#langst story

[multi-verse-mania]

Hey everyone! So, I’ve been diving back into Voltron: Legendary Defender lately (especially since it’s leaving Netflix soon 😭), and I’ve been devouring fanfics like it’s 2018 all over again. 🖤

In my nostalgia, I even revisited some of the fics I’ve written—including one I started ages ago that’s very Langst-heavy. It’s been on and off for years because I keep getting pulled back into Voltron, but I’m really tempted to finally finish it this time!

Fun fact: the prologue I wrote for this fic is actually a one-shot I posted a while back! If you’re curious, here are the links:

Wattpad

Archive of Our Own (AO3)

I thought maybe having readers might keep me motivated. So, here’s my question: would you be interested in reading a Langst fanfic if I shared it?

Vote below and let me know! 🚀✨

[mushed-kid]

okay klance au time

(i don’t think it counts as an au, because it’s not changing canon, its just something that could happen after canon)

warning this is long and hard to understand i cant be bothered. u either get it or you dont.

so i haven’t actually thought out all the details and stuff, this is very much just a thought i had:

It’s set after canon, aka everything stays the same. I KNOWWWW that farm lance gets a lotta hate and i get it trust me, but that also stays the same. Non-negotiable because this whole au basically built around that fact!!! so yeah suck it.

okay so everyone’s doing their thang, the paladins are growing up and like young adults, but they’re not teens anymore!

lance is at the farm, and keith works with the blade of marmora or whatever he ended up doing. i can’t remember but that’s what we’re going with. and you know there’s obviously some klance scenes in the last season and in this au that has developed as the next few years passed.

they might’ve started out hating each other and slowly getting better at standing each other, and then friendship developed into a little more, and now they’re basically dating. except they have never said that they’re dating, but neither of them wants to be with anyone else so it’s fine, they know. and they like it that way, it takes the pressure of. (everyone knows but it’s not something that’s brought up)

and anyway point is keith works in space right? and he comes back to earth often because that’s where they all meet, and they try to meet frequently. and that’s where lance lives, so why wouldn’t he? so he stays there when he visits, and it’s nice.

Lance, as always, goes hand in hand with angst. so add some of that. lance has gotten over his feelings for allura. obviously none of them have fully moved on, but with help from the others (and especially keith) he’s come to terms with that. however, that doesn’t mean it’s not constantly affecting him anymore.

he’s already lost allura, and he’s not actually dating keith, but he’s realized that he might not be as straight as he thought over the last couple years. and maybe there’s more to it than just letting keith stay at his house when he visits because he doesn’t have a house, and more because well he might be dating keith but he doesn’t know if keith considers them that. even if it feels that way sometimes

and he’s worried that it’s gonna be another allura-situation. he doesn’t want that, and keith is out in space trying to spread peace and stuff. and lance worries. lance doesn’t want to lose him before he’s even sure that he had him.

and he’s been trying to ignore that thought because everything is fine. keith wont get hurt. he knows what he’s doing and the war is over, so what’s the chances?

but then keith gets hurt.

and the whole thing basically boils down to lance going straight to proposing. because that’s just what he’s like, it has to be good, it has to be perfect. because keith deserves perfect. and it’s not like he can ask keith if they’re dating.

and this is honestly the part i haven’t thought that much about, this idea is mostly based on the setting. but im thinking he gets some help from the other’s at earth to plan it. everyone gathers at lance’s farm because that’s what they always do when they meet up. and everyone is there because keith comes back injured and stays with lance while he gets better.

and lance is nervous because what if he read all of this wrong, he did imagine the rival thing back at garrison, but the others help calm him down. and idrk how but he proposes to keith and asks him to spend their lives together and whatnot.

they have a BEAUTIFUL wedding, and the flowers that remind him of allura are all over btw. they’re in love and everyone’s happy despite it all.

yeah idrk i haven’t worked it out but i like the story. it’s based in the song Found by Dan Davidson. I think it’s cute and it fits with the farm thing. you have to listen to it to get my vision:

[autisticlancemcclain]

She doesn’t hear him come in. She doesn’t hear a knock at the door, or his footsteps on her ornate Fluxian rugs, although that’s not too unusual. Lance is silent when he walks. But she doesn’t hear him until she hears the rustle of her bed canopy, feels her giant duvet being pulled over her head.

She supposes she should be startled by her friend’s sudden appearance in her room. Perhaps angry — she has insisted that he knock more times than she can count, and he never listens.

Instead she bursts into tears.

“Oh, Allura,” he murmurs, crawling on top of the bed immediately and placing an arm around her. He squeezes tightly, rocking her back and forth as he moves. “It wasn’t your fault.”

She doesn’t bother answering. She only sobs harder, muscles tense, refusing to take any comfort in his hold. She does not deserve comfort. Not when her failure came at a cost so deep.

“Millions dead,” she whispers, hiccuping around the word. “Millions.”

Lance stays silent. He offers no further platitudes, doesn’t bother to argue or try and change her mind. He’s already said his piece. Instead he simply squeezes once, then pulls away slightly. For a moment Allura is disappointed, then angry with herself for feeling that disappointment at all, but before she can follow that train of thought there’s a gentle pull of her hair and she realizes he’s gotten a brush.

He says nothing as he combs through her hair. He doesn’t ask her to move, doesn’t try to stop her tears. He simply lets her cry, knees tucked under her chin, and silently runs a brush through her hair. Whenever he reaches a tangle — and there are many, she’s been sitting blankly with her bedcovers over her head for stars know how long — he simply sets the brush down and begins to work it through carefully with his fingers. He never tugs on the hair, and it never hurts. It’s only soft, soothing strokes until her cries fade into sniffles.

“It’s not your fault,” he repeats when the tears have started to dry on her cheeks. His voice is firm, unarguable.

“We were minutes too late. The wormhole — I’ve moved us faster. I didn’t use enough urgency.”

His cool fingers brush the side of her neck as he gathers her newly brushed hair and she shivers. He sections off a piece of it, pinning the rest out of the way. She hears him weave some of the long, kinky strands together in a braid.

“How do you know that they weren’t waiting for us?” he asks quietly. “All information we had pointed to a small fleet; dangerous but not deadly. There was no reason for us to suspect that a Zaiforge canon was in the mix, because none of their communications said there would be.” He unpins another section of hair and gets to work. “The plan was to ambush us, ‘Llura. They used the planet as collateral.”

Deep down, she knows this to be true. She watched Zarkon and his forces do this countless times before she lost her own people to his tyranny.

But the guilt still lingers.

Seconds.

She was seconds too late to stop him, and for her error an entire planet was eradicated.

“Do you think they saw it coming?” she asks in a small voice.

Do you think they died afraid? is what she really means.

Lance says nothing for a long moment. His hands still, and his breathing quickens slightly.

Her heart sinks. He knows the answer just as she does, and he will not lie to her.

“There’s this song, on Earth,” he says, returning to her braids. “Our planet is broken into hundreds of nations, and they’re always in conflict with each other. Some moreso than others. One of the conflicts involves deadly nuclear weapons. If one country decides to fire, the rest will as well. Our entire planet is at constant risk of annihilation because our governors care more about their stupid pride than life.” His voice shakes by the end of his sentence, fury lining his voice. She is completely still, hanging onto every word, confused at the subject change but intrigued despite her horror. “Most of us who are aware of the issue live with a constant terror, even if it’s only in the back of our minds, that at any moment our planet could blow the hell up and there’s not a single thing we can do to survive it.”

She glances over her shoulder, no longer able to listen quietly. He avoids her gaze, brown eyes trained intently on his task. “That’s horrifying. All of you just…live like that?”

He shrugs. “Very little we can do to stop it.”

She starts to see the connection he’s making, the line between her heavy guilt and his planet’s fear.

She swallows. “…You can live with the fear?”

“There’s a song,” he repeats. He hums a slow, sad beginning. “‘We creep up on extinction, I pull your arms right in; I weep and say ‘goodnight, love’, as my organs pack it in…’”

He sings the song for her softly, following the final moments of a young couple, quietly dressing each other for their own funerals, dancing as their planet burns to the ground.

“There’s a peace to acceptance,” he says as his hums come to an end. He ties up her last braid and tugs her around to face him. He meets her eyes, finally, and reaches over to grab her hands, squeezing gently. “They were with their people and loved ones, as they died. They were afraid but they will be avenged. It’s not your fault, Allura.”

A tear drops down her cheek, dropping onto their joined hands. She watches it splatter, and finally lets herself believe that her friend is right, that he wouldn’t lie to her, that maybe — just maybe — she’s not at fault for this tragedy.

And maybe Altea wasn’t her fault, either.

“Okay,” she whispers.

He smiles, squeezing her hands one more time before pulling her out of bed and towards the door. “Good. Now, come on. Hunk made some food, we’re all waiting for you.”

[ditzydisaster13]

By the Best of the Lightning Strike

”By the Best of the Lightning Strike” is a Voltron Fantasy Au I’ve been working on. It’s been more mental preparation than anything I’ve written down as of late. But I’m planning plenty of art for it.

The characters are primarily Elven knights and warriors. Galra and Altean are all species of their own. With separate kingdoms and soldiers. Other “aliens”-> which are recognized as more mythological creatures and species themselves, belong as stand alone creatures or those under the rule, either willing or not, of Galra vs Altean-Voltron. Voltron is what they call their knights. Their best fighters are:

Lancelot (Lance) Ladron. His last name might mean thief. But only of hearts and frowns. A flirtatious soldier with glassy ocean eyes and a pure and unadulterated love for the stars and the sea alike. He has great power. Of water and rain, storm and wind. With his sickness comes weariness. He is physically strong. But Mentally does not allow himself the peace and smiles other see in him. He is wounded by the war. The war that leaves him half blind. And the war of the raging and roaring water and hurricanes that crash in his head. He is wonderful with a Sword. A bow and Arrow strikes through the most powerful currents. But his intentions to the world happen to be his strongest weapons. He is wise beyond his jokes. And a Master of craft. His magic is purely dispensable to him. And wonderful to others. He is among the last humans (aside his family, half elven and half human. He is mostly human) in Altea. But he won’t let the Purple trolls of Galran territory graze his pride.

Keith Keiden (name basically means Warrior from the wood of the battlefield.) Is a Grunt. A type of Fae that remain on the shorter side, with tempers that can be difficult to control. They are family people. And do not take being abandoned well. They are brisk and good fighters. Who fight with force and trickery. They are sneaky and prideful in not only their skills but their keen. Keith is also half Galra. Which results in some slight discrimination and anger when he reveals his bloodline. However, as well as a Voltron Soldier and Knight to Altea, his loyalties are split to the Blade of marmora. Garland and half Galran species who in turn want nothing to do with their kingdom or ancestry that fight independently, in small groups, and occasionally on the side of the Alteans. They often prefer Solitude. But Love is in fact their greatest weapons. A master of sword and blade, Keith is also a Dramonk. A name derived from the ancient and rare people of the dragons, meaning fire wielder. Flume of red and pink burst and burn from his hands. Dousing into rolling smoke. His anger gets the best of him. But a certain “thief” knows all too many way to douse the flames.

Dove Holt (Pidge/Katie. -> Holt actually means forest.) Despite Her [She/They pronouns for Pidge] less that forestric life, one home in the woods, a second in the workshop her father uses to study space, they are a lovely person. Dove, typically known as Pidge, is a Grunt. A distant Altean/Elven great grandmother somewhere in her blood. Dove, or Pidge, has the ability to connect with thee earth. He love and excitement for the future of space travel and technology is evident in her slick and mobile style of dressing. Despite her ladylike voice, they are sarcastic and witty. Athletic and feisty. Their connection to nature is in the soil. The vines that grow from her arms and allow her to launch herself great distances.

[icypantherwrites]

Fic Update: Here, Chapter Three

Chapter Snippet:

“Lance,” he spoke quietly, “do you recall what I told you back in the infirmary? I will never,” he stepped forward and Sniper tensed as one of his hands went to rest on the glass dome, “hurt you. And that extends to your food and beverages, lad. It is safe to consume, I promise.”

Sniper’s eyes widened as he realized Sorcerer was telling him, confirming to him, that the items were not poisoned.

The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.

And he realized, stomach clenching unrelated to hunger, that was because something told him he’d known that.

And why had he known that?

But…

He swallowed again.

That wasn’t what stopped him. 

“All right,” Sorcerer said quietly, his hand lowering. 

Sniper bit his tongue to keep the whimper and the words inside.

“Lance,” Yellow stepped forward then, “hermano,” and Sniper tried not to start at the word, at the concern practically radiating off this enemy, “You need water. Please. Just a sip.”

Sniper trembled.

It was so close.

Please.

Just…

Just tell him to—

“Drink.”

Sorcerer issued the command, a trembling note to the word.

Sniper couldn’t dwell on the delivery though, on what it meant, as his feet were disentangling from the blanket and he was practically stumbling for the glass at the permission.

And while the water was now room temperature it didn’t matter.

Sniper drained the glass in three gulps.

He lowered the empty glass a moment later to see three pairs of wide, horrified eyes looking at him and for reasons he couldn’t explain he could feel the barest trace of heat starting to form on his cheeks.

He’d followed the order, he’d obeyed.

So why… why did it make him feel like this? 

“What the fuck,” Green broke the silence, her voice the same tremble of Sorcerer’s. “What the actual fuck?”

Chapter Three Posted on AO3

[icurwithme]

In The Family Way

(modern AU)

Keith is gay, and smitten by bisexual Lance who he works with. They start dating and eventually they go to Lance's apartment, where they run into Allura, Lance's straight ex-girlfriend roommate who is very much pregnant. She’s due any time.

Lance is a physical person, so is all over Allura when he introduces her. With a hand on her belly he says the baby is theirs. Keith is shocked and hurt.

From then on every time Allura calls Lance needing something Keith is jealous and angry, but he keeps it to himself.

Eventually things come to a head when Allura goes into labor. Keith is torn between his love for Lance, and not wanting to break up a family.

Keith goes into hiding for a bit, confusing Lance and making him sad. When Allura gets out of the hospital she goes to find Keith, yelling at him for ignoring Lance and being a shitty guy.

There is a man with her who holds the baby but doesn't say much. Eventually Allura introduces him as her fiance, who just got back from deployment. Keith flogs himself and grovels to get Lance back.

[salmoninzeeweed]

PLEASEEE do you know of any klance fics talking about the omega shield incident this is so important (and if you don't, do your followers?)

i genuinely think about the team never finding out about lance dying every day and i have to turn to the real ones to get the story out

OH MY LORD YESSSSS I HAVE A FEW!!!

I'll add more but it'll take a little bit to find all of them since I've read A LOT of them...

Also guys if you have any recommendations PLEASE comment them I need more of these to read, I'm so mad that it was never addressed in the show so I gotta go read these kinda klance fics every now and then

ANYWAYYY HERE!!!!

Keith decides to have a serious discussion with Lance about what happened to him!

Basically a lot of fluff, I personally love this one soso much it's so sweet, it's not only about the omega shield thing but they talk about it!

Lance being acknowledged when he died

Lotor and Allura shared alchemic knowledge

and for the finale... no Lotor turning evil

I haven't finished this one yet but I really like it!!

It's short and sweet :]

They're back on earth and stuff :D

Haven't finished this one either😭 but just like the other one it's still really good!!

Absolutely LOVEE this one, they don't confront the team but keith and lance talk about it!!

Post canon, keith is having nightmares and stuff, langst and some depressive themes but it's still good!!

The whole team talks about it a little bit, nice and sweet!!

Keith feels that something is wrong through his bond with red,,,

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61700281

Lance and Keith are cooking up dinner together when Lance mentions his death during their Voltron days. Keith was not prepared lol

[quantifiableme]

as a retrospective, it is a kind of tame cruelty what the writers did with Lance as a character

because I have, and will, talk again about they set him up as the perfect protagonist in the first episode. after the prologue, he’s the first character we hear speak, which is a good writing technique to imply his importance in the story. they perfectly establish his arrogance (main character flaw), and how it effects his actions. (They fail the mission because, although he had the skills to lead the team, he gets cocky and crashes the plane.) after they crash, the drill sargent guy IMMEDIATELY chews him out and brings up how Lance was only there because Keith dropped out.

i’m not saying he has to be your favorite character, but the first five minutes of the episode are like a crash course in how to write a complex protagonist. He’s charming, he’s arrogant but IMMEDIATELY faces the consequences for it, and he’s only arrogant because he’s trying to prove himself to the people around him. That’s nuance! That’s good writing! And all of it is done through Lance’s actions and the consequences of those actions.

(We could also talk about how he is the only character who has a genuine and unique relationship with ALL the other cast members, which also makes him a perfect POV character for an *ensemble show*. That’s why Zuko is the FOIL for Aang, but Aang is the main character.)

On top of this, it worked! Audiences LOVED Lance, and they related to him. He’s insecure and want’s to prove himself, which is a goal a lot more relatable than anyone else’s. The popularity of Langst, or fics where Lance was put through extreme situations to test his perserverence, or have other characters appreciate him more, is a good signal that audiences want more from this character. It’s like the kid that imagines his own funeral to think about how people would miss him. It’s fucked up, but its something a lot of teenagers who feel ignored or under appreciated do. (It’s STRONG EMOTIONS)

So, with the knowledge that this is the audience that relates to this character: teenagers who struggle with identity and validation. Teenagers who feel like they always have to help others, but feel abandoned in the process. Teenagers who struggle with insecurity, but are ultimately ambitious, even though no one sees them as capable. What do you do with this character?

You take away all of his lines, give him a love story with a character who spends the entire show making fun of him, kill her, and then make him a hermit.

[windybreeze12]

Langst is beautiful. I mean come on, we were robbed of his character development in the original show obviously and all the stories and artwork depicting Lance's inner demons and turmoil??? Mwah, it's beautiful. Bonus points if Keith helps him get through his battles because of course.

[storm-saturn]

incoming: another fucking voltron rant because i watched a langst edit and now i wanna cry😭😭

they did not take time. they did not slow that show down for a little bit. especially for lance. cause he did not getting a fucking moment to find himself again after he FUCKING DIED. we saw him homesick, we saw him missing his family, we saw him insecure about his position on the team, we saw him insecure about himself, but we never actually saw him go anywhere else but being sad. he really did get barely any character development.

and tbh i feel like in a way just all the characters didnt have a moment to slow down. and i know, i know, its a kids show, its about fucking robots for fucks sake, theyre in the middle of a war. which, yeah. youre right. but there couldve been so much more, for him, for all of them. what about them? as people, with feelings. where are there emotions. why is it only sadness and happiness and not the enitre confusing spectrum of emotion between. does pidge not feel lost after she finds her brother? yeah, hes back, but i bet she didnt imagine she would be fighting an intergalactic war, and now matt is too. she imagined family dinner, brother barging into her room, dad making corny jokes, house happier and full of life.

hunks family was put in a fucking work camp. he had seen this across the galaxy, zarkons army imprisoning people, making them work, killing them. did he imagine that for earth ? did he imagine that for his family? how the fuck did he cope fighting a war, anxious as he is? how did he cope at all?

shiro isnt even in his fucking original body. thats fucking weird. im not saying that in a rude way bc like yeah, organ transplants are a thing irl, and a major life saving thing they are ! but like, how odd it must be to have someone elses kidney or heart in your body. nevermind to have your entire soul and conciousness put into another body, you but not really you.

keiths life,,, dude probably just doesnt even give anything a second fucking thought anymore. but like, could they not have shown him showing some more emotion. fair enough if he doesnt always cry in the moment but rather late on, but you'd think seeing allura die, they wouldve at least put some tears in his eyes. he had fucking no one before he had voltron. only shiro, and even then he was alone for so long when shiro had been on his mission. you cant tell me he didnt want to think of voltron as his family. they bonded :(

and lance, gosh lance. i feel like, if we looks at this as it is, lance would be the character that people think back on and go "oh yeah, he helped me accept my emotions, he helped me become the best version of me and gain confidence in who i am". in the fandom hes seen as someone with big emotions that he wears on his sleeve, but also someone who will put everyone else and their needs before himself.

he's a story of self-sacrifice, quite literally. he's the story of sincere love, of casual admiration. he's the story of the most wonderful friend, of loyalty, of no, I'll step down because there's a cause bigger than me, and im not the one for the job when there's people like my friends and you on the team.

and no one wanted to explore that? no one wanted to see him do more than just, what? flirt and literally die and fall in love and barely find his place on team voltron? that was it for him. it shouldn't have been, but it was.

[pendragonsgallery]

Hey, I'm reading Asterism right now and I gotta tell you - you're really, really good. I'm just in ch 7, so I don't know if 697 has a name yet in the newer chapters but I need to tell you that I love him so so much. I adore lance and how you write him - langst, but with a Lance that's strong even in his terror. Gosh, I'm putting effort to slow down because I wanna make this last 🥹

ASDFGHJKL TYSM

I’m so glad you like my story so far THIS IS SO NICE THANK YOU

Seriously it makes my day when someone reaches out to tell me they like my story and I really hope you continue to enjoy it. 😭💕💕💕

[benbrecht]

Wanneer jy droom jou bril breek

Ek dra bril al vandat ek in graad ses is – dit was die jaar 2002, so dit is nou al 22 jaar wat ek nie sonder hulp kan sien nie. En dit is ʼn tweejaarlikse bederf om ʼn oogarts te kies, enkele minute aan ʼn oogtoets te spandeer, en ʼn uur of wat te spandeer om ʼn nuwe raam te kies. Die afgelope jare wat ek nie op my ouers se mediese fonds is nie, is dit ook ʼn big ticket item op die uwe se begroting. Vir een of ander rede kies ek rame wat nie goedkoop is nie, altyd hier rondom die drieduisend rand net vir die raam #huil-huilsienekbeter. Gelukkig was my een onlangse kopie ʼn kinderbril (ek wou graag ʼn pienke hê en my kop is nie breed nie, jy weet), so dit het die brilraamprysgemiddeld van die afgelope 22 jaar effens afgebring.

Daar was stadiums wat ek wel kontaklense gebruik het, maar dit was ʼn storie en ʼn half. Ek onthou een van die eerste kere wat ek kontaklense probeer insit het, het ek om en by ʼn uur gesukkel om een lens in te kry. Teen daardie tyd was ek al so van de bewe van inspanning, dat ek oorweeg het om die ander lens nie eers in te sit nie. Die langste wat ek kontaklense gebruik het, wat ek nou so vinnig aan kan dink, was vroeg in 2010 toe ek op ʼn kamp was en nie my bril wou saamvat nie. My plan was om die lense nooit uit te haal nie. Soos die noodlot dit wou hê, het die een lens al op die eerste dag geskeur toe ek hom uit wou haal. Die hele kamp was dus maar effe waserig, maar steeds lekker as ek nou so bietjie daaraan terugdink. Soms as dinge wasig genoeg is, is dit makliker om op die goeie dele te fokus.

As jy perspektief en die blote vermoë om te kan sien oorweeg, het ek onlangs begin besef word die konsep van die waarheid ook relevant: Is die waarheid ʼn ding wat privaat moet bly? Is daar waarde daarin om die waarheid van mense af weg te hou as jy glo dit sal die vrede bewaar? Is daardie vrede dan enigsins vrede? Is dit wat jy waarneem noodwendig die waarheid? Soveel mooi en interessante vrae op die vooraand van ʼn nuwe jaar. Ek weet net ek wil nie weer die droom hê waar my enigste bril breek nie, ek is dankbaar vir die perspektief wat ek tans op die lewe het. Maak nie saak watter een van die 9 brille ek besluit om op enige gegewe dag te dra nie, elkeen bring vir my ʼn ander perspektief. En al is ʼn nuwe bril altyd welkom, probeer ek maar krities bly oor wat ek te siene kry en die dinge wat my blik nie beskore is nie.

My een-ding-red-dalk-‘n-duisend vir vandag is om minder agterdogtig te wees: Daar is meer bewyse dat die lewe in jou guns saamsweer as andersom. Mag 2025 vir ons almal ʼn tydperk van koestering en deernisvolle groei wees.

[rausule]

THE GOLDEN PATHWAY

Anna Olada Ballada

KING JOHN EN DIE ABBOT VAN CANTERBURY

'n Ou Ballade

'SAL jou 'n storie vertel, 'n storie anon, EK SAL Van 'n edele prins, en sy naam was koning John; Want hy was 'n prins en 'n prins van groot mag

Hy het groot foute voorgehou en groot reg neergelê. Draai af, af, hey, afdaal.

Ek sal jou 'n storie vertel, 'n storie so vrolik, die abt van Canterbury; En van sy huishouding en hoë bekendheid, het hulle vir hom na die mooi Londense stad gery. Draai af, af, hey, afdaal.

KONING JOHN EN DIE ABBOT VAN CANTERBURY 121 "O drie weke tyd sal ek gee,

Want dit is die langste tyd wat jy moet lewe. En as jy hierdie vrae nie reg beantwoord nie, sal jou kop heeltemal van jou liggaam verwyder word. Roer af, af, hey, afdra."

Weg het die abt opgestaan, almal hartseer oor daardie woord, En hy het na Cambridge en Oxenford gery; Maar nooit 'n dokter was daar so wys Dat kon met sy leer antwoord bedink. Draai af, af, hey, afdaal.

Toe ry die Abt huis toe, van troos so koud, En ontmoet sy herder wat na sy kraal gaan.

"Hoe nou, meester Abbot? Jy is welkom tuis; Watter nuus het jy van goeie koning John gebring?

Roer af, af, hey, afdra."

"Drywige nuus, hartseer nuus het ek vir jou om te gee, want ek het nog net drie dae om te lewe; as ek hom nie antwoord op vrae drie nie, sal my kop van my liggaam verwyder word. .

twyfel:

"Nou staan ​​ek so hoog op my ros, met my kroon van goue kop,

Tussen al my adelstand, met vreugde en baie vrolikheid, vertel my nou vir een sent wat ek werd is. Roer af, af, hey, afdra."

"Vir dertig pennies is ons Verlosser verkoop, onder die valse Jode, soos aan jou gesê is; en nege-en-twintig is die waarde van jou, want ek dink jy is een sent erger as Hy. Deur down, down hey, dery down."

Die koning het hy gelag, en by St. Bittel gesweer, "Ek het nie gedink ek was so min werd nie!

Nou vertel die volgende vraag vir my sonder enige

lank sal ek die hele wêreld rond ry? Roer af, af, hey, afdra."

DIE GOUE PAD

“Wanneer hy so hoog op sy ros gesit is,

Met sy goue kroon op sy kop, Tussen al sy edelheid, met vreugde en baie vrolikheid, moet ek hom vir een sent vertel wat hy werd is. Draai af, af, hey, afdaal.

"Tweedens, ek moet hom sonder enige twyfel vertel hoe lank hy die hele wêreld oor sal ry. En by die derde vraag moet ek nie krimp nie, maar sê vir hom waarlik wat hy dink. Derry down, down hey, derry down."

"O meester, het jy dit nog nooit gehoor nie, Dat 'n dwaas 'n wyse man verstand kan leer? Leen my maar jou perd en jou klere, ry na mooi Londen en beantwoord die rusie.

"Nou welkom, meneer Abbot," die Koning het hy gesê, "" Dit is goed dat jy terugkom om jou dag te hou; Want as jy my drie vrae kan beantwoord, sal jou lewe en jou lewe gered word. af, af hey, dreun af.

" Jy moet saam met die son opstaan, en met dieselfde ry, Tot die volgende oggend hy weer opstaan; En dan is ek seker dat jy geen twyfel sal maak nie Maar oor vier-en-twintig uur sal jy dit ry. Derry down, down hey , kom af."

Die koning het hy gelag, en by St. John gesweer, "Ek het nie gedink dit kan so gou gedoen word nie!

Nou by die derde vraag moet jy nie ineenkrimp nie, Maar vertel my waarlik wat ek dink.

“Ja, dit kan ek doen, en sal jou vrolik maak; want jy dink ek is die abt van Canterbury; maar ek is sy arme herder soos jy kan sien, en ek het gekom om vir hom en vir my om verskoning te smeek. Roer af, af, hey, afdra."

Die koning het hy gelag, en by die massa gesweer: "Ek sal jou vandag heer abt maak in sy plek!" 'O nee, my genade, daar is nie so 'n behoefte nie; want ek kan nie skryf of lees nie.

Roer af, af, hey, afdra."

"Dan sal ek vir jou vier pond per week gee vir hierdie vrolike grap wat jy aan my vertel het; En sê vir die ou Abbot, as jy by die huis kom, het jy vir hom 'n vergifnis van goeie koning John gebring. af."

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 16

welcome the the sixteenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.  

1. home depot catalogue by @moonguilt

“No, really, he’d love to,” Lance said into the phone, just as Keith pressed the button for the kettle to start heating up.

Those words were enough to raise Keith’s suspicions just a tad. He shot Lance an inquisitive glance while opening the cabinet to retrieve his box of morning tea, but his husband was the picture of innocence, flipping casually through a Home Depot catalog they had received in the mail yesterday.

“Oh, definitely. If you need someone to paint your insides white, Keith’s your man.”

Keith dropped his box on the counter, tea bags spilling out onto the granite.

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Keith is having a normal, relaxing morning. Lance throws him a curveball.

this one made me LAUGH. out LOUD. it’s domestic and fluffy and FUNNY dear god, like it’s such a lance thing to do and such an objectively funny prank that i just!! literally just typing this makes the urge to reread it too great my hand has been forced.

2. kindling by @moonguilt

Lance struggles with his attraction to Keith during training, and it all comes to a head when Keith corners him afterwards to ask why he was off his game today.

Prompt from tumblr: Angry Kiss.

one of my fave vld tropes EVER is lance being whipped and then equally as furious that he’s attracted to keith at all. it’s endlessly funny to me. and then keith being the eyebrows raised, not surprised one??? gets me every time. also keith is a massive sweetheart in this fic and i love him

3. chocolate granola bars by @moonguilt

“A pillow fort sleepover!” Lance cried out, leaping up with such alacrity that Pidge had to grab her laptop to prevent it from sliding to the floor.

“No way, we're not—” Pidge stopped and blinked, exchanging a glance with Hunk, then looking back at Lance again. “... Oh.” She evidently had not been expecting such a tame suggestion. “Okay.”

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Or, Lance is bored out of his mind and decides to organize a sleepover with the squad. Nonsense ensues, and Lance works through some confusing emotions—particularly those involving a certain mullet-haired team leader.

okay there are too many good things about this fic i cannot choose which to highlight, and so i will mention them all. ahem: a) lance is a ray of sunshine who regularly uses his power of cuteness to his advantage, b) adorable team bonding, c) shiro is a dorky nerd, d) HEALTHY LANCE AND ALLURA COMMUNICATION, e) krolia and romelle have actual characters, f) lance has allergies which isn’t rly important but he gives me a vibe that he’s allergic to several things and it’s very validating to see it in fic, g) lance validation and feeling expression for the piece of shit game show episode, h) observant lance!! and i) literally the most painful and necessary and well-written klance fight i’ve read in a while! hurt badly but was resolved wonderfully 10/10

4. Terminal Velocity by @speakswords [GORE WARNING]

The only fate worse than being tortured to death is watching, helpless, while the person you love most takes your place.

this is one of my fave vld fics of all time. although fair warning it is very violent for a good chunk of time. the story is EXCELLENT, the entire thing will have u biting ur nails in terrified anticipation and i mean that literally. whole time i was gagged. at the edge of my seat. AND i have several specific lines screenshotted bc the pure fucking devotion and care knocked me out of the water

5. you and me are cosmic dust by Yuu_chi

Knowing that your team loves and trust you no matter what and believing it are two very different things.

i LOVE keith angst. i know this fandom is very langst heavy and honestly i am too but sometimes keith angst is so so good. and this fic is one of them!! excellent read and features observant lance as well. OH and there’s a little sprinkling of suave keith in here too lol

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!    

[ditzydisaster13]

hi

Okay. So I’ve had what I believe, is an epic idea. I don’t do song fics too often, but this was looking like an amazing opportunity. I hope you all know this song.

This is the childhood song of badassery. It was epic and spooky. To the right people, it would send chills down their spine. To me, a person who loves music, music has always been a lot about the story it tells. I took this song very literally for a while. Creeped out by my own imagination

But now it’s your turn to be creeped out. Maybe. This is a VLD idea. An AU. Lance gets separated from the others. A Galra ship exploding and sending him into space. The others were lead to believe he was captured by the Galra. while instead a series of not only Galra rebels, but neutral-good fighters and survivors as well. Then they were further lead to believe he was dead. ((Evidence points to them all spending at least 5 years in space. Keith had extra time cause of his blade mission. So we’re gonna kinda ignore the og timeline. This takes place a little while after the lion switch.)) so when they think Lance is dead. Pidge and Hunk have green and yellow lions like always. Shiro had black, Keith has red, and allura has blue.

But while they get used to Lance not being there, mourning him, all the while hoping he’s maybe out there. Lance is getting older. Stronger. In an area near a star where times moves just a little faster. About 3 years older than the other now, even when he’s been separated from them for only 2 years. They still miss him. And hunk can never forget him. But they’d gotten used to the pattern in their life. Then there’s a distress signal. In a pretty far galaxy. It’s really close to where Lance and his friends are. But Lance is taller, built a little more similar to Shiro, with all of his lankyness still. Just more muscle. Long hair. Cause apparently the food there makes hair grow fast, and everywhere. Lance gave up on taking care of his hair. Everywhere else is pretty well taken care of. He’s kinda skipped on his skin care routine. Shampoo works well enough. And sometimes conditioner stuff makes his hair curly. But he’s constantly dirty and scarred. Brace and rough and ruthless. Guns and sword and knives and other weapons. Better with technology and mechanics now. He’s practically everything he never was in team Voltron. And 10 times more. He is the best version of himself. He doesn’t even miss who he was. He might miss his old friends, but these new people, that aren’t so new anymore. They know him better than he should.

not sure when I’ll get to post this on Ao3: so let me know if you would like a version of the story posted here first.

[icypantherwrites]

Fic Update: Here, Chapter Four

“He is planning something.”

Shiro was not the only one who turned to look at Coran, who was watching the monitor screen where Lance was now tipping the bowl of food goo and using two fingers to shovel it into his mouth, a heavy set to his face.

“He is planning something,” Coran repeated quietly, turning away from the screen. 

“What do you mean, Coran?” Allura frowned. 

“I felt it,” Coran’s hand lifted to press against his heart and Shiro’s eyes widened.

That’s right.

Coran had told him before that between his orange colored quintessence and the fact he was Altean he had the ability to read emotions.

And he…

He thought that��?

“He is still scared and confused,” Coran said, “make no mistake those are the forefront emotions he is projecting. But when I made mention that more food goo would be provided there was a flicker there. A flicker,” Coran’s expression was grim, “of not just focus but of killing intent.”

“An ambush,” Keith said bluntly, arms crossed.

Coran nodded. “I fear the same. He has made the realization that for food to be brought in a person will need to accompany it. And with that realization he has no doubt concluded therein lies his chance for not just to escape, but,” Coran swallowed, “to complete his mission.”

Which, given the events that occurred on Zlato, they could figure out what that was.

To kill them.

“He doesn’t have a weapon,” Pidge pointed out. 

“And there’s the cuffs,” Hunk added, even as his gaze flicked back and forth, hands nestled inside one another. “They’d, they’d stop him.”

“They will stall him,” Shiro said quietly. “But they won’t stop him.”

He knew that better than anyone.

He’d fought Lance three times now and all three times…

He’d lost.

Lance was beyond dangerous and despite the fact he had no real weapons at his disposal that would not stop him.  He was a trained assassin and if he had moved on from the mindset of being a trapped prisoner then it meant he was contemplating his mission and how to finish it. 

And that tenacity, Shiro knew, was not just from the conditioning. Lance didn’t give up and it was a trait the Galra had no doubt twisted for their own use. 

“So we don’t give him the chance,” Keith said. 

Read it here

Here Summary: [Third and final part to the Sniper trilogy] Voltron has rescued Lance but the person with them now is not the same boy they once knew. Even outside the Galrans’ influence Lance believes himself to be Sniper, an assassin to the Galra Empire with his final mission to eliminate Voltron. It’s going to be a long, difficult journey that they know won’t end even when Lance does remember them as then he’ll also remember all of the horrors he committed as Sniper and have to come to terms with what he did. But they do know they’ll be there for him every step of the way because Lance was gone, he’s been found and now he’s here, with his space family, to stay.