so irresistible and adorable and these strobing lights that he hated served one purpose, and that was making his skin glow and his eyes twinkle and pop. His blue t-shirt hugged his body and his jeans were flattering and he looked so great. Keith wanted to faint.

Partly because of how attractive he looked, but also because he was now super light headed.

Lance looks beautiful and radiant, flashing a random girl watching one of those charming, flirty smiles that makes Keith jealous every time he does. He understands Lance isn’t his, but god he wished he was.

Keith shakes his head angrily, he’s never  his sentimental or sappy over Lance, maybe he really is that sick.

Then Lance looks over and they lock gazes, and this stupid lazy grin wipes across the boy’s face and any jealousy or bitterness or illness Keith is feeling seems to disappear when he does.

However Lance seems to realise his current state because his face drops. He quickly passes the mic to the random guy who’s playing the guitar and rushes over to Keith, albeit in a zig zagged direction as he seems to be tripping over his own feet.

“Keith?” Lance greets worriedly, only he can still remain appealing despite reeking of alcohol.

“Hey Lancey-Lance,” Keith slurs feverishly, before his nose twitches and he’s doubling over and aiming two harsh sneezes towards the floor.

“Lancey-Lan–god, you look awful! And Jesus, for you to be calling me that you must be running a–” Lance cut himself off and placed the back of his hand against Keith’s forehead and frowned.

“Dammit, Keith! That’s not good, we gotta get you,” Lance hiccups, “–home!”

“Why did you come, anyway, while you were this sick?” Lance frets, hiccuping again.

“M'not a stick in the mud,” Keith mutters feverishly, leaning into Lance’s side and nuzzling his face against his chest in exhaustion.

He pulls Keith into his embrace and kissed the top of his head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, “What? What are you–oh.”

Lance’s heart sinks, “Keith. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for teasing you, I didn’t mean to hurt you at all, I just..I wanted you to be with us. When you’re not here..I miss you.”

Keith shakes his head, “Not you.. you didn’t make me come tonight.”

Lance bites his lip, “Still. I contributed to make you feel like you were uptight and boring when you are nothing but exciting and lovely. I’m sorry Keith, please, let me make it up to you.”

Keith cant help but crack a weak smile, “I didn’t know you were an emotional drunk. I’m glad I came here tonight, now I can blackmail you.”

Lance can’t help but laugh a little, “But we’re taking you home right now.”

Keith sneezes loudly into Lance’s chest, muttering, “Sorry.”

Lance smiles softly, tapping him on the nose, “Alright, Mullet. Enough, we’re going home.”

“But they’re having so much fun..look at Hunk..he’s jamming out..” Keith points over to Hunk.

“And you..need to keep singing..” He insists tiredly.

“No way, you’re too sick!” Lance protest as he began to walk Keith out, simultaneously pulling out his phone to order an uber.

Once they arrive outside Keith let out a sigh of relief to feel the fresh air, basking in all the space and the soft lighting. His head seemed to ease up a little bit.

However the cold quickly began to seep in, causing him to shiver violently. Lance pulls off the jacket he had tied around the waist and helped Keith out it on. He then pulls the boy into a hug to share his warmth.

“Thank you,” Keith manages to choke out before erupting into a series of harsh, heavy coughs.

Lance could only smile weakly, obviously feeling guilty but pushed it aside to wave over to the Uber driver and guided Keith in.

***

Lance hauls Keith onto his bed, with him muttering about taking out the aspirin because they’ll both need it the next day, and heads straight towards the bathroom to collect a damp towel for him. Once he returned he laid the cloth gently over his forehead and pulled a chair over, sitting beside him.

“Shiro called. He was wondering where we were, I told him you were sick and he feels awful. They all do. Pidge says Korean takeaway is on her tomorrow, if you’re up for it,” Lance explains softly.

“You’re not a stick in the mud, Keith. Okay? You’re not boring. You’re not any of these things we made you feel and I’m so sorry we ever did. You’re sweet and kind and such a great friend and– I’m so sorry, Keith, we should’ve understood. I love parties but there are days where I just don’t even want to get out of bed, I should’ve understood, showed you some compassion. I should’ve..”

“Lance, stop.”

He looks over Keith, feeling guilt and feeling responsible for Keith being this sick. He feels awful, he had made yet another mistake. He feels so stupid for being unable to read in between the lines, his jokes going too far and he hadn’t even noticed it. He just wanted  Keith to be with him, to be happy. And he had to go and fuck it up.

“You’re really good at hiding how you feel, Lance, but you can’t hide it from me, stop feeling so guilty,” Keith croaks.

“I can’t help it, I was hurting you and I didn’t know,” Lance murmurs.

Keith coughs harshly, feeling his chest rattle from the force of it, “I’ve felt worse pain.”

“That doesn’t make it okay.”

Keith smiles softly, “But you didn’t mean to hurt me. I know you never would try and hurt me. ..you said..you missed me when I’m not there. Yeah, I was hurt, but now I feel wanted.”

Lance manages a smile, “Always. You’re always wanted.”

“I hope you know that.”

“I know now,” He slurs feverishly.

Keith coughs again, and when he finishes he looks over at Lance with bleary, glazed eyes, and giggles, “You looked very hot tonight.”

Lance blushes hard, his eyes widening, “U-uh..n-no, you’re the feverish one, you’re hot.”

Keith scoffs before yet again coughing, “Don’t play dumb, you’re smarter than you give yourself credit for. You know what I meant.”

Lance shakes a little, so unused to being the one flirted with rather than the one initiating it, Keith did this thing where he shook his entire world and turned it upside down and he’d lose control.

“You’re not..you’re..you’re..uh..pretty. Uh, pretty cool. Pretty handsome. Whatever,” Lance blurts , extremely flustered.

Keith grabs at his hand with the sweetest look in his eyes, “Sing for me, please. It makes everything feel okay again.”

Lance swallows as his hand was grabbed, but he let himself relax into his touch and let it happen. He smiles.

“I’ve got no use for moonlight, or sappy poetry. Love at first sight is for suckers, at least it used to be. Look, girls are nice, once or twice, til’ I find someone new..but I never planned on no one like you.”

[musicanddancingthroughlife]

Langst/Klance -- Pierrot

Okay guys, I know I forgot to upload something last week but this is like. My longest chapter yet, I guess. It is Klance, which I haven’t written in a while, and it’s probably super rough cause I hate myself and won’t go back and edit, but hey, have. Other than that, I hate myself and that sums up a lot of aspects of my life right now.

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“Hunk? Hunk, where’d you go? All right, so Coran isn’t as good of a cook as you are, but I think by now we should be used to that, there’s no need to run from it.”

              Lance stopped short when he heard loud sobs and that too quick breathing that signaled Hunk’s anxiety attacks. Lance didn’t hesitate, though. “Hey, Hunk? Can I touch you, buddy?” His friend shifted under his mess of blankets, shivering and shaking. Lance swept him up into a hug, holding close for a few minutes before he grasped one of Hunks’ larger hands in one of his own. He settled their joined hands on Lance’s chest, Hunk instantly using lance’s heartbeat to steady his gasping breath.

              It took several minutes, but Lance sat patiently, whispering reassurance and comfort in both English and Spanish. Once he was sure Hunk was calmed down, he pulled back into a tight hug, letting Hunk weep into his neck, uncaring of how the tears were dampening his clothes and making him uncomfortable. “Wanna talk?” Hunk nodded, but it was still a while before he said anything. And when he did, Lance felt his heart stop.

              “Lance, what am I doing here? I’m not a pilot like you guys; I don’t even like flying. How can I save the universe if I can’t even do basic flight exercises like today’s?” And with that, he burst into a fresh wave of tears.

              Lance contented himself with rubbing Hunk’s back, letting him cry out his insecurities and frustration, but he didn’t let that stop him from trying to assuage those fears. “Come on, man, you’re one of the two smartest people on our team! 50% of our brain power! Maybe something like 33% if we’re really gonna count Coran, but let’s also keep in mind that you’re the reason we’re not dying of starvation or too much exposure to goo, so at the very least, you deserve more credit than that. And you’ve come so far! Yellow is lucky to have you as her pilot! And you’ve got some of the top skills in the training rooms, don’t you? You’re just behind Shiro and Keith!

              “And come on, it’s not like you’re the only making mistakes! Remember last week when I accidentally used those weird pellet gun things and shot Shiro in the ass? And what about when I was racing Keith and wound up making both of us crash into the ground? Was that stupid, or what?” Lance belted out a laugh, cringing inwardly when it sounded just a little too loud, but thankfully Hunk didn’t seem to notice. He just let out a weak giggle, but Lance could see that there were still tears in his eyes. That was fine. He had plenty of stories to entertain Hunk with.

              Keith was annoyed. Why was he always the one having to track down Lance when he wandered off? It’s not like Keith was his keeper or anything. Hell, he didn’t even like Lance!

              …Okay, maybe that was a lie, because what wasn’t to like? Honestly, Keith was just as infatuated as he was irritated, even at that moment, which was impressive because at that moment, Keith felt more horrified at what he was hearing. First, the very idea that Hunk was doubting his worth on the team, was ridiculous, and he wished that he knew what to say in order to make him feel better, but at least Lance was handling that okay. Keith just wished it wasn’t at Lance’s own expense.

              At first, he was just surprised at hearing Lance recount those stories, stories which made Lance look like an idiot who can’t do anything right. He was pleased to hear that Hunk was seeming to cheer up, but he also knew that Lance’s laughter wasn’t completely honest. There was a tinge of pain to it. Lance normally tried to avoid reminders of those moments, and here he was, voluntarily sharing them, just to help a friend.

              More laughter spilled from the room, and Keith bit his lip. Lance’s laughter was sounding more and more broken as he continued sharing stories. Thankfully he had begun reminding Hunk of all the good he had done, both before and after Voltron, but the tears in Lance’s voice were starting to hurt him. Thankfully, it was really only a couple minutes later when Hunk and Lance stepped out of Hunk’s room, arms slung over each other’s shoulders. Keith felt a pang in his chest.

              “Keith!” Hunk’s eyes were rimmed with red, but the beaming smile he gave Keith told him that Lance had succeeded in making his friend feel better. “Did you need something?”

              “Coran and Allura wanted me to tell you guys that we’re ready to have dinner, if you want to join us.” His eyes drifted over to Lance, and found himself amazed by how Lance was able to mask the pain in his eyes. Sure, Keith could still tell, because he was actively looking for it, but no one else would have any idea. How did he do that? Why would he do that?

              Hunk quickly ducked under Lance’s arm to clasp a large hand on Keith’s shoulder. “Well, let’s get to it, man, I’m starving!” And Hunk began to drag Keith away, leaving Lance behind to follow. Keith glanced back, but when he did, he just saw Lance flash a wide grin at him, and then Hunk was pulling him around a corner.

              The next time he saw Lance was a few minutes after he and Hunk had seated themselves, when he quietly slipped into the dining hall. He was just a little too quiet while they ate, but nobody else seemed to notice, and that’s when Keith resolved to keep a closer eye on his sharpshooter.

                “Lance! You’re not nearly fast enough!” Lance’s concentration broken, Pidge managed to catch his foot with her katar. Startled at the unexpected catch, she accidentally shocked him, and Lance yelped in pain, crashing to the ground.

              “Oh my god, Lance, I am so sorry!” Pidge started to rush over, but Allura stopped her before she could.

              “Lance!” she snapped impatiently, “get up, now, and try again!” Lance was amazed. She wanted him to what? He just got shocked with who knows how much electricity! Hunk and Keith stared in shock, first looking at Allura in disbelief, then at Lance, still on the ground, trying to breathe through the pain coursing through him, and finally at Shiro, begging him to do something. He stepped forward.

              “Allura, come on, we’ve all been training for hours. We’re exhausted.”

              “You guys are fine. Go get some rest. Lance still has a lot of work he needs to do, and he’s never going to improve if he doesn’t stop wasting our time!” These last words were focused on Lance, who squeezed his eyes shut, shooting hand rhythmically flexing and relaxing. He felt a stab of shame in his chest. Of course, she was right. He was the weak link. He was behind everybody else in hand-to-hand, hell, even Pidge just took him down! They were never going to get anywhere with him being such a baby about training.

              “Allura—” Shiro began, but Lance cut him off.

              “No, she’s right.” Lance shakily got to his feet, small gasps and grunts escaping him as he forced his wobbly legs to support his weight. “I can do better, just let me go again.”

              Shiro looked less than impressed. “Lance, you can barely stand. Let’s just call it a day and we can hit it hard in the morning.” And hell, Lance wanted nothing more than to be able to take a break. He wasn’t positive how long they had been going so far, but he knew it was at least a couple of hours – usually they train hand-to-hand for two, taking turn so everyone could rest, and so that they could each practice with varying styles and techniques. Then they would take an extra hour in the shooting range, and then move on to team building exercises before finishing for the day. Briefly, he wondered how long Allura wanted him to continue practicing.

              “There, you see? He gets it, at least.” Oh, he got it all right. He was a failure, as usual, and he needed to work harder to catch up, to not bring his friends down. People could die if he wasn’t good enough. Lance gritted his teeth, preparing himself to go again. “Come on, Pidge, I won’t make it as easy on you this time.”

              “Actually, I believe Coran needed both Pidge and Hunk for a project today, so if you two would go get showered and then meet with him, that would be fantastic.” Allura’s face was set, decisive. Pidge and Hunk were done for the day. Lance blinked.

              “Okay… Shiro, will you run through it with me again? I know I can get it.” He really didn’t, but he wasn’t going to stop until he did, so it wasn’t like he had any other choice.

              “Lance, I need Shiro so we can plan our next course of action. Got that, Shiro?” Her voice was hard and unforgiving, but still, Shiro hesitated, looking back at Lance almost questioningly. Lance shook his head. “It’s fine, Shiro, I’m sure Keith will help me?” Keith stepped forward, but Allura spoke up again.

              “Honestly, Lance! Keith spends too much time training as is. You are the only one who needs the extra practice, stop trying to guilt the others into staying behind to help you. Keith, I don’t want to see you anywhere near the training room until tomorrow, when we are in fact scheduled to train.” The look in her eyes dared Keith to argue, and Lance knew him well enough to know that he needed to step in.

              “Don’t worry, Princess, I can do it on my own. More fun to have company, but you’re right. Keith deserves a break.” Lance couldn’t look them in the eye. Not only was he going to struggle with the training itself, but now he was going to be isolated from his friends for who knows how long. What a day.

                Keith clenched his fists, anger rushing through him. Lance was trying just as hard as any of them! In fact, he was trying harder than most of them! This was ridiculous, and he had no idea why Allura was acting the way she was. Like Lance needed a punishment or something! But with Lance agreeing with her, Keith couldn’t see how he could stay behind to help him with the combination.

              “Lance, if you need to see the combo again – though you really shouldn’t, seeing as Shiro and Keith demonstrated it numerous times for you and you would have it if you had been paying attention – you can recall it on the databases here in the training room. You will practice until you get the combo, and until either Shiro or myself can confirm that you know it.” And without another word, she swept out of the room, calling to the other paladins on her way out.

              Slowly, hesitantly, Pidge and Hunk wished Lance good luck, before they left to find Coran. Shiro look sympathetic, but ultimately, there wasn’t much they could do. Especially where Lance was willing to just put in the extra time. Already, he was gulping down some water, shuffling and shifting to allow his feet to find the beginning stance. Keith wanted nothing more than to stay behind, to offer some help or advice or dammit, even just some company! Lance needed people, and to cut him off from everyone like this was unnecessarily cruel. But before he could even offer any encouraging words, Lance was moving his way through the combination, slowly mapping out each step. Keith sighed, but then he followed the rest of their friends out of the training room.

              Hopefully Lance would be okay.

              Of course, none of them saw Lance again until way after dinner. The other paladins had long since headed to bed, but Keith had been unable to sleep and was in the middle of debating whether it was safe to go to the training room or not when Lance came stumbling out of it. Trailing behind Allura, he looked beaten and exhausted. His hair and clothes were soaked through with sweat and Keith suspected he was favoring his leg. Meanwhile Allura looked smug, pleased with the knowledge that her slowest paladin was improving, that they were that much closer to defeating Zarkon. Lance slowly shuffled towards the kitchen, but Allura stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

              “What are you doing?” she questioned.

              Lance frowned. “I haven’t eaten yet…”

              “It’s far too late to be making another mess in the kitchen,” she looked at him disapprovingly, and Keith felt anger rising to the surface. “It’d be best if you slept instead. Eat in the morning.” Keith gaped at her, but he was unnoticed by the two of them. Really, that just meant that once Allura had turned Lance towards the direction of their bedrooms, Keith was in the perfect position to see the pained resignation cross Lance’s face.

              Before he even realized it, Keith had retrieved some light food from the kitchen and was knocking on Lance’s door. He left the foot on the floor, where Lance would hopefully see it, and then scurried around the corner as quickly and quietly as he could. He heard the door open, there was a few seconds of silence and then some rustling before the door shut again. When Keith peeked around the corner, the food was gone.

                Only a couple days later, and Keith was again frustrated about Lance. It looked like he still hadn’t recovered fully from that long night in the training room, and he couldn’t understand why. Shiro had been really careful in making sure that nothing like that happened again, but that didn’t stop Allura from pushing Lance’s limits as hard as she could get away with when Shiro wasn’t looking. But despite this, Lance still looked so tired all the time.

              That night, at dinner, Keith kept a close eye on Lance. He seemed normal, though tired, and it wasn’t until after dinner that he realized Lance wasn’t retiring to his room like most of the rest of the paladins were. Instead, he headed to the training room. Keith camped out outside, bored out of his mind, but more determined to find out if Lance was really okay or not. Lance logged a good three hours before he finally came out of the locker room exit. He was breathing heavily, gasping for air, and muscles loose and trembling, but otherwise seemed unharmed. Keith forced himself to relax as he followed Lance down the hallway from a distance. Lance gulped down a water pouch, and then set off to the Lion Hangar, where Pidge was still absorbed in her latest project.

              “Pidge.” It was quiet, and the reaction was slight, but Keith still recognized how Pidge flinched and her shoulders shot up to her ears. “When are you going to go to bed?”

              “None of your business!” Pidge spat, and Keith was more than surprised at the venom in the girl’s voice. Lance only sighed.

              “Pidge. You need to sleep. Please.” Was this why he was so tired? He was trying to make sure Pidge was getting to bed? Keith looked at Pidge critically. If that was the case, he really wasn’t doing a good job. But, he realized with a pang, that wasn’t his fault. No one else was trying to get Pidge to sleep at all, and it was obvious she desperately needed the rest.

              “Fuck off, Lance, I don’t need a babysitter.” Lance flinched, but refused to back down. “Come on, just one night. You haven’t slept more than a couple of hours in who knows how many days.”

              Pidge narrowed her eyes. “Have you been keeping tabs on me?”

              “I’m worried about you.”

              “Well no one else is and the only people who really care are who knows where and I’m trying to find them, so leave me alone.”

              There were a few moments of silence where Keith wondered if he should intervene. Before he could, Lance spoke up again. “I know you have nightmares, Pidge.” Pidge froze. “Come on, did you really think I wouldn’t notice, kid? You’re pushing yourself too far. Keep it up and you won’t control when you collapse from exhaustion. You’ve gotta sleep at some point. At least this way, you’ll have more control over when and how.”

              Pidge shook her head, but even Keith could tell that her eyes were glazing with tears. “Pidge, come on. I’ll stay with you. You don’t have to worry about nightmares. I chase nightmares for my siblings all the time.” Lance’s hands fisted briefly, then relaxed again. Pidge looked up at Lance pleadingly. “Would you really stay?” she asked hesitantly.

              Lance bent down without another word, scooping her up into his arms. “Of course I will. If Matt can’t be here to do it for you, then I’ll gladly fill in for him until he can, don’t worry.”

              When Keith saw them the next morning, Lance looked even more exhausted than before, but Pidge was obviously more relaxed and clearheaded.

              Everyone expressed their joy at Pidge getting rest, and they praised her for finally taking some time to herself.

              She didn’t mention a single word about how Lance basically had to force her to finally get some sleep, or that he was the whole reason she felt comfortable for doing so in the first place.

              And no one else seemed to notice how Lance was so tired he could barely keep a handle on his emotions during training that day.

                In fact, Keith suspects it was because of that loose grip on his emotions that the disaster that was training really occurred.

              “Lance, come on, really try here! Everyone else is working so hard, and they’re doing great, just try a little harder for us! We’re a team, and we can’t be that if we have to drag you along on missions.”

              Keith knew, okay, he knew that Shiro was under a lot of stress. He was still young, only a little older than them, and he’d suffered a lot of trauma that no one should ever have to go through. But, really? Lance was so tired, and he was trying so hard, and he was doing so much for all of them. He didn’t deserve this.

              Lance, though, merely looked up at Shiro from where he was laying on the floor, eyes bleary and unfocused. Shiro clenched his jaw, visibly willing himself to dredge up some of that incredible patience he’s always preaching at Keith about. “Lance, if you won’t take this seriously, then we have no reason to keep you on as a paladin. I’ve been trying to defend you from Allura, but honestly? She’s right. You need to work harder and take this more seriously, and if you can’t even do that then I don’t know why you’re bothering to stick around.”

              Keith glanced around for help from Pidge and Hunk, but they were far on the other side of the training room, and hadn’t noticed what was happening yet. Keith slowly stepped forward. “Shiro, maybe we should…” Shiro barely glanced at him when he walked past, all but racing out of the training room, leaving Lance an overtired and emotional mess on the floor. At first, they both just sat there in silence, but then Lance visibly steeled himself, taking a deep breath and choking back tears. And when he finally staggered to his feet, wiping his eyes clear of any moisture, Keith felt like his heart might break.

              “He’s right, it’s fine. I’m going to go take a breather, and I’ll come back to try again after dinner, I think. I need to get this right.” For a moment, Keith couldn’t breathe, his heart and soul ached so much for this sad, lost boy in front of him, but before he could gather his thoughts enough to speak, Lance had taken off.

              He didn’t see him again until very late in the night, or early in the morning, depending on your perspective. Keith had been heading to the kitchen to get a water pouch, but instead barely managed to stop himself from walking into Shiro having a panic attack. Keith was more surprised by that than by the fact Lance was talking him down from it. He had Shiro’s hand clutched against his own chest, helping him to time his breaths, and he was gently chattering away about his family, joking with Shiro as if it wasn’t a one-sided conversation during which the other participant was having a full-scale attack. It was impressive, but when you looked closely, it wasn’t hard to see that Lance’s hands were trembling, and there were tears in his eyes.

              Some time later, it was evident that Shiro was too tired to notice any of those things, as he instead broke down into tears once he’d calmed down enough. Lance stayed with him the entire time, and Keith kept a silent vigil over his friend. The two of them didn’t retire until the day castle had begun shifting into its day cycle. And if anyone else noticed that Lance was starting to look a little less vibrant, a little less happy, a little less excited about life, they didn’t say anything. Lance appeared to wish to just brush it off, and Keith was content to bide his time.

                But that wasn’t going to last too long.

                “I don’t know how to help you, okay!” The quiet that followed that outburst was just as loud. Keith couldn’t bear it. Lance should never look this depressed, this dejected. “Lance.”

              There was silence, Lance refused to glance up and acknowledge Keith, so he tried again.

              “Lance. Please. Look at me.” Another few seconds of silence before Lance shook his head weakly. Feeling the pain in his chest tighten, Keith tried again. He had a vision of Lance comforting and coaching Hunk through a panic attack, Lance running himself ragged training for Allura’s peace of mind, Lance’s willingness to sacrifice his own sleep to ensure Pidge slept, the trust and faith he placed in Shiro, despite consistently feeling that Shiro didn’t even like him, forget about trusting him.

              “Just.  Please. I just want you to be honest. Be you. Please, just be selfish for a few minutes. I promise, I’ll still be here. I don’t… I don’t need you to be anything but yourself. Please.” Still silence. “You’ve done so much for all of us, and I need you to know that even if you didn’t stretch yourself so thin for all of us, we would all still love you. We would still value you. You’re our friend. None of us knew what we were getting into, but we do all know that none of us would be here without you. We wouldn’t have even found Blue, we would’ve give up, I don’t know what exactly, I just know that we wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, and that we can’t do this without you!” Keith’s voice went soft, and Lance stood frozen, looking back at Keith with a shocked expression. “I can’t do this without you, Lance, and I can’t stand to watch you push yourself so hard and get no credit or appreciation or even a thank you. You’re worth more than that to me, and I know you’re worth more than that to the others, too.”

              Lance’s lower lip trembled. “I can’t not help them, Keith.”

              Keith stepped forward, placed gentle hands on Lance’s shoulders, carefully pulled him into a hug. “I know, Lance, I know,” This close, he knew to keep his voice quiet, murmuring directly into Lance’s ear. “I love you for that, but you can’t push too hard too fast. You deserve better, and we want more than that for you. I promise. Just talk to us, we can be there for you, just like you’re there for us. I’ll be there for you, if you’ll let me.” Keith felt his face flush, but he forced himself to stay put. Lance needed him more, right then.

              They stood there for several minutes, no sound save for Lance’s quiet sobs and Keith’s hushed reassurances and promises.

              “I’ll try.”

[ididntlookback]

Could you maybe write something where lances ends up wearing keiths jacket but not by choice. Like his gets damaged or he forgot it and it’s freezing or something. Thanks sooo much ;)

I am SO awful, I got this ask like a month ago and i’ve had this finished for like a week but i’ve been super busy im so so sorry ahhh i hope you enjoy (wc: 2,800)

Lance was a stubborn guy. He was self aware of that. He liked to be right and he hated to admit it when he was wrong.

In the hellish situation he was currently in, though, Lance had to admit that he’d been very wrong. Very wrong.

Team Voltron had gotten back to Earth a few weeks prior. Things were looking scary. When they arrived at their home planet, instead of getting the calming, heartwarming atmosphere they’d hoped to rebuild their castle in, they were confronted with fighting and- you guessed it- the Galra.

They hadn’t taken over Earth yet, but there were regular attacks and voltron were doing their best to fend them off. The Galaxy Garrison wasn’t much help, as their weapons and ships didn’t even begin to size up to the advanced technology the Galra had.

It also didn’t help that the Galra were an enigma to most earth goers. The existence of aliens hadn’t been common knowledge until voltron came down to Earth. Even then, humans were hesitant to believe it until the first Galra attack arrived

Even with the minimal help the garrison provided, team Voltron wanted to stay close to the base, as that’s where their ship was being rebuilt. For the time being, they were all cramped up in Keith’s cabin.

It was a late afternoon and Lance was laying on Keith’s very uncomfortable couch. He was eating a bag of chips while staring up at the ceiling. Pidge, Hunk, and Coran were outside fixing up Keith’s old cruiser, which had broken on the last trip to the garrison. Everyone else was over at the Garrison working on the ship.

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, the sky tinted shades of orange and violet. Lance loved the sunsets. Ever since he got back from space he held a deep appreciation for them. Today, though, Lance would not be able to sit back and enjoy it.

Shiro entered the cabin with his signature serious face that meant ‘time to get to work.’ Pidge and Hunk trailed after him.

“The Garrison just signaled. There may be another few ships coming down,” He said. “Lance and Keith, take the cruiser and get over to the garrison. We’ll back you up soon.”

“Is the cruiser even ready to drive?” Keith asked. He was across the room from Lance, sitting against the wall.

“It should be good,” Hunk said. “Probably.”

“Probably?” Lance asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah,” Hunk confirmed. “… Probably.”

Lance and Keith met eyes, both uneasy at Hunks unenthusiastic reassurance.

“Oookay,” Lance said. “Our armor’s at the Garrison, so we’ll have to gear up over there.”

Keith got up and pulled his jacket on, heading for the door. Lance followed suit.

“Get your jacket,” Keith said, halting in front of the door and causing Lance to bump into him.

“No thanks, Mom,” Lance said, rolling his eyes. “It’s the desert. How cold could it be?”

“Pretty fucking cold,” Keith scoffed.

“I’ve been at the Garrison for years, i think i know how cold it’ll be.”

“You’ve been in the warm, safe walls of the garrison, not stuck out in the desert at this time of night.”

“Whatever,” Lance said, pushing past Keith. “I’m not gonna bring my jacket just because mr. weather guy over here says I should.”

“Your funeral,” Keith sighed, following Lance.

When Lance got outside, it was slightly chilly but nothing like what Keith said it would be like. He mentally scoffed to himself.

After Keith took the front seat and Lance climbed on behind him, Lance wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist. At the contact Keith winced a bit, as if he’d been washing dishes and his hand touched something gross.

“You don’t have to act so repulsed by me,” Lance scoffed.

Keith shuddered a bit as he turned the engine on. “Do you have to… hold me that tight?”

“Well, excuse me for not wanting to fall off this thing and die.”

Keith didn’t answer. He just started driving.  

It was a 15 minute drive to the Garrison, and Lance, like Keith, was not enthused about the idea of physical contact between the two of them.

As they drove, Lance looked out at all the passing mountains and rock mounds. When he was a kid in the car, he’d imagine a man running with the car and jumping from tree to tree, from building to building. He liked to do that on the rides over to the garrison as well. It made him ache to visit home again, as he’d done when they first arrived on Earth.

“Did you really live out here for a full year?” Lance asked. He had to speak loudly, the wind carrying away his voice.

“Yeah. Why?”

“There’s nothing to do out here,” Lance said. “Besides following weird energy stuff, what did you do for fun?”

“What were you doing while i was out here,” Keith snapped. “Failing flight simulators at the Garrison?”

Lance didn’t reply for a few seconds. “Me-ow,” Lance laughed, “What’s with the aggression, Mullet? It was just a question.”

“… Sorry,” He said a few seconds later. “Sometimes i just forget that we, like… don’t hate each other anymore.”

“Oh, don’t worry. A small part of me will always hate you, no matter what,” Lance said, his words dripping in signature Lance sarcasm.

Keith actually laughed at that. “It does make me feel better, thank you.”

Lance was glad they weren’t facing each other. He didn’t want Keith to see the smile at their banter.

“You feeling the cold yet?” Keith asked.

Lance actually was. It got really cold really fast. Still, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. They’d be at the garrison in no time.

“Nope,” He said. “I guess you’re just weak.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Keith replied. “It’ll get colder.”

“Great,” Lance said, though his heart sank at Keith’s words, “I say bring it on.”

Lance let his mind wander as the air became increasingly more chilly, becoming like small daggers piercing his skin. He started formulating a plan for when they got to the garrison, but it was hard since they knew pretty much nothing about the attack.

When they were about seven minutes away from the Garrison, the cruiser began to slow down. The drop in speed brough Lance back to reality.

“What are you doing?” Lance asked.

“I’m not doing anything,” Keith said, angrily trying to get the speed up.

The cruiser finally stopped all together and at a strange smell Lance looked behind him. There was smoke coming out of the engine.

“That doesn’t look good,” Lance grumbled.

Now that they were just sitting in the now pitch black desert, Lance was shivering, the cold making his fingers numb. Him being stubborn, he tried not to shiver. He didn’t want to give Keith the satisfaction.

Keith got up to investigate and Lance missed his warmth. Not that Keith had much warmth- his hands were like iceicles- but in the freezing desert he was basically a heat generator.

Opening up the hood of the cruiser, Lance saw Keith poke and prod around, trying to see something wrong.

“I think the oil thing is leaking,” Keith said, frowning.

“T-the ‘oil thing?’” Lance asked.

Hearing the stutter in his voice, Keith’s head snapped over to look at Lance.

“You’re cold,” Keith declared.

“What?” Lance said, taking in a sharp breath that hurt his lungs. “No i’m n-not.”

“I told you to bring a jacket!” Keith scolded. “You just had to try and be right.”

“Okay, let’s back up a b-bit,” Lance said, holding his hands up. “Did you just call it the ‘oil thing?’ Can you fix it or not?”

Keith sighed. He walked over to where Lance was sitting. “I don’t think so.”

Panic was starting to rise up in Lance at their situation. He was trying to subtly hug his own arms for more warmth. “What do you mean ‘I don’t think so?!’ It’s your cruiser!”

“This is the first time it’s broken!” Keith argued back. “I’m not an engineer, i don’t know how the thing works.”

Lance looked at Keith blankley as he tried processing things. The cold air must’ve been slowing down his brain. Keith raised an eyebrow as he watched Lance make blank eye contact with him.

“You… okay?” Keith asked.

“We’re s-stuck… in the desert… the cold desert… alone,” Lance cleared up, talking with his hands for more emphasis.

“Yep,” Keith said.

“Well… shit.”

“Yep.”

“How far aw-away is the garrison?”

“Four miles,” Keith said miserably.

“How f-far away is the cabin?” Lance asked, hoping for a better answer.

“Four miles.”

Lance hung his head down dramatically. “S-s-so all our options s-suck?”

“Yep,” Keith confirmed. “We should walk to the Garrison. The attack is still happening and they’re counting on us.”

“That’ll t-take us an hour,” Lance groaned. He’d done track all through middle school, so he was acutely aware of how long a mile is.

“Better late than never,” Keith said. “Let’s get moving.”

Lance wanted to die. That’s when he knew that for once- well, maybe more than once- in his life he’d been wrong. What he’d do for his jacket. The two were walking against the chilly winds which added insult to injury. Lance’s lips felt numb and his fingers felt practically immobile.

Keith looked cold but not nearly as cold as Lance. How warm could that jacket be? It was so short it could barely be classified as a jacket.

About ten minutes into silently walking, Lance kept feeling Keith’s eyes on him. He didn’t look over, as he wasn’t in the mood for a conversation or awkward eye contact.

“You’re freezing,” Keith declared a few minutes later.

Lance had given up on trying to look warm at that point. He let himself shiver freely, giving in and embracing the consequences of the dumbass decision he’d made.

“No, i’m t-toasty,” Lance grumbled sarcastically.

He looked over at Keith, who did the same and met Lances eyes for a few seconds. Keith sighed and took off his jacket, offering it to Lance.

“W-why?” Lance asked, looking at Keith. “Y-you need it.”

“I’m used to the cold,” Keith said. “I lived out here, remember?”

Lance hesitated for a few second, looking at the jacket as if it was a bomb that could explode at any second.

Keith, his arm still outstretched, pressed it slightly against Lance’s shoulder. “C’mon. Take it before I change my mind.”

Deciding that his pride was less important than getting frostbite, Lance took the jacket and put it on with shaking arms.

Boy was he wrong about the jacket not being that warm. It was already slightly warmed up from being on Keith’s body for so long, and the inside was lined with a delicate fleece, which Lance had not expected.

Even though the jacket was small on Lance and and ended slightly above his waist, it felt like the best and warmest thing ever in the cold desert.

“Thanks, m-mullet,” Lance stuttered out. Keith didn’t say anything in response, he just glanced over at Lance a few times.

“I do have to s-say,” Lance continued, “this jacket is so not practical even though it is kinda warm.”

“W-what do you mean?” Keith asked, starting to shiver.

“Why is it cropped? Like… w-why? Also, look at this.” He connected both sides of the jacket and zipped it all the way up so that the huge collar was hiding half of his face. “Why?”

Keith looked over and honest to god laughed at that. Lance snapped his head over to look at Keith, hearing laughter come from him being such a rarity.

Lance looked forward quickly though, not wanting Keith to catch him looking at him.

“It’s a cool j-jacket,” Keith shrugged.

“On what planet!?” Lance laughed. “You clearly got your fashion sense from your mom because that jacket is definitely not cool on Earth.”

“I like it.”

The two left it at that and continued to walk. They’d bump shoulders every once in a while, the wind and cold making them unsteady.

“How much longer?” Lance asked.

“Probably another t-thirty minutes.” Keith’s lips were turning blue, his arms shaking where he held them up to his chest. “Have I said ‘i told you so,’ about the whole jacket thing yet?”

“I don’t think so.”

Keith looked over at Lance with a small smirk on his face. “I t-told you so.”

“And I now accept that.”

Lance had a selfless thought and he hated himself for it.

He slipped the jacket off and handed it back to Keith. “I was the dumbass who didn’t bring a jacket. You should wear it.”

Keith took it but didn’t put it on. He looked in thought, as if he didn’t know what to do with the jacket. After a few seconds he looked at Lance with a glare and a sigh.

“The second we get to the Garrison, all m-memory of this leaves both of our minds, got it?” Keith borderline growled.

Lance raised an eyebrow. “All memory of w-”

His question was answered when Keith practically rammed his shoulder against Lances and wrapped an arm around his waist. With his other arm he draped the jacket over both of their shoulders like a blanket, pushing the two even closer together.

“Oh,” Lance creaked out, the blood rushing to his face. He looked over to see Keith’s face was red as well.

Their heads were right next to each other, and Lance could feel Keith’s breath. He was hyper aware of the arm around his waist. Copying Keith, he wrapped his own arm around Keith’s. He didn’t know what to focus on more, how warm he was or how muscled he was.

“Why are you so warm?” Keith asked, taking Lance by surprise.

“Huh?”

“Y-you are weirdly warm. W-why?”

If Lance wasn’t blushing before he sure was now. “I c-can’t tell if you’re looking for a logical answer. I’m j-just warm blooded.”

Lance had been wondering why Keith had said that, but when he himself randomly blurted out, “you smell n-nice,” he assumed that the cold was short circuiting both of their brains.

“T-thanks?” Keith said. “What do I-I smell like?”

“Dunno,” Lance answered back. “You s-smell very K-Keith like.”

At his response Keith chuckled a bit, causing blasts of warm breath on Lance’s cheek. Lance looked over at the boy besides him and Keith looked over as well.

They made eye contact and it made Lance’s heart stop. Lance had always seen Keith’s eyes as a strange shade of purple, but up close he found so much more in them.

“Uh, we should k-keep on going,��� Keith said, his voice a whisper.

Lance hadn’t realized that they had stopped moving. He had to take a few seconds to reboot his brain before looking away and stuttering out a response. “Y-yeah.”

They shuffled on forward, fighting another gust of cold wind and pretending the earlier moment never happened.

“I can s-see the top of the garrison tower,” Lance exclaimed. “We’re almost there.”

“Good,” Keith breathed out. “And remember, not a w-word of this to anyone.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll just repress the hell out of it like I d-did to the ‘bonding moment.’”

“What?”

“What? Nothing!” Stupid hypothermia, making Lance unintentionally say things.

The two didn’t speak for the rest of the trip. They finally made it to the Garrison and Lance could practically taste the heating they’d find inside the establishment.

They got to the doors and waited for their buzz to be answered.

“Well, it’s been fun sharing awkward contact wi-with you,” Lance said, separating himself from Keith but immediately missing his warmth.

“B-back at you,” Keith said.

The door opened and the two immediately rushed inside. Lance’s skin itched as it warmed up. Both him and Keith rubbed their hands together, trying to bring feeling back to their fingertips.

“Where have you been?” Coran asked, rushing over to the boys. “The Galra ships will be here any second. Suit up!” He rushed off somewhere else, not even waiting for an answer.

Lance and Keith had to go separate ways to get to their lions. Before they split Lance offered Keith his jacket back. “Thanks for helping an idiot out,” Lance told him.

“You can keep it till the mission ends,” Keith told Lance. He started walking away until he stopped and looked back with a small grin. “It looks good on you.”

“Oh,” was all Lance could squeak out as he watched Keith walk away. HIs face was red and his heart was beating fast. He probably would’ve stood there in shock for the rest of the night until he remembered with a start where he was supposed to be.

“Right. Earth is being attacked. I should deal with that.”

[futurepurplepaladin]

When I’m With You I’m Home- Part 2

Anonymous: 11+15+73+81 for lance reuniting with an s/o he left on earth

11) “Wow, you look… amazing.”

15) ““When I’m with you, I’m home.”

73) ““Please don’t say goodbye.”

81) “Come with me.”

Phew, this took so long to write! Sorry about that! I forgot to add on the last post- this is with a fem s/o, and Im really working on writing gender neutral- Im just not used to it. So Im so sorry if this made the fic harder to read! And this DEFINTELY doesnt match the storyline from Season 7-so sorry?

Word Count: 3,468

Who: Lance x Reader

Warnings: Some cuss words in Spanish- mentions of depressio 

Hope you enjoy!!!

(not my gif- gypsyastronaut)

“Getting busy over there LAnce?” a voice taunted in front of you; the voice was undefiable as male or female- but you recognized it at once.

“Wait is that- PIDGE?” 

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You looked over Lance’s shoulder, seeing Pidge (and Hunk) walk over in almost identical lions as Lance (Pidge was green, and Hunk was yellow). They also were wearing the strange armor.

“Y/n?!?” she called excitedly, and soon as she said that both Hunk and Pidge where running over.

“Oh my god you guys, where’d you get all the weird costume?!” You laughed, hugging both individuals.

Pidge’s short, messy hair was a little longer like Lances, but she was still the same height.

Hunk look like he had gained some muscle, and his bandana looked like it could use a good wash.

“Soo…” Pidge smirked at LAnce, “you never told us you had a girlfriend!”

“And you never told us it was her- I mean- y/n!” HUnk exclaimed, trying to be very polite (per usual).

“Well….” Lance tried to explain, giving you a nervous smile.

You smiled back, saying, “We weren’t a thing… we just kinda figured it out right now.”

Hunk and Pidge looked at each other, evil smirks on their faces. You remembered those faces- that meant they were gonna screw with someone (most likely Lance). But just as Pidge opened her mouth, you felt another “whoooosh” over you that made your hair fly forward. And then a second one flew over you 5 seconds later.

“Okay- why is there different colored lions, I thought there was only a Blue one? And is Shiro and Keith in those ones?” You asked the group quickly, anxiously waiting for their answer.

“Yeah, that should be Shiro and Keith,” Hunk answered, turning towards the spot that they landed.

Lance pondered for a second- how do you know about the Lions?

He gave you a look that you knew to well that he was confused, and you realized he caught your mistake- he couldn’t know about what you did- he CANT. You quickly left him, running to go meet with Shiro and Keith to get away from any awkward questions.

“Mr. Shirogane! Mr. Shirogane is that really you?!?” You yelled, happily excited to see your favorite teacher again- until you realized you were only wearing a breathing suit and you stopped running awkwardly.

“How have you been y/n?” He asked politely, not noticing your lack of clothing.

“Uh- pretty good-“ you said thinking “He’s hairs way different…….”

Then you noticed Keith, you were standing right beside him.

He looked moody- as usual.

“Hey Keith,” you gave a small wave, and he gave a small ‘Hey.’

Hunk, Pidge, and Lance had finally reached you, standing behind you.

“Alright- somebody tell me what’s going on?” You asked your dying question quickly, afraid that they wouldn’t answer it if you didn’t ask at once. “Why is there lions? Where did you guys go? Where did YOU GET THE ARMOR?!?l

Everyone did something different- Lance looked guilty, Pidge was still smirking at you two, Hunk was staring off at the darkening sunset, Keith looked at you as if he trying to see if you were trying to backstab them, but Shiro looked at you with seriousness and sympathy.

“Y/n,” he began, “I know your confused at all this, to be honest, we are too. We can tell you the story…. but not right now.”

“WHAT?!?” You yelled in frustration. “My best friend left -“

(“Boyfriend”, Pidge snickered)

“And all my friends were said to be dead- and you can’t tell me where you guys have been for the last year and a half?!” your frustration got the better of you, and you forgot who you were yelling at- but Shiro gave a soft smile and said, “I know this is frustrating, but promise me, You will know what happened.”

“Alright….” you complied, and Keith, thinking it was the right time to talk, “Guys, it’s getting dark, we’re gonna have to go.”

“Wait-“ You swiveled quickly to look at Lance- “you can’t go!”

Your heart throbbed to think you had to leave Lance- AGAIN- after only seeing him for about 30 minutes. You would be more heart broken than the last time.

Lance hurt seeing your face- it was as if all the guilt and worry he caused a year and half before was coming all coming to surface on your face.

“Keith- Shiro- I can’t go,” he said defiantly, “this is my home- let me stay for the night- then I’ll go.” You looked at him, hope filling your eyes again, and he smiled down at you.

“Lance you can’t, we have to get back-“ Keith started, but Shiro put a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to stop, and he finished for him.

“Lance, you can stay, I don’t see the trouble in it- but please be back before 9. We do have the meeting with the Garrison tomorrow, and we all need to be there.”

“Alright,” Lanc said gleefully, and you gave him a look he could read as if you were actually talking to him- “Meeting?”

“Just something I have to do,” he looked back, and you nodded in understanding.

You watched all the paladins leave one by one, hugging each one (except Keith, who looked extremely moody and had wrapped his arms around himself- and you were also secretly angry at him for trying to get Lance to leave), and watched as the flew into the sky and into the night, like reversed shooting stars- each one a color of the rainbow.

It was now dark, the ocean turning a dangerous indigo, and the night sky was covered in stars.

“Well- what do you want to do?” you asked Lance, grabbing his hand. You realized how good it felt to put your hand in his and wondered why it took you so long to actually confess to him. You haven't felt this happy in a long time.

Lance blushed, hoping the darkness covered up the red traveling up to his cheeks- but since his armor glowed in the dark, it illuminated his face and almost made it look worse.

“U-um...well- I just want to see my family, I've missed them so much!” you guys walked up the beach, you leading Lance back to your belongings. The sand felt cool and soft and it reminded you of the Moon Sand you and Lance used to play with as kids.

“Yeah its been awhile….” you said airly, imagining the happy faces of the McCLains when they realized their boy had came back home, and you smiled.

After Lance admitted to missing his family, it was as if a plug had come undone and he was spilling everything in a happy, home sick voice.

“Ive missed the my family so much, and especially the food. I haven't  had actual Earth food in forever! Like tacos, and pancakes, and the Spongebob ice creams from the ice cream truck with bubble gum eyes, oh and garlic knots! Man your tia used to make the best garlic knots- does she still make them- “

“Oh mierda!” you yelped.

You stopped walking, your happy bubble being popped.

“Whats wrong?” Lance asked, confused and instantly on guard.

“MY AUNT!” she had warned you not to be out so late- and it definitely looked like past 9.

“We gotta go!”

You sprinted towards your board, Lance following suit, and you ran towards the main road.

A normal walk to your house took a few minutes, but you got there at record time.- but you felt it wasn't fast enough- she was gonna be so PISSED.

You arrived at your little house, the outside being illuminated by warm yellow light streaming out through the windows. The door was open, letting in a soft breeze and the smell of garlic filled the air.

You quietly put down your board, dreading the telling to you were gonna get- and in front of LAnce. You had gotten in trouble in front of him before, but know it was different- your relationship was different. This wouldn't be only just embarrassing- you probably just start digging your grave right after.

“Wait are those… Garlic kn-mmph!” Lanc energetically yelled, and you frantically shushed him with your hand. His eyes got wide, and you whispered, “Just- stay quiet okay- I dont know what shes gonna do if shes sees you-I just tell her super gently so she doesn't have a full blown heart attack- let me handle it.” you quickly added, “Nod if you understand.”

Lance nodded in agreement, and after you realised him from your hand, he spat on the ground.

“Next time you do that,” he whispered harshly, “make sure your hands aren't covered in sand!”

You giggled quietly, angry butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“Stop being a baby, Feo- just wait here.”

You gave him a weak smile and quietly walked up your front steps, dread building the closer you got to the door.

You slid through, and you saw your aunt’s back in the kitchen, smoke rising as she clanged pots and pans around. You swore your aunt had eyes in the back of her head, cause just as your crouched through the doorway, she turned around quickly, giving you a glare that made you flinch.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” she bellowed in her slight Spanish accent, “YOU HAD ME WORRIED SICK- IF YOU WERENT HOME IN 5 MINUTES I WAS GOING TO CALL THE POLICE! I TOLD YOU, IF YOU EVER DID THAT AGAIN YOU WERE NEVER GOING TO- Santa Maria….”

Your aunt stopped abruptly, staring not at you but at something behind you. You felt a familiar someone near you, and you stated quietly with a smile- “I got kinda side tracked.”

You looked up at Lance, seeing his soft smile, and you smiled wider.

“Lance… is i really you?” your aunt tentatively walked towards you, clutching her heart as she walked towards him.

“Yeah, its me Tia,” Lance said weakily, as if the amount of happiness in him was sapping his energy.

Your aunt screamed in glee, and put Lance into a bone crushing hug. You laughed, knowing that your aunt saw Lance as a son- you guys were like family.

She finally put Lance on ground as he rubbed his arms to get blood flow back there. “Come come, I just finished making dinner,” you aunt said, a smile etched on her face. You both walked over, seeing the silver baking sheets covered in assorted food; Lance was right, she did make garlic knots.

“Mijo, eat, your a twig!” she said affectionately to Lance, handing him a whole pan of food.

Lance licked his lip, clearing cant waiting to eat. You were hungry as well- you hadnt eaten anything all day, and the hunger had just caught up to you. You grabbed for a bread yourself, and your aunt hit your hand with a spatula.

“Ow!” you yelped, grabbing your know throbbing hand, “What was that for!”

“You were gone for 10 HOURS! No, you can wait- not until you change into something other than THAT!” she said, aiming her spatula at you like a weapon and motioning to your bathing suit.

“Its a bathing suit, Tia” you said, “its something that your suppose to wear at the beach.”

“But you need to cover up- especially around this one,” she looked at you while pointing the spatula at LAnce, who was currently stuffing his face.

“I think she looks great,” Lance said after he swallowed a huge chunk of bread, giving a smug look at your body. You blushed, feeling that maybe it would be a good time to change- your aunt had just whacked Lance on the head with the spatula and Lance gave out a yelp.

You shook your head and laughed, going into your room.

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You turned on the light, the warm glow illuminating the walls. Your room really had no concept- it was just a mess of things that your owned and liked.

In front of you was your window, opened to let in a breeze. The lacy white curtains curled lazily in the breeze. Your closet was open, relieving a mess of shoes and shirts. The far sided wall was painted with stars and constellations, that glowed in the dark. Your bed was blue, covered in pink, green, and white assorted pillows that said “Whatever” and “Shooketh” and other wierd saying you thought were funny or just cute. The walls were covered in snapshots of star constellations and Star Wars posters. Next to your bed, was another curtain- it was red, clashing with the pastel colors of your room. Yes, your room was messy and maybe a little hard on the eyes but- you liked it. It was yours.

You stepped over clothes strewn on the floor, grabbing your phone and playing hit on your favorite playlist, not noticing the quiet voices in the kitchen.

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Lance had just explained to your aunt were he had been, giving her a quick run down. He didnt give her more information than he gave you- he felt it would be wrong to tell your aunt first instead of you.

“So- how has y/n and you been doin- since I….you know….” Lance asked, finishing off his 7th garlic knot.

He was worried about you- he knew you too well. The fact you guys had fought hurt him alot, but he knew it would hurt you worse.

“Ay mijo… she wasnt doing well, not at all,” she replied sadly, putting down the towel she was using to clean her hands.

“After you left, she went into a sadness. She was crazy, not the same- going around, crying, yelling at officials saying that they needed to work harder to find you. They gave her a deal and said that she could come back in the next year- how I heard she was acting, shes blessed to have a second chance”

Lance gulped dryly, noticing how dry his throat was.

“What else happened?”

Your aunt continued, “The town was just as sad as she was. Your family mijo- they were heartbroken. But y/n- you would have thought you had died. After what happened to her parents-she had already lost so much, and then losing you… I think it was too much for her.. She stayed in her room all day, never came out, and wouldnt eat. I think she barely slept. I never knew what she was doing, but that was when she put up that red curtain- I never checked what was under i. I didn't want to look into her private things…”

“A red curtain/” Lance looked up quickly, feeling more guilt washing over him. How could he do this to his family? To the girl he loved? And he never realized it?

“Si, mijo… near her bed- maybe you can talk her into showing it to you. But please-” your aunt graped LAnce’s hand with both of hers, “don't tell her I told you this. She would be so mad at me.”

“Of course,” Lance smiled sympthatically at her, patting her hands with his free one.

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Lance walked into your room, seeing you lay out clothes on your already messy bed. You pulled a earbud out of your ear, smiling at him.

“Been stuffing your face?” you smirked at him.

“Ha funny- but your not wrong,” he laughed weakly, watching you sadly. How could his happy-go-lucky, sassy, beautiful y/n been depressed over him a year ago? He couldn't see it- he didn't want to see it.

“I just wanted to put something on sorta nice, ya know? You know Auntie, shes crazy over looking presentable over guests- Im surprised she didnt care about what she was wearing when she saw you. What did she say about your suit thingie? That thing, not gonna lie, its a little wierd- What are you doing?”

You stopped abruptly as you turned to look at Lance. He was staring at your wall, your secret, private wall- the curtain was open-nobody was allowed to touch it- especially- him-

Silence filled your room. You felt guilt, shame, dread, and even fear fill up inside you.

“What are you doing?” The room felt still as you whispered those words harshly at him.

“I-just-y/n- what is this? How do you know about-”

Your “secret wall” was covered with a map and black and white pictures of the Blue Lion, Lance, Pidge, and Hunk on the day they had gone missing. All of them were quick snapshots, some fuzzy, some as clear as day- alot of them looked like they were from secruity cameras. All of them had red string going from one picture to another, sharpie circling important spots, and sticky notes.

Lance pulled one sticky note off, the words on it clearly spelled out ‘Voltron?”, as if the sticky note itself was confused on what it was.

“How do you know about this? y/n?” Lance’s starined voice hurt you, and it hit you like a pile of rocks. You were looking at your feet, feeling as if again your world had fallen around you. You had worked so hard to keep this a secret.

“Lance- I-” you began, realizing it was a lost cause to lie- he would see right through it.

You walked towards him, Lance’s eyes covered in confusion.

“The night you left- I-I followed you. I knew where you were going. Pidge had invited me to help her at night before because she would sometimes need help with her machines, but she was good at covering up her tracks. The only thing I accidentally saw was the word “Voltron.””

“So, that night, I followed, you, to make sure you didnt do anything stupid- which you did. After the explosions, I tried to follow you, but you had already were gone after I recovered from the sound. I went inside to maybe find you, see if you went inside too- I wish I didnt- cause after that you were gone.”

“I started- feeling the Garrison was doing enough to find you. I spent months telling them my story, but they did nothing. I was- failing classes, because I was going and stealing information off the Garrison.”

Lance gasped, scolding, “y/n!”

“I know, you laughed, “bad, right? Well, they found me out one day- I was printing off a picture of something- i dont know- another snapshot of the Blue Lion? I dont know- anyway, they called me in and started inerrogating me. They realized i knew too much information, and after I said that I was going to call in the government and tell them what they were hiding- the Garrison freaked out. They let me off the hook, and said I could come back whenever I could- I think they just didnt want me to sell them out.”

“So yeah- came back home- and started doing this-” you motioned to the board. ��This was all I would do. I just wanted to find you Lance.” you turned to the board, facing away from him because tears were threatening to spill.

“I was lost without you.” you voice hitched, giving away the tears that were slipping away. You felt hands around you, and grabbed them like you needed them to help you stand up. You smashed into his chest, filling yourself fall part.

“God, Lance, I couldnt think, “ you cried, “I didnt know what to do with myself. Everyday- it was the same and I couldnt do it. I couldnt do it anymore. Please dont leave. Please dont say goodbye. dont go back.” you cried, grabbing his neck like your life depended on it.

Lance’s heart gave a violent throb. He had seen you cry- but never seen you breakdown. He grabbed you tighter, knowing he had to go, there was no way out of it- but he didn't want to leave you- knowing you would be this upset and depressed-

“Come with me,” he said, so quiet you were the only that could her him.

“What?” you asked, feeling you eyes itch with puffiness.

“Come with me, the Lions are stationed at the Garrison- thats where were staying at! Y/n Im so sorry I did this to you- I hate seeing you cry….”

He pulled you into another hug, and you realized how much you loved him- he cared so much about you, and how you could have ever been angry at him for leaving made you angry at yourself. But going back to the Garrison? You were scared- so many bad things had happened there, you didnt want to relieve that again…..

“I know your scared, but itll be okay, this time Ill be by your side the whole time- I promise,” he said, almost as if he was reading your mind.

You stayed quiet, still feeling uncertain.

You pulled apart from him,, dabbing your noise with the back of your hand. “Let me think about it, kay?” you asked him, giving him a smile.

“Alright,” he replied sadly, and left your room, knowing that you would make your decision soon- you never liked to dwell on things for too long. You closed the door, locking it.

The Garrison? Again? You did miss learning about space though...and you'd be able to be with Lance and your friends again…..

You sighed, thinking, “What am I gonna do?”

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Lance walked out to see your aunt feverishly doing the dishes.

“Did you see it, mijo?” she asked quickly, walking towards him.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Well- what was it?” she asked fear and hope filling her eyes.

“Well, um- “ Lance started, feeling as if maybe he shouldn't be the one to tell her, he paused thinking of a way to not tell your aunt outright but not lie to her at the same time.

“Lets just say- it involves a Lion.”

And right when he said that, you had walked out, wearing something all too familiar.

You were wearing your old Garrison jacket and pants, and you had put your hair into a sleek bun.

“A blue Lion to be exact.” you smiled, looking at Lances beaming face.

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Oh mierda- oh shit

Feo- ugly

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