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everyone wake up i wrote something for the first time since christmas!!!!!!!!!!

hi... please read the first chapter !! of my new klance fic 'completely and utterly'. official summary:

When Lance's favourite band's concert gets cancelled last minute, he never knew he'd get so involved in the reason why, let alone the band itself. Particularly Marmora's lead singer, Keith Kogane, who is both exactly and exactly not what Lance expected...

some of the tags - nurse lance, singer keith, getting together and the light amount of angst that comes with a hospital setting and being the front man of a popular band :)

[avidbeader]

Voltron Jaith/Sheith fic: Unexpected (M)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

AO3

And this is the last chapter! Thanks to everyone who’s liked/reblogged/commented on this little side venture.

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Keith is in a place he never imagined he’d return to.

He’s walking down the Garrison halls, following Commander Holt and Shiro as they bring each other up to speed. Pidge and her mom are behind him, with the rest of their group and those soldiers that helped them trailing behind. At least Lance’s sister managed to divide him from their swarm of a family, explaining the need for a debrief.

Hunk’s family is still out there, missing. Keith makes a mental note to check in on him soon.

Keith figures Adam is somewhere in the Garrison, biding his time until he can talk to Shiro. His hands tighten reflexively into fists, remembering how hurt Shiro had been over their breakup. They’d been together a long time, ever since they were cadets and flight partners…

Flight partners. Adam was a pilot as well as a teacher. One of the best ones in the Garrison at the time.

Suddenly Keith is sure that Adam is not in the Garrison anymore.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Keith feels eyes on him as the debriefing begins.

He’s already uncomfortable, wearing a Garrison uniform for the first time in many years. He never liked the stiff edges of the high collar or the combination of orange and beige. The uniform makes him feel like a kid again and it’s an effort at first to speak up, to remember he is the leader of Voltron.

He glances around at one point and realizes who’s staring at him. James—or Officer Griffin as he’s known now—is looking at him from his place on the other side of the room. Keith frowns at him, not sure why he’s getting the death-glare, but focuses back on the conversation when Hunk starts arguing about trying to rescue his family.

James snaps, “Hey, do paladins not understand the chain of command? Your CO said it was too dangerous.”

Keith is ready to smack him down and Shiro has stiffened beside him, but Sam cuts James off and redirects the conversation. Then Allura stands up as she offers a possibility; Keith has to remember that trick the next time he needs to make a point to this room full of people who are increasingly aware that their authority can’t help them in this situation.

It’s so different from working with Voltron, where the chain of command is fluid at best and everyone is used to voicing their thoughts or acting when they see a need. The Blades had been a bit more organized, with a specific operative in charge of a given mission, but everyone knew circumstances could change in an instant and was prepared to act on their own if need be.

Keith wonders what James would do mid-battle if the command center was taken down and he suddenly had no commanding officer. Or what his squadron would do if he were shot down.

And then he remembers the boy who apologized to him and reached out. He resolves to do what he can to make sure James never has to face either of those situations.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

They win.

Keith’s still not sure how they managed it. The team’s last desperate efforts to move the unknown robeast far enough into space to save Earth succeeded, but sent the lions spiraling back down to the planet at terminal velocity. Keith had been the first to be pulled from his lion, but the last to recover; by the time the doctors brought him out of a medically- induced coma, his mother and Kolivan had arrived in answer to Shiro’s summons.

His recovery takes a while, between the skull fracture, other broken bones, and internal injuries. Shiro visits every day, even if only for a few minutes, and the other paladins come as their own injuries permit. Kolivan stays long enough to establish a few Blades at the new headquarters of the coalition and Krolia makes it clear she’s staying for the duration.

Matt brings Pidge to visit. She rides in a hoverchair because her broken ankle is still healing, and the three of them are having fun trading stories about the others. Keith is still laughing over Lance’s “Tailor” moment in the sims when James comes to the door and hovers.

Pidge notices and elbows Matt. “We gotta get back before the nurses come looking for me. They’re supposed to scan my ankle and see what’s up with it this afternoon.”

Keith waves them goodbye, then beckons a little impatiently as James hesitates. “Come on, then.”

James looks back at the door. “Who was that guy?” His voice betrays more than a bit of interest.

“You didn’t recognize him? That’s Matt Holt, Pidge’s brother.”

James does a classic double-take back at the door, his mouth hanging open. “Wait, him? That shrimpy nerd?”

Keith smirks a little and responds in his driest tone. “Amazing what being kidnapped by aliens, thrown into a gladiator ring, rescued by rebels, and training with them to help overthrow an evil empire will do.”

James’ eyes narrow. After all the time they’ve known each other, he still has to pause in order to detect Keith’s sarcasm level. He looks Keith up and down.

“Funny, could say similar things about you. How did you get so beefed up compared to McLain?”

Keith shrugs. “I wound up going through a quantum abyss where time was slowed down. Gained two extra years on everyone else.” Seeing James’ eyebrows go up, Keith decides to muddy the waters even more. “And then there’s the fact that apparently three years went by in a few minutes when we managed to prevent all alternate realities from collapsing and destroying the entire universe.”

“Wait, what? Alternate realities? That’s actually a thing?”

Keith nods and James draws closer to sit at the foot of the bed.

“Like when someone makes a decision one way and that’s our reality, but when they make the opposite choice there’s a split and things happen differently? Infinite possibilities?”

Keith shrugs. “I don’t know exactly. We discovered one alternate reality where Allura’s people ended up being the bad guys. She had died ten thousand years before instead of being placed in cryosleep, and those Alteans enforced the peace by implanting mind-control devices in everyone who was against them.”

James shudders at that thought. “Okay, yeah, not a good place to visit.”

“It wasn’t. And it was weird; there was a version of Shiro there—he was a member of a resistance group—and it was the strangest thing. His hair was different, and his voice, but it was still him. Our Shiro had been missing for a while at that point, which made it even harder.”

James tilts his head and looks at Keith assessingly. His lips tighten, as if he’s made some kind of unpleasant discovery. “So, have you and Shiro made it official yet?”

Keith frowns and looks away, trying to ignore the spike in his heartbeat at those words. “What are you talking about?”

“You haven’t. Oh my god. You carry a torch for a dead man, follow him into space when it turns out he’s not so dead, even gain two years on him, and, from what I heard, took out a Galra commander up close and personal with your sword to protect him? And you haven’t told him how you feel? What’s it gonna take?”

Keith stares down at his hands, willing himself not to clutch the sheets or cover his reddening face. “It’s not like that.”

“It is totally like that! I mean,” James glances at the open door and lowers his voice. “The last time you and I had sex, you were pretending I was him the whole time.”

Is it possible to spontaneously combust from embarrassment and guilt? Keith almost wishes it were. He shakes his head, sure he’ll stutter if he tries to speak.

“You were. You said his name after. I heard you.”

That startles Keith’s voice out of him. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to. God, James, I’m sorry.”

James reaches out with one hand, running it up and down Keith’s leg. “Apology accepted.”

Keith almost can’t breathe, the absolution is so unexpected. “But I hurt you!”

“Yeah, you did. But there’s no expiration date on an apology conversation.”

Keith smiles a little, hearing that old phrase, but James keeps going before he can say anything.

“And I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you faster. I wanted to go home and really think about what to say. Had it all planned out, with the best approach to get you to deal with your grief and everything. And then you apparently wrecked a sim and got thrown out before I could get back?” James’ voice lilts up in curiosity.

Now Keith clutches the sheets, remembering.

“I went to get some practice in and found a new program in the menu.” Keith swallows hard, remembering the grief and rage that had poured out of him at the time. “It was a rescue objective...with a target of Kerberos.”

James’ hand tightens on Keith’s leg. “Holy shit,” he breathes. “You saw that with no warning?”

Keith nods. “Smashed the menu display with my bare hand before I realized it.”

James lets go of Keith’s leg and holds his hand out. “I’m sorry I didn’t say something sooner.”

Keith accepts the apology by completing the handshake and goes back to twisting up the sheets. “Thanks. But I think it mostly worked out for the best anyway. If I’d still been in the Garrison when Shiro escaped, I doubt we’d have been able to find the Blue Lion before that first Galra ship arrived.”

James is about to reply when there’s a burst of bright light and the bed is filled with seventy-five kilos of cosmic wolf. He squirms up to lick Keith’s face, and Keith happily goes for the ears while James is whacked with a wagging tail.

“Shiro’s on the way, then?” Keith asks and the wolf gives that chirpy sort of growl that means assent rather than aggression.

James stands, holding his hands out to keep the wolf’s tail off him. “I better go.”

“You don’t have to,” Keith protests.

“Yeah, I do. You have something to tell Shiro. I’ll drop in again day after tomorrow. We’re in training all day tomorrow with the squadron for the new wave of MFEs.”

Keith smiles at James as the wolf settles on his legs. “Good luck with that.”

“Should be fine. No signs of anyone being a fancypants pilot in this bunch.”

“Hey, I can outfly anyone in this building...or what’s left of it.”

James’ expression turns fond. “Maybe once you’re healed up we can take a couple of the MFEs for a spin. See if you can find any room for improvement.”

“Only if you come for a ride in the Black Lion.”

“Deal.” James reaches out to shake on it and Keith tugs so he can slap James on the back with his free hand. James returns the embrace, ruffling Keith’s hair.

“Am I interrupting?” Shiro is standing in the door, looking a little curious.

“No sir, just saying goodbye for now.” James straightens and salutes.

“At ease, Griffin. I’ll see you at training tomorrow.”

James departs, but gives Keith a significant look as he does so. Keith gets the message: if he doesn’t talk to Shiro now, James is going to have ample opportunity to drop hints or otherwise make Keith’s life miserable.

Shiro comes to sit on the bed, patting the wolf with his prosthesis. “How are you feeling today?”

“Pretty good.” Keith reaches out and takes Shiro’s other hand. With one deep breath for courage, he begins. “I need to talk to you about something.”

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Two evenings later, James turns up at Keith’s door, bearing a plate of caramel brownies and praising Hunk for helping him sub some of the ingredients that are still scarce during a post-war recovery.

They’re still warm from the oven.

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[hushman]

First encounters

After posting my headcanons for @honestlyprettychill  Altean Bodyguard au Seeing that you guys enjoyed it and reading @rueitae story as well @pidge-suggestions two stories really warmed my heart. In fact, it inspired me to do my take on the first meeting between Lance and Pidge as well. It’s in line with what was established in @rueitae story(because It was awesome) but is done from Lance’s perspective mostly, with a few additional scenes thrown. I do recommend you read that one as well the get the full scope of the events.

“Poisoned?!” Samuel asked in dismay.

“The princess did assure me it was unintentional,” Coran replied. “I have received word from the infirmary that he should make full recovery.”

After breakfast, Samuel had arrived at King Alfor’s private study so that he, the king, head advisor Coran Smythe and Captain Shiro could discuss the final preparations for Emperor Zarkon’s arrival. However the first matter on the agenda had instead been his daughter’s ongoing trouble with maintaining a bodyguard.

“Samuel, I love Katie dearly but I can not keep asking Shiro to find replacement bodyguards.” King Alfor said. “In the last three years she has gone through enough bodyguards to fill its own regiment.”

“You’re exaggerating Alfor,” Samuel replied.

Shiro handed Samuel a tablet listing all the guards that had been assigned to watching the young princess. “Actually, considering average regiment size, she has gone through about a regiment and a half.”

“Oh quiznak,” Samuel muttered, “I swear, I’ll have a talk with her about this.”

“You did have a talk with her about this, about 23 guards ago, when we last brought this to your attention,”Alfor replied. “And in her defense, the next guard she had after your talk did last almost a whole Quintent longer than what has become the average. It might be time for a different approach.”

“What if we placed an electric collar around her neck that would track her location and deliver a mild electric shock if she left the castle unsupervised.” Coran suggested.

“This is my daughter we’re talking about,” Samuel said indignantly. “She’d have that collar deactivated within thirty ticks. Ten if she didn’t do it with her eye’s closed just to prove a point.”

“True,” Coran replied before contemplating for a moment. “I’ve got it! We use a leash with a really long chain.”

“Do we at least know why she is against a having bodyguard?” Alfor asked.

“She feels she doesn’t need a bodyguard and is easily irritated by the guards that get assigned to her,” Samuel replied. “I think if she could get along with the guard she wouldn’t be as vehemently against it.”

Shiro rubbed his chin thoughtfully. All his choices for bodyguards had been based on skill and previous experience. While that approach served well in other cases, maybe it was time go for someone based on personality instead.”

“I can respect that but if she hasn’t been able to get along with any of the guards she has been assigned thus far, I doubt she’ll like any of them,” King Alfor said dismissively.

“Actually, there is one person we haven’t tried yet,” Shiro said. “He’s a less orthodox choice but I think he may be what we’re looking for.”

“I’ll trust your judgment,” King Alfor replied. “Assign him and if he doesn’t work out we’ll revisit the leash idea.”

Everyone present was pretty sure Alfor was joking about that last part.

***

Shiro was at his desk in his office when a white-haired Altean walked in and gave him a salute.

“You wanted to see me, sir.”

“Take a seat Lance,” Shiro replied.

Lance complied before starting to talk again.

“Listen, if this is about that thing with the diplomat's daughter, I am really sorry.”

“No it’s not, as far as I can tell that matter was resolved. Though for the record, that had been the diplomat’s wife.”

“Really? I must find out the product she uses cause she looked phenomenal.”

“We’re getting sidetracked,” Shiro scolded. “You’re here because I have an assignment for you. You will be acting as bodyguard to Princess Katie.”

Lance sat up straighter at that.

“Seriously?”

“Is that a problem?” Shiro asked.

“No, it’s just I figured that job would go to someone a bit more senior.”

“There have been some..difficulties in finding someone suited for the role,” the captain said tactfully. “And despite a few ‘incidents’ your performance has been highly commendable. I have the absolute faith that you are the best man for the job.”

“Thank you sir, I won’t let you down.”

“Very good, now you have two vargas to prepare and I’ll introduce to the princess this afternoon.”

***

“What do you mean it’s not ready yet? It’s already been two quintents.”

Hunk, a well built Altean male with short brown hair, rolled his eyes as he continued to pour juice into bottles.

“I have told you repeatedly, spiced juniberry juice must be slow cooked for two quintents and then chilled before serving. It’s only just finished cooking and it is going to take at least six vargas to chill in the fridge so you’re going to have to wait.”

Instead of replying, Lance paused to check that no one was around before he picked up one of the bottles filled with warm juice and blew on it. He then handed now cold bottle back to Hunk.

The large altean glanced once at the bottle that now felt like it had spent six vargas in the fridge and once at his white haired friend.

“Remind me again, why exactly are you keeping your magic a secret?”

“Just pour the juice!”

Hunk took out two glasses and filled them with the now chilled liquid.

“What’s the rush?” Hunk asked as he passed Lance a glass.

“I have to meet Shiro for my new assignment in a varga and we both know that once word gets out that you made your spiced juniberry juice it will be gone in a dobash.”

“Fair enough,” Hunk replied before both Alteans took a sip from their juice. “So what’s the assignment?”

“I’ll be the bodyguard to Princess Katie.”

“Seriously? Aren’t you worried?”

“I am bit,” Lance admitted. “I mean, being solely responsible for the safety of a princess is a lot to take on but Shiro has faith in me so I’m sure I can manage.”

“I don’t mean just protecting any princess, I mean this particular princess,” Hunk explained. “Word is she goes through bodyguards like toilet paper. I spoke to nurse Glacia and she said they were still treating the last bodyguard the princess had. They said the princess poisoned him.”

“Come on Hunk, you know how the rumour mill is, I’m sure it will be fine,” Lance replied. “Just got to be myself and it will all work out.”

Hunk rolled his eyes, he loved Lance like a brother but he sometimes worried about the young guard’s grip on reality. He chose to remain silent though, he wasn’t a guard so it wasn’t really his place to judge and for all he knew, Lance might surprise him. This might just be the boost Lance’s career needed.

His doubts were then redoubled when Lance broke the silence.

“So you spoke to nurse Galcia. Did she ask me at all?”

***

Lance arrived with Shiro in one of the royal gardens. On the way there Shiro had brought Lance up to speed on the Princess’s previous guards and unfortantly the rumours were starting to sound more plausible.

“Wait here until I call for you,” Shiro ordered.

Doing what he was told, Lance stood there as Shiro approached the princess. Seeing her from the distance Lance was certain that the rumours were unfounded. She looked the part of a princess with flowing brown hair, green and gold dress, elegant pose. There is no way someone that looked so sweet would poison a guard.

Lance started to rethink that analysis that Shiro had trapped in some vines. Still when Shiro signaled him to come over, he put on a confident smirk and a little extra swagger in his step. He would be able to win her over with some of the Lance McLain charm.

Shortly afterward he was dangling in the air by his ankles.

Maybe he needed a different approach.

***

Shiro left the Lance and the Princess, or Pidge as she insisted to be called, alone. Once Pidge set Lance free from the vines the two started to head to her room. Lance decided to break the ice by telling her a bit about himself.

“So that’s why mom started working at the castle,” he finished with his latest story. Whilst he had been talking he also examined Pidges room. Checking for any potential threats or vulnerabilities but also because her room was filled with so many wondrous things. His current focus was a portable telescope.

“Wow, I haven’t seen one of these since we organized grandpa’s barn.”,

“Be careful, it’s an antique,” Pidge ordered.

Having been taught that antique meant far more than what you could afford, Lance carefully set the telescope back down.

“I love old astronomy equipment,” Lance stated, hoping to find some common ground with the princess. “Marco’s wife works under Commodore Trayling and she sends me cool space stuff all the time.”

Pidge didn’t seem enthused by this and instead said, “It’s getting a little late, Lance. I should probably get ready for tonight.”

Lance blinked in confusion. It was an obvious ploy to get him to leave since she looked ready for tonight but Lance wasn’t exactly sure why Pidge would be wanting to get him to leave. Especially since they were meant to be getting to know each other better.

“You’re already ready though. And we still have five vargas before dinner.”

“I need all of those vargas. Do you know how long it takes to apply all that makeup?” She replied.

That made sense to Lance though it gave him inspiration for how he could prove to Pidge that he was useful to have around.

“Oh yeah,I can help you apply it. I did my sister’s for Marco’s wedding and everybody raved about it, You’d be done in half the time.”

“I need to go to the bathroom. And take a shower.” Pidge replied, then added quickly, “and you are not following me in there.”

“Not a problem. I’ll be right here.” He replied as he made himself comfortable in a nearby chair, deciding to take a look at an elemental magic book that looked interesting.

The bathroom door closed and soon the sound of running water could be heard. As Lance jumped ahead to the chapter covering water magic he was feeling good. It genuinely felt like he was making progress with the princess.

After Fifteen dobashes Lance started to get suspicious. While he was no stranger to long showers, he also knew how water usually sounded when it was hit againsts body and that water that was running was not sounding right for someone supposedly taking a shower. Still, he wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt.

When it had been a full varga since the water had been running, Lance knocked on the door.

“Pidge? You alright in there?”

When no response came Lance became certain something was up. Praying to the ancients that it wasn’t just that she hadn’t heard him, he opened the door and saw that Pidge was gone and had simply left the shower running. After calling her name a couple of times for good measure, he became certain she wasn’t there.

“Quiznak!” He cursed as turned off the shower.

He started pacing back and forth as he weighed up his options. He could go chasing after her but he had no idea where she was. Even if he found the hidden passageway Pidge had most likely used she still had a full varga head start meaning she could be anywhere in the castle and possibly not even in the castle at all.

His next impulse was to alert the guard to start a massive search but he decided against it. It was clear that Pidge could handle herself and alerting the guard would cause mass panic as the scramble to find her, not to mention get him fired for managing to lose her with the first varga. It ultimately became clear that best course of action was to wait for her to get back and then have a heart to heart how this bodyguard situation was supposed to work.

The question now was what he was going to do while he waited?

***

He combed through Pidges collection of books. As a princess she undoubtedly had access to books and resources Lance would never be allowed near normally, most of the books naturally focused on plant magic but there were a few books about elemental magic in general. One particular booked discussed harnessing the element even if you couldn’t see it. After reading through he was curious to try.

He found a cup on Pidges desk and filled it with.water. He placed the filled cup on the ground and sat down, closing his eyes. The trick he had done to cool the Juniberry juice had been literally childsplay to him. As in it was something he was mastered when he was a child.

While there was probably a complicated explanation for how it works, to him it was only a matter of thinking cold thoughts and then blowing. More complicated magic like creating ice or manipulating water was harder and had taken him longer to learn. What was particularly hard was manipulating water you couldn’t directly see or feel.

While he knew roughly where the cup was, the point of the exercise is to connect the with his element even if he couldn’t see or directly feel the element.

Keeping his eyes closed, he cleared his mind and tried to sense where the water was. His mind reached out, searching to make that connection with his element. Finally, when it felt like he had made the connection he took in a deep breath and held it as he tried to make the water completely still. When water becomes completely still it freezes. After a moment, Lance opened his eyes and saw that the water in the cup hadn’t frozen. Disappointed, Lance released the breath he had been holding. He then noticed he could actually see his breath and made a startling realisation. His aim had been off so rather than freeze the water in the cup he had instead been freezing water in the air around him.

He decided to find something else to do and hoped the room warmed back up before Pidge came back.

***

Having sorted out Pidge’s vanity, tried a few of her products to see what would be for her and fiddled with some of her knick knacks, Lance had returned to reading when he heard the sound of the shower being turned back on, signifying Pidges return.

As he heard the door open, he welcomed her but as he turned the door suddenly slammed shut again. Deciding to get ready to do her makeup, Lance set himself up that the vanity.

“I wasn’t sure what your facial routine was so I tried out a couple. I’ve also heard some really good things about the Naquadian foundation, so I opened it up. Hope you don’t mind. It is excellent. I’ve been trying to hide this mole for years and it actually conceals it! I definitely recommend it. We can start with that and then I think the eyeliner would really bring out the gold in your eyes. They’re way too pretty to not get noticed.””

The door opened again and out stepped Pidge. Wearing the same dress she had worn when she had left.

“Same dress?” Lance asked, eyebrow raised. “Don’t you have like, a million of them?”

“I do not,” she said shortly, “and this happens to be my favorite so I want to wear it.”

He wanted to retort that he could clearly smell the forest and sweat on that dress but his ears picked up a strange buzzing sound that had certainly not been there before. Not wanting to alert whatever it was, he instead put on a smile as he led Pidge to the vanity seat.

“You’re the princess, I can work with this. Take a seat.”

He turned on the crystalline lights and searching for a cleansing wipes since the shower Pidge had taken had failed to remove the old makeup, all the while stealing quick glances to locate the source of the buzzing and pointedly ignoring the scowl Pidge was giving him.

“Yeah I know, you’ve obviously been doing it for a while considering how often you attend state events. I just enjoy doing this,” he said. He finally found a cleansing wipe and started with her forehead. “Cold showers are good for you after exercise, but you weren’t in there long enough to get your morning makeup off.”

He felt Pidge tense up. “I was in the shower the whole time.”

Lance managed to resist rolling his eyes. He couldn’t believe she was trying to play innocent but he kept his tone casual as he focused on finding the buzzing.

“Yeah that’s why you have day old foundation on and smell like the forest. Pidge, you live in a castle. It’s like a rule that there are secret passageways everywhere.”

“And you didn’t come after me?” Pidge sounded oddly surprised.

Lance threw the dirtied wipe in the trash receptacle and fished out a new one with his left hand as his right slowly sneaked towards his sheathed broadsword. He had located what was buzzing. At glance it looked like a spy drone.

“It didn’t sound like the water was hitting you in the shower so checked on you a varga later to make sure you weren’t dying. You were already gone. No idea where you went and didn’t want to send everyone into panic frantically looking for you. I figured I’d just wait until you came back. You’ve got plenty of cool stuff here to keep me occupied for a few hours.”

Without warning Lance stood up, drew his broadsword, and sliced through the air in one fluid motion, knocking his chair over in the process.

He hit his mark, slicing the drone cleanly in half. After sheathing the sword he picked up the pieces to show to Pidge.

Lance sheathed his sword and picked it up, holding it out in his palm to Pidge.

“If there’s a spy and they had found out you were out alone? It could have gotten ugly.”

“How did you notice?” Pidge asked. “I didn’t even hear it.”

“Grew up on a farm,” Lance explained. “I haven’t quite gotten used to the constant hum of machinery yet here in the city. It’s been buzzing around since you came out of the bathroom the second time.”

Hoping that act had least earned him some respect, Pidge seemed unimpressed. “I would have been fine.”

“Maybe. Whoever was listening knows you sneak out though. So the next time you go out, promise you’ll take me with you,” Lance pleaded. “It is my job.”

Surprisingly Pidge seemed to relent. “Only if you promise to let me practice my magic when we go out.”

That took Lance by surprise “Practice? You’re like perfect at it already why do you need to practice?”

“Because there is always room for improvement, just like technology. I need to become more precise, more powerful, learn the quirks of more plants,” she explained. “I have this gift and I have a responsibility to know it as well as I can. Some people don’t get that.”

“And that’s why you’ve gone through an entire regiment’s worth of bodyguards in the last three years?” Lance asked.

“Look, it’s nothing personal,” Pidge said. “I know Uncle just wants to make sure I’m safe, but I need to be able to take care of myself. What if something were to happen to you?”

“After today? Honestly, I’m relieved.” Lance said as he sat back down. He scooped up some cream and began to spread it over her face. “When Shiro selected me to serve as a bodyguard for the royal family I freaked out. I mean I love the idea, it’s a great way to become a hero, but the actual responsibility that I have? It’s terrifying. You Pidge? You’re really good with that plant magic. If I fail, you can save yourself.”

And Lance meant it. She wasn’t some helpless damsel, she clearly had power. Still no one was infallible and if nothing else he offered her and extra set of eyes. He could only hope she would let him help her.

“Besides your room is amazing! You have top of the line facial cream,” he rambled, putting some of said cream on his own face. “I’ll get to go to all the royal functions.” He gasped. “I’ll get to see Princess Allura. Is she as beautiful as everyone says she is?”

As he finished Pidge’s make up, he noticed she had gone back to scowling at him. Still, they finished getting ready and Lance was able to successfully escort Pidge to the supper. Lance had been pleased to learn that the rumours of Allura’s beauty were true but he, unfortunately, did not have the opportunity to introduce himself to her. Still, as Pidge’s bodyguard, he knew he’d get the chance to do it later.

After the supper, Lance and Pidge approached Shiro and showed him the damaged drone. While Pidge had wanted to keep the drone and figure out where it had come herself, Lance had pointed out that there could be more of them flying around the castle so Shiro needed to know about this. After getting a guarantee from Shiro that he would look into it but also give Pidge a chance to examine the drone once he was done with it, Pidge let Lance escort her back to her room.

“Well Pidge, I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.”

Lance started to walk away when Pidge called out to him.

As he turned, he saw a prickly poltae flying straight at him. On instinct, Lance unsheathed his broadsword and sliced the poltae in two. Once done he looked up at Pidge in dismay.

“Why?!”

Pidge shrugged. “I wanted to make sure the drone thing wasn’t a fluke. I can’t have a bodyguard with shoddy reflexes. Good night.”

She then closed the door, leaving Lance wondering he had gotten himself into.

[ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender]

Deepthroat

read it on the AO3 at Deepthroat

by Kryptonite_Mia

Nurse Mclain has been pining after the tall hunky Dr.Shirogane since he started his new nursing job. One day when he's making his rounds around the hospital, Lance is called to help a patient in the long term word, little does he know his patient is the doctor of his dreams. Little cracky. Very smutty.

Words: 2493, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron)

Relationships: Lance/Shiro (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Doctor shiro, nurse lance, Asphyxiation, Deepthroating, Coming Untouched, Mutual Pining, Crack, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, theres a small plot, if you just squint a bit, its THERE, Semi-Public Sex, Closet Sex

read it on the AO3 at Deepthroat

[paladinspride]

@kellbellsparkles, was it you who requested Daddy Klance first meeting Ally, many moons ago? I can’t find the ask anymore. 

Anyways, I decided to draw and write some Daddy Klance for Father’s Day and thought I would hit that prompt up:

First Father’s Day

“It’s a girl!” The doctor proclaimed as he practically tossed the squalling new born on Allura’s stomach and rubbed it down hard until it began to scream in protest. He handed Lance the scissors to cut the cord.

Flanked on her right, Keith squeezed Allura’s hand as he watched the nurses whisk the child away to be weighed and measured with a look that somehow spoke both relief and terror.

With tears in his eyes, Lance kissed Allura on the forehead and whispered, “Thank-you so much. She is beautiful,” into her skin. He tasted the salt of her brow on his lips.

Allura leaned back and closed her eyes. The labour was done, but she doubted the hardest part was over. She carried their child inside her for 39 weeks, knowing it wasn’t hers, but she grew to love it as much as her own children regardless. She probably always would.

A round and smiling nurse made her way around the doctor at the end of the bed, with the infant, still screaming, wrapped tight in a pink blanket and advanced towards Keith assertively in a way that caused him to back up until the back of his knees hit the chair behind him and he took a seat.

“Congratulations, Daddies. Happy Father’s Day,” She said with a grin from ear to ear as she handed the baby to Keith.

A tiny, uncertain “Uhhhh,” escaped from Keith’s lips as he took the child in his arms.

The infant quieted and opened her eyes as if to inspect him. Keith held his breath.

“Breathe,” Lance directed as he placed his hand on Keith’s shoulder.

Keith didn’t notice when Lance crossed the room but relaxed a little at his husband’s touch.

“She has your eyes,” Lance commented as he ran his other hand over his new daughter’s, surprisingly thick for a newborn’s, dark hair.

“You must have had a lot of heartburn, Allura,” The round nurse noted.

“Not as bad as I did with my daughter,” Allura reflected. Her heart ached for her babies and she was looking forward to getting home to them. Not that she could call a 5 and a 2 year old babies anymore. She hoped that she reminded them that they were getting a cousin and not a sister or brother enough to balance out the questions of strangers over the past few months. It was going to feel weird not taking this baby home.

“We’ll never be able to thank-you enough for this, Allura,” Lance repeated again.

“I’ll never be able to thank-you enough for everything you did for me, so consider us even,” Allura smiled fondly at the gift she gave two of her best friends.

Lance watched as Keith offered the child his finger and she gripped it tight.

“We made this,” Keith declared in awe.

“We did a fine job,” the doctor chuckled, which under normal circumstances might have sounded off but since he did his magic to turn Lance’s stem cells into eggs, it was appropriate.

Everyone in the room played a hand in bringing the child into the world.

“Is it weird that I want to hold her closer and smell her?” Keith asked.

Lance laughed, “I think that’s normal, Keith. She is ours. Hold her as tight and smell her as much as you want to.”

Lance watched as Keith brought the baby to his shoulder and laid her against his chest. Lance wasn’t used to seeing Keith look so overwhelmed and for a fleeting moment worried that he pressured Keith into this. He was relieved when Keith closed his eyes, inhaled and let himself melt into the moment, then laughed at himself when he suddenly felt overcome with love himself. He felt the lump in his throat grow and bit his lip to hold the tears in but resistance was futile. He smiled wide as he wiped them away with the back of his hand.

Keith looked at him fondly and smiled too.

The baby began to fuss and the nurse brought over a small bottle to feed her.

Keith and Lance traded places so Lance could have his turn holding their daughter.

Lanced kissed her forehead as the child took the bottle.

“What are you going to name her?” The nurse asked.

“Ally Katherine Mclain-Kogane. Ally for Allura and Altea and Katherine for Pidge, two of the strongest women we know,” Lance replied proudly.

[klancenspace]

He's like the wind

Happy birthday to you. Lance Alejandro McLain was born during a hurricane. Winds and rain slammed against the windows of Clinica internacional hospital near Varadero beach. A woman was screaming in pain for pushing for what seemed like hours and a man was cheering her on. The lights were flickering as power tried to stay on. “Push! Empujar!” Cried the man. With the sound of a light bulb popping and howling winds, the power to the hospital went out. Loud gasps were heard as people scurried to restore power. The doctors were demanding candles, flashlights, anything. In the darkness, a baby’s cry was heard. “Dentro de la oscuridad nace una luz. (Within the darkness a light is born.)” muttered the nurse. The power came back on. Happy birthday to you… It was Lance’s fifth birthday and his eldest brother gave him a spaceship. His blue eyes widened as he was handed the toy. Maria, his mother smiled fondly as Lance immediately took off through the backyard, imagining the toy was real. “Johnny, you've opened a new can of worms, you know that?” She murmured, smiling as she watched Lance go under the picnic table. “Lance will go places, mama. He's wild like the winds he was born into. Might as well lead him in a right direction.” Johnny chuckled as he took off his garrison’s jacket. He was a mechanic that finally got permission to go home for a weekend. “Oh Johnny I'm glad you're ho-- Lance! Get that toy out of the food!” Maria yelled out. Happy birthday dear Lance… Maria stared blankly at the man in official uniform standing at her door. Just yesterday her boy, her baby was made fighter pilot. She remembers how excited he was over the phone. Now he was gone? Missing? Accident? All the words the man was saying was blending into one another. Quietly, her husband closed the door on the man and turned to his wife. He opened his mouth. “No.” She said simply. She rose her hand to stop him. “Don't you dare.” She yelled angrily. She turned around and walked back into the house. Her feet wandered to Lance’s room, where she closed the door behind her and promptly wailed. Her cries were heard throughout the house. Happy birthday to you Maria hummed the song she sang to her boy for over 15 years. She lit a single candle in front of his picture. Call it mother's intuition but she knew deep down, he was alive. He was the wind after all. Even though you couldn't see it, you could feel it.