#platonic shallura

[klspacecadet]

can more people scream about platonic allurance

like thats my mini hyperfixation rn (inside the larger klance and vld one) and im so sad its just not a huge thing i love them so much i wanna see them go shopping in a mall and go to claires please

THEY WOULD GO TO CLAIRES and buy fake nails and shitty dollar store eyelashes please they would walk around pretending to be a couple and go into build a bear with the dumbest pet names trying not to laugh (based off true events)

[sockdooe]

“Shiro, there’s no need to thank me.”

“I know…but I want to.”

[mckinlily]

Writing Shallura is just like… Undying declarations of love and fidelity before either of them have even figured out they LIKE each other yet.

Yes, I love you to the end of the earth, I would do anything for you, I would die for you, I would live to be a better person for you. You mean more to me than anyone in the universe, and I will tell anyone that.

….what do you mean people think we're dating??

[mckinlily]

“They’re just so….cute!” whined Shiro into Allura’s thigh. She patted his shoulder sympathetically, slurping her boba tea while she scrolled through Netflix on the tv.

“I think I’m gonna die. I had no idea human beings could be so adorable,” he moaned, pressing his face further into her.

“Didn’t they set the studio on fire?”

“Only nearly! We got the fire put out before it could spread to the curtains. And we learned about fire extinguishers!”

Allura snorted. “You came home with stitches,” she pointed out.

“We also learned about knife safety,” replied Shiro primly.

Allura patted his head and took a loud slurp of her boba.

“They’re—they’re just so smart. And clever and creative—”

“Even when they’re biting their classmates?”

“They’re learning. No one’s perfect. And they’re trying so hard.”

Allura finished her boba with a loud, rattling slurp. She set it on the coffee table and gripped Shiro’s shoulders, pushing him up so he was forced to look at her.

“Shiro. Takashi.” She met his eyes seriously. “We live in a one bedroom apartment.”

“Yes?” said Shiro, not sure where this was going.

Allura was wearing an expression that said he wasn’t going to like want she was going to say and expected him to listen to her anyway.

“You cannot adopt an entire class of seven year olds.”

“There’s only four!”

Allura gave him A Look.

“I wasn’t planning an adopting them anyway,” grumbled Shiro. “I just think they’re sweet and precious—”

“Two of your sweet precious children screamed so loudly the police were called.”

“…they were having fun?”

Shiro thunked his head back into Allura’s lap. She started running her fingernails lightly against his scalp, and it was heavenly. He might adore his new class of seven year olds, but his slowly growing headache did not.

“They just… They’re so small and full of life and they care so much. I just want to protect them,” he finished, softer.

Allura hummed. “I told you they wouldn’t be scared of you. You’re good with children.”

He had been once. He hadn’t been sure if he still had that ability. But if today was an indication…

Allura poked him once in the middle of the forehead. “We’re still not adopting any of them.”

“Yeah, yeah,” mumbled Shiro. Allura kept up her scalp message, and Shiro made it all the way through an episode of some home make over show before he broke.

“….not even Keith?”

When quiet artist!Shiro hosts a candlemaking class for beginners, he ends up enamored with one of his students.

[bluelancelion]

I am this 👌 close to rewrite the whole rwrb movie with Klance instead.

Listen. LISTEN.

Lance is, obviously, the sexy Cuban son of the president 💅

You CAN'T convince me Lance isn't just as devoted to the people and wanting to leave a mark as Alex

Keith will be the prince of England for plot purposes

He's still gonna be Korean tho don't ask me how

At first I wanted to make Shiro Keith's older brother who gets married to Allura, but I don't wanna make Shiro straight

So I thought, what if Shiro and Allura are the couple that gets married but they're secretly platonic besties because they're both queer and closeted? 😭😭😭 adds a flavor of angst

(Plus I'm a sucker for Shallura platonic soulmates)

Then I thought LET'S MAKE JAMES THE ASSHOLE BROTHER, and Shiro the openly supportive gay cousin 💪

Allura IS Zahra

Pidge and Hunk will fill Nora's role as Lance's besties like duhhhh

Or Hunk could be the bodyguard!!!! From the secret services!!!!!

TW: I haven't read the book (yet) so this is all movie based

And the rest is history (the one they'll make AJDGSGSGUWGSGS)

[verdantmeadows]

Ranking the VLD ships I know!

Warning for a "hated" tier, if you know you have a Voltron ship that upsets you to see it hated by someone, don't read this! Nothing on here is personal towards anyone and their ship tastes, this is just what I like.

I'm only on Season 2 Episode 8 and this is my first time watching Voltron! No spoilers please! Everything is romantically shipped except in the "love it nonromantically" tier.

OTP and actively ship it: Klance OTP for character: Shiro x Adam, Hunk x Shay Love: Coran x Shiro, Slav x Shiro Like: Matt x Shiro, Alfor x Coran Love it nonromantically, i.e., familially or platonically--the relationship is just important to me: Shallura (platonic), Allurance (platonic), Coran & Allura (familial), Coran & the Paladins (familial/platonic), all the Paladins with each other (familial/platonic), Sheith (familial), Shance (familial/platonic), Allura & the Paladins (familial/platonic), Hance (platonic), Shaladin (familial/platonic) Dislike: Allurance, Pidge x anyone (I headcanon him as aro)

Hate: Allura x anyone (due to her ambiguous age/I headcanon her as aroace), Shaladin, Sheith, anything I listed as familial in the "love it nonromantically" section, any ships with Keith that aren't with Lance, any ships with Lance that aren't with Keith

[yelmor-boots]

Redraw of Allura and Shiro I made at some point in the past. I don’t really remember when I drew that. Shiro’s hair is a little different in this one.

[incorrectvld-quotes]

Allura: What the quiznak are you doing up at four in the morning?

Shiro: I want a ham sandwich.

Allura: But it's-

Shiro: SANDWICHES WAIT FOR NO ONE

[sleepyssnail]

Summary: Shiro and Allura have been friends since they were kids, and they'll stay friends through it all. Some snapshots of their relationship growing up and dealing with what life throws at them.

I had this as a request and kinda...love it too much. I ran away with the idea

[rray-gunn]

I was inspired by @zuspacey‘s “birds of a feather” and i always thought Shiro and Allura would be close friends... idk.. someone take my sketchbook away from me

[theroundbartable]

Klance Soulmate-AU

So, guys, guys, just hear me out: So, Lance and Keith are NOT soulmates in this one. It´s like the usual countdown on the wrist AU, but when you find your soulmate, it stays at zero. Only when you truly connect and work on your relationship, the clock will disappear and you´ll live happily ever after. (Platonic soulmates exist as well, obviously. Some people don´t have a soulmate. They are the children of those soulmates that “merged” in their previous lives.) - Lance is Allura´s soulmate   - the day they met it was obviously love at first sight. For Lance at least.     Allura however, was “surprised” let me tell you.     Of course, she thought they might just need some time to get used to each     other, but soon realizes that no matter what they do, their clock just does not      disappear. (((((((- (Keith and Shiro are seen as brothers in this one.    Originally I used the word “broganes” in this au, therefore used it incorrectly. Thanks for the hint though. However, I cannot untag the “broganes”, because I never tagged it as such??? At least to my knowledge, i couldn´t find it.))))))))))   -Shiro and Keith:  They knew from day one they were platonic soulmates, because, duh.      Brothers. They still have to figure out a way how to make the clock disappear. - pidge does not have a timer. But she keeps a timer with her all the time, so when someone asks her questions about her soulmate, she looks them dead in the eye and says : It´s 5 past 12 and none of your business. - Hunk´s soulmate is Shay (just because) and their timers disappeared almost instantly when they met. - Coran´s timer disappeared years ago, but never told them for who. He´s their teacher by the way. ----------------- So, while Lance was always bragging about his beautiful girlfriend Allura, he got in lots of fights with Keith during the breaks in school. Allura and Shiro, however, got along pretty well, so they force their soulmates to behave around each other and ask them to spend time together more often. Time goes on and Lance and Keith (as in every fanfiction about Klance ever) start getting along. They start hanging out even more, without Allura and Shiro and one day, Keith makes the “mistake” and kisses Lance. Lance runs off, of course. The very next day, however, something changes. Their timers are blinking. Allura and Shiro notice as well, because their own timers suddenly start counting time instead of staying at zero. All four of them start to panic, because they have no idea what is happening. So they meet up, to talk about what´s happening. Keith and Lance have to explain what´s happened and Lance admits that he chickened out, when Keith kissed him, because of his actual feelings for him. He tells them that he was afraid, because he also realized that he was not in love with Allura anymore, though they had always expected to fall for each other eventually. Allura then explains to him that she still loves him no matter what, but more platonically. And she always wondered why they had been feeling differently about it back then. (Shiro and Allura also feel a more platonic connection towards each other, btw.) The blinking of the timer and the counting stops right then. And a different symbol appears on their wrists. It´s more of a compass then. When they move, it shows them were the others are. This was the first time in history that two halves of a different soul connected and “merged”, therefore connected four soulmates.

[maychorianrecs]

Forming Bonds by Eastofthemoon

Forming Bonds by Eastofthemoon Words: 34,054 Author’s Summary: When Keith is told by his father he is going work along side with a young Altean named Shiro in order to protect Princess Allura he is less than thrilled. However, over time, Keith finds himself becoming more and more protective of his new friends, especially with the threat of Zarkon looming over their heads. My Comments: I love it when fics treat the development and strengthening of platonic relationships with the care and finesse that you usually only see with romantic relationships. This is a great AU in which Keith, Shiro, and Allura have to both want to form bonds with each other and work on making their relationship develop, and it’s very satisfying to read.

[legallyspawned]

Voltron Soulmate AU where the 5 paladins, Allura, and Coran are soulmates (either all platonic, or Klance and Shallura and the rest platonic)

Lance was born with the words "Who are you? Where am I?" on one wrist and the name Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe on the other.

He has a soulmate timer that reaches 0 when he meets his new roommate.

He sees color for the first time when he meets his gremlin of a communications officer.

His left eye, which used to be such a deep purple it looked black, changes to match his other cerulean blue after making eye contact with another pilot student, who he immediately declares a rivalry with.

For most of his life, he has the normal amount of shared pain from one of his soulmates, but one day it becomes regularly excruciating and crippling, culminating in the feeling of losing his arm.

[juskla]

VOLTRON LASER TAG AU

it’s finally done! this is an art piece i had wanted to do for a long time, based on this drabble i wrote back in april. i am stoked enough about how this turned out that i’m thinking about making it a print! would anyone be interested in that?

PS if anyone wants to draw the characters in these outfits or make a fic about the au, as long as you credit me and link back to this post, you’re more than welcome to! i would love to see more laser tag au! if you’re curious, the teams are BLUE: allura (captain), pidge, lance and RED: shiro (captain), hunk, keith!

[art tag] [twitter]

[mckinlily]

.match

Alteans marks are the source and subject of many legends. Cellica, they are called. Babies are born with skin entirely unadorned; the cheek marks are the first to appear about the same time the babies begin to sit up. They start as lighter patches of skin that quickly develop the stiffer, smoother texture of cellica. When the cellica develop to their full fledged color, the baby is taken to the local Priestess for their Naming Ceremony, where they are officially recognized as part of Altea. Throughout childhood and into the beginning of puberty, other marks appear. Along their arms, down their back, over their legs and hips. Although most cheek marks look the same from Altean to Altean, the others vary. The general placement and symmetry remains the same, but some are rounder, some more angular. Some come in continuous lines while others are broken up in patterns.

There’s a lot of superstition about cellica. Only those found on the cheeks are shown to the public--the rest are reserved for partners, family members, and very close friends. There is an old superstition that the shape of your cellica reflect the shape of your soul; to see one’s cellica is to see the essence their soul. Old wives tales and folk lore talk of evil alchemists using the shapes of one’s cellica to cast spells on them. Those tales are considered works of fictions these days, but the general belief--that these are something personal, private, to be shared only under the conditions of greatest trust--remains. The most personal marks are considered to be those that reside on the inside of one’s wrist. These marks tend to be slimmer, more delicate and intricate, and even the most brazen Altean who many be willing to walk with both their arms bare for the viewing will cover their wrists with bands or bangles. Hands are no longer so very scandalous as they once were, but most Alteans will still wear gloves. Even Allura’s fingerless gloves were considered risqué by certain members of the court when she first donned them, but she considered them quite old fashioned.

But other superstitions are more fun. There is a whole market of books and holo-vids and lectures claiming to “interpret” cellica ranging from��personality to romance and destiny. The scientific community agrees that cellica are merely the result of random genetic variation and seem to serve a purpose in channelling and keeping one’s quintessence at a healthy level. While this is generally known by the public, is has done nothing to stop the public interest in cellica readings, rather like the Altean equivalent of horoscopes. Sure, everyone knows it’s basically nonsense, but it’s fun to imagine, is it not?

And the most persistent and enticing superstition is that the shape of your cellica will match those of your soulmate. Skeptics will point out that the definition of a match is left so vague and the variation between marks so common, that it is possible to claim any two people’s cellica “match.” Which, indeed, is exactly what happens. Some poor souls spend their whole lives chasing the perfect match or believing they match anyone they come in contact with. But most often, partners choose each other first and then find the similarities that “prove” their cellica compatibility later, thus perpetuating the legend. There are a multiple schools of thought theorizing which marking styles are compatible, which complement each other, which ones should never go together. And thus it is entirely possible for any combination of partners to confidently claim they were “fated.”

Like most children, Allura grew up imagining of the day she would share her cellica marks with someone special. She had little interest in courting and romance now, caught up as she was in studying and training and all the other duties that came with being a princess, but later (whenever later happened to be) she dreamed of baring her arms to someone she loved while they did the same and tracing out the similarities drawn in their skin. 

But then there was the Galra and the war--even if she had wanted to court, she didn’t have the time--and then waking up ten thousand years later to a people who were gone and a war that was still waging. Any thoughts of soulmates and romance were completely wiped from her mind, replaced by righteous fury, vengeance, and the need to survive. 

Allura keeps busy: planning battles, training the paladins, and most of all, trying to develop her new skills with quintessence. Alchemy had always been something other people did. Allura was more interested in fighting or flying or even law and diplomacy. But now her magic is essential to their survival and all she has to go off of are vague memories and Haggar. She is determined and desperate, racing to learn as much as she can because what she doesn’t know could be what gets someone killed. 

(...one of the paladins killed. Allura had never thought of finding family outside the one her blood gave her, never thought she’d need to, but they wormed their way in and they can’t--she can not lose them now.)

Allura may not know much about alchemy and magic, but it doesn’t take long for her to realize one of her cellica have changed. Where once was a delicate half-moon of shimmery pink inside her wrist is now a disfigured blob, duller and smeared like spilled oil. Horror strikes sharp pain in her sternum that works its way into something heavier and colder as she remembers Haggar’s red and jagged marks. In a sick way, it makes sense. Cellica have always been connected to quintessence, and she has been using more and in ways she had never imagined. Perhaps if she had someone older, someone knowledgeable and experienced to guide her, she could learn the tricks or skills or whatever it is to avoid it. But she doesn’t. She’s completely alone, the only other alchemist being Haggar, and she has to learn because otherwise innocent people will die.

Allura will never run away from the people who need her. Not again.

So she fights, and she learns. She battles Haggar to a standstill and tries so, so hard not to look at her arms. But sometimes she can’t avoid it, and she can hardly bare what she finds. The delicate, intricate cellica on the insides of her wrists are shattered now. Some splatter like spilled numvil, others have gone dull and sickly grey. New marks, disfigured and without symmetry smear over her arms and into her palms. They look like dead things, pressed into her skin and now a part of her. Some marks start out pink but turn grey-white and misshapen, and that’s somehow worse.

Allura tells no one. She knows that cellica are simply a quirk of genetics, that they have no bearing on the worth or character of a person, and that there had been those when Altea was still alive with disfigured or missing cellica who lived perfectly happy, valuable lives. It doesn’t change how she feels. Tainted, defiled, broken. She can’t even bring it up to Coran, the shame too much for her to bear. It was well known that when an Altean loved someone, truly loved them, and in moments of greatest intimacy, their cellica could light up like a personal galaxy. Allura has known since she first woke up that she will likely never have someone to glow for her, but she must now face the fact that she will never be able to glow for anyone else. Not without looking more patchy than starry and highlighting the broken and dead places where her cellica should be. The idea of it repulses her. She’s incapable of love like she wants--like she should--and she feels so broken, tainted and alone. 

But she can’t stop. Whatever she does, she won’t stop until the Galra are defeated and the universe is free again. If the personal cost is her marks and her soul, so be it. It is no one’s burden but hers. She wears her sleeves long and tight, says nothing, and carries on because that was what she was built to do.

Or, at least, that was what she meant to do. But the paladins are nothing if not unpredictable and perhaps no one more so than Shiro. He’s patient and thoughtful. Strong enough to survive the arena, the Galra, and everything they throw at him. And stronger still to remain kind through it all. He’s her strongest ally (tied with Coran), and over time becomes her closest confidant. They discuss the war and the strategies they need to survive, but their conversations frequently turn to something more. Shiro is curious about Altean history and culture and willing to listen no matter how long she babbles on. And although he doesn’t ask and she certainly doesn’t mean to tell, she ends up retelling old folk tales which leads to myths and cellica.

“There’s this old superstition that your cellica will match those of your soul mate,” she says.

“Is it rude to ask someone what their cellica look like?”

“Yes,” says Allura. She remembers her own cellica, damaged and meaningless now. She sighs.“Though perhaps not in my case.”

“Because you’re the princess?” says Shiro, looking adorably earnest and confused.

Allura almost laughs at him, but she can’t. Instead, she wraps a hand around the wrist where the damage is greatest. “No,” she says. “Because they won't match anyone anymore. Even if I did find more Alteans. They’re--they’re ruined.”

“Oh,” says Shiro. He doesn’t quite reach out for her, but his face emotes empathy.

And Allura doesn’t know why she does it, but she removes her gloves and pushes her sleeves up. The sleeves are too tight to get past her elbow, but it’s enough. Her ugly, shattered and disfigured cellica are on display. She holds them out to Shiro saying, “They’re supposed to be pink. And symmetric--” symmetry had always been important, no matter who you asked “--and not like this.” 

Shiro takes her hands, eyebrows pulling together as he scans over her arms and then back to her face. “Is this from the war?”

“Fighting Haggar,” Allura confirms. “The damage has stopped spreading mostly, but...” But it was there, irreversible, the price paid.

Shiro’s expression is sad but too deep to be pity. And he doesn’t tell her she shouldn’t have done it: he as well as anyone knows the costs of war. “I’m so sorry,” he said softly instead.

“It’s...” Allura means to say “it’s fine,” but Shiro is gentle and here, and it all comes tumbling out. The stories and the fear, the superstitions, the glowing and how she will never be able to show someone her love without also reminding them of how she was broken, and the way she feels tarnished, less of a person.

Shiro listens through all of this, his eyes moving between her face and her arms and back again. He’d asked if it was all right for him to touch her marks, and Allura hadn’t said no, but she hadn’t quite said yes either, so he remained, only holding her hands and gently squeezing her fingers. 

Eventually, Allura removes one of her hands to wipe at her eyes. She feels exhausted and heavy, and while sharing has lifted some of the burden, it’s also opened wounds she had been trying so hard to ignore.

Shiro hasn’t spoken in a while. Finally, he gets up, and Allura has the sudden, irrational fear that he’s leaving.

“Close your eyes,” he says. “Or just...” he hitches his shoulders uncomfortably, “don’t look.”

He turns his back on her, but then Allura realizes he’s messing with the hem of his shirt and she immediately looks away, cheeks hot. The idea of Shiro taking off his shirt, even if she isn’t looking, even if humans have very different standards of privacy is horribly embarrassing. She can hardly bare to hear the rustle of his clothes. 

Shiro huffs a soft laugh. “Okay, you can look now.”

He’s sitting in front of her again. His shirt is off, but he still has on the vest he normally wears on top of it, thank the Ancients. Allura is in no way ready to see all the skin of his chest right now. 

Allura is so distracted by her embarrassment, it takes her a minute to notice that Shiro is holding out his hands to her the same way she had to him earlier.

“I know it’s not the same, but...” He trails off, his lip caught between his teeth like he’s nervous.

It occurs to Allura that she’s never seen Shiro’s bare arms. She never questioned it before. He was the oldest of the paladins, and though Allura now knows that humans don’t have marks or any reason to cover their arms as they get older, it simply made sense to her that Shiro’s would be covered. But they’re bare now, and Allura is looking. Most noticeable, of course, is the Galra arm, the silver metal that she had seen before, though now she could also seen the red, scarred, and puffy skin where the metal meets flesh. The sight pains her.

But the other arm is possibly worse. There are scars running from a shiny welt behind his thumb to the gnarled knot over his shoulder. They come in all shapes and sizes, some patterned like claw marks, others smears as if entire chunks got melted or burned away. Still others arc and fracture like electricity. There’s a whole world of pain and endurance and torture in just one arm, and Allura has to be mindful of her strength so that she doesn’t crush his hands in her fury. 

“Just...” says Shiro when she doesn’t respond. He shrugs uncomfortably, looking both nervous and tentatively hopeful. “I’m not symmetric either. We match.”

We match. Allura’s eyes meet his. His smile is nervous--no, embarrassed. His shoulders hunch in even as he holds his arms out to her, and Allura realizes he keeps his scars covered for the same reason she hides hers. Because they feel shameful, tainted, and reminders of pain and trauma. 

And yet Allura doesn’t see Shiro as broken. She can’t. He is the strongest person she has ever known, and she takes a certain, vicious pride in knowing he was strong enough survive this--that he came back to them and leads and fights with them now. The scars are proof that the Galra tried to destroy him. But they didn’t. Shiro is still here, noble and determined as ever, and lending his strength to keep them going every day.

Allura looks down at where their hands rest between them, both covered in random, ugly and disfigured marks. Shiro is right: they do match. Not because of any lore, but because they have both fought--and lost and suffered and picked themselves up and kept fighting because they refuse to be defeated. These are marks they wear so that others won’t have to. Marks of sacrifice, of love and determination.

Both of them would die to save the universe. But they haven’t. They have lived.

Allura gently squeezes Shiro’s fingers. She doesn’t have words, but she doesn’t have to because Shiro understands. For the first time since her first cellica changed, she doesn’t feel so very alone.

“Thank you,” she says softly.

“You don’t need to thank me.” Shiro takes his arms back, tucking them against his chest. His cheeks are red, and he ducks his head. “I know it isn’t pretty.”

Allura places her hand on his shoulder. Seeing the same emotions in Shiro and reflected back at her is strange but also freeing. “Shiro,” she says. “Nothing about you is ugly or shameful. I promise you.”

Shiro’s eyes look over-bright for a moment, but he still smiles. “The same is true of you, Allura. A million times over. We are so incredibly lucky to have you.”

It’s Allura’s turn to blush, and a few spots among her ruined cellica lighten, a disjointed attempt to glow. But this time, next to Shiro who has scars and loss of his own, she doesn’t feel so very broken.

Allura still wears her sleeves long. She will probably never show her cellica to anyone, even though Coran and the paladins are as good as family. The loss is still deep. But when she looks across the bridge, Shiro is there, with his own dark sleeves and hidden pain, and when he catches her looking, his eyes gleam with determination.

They may not both be Altean, but they have clearly been marked by the universe in their unique ways. They match, and perhaps that’s all cellica and soulmates are about in the end: a promise neither one of them is alone. 

[void-tiger]

An Idea. Maybe (i am a dirty rotten liar when it comes to actually writing what I say I have ideas for):

Allura Week but each day focuses on Allura’s Friendship/Relationship with another member of Team Voltron. So like (in no particular order)

Allura and Shiro

Allura and Coran

Allura and Pidge

Allura and Hunk

Allura and Keith

Allura and Lance

Allura and Jiro OR Allura and FullFam

Or… Allura with specific groups then the full team. So like:

Allura with the GG Trio

Allura with broganes

Allura with the Twins

Allura with Team Punk

Allura with Shiro, Lance, and Keith (ie, Piloting Stupidity. No braincells, only gottagofaaasaast)

Still Allura and Pidge (but maybe pull in other female characters (canon or fanon or oldtron etc)

Then Allura and Full Spacefam

Again. Don’t listen to me. I’m terrible at actually following through. But. Our princess having Fun with people she loves/is learning to love (depending on where on a timeline things feel the most inspiring)? Yes please.