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klaissance · 1 year ago

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and then the paladins ARRIVE the doors swing open and there's a wave of interest across the room because the paladins of voltron are lowkey a big deal

keith scans them all briefly feeling simultaneously more whole than he has in months and also so blasted to smithereens it's insane

his eyes fall on lance and he physically cannot tear himself away

drinking in the sight of him like a man in the desert

allura is clowning on him so bad and he doesn't even care he's down so BAD

lance is actually a little shy, hasn't made eye contact with keith just yet

he did a scan of the room, knows keith is there, can guess he's probably looking

but it's that thing where you haven't seen your partner in so long and you're a little afraid to find out if something has changed or not, feeling queasy like they're a stranger, and it's silly but the butterflies dont care to be rational about it

so lance is running his hand through his hair repeatedly and fiddling with his fingers and looking back and forth between hunk and pidge like a lifeline

hunk is here for the drama he clocks keith Fast and is like dude,,,, he's so in love with you omg

lance has that funny feeling though and maybe doesn't want to crowd keith, steers the group of himself hunk and pidge towards a table with snacks and other important people to make conversation with instead

and lance is good at this part, loves this part of saving the Universe, but tonight he is flighty and distracted because his every atom knows keith is Right Over There In This Very Room Oh My God

keith's mouth has gone dry doesn't remember how to blink he's actually so fucked

finally, finally they make eye contact across the room

and that funny nervous buzzing melts away into Warm and Good and I Missed You and it is suddenly very clear that they have to go be together right now immediately and everything will be okay, that the time spent apart didn't change anything

but wait ! the dinner is officially starting people are being directed to their seats ! oh no !

lance makes nice with whoever it is who's next to him but keeps looking down and across the table at keith

keith is useless he just looks at lance the entire time

hunk is kicking his feet giggling pidge is fake retching

shiro is dragging a hand down his face because jesus christ keith ur actually so embarrassing

allura clears her throat and rises to stand at the head of the table, all eyes on her

she's about to start the first of her prepared remarks when suddenly lance is also standing

she blinks at him and he blinks back and everybody at the whole event is glancing back and forth between them

she's like "...yes, lance?" but not in a judgy way that's her bestie she just wants to know what he wants

lance also would love to know why he stood up he's not really sure ngl did not think this one through

he looks at keith and down at his hands and up at allura and back at keith

hunk is holding his breath pidge is covering her mouth with both hands shiro might just pull his hair out he should be at the CLUB

lance goes "one sec 'lura" and then he's stepping aside, grabbing the back of his chair, and starts dragging it with him as he marches down the length of the table

IT MAKES THAT TERRIBLE SQUEAKING SOUND AS IT DRAGS THE WHOLE WAY

IT'S SO AWFUL EVERY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR

THE PALADINS ARE DYING PIDGE IS CRYING REAL TEARS SHE'S TRYING SO HARD NOT TO CACKLE

keith's jaw is also on the floor as he watches his boyfriend round the far corner of the table and continue in his direction

allura is biting down something fierce on her lower lip god she loves them so much

lance finally, finally arrives near where keith is sitting and bends down to whisper to the alien next to him, asking them to please scootch over just a tad thank you so much

it's literally so awkward

keith is grinning so hard it hurts even though he's pretty sure hunk is videoing this whole thing from across the table

lance wedges his chair in next to keith's and plops down

hasn't even really acknowledged keith yet but they're so close their thighs are pressed together

lance just smiles up at allura and is like "alright carry on" angel emoji prayer hands emoji

indulgent established klance long-distance boyfriends coalition paladins/BOM keith reunion event GO:

keith gets to the dinner early

he had to ask kolivan to put him on the list as one of the BOM agents going and if that dude ever laughed at anything keith would swear he was laughing at him when he uninvited somebody else to put keith on the list

it's this gorgeous bigass hall with lovely vaulted ceilings and the biggest longest table keith has ever seen

aproned aliens are in set-up mode, scurrying around setting utensils and plates and namecards and chairs all around this table

keith has his mask up and everything and he nods respectfully at some of the staff as he starts to walk the length of the table

it's been too long since he saw the team he knows that and they know it too

he knows they miss him, knows it in his bones that they miss him at least some fragment as much as he aches for them (which is so much all the time)

pidge hacked a touchpad to let it transmit through the signal jammer outfitted at the BOM base so he does get to message and call home sometimes but tbh he's not on-base very often before he's jetting off to the next crazy mission halfway across the galaxy

anyway he's in this hall scanning the namecards and letting his mind wander while he waits for the guests--but mostly his former team--to show up

he finds his own card next to kolivan's, only it just says "blade of marmora guest" anonymous and replaceable, just like usual

allura is set to be seated at the head of the table with the other important people and key speakers

keith smiles despite himself at the thought of allura pacing the halls of the castleship this past week, running through versions of speeches for anyone who will listen

the smile turns into an ache when he thinks of lance, perched on the kitchen counter, legs swinging, or draped across the lounge couch, head tipped off the edge, listening and humming appraisingly at all the right moments

turning those warm brown eyes to the ceiling and pretending to think hard on it when allura asks him if he thinks she's ready

"of course princess" he'd say, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing gently

"I think you were born ready"

because lance has always been good at that, at making you feel like the most capable person in the Universe

halfway down the opposite side of this grandiose table, keith finds what he hadn't known he'd been looking for: four name placards right in a row, each labeled with a name and "Paladin of Voltron"

takashi shirogane, pidge holt, hunk garrett, and lance mcclain

keith frowns sourly at the next name, some alien duke or duchess or whatever the fuck, somebody important who has just won the diplomacy dinner lottery by being offered the seat next to the blue paladin

he looks across the table from here to his own seat, looming positively miles away across and down this long ass mcfreaking table

who made this chart anyway???

keith is still grumping about it as people begin to show up and he shrinks a little into himself, scanning the room for those familiar faces, the anticipation buzzing under his skin

he's so lost in the looking that he forgets himself and gets totally ambushed by a voice right up against his ear

"Getting on just as socially as usual, I see"

he whirls ready to FIGHT but it's allura !!! and the relief and joy at seeing her in person for the first time in multiple space-months is such whiplash that he pitches straight into her open arms and holds tight

when he recovers he takes down the mask and squirms awkwardly

allura is gentle and kind, knows he hates the diplomacy part, knows he's only here because he misses all of them, one of them in particular...

they do small talk for a bit, allura growing worse and worse at hiding her amusement as keith continues to turn and stare at the door with increasing frequency

her eyes are sparkling the way they do when she gossips and she asks him point blank "so, you must be excited to see your boyfriend again"

keith's mind goes blank "n-no" yknow like a liar

she's downright snickering at him and he still can't resist scanning the room

she throws him a bone, tells him the other paladins are running late coming back from the parade but will arrive soon

keith is like coolcoolcool no doubt no doubt but really cannot stop staring at the door and feeling like he might throw up and is his hair okay he didn't really think about this before he showed up, hasn't even seen it in actually days because he's had the suit on, and the suit is DUMB what the fUcK--

they get approached by other diplomats from various coalition planets and allura turns on the schmooze

keith checks his touchpad--there are three messages from lance

"SORRY BABE RUNNIGN LATE"

"c u so SOON :3 <33333333"

"*RUNNING"

" :D "

#THIS IS THE PART TWO #IDK WHERE IT GOES FROM HERE BUT THAT WAS THE VISION #my writing #klance fic #sort of #klance #vld #messy post #long post #yall idk what to do with this format but this is how my brain works at its rawest

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years ago

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“And for the tasks we have today…” Allura says, flipping to a page in her sparkly pink planner (a gift from Pidge and Lance via the space mall, that Allura loved to pieces), “we need two people for a supply run, and one person to do that diplomatic mission for the Coalitions newest ally.”

“Do you have anyone in particular in mind?”

“Nope! Up to you.”

“Alright,” Shiro says, “I know Pidge and Hunk have that hyrdroponic system they’re hoping to work on today, so that leaves them out.”

“Coran mentioned he wanted to test his new training sim for any errors before he has us try it,” Allura adds.

“So that leaves you, me, Keith, and Lance available,” Shiro summarizes.

The words aren’t even out of his mouth before Allura’s hand fly to her nose: “Dibs on free time!” she shouts, and Shiro scowls.

“Not fair,” he complains, but Allura just shrugs at him.

“Bulk up the reflexes, beefcake,” she says, and dear Lord he needs to keep Pidge as far away from the princess as possible, apparently.

“Fine,” Shiro concedes with a sigh. “I guess I’ll go on the supply run.” He grins, suddenly remembering something that makes him very happy about this arrangement, actually.

Allura narrows her eyes. “Why are you happy about that. You should not be happy about that. You hate supply runs.”

Shiro rubs his hands together like a cartoon villain, because he feels like one, and it’s great. “I do hate supply runs. But. I was up early this morning, and I happened to see Keith come out of Lance’s room instead of his own, and I am suddenly very grateful for several hours locked in a pod with him, where he cannot leave the conversation and I can be as annoying as possible.”

“Hey, you withheld information! That’s not fair! If I had known there was klance drama I would’ve taken the supply run!”

Shiro smiles smugly at her. “Bulk up on the reconnaissance, beefcake,” he taunts.

Allura rolls her eyes. “It sounds dorky when you say it.”

Unfortunately she is correct, but Shiro left his dignity behind on Earth several years ago, so it truly does not matter.

“Don’t care,” Shiro says serenely. “Anyways, that leaves Lance for the diplomatic mission, which is good. He’s great at those, and he seems to like them. Well, I think he does.”

Allura raises an eyebrow. “You think?”

“I genuinely cannot get a read on him. Every time I give him a solo diplomatic mission, he gets this — pinched expression, almost? But then he gets all excited about making friends, so. I’m not sure how to interpret that one.”

“That is strange,” Allura agrees. “He’s usually pretty straightforward.”

“I know! But he does a really good job on the missions, so I think he’s happy with them? If he asks me to stop then I will, but until then…”

“No, I think he’s fine. He might just be nervous, you know he sometimes doubts himself.”

“Oh, that makes sense. I’ll make sure to remind him that we’re proud of him.”

“Good. We’re done here, then? I have free time to enjoy.”

Shiro sticks his tongue out at her. “Yes, you horrible cheater.”

She smirks back at him, gathering her sparkly planner and several dozen gel pens up before prancing out of the briefing room, wiggling her fingers in a smug little wave, because she is a horrible jerk.

Shiro rolls his eyes fondly, pulling up the files for the diplomatic mission and sending Lance a quick message on the comms, asking him to come down. It’s really only a sort of official welcoming into the Coalition; getting paperwork signed and meeting all necessary government officials, which is why it’s a one-paladin job. And Lance is one of their best in terms of socializing, so he gets sent on these missions often.

“Is that the mission folder?”

The voice comes suddenly, right next to his ear, making Shiro screech and jump so hard he nearly falls out of his chair.

“Jesus Christ, Holy Joseph, and the Mother Mary!” he shouts, pressing a hand on top of his galloping heart. He glares at the perpetrator. “Why do you keep doing that, Lance?!”

“S — sorry,” Lance tries, but he’s laughing to much for Shiro to buy it.

“You are not sorry, you little jackass,” Shiro snaps, but there is very little heat behind it. “You enjoy doing that every time.”

“I would enjoy it less if you had a less funny reaction.”

“My reaction is not that funny.”

“Shiro, you act like an astonished old Catholic lady. It’s funny every time.”

“It’s not that funny! Lots of people yell the lord’s name in vain when they’re startled!”

“Shiro, you’re a Buddhist.”

“Which is why it’s okay for me to do it! It’s not a sin for me!”

“Whatever, you goober,” Lance says. “Tell me about the mission.”

Shiro glares at Lance one last time, just so he knows he is Not Forgiven, before moving on.

“Right. The newest planet to join the Coalition — planet Juyin — needs our official welcoming spiel, and you’re my best bet to get that done. You’re very good at making people at ease.” Shiro makes sure to slip in a compliment, keeping his and Allura’s conversation in mind.

Lance still gets the pinched expression.

“Okay,” he says, and turns his gaze towards the file, biting his lip as he reads it over.

Shiro is familiar with the routine. Lance will read the file carefully, every word, then ask Shiro a million questions about the planet’s cultural norms — “Is eye contact seen as a form of aggression?” “Am I allowed to speak without asking permission, or is that offensive?” “Can I wear my paladin armour or do I need to get fancy clothes?” “Is there a type of greeting I should memorize?” — that are very thoughtful, and that Shiro can never answer.

(They usually end up asking Coran.)

Then Lance will slowly lose his pinched expression as he learns more about the planet’s culture, getting excited about all the people he’s going to meet an inevitably befriend, and then he’s off to complete the mission with ease. (After which he comes home and immediately ducks into his room, because “I’ve been smiling all day, Shiro, I need to do some extra skincare or I’ll get wrinkles. Do you want me to get wrinkles?”)

Lance finishes reading the file, then turns to face Shiro. Shiro braces himself for an onslaught of questions, and readies himself to message Coran —

“Is this your way of quietly kicking me off Voltron?”

— and freezes.

Huh?

“Pardon?”

Lance swallows roughly, eyes trained on his fidgety hands.

“Um, I asked if this is your way of kicking me off the team,” Lance repeats.

Shiro has never felt more like his brain was completely empty, because he has no fucking clue what to say.

“No, I got that,” he says, unsure how to proceed. “I just don’t understand where it’s coming from, buddy.”

“Well, you’re setting me up to fail, right? Giving me missions that I can’t do very well until I inevitably screw up, so then you have a real reason to get rid of me?”

Shiro feels completely lost. What is going on?

“Lance, I don’t understand. Why would I ever want you off my team?”

Lance shrugs. His eyes are still downcast, but to Shiro’s horror, a tear drips down his cheek.

“I dunno. I can’t really offer much, not like everyone else. And I’m frustrating and annoying and I mess up a lot and I’m not very smart and most people only tolerate me because they have to and —”

“Lance, breathe,” Shiro interrupts, scrambling forward to kneel in front of Lance, holding his hands tightly. “In and out, buddy, just like I’m doing. Take a minute. In and out. Just like that. Good, okay? You’re doing great.”

The tears don’t stop when Lance stops hyperventilating; if anything, they drip down faster.

Shiro has no idea how the situation slipped from him so fast.

“Lance, no one is frustrated with you, or annoyed. You’re plenty smart. No one ‘puts up with you’, we hang out with because we like you. Where’s this coming from, kiddo?”

Lance shrugs, sniffling. “You keep sending me on missions I can’t do right. When I fail, you’re not going to say it, obviously, but then you’ll have an excuse to tell me that I can’t be the blue paladin anymore and it’ll be out of your hands.”

Shiro is so confused, and a definitely little panicky. Where on Earth — or in space — is this coming from? How long has Lance been feeling this way?

And, most importantly: how can Shiro fix it?

“Lance,” Shiro says gently, “I send you on these types of missions because you’re very good at them, and because you always look excited about meeting new people. I am absolutely not looking for a reason to get rid of you; and even if I was, I would never be so underhanded about it. I promise. But seriously, hun, where is this coming from?”

Lance’s chin trembles, and more tears stream down his face. He untangles his hands from Shiro’s to press them tightly to his face. “That’s what Iverson did,” he says, muffled. “He would give me simulations that we’re different than everyone else’s and really hard for me, because he knew I’d mess up and then he’d have more of an excuse to kick me out of fighter class. I figured you were doing the same because you only really send me on the solo diplomatic missions, so.”

Shiro feels an intense mix of fury, guilt, and sorrow whirl around in his stomach. Fury because fuck Iverson — Shiro has always hated that man — and everything he’s done to Lance, who most certainly did not deserve it, and especially not as a young, still-learning kid. Guilt because he cannot believe he’s been putting Lance through this — however accidentally — and not noticed. And sorrow because, obviously, Lance is hurting, and he hates it when his kids are hurting.

“I’m not doing what Iverson is doing, Lance,” Shiro promises quietly. “I send you on these missions because I never realized you struggled with them. I thought you liked them.”

Lance peeks through his fingers to glance at Shiro, brown eyes wet and rimmed with red. When he evidently decides that Shiro is telling the truth, he drops his hands from his face, slipping them back under Shiro’s. Shiro takes the hint, squeezing them again.

“I like the part where I get to meet new people,” Lance says. “But it’s hard because I can’t read human social cues very well, let alone alien ones, so I always think I’m going to fuck up and then they’re going to get mad and call off the alliance and then their people will be unprotected and it will be all my fault. And I do fuck up all the time, too. I keep having to make up lies so they don’t know I fucked up. Like, last week I had to tell the S’eetns that plugging your ears when someone is talking to you is a human custom that means you find your conversation partner very intriguing, because they had really screechy voices and I couldn’t handle it and they got mad. I was so scared they wouldn’t believe me because I’m not very good at lying, but they did, but I was still nervous, and —”

Shiro is the king of all dumbasses. Like, seriously. He’s an idiot.

No shit Lance is having a hard time on these missions. God.

“Lance,” Shiro interrupts, “are you autistic?”

“Um, yeah?

“I didn’t know that, kiddo.”

Lance blinks. “Oh. I thought everyone knew.”

“Lance, if I knew, I never — not in a million years — would send you into intentionally stressful situations alone. Never.”

“Oh,” Lance says again, in a much smaller voice. “That makes a lot more sense. I didn’t think you were a jerk, I just thought I was being a screwup and you didn’t know how to tell me.”

“You are not a screwup, Lance McClain,” Shiro says firmly. “You are exceptional. I mean — look at you! You spent God knows how long doing these missions perfectly, even though it was unbelievably hard for you. That’s incredible.”

For the first time since this whole mess came to light, Lance smiles. It’s a small smile, but it’s a start.

“I guess so,” he says. His smile drops. “Does that mean I have to do this mission anyway?”

“Absolutely not, Lance, God,” Shiro says, aghast. “I’m proud of your strength, but I’m not going to make you keep suffering now that I know that you are, okay? God. I’m so sorry, Lance.”

Lance shrugs. “It’s fine. I liked the socializing part, anyway, so it wasn’t all bad. Besides, it’s not like I can never do a diplomatic mission again, or anything. I just maybe need to do it with a partner so they can tell me if I’m being a weirdo; that way I won’t be so scared that I’m going to fuck up all the time.”

“It’s not fine, Lance, and you’re not a weirdo.”

Lance makes a face. “I mean, objectively —”

“No, Lance. Listen to me. Are you listening to me?”

Lance looks at him with wide eyes, shocked by his intensity. He nods.

“You’re not a weirdo. I mean it. You’re just fine the way you are. And it’s not fine that I put you through that; I’m sorry and it won’t happen again.”

“I’m really not angry with you, Shiro. Seriously. I forgive you, or whatever. It was an accident, okay?”

Shiro’s clearly not going to get anything else out of him, so he decides to take what he can get.

“Alright, bud. Okay.” He squeezes Lance’s hands one more time, before moving to get up — Jesus Christ, that’s hell on his knees, he should have thought that one through and sat down, or something; but whatever, Lance is feeling better, so it’s worth it — and sit back down on his chair.

“Okay. Well, now that we’re on the same page, what do you think, Lance? Where should we go from here?”

As much as Shiro just wants to wrap Lance up in a million blankets and keep him away from anything that will every hurt him again, he realizes that that’s a guilty overreaction, and likely not what Lance needs. The best thing he can do for Lance, right now, is be as clear as possible so he doesn’t make mistakes like this in the future.

“Well, you were right on one part, like I mentioned,” Lance says, after thinking for a moment. “I like the social part. It’s fun. And so long as I’m not actively doing something wrong, I like the diplomacy stuff, too. But I’m always nervous because I feel like I’m going to say something wrong, or I’ll miss something and do something wrong. So that part kind of ruins the enjoyment part.”

“Okay — so what do you think will make that easier?”

“Maybe if I didn’t have to go alone?” Lance suggests. “Like, I have no problems when we do diplomacy missions as a team. I know we can’t afford to send everyone on these smaller missions, but maybe if I had a partner, it wouldn’t be so stressful?”

“That sounds great,” Shiro encourages. “We can do that. What else makes these missions hard?”

“Um, as much as I have fun, they’re kind of draining?”

Shiro hums. “I see. Is that why you always disappear into your room afterwards?”

“Yeah. It’s a lot of sound and light and stuff like that, so it’s nice to just quiet down after. And, some cultures are less direct than others, so I have a harder time trying to figure out the etiquette and what they’re trying to tell me, which is really draining. So sometimes I’m really exhausted after.”

“That makes sense. Hey, Lance —” Shiro gently bumps their shoulders together — “this is all easily doable, okay? This is not a problem in any way. We can make this happen. We want to make this happen, make this less stressful for you, okay?”

Lance takes a deep breath, shoulders slumping as he exhales. Most of the stress on his face fades, and he shoots Shiro a small, relieved smile.

“Okay,” he says. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, kiddo. I mean it. I want you to come to me if you’re struggling — we’re a team. I want to help you, not find an excuse to get angry with you. We’ll fix things together, but I can only do that if you come to me. Promise you’ll do your best?”

“I promise.”

“Good. Do you still want to do that mission today? I’ll go with you; Allura can go on the supply run with Keith; she’ll be happy about that.”

Lance brightens. “Yeah! Coran was telling me about the Juyins, they sound so cool! They have laser eyes. I can’t wait to meet them!”

Lance gets up, gathering the forgotten file and tucking it under his arm. Shiro follows him as he makes his way out of the briefing room, chattering all the while about all the awesome things the Juyins can do, and how much fun he and Shiro are going to have on the planet.

It’s very endearing. Shiro is very relieved he got the chance to sort this out with Lance, even if it was a difficult conversation to have, and also very pleased with how things turned out: it makes more sense to have a pair go on diplomatic missions, anyway. This decision was one he should have made months ago.

“Oh, by the way,” Lance says, stopping in his tracks. “Why did you say Allura would be excited to go on the supply run with Keith? She hates supply runs.”

If Shiro didn’t know Lance, he’d assume it was simply an innocent, offhandedly curious question.

But he does know Lance, even better now than before. And he can see exactly what that question is really asking.

“Don’t worry, Loverboy,” he says drily. “She’s not fighting you for Keith, promise.”

“That’s not why I was asking,” Lance says hotly, lying like a liar.

Shiro raises a teasing eyebrow.

“I’m serious,” he insists, but his red face gives him away.

“Okay, okay,” Shiro says, pretending to surrender. He waits a moment for Lance’s blush to fade, then strikes:

“She’s excited because she heard Keith came out of your room this morning, and is very interested to interrogate him and find out why.”

As expected, the flush explodes back on Lance’s face, and he immediately starts sputtering.

“That’s not — it’s not what it — how did she know —”

“Maybe I should send Keith with you instead of me, huh?” Shiro teases, and Lance yells.

“No! Fuck off! It’s not — you suck!” he shouts, decking Shiro in the arm.

Shiro laughs. “Oh, buddy,” he says, slinging an arm around Lance’s shoulder. “I thought I was going to get to bother Keith today, but this is so much better. You are going to be stuck in a lion with me for several hours. I cannot wait.”

Lance scowls, but doesn’t try to shove Shiro off, which tells Shiro all he needs to know. “I changed my mind. I don’t want your help anymore, I can do this alone. Ugh.”

Shiro presses a kiss to Lance’s head, ruffling his hair.

“Not a chance, kiddo,” he says over Lance’s grumbles, “not a chance.”

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official-archivist-keith · 5 years ago

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Lance's voice comes over the tape recorder, "Careful!"

Hunk's comes up next, "Sh-hh!"

A door opens and everyone shouts at the same time, "SURPRISE!"

Someone blows a party horn as Keith curses, "Jesus!"

Hunk chuckles, "Happy birthday, boss"

"Happy- Oh," Pidge laughs, "are you okay"

"No, I!- Christ, one second." Keith says, voice still sounding in shock.

Hunk chuckles, "Sorry, sorry; Lance wanted to surprise you, and-"

"Snitch."

"No, no, it’s fine, thank you. Just a- shock." Keith assures.

"Duh!" Hunk's eye roll can be heard, "Well, that’s the idea."

"Indeed. Though, uh, honestly, the bottle of wine was just fine." Keith says with a sigh.

Hunk laughs, "Pfft, yeah, as a decoy."

"Yes, well, thank you. This is very- elaborate of you."

"Plus, it was kind of fun, giving you a heart attack." Pidge snickers.

"Mm, I’m sure. I notice you didn’t jump out at Hunk when he had a birthday." Keith says annoyedly.

Lance's smile is easy to hear, "No, he’s way too jumpy as it is." Hunk lets out a sound of indignation, "We were worried he might damage himself!"

"Hey!" Hunk protests, “Well- I preferred going out for ice cream anyway.”

“You went for ice cream?” Keith sounds slightly disappointed.

“Yes, you were there!” Pidge reminds him.

Lance chuckles, “You had- rum and raisin, and taught us all about emulsifiers.”

“Oh. Right, yes,” Keith’s lie is unconvincing. “I- I remember.”

Hunk’s smile is easy to hear, “Liar.”

“Well, thank you anyway. This is all- very touching.” Keith says gratefully.

“We just wanted to do something to lighten the mood, you know?” Hunk says happily.

“Yes, I’m-“ Keith sighs, “aware it’s been a- rough start.”

“That’s not what this was about; we just thought you could use a chance to unwind.” Pidge corrects him.

Keith exhales with a note of happiness, “I.. suppose it couldn’t hurt.”

There’s. Soft knock at the door before Lotor can be heard. “Knock knock.”

“Double boss!” Hunk says happily.

“Lotor?” Pidge asks curiously.

“I’m not too late for cake, am I?” Lotor responds.

Keith sounds surprised, “There’s a cake?”

Lance pouts, “How did y- Hunk! That was a secret!”

Hunk protests again, “I didn’t say anything!”

“He didn’t have to. Nothing escapes my notice, and I like to keep an eye out for this sort of thing.” Lotor says knowingly.

“Well- it’s- good to see you.” Hunk says happily.

“Yes- Y,yes! Come in?” Keith addresses Lotor.

“So, how old is the birthday boy?” Lotor asks fondly.

“Uh- thirty-eight.”

“Liar.” Pidge reprimands.

“How would you know.” Keith asks indignantly.

Hunk laughs, “What, does someone need to change their password again?”

“I- what?” Keith asks as Hunk continues to laugh, “Pidge! Have you been going through my computer-“

“Definitely not; No idea what he’s talking about.” She lies.

“‘Course not!” Hunk says knowingly.

Keith mutters under his breath as they laugh together, “That’s really not appropriate.”

Lotor suddenly cuts in, “Anyways. Somebody mentioned cake.”

Hunk chuckles, “Uh, yeah. You did.

Lotor gives an inhale of mock surprise, “Yes, I did, didn’t I.”

Hunk sighs, “Alright, alright. Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now, anyway, look- just give me a second.”

There’s shuffling as a cake is supposedly brought out and everyone starts to sing happy birthday, Keith protesting as they do.”

Keiht’s eye roll is easy to hear in his voice, “Alright, yes- thank you. I do hope you’re not planning to light those candles.”

“Oh, goodness.” Lance gives a fake gasp, “A source of ignition? In the Archives?” Both Hunk and Pidge laugh, “Uh-oh.”

“Lance.”

“Mmm. Oh. Whoops!” There’s the sound of a match strike, “Sorry. My hand slipped. And again- And again- And a couple more times- here, I’m so clumsy today; that is a lot of fire.”

“I’m really not comfortable-“ Keith protests.

“So blow them out, then.” Pidge say exasperatedly.

“Oh.” Keith gives a slight pause, “Right, yeah-“

“And make a wish.” Lotor reminds him.

Keith pouts, “If I wish for you all to go away, do you think it’ll work?”

Lance laughs, “He’s so grumpy today, isn’t he?

“Fine.”

As Keith blows it the candles everyone cheers

“So, what did you wish for?” Hunk asks curiously

“I can’t tell you.”

Lotor chuckles, “He wished for a little bit of peace and quiet.”

Keith sighs, “Was it that obvious?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry, Jon. It’s an Archive. Quiet is very much the course du jour.” Lotor says reassuringly.

“Well, after the party, at least. Wine, anyone?” Hunk asks

“Hunk, it’s eleven in the morning.” Keith reprimands.

Lance snorts as Hunk pops open the bottle, “Pfft, yeah, at your birthday party.”

“I really don’t think it’s appropriate-“

Lotor cuts in again, “I’ll allow it. In fact! I’ll join you.”

Keith sounds surprised, “Oh! O-kay, um, a-al, alright then? -Hang on, have you been recording this?” Keith asks.

“Oh! Yeah! I- just thought it might be nice, you know, something to look back on when we’re all old and sick of each other.” Lance chuckles.

“You probably should have told us, Lance,” Pidge reminds him.

Lance laughs, “What, are you afraid we’re going to get sued over the Happy Birthday song?”

Hunk’s voice suddenly goes very high,“Oh, well I am now!”

“It’s just a bit of a privacy thing.” Pidge explains.

Keith grumbles under his breath, “Oh, hypocrite.”

Lance concedes, “Alright, alright, fine, look. I’m turning it off. Any last words for your future selves?”

"Yes," Keith says into the tape, "Fire Lance."

As the tape recorder stops, Keith sighs, sitting on his bed in the cottage. He’d been listening to the tapes they’d been sent over and over again. He frowned as he looked at it sadly.

@scp-832

#i had this all written up hours ago #and tumblr decided to be a bitch #so I had to rewrite it all

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moonguilt · 5 years ago

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hey! I love your writing it's so pretty! I was wondering if u got around to it would you do either a "heat of battle confession kiss" or an "injury confession" prompt? I would love to read either done by you,, thanks

thank you so much!!! i am so glad you like my writing, little messages like these make me SO happy :) sorry this took so long but here it is--i chose “heat of battle confession kiss” and it got a little longer than anticipated. i’ve put it up on ao3 as well if you prefer to read it on there.

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perish the rest, this thought is yours

Pairing: Keith/Lance

Wordcount: 3775

Warnings: Mature language, blood/violence, mild gore (nothing happens to our boys, they’re just in the middle of a battlefield sooo there are dead bodies)

Read on my AO3 here!

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It was mayhem on the surface of Xat-lor VII.

Lance kept telling himself that the rest of the team would arrive soon while he steered Red through veritable swarms of galra fighter jets, shooting them down as we went. There were so many of them, too many, just pouring ceaselessly out of the hangar bays of that terrible purple fortress the galra had quite literally dropped onto the desert plains of this little blue moon.

A particularly devious warlord, one of the many hoping to capitalize on the vacancy left by Lotor, had sent one of their best scientists to Xat-lor VII to experiment on the local wildlife in an attempt to imitate the old robeast projects of Zarkon's rule. The galra easily crushed any resistance from the moon's citizens—the Vonn—but eventually grew sloppy, giving the Vonn the opportunity to get a distress signal out to Voltron.

The Vonn's call had reached the Atlas' newly upgraded comm systems at the same time that a similar call from a different quadrant came in, so the team had elected to divide and conquer—Hunk, Allura, and Pidge to the jungle planet of A'ila; Lance and Keith to the desert moon of Xat-lor VII. The Atlas was busy resupplying at a galactic port station, but everyone figured one little moon couldn't be too much trouble for a couple of seasoned Voltron paladins.

Except in their haste, the Vonn did not specify quite the nature of the danger here—or really, even hint at it—until the duo landed in the Vonn resistance base. They sent a call to the team to ask for backup, but the others were dealing with their own mess and the Atlas was still recharging, so it could potentially be vargas before anyone arrived—and Lance and Keith's own arrival had not gone unnoticed. They barely had time to remove their helmets and take a breath of fresh Xat-lorian air (it tasted faintly of … rosemary?) before the galra base was deploying troops and ships faster than Lance could keep track.

At this point, he was starting to have serious doubts as to whether or not it was actually possible for them to pull this mission off. Every time he shot down one fighter, two more took its place. He could only push Red so hard to make it to the enemy's base, and even if they got there, then what? He could see the forcefield and the massive laser turrets all the way from here. And he did not want to get up close and personal with them without a solid plan and some serious reinforcements.

Below him, the moon's turquoise desert was ablaze with battle. The Vonn people—with their cerulean skin and dark hair helping them blend into their surroundings—charged across the shining surface, blaster bolts flying every which way, to attack their enemies head-on. Galra droids swarmed to meet them, the setting of the moon's two suns causing their shadows to stretch long and menacing over the cooling sand. Alongside them, terrible abominations—the Vonn called them “Ygorok,” or “Able End” in their language—snarled and loped over the dunes, their faces now twisted, cybernetic mutations of the wolf-like creatures the Vonn said they once were.

Lance had initially thought the name was a bit apocalyptic and overly dramatic. After seeing a Ygorok tear a Vonn soldier's ribcage out of their chest just minutes ago, he decided the name was far too tame.

Swift movement caught the corner of Lance's eye, and he watched with wide eyes as Black came crashing into the units in front of Red's cockpit. Fighter jets burst into vibrant explosions as Keith wove in and out of their ranks, alternating between slices and laser blasts, until he was right in the thick of the most condensed patch of galra ships.

“Keith!” Lance protested, finding his voice as the initial surprise wore off. “Get the hell out of there, man! You can't just—” He groaned emphatically, blasting several more enemy fighters out of the sky. “I thought we were past your 'Leeroy Jenkins' phase!”

“What the fuck is a—” Keith cut himself off with a grunt as Black took a laser bolt to the side. “Listen, we're not looking good here, and if we want any chance at getting to their base, we need to push.”

Lance didn't like that tone. That was Keith's “I know what's best, and what's best is not caring that I actually don't know what's best” tone.

Keith took another hit. A worse one, to Black's torso.

“Keith!” Lance hollered again, his adrenaline pumping and his fingers clenching around Red's controls. “Are you okay? Jesus fucking Christ—” Sorry, Mamá. “—hang on. I'm coming in.”

His arms taut with anxiety, he angled Red straight for that treacherous cluster of enemy ships and pushed forward, gritting his teeth with the strain of holding back some of the more choice words he was itching to spit in Keith's direction: idiot, reckless, stupid, death wish, I'm going to wring your neck, et cetera.

Instead, he settled on mumbling, “God, you have zero sense of self preservation.”

“Old habits die hard,” Keith coughed. Well, at least he was still alive.

“Wha—that doesn't mean you have to die with them! Idiot.” Okay, so maybe some of those choice words were slipping out.

Before he had the time to contemplate it, Lance's vision was filled with a fighter ship flying in far too close for comfort—straight at him. He tried his best to angle out of the way, but the jet caught Red right in the throat, bursting into flames against her surface with far more intensity than any of the other ships' explosions—as if, perhaps, the pilot had taken explosives on board with them. Intentionally.

“Lance? Lance can you hear—” Keith's voice crackled unintelligibly. “—big hit. Are you—” More crackling, and—silence.

Lance frantically pressed his comm button. “Keith? Keith, hey, uh, small problem maybe—”

The control panel flickered a few times, then sputtered out, and suddenly Red was falling—eerily slow at first, then faster than a bullet. Lance bit back a scream, smashing buttons and yanking at the controls desperately, but Red just kept falling, falling, falling, and all Lance could do was watch as she turned belly-up in the air, giving him a perfect, horrible view of Black taking several heavy shots directly to the cockpit.

This time he did scream. But it did no good, and Lance was forced to watch as Black—as Keith—careened toward the moon's surface, a faint trail of purple dusting his wake like the tail of a comet.

Lance's panic was short-lived, however, as he was soon interrupted by the jolting, bruising impact of Red slamming into the ground at full speed. His teeth rattled so hard he thought for sure he would chip a tooth, and then it was—quiet. Completely still. Nothing but the cold shadows of Red's lifeless interior.

After giving himself a moment to check for broken bones—none, thankfully, just a few contusions—and to try unsuccessfully to bring Red back online, Lance jumped out of his seat and rushed for the exit, praying that none of the doors were jammed. Only the final one gave him any trouble, which turned out to be the result of sand blocking half of the exit. Once Lance managed to pry the door open enough to squeeze out, he was met with a small flood of the turquoise substance leaking into his lion.

“Ah, shit,” he hissed, squeezing himself through the opening despite the sandy blockade. “Sorry, Red. I'll give you a deep cleanse when we—” He inhaled sharply, the sound of shouting and gunfire assailing his ears. “Keith,” he breathed, and clambered up the nearby dune on his hands and knees.

When he reached the top, it was—chaos. Galra droids and Ygorok were locked in combat with the Vonn, any semblance of formation or strategy long forgotten. Bodies and—and body parts—lay strewn across the shimmering blue landscape, staining it dark with blood and making it hard for Lance to process who had the upper hand, if anyone. He hadn't realized it from so far above, but the dunes were incredibly hilly and uneven—he couldn't see more than maybe fifty meters in the distance.

No sign of Keith within those fifty meters either.

Taking a deep breath to center himself, Lance drew his bayard and started down the incline, firing off shots left and right as he ran for the opposite side of the ditch. The droids collapsed easily with hefty clanks, but the Ygorok proved more resilient—Lance found it took several shots to fell one of them, or a very lucky bolt to one of its myriad vulnerable black eyes.

Lance scaled the next dune and trudged across the next ditch in much the same fashion as the first, shooting as he went, calling Keith's name whenever he had the breath to spare. He hadn't caught which direction Black had fallen in, so he could only hope that he was heading the right way. So far, he was not feeling terribly optimistic.

Upon climbing to the ridge of the third dune, Lance staggered to a stop, shocked by the scene before him. This one was not a ditch—this was a miniature valley. This must be the heart of the battle. It was... Lance felt his blood run cold as he viewed the carnage. Hundreds of droids and beasts and Vonn struggled against each other—the Vonn had the advantage of knowing how to walk nimbly through the sand, but the Galra had the advantage of sheer numbers. Lance could see no clear indication of this conflict stopping any time soon—and...

No Keith.

Searching for him in this bloodbath was like trying to play Where's Waldo? with all of the people moving. There were so many figures down below, and Lance was so desperate to see a flash of red, and he could feel the bubble of panic and frustration and fear rising up in his throat, threatening to overwhelm him, and—

“... ance!”

Lance nearly fell off the dune. He squinted and peered down toward the bottom of the decline, where the sound had come from. At first he didn't see anything, and then—

“Lance!” There it was—the flash of red. He could have cried with relief. Actually, maybe he was crying a little bit, but he didn't know because he had more important things on his mind.

Like Keith, who was now pushing through the throng, cutting down any enemies who tried to interfere, and waving whenever he had a free moment. That was all it took for Lance to race, stumbling, down into the ravine. Cyan dust erupted in a trailing puff behind him, sparkling against the backdrop of dozens of Galra fighter jets criss-crossing the golden-orange sky. He could not care less about them right now; he had one thing in mind: getting down there, down to Keith, and he was almost there, and Keith was running too, and—

Lance's boot caught in the thick sand, tripping him and sending him tumbling forward at the last moment, directly into Keith, who exhaled a quick “oof” and wrapped his arms around Lance in a steadying motion even as he staggered backwards from the impact.

“Hey, Sharpshooter,” Keith breathed, and it was soft, and it was good, and Lance instantly felt the tension in his shoulders melt away. “They hurt you?” His grip tightened reflexively as he spoke.

“Mmno,” Lance mumbled, squeezing back in response, hooking his chin securely over Keith's shoulder. “I thought I—” He cut off, licked his lips, started again. “I thought they got you.”

Keith knocked his helmet against Lance's, the clunk temporarily blocking out the cacophony of the war zone around them. “You can't get rid of me that easily.” He inhaled deeply, one hand rubbing soothing circles against Lance's back—though the slight shake of his fingers indicated it was just as much an effort to calm himself as it was to calm Lance. “I'm glad you're okay. Glad you're here.”

The honesty in his voice made Lance pause, pulling his head back just enough to meet Keith's gaze, their helmets still touching. He blinked once, then opened his mouth to reply—

And lifted his arm shield to block an incoming laser bolt from a pack of droids and a Ygorok heading their way.

Both paladins sprang into action, emotion giving way to instinct as they brandished their bayards and entered the fray. Lance felt his fingers curl around his gun before he even realized it had materialized; the familiar weight in his hand was almost as comforting as the sight of Keith before him—a luxury he had almost lost just moments ago.

At least, it was comforting until he realized that Keith was now in melee range of the enemy, clashing with them and—well, admittedly cutting through them like weeds, but that wasn't the point! The point was that Keith was now officially in the Danger Zone, and while normally Lance would enjoy seeing Keith in most places (Keith was easy on the eyes; sue him), the Danger Zone was not on that list.

Blue tinted Lance's vision as he aimed through the scope on his gun, expertly felling a pair of droids in three seconds flat. Their core processing units sizzled as they collapsed to the ground, blaster fire leaving molten holes in their heads. Lance felt a rush of relief as it bought Keith that precious extra breathing room, but he knew better than to dwell on it. He adjusted his aim just in time to see the Ygorok pounce at Keith, knocking him back a step and attempting to clamp down on his arm with its terrible snapping maw.

“Watch it!” Lance shouted, unleashing a torrent of rapid fire shots on the beast, which let out a hideous whinging snarl as its blackened flesh began to smoke from the areas of impact. In a desperate frenzy, it lunged straight for Keith's abdomen, and Lance took the opportunity to lodge a laser bolt right in one of its many soulless eyes. Its jaw unhinged, and the creature let out one last eldritch screech before sinking to the ground and beginning to melt into a disgusting pile of flesh and fur and robotic parts. Whatever biological blasphemy had kept this monster in one piece was clearly unable to continue doing so without the aid of a beating heart. Lance felt his stomach roil.

Keith, however, appeared largely unaffected, judging by the way he simply launched himself back into combat with the next nearest droid. And that sparked a little flicker of annoyance in Lance as he once again took aim.

“Be more careful,” he growled, nailing a droid in the neck with a clean shot. “That thing almost got you.”

Keith grunted as he yanked his sword out of a droid's chest and chopped another one's head off. “I know you've got my back,” he called over his shoulder, turning to face his next opponent and leaving himself exposed to another droid coming up behind him.

Lance let out a wordless noise of frustration and immediately shot down the threat. He opened his mouth to air his grievances, but Keith beat him to it.

“See?” he said, cutting through a metal torso and flashing one of his stupidly attractive smirks. “I trust you, Lance.”

The cadence of his voice and the bluntness of his words left a trail of pink crawling up Lance's neck, all the way to the apples of his cheeks. Was he—he wasn't flirting, right? Keith wouldn't flirt. Right?

Lance tried to hide his blush behind more perfectly aimed shots and a scowl. “Would you quit putting yourself at risk for once, you inconsiderate jerk? I'm gonna have a heart attack!” He was met with another smirk. His blood was running hot now. “And stop doing that! With your mouth! It's distracting!”

And that bastard, while he cut down enemies left and right, had the audacity to smirk wider.

Lance's blood was absolutely boiling now.

“Keith!” he yelled, blasting another droid in the face. “Stop doing that fucking thing or I swear to God I'm gonna scream!” He landed another shot, caught up in the moment, not fully realizing that the number of enemies in their immediate vicinity was rapidly dwindling.

Keith buried his blade in a robotic clavicle and met Lance's eyes over the droid's shoulder. It felt like slow motion as he raised one eyebrow in silent challenge, waited, then let the edge of his lip curl upward tauntingly before ripping his sword back out again and whirling to face the next foe.

Never one to go back on his oaths, Lance did scream.

“Keith Kogane, stop making me want you to kiss me with your stupid mouth!”

Lance's entire body twitched as his own words sunk in. His aim was thrown off; his shot at the last remaining droid merely grazed the visor instead of striking right through. He felt like someone had dunked him in ice water, then pulled him out and left him to air dry.

Keith, for his part, seemed remarkably unfazed. His focus was still on the heat of battle. “Well maybe if you shut your stupid mouth every once in a while,” he retorted in a teasing tone, driving his blade through the jaw of the final droid, “I'd actually be able to do that.”

Lance's breath caught in his throat. The droid collapsed at Keith's feet in a puff of sand, and suddenly everything was still.

It took no more than two-and-a-half seconds of silence for Keith to catch up to the conversation, and when he did, he spun around with wide eyes. “Uh—”

But Lance was already moving, slowly at first, then building momentum until he was running and tearing his helmet off and tossing it to the sand with utter disregard, until he was watching Keith's expression go from alarm to something like confusion and then back to alarm again, until he was grabbing Keith's helmet and pulling it off and gripping it tightly where he let his hands rest behind Keith's head after throwing his arms around the other man's neck, until he was—

Until he was kissing him.

And, oh.

Oh, he was kissing him.

Lance kissed Keith like lightning, like warm wind meeting cold wind in a storm, like wave into rock into wave in a river's rapids. He kissed Keith like an earthquake, like a whole forest engulfed in flames, like a meteorite striking its destination with a blazing and unstoppable finality. He kissed Keith like Keith—wild, reckless, untamed and untameable. Beautiful and devastating. Alive.

Very alive, it seemed. Keith wasted no time in pressing back, meeting Lance with equal vigor, as he always had in everything they did, and as he always would. Keith kissed Lance like he fought Lance in the training room, trading kisses like he traded blows—a constant push and pull; a game of prediction and adaptation and surprise; an unspoken challenge to do more, to give more.

Lance loved it.

He let Keith's helmet slip from his grasp and clatter against the debris on the ground, instead opting to thread his fingers reverently through Keith's sweat-knotted hair. Under any other circumstance, he would have been repulsed, but all he could think of in this moment was getting Keith closer, getting his hands on the crown of Keith's head, feeling the intimacy of exploring this part of Keith that he had never been privy to until now.

Keith, too, seemed similarly inclined to touch. His hands found purchase on Lance's waist, their grip hesitant—until Lance's lips parted involuntarily to let out a small noise. It made Keith desperate to swallow the sound, to elicit another one, and so he wrapped his arms around Lance in earnest and nipped at his lower lip, offering a silent plea with a single swipe of the tongue.

And Lance rewarded his plea with permission: an opening and an offering of his own. He parted his mouth to meet with Keith's, finding a pattern in the chaos, a rhythm to which they both settled, until their movements became languid and lazy and sated. Lance's breath beat in heavy, stuttering gusts against Keith's own in the brief moments when they would part between kisses. Those moments gradually became less brief until the two paladins were simply hovering before one another, their lips barely brushing, their eyes glazed but open, their complexions red with heat.

It was Keith who broke the trance. He placed a single feather-light kiss on Lance's bitten lips, then gently nudged his face past the other's, letting his flushed cheek come to rest against Lance's. And then, with his mouth pressed tantalizingly close to Lance's ear, he said in a breathless, soft whisper:

“There's a pack of Ygorok advancing on our location.”

Lance blinked slowly, his fuzzy brain struggling to process what Keith was saying. He gave a low hum in response, then furrowed his brows and paused.

Wait.

In an instant, Lance's eyes flew wide open. “What?!” He attempted to yank himself backwards, but Keith's grip tightened on his waist, holding Lance flush against him. “Keith!” Lance leaned his torso back as far as he could, smacking his hands against Keith's chest plate. “Keith!” No response aside from a breathy chuckle. “Keithkeithkeithkeithkeith—”

Keith snickered and tugged Lance back in, pressing a loud, smacking kiss to his cheek before releasing and stepping around him, bayard drawn. By the time Lance had turned around, Keith was already rushing forward to meet the pack of Ygorok, fighting with renewed energy, slamming his shield into one's slavering jowls and driving his sword through the roof of another one's mouth.

Lance gaped after him for a moment, cheek tingling, until a stray laser bolt whizzed past his nose. He yelped, fumbling with his bayard for a moment before getting his limbs to finally cooperate long enough for him to get a few good shots off.

“You asshole! Stop distracting me!” he shrieked, shooting a hole through a soft spot on a Ygorok's throat. “You're a hazard! You hear me? A hazard!” He huffed and shot another Ygorok in the leg, preventing it from jumping over the corpse of its fellow.

But Keith just laughed that rough, raspy laugh of his; glanced to the sky, where three familiar flashes of blue, green, and yellow appeared, metallic roars announcing their arrival; and with that stupid, stupid smirk on his face, said, “I'll make it up to you later.”

And he did.

#klance #wHEEEWWW can i just say i hate tumblr copy paste system #i had to go through!!!! this whole 4k fic!!!! and re italicize EVERYTHING!!!!#im mad but whats new i guess #anyway hope u enjoy i slaved over this for way longer than i should have #maybe i went overboard with the metaphors idk sometimes i wanna be a poet and it slips into my fics #thank you for the prompt! i enjoyed writing this despite what my complaining might lead u to believe #i promise i really did have fun im just a naturally whiny person #lance be like: mood #fanfic #quacksense #lavender letters

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Blood Red Heat and Black Shadows prt 30

Paused before the wall, nervousness ran through the team. Pike was held protectively against Keith in a silent agreement as Lance’s alpha Keith had the right to be the one to feel Lance’s warmth one last time should something go wrong. Meeting eyes, they all pushed aside that deep gut rolling feeling, reaching out as a team to place their hands against the wall. This time when the memories flowed, they all felt and experienced the same memories. Memories of the times Lance had hurt their feelings. Their feelings flowing into each other in the closest thing Keith had felt to a mind meld since the last time Coran had bossed them into team bonding and the castle had been lost. Gradually and surely, the feelings changed, those dark memories shifting to softer times as a pack. Lance’s pride in his pack. His frustrations over when their dynamics flared and he wanted to smack their heads together. His embarrassment over the things they did that made his beta side acted too omega like, swooning with pride for his pack as he stomped it down... and god... so many feelings. He’d truly liked Allura. Seeing Lotor steal her heart hurt, but his feelings for Keith had been just as intense. Memories of reaching out to Keith only to find no reply. Memories of Lance fighting with Red. The idiot promising Red he’d find him a new Paladin on Earth if he just stuck with Lance a little longer.

It was a lot. It was more than a lot. Everything flittering through like drops of rain, something they couldn’t quite grab onto before it was gone. Maybe it was bad of him not to focus on everything. Lance’s hurt and Lance’s love... it meant more than his moments... even if now his pack understood what happened with Kuron. Lance really did love him. He loved all of them. There

The terrain beneath them trembled. The dirt turning to smooth grass, as they fell into each other. Holding tight as a team, they all knew they had a whole damn lot they needed to talk about, but it was like a breath of fresh air had hit the team. Keith felt lighter for it. Pike, hadn’t returned to Lance, but his eyes were open now, all of them kind of crushing the fellinwere in a pack cuddle.

“Jesus Fucking Christ. Can we stop with the team memories already. We get it. We sucked! We hear you game! We sucked and we know it!”

Keith snorted at Pidge’s rant, which was promptly followed by Shiro smacking her upside the back of her head

“What was that for?”

Shiro cleared his throat, only his brother could make one word sound both apologetic and indifferent at the same time

“Habit”

“Well stop it. I’m getting a permanent dent in the back of my head from all the times you’ve hit me”

“Maybe you should have learned your lesson by now”

“You’re not my pack leader. Our pack leader swears as much as I do”

“Yes, well. He’s... a handful too. Pike, are you okay?”

Pike was crying. Keith pulling him back as the hug mutually dissolved

“Pike?”

Pike rubbed at his arm, Keith drawing him close and kissing his temple

“Sorry. Feeling a lot right now. We did suck as a team... I didn’t do a very good job playing my part”

“Pike. This game is shit. Don’t let it get you down now that you’re back on your feet”

Shiro didn’t smack Pidge this time, though Pidge did duck in anticipation. Pike gave a small nervous laugh

“It really is awful. I’m feeling better now. I felt like I was fading away before”

Keith didn’t like the sound of that. The expression on their pack mates faces said they didn’t either

“Babe, what do you mean?”

“I don’t know... like I disappearing. Like I was on the outside of my body and I might not ever be back inside. I felt Meklavar holding me, but I just didn’t have the strength to open my eyes”

Keith and Shiro traded a glance. The walls of the maze hadn’t dropped, but they didn’t have time for that now. Pike didn’t have time for that now

“Block, I want you and Vala to watch Pike. Pike, you feel yourself slipping, you tell us. Gyro, you and Meklavar watch behind in case the podium triggers something. We have no choice but to double time it”

“What... wait...”

Keith kissed Pike’s hair, cutting off his boyfriend’s objections

“We’re getting out of here with you. You feel faint or tired, you tell us”

Keith’s task wasn’t the best for the distracted Paladin. Five large bots like the ones they used to have in the castle training room formed from thin air, landing to surround him as a blade formed on the podium

“Dark!”

Pike called his name out, the bots circled everyone, not just him. Was this Lance’s fear? A memory bleeding into his task? Did his boyfriend fear a situation where Keith would have to protect them all with his blade without them able to help? Something had changed from sharing their memories, they’d all felt the earth shift

“Guys, watch each other!”

Running towards the first bot, the other bots moved faster than any of the levels had trained to. Like the castle bots, they worked together, not giving him any opportunities to gain ground. With the others behind him, namely Pike, he couldn’t focus enough on the fight here. Throwing himself down, Keith skidded beneath the bot to his left, rolling and taking off, trying to put distance between his pack and the fight. If he fucked up, he didn’t want Pike seeing him hurt.

Making it to the maze corner before the bots, he had the advantage now. They were forced to face him without having him surrounded. Patience might yield focus, yet he was all out of patience. With how courageous Pike had been, he half expected his boyfriend to come running and leap up on the back of one of them as he screamed about not touching his boyfriend. Lance might have a million and one fears, but he was pretty bad arse when he set his mind to it. He’d always kind of been that way. What kind of idiot uses their body to protect a man from an explosion when they’d barely even met? His idiot. Being a Paladin again meant he no longer felt the extra welling of strength that came with being a Barbarian. No, he felt stronger thinking of Lance and the life waiting for them outside of the game. His omega. His mate. He didn’t know how to court, but he was sure Lance would tell him along the way. Their pack was stronger than ever. Their omega would be there to keep them all in line... He had to kill the bots to take his life back.

It was a frenzied fight. Keith threw all he could at the bots, even when they literally picked him up and threw him down. He’d smacked his head hard enough for blood to be oozing from somewhere on his forehead, been kicked in the ribs hard enough to feel like something was broken in there, but every time he went down, he pushed himself back up. The pack had made it this far and he wasn’t about to let them down. Mirroring Lance’s gargoyle move, he’d leapt on the back on a bot, its companion downing it as it tried to swing at him. Using the strength he could, the bot toppled into the second, Keith driving his sword down into his mechanical head, almost wishing Pike could see how much of a suitable mate he was... but then again, Pike had always believed in him. Lance had always believed in him. Even when he couldn’t believe in himself.

As the third and forth bots went down, the team finally appeared at the end of the maze corridor. Being the idiot he was, he found himself smiling at Pike being on his feet. He really was terribly cute, hands on his swollen stomach as he scowled at Keith for running off. Keith knew he was in trouble for getting hurt, but he didn’t care. The last bot was his, and he wasn’t holding anything back. Dodging the blow aimed at him, Keith drove his blade through the bots chest, electricity crackling briefly before the bot vanished and he was left swaying on the spot, the blade in his hand disintegrated into thin air.

Letting himself flop down to catch his breath, he smiled that his task was done, despite feeling like warmed up quiznak from being hit. Kicked in the leg, he opened his eyes to find it’d been Pidge. Her hands on her hips as she glared at him

“I’m okay”

“You don’t look okay. What were you thinking?! We’re a team!”

“I was thinking of your safety”

Pidge kicked him in the leg again

“I’m going to have to beat that nonsense out of you. I know it was your trail but you scared us the way you bolted”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know if they’d go for you, and I know you guys can handle yourselves, but I was the only one with a weapon”

“That doesn’t mean...”

Pidge stalled as Shiro placed his hand on her shoulder

“That’s enough. He made the same call I would have. Are you okay, kiddo?”

Pidge glared up at Shiro. Keith knew she would have made the same choice too. They all cared about each other not to

“I’ll be okay... they got me, but it’ll heal”

Finally catching up, Pike waddled over, tail flicking and ears down

“What the fuck was that?”

Keith flinched. It was different coming from Pike

“I know. I’m stupid”

“We agreed to be a team”

“I know... I look worse than I feel”

“That’s nice to know because you look like a moron. Seriously, if I were pregnant, I would have gone into labour over that. Don’t ever do that to me again”

Pike reached his hand out, Keith taking it. Letting himself be pulled up, his boyfriend kissed the wound on his head

“I’m mad at you”

“I know you are”

“You always do this”

“I know”

“I hate that I feel the same way... and I hate that I would have made the same choice. We’re all awful at this...”

Keith tried not to let his sore ribs show as he wrapped his arm around Pike, forcing a laugh

“We are. I’m okay, and my trial is over now”

“I’m still going to kick your arse later”

“Just not my leg. Pidge kicked me twice”

Pike huffed at him

“I should have done the same. Stupid belly”

“It’s not a stupid belly”

Pike huffed again, crossing his arms and looking cranky

“Right. Next time you can be the one waddling around and I’ll be the cool one”

“Awww, babe. You think I’m cool”

Pike threw his hands in the air

“Why am I dating you? You’re impossible”

“Actually, I’m Keith”

Their whole group groaned. Shiro managing to look disappointed in him for his lameness. Pidge had had enough, gesturing as she spoke

“This right here is why they’re dating. Two halves of the same damn idiot”

“Guys, maybe we should keep moving? I don’t want the bots to come back in another wave”

Hunk worried his pointed fingers together, Allura nodding at his words

“Though I do not believe they will, we should aim to reach the next trail as soon as possible”

Shiro backed her up

“Vala is right. Dark, you’ll fall into the middle with Pike seeing your injured. Block, you take lead”

Hunk nodded, the big guy being brave despite the shit storm that was this labyrinth. Shooting them a “Dad” smile, Shiro seemed relieved they hadn’t squabbled over the formation change

“Okay. Let’s go!”

The terrain remained level between Keith’s task and Shiro’s. The outside of the podium white, and through logic, it could only be Shiro’s task. For Keith things weren’t going that great. Things were blurry, and Pike definitely knew he was injured. As they reached the podium, Keith stumbled, Pidge moving to his side to prop him back up

“You’re hurt, aren’t you?”

Torn between the need to get out the labyrinth and the newfound rekindled team trust, Keith chose his team, knowing he’d make them mad

“I messed up my ribs... rather, they did. And I’m a bit light headed...”

“You idiot, you should have said. Not cool, babe”

Pike sighing at him didn’t make him feel better. Pretty much what he’d expected from his boyfriend. Softly, Hunk asked

“Dude, are you going to be okay to continue?”

And stubbornly Keith replied

“I’ll be fine...”

Letting his sentence hang, Keith realised Pike was already staring at the podium, and not at him... Was it weird he expected more concern?

“Pike?”

“Block, you and Vala take look at his chest, he might need his ribs bound for now. Meklavar, you stand guard. I’ll help Gyro with his task”

Pidge straight away replied

“We don’t know what his task is”

“This is Gyro. He’s pretty amazing with his observations. I know I’m not as smart as you guys, but you’ve got more mobility than I do thanks to this stomach. Use Block’s headband for his ribs. Gyro, we need you to start your task”

Keith was going to blame the head wound for the spike of desire he felt in his stomach. Pike was hot when he was in command, and his boyfriend’s tone left no room for argument if they knew what was good for them. Lance was always good at knowing what needed to be done, he wasn’t great at communicating it though, but that was because he constantly second guessed himself. Pike knew this, being an aspect of Lance after all. As pack leader, Lance would share the position as his mate. Lance might think himself lacking, but Keith knew otherwise. Lance had kept them together for so long, while keeping his secret. Keith might be backwards on omegas, but he knew Lance’s nature would make him the kind of pack mother they needed. Him being more in touch with his omega side would only draw out the better aspects once the others accepted Lance was in a courting relationship with their pack leader. Drawing his brow, Keith wasn’t sure his thoughts were actually making sense as he tried to think on it harder. He hadn’t contradicted Pike on his self insult and now he couldn’t quite work out why when his boyfriend was so smart.

“Shut up. You’re not allowed to put yourself down”

Scolded by Pidge, Pike snorted, holding his hands up in surrender

“Okay. Okay. But it’s probably going to take a bit”

“I’ll have to add beating you up to my daily list of jobs. I’ve already got to beat the self sacrifice out of Dork”

Pike snorted again, the sound completely different as this was tinged with sadness

“You’d have better luck getting the pearl out of me than getting him under control”

“Don’t belittle my fist of love”

Pike out on a solemn tone

“I would never. Maybe don’t break it out it until once we’ve passed the Labyrinth? We can’t carry him if you’ve beaten him up too much”

“Fiiiiiiine. Dark, you’re lucky Pike’s here to protect you”

“I know I am. You’re fierce for a gremlin”

“Damn right I am. Now shut it and cooperate”

Keith tried to watch Shiro’s task over Pidge’s shoulder. There floating lights that flashed brightly in different colours. As he couldn’t see the podium, Keith didn’t know what the lights meant, only that they seemed to flash rhythmically. Deciding to wrap his ribs, Hunk’s bandanna didn’t reach around enough, flimsy and hardly worth being tied around him. Licking her thumb, Pidge rubbed at the tender spot on his head, their Pidgeon seemed to be taking her revenge with the hardness of her rubbing, Keith knew better than to mention it, lest she rub harder. Closing his eyes, they felt liked only just closed before Allura let out a cheer, clapping and obviously happy Shiro had passed his task

“Well done you two! Pike, that was quite impressive”

“That was all Shiro”

“You need to take the praise. Shiro would have missed that third yellow had you not pointed it out”

“He did all the hard work”

Pike sounded embarrassed, Keith forcing his eyes open in an attempt to see what kind of expression his boyfriend was making. Allura was in the way, so he couldn’t see, disappointingly

“You both worked hard. Congratulations!”

Shiro’s voice joined in to back up Allura, praising Pike

“Pike, she is right. You did well to memorise the order”

“It’s nothing... you get used to it when your... well. It’s nothing compared to the observations you make”

“Don’t sell yourself so short. That was a hard sequence. You’re the one who pointed out that the loop seemed to restart without a pause”

“On the third time through”

Lance sounded disappointed in how long it’d taken, Shiro brushing it off

“I was waiting for that break. And that yellow, I was sure it only flashed the twice”

“It pulsed really fast the second time. Anyway, how’s Dark. What’s the prognosis?”

Deflection. Pike had come a long way, he still has so much healing to do as Lance. Pidge let out a long sigh, kicking Keith in the boot lightly before answering

“He’ll live. Bruised ribs, and a concussion, I’d say. Those bots weren’t holding back”

“Babe! You need to speak up. I’ll help him, heaven knows what’ll be coming up next.

15 minutes to solve a colour puzzle, somewhere out there someone is laughing”

Keith couldn’t have been sitting that long. It hadn’t felt like 15 minutes of his life had been spent sitting on the ground being poked at. There was that strange feeling of it being longer and shorter at the same time

“What exactly was the task?”

Hunk frowned at him as he tilted his head

“Dark, bud, weren’t you listening?”

He was. He simply wanted to be sure in case these tasks had some kind of later relevance

“Repeating lights?”

“Don’t scare us like that. I thought your concussion was worse than I realised”

He had to stop worrying Pidge

“Sorry, Meklavar. I couldn’t see... over you. That and your amazing medical aid”

Pidge scowled, Keith not forgiven despite the sucking up

“It was a repeating sequence of flashing colours that Gyro had to press the corresponding colours on the podium. 5 different colours and 13 lights”

Hunk corrected her

“17 lights”

“It was definitely 13”

Pike pushed his way between the pair, stopping to stand with his hands on his hips, pushing his stomach out to stretch his back. So cute... Pike was so cute

“Don’t listen to them. They’re both wrong. There were 18 lights in a loop, flashing at different speeds and in different spaces. How are you feeling?”

About the same as he had, maybe a tad worse because he’d had to take his armour off then get the damn pieces back on

“Meklavar and Block did what they could. What about you?”

“My back really freakin’ hurts... I have a whole new appreciation for my mum”

Keith could only sympathised, before his brother surprised him by saying

“Just wait until you and Dark have children.... if they’re as active as the pair of you, you’ll be in for a handful”

Pike’s ears flatted, arms crossing to “hide” his belly, as he bit his bottom lip

“Don’t scare him. Babe, you’re okay”

“Yeah. We better go though”

Holding his hands out, Hunk and Allura helped Keith up. Keith then holding his hand out, Pike shuffling over to him as he stared at his feet. The others didn’t get what was going on in Pike’s head, but Keith did. Kissing Pike’s hair, the fellinwere sighed softly, Keith reassuring him

“Only a little bit further. Then we��ll be out this stupid place”

“Yeah... Are you sure you’re okay to move?”

“I’ll be okay, all the better now you’re beside me”

Pike blushed softly, though he didn’t lose his distant look

“Babe, we’ve come this far. We’ll work it all out together”

“I know... I’m really nervous about what’s waiting for us”

“The trials should be over now...”

“You know that’s not what I mean”

“Yeah... It’s no use worrying for now. Let’s get moving. I want to get out of this place as soon as possible”

“Me too. I don’t like it here”

Pike meant he didn’t like his head being open for anyone to access his memories... not that they were going to. Lifting his boyfriend’s right hand of his belly, Keith kissed the back off it

“I promise we’ll get through it together”

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runningwithhellhounds · 5 years ago

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Pidge is fourteen. She and Keith are pressed against the Garrison wall, both a little breathless despite not having moved for half an hour. The memoir is taking place on the other side of the wall, outside, beautiful day. They can hear everything. This is the first time she's alone with Keith. It's funny how a sentiment brings you closer instantly; a tragedy to call this all-consuming loss a sentiment.

''I could sneak you in, at the end,'' Keith offers, seventeen and blood simmering.

''No. I don't want to see his face,'' she says and immediately feels horrible.

She draws a forever sign in the dry soil and it intensifies her pure agony like she thought it would. She stretches her long socks further past her ankles, hair still long and tied into low buns. She doesn't feel like herself. Her brother was a half of her self-definition.

''It is now appropriate to pause for a moment to reflect on the huge impact the crew will continue to have on humanity’s aspirations. We extend our deepest sympathy to everyone inspired by their spirit.''

Dust is rising from where Keith is thumping his fists on the ground with a devastating frequency. His eyes are clenched.

''Hey,'' she says, lowly. Collecting ignition to continue, firestarter petroleum oozy. But Keith says, ''Yeah.''

He splays his hands on the ground. Looks up, continues looking up. It's too bright for that to be comfortable. She fixates on the bruises on his knuckles and the blood around his fingernail.

''You have blood on your fingernail,'' she says. Keith brings his hands up, stoic and turmoiling at the same time. ''Right thumb,'' she says.

They have come up with a post-mortem communication code, okay? Matt said if one of them died and became a ghost, they would knock three glasses over. It's so so horrible. Keith lays a hand atop of her head.

''Perhaps this is the nature of heroism. Striving to achieve something that is beyond our ability. Even being the best doesn’t protect you from errors. Perhaps that in itself honours space and space exploration.''

Keith clenches his fists again. He had said Shiro would never. He’s too good for errors.

''I guess,'' she swallows, ''I guess we are the only ones who—'' The only ones with this erroneous feeling. This fucking mistaken grief. ''Who believe in them more than that,'' she finishes.

''Well, that's awkward,'' Keith jokes. They smile at each other, vaporous.

''We will now play a special song – the last song recommendation Matthew Holt sent to our station on Earth. Panic Vertigo by The Wrecks.''

Oh no, she thinks. Her mind spills into a stream of no no no, when Keith growls: ''Let's get the fuck away.''

He's already dusting off. He doesn't offer a hand and Pidge is grateful.

At fourteen, the Garrison is holding a memoir for the lost crew and Pidge’s hands feel unstable when she drinks from glasses. On the way to the ceremony, she and Keith climbed off his motorbike at a gas station made for boys like Keith, rogue, creases of their jeans sharp, boots strangely clean. Keith bought them canned coke and she was grateful.

She's pulling a yellow pepper apart, thinking, quite uselessly: maybe the illusion of strength stems from weakness. She squished it until it cracked and now the seeds are falling on the counter.

She's a half of a person. But, in contrast to the missing half, an idea is forming within her. In contrast to the missing half, Enceladus is still her favourite moon. It helps her think: Keith, from whom she hasn't heard for weeks, is a cyrovolcano. And she won't remain a flyby. She'll be a rover.

She calls the Garrison three times to reach him and carries her phone as a weight in her pocket for three days before he returns the call, bleeding apprehension.

''Hello?''

''Keith,'' she says, solemn. ''Keith. Can you steal something for me?''

Pidge is fifteen and a boy called Lance makes her doubt her insight all over.

She stops in a corridor when she sees him now, well past sleep-time. Lance hovers two fingers above the skin of a girl's hand. His eyes flicker to hers, watchful, intent.

''How does that feel?'' he mutters with a ghosting smile.

''You're not touching me,'' the girl says through the teeth of her grin. Lance smiles elastically in a way that makes Pidge feel like she can snap.

The girl clears her throat, mouth a contour of a smile, and then Lance, too, turns. The girl pulls her hair in a tail, then releases, and Pidge watches it swing behind her back.

''Hi,'' Pidge says, ''Lance.''

''Hi, Pidge.'' He grins, pulls the girl's hand behind his back and holds it there with both hands. ''Look at that. Won't tell if you won't.''

Pidge runs her fingers through the hair at her nape. She thought familiarisation would come more slowly. Not letting go of the girl's hand, Lance pulls a key ring from his pocket, spins it around his finger. It's something kitsch, lowbrow and vibrant and nostalgic. She isn't like that. He's vibrant and she compares herself to extraterrestrial objects.

''Won't tell if you won't,'' she repeats.

She can't fall asleep, just keeps thinking, defined, almost geometrical thoughts. It's often like this. She just lies frustrated.

She thought it would be easy, that she would uncover the assembly of concepts of her and re-cover them with a new sheet. Instead, she is stuck. What drives science forward is the universality of laws. Eyes open, duvet light on her chest, she is stuck. Can't go forward. She can't develop herself, no universal laws apply.

A week ago she broke a plastic fork without meaning to and didn’t know what that meant.

Lance walks into the dark dining hall where Pidge sits slouched and they both start.

''Oh, uh, hey. Pidge. Wow, right? I didn't know the dining hall was unlocked at night, but looks like you've known. What are you reading?''

She glances down at her tablet. She's coordinating outputs of Garrison detectors. The device on the backside of the tablet is reading the academy’s data analyses. Lance comes close enough for its light illuminate him and she tilts the tablet away from him, towards her stomach.

''Wikipedia,'' she lies. He grins.

''Is this referring to your, what it that, a tablet?'' he points at the special offer sticker in the corner of her tablet that she scraped from a sandwich wrapping.

''No,'' she says, ''It’s referring to me.''

''Yeah? How so?''

How funny that a person so whole is asking her this. ''You want me to tell you why I think I'm special?''

''Sure,'' Lance crosses his arms.

Her neck cracks when she tips her head up. Maybe this: she has, in a way, cracked all the joints in her body, cracked her everything, new shape recuperating under the always-loose clothes. Who is she? Primordial soup of a person. Chemically potent. An isomer inverted. And can’t stop thinking about that. The transition, the hoax, has made her the embodiment of metacognition.

''I cognise about my cognition,'' she says. Lance’s eyebrows shoot up and it makes her want to cross out her answer. ''I’ll find aliens,'' she covers up. Something less irritating, less out of reach, and no less sincere. Lance beams, whole body moving illogically with enthusiasm.

''Me too! Man,'' he says, closer now, and Pidge concludes magnetism attracts him to things, never repels. ''Please tell me you have a plan. Humanity has lived so long without aliens, it’s time.'' He straightens up with intent. ''Are you going to cognise something for the Garrison? Or, I mean, if we can reach Kerberos. I mean. Maybe we’ll have the tech to go further just when I’m allowed to fly higher than fifty thousand feet.''

''Yeah, well. Icarus only flew too close to the sun because his wings were shit.'' Lance grins, but then tilts his head.

''You look upset,'' Lance says – because he seems to live on the outside of himself. She shakes her head. Typing tempestuously from her home floorboards, she thought: the Garrison would be a she-unknown zone. She’d be a hoax, and people wouldn’t know her. But actually, no. She can give what she can give.

''Some officers don't take girls seriously,'' she says.

''Oh,'' Lance sounds surprised. ''Is there someone you like?''

''No. That girl, what's her name? Do you take her seriously?''

''The one from the hallway?'' Lance asks and it makes her feel infinitely worse. ''Whoa, dude. Yes, I take Alleine seriously. I'm not just, I don't know, playing. I have respect.''

She sweeps her electronic chips into a pile on the tabletop. She’s not trying to be inflammatory. She just feels her bedrock being attacked.

''They have internal worlds too, you know.''

''Dude. I know.'' He folds his arms and she doesn’t know what to say. He half-laughs, looking to the side, arms unfolding. Okay, adventure over for tonight. See you around. Nice talking to you, Pidge.''

''Lance,'' she calls. He turns, tilts his head a little. ''I like your confidence. Keep it up.''

''I like yours,'' Lance smiles, just by the door, when the door swings open, an officer stepping in.

''Ah,'' Lance breathes. Straightens up. ''Sir.''

''Good evening, cadets,'' an officer Pidge doesn’t know barely glances at her before settling on Lance. Crypsis, she thinks. ''McClain. Are you testing the admissions?''

Lance takes in the scattered electronics, glances at Pidge. ‘’I — Pidge was teaching me, sir. About – structural aircraft repair procedures. After today's simulation I thought I could benefit from it, and I feel – devoted—'' he stumbles over devoted three times, and she feels her body jerk. Lance looks horrified.

''Bring your devotion to class tomorrow. And don’t test academy rules. Two minutes to clear up.'' Lance keeps his eyes on him as he leaves, breathing in slowly. Shiro was a Garrison commander and she has met him twice. She’s sure Shiro would use euphemisms.

''Jesus fucking Christ,'' Lance says.

''Whatever you want to believe in,'' she replies. Lance huffs.

In her head, she once calls her inner voice her articulatory control system. Then thinks: that’s enough. Her insight told her that this person-creation would lead her further than any human has ever been. And her insight is good: she’s picking up data she doesn’t know what to do with. That’s good. Her insight was a carefully crafted thing and she absolutely loves that Matt and Keith are the two people who'd never tell her you're overthinking this. It’s for them. She doesn’t own three glasses, because she believes: in Matt, in herself.

It’s her foresight that can’t be trusted much. She talks to Lance and doesn’t feel very real. Maybe she should start listening to music.

''Hunk,'' Lance says, back straight and voice loud, ''do you know Pidge? He's a romantic.''

''I'm not a romantic,'' she snaps, climbing carefully over the bench with her tray. Hunk is sitting opposite of Lance and now scoots along the bench and ends up in front of her. His relaxed arms, elbows on the table and hands clasped, look warm.

''Sounds like a compliment, but. Lance, you dick, what did you do?''

Lance grins while chewing. Like Michael Jackson. ''I meant it positively. But I still trade these bad boys—'' he lifts a bottle of juice, ''to compensate. Want, Pidge?''

''No. Yes,'' she snatches it Lance’s hands. She likes the knowing between him and Hunk. It’s different from her, and from Keith. They are both somehow not old enough for it, maybe; don’t have enough real niceties.

''These were out when I was a child, can’t believe I’m getting them in my dream school, too,'' Hunk says. ''Like, the smell. Smells like childhood.''

Treat and threat are such similar words, she thought while drinking coke on a curb with Keith, smelling her way into childhood. And now she thinks it again.

''Good god,'' she jerks, her fork screeching against the plate.

''Whoa. You doing okay?''

''Yeah,'' she clears her throat, a cover-up, a swallow-down. Before her insides disseminate. ''I just lost track of – time,'' she finishes lamely.

''Oh,'' Hunk says. ''Track of time is a good thing to lose. If I were to lose something,'' he smiles.

Lance chews like a Hollywood star and isn’t afraid of heights and she is volatile. But maybe she’s past the impact-heavy stage of moon formation. Pidge is fifteen, her hair is short, and she’s the first microorganisms bursting to life. She’s the detection of some geothermal activity. Still uncertain, but onto something.

They are perched and tense above the extraterrestrial sample curation building. It's the most perfect of surprises. It's Shiro.

She breathes in. She sends the location to Keith, the rushed word: Shiro. Coordination and causation are her blood type, after all. It's nothing new, to be an in-group spy. An infiltrator. They all start at the explosions.

''No way,'' Lance says, strained, hype-high. ''That guy is always trying to one-up me!''

The desert-night wind cools the sweat at her hairline to a suggestion of a headache. It's all happening very fast. When she speaks, it's taut and dusty.

''Who?''

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#voltron fic #voltron lance #voltron pidge #voltron keith #vld fic #fic

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i-write-shakespeare-not-disney · 5 years ago

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Director’s Commentary- Fragile Hearts, Pidge finds Keith’s location

I MISSED THIS STORYYYYY

Hunk frowned, but got up to bring her the laptop. She turned it on and searched the website, happy to see that Hunk already had the same software she’d downloaded on her own computer for occasional hacking. “What are you doing?” he asked, leaning over to look over her shoulder.

“I’m figuring out where Keith’s at.”

“What?”

Pidge used the pictures to trace the locations, finding places she’d never even known existed. Keith had really gone into the most obscure places.

“Honeycomb, he could be anywhere at this point, finding the photo locations won’t- is that a government website?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she answered. I liked this whole bit of banter because for me it was an allusion to how they were when they were young. And how certain aspects really stay with a person. Plus I just thought it was funny.

“In a few years, I’m gonna be visiting you in a federal prison, aren’t I?”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll get caught. I’m offended.”

“Well- whoa, what the hell?” Pidge had managed to pull up a file on Keith. “How…?”

“We were paladins. We fought aliens. You think the government isn’t keeping tabs on us?” Hunk grabbed his food and pulled his chair to sit closer to Pidge as she scrolled. “Jesus Christ. He’s been to over 100 countries. And even more cities and towns.”

“Is that his permanent address?”

“It’s what’s listed, but he hasn’t been there in over a year,” she muttered under her breath.

“This is borderline stalking.”

Pidge looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. “Everything we’ve been through, you’re drawing the line at this?” Another little funny jab.

Hunk laughed and shook his head. “Absolutely not. My girl’s a fucking genius.” Hunk drinks his respect women juice AND he loves his smart and powerful gf, these are the only type of het couples who are VALID. Pidge winked and returned to the screen. “What about a phone number?”

“There’s a house phone listed. No cellphone. God, why is he a real life cryptid, what the fuck?” I know there’s some like... fandom joke about Keith being a cryptid and such. I was never into it, but I felt like it fit the situation here. Keith’s constant moving is really just a state of constant running away and keeping busy.

“Maybe Lance is right. Maybe he doesn’t want to be found. He doesn’t have any family on Earth, there’s no one for him to stay in contact with.”

“We were his family! We spent all that time together, building relationships, fighting a war, and we created our own family. We all wanted to be found, you, me, Lance. Keith does too.” Everyone always has the bond between Keith and Lance, but I loved the fact that Keith bond was strong with everyone. He’s not a plus one to Lance in Hunk and Pidge’s eyes, he’s someone they also love and care about. And I really want that to show in this story. Her fingers flew over the keys almost maniacally. “There. If a former paladin is traveling, you can count on our government following them. He last made it to… Attu island.” I had to research the most obscure places. Like. It was wild.

“Holy shit. You actually found him.”

“Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I mean I knew you would, just not that fast.” Pidge shrugged. There was a beat of silence, where they both stared at the name of the island on the screen. “Lance doesn’t even know if he wants to contact him though. I don’t think you should tell him yet. Let him sort out what he’s feeling.”

Pidge took a breath and eventually resigned, nodding her head and exiting the site. But she made a note in her phone of Keith’s website before finally dropping the subject fully.

Hunk wrapped an arm around her. They finished their food in silence, Pidge leaning against Hunk as they both tried to let all the new information sink in. This brings them back to their present. The hacking was a nod at who they were and what they did in the past. This part shows them coming back to this mundane life of silence and takeout.

It was strange to believe that just a few hours ago, she had told Hunk she loved him for the first time. It was a moment she thought would have been big and dramatic, probably said in front of the Bellagio, and honestly, said by Hunk first. Of course, he did say it first, but she didn’t know that.

Now she was reeling with the fact that Lance had managed to find Keith. It was concerning that he was so hung up on finding him that he managed it, but… Pidge was the one hacking government files for information. And now they knew where he was. It’s a definite struggle (especially because I was writing TNR at the same time as this) not to let this story get too far in Keith and Lance because the focus is Hunk and Pidge. When Keith does get brought in, it needs to be in light of Pidge, not Lance.

Maybe it was the fact that she didn’t have much of her blood family left. All she had was Matt. The prospect of getting her space family back together felt like a necessity. To get them all back in her life, to build that support they should have been for each other from the start.

But Hunk was right. Shiro had gone under the radar with some work for the Garrison, and Keith obviously didn’t want anyone contacting him. She wondered if they missed each other. They’d been practically brothers after all. She wondered if Keith had been living through acquaintances this entire time. Five years bouncing from place to place… it couldn’t have given him time for friends, much less a relationship as Lance feared. She wondered if Shiro was okay, and if she could maybe bring herself to go back to the Garrison, if only to see him again.

Then she began to wonder about Allura and Coran. If they had rebuilt their lives, if they remembered the paladins, if Allura ever thought of them or if Coran still called her Number Five when or if he ever talked about her.

And suddenly she was crying. She hated how often she was starting to do that, and ever since Matt pointed it out, she realized it really did happen more when she wasn’t at school. This is going to come into play in future chapters. Where Keith bounces around to run away, from his past, Pidge very much used schoolwork for that. In a way it made sense because at school she wasn’t surrounded by reminders or talking about the memories. But she also didn’t want it to be a bad thing because she loved being with Hunk and Lance and Matt. She was creating new memories with them.

“Oh, Pidge, come here,” Hunk murmured, pulling her from the chair and taking her to the couch where he could properly cuddle her.

“I miss them so much,” she whispered, wiping her eyes and trying to force herself to stop crying. She’d never cried this much even as a teen in a war. It was ridiculous.

“I know. I miss them too.” Hunk scratched her head soothingly, bringing her in closer. “We’re always going to hold on to pieces from our past. And honestly, knowing Keith? It seems like he’s been running from it. It won’t be long before he has to face it. For all we know, he’s just as strung up on Lance as Lance is on him.” He is. Very much so.

“How did we all make things so difficult for ourselves? We should have stuck together.” I know there’s a lot of posts about how it doesn’t make sense for found families to go their merry ways after it’s all over, and I wanted to show that here. That even though they were all working through trauma and trying to start over, they shouldn’t have split up.

“We all needed different things, Pidge. We just have to take it step by step.” She nodded and held onto him tighter, letting the rise and fall of his chest soothe her. “Hey.” She looked up at him. “I love you.”

Pidge smiled and bit her lip. “That’s the first time you’ve said it in English,” she whispered. He smiled at her. “I love you too.” But I mean... people who are meant to be together and who love each other will always find their way back to each other. And they’re older now, they’ll now what to do this time.

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voltronseatbelts · 6 years ago

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Untitled Bounty Hunter AU Excerpt

Summary:

Someone put a bounty on Keith Kogane’s head. Space grifter Lance McClain intends to collect that, but nobody told him exactly who he’s delivering to the doorstep of the Galra Empire. And just how cute his ass is.

Word Count: 1.7k

Rating: Mature

Keith keeps a hand in Lance's coat pocket as they trudge through the whistling snow. Lance grins wickedly under the scarf pulled over his nose from the bar to Blue, only widening when Keith crowds against his back as he fumbles with the keys.

"Your ship uses keys?" Keith asks incredulously, but his voice is gruff against the wind and sends a thrill down Lance's spine.

"Hey, she's a high-functioning antique. I take spectacular care of her, so I won't have you insulting my Blue," Lance says as the door finally swings open. He turns around in Keith's arms and steps inside backwards, tugging him along.

It's a right fucking shame, really, this night won't actually end how Keith's dark smirk clearly wants it to. And, evidently, how the zipping under Lance's skin wants when Keith shuts out the Zarian tundra and pulls Lance in by his waist.

Like, the first time Lance finds someone who’s not covered in fur or frightening claws, someone who oddly looks so much like him, and he has other plans. What the fuck, fate?

This Keith Kogane is by no means an inexperienced kisser. It's evident in the way he angles them, bites at Lance's lower lip to trick him into slipping some good old tongue in. Lance groans into it, even as they hastily shed off their outer layers and Lance guides them--trips them--towards the back of the ship.

He breaks away at the short set of stairs leading to the lower deck and drags Keith down by his wrist. Blue kind of lacks doors, so there's only a few more steps before they reach the edge of the sprawling king bed complete with the most luxurious red silk sheets this side of the quadrant.

Keith stops running his hands enticingly down Lance's sides and raises an eyebrow at the bed. He doesn't even need to use words, because Pidge and Hunk have commented the same thing one too many times. Seriously? This is what you devote your limited floor space to?

"What? You're not going to be mocking it when I have you on it," Lance says.

Keith rolls his eyes—in a way that completely shouldn't send heat down his navel, but shamefully does—and goes in for another kiss, hands beginning to roam again.

Lance almost loses himself in the feeling of it, in Keith rucking up his shirt to find the grooves of his hips and, in turn, the dimples on his back right below his waistband. When they start to stray farther, he starts and snatches them away before they can feel the handcuffs still in his left back pocket.

Keith leans back, puzzled, but Lance smirks coolly and entwines their fingers, the leather of Keith’s gloves rough against his palms. God, what kind of guy wears fingerless gloves?

"Didn't take you for handsy," he hums.

"Only because you're slow," Keith scoffs.

"Yeah?"

Keith tilts his chin up in defiance, and that's all Lance needs to use his leverage to push Keith back until his knees buckle on the mattress edge. He flops down, their hands releasing as he catches himself on his elbows.

"It's all about foreplay anyway, Keith." He clambers on top, bracketing Keith's hips with his thighs and kissing the side of his neck. He nips at the skin with a little pride when Keith's breath hitches. "Feel bad for your other fucks if this is how you treat them."

"I don't—ah, I don't have other one-night stands," Keith replies, hands clenching in the sheets as Lance works his love bite.

He straightens abruptly. "Wait, really?"

"It's not a big deal," Keith scowls. "But I just accomplished something big on a mission, so I figured I'd treat myself."

And, really, maybe Lance should be worried at just how well their conversation and current...shenanigans are going, because a good 70 percent of him screams to just forget the bounty and go through with his next line:

"Guess I should reward you then, eh?"

But the rest, the reasonable 30 percent, bellows something like, Four million! Four million! Think of how many blasters you can weld to Blue with four million! Or the food he can buy, the clothes, and the trip he can plan back to Earth, the look on his mother's face when he lands for the first time in a decade on their front lawn—

Yeah, no, Lance has a job to do. There's no more time to waste. Not even on admiring the mark blooming just under Keith's ear.

He kisses Keith hard again, hellbent on working him up as he subtly scoots him up the bed. If Keith’s breathy moans and barely restrained hip rolls are anything to go by, it’s succeeding, though with the unfortunate side effect of sending Lance into a bit of a spiral, too.

When Keith relaxes against the pillows, Lance goes down with him. He runs his hands down Keith’s chest and yanks his shirt up his chest, and Keith pauses to pull it the rest of the way over his head.

Lance whistles, admiring the obviously conditioned muscles. Aged and fresh scars criss-cross the skin, including a slash of mutilated skin on his shoulder, but Lance is no stranger to the physical reminders of the Galra Empire.

Keith smirks anew at Lance’s distracted staring and doesn’t hold back when he rolls his hips.

“Jesus fucking Christ, who are you, and how did you get in my bed,” Lance groans.

“’m Keith,” Keith replies.

“Don’t be a smartass, that’s my job.” Lance glowers, but his attempt at daggering Keith into submission fails when he repeats the same friction—and if Lance lets this go on any longer, there’s no way he’ll survive.

So, he kisses him again, rougher and more unsteady than the last. He takes the chance to run his hands over Keith’s shoulders, down to his biceps, forearms, until Lance presses his hands into the silk. In the next breath, when Keith moans lewdly into his mouth, he takes both of Keith’s hands and raises them over his head.

Keith just whines, sufficiently distracted, as Lance gathers both wrists into one hand and reaches behind himself. He extracts the handcuffs from his pocket, brings them up to the pillow—

And snaps it over one of Keith’s wrists. Before Keith registers the cold metal, Lance snaps the other, and the tinny click activates the magnetic strips. In the next second, the handcuffs zap themselves to the metal wall of Blue, a low buzz indicating just how well Keith is now stuck.

Keith drops his head to the pillow and cranes backward to see the faintly glowing handcuffs. He looks back at Lance with a raised brow and quizzical eye.

“Shouldn’t kinks be something you discuss beforehand?” he asks flatly, still panting.

“Less kinky, more captured,” Lance says. “Guess you’re a different kind of fucked now, aren’t you?”

Keith’s smirk drops into confusion, understanding, and twists into outrage.

“Fuck you,” he hisses, yanking against the handcuffs hard enough to carve bruises. It sends the buzz into varying octaves with each attempt, but Pidge has truly done excellent work on them. They don’t even budge.

“’S no use, buddy, they’re a Holt creation,” Lance shrugs, sitting back on his haunches to appreciate his handiwork. “And it’s a shame, really. If you were anyone else, I’d definitely be blowing you right now. But you’re Keith Kogane, and there’s a bounty on your head for four million GAC with my name on it.”

With that, he climbs off the bed, righting his shirt and smoothing his hair back into place while Keith gasps and struggles on the bed. He’s still shirtless, his hair wild against the pillows. A forlorn part of Lance simmers with want, but he forces himself to look away.

“Think I might upgrade my baby to a key fob when I turn you into the Galra Empire,” he says instead, clearing his throat. “I don’t know what you did to piss them off enough to offer that bounty, but I’m gonna collect the shit out of it.”

At that, Keith falls limply against the sheets, alarm spreading through his wide eyes and breathing heavily.

“Lance, don’t—”

“Now, don’t mind me, I just need to pat you down a little.”

“You’re not fucking turning me in.”

“And why not?” Lance scoffs, starting at Keith’s ankles and working his way up. “I won, fair and square. I need that money.”

“You don’t understand, they’ll kill me—”

“What the Galra do is none of my business. I just collect the checks, man.”

“They’ll kill everyone—”

“Cut the sob story, this isn’t Space Dr. Phil.”

“I can’t believe I was about to fuck you, you asshole.”

“That was my genius plan.” He feels Keith’s thighs maybe a little too enthusiastically as he reaches the belt slung over his hips. “Oh, hello. Jackpot.”

He undoes the buckle and slips it off. The supple brown leather dangles from his hand with the weight of a peculiar black sheath.

“Lance—”

He admires the well-crafted hilt before sliding the blade carefully from its home, resting the curved, cool metal in his palms.

“That is one helluva dagger,” he says, turning it over. “It’s gotta be expensive, could treat my friends to a nice dinner with it, maybe…”

An emblem on the hilt catches his attention. His stomach swoops as he studies the strange insignia, a set of purple lines carved into black. It feels familiar. No, he’s definitely seen it before, though he honestly can’t—

No, no, he can. He does.

A massive, bloodstained sword skitters into the path of his feet, only inches away from his bare toes. His eyes whip up to the scaly Galra thrown to the floor, a cry wrenched out of her upon impact.

She turns her torn face to him and hoarsely shouts, “Go, go! Join the others!”

He reaches for the sword, marveling at the glowing purple insignia embedded into the hilt, but a sentry thunders down the hallway. As it raises its spear and plunges it straight into her chest, he wails and stumbles the other way.

Lance blinks, and the memory dissipates, leaving behind phantom terror coursing through his chest.

“Holy shit!” he yelps, tossing the blade onto the bed and hopping back several paces. He gapes at Keith, at Keith, whoever the fuck Keith is. “You didn’t fucking tell me you’re a—a member of the Blade of Marmora!”

#klance #klance fic #vld fic #klance fanfic #vld fanfic #my fic #official fic tag #because WHY not put it in the official tag yk #this piece resuscitated by creativity #sorry for the untitled i can't be bothered to spend time thinking of one right now #but i've had thisidea for a while and i wanted to explore it!#please mind the rating!

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hi-i-love-u-bitch · 6 years ago

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Ya’ll sleeping on the epic gay disaster romance that is the Shiro/Kogane and McClain siblings!!!

(Look i don’t know or give a fuck if Acxa is or isn’t Keith’s sister or if Adam and Lance aren’t related because the ball just started rolling and I went along with it)

Okay, so in a world where Voltron DIDN’T fuck us over and Adam is alive and missing his boyfriend and little brother who got ejected up into space, he enlists the help of his sister Veronica to take over and collectively kick the entire Galaxy Garison’s ass.

Meanwhile, up in space Keith finds out Acxa is his older half sister from Krolia’s first family who she thought were all dead! Acxa explains that she was the only one that survived and she’s been looking for her ever since. When she saw that Keith had her mother’s blade she began to keep tabs on him, desperately trying to find the connection between them. It’s a big happy family reunion with all the feels and Keith then introducing them to his adoptive brother Shiro who Krolia thanks immensely for watching over Keith and Acxa wants to fight for the title of alpha sibling.

She wins obviously, which naturally makes Keith want to fight her next.

The whole ordeal reminds Lance all too much of his own siblings and makes him miss is family even more.

Keith comforts him, promising that he will get them all back home no matter what.

Of course Shiro tells Acxa about Keith’s big GAY crush on Lance because he finally has a sibling to gossip with and tease their little brother.

Narrator voice: It was then Keith wished he was an only child again.

Anyway, they get back to Earth where Dr. Holt, with the help of Adam and Veronica have successfully whipped the Garison into shape for the up coming Galra attack.

Veronica and Adam are also the first ones to see Lance and tackle him into a crying heaping mess. Then the rest of the family comes in and it starts all over again and we cry even more.

Lance: Wait, so that “special guy” you were gunna introduce us to was Shiro! And you were engaged!

Adam: Well, we kind of sort of still are...I think?

Veronica: Jesus Christ, Adam what the fuck?!

Adam: I don’t know! It was all emotional and now it’s all weird and confusing and it doesn’t help that he’s even hotter now!

Veronica: Speaking of hotties, who’s the girl he’s with?

Lance: That’s Allura, you know-

Veronica: No, no, no, the other one, blueish purple skin and hair.

Lance: Oh, that’s his sister Acxa, well technically Keith sister which makes her is sister by adoption? Idk really...

Veronica & Adam: ????

Keith: Are you gunna go talk to him or just keep staring at him like a freak?

Shiro: I don’t know Keith, how would you go about talking to your kind of sort of ex-fiance after going up into space when he specifically told you not to then coming back after a few years with one less arm, white hair, and a team of teenagers in giant mecha lions?

Keith: Jesus, fine! But when were you at least going to tell me you were dating Lance is brother?

Shiro: I didn’t even know I was dating Lance is brother! I went missing before I could even meet the family!

Acxa: And I’m assuming the girl with them is their sister, right?

Keith: Yeah, Veronica, I think.

Shiro: Why?

Acxa: Is his whole family all genetically enhanced to be good looking? Or is it just a luck thing?

Keith: My theory is both. Knowing Lance and Adam, they have to be extra like that.

Shiro: (sighs) Yeah.

Adam: (smug) I didn’t know the Keith you had a crush on was the same Keith I knew.

Lance: Say one word and I’ll show Shiro all the pictures from your 14th birthday!

Veronica: (giggling as she scrolls through her phone) Not if we show Keith your baby pictures first!

Narrator voice: It was then Lance regretted leaving space.

Nothing gets shown because they keep threatening to expose each other and end up in a stalemate.

Acxa and Veronica start getting to know each other better when they’re assigned to help upgrade and fix damaged ships.

They gossip about engineering, their dorky brothers, and just life in general.

It eventually leads Acxa to open up about Lotor and her ex-crew and for Veronica to talk about how her and Adam were desperately trying to find Lance and the others.

Acxa: You know, after all the bullshit with Lotor and the rest it’s nice to have friends again. Especially someone female. I mean, Allura and Romelle are cool and all but I’m not much into “girly” things too much and Pidge is a bit too young.

Veronica: (smirking) Well I’m glad to be of sufficient entertainment for you.

Acxa: (a soft chuckle with fondness in her eyes) Truly, I don’t think I could ever get bored of you.

Veronica: Veronica.exe has stopped working...

Later Veronica barges into her temporary living quarter she shares with Lance and Adam, flops in between them on the couch, and screams into a throw pillow.

They understand immediately because same!

Meanwhile Acxa’s freaking out with Shiro and Keith because “that was a stupid thing to say and super cheesy and she probably thinks I’m super lame!”

And again, they too can relate because same!

The Shiro/Kogane siblings are all gay and awkward as fuck while the McClain siblings are all dramatic bisexuals

Everyone else thinks it’s both fucking hilarious and painful to watch. Because it was bad enough having to deal with Lance and Keith sexual tension but now THERE’S THREE OF THEM!!!

#voltron legendary defender #voltron #lance #keith #shiro #takashi shirogane #adam voltron #veronica voltron #acxa #klance #shadam #headcanon #siblings #krolia #i'll probably add more later #veracxa #siblings au

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shima-draws · 6 years ago

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Alright

I have a lot of things to say so it’s all under the cut

First of all, wow. What a finale. What a fucking finale, man...

I’m warning you now this is not a nice rant so if you really love Voltron and don’t like seeing other people hate on it do not read this lol

Let me be honest, Voltron really isn’t that great of a show. I’ve pretty much stayed here watching the new seasons out of obligation and my love for the characters. Even then the writers still fucked that up so I’m stealing them all and they’re mine now. I’m not even sorry.

Voltron has always been a really tough show to keep track of and follow along with;; I never really know what’s going on and they introduce characters and planets so quickly that I forget about them right away and there’s like maybe 3 that are really memorable. So honestly the whole series has just seemed like an EXCESSIVE amount of filler that nobody needed. Even starting season 8 I had no fucking idea what was going on because the end of season 7 was just THAT unmemorable lmao. And they brought back so many characters I was like “Who the FUCK are you??” And it just made it ten times more confusing.

There was just so much unnecessary content we didn’t need in there. In season 8 they fought Honerva in her giant robot for like three or four episodes straight and that got really tiring really fast. Honestly most of s8 was just robot fights and I’m like “Are they writing a meaningful story or just 7 billion eye candy action sequences” TAKE THE TIME TO DEVELOP YOUR CHARACTERS, UNIVERSE, AND PLOT MORE INSTEAD OF DEDICATING 15 OUT OF 20 MINUTES OF SCREENTIME TO ROBOT FIGHTS THANKS. There are SO many plot holes and questions left unanswered that we’ll never get answered so that’s fantastic. Not to mention all of those fights were so fucking repetitive I got so bored watching the same thing happen over and over again. Voltron always wins, what’s fucking new?

Also man jesus christ they fucked over their characters SO MUCH. I’ll get into Allura last but let’s go down the list, shall we?

Lance was reduced to not only the comic relief but the super boring love interest. His relationship with Allura felt so forced and unnatural and there was no chemistry between them whatsoever. It was almost as if the writers were like “We need something for Lance to do in season 8” and then they decided “Let’s just make him a foil for Allura and make him her boyfriend!!” Like it was SO unnecessary and I’m sorry to any Allu//ance shippers out there but I felt so uncomfortable watching their romantic interactions. And I’m not SUPPOSED to feel that way. I actually did ship them until I watched this season but now I’m just really put off by it because WOW they wrote that romance horribly. I know people hate comparing Voltron to ATLA but take Sokka/Suki for example. Their dynamic is very similar to Lance and Allura’s and it’s a PERFECT example of what a good healthy relationship is like that isn’t forced or super awkward. If the writers had written their relationship like Sokka and Suki’s I’m sure I would like it SO much more! I was so upset to see Lance lose pretty much ALL of his development and be reduced to just a foil or a background character they could beat up on and use for fodder about Allura’s death. So fucking uncool. On top of that Lance became a FARMER?? REALLY?? He had dreams of becoming a famous pilot and yeah a war will do shit to you but I CANNOT imagine him living that sort of boring life it’s just not Lance at all!! So immensely out of character and not what he deserved. Lance deserved a real, true happy ending kicking ass in space and being in love with someone who really loved him back.

And Shiro—god, they fucking abused the shit out of him and treated him like a punching bag. Not to mention the awful queer baiting with Adam and then, to rectify their awful mistake, the writers made it so that he got married at the end of the series. Great. I don’t even know who the other guy is. Congrats Shiro, but it really doesn’t mean fucking shit if it was added on last minute and seems like a way to appease fans rather than to actually give Shiro a good ending. They could have brought Adam back and let Shiro marry him but nope!! They fucked that up too

Also all character development for Hunk went down the drain and he was also reduced to comic relief. He didn’t end up with Shay like I was hoping and just god so much racism I’m too irritated to even get into that

Keith and Pidge were the only ones who really got semi-decent endings and even still they were written badly too. (Doesn’t mean I’m not proud of them tho, good kids.)

And Allura.

FUCK. THE WRITERS.

They absolutely did not need to kill her off like that it was so pointless and utterly stupid that I’m sitting here rolling my eyes into the back of my head. They literally killed her for dramatic effect and that’s it. Yeah whatever she saved the fucking universe but they could’ve done that another way! That’s just lazy ass writing and it really offended a lot of people including myself so yeah! Not happy about that! It’s really racist and also pretty misogynist too?? Also Allura during the last season was not my favorite character at all she was written so terribly and out of character that I just ended up hating her and she deserves so much better than this absolute fucking bullshit

If they wanted to have a good final season, they should have kept Allura alive, given everyone actual GOOD character development, not threw in a super forced and uncomfortable relationship, and gave the characters proper happy endings with the people they SHOULD have ended up with. Not that romance is that big of a deal since Voltron isn’t about that but man they could have satisfied so many fans doing that but they just took the show and spit on it

So yeah I’ve had a really great experience being part of the fandom and creating content, and there’s definitely some good parts to the show. Voltron is a bad show lmao but I still had fun, and I’m still gonna make content that the fans actually deserve and want—and forget canon even exists. I’m salty and disappointed but I’m not surprised. Even so the show did end on as good as a note as it could have considering the circumstances and while I’m not 100% satisfied it was what I was expecting so. I’m like, iffy about how I feel towards the finale.

Anyway Klance is canon king, Adam and Shiro are married, Hunk is a universally famous chef with his gf Shay, Allura and Romelle are the new Altean Queens, Pidge is fucking amazing being herself and everyone’s happy the end

#Shima speaks #Anyway I'm salty goodnight #I still love Voltron but I also hate Voltron #I love fanon Voltron not canon lmao #I take Lance and Keith away from the writers #And Shiro and Allura and everyone #Long post #Voltron #Vld s8 spoilers

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thinkpinkwrites · 6 years ago

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culture shock

i’ve had an influx of followers after my last fic - thanks and hi :) - so i wanted to write something short and cute that’s been sitting in the back of my head for awhile. i’ll probably throw it up on ao3 as well.

Kolivance - PG - Lance is having fun introducing Kolivan to all things human, and Kolivan seems to be enjoying himself as well. Lance is continuously surprised by all the things the Galra have no concept of and Kolivan is quick to ask for more information, he likes to stay well informed after all.

Lance always enjoys having the Blade of Marmora on the ship.

For one thing, it means Keith is around, and as much as he plays at hating the red paladin, Lance is aware that life is a lot more fun when Keith’s there to tease.

But besides that, Lance likes having the Blades on the ship because they’re so weird.

The Galra in general are an interesting race and the members of the Blades seem doubly so. He supposes years of leading double lives, running around the universe taking insane risks to bring down your own people and living by the strict code the Blades all seem to uphold would be a lot for anyone.

Lance, who can admit it to himself but would never say out loud, isn’t the brightest person on the ship but he knows enough to recognize how intelligent the Blades are.

Thace and Regris hold their own in conversations with Pidge and Hunk, which is an impressive feat all on its own.

Ulaz had only gazed at their medical equipment before jumping in to bring it up to modern day standards, Coran crowing in happiness the entire time.

And there’s something about the way Kolivan speaks… It’s like listening to a brilliant professor lecture – except it’s the hot professor whose lecture no one ever misses, no matter how boring.

Weirdly enough, Kolivan doesn’t seem to mind Lance hanging around to hear him speak. He even answers Lance’s questions without any sort of irritation or sense of imposition.

It’s nice.

It’s also how Lance discovers the startling differences in their cultures.

“So you mean you just don’t swim? Like, at all?”

“If necessary, for survival, I suppose most Galra would be capable.”

“But you don’t go out of your way to swim? You don’t have pools?” Lance can barely keep the disbelief from his voice.

“Pools? Like basins of water formed by rainfall or low tides?”

“No, like man made, er—Galra made structures that are deep and full of clean water to swim and play in? For fun? They’re usually outside of people’s homes…”

Kolivan’s expression is unimpressed. “I see no way in that being wet could possibly be construed as fun.”

On another occasion, Lance is bitching to Kolivan about Keith and Shiro and their absolutely ridiculous will-they-won’t-they back and forth.

“Like come on already, watching it is just painful!”

Kolivan hums, most of his attention on the tablet in his hand. Lance can tell he’s following along with the story though, and that hum sounded suspiciously like one of agreement.

“But I can’t say anything because it’s ‘not my place’ and ‘I need to mind my own business.’”

Kolivan does look up at that.

“What are you doing with your hands?”

Lance looks to where his hands are still raised, first two fingers crooked.

“Oh…uh, it’s called air quotations.”

“Air quotations?” His voice is skeptical.

“’Air quotations?’” Lance mimics with a laugh, repeating the gesture.

At Kolivan’s obvious confusion, Lance relents.

“It’s like a…signifier—that you’re quoting someone. I was just repeating what Pidge said to me.” Lance rubs at the back of his neck bashfully. “Usually it’s sarcastic.”

“Sarcastic?”

And so on.

Lance finds he quite enjoys trading strange customs back and forth with Kolivan. And he suspects the Blades leader feels the same way, as he’s begun seeking out Lance’s company more frequently.

Keith is weirded out by it, which is also a plus.

It’s one of those occasions where Kolivan had come looking for him. Lance wasn’t even aware the Blades were on ship and is pleasantly surprised to see the leader walk into the lounge, taking a seat on the couch.

Lance is sprawled across the floor, his shoes kicked off and jacket thrown a few feet away from him.

“New meditation technique?” Kolivan asks. He’s getting better at sarcasm and Lance couldn’t be prouder.

Lance snorts. “No, just exhausted. I have to cover Keith’s chores when he’s away with you guys on top of mine.”

Lance sits up suddenly, squinting at the other man.

“Does this mean Keith is back on ship?”

Kolivan nods and Lance flops back with a sigh.

“Good! Now he can finish up the training rooms. If they think I’m gonna do his chores when he’s actually here, they can kiss my ass.”

Kolivan tilts his head in that cute way Lance has come to associate with culture shock.

“Kiss your ass?”

Lance blushes, the sound of a curse word falling from Kolivan’s articulate tongue is just slightly thrilling.

“Oh um, it’s just an expression. I don’t really want them to kiss my…ya, know.”

Kolivan’s luminous yellow eyes spell confusion.

“And kissing would be?”

Now Lance is actually flushing, his cheeks burning.

“Galra don’t kiss?”

At Kolivan’s blank look he continues. “Um, press their mouths together, sort of, uh—lick at each other’s mouths.”

“And why would one do this?”

Lance sits up, looking anywhere but at Kolivan.

“Well it’s…nice. It’s fun.” He sighs, and it’s somewhat wistful. “People do it to show that they love each other. And to, lead into other things…”

He trails off, pressing a hand to his warm face, finally looking towards the Galra seated in front of him.

Kolivan looks curious. “I can’t picture it,” he finally says and Lance chokes.

Kolivan turns to him in concern and Lance waves him off.

Once he’s finally got himself together, he coughs. “Well I…I mean. I could always…show you?”

Lance tries not to look like he’s dying inside when Kolivan’s expression becomes one of intrigue.

He hums thoughtfully before nodding. “Yes, I would have you show me. Shall I come to you?”

Lance shakes his head, eyes wide. “No, no. This will be easier if you’re seated. You’re uh…really tall.”

Kolivan nods in understanding, sitting up straighter, waiting for Lance.

Jesus Christ.

Lance would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it.

He and Kolivan kind of spent a lot of time together! And the Blades leader was always so nice to him. Never made him feel like he was in the way.

And his broad shoulders and bulging biceps made Lance weak in the knees.

Not to mention his ass. Why were the Blades uniforms so tight?!

Never one to back down, Lance gathers his resolve. Taking a deep breath, he stands up and walks towards the couch.

Kolivan watches him the entire time, face blank, like he’s going into a mission.

Lance supposes this is somewhat like an intel mission for him. Lance has information that Kolivan doesn’t, and he’s taking steps to remedy that.

Lance sighs.

His first kiss in years and it’s with an alien that has zero idea of the significance.

Oh well.

If I’m gonna to do this, I’m gonna make it count.

Lance steps into Kolivan’s personal space, closer than he’s ever been to the older Galra. He looks down at Kolivan’s knees and can barely contain a moan as thick thighs spread, giving him room to get even closer. In this position Lance has the advantage of height, but only just.

“So, um,” Lance’s hasn’t felt this nervous in years, and that included getting launched into space in a mysterious giant lion. “You’ll need to tilt your head back, just a little.”

Kolivan does, but slightly too far. Lance bites his lip before reaching out with both hands to guide Kolivan’s face into the right position.

His skin is soft, like peach fuzz up to his ears, and then it’s thick fur – begging for Lance to sink his fingers into.

Get it together Lance, get in and get out. This is an intel operation, not a make-out session.

Kolivan’s eyes are burning into his own, and Lance swallows at the intensity of his expression.

“Most people, um, close their eyes. But you don’t have to! Just, it usually makes it—better.”

Kolivan grunts lowly and closes his eyes.

Lance barely suppresses a relieved sigh. It’s easier without the weight of Kolivan’s stare.

With his eyes closed, his face is entirely relaxed, and Lance can’t help noticing how much younger he looks.

Lance gathers his courage and leans in, sliding his hands further into Kolivan’s hair, grasping at the strands as he presses their mouths together.

It’s sweet but chaste. Kolivan’s mouth is firm but giving, his lips slightly chapped.

Lance pulls back slightly and Kolivan opens his eyes.

“That was not what I expected,” he says, like a scientist whose theory has just been shot down.

“Well, it’s usually…more.”

Lance can tell he’s going to ask, so he saves them both the trouble and leans back in.

This time, Lance uses his hands in Kolivan’s hair to guide the movements, sliding their mouths together purposefully.

Lance pulls back just enough to run his tongue along Kolivan’s bottom lip. Ever the quick study, Kolivan’s mouth opens just slightly, enough for Lance to dip his tongue in shallowly.

Kolivan makes a soft noise in his throat and Lance feels a rush of endorphins, his stomach swooping.

He’s incredibly pleased when Kolivan starts to take initiative in the kiss, his tongue running over the seam of Lance’s mouth before taking his bottom lip between sharp teeth and tugging gently.

Lance is swooning, this is getting out of hand and he is in no rush to stop it. He starts to lift his knee, sliding it into Kolivan’s lap when a loud noise startles him backwards.

Only Kolivan’s quick hands at his waist keep him from tumbling onto his ass, and Lance turns slowly towards the doorway.

Keith is standing there, eyes wide in disbelief. Shiro and Hunk, who look more embarrassed than anything, are standing behind him.

“What the fuck?” Keith asks, voice unusually high.

Lance looks back to Kolivan, who is watching the scene unfold with calm composure. Lance jerks out of his grasp and is surprised to see a flash of irritation on the Galra’s normally impassive face.

Lance laughs nervously, hands going to his cheeks to cover what he’s sure is an embarrassingly obvious blush.

“Oh—Hey! Uh, we were just,” he looks helplessly around the room.

“Making out?” Hunk offers helpfully, and Lance shoots him a glare.

“Kolivan didn’t know what a kiss is, and I didn’t know how to explain it properly, and this was the easiest method, so—”

“Wait, wait,” Keith interrupts. “What do you mean he didn’t know?”

Lance looks to Kolivan, who has already turned to his tablet, clearly bored with this discussion.

“He told me how Galra don’t kiss, and I was—”

“Lance, Galra kiss.” Keith’s voice is exasperated.

“Wait, what?” Lance looks at the group in the doorway in confusion. Keith is looking at Lance like he’s the stupidest person he’s ever met, and Shiro is trying to hide a laugh behind his hand.

Hunk has the good grace to look sympathetic.

“Galra kiss. They make out, they have sex, we’re basically the exact same reproductively.” Keith rolls his eyes as he explains.

“But why…” Lance looks to Kolivan, who is studying his tablet with forced nonchalance. At Lance’s silence he finally looks up and Lance can see that he’s fighting a smirk as he shrugs.

“Wow.” Lance pinches the bridge of his nose, he can feel a tension headache coming on. “Just—wow.”

Leaning down to grab his jacket and shoes from the floor, Lance doesn’t look at anyone as he heads towards the door.

Shiro and Hunk move out of his way, Shiro dragging Keith along with him.

“If anyone needs me, I’ll be drowning myself,” Lance throws over his shoulder.

He’s not even a little surprised when Kolivan calls after him. “I thought you knew how to swim?”

#kolivance #lance #kolivan #au - all blades live #blades of marmora #voltron #keith #shiro #hunk

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felagund-fiollaigean · 6 years ago

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Smol and Tol

Okay so for Pidge day of Hunk month I wrote a two-part fic exploring their friendship through height differences so... yeah. Under the cut.

“Why the hell did Coran put them up there?”

“Beats me,” Hunk replied. “I think he did it on purpose.”

“Definitely,” Pidge agreed. “Fuck Zarkon, the real enemy was Coran all along.”

The pair of them stood in the official Paladin dining room, staring forlornly at a small crock on a high, high shelf. A crock which they knew was full of xilpharous tarts, a delicious treat the team had picked up from the space mall on their last visit. They were probably Hunk’s favorite thing he had eaten so far in space. Sweet, crumbly pastry shaped like a hexagonal hamentash surrounding a clear mouse that tasted like the milk at the bottom of a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch once the cereal was all gone. Well, it did and it didn’t. That was one thing about space food: no matter how much it reminded Hunk of anything he ate back home, there was always something fundamentally different about that defied familiarity. He learned a while ago that it was best not to think about it too hard.

But whatever it was they tasted like, those xilpharous tarts were fucking amazing. And Coran had decided it was a good idea to store them on a ten-foot tall shelf, with no evident way of retrieving them.

Hunk constantly appreciated everything Coran did for the team. Whether it was keeping the castle in shape or tending to their injuries or helping them through their emotional troubles or advising them with his endless supply of knowledge, Coran came through for them time after time.

But right now?

Hunk was less than appreciative.

But right now they needed a solution

“I guess we could find a chair?”

Pidge hummed in response. “Could you boost me up?”

Hunk thought about it for a second. “I don’t know how high up I could get you. Unless…”

Pidge cocked an eyebrow.

“Do you think if I lifted you up you could stand on my shoulder?”

“Yeah. You have really wide shoulders, it’ll be easy. How do I get up there?”

Um…

He could tell Pidge was thinking the same thing.

“What if-” he started, but Pidge beat him to it.

“Spread your legs.”

Hunk blinked.

“... No?”

“What? No no no no no, Jesus Christ, stand like this.” She demonstrated, moving her stance so her feet were wider than shoulder-width and bending her knees. “I’ll stand on your thighs and then I can climb on your shoulders from there. Is that good?”

“Oh yeah, sure.” He squated down a bit, and after a second he felt Pidge’s small hands pull on his shoulders and the pressure of her feet on his hips. PIdge didn’t weigh much at all, so it wasn’t that uncomfortable. He held his hands out for Pidge to take and she grasped them for balance as she shakily placed one foot after the other on his shoulders.

Slowly, he felt her straighten up.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” came her voice from above him. “Just give me a second…”

One at a time, Hunk felt her release his hands as she gained her balance and he slowly moved his hands so he was gripping her calves to stabilize her.

“Okay, step forward a little?”

He complied, inching forward oh-so carefully until he was close enough to the shelf for Pidge to reach.

Barely a tick went by before he heard a triumphant cheer from above.

“I got 'em!”

“Nice job, Pidge!”

“Sweet! So uh, Hunk?”

“Yeah, Pidge?”

“Um… how am I going to get down?”

Oh.

Shit.

“You fucking bastard!”

Pidge's hands were balled into fists and her voice was shrill.

“You useless piece of shit!” She shoved her chair back and stood abruptly.

The alien her rage was directed at didn't seem bothered in the slightest, however.

“Come now. I run a business, not a charity. Spending my private resources to raid a mining colony on the off-chance your brother might be there is, frankly, ridiculous.”

Pidge was hearing none of it.

“You're a selfish motherfu-”

“And another thing,” he interrupted her, “since your brother has been in Galra captivity for so long, well, you know how those prisoners come out of those places. Damaged. He won't be one bit the same person you knew.”

Hunk winced with sympathy. That was a low blow. Pidge had gone impossibly pale. He wanted to go to her, to comfort her, but she was in too much of a rage at the moment.

“Why you-” she began, voice trembling with anger, but she was interrupted again by the alien.

“Besides, he's most likely dead already. Accept his loss and move on. You're only wasting my time, I don’t normally entertain over-emotional little girls.”

Hunk's mouth dropped open.

He did not just go there.

With a wild yell, Pidge launched herself out of her seat and was about to race over to throttle that asshole herself, but Hunk beat her to the punch.

He managed to snag her wrist before she got too far, pulling her into him and keeping her from killing the guy on the spot.

Although, to be fair, he definitely had it coming.

“No, let me go!” She struggled against his hold even as he pulled her closer. Then, “I'll tear your fucking head off!”

The alien only smiled primly, smugness oozing from his expression.

Before Pidge could antagonize him further, Hunk decided he should intervene.

“Thank you for your time, but we had better be getting back now. I apologize on behalf of my fellow Paladin.”

“No! Don't apologize to him, he has it coming to him and you know it, Hunk!”

He sighed deeply. “No, Pidge. Now come on, let's go home.”

Pidge didn't seem to stop fighting him, so he decided it wasn't safe to let go yet. So with no other option, he simply lifted her feet off the floor and carried her out of the meeting.

Pidge stopped wiggling after there was a bit of distance between them and the building, but Hunk still wasn't sure he should let go.

“Can I put you down now, Pidge?”

Her voice was sullen and distant. “Yes.”

“You're not going to keep fighting, are you?”

“No, now put me down.”

He obliged, lowering her feet to the floor.

As soon as she was free, she strode off ahead of him, power-walking as quickly as her shorter legs would allow.

This was nonverbal Pidge-speak for “leave me alone” so Hunk trailed behind slowly, deciding to give her some space.

By the time he got back to the Yellow Lion, she was already inside, leaning against the back of the pilot seat. Her eyes were fixed hard on the floor, but Hunk didn't miss the glisten in her eyes.

He didn't know what to say. God, he never knew what to say. But Pidge didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to be missing her family only to have it rubbed in her face by some asshole alien.

So he spread his arms and stepped forward, encasing her in a hug as she wrapped her arms around his waist and began to cry quietly against his shirt.

“Aww, Pidge, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, that guy was a dick.”

“What if he's right though?” Pidge's voice shouldn't sound so weak. Pidge was courageous and brash and resourceful, it felt so wrong for her to sound so scared.

“Pidge, of course you're gonna find them. You're the smartest person I know and we're all gonna help you. You'll get them back, I know you will.”

“Thank you,” she whispered and squeezed him tighter.

He squeezed back, not too hard to crush her but hard enough to pull her flush against him, completely wrapping her up in his arms. He liked hugging Pidge. He liked the feeling of being able to fully hold her in his arms.

It made him feel like he was keeping her safe, like he could protect her from anything.

He knew it wasn't true, but it still felt nice.

He hoped it felt nice for Pidge too, and as she relaxed against him, he felt more and more certain that it did.

#this isn't even good but #whatever #pidge #hunk #hunkmonth2k19 #fanfic #voltron #platonic #gen

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nona5me · 6 years ago

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warning ⚠ (no smut but the topic and what they do after is...um....mature��)

Klance

“I can’t deal with all this sexual tension Hunk lets go to the hanger!”

Hunk seemed distressed looking up from his spot on the floor as Pidge starts walking towards the door, “Pidge you shouldn't-”

Lance cut him off with a loud pterodactyl screech, “what sexual tension!”

Shiro and Allura slipped out of the room unnoticed by the other three but spared me a sympathetic look like that could mean anything. I didn’t have a clue what they were talking about and I didn’t really care. I was more gloating that I won the argument against Lance, it wasn’t so much and argument to warrant the others concerned looks as much as it was a playful...ish argument that got eyerolls and groans from the others, like Lances jokes.

“The sexual tension between you and him i’m so sick and tired of not being able to enter a room without out you two eye fucking each other.”

I wasn’t eye fucking him...this time. But there was a lot of eye contact. That's normal right?

“No we don’t!”

Another screech left the tall Cuban boy as he jumped to his feet leaving the seat next to me, “oh yeah because yesterday after dinner I was up all night listening to you-”

“Ahhhh! Shut up Pidge, I wasn’t doing anything!”

“Liar! Hunk lets go!”

Hunk waved nervously and followed pidge quickly out the door.

“What happened yesterday?”

Lance turned quickly on his heal and glared, “nothing, mind your own business.”

I shrugged, curious but not enough to further question it if anything I just got the whole lounge to myself...wait no Lance is still here. I was reminded of this when he sat down roughly with a huff to punctuate his unamusement with the situation.

“Shouldn’t you be following the others to annoy them.”

He glared pointedly crossing his arms, “shouldn’t you be obsessively hitting an inanimate object for stress relief.”

I frowned putting my arms on the back of the couch and dropping my head on the cushion closing my eyes, “I’m not stressed, and even if I was I would just masturbate.”

He made a choking sound and I smirked, keeping the rest of myself in place. It was a lie, regardless it got the dramatic reaction I was looking for which Lance specifically specialized in.

“Dude you can’t just say things like that!”

“Why not, you don’t masturbate?”

“N-no I do, but I don’t go around telling people.”

I shrugged.

“That’s like telling people what you think about when you do, like boobs, or curvy waists-”

“Dicks.”

He made another choking sound and started coughing this time, unnoticing the hand he’d placed on my thigh as he leaned forward to catch his breath. The warmth of it is what made me look back at him rather than him dying in place. I stared at the hand for a moment while he pats his chest trying to breath. “What did I just tell you?!”

“You told me what you were thinking about what does it matter?”

“Yeah but dudes can talk about that when there aren't people around.”

I made a show of looking around the room, then back to Lance giving a teasing smile. “There’s nobody around. I’m thinking you're just homophobic.”

His mouth dropped open and the shock from before disappeared, “I am not homophobic! I’m bi, so I like dick too!”

“Then what’s the problem Lance, it’s almost as if you don’t want to hear about how I image a big fat cock in my ass pounding me into the mattress, pulling my hair and calling me a slut.” His eyes were wide as he stared at me adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the lump in his throat but further staying silent. “You don’t want to hear about how I imagine a guy being able to man handle me onto a wall or counter, rip off my clothes and touch me till I come, fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”

His breathing was picking up and I saw the subtle darting of his eyes slide down my body then back to my eyes. I chuckle, “kidding,” my voice was lighter than expected withholding a giggle, “though I do like it rough, and dick.”

“Jesus christ Keith shut up!”

“Make me.”

I knew the line I used was a universal proposal for intimate actions and the way Lance's eyes darkened and his tongue darted over his lips says he realised that too.

“Is that a challenge Mullet.”

His voice was low and I felt a shiver run down my spine but suppressed it to look amused, “like you could-”

Egging him on was bound to make him do something as stupid as kiss me cause that’s what he did he went woosh and I’m now mentally screaming, as my mind is telling me I can’t believe he actually- and my body is telling me kiss him back dumbass.

When I got into action pushing back he pulls me forward by the back of my neck until I’m leaning over him. Looking for balance I put my hand on the back of the couch behind him as he’s pulling away. My mouth chases after a bit and he’s smirking. “I win.” Glaring I straddle him and he blanches looking at my hips as they settle on his thighs.

I grin, “I win.”

His hand on the back of my neck pulls me down as he’s moving forward meeting in another passionate rush of a kiss. This time his hand slips around my waist and grabs my ass leaving me to open my mouth in a sharp intake of breath which he plunges his tongue through the gap and a fight for dominance ensues until he starts kneading the plump bubble of my butt squeezing and pulling so my hips inch forward my jeans leaving to much of a gap between the flesh as they tighten more so in every passing moment.

Because of this I’m distracted and he’s dominating the kiss, and I’m really liking it. If there's anything I know for sure Lance McClain is good at, it's using his mouth. My hips slot against his and there's no room to move from either side to move it any further just a heavy kiss leaving us breathless.

He pulls back slightly taking in deep breaths before kisses are littered across my cheek and neck and down past my shirt collar as he’s tugging at it to move aside. His teeth nicking my collarbone then a harsh suck and bite before kitten licks and kisses are being left in its place.

“Did you,” gasp, “just give me a hickey?”

He hums, hands roaming under my shirt and keeping me pulled close. Chest to chest, deep pumping breaths leaving my mouth and rustling his hair as he leaves hickeys right under my collar just out of sight. A particularly high one on my neck pulled a gasp from my throat causing him to pause before attacking with an intensity that only describes Lance. My head lifting to expose my throat I was more than willing to accept whatever he was dishing out.

His hand dropped to my lower back pulling my hips closer again, nails scraping up my back had me wincing and arching into it him, his hand pushing up the bottom of my shirt.

Then the hiss of the door.

Two hands on my chest.

And the hard feeling of the floor hitting my ass.

I groan in shocked pain and glare up at Lance ready to yell but he’s staring wide eyed at the door. Standing there was Shiro who blinked twice, shook his head and walked over to the couch grabbing his tablet.

When his back was turned Lance scrambled off the couch running out the doors. I let out a loud sigh and laid back on the floor. “You couldn’t wait fifteen minutes?”

#klance #kieth kogane #kieth voltron #lance mclain #voltron lance

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