#married plance

[adobedragon]

Lance had stopped by the grocery store on the way home from work and consequently, Pidge made it to their apartment first.

After changing out of work clothes into a comfy t-shirt and shorts, she flung herself on the bed, surrendering to an adolescent sulk fueled by her brain’s irritating tendency to obsessively play the day’s events over and over.

Hearing him entering the apartment and moving about the kitchen, she considered rising to help unpack and put away groceries, but stubborn anger held her in bed, staring at the wall, quietly fuming.

“Honey, I’m home,” announced Lance in an overdone Cuban accent as he strolled into the bedroom.

She ignored him, eyes still on the bedroom’s wall, as the clomp of boots hitting the floor and squeak of drawers opening and closing announced his wardrobe change, probably into garb similar to hers, a t-shirt and shorts. The bed shuddered as he plopped down at her side.

“Okay,” he said with a note of pique. “What did I do?”

“Nothing.” She cursed herself for the stupid passive aggressive response, but honestly? He should've known damned well what he did.

“Then why the ice-cold shoulder?” He tapped her shoulder and then hissed. “Brrrr. Arctic.” At this, she growled and he chuckled. “And she’s growling. I must’ve really fucked up.”

“Yup.”

“I’m a really perceptive guy, but I can’t read minds.”

Like an angry toddler, she squeezed her eyes shut and snapped, “I’m not helpless.”

“I know,” said Lance, tenor tones slightly higher in pitch with confusion.

“No, you don’t.” Her fists clenched around the bedsheets as bottled-up frustration rose in her throat.

“Of course, I do, what…?” Silence followed. “Oh, is this about today? At the lab? With what’s-his face, Buckley?”

“Well, d’uh,” she grumbled.

“He was being a dick and—”

“I had it under control! Just because I’m small doesn’t mean I can’t fight my own battles.” Lance, of all people should have known that.

His sigh was a low gust of sound in the small bedroom. “Pidge, look at me. Please.” His hand wrapped around her shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze and then he tugged, trying to pull her towards him.

She stiffened, angry but as usual the heat of anger cooled and soothed by the comfort of his touch. Muscles still tight in protest, she allowed him to disentangle her fists from the sheet and turn her about to face him. When he tried to take her hand, however, she made a fist, resisting.

His slim fingertips moved to her wrist instead and he gently massaged the bony intersection of wrist to hand. “You’re the strongest person, I know, Paloma.”

“Damned straight,” she gritted out.

Clever fingers sliding over the back of her hand, his index finger then tapped the gold band on her ring finger. “For better or worse. Right?”

She grunted.

“We’re a team. A team of two, now. We help each other.”

“Help. Not take over and make me look…weak.”

His fingers went back to massaging her wrist and arm. “I’m sorry,” he said after a minute. “Talk to me. How can I fix this?”

“I don’t need rescuing,” she said, though much of her anger had faded. It was impossible to stay mad at the infuriating man.

“I need to help. It’s my thing.” His other arm was wrapped around her back, holding her to his side. “How about we work out a signal? One where I ask if you need help, and you signal back ‘yes or no’?”

“That could work,” she conceded. He was hopelessly trapped in hero mode, even now, a decade removed from his tenure as a Paladin of Voltron. Truth was, so was she. Once a hero, always a hero.

“But, could you do me a favor?” he asked. “Maybe, once in a while, let me be the hero. For the sake of my fragile ego?”

She watched his lovely hand, slender brown fingers moving gracefully as they rubbed circles on her freckled knuckles. “Okay,” she agreed. “Next time there’s a spider in the bathroom, you have to catch it and put it outside.” Pidge was the usual rescuer and relocator of errant spiders.

“Spider!” Lance’s horror reverberated through his chest and into her body. “I meant something easy like, like slaying a Robeast with my bare hands.”

Fingers unclenching, Pidge wiggled her fingers like arachnid legs and plunged them, tickling, into his armpit, her previous anger totally forgotten in the duet of their laughter.

[kidge-planet]

I mean, duh, look at these kids... And pidge Is still the prettiest.

(don't worry kidgers, I'm NOT turning that blog into a plance blog lol, I just like plance :3)

Mientras todos conversaban sobre sus aventuras en el universo, Hunk había dicho una última broma y la risa de Pidge había brotado de lo más profundo de su pecho, Lance se encontró así mismo admirándola, embelesado por el sonido, no se dio cuenta que se había callado abruptamente hasta que ella lo miró alzando una ceja.

No era común en el ex-paladín rojo el quedarse tan callado de un momento a otro.

Y es que justo en ese instante él se dio cuenta que, ella era la chica más bonita en todo el universo.

-¿Eh? ¿Pasa algo Lance?- preguntó ella mirándolo fijamente, él reaccionó instintivamente desviando la mirada a la dirección contraria.

 -¡No!…No es nada- su voz había salido más alta de lo que había querido.

¿De dónde habían venido aquellos pensamientos?

[radiance1]

Sam has died, she lived a good, long life and died with no regrets. Which means she wouldn't have manifested inside the zone.

She reincarnates.

As a tree.

But not just any tree, it's a magical tree! She basically just has nature magic, thus that she can empower whatever crops are around her and cause them to grow healthy and strong.

Where is her tree planced?

On the Kent Farm.

Specifically, when Johnathan Kent was just a child, and would take his childhood friend Martha, over to Sam's body as their own little spot.

Also, Johnathan and Martha were the ones who took care of her from a sapling all the way until she gained awareness and such, could classify as her 'father'.

Sam watched the two grow from childhood friends to teenagers to adults, from childhood sweethearts to Husband and Wife. There wasn't any grand wedding or anything like that, but Johnathan led his wife towards Sam's tree body, asked her if she remembered this place- to which Martha said she could never forget- and they got married right then and there.

It was also the time that Sam gained the ability to 'show' herself, and did so. It was probably baffling to have a teenage (at least in looks) looking girl with leaves for hair and green skin to just appear from the tree, floating over them and saying that she'll bless their marriage to be successful and standing the tests of time.

But she thinks they got used to it when they realized that technically, since she came from the tree, they both cultivated from a sapling that she would be their daughter without blood.

They spent a few years like that, a family of two normal humans their tree spirit daughter. Funnily enough, nobody asked questions about where they got a teenage daughter from after only just coming out as married.

Then came along a child from the stars, one that John and Martha immediately took to as their own.

Clark Kent.

[cakirankiran]

Office Plance AU, but pidge gets married to someone else. I've been drawing aton of drafts and redrawing some trying to make them more better. But I'm trying to learn even more!

[nina-a-pines]

I can't stop listening to Paper Rings and thinking about Plance. The whole song fits them, but the chorus specifically is simply a perfect mix for them.

Lance:

I like shining things

But I'd marry you with Paper Rings

Pidge:

I hate accidents

Except when we went from friends to this

[divinesriht]

Azir raises a thoughtful hand before his missing chin. It had been.. a long time, to put it simply, since he had been a father. It wasn't just the time he spent in the afterlife, but in life he too had neglected to spend much time with his own children. Perhaps it was the duties of state that kept him busy, perhaps it was a fear of showing favorites in a cutthroat line of inheritance... perhaps he simply was afraid of being a father.

Whatever the reason, they were gone now, and the strangest thought of an immortal god was how much he missed his mortal children.

He felt.. some calling of those fatherly impulses now; Past Sivir's demeanor, he could see something inside of her that was lost. Confused, perhaps, in need of an elder's guidance. It reminded him of when his son, Khepeshef, stole one of his brother's treats.. One of the few moments Azir was around to give his fatherly advice.

As he did then, he plances a large, uneasy hand upon Sivir's shoulder.

" Though it would behoove you to marry wisely.. " He must put emphasis on his stance, reminding her of the stately importance she held, or should hold.. even as he was about to contradict it. " ..I, too, know well the longings of the heart.

It is only.. troublesome.. until it isn't. When you find that someone with whom things are no longer difficult.. you'll know. "

" Currently, I have no ideal suitors for you." He speaks as if it's the most natural thing in the world for him. It is; If he was his father's first-born, he would have this conversation with him as well. Luckily, Azir had the questionably good fortune of losing his father and the many heirs before him in line for the throne, meaning he chose every one of his wives himself.

"A royal matchmaker would suggest I wed you myself; Personally, I am adverse to this option. While our lineage is far enough apart to warrant consideration, I must admit to feeling a certain.. fatherly responsibility for you." Great golden talons rest against his faux beak, a sign of quiet contemplation.

"Regardless, I ask that you avoid baring any illadvised children. Should I prove unable to sire an heir, you must carefully choose the seed from which Shurima's destiny will grow." @nameaprice

[anchoredtetherart]

When the Paladins arrive to Earth and reunite with their families, Lance’s family is going to be so distraught to learn that he has a wife and they missed such an important milestone, so they’ll insist they hold an Earth wedding for them. Lee has delicious taste and suggested Italy venues on the water so she is the one to thank for the background inspiration.

Lance and Pidge think it’s a little ridiculous at first when they’re already mated but they both get really into it and have a fun time. Galra are also apparently lightweights when it comes to alcohol, and what they think is a reasonable amount (and would be when they were human) is a bit too much. They turn into giggly dorks and Pidge suddenly thinks it’s a good idea to go out for a swim but Lance grabs her before she can ruin too much of her dress. While Hunk and Keith keep an eye on them they definitely make bets on who is going to accidentally set something on fire first, etc. 

Also! They will still have rings (just simple bands of metal) and a ring ceremony but they will heat and meld their rings to their mating bands on their wrists. This way they keep both their galran and human culture in the symbolization of their union to each other. 

[toocool2btrue]

The Old Makes Way For the New..

I feel very guilty for abandoning this project the way I did but my schedule suddenly really got hectic. Anyway this prompt "moving in/ moving out" was suggested to me by @suemaryrakocy. Thank you so much for your help!!! I hope you like it.

Her footsteps echoed through the empty apartment, as she made her way through it for the last time. Although she preferred to keep this side of her hidden, there is no denying that she was quite the sentimental sort. Katie had a habit of collecting things that held emotional importance for her. Matt's glasses which quite frankly were out of style by now still resided in the top drawer of her nightstand, the mermaid plush her father had gotten for her as a consolation for not being able to show her a real mermaid now sat on her work desk but unfortunately much to her dismay, she couldn't just pack up this apartment in a box and keep it as a sentimental treasure.

Change had never been her friend. Anyone who was content with their life would be quite wary of change and Katie was no different. This apartment hadn't just been her home for the past five years, it was a place that contained several memories of her, her friends and family had made over the years. Most of the memories had been decorated over the walls in the form of pictures that Lance had taken overtime. After the war, he had taken up photography as a hobby. In consequence of being thrust into an intergalactic war for several years, the paladins had come to cherish every mundane moment. Soon enough Lance's phone gallery was filled with random pictures of cute dogs, delicious foods and selfies with his friends and family. 

For his twenty first birthday, Hunk and Katie had gotten him a camera and from then on he had never stopped clicking. As the days passed no corner of their homely apartment was left empty. Each wall consisted of the paladins and their loved ones sharing a merry time together. Certainly they had dealt with multiple difficulties after the war, sometimes the nightmares and the scary memories kept her awake all night but looking at these colorful moments provided her with comfort for they had actually achieved the future they had so desperately fought for.

Katie inhaled sharply at the sight of the now dull and bare walls. The sight of the empty apartment took her back five years when she and Lance were first moving in. How different things were back then. When they had moved in, Lance and Katie were just two friends who were excited at the idea of sharing a place once again. It was Lance who had found the place that was just a ten minute drive away from the Garrison and then persuaded Katie to move in as well since they were only two paladins who had decided to stay on earth.

Katie admits, her original temptations were a few extra minutes of sleep and spending more time with her friend but by the end of the five years, she ended up with not only a slightly better sleep schedule but also an amazing husband. A wave of nostalgia hit her and tears started to prick her eyes, Katie could never forget the wonderful time she had spent here and even though they hadn't even left yet. She had already started to miss the place.

"Katie, all the boxes are in the moving truck so we better get goin-Honey, are you alright?" Lance worriedly asked, running towards his teary eyed wife. Katie wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt before nodding at him.

"I am..fine" she assured, her voice quivering. "It's just-Damn these hormones.." she stubbornly sniffed back another batch of tears. Lance softly chuckled, wrapping his arms around her frame in efforts to comfort her. They gently swayed together in silence before Lance spoke up again.

"I am really gonna miss this place. We really made some amazing memories" he whispered, resting his chin on top of her head. Katie nodded in agreement, "I don't want to leave.I love this apartment too much" she confessed.

"I love it here too but we need a bigger place now. In a couple of months it's not going to be just the two of us anymore so we are gonna need a lot more space and don't forget about the big garden, we always wanted" he reminded, kissing the top of her head.

Katie hummed in agreement, in a few months a new chapter in their lives was about to start and although she looked forward to it, a part of her was terrified at the drastic changes to come. 

"Hey, wanna walk through this place one last time?" Lance suggested and she immediately nodded. As the pair walked through their first home for the last time, Katie reached out and entwined her fingers with his. The smile Lance gave in response, reminded her that no matter how scary the changes might be as long as she had him by her side, she could go through it.

The End.

I hope you enjoyed. Please Reblog if you liked it!!

[seeds-of-the-garden]

Lance starts wearing glasses and Pidge can't hand how hot it makes him look

Sorry for the lack of Seed last Friday, Mod Rue was out of town. 

I had so much fun with this one. Like, I got so many feels while writing it.

~~~~~

Lance can still make her laugh in the most mundane of circumstances. Pidge smiles as she clutches the handbag slung around her shoulder, her heart a flutter just the same as when she’d first admitted to herself she had a crush, when they’d asked each other on that first date, and their wedding day. 

He stands hunched over, a skeptical eye examining how his face looks in the tiny mirror on the counter of the store. His face scrunches up, nose wrinkling and eyebrows raised in suspicion as she watches on. 

“I dunno, Pidge,” he admits, fiddling to adjust the black frames on his face. “I feel like I’m copying Shiro’s look.”

Pidge shrugs. “Shiro looks good with glasses too, so I’d say that’s a good thing.” She smirks. “Having second thoughts? Because you can always get the surgery done.”

Eyes bugging out, he straightens to full height. “Of course not!” he declares with bluster. Though he’s miffed, he looks adorable, and Pidge wonders if he ever thought the same of her back when they’d been Paladins and she wore Matt’s old frames. 

His mouth twitches nearly as quickly as he spoke, demeanor more subdued as he leans towards her, “what do you think? Do they clash with my hair?”

Pidge reaches up, playfully running a hand through his thick brown locks that nowadays sport speckles of grey, just as his father and brother’s hair had. “I think they look fine, and I do mean fine,” she emphasizes with a smirk. “you’ll grow into them.”

Lance relaxes, shoulders slumping as he sighs in relief before his swagger returns in gusto. “I can make anything look good, can’t I?” he says with a flirtatious wink. 

With a peck on the cheek she affirms him and she loves the way it still makes him flustered as if they were still teenage sweethearts. “If I’m honest, you look insufferably hot.”

“What? Eww. Moooom.”

Their teenage son stands beside them, a look of disgust and utter betrayal on his face as well as a pair of frames that look good on him. The two toned brown frames mesh smartly with the beautiful dark brown hair he inherited from his father. 

“Hey, you did find a pair,” Pidge says in delight. “It took your father a lot longer.”

Her son shifts sheepishly. Since the doctors recommended he get corrective lenses he’s been terribly insecure about the sudden change in routine. He’d tried contacts like Lance has been doing for years, but couldn’t stand putting them in his eyes. 

Which brought them all to the mall so both boys could find a pair, Lance wearing his in solidarity. 

“Hey, look at us! Glasses buds!” Lance exclaims, wrapping an arm around their son’s shoulders. “That’s a great pair. I see you indeed got my eye for fashion,” he preens. 

Their son squishes his face in distaste but does not try to escape from the impromptu hug. “I hope not, your style is too retro, Dad.”

Pidge chuckles at Lance’s expense as he dramatically declares his soul crushed. Her heart is full of warmth, unable to stand how amazingly hot Lance is when he’s being a stellar father. 

The glasses certainly help too.

[defendersofaurita]

Inktober day 24 --- D I Z Z Y

[fandomthesickness]

When Pidge tries so hard to hide her relationship with Lance from the others

Lance: You know Pidge, we’re an amazing couple

Pidge: OF GREAT PALADINS! Yea I know right aha ha ha

Lance: Pidge, we have been together-

Pidge: A TEAM. WE HAVE BEEN AN AMAZING TEAM AHA

Lance: Katie, we have been engaged for over-

Pidge: IN COMBAT. WE HAVE BEEN ENGAGED IN COMBAT.

(Original from @klonce666)

[nessajjewell]

Hey!! its been a while but im back with a valentine's day gift for @niazelki and its a steampunk au :D

⚙click for better quality and reblogs are appreciated���

[firstdove15]

*passes out*

It only took me literally a year to color this. XD No, really. I drew this last Juneteenth and been coloring on and off for...two months? Yeah. ^^;

Description: A pull two-panel picture of Lance and Pidge from Voltron riding on a carousel. The first panel is of them as children. Lance is winking at Pidge while she sticks her tongue out at him.

The second panel is of them as adults and married, looking each other in the eyes with warm smiles. Both are wearing formal outfits, suggesting they just got married.

[krisdoesblog]

Second Plance art in one day? YES! I've needed this y'all!

[as2015]

Domestic Plance Sketch

Las mañanas de esta adorable pareja son dulces

[sp4c3-0ddity]

Title: Pretend to be Tonight (good luck!)

She finds him playing his carved wooden flute on the balcony, soft hair bathed in moonlight, like she always does, but this time rather than the swooping in her chest and the smile pushing at her lips, dread ties her stomach into knots.

He leans with his back against the stone railing, playing a somber, melancholy tune, the notes low and slow. From experience she knows the song he chooses reflects his mood…and this time it also reflects hers.

The hem of her nightgown swishes around her ankles, stirred by her motion and a faint breeze that makes goosebumps rise on her bare arms, her feet silent on the floor. As she approaches him, she can finally see his expression, his eyebrows drawn together and eyes closed.

They snap open when she draws nearer, and the song cuts off on a strange note. He lowers the flute to his side and smiles.

But he doesn’t reach for her like last time.

“You came,” she says…because all she can do with the pit in her gut and the pounding of her heart is state the obvious.

At least it makes him chuckle, she thinks, but his amusement fades fast. “Why do you sound so surprised?” he wonders, his head tilting.

She wrings the silken fabric of her nightgown, her mouth dry. “Because I’m…tomorrow I’m–”

“I brought you a gift,” he says, quickly cutting her off. When she blinks at him, startled - and maybe a little put-out by his interruption - he flashes her a grin more genuine and more teasing than his last.

“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow, face warm, a silly smile she can’t fight matching his - last time he “brought her a gift” he kissed her till her head spun and they were both breathless.

(And then he kissed her some more.)

But this time, well…there’s a reason she didn’t expect him tonight of all nights.

He nods and takes her hand and…presses the smooth wooden flute onto her palm.

Numbly, with shock gripping her, she watches him wrap her fingers around it and inhales shakily before wondering, “Why?”

“Because then you’ll have something to remember me by,” he tells her. 

“I’ll remember you anyway,” she swears. “You…you were with me through the worst part of my life.”

(But he won’t be with her through the rest.)

“You’ll forget more of me than you think,” he says, tone solemn and gaze downcast. His fingers gently grasp her chin, tilting her head back to look into his dark blue eyes. “Promise me you’ll learn how to play it.”

She shakes her head, not quite escaping his hold - she doesn’t really want to - and protests, “You already tried to teach me, remember? My talents lie elsewhere.”

“You’ll learn it this time,” he promises before his lips brush her forehead.

Her eyes flutter shut, relishing this hint of closeness, the warmth of his breath on her skin and his touch on her cheek. “All right,” she says, swallowing. “I’ll try again, on one condition.”

“Anything I can give you, I will.”

She reaches up to cup his warm cheek and murmurs, “Stay the night with me.”

His larger hand covers hers as a smirk plays about his lips. “Remember when we met and you insisted you would not let me seduce you?”

Her ears burn at the reminder, but she rolls her eyes and retorts, “And what of it?”

“Are you now trying to seduce me?”

She presses her lips together, feeling warm all over despite the cool night air. His touch is still light and gentle like always, but she can’t deny - at least to herself - how much she craves just a little more. 

But she raises an eyebrow and says, “Maybe I am. The night is young.”

And it’s all we have.

(Nine months and change later when her son is born, she will tell herself he’s his, and not her husband’s.)