#plance fics

[just-an-enby-lemon]

The Prince (the unwilling tormented antichirst of the eyepocalipse) and the Pauper (the steampunk cowboy space captain first mate pirate who sings and writes and plays the harmonica) after realizing they looked the same (au) switched places to experience each others life (were switched by forces outside their control and that they don't understand, the prince blames The Fears, the pauper thinks it was The Narrative) and wonderfull things happened (chaos) until a happily ever after (no ever is truly happy).

[jiangyanlissidepiece]

Where are all the Voltron fics where earth gets destroyed before they can return to it

[cateyeswrites]

The feeling of Falling, a feeling I thought was set in stone.

(Ambiguous partner for Lance) One late night Hunk and Lance chat

Ao3

It’s late when Lance answers Hunk's video call, he still has a mountain of students' assignments to finish grading but he could always get them done at home or in the morning if he came to school early enough. Sometimes it felt surreal to Lance that he had his life, that he had, speaking with his friends and former paladins didn't make it feel any more real. 

He had been talking to Hunk about intergalactic laws that made it hard for him and Shay to adopt different alien kids that weren't Balmera when the conversation shifted to him. 

"And how is teaching going?" Hunk asked, "Are you still enjoying it?" 

He shrugs a small laugh slipping out, "Let's just say I kind of understand why Iverson was the dick he was to me" he chuckles sadly as that nagging feeling in his chest appears. 

"Lance," Hunk says his name softly, eyes no longer shining with happiness. “ We have talked about it, what he did, the way he treated you, that is not how you treat a kid.” Hunk said, “Or am I wrong? Do you ever try to speak to your students like that? Do you make them feel small and insecure?” 

Lance shrinks into himself, he knows that he would never speak to a kid the way Iverson did to him-  the unnecessary cruelty that man inflicted on Lance, the way he made him feel so sad and lonely not only that but for many years Lance truly thought he had been a useless asset, a seventh wheel, some spare thing that the rest of the team had to deal with him and God was it hard to deal with those feelings but more than anything it had been so much worse to confront his teammates about the way they had made him feel, specially Pidge. 

Pidge and he had been close at the beginning, they were part of the garrison trio with Hunk, they had been friends for a while back then but then after the revelation that she was a girl and Shiro disappearing, she did a 180 and had almost made it her mission to make Lance feel like an idiot and now as an adult he could understand that she was going through her own hell and dealing with her own demons, losing both her brother and father, looking through them in space but it most definitely didn't allow her to speak to him in a way it made him want to never speak again or how every time they interacted he wanted to hide. 

He wishes he could have talked to Allura about it too, even in the short time they were together they never really talked about intimate things like his feelings and his experience in space or… the time he died. He didn't regret, saving Allura but till this day sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night frightened, surrounded by darkness and the feeling of falling. 

“No,” he whispered and shook his head, “Of course not.” he sighed and wrapped his arms around himself. 

Hunk gives him a small smile, “Have I ever told you how grateful I am for your sister?” he says as he picks up a picture on his desk.

“Huh?” he reacts confused, “Rachel?” he asks, he knew Hunk had asked for Rachel’s help once or twice for diplomatic reasons when dealing with other planets' governments.

Hunk snorts, “ NO, Veronica,” he says putting down the photo, at the new angle Lance could see it was a picture of his family and Hunk at his engagement party.

“Oh? No, I don't think we have ever talked about it.” 

“When Allura died, no one knew how to help you or truly even really speak to you.” Hunk admits with some regret but there is also some acceptance like he had enough time to make peace with it. “What we went through, being kids fighting in a war changed us, and maybe not for the better but it did nonetheless.” He states, “But the way Allura and space change you Lance, it frightened me.” 

Lance froze not knowing how to react to this admission. 

“I had known you for so long but after coming back to earth you had shut yourself and now that years have gone through I can admit that maybe I could have done better on my end but I was also a kid.” he admits with a small smile, “ I had this fear that you were ready to give up and that Allura dying was the last straw, that you would lose everything that made lance, my best friend.” Hunk whispers and there is a sniffle and he can see Hunk whip some tears away. “ No one knew how to talk you through your grief and then you started speaking about the farm and Alluras life and message and what Allura wanted and what you wanted for her memory” 

Lance can't do more than just stare at his hands hearing about this. 

“ I rarely heard about you,” Hunk says and Lance nods feeling the tears build up in his eyes. “ About what you wanted to do”

“But one day on one of our group calls, you talked about Veronica and how she had told you about becoming a pilot teacher and all the help that was needed at the garrison and I saw it for a moment I saw the spark of the boy who found the Blue lion,” Hunk stops and takes a breath. “ Then you got the job and Lance…” He pauses again, “ It was like you were back.” 

Lance remembers he remembers very well how Veronica was the only one who didn't tip-toe around him and his emotions. How she one day burst into his room and ripped his sheets away from him and yelled at him, crying, feeling scared because even tho he wasn't dead she felt like she had lost her brother. That day he got up and spent the whole day at the garrison helping out, by accident meeting the new cadets. It had been love at first sight. He laughs thinking about Allura and his supposed love for her, yeah not even his spouse could rival his love for his job and the kids. 

Lance tries to say something but it gets stuck in his throat and gives Hunk a teary smile, hunk gives him one back, and they stay in silence for a bit when he feels his phone vibrate and there is a new message 

1 new text message 

Hey I know is a late night at the school but the kids are asking for you.

1 new text message 

And I miss you 

1 new text message 

And they are asking for your cooking. 

He snorts and wipes his eyes with his sleeve.

The sound catches hunks attention, “ Everything okay?” he asks but he has a huge smile on his face having a suspicion of who was texting him. 

“Yeah yeah dude,” he answers with a bright smile and a more cheerful tone.

“ Your other job?” Hunk jokes, amusement, and endearment in his tone. 

“Well you know what they say,” he shrugged, “ Being a dad is a full-time job even when you already have a full-time job,” he says packing some stuff in his bag, to him seems like he had done enough work for today and honestly the only thing he wanted was going home and be with his family. 

His kids and his spouse.

Hunk laughs and observes Lance getting ready to leave, he smiles proudly at his best friend. 

“You know Hunk,” he says looking at his best friend leaving on the desk, “I'm also grateful for my sister,” he says. “If it wasn't for her who knows where I would be,” 

Hunk decides to avoid thinking of that, “ I don't know buddy but you are here, you are happy and that is the most important thing.” 

“ Yeah, you are right,” he says, “ I'll see you, buddy, I expect you to come over soon, I miss you,” he says honestly. 

“I will try my best to be home soon,” he replies, “ Love you, buddy,” 

“ Love ya, buddy,” he answers and hangs up the call.

After he presses the button, he stays there thinking, where would he be if Veronica hadn't dragged his ass out of his grief? Would he be happy? Would he be alone? No partner and no kids? Would he have a purpose or a career? 

He shakes his head and smiles even when some tears make it out and go down his cheeks. ‘

He is happy, very happy. He has proved everyone who doubted him wrong. 

He is very successful as a teacher and earth's best snipper, he is the favorite teacher and sometimes the favorite parent. 

He is no seventh wheel, he was voltrons blue paladin. 

He breathes in calming his urge to cry and looks down at his phone with a picture of his kids. 

And if he feels a very cool sensation surround him almost as if blue was there again with him, hugging him. That's just a bonus to how good he feels after his conversation with Hunk.

[wolfiered23]

Hi Voltron fandom, I just started a brand new fic for it which takes the 80s anime, dub and the remake and gives care to the characters and their origins. If you like Kallura, Plance and Shiro NOT being a token gay, come check it out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57375481/chapters/145959916

[adobedragon]

“So, the saying goes, ‘Something old, something new…” Allura ticked off each phrase on her fingers. “Something borrowed, something blue?”

“Yup,” said Pidge, picking at a loose thread on the bed’s comforter. She, along with a handful of other women, were in Lance’s parents’ bedroom, awaiting the arrival of Lance’s cousin Ignacio, a hairstylist. Ignacio had the herculean task of doing Pidge’s hair and makeup for the wedding.

“Something blue?” chirped Ezor. “Wouldn’t that be Lancey-Lance? Blue Paladin.”

“I thought he was the Red Paladin,” said Zethrid in her gravelly voice. “It’s so hard to keep track of all the Voltron Lion changes.”

Pidge chuckled, though deep down she found the two alien women’s presence a bit off-putting. They had eventually proven themselves good fighting companions but Pidge still hadn’t quite forgiven Ezor for trying to torture her years ago.

“Katie’s dress has blue beadwork and stitching.” Colleen Holt ran her fingers along the dress’s bodice.

The dress was draped over the bed and Pidge, who was sitting beside it, traced the arc of an embroidered vine with a finger. “My dress is also new.” One of Coran’s designs, its basic form was that of a green, 1920s flapper dress, but fashioned from an Altean fabric derived from spider silk. “‘Blue’ and ‘new’.” She grinned wickedly. “My underpants are new too.”

Veronica, Lance’s sister, arched an eyebrow at her in the same manner her brother often did. “Are you wearing boys’ underwear? Under your wedding dress?”

“Well, yeah,” said Pidge. “They’re comfy.” She shrugged. “Lance thinks they’re sexy.” Remembering that Lance’s mother was in the room, she blushed.

Elvia McClain laughed and winked at Pidge, demonstrating the origin of that Lance gesture. “Relax, mija. I have five children and none of them conceived immaculately. You think I don’t know what you and Lance have been doing in the bunk house? In the barn?”

Pidge smirked and blushed, because, yeah, there weren’t many places on the McClain farm where Pidge and Lance hadn’t had sex.

“Here is ‘old’ and ‘borrowed.’” Allura reached toward her earlobe and with a flourish and a hum of Altean alchemy, removed the gem-like earring. “These were my mother’s. From old Altea.”

“Those were Queen Melenor’s?” said Romelle reverently, the Altean woman leaning in to view the earrings closely.

“Yes.”

As Allura reached toward Pidge’s ear, Pidge leaned back. “I, uh, they’re too nice, too nice for me.”

“Nonsense. I would be honored if you wore them.” Allura held the lilac purple gem near Pidge’s earlobe, and the earring hummed, Altean space magic fastening it so it dangled beneath her ear. “Just don’t let Lance swallow them when you two start climbing each other.”

“Thank you,” said Pidge as Allura attached the second earring. She rose from the bed and studied herself in the mirror over the dresser. In her current, typical Pidge state of scruffiness—green tank top and gray sweatpants—the earrings made her look like a toddler playing dress-up with mom’s jewelry.

The McClain’s house shook lightly as the front door opened and shut. “That must be Ignacio,” said Elvia, hurrying off to meet him. Pidge grimaced, not quite ready for this; primping and preening were not Pidge’s default settings.

Earlier, sensing her nervousness, Lance had said, “You don’t have to do this. If you want, we can wear matching tuxes. I don’t care what you wear just as long as I’m the one who gets to undress you later.” This accompanied with his signature flirty eyebrow waggle.

His offer was why she’d asked him to marry her in the first place. Because he loved her as she was, her boy self, girl self and everything in between.

In the mirror, she saw a tall, dark-skinned middle-aged man enter the room. She tensed, then reminded herself she was a Paladin of Voltron, unafraid of anything, including a guy with a kit full of face goop and hair-taming implements.

Turning, she gave Ignacio a wobbly smile. “Hi. I’m Pidge.”

She wasn’t doing this for Lance or out of any need to cling to tradition. She was doing it because even androgynous Paladins of Voltron want to be a princess on their wedding day.

[artsyjesseblue]

@adobedragon Heheee… This scene from your Plance fic “The Tithe” lives rent free in my head, so my muse, inspired by your muse, started drawing it. I can almost hear Keith whispering “Quiet!” 🤫

LOL, Keith doing the turtle embrace around her backpack was fun to draw.

Also, I think I’m falling in love with Keith.

[rueitae]

trick or treat (;

Happy Halloween!!

More Carmen Sandiego 2019. Player and Shadowsan solidarity.

The unimpressed look that Shadowsan gives him inspires less confidence. “Using fake schoolwork as an opportunity to commit international crime?” he asks rhetorically. “Carmen would not approve.”

Player forces what he knows is a fake smile. He hadn’t yet told Carmen how he got out of his family vacation.

Shadowsan smirks. “I did the same several times in my youth. I will not tell.”

[rainforestgeek]

I updated. It's been actual years, but I updated.

If you lose your strength to stand (I'm gonna reach for your hand) - Chapter 18 - rainforestgeek - Voltron: Legendary Defender [Archive of Our Own]

[dragon-wisteria]

Wish another fandom would make me feel the way voltron used to…

[roromir]

Read the fic

[hailqiqi]

@imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs by some miracle I actually saw your tags (i almost never look through the activity feed these days) so here you go! The Fic from that beautiful art

Here

Look who’s back from a three month writing slump!

So I saw this picture by the incredibly talented @artemisarya and… I had to fic it.

This is really more platonic than shippy. Even though they’re naked.

Quick shout-out to @astraearose for the impromptu title help.

1,244 words / Hurt/Comfort

On AO3 here.

The shrill scream brought him back to himself with a rush of heat and steam and sound.

“Shit!”

His back hit the cooler side of the bathroom door seconds later, the image of a naked Pidge with shampoo in her hair bringing him more self-disgust than arousal. They’d been using the Castle’s shared bathroom for over a year now. How the fuck had he managed to miss the sound of the shower?

The same way he’d managed to miss—

“Lance?”

Keep reading

[kidge-planet]

KIDGERS!!! this is a BIG announcement!!!!

A month ago (something like that) I made an announcement about a potential kidge event!!!

IT'S HAPPENING!

Me and @justmultifandom have been working on it and we're ready to tell you that the event is called

"When green leaves meet red ones: kidge fall event"

The dates are from the 23 of October to the 31!!!

Here are the "rules"!!!

-for the prompts, you can draw, write fics, one shots, headcanons or ANYTHING that is art!!!

- don't forget to use the hashtag kidge fall event 2024! (#kidge fall event 2024)

- the event only happens on tumblr! If you are in the discord server, you can share your works there too!

- have fun! You can do only one day of the event if you feel like it! You can do every days if you want or even just a few days!!! Do it to your liking!!

- only kidge is "celebrated" during that event... BUT! You can use other couples like side Allurance, Shurtis or any other side ships as long as it doesn't imply Pidge and Keith (so no Plance, for example! Not even side one...)

NOW!!! HERE ARE THE PROMPTS!!!!

Day one- 23/10: Happy birthday, Keith! 🥳

Day two- 24/10: pumpkin! 🎃

Day three- 25/10: Love among bare branches and falling leaves!🍂

Day four-26/10: Cozy!🛏️

Day five- 27/10: Sweaters!🧥

Day six- 28/10: Rainy day!☔

Day seven- 29/10: Falling for you!🫶

Day height- 30/10: Free day!! (Write whatever you want about Fall and Kidge!!!)🧍‍♀️

Day nine- 31/10: Happy Halloween!👻🌕

HAVE FUN GUYS!!!! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU'LL DO!!!

(don't forget to share so more people see this and Kidge with us!!! )

If something isn't clear, contact me or use the ask box, it's opened and you can be anonymous! Love yall!

[ashkazora]

Do you have any langst fic recs?

Yes!!

In general, I recommend you check out my #fic rec tag because there's a lot of langst fics there. Otherwise, here's a couple good ones. I've tried to rec a few that haven't been done by me before.

Guide: * = wip. k/l = klance. s/l = shance. p/l = plance.

Asterism* by idas_library. k/l

Pinch of Platinum* by @banditywrites (seriously just check out their whole page. I can't recommend their langst fics enough.) gen.

Challenger of the Maze by ErinWantsToWrite. k/l

Sidestep by jilliancares. k/l

Feast by @icypantherwrites. (again, or anything by them.) gen

Seventh Wheel by AppleCherry108. k/l

Weight by starsandspiders. k/l

When The Floodwater Comes by yourfavouritetsundre. k/l

Touch me from afar by @lokiitama. s/l

Gap year by orphan_account. gen

your voice means that everyone is okay. by OpticalCrown. s/l

Alternate Reality by rona23. k/l

when we are kings by @rosieclark. p/l

seven(teen) again by orphan_account. k/l

Last Defense by wingedStarsong. gen.

Controlled emotions by sasuhina_gal. k/l.

the inattention of the inattentive by Bekka911. gen.

Pursuit Predator by TheStayPuftMarshmallowMan. gen.

My Lungs Feel So Small by childofthemuses. k/l

OKAY HOPEFULLY THIS IS OKAY, ANON! Please don't hesitate to send another ask if you're looking for anything specific. Also, not be self-promo, but most of my fics are langst so feel free to check em out!

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

what! You're doing VLD again? Can you do a Plance fic something cute and cuddly?

Sure. Why not?

By the time Hunk found them, they were on their third Hammer Horror film and they'd passed out on the snacks he'd made. Hunk never cared for horror movies of any kind, but he'd overheard Pidge and Lance planning a "Monday Macabre Movie Marathon" and had volunteered to make them something to snack on.

"Just so long as it doesn't have anything to do with blood... or eyeballs... or anything like that."

Lance would probably razz him about how he could prepare things like sweetbreads and be bothered by eyeballs.

But at any rate, Hunk leaned down where Pidge and Lance lay on a jumbled pile of piles on the floor and tucked their blanket closer around them. As he went to fetch the remote, Hunk noticed out of the corner of his eye that Lance pulled Pidgecloser and she nuzzled into his chest. Hunk shut the tv off and considered extracting the food from under them.

It wasn't sticky, he thought to himself. It could wait until morning.

[vld-prompts]

This is adorable!!

Lance teaches a dance class.

[adobedragon]

“You’re saying the chabbit spoke to you?” Pidge cocked her head at Lance, sardonic mirth in her honey brown eyes.

“Well, not spoke-spoke.” Lance sat up and set his beer on the coffee table. “More like, gave me vibes, like the Blue Lion.”

“Like the Blue Lion?” Keith, who was sitting on the right end of the couch, arm around Pidge, arched a dark eyebrow. Lance sat on the opposite side, with Pidge tucked between them.

Keith’s face was impassive, though humor twinkled in lavender-gray eyes. “Are there more magical chabbits? Will they form a tiny Voltron?”

At this Pidge snorted and dissolved into laughter. Lance had just returned to the trio’s apartment on Mars after a week of piloting a Blade of Marmora transport and they were sharing a dinner consisting of the two basic food groups: pizza and beer.

“You’re drunk.” Lance shook a finger at Pidge and reached for her beer which she managed to keep out of his hands.

“I’m not the one talking about telepathic rat lizards from the planet Daizabaal,” she said and giggled. Yeah. Pidge was tipsy. Only drunk Pidge giggled.