#shiro: keith! language!

[discordiansamba]

cannot emphasize how small Keith is in the pidge keith ageswap. I mean. we know he was tiny at that age. we all saw him next to Shiro. but have you processed Keith at that age at that height in paladin armor yet? he is so fucking small.

lance, hunk & pidge all squinting at him after the half-galra reveal like... are you sure. i'm pretty sure the Galra are giants and Keith is well. tiny.

[torveiglyart]

The voltron crew as quotes I saw on bags while on vacation:

I always carry a knife in my purse. You know, in case of cheesecake or something. -Keith

Taking off my makeup at the end of the day is always bittersweet. Like goodbye fierce and confident bitch, hello bitch who can rub her eyes. -Lance

Parenting hacks 101. There are none. Good luck. -Shiro

High maintenance 🍃. -Pidge

If a glass of wine is good for you, imagine what the whole bottle can do. -Coran

My vacation budget and a seagull flew away with my fries. -Hunk

Take me and you get a free ride in a police car. -Allura

[keithsautism]

I feel like Keith and Lance are both ND but in different ways. Keith is the kind of guy who would really like physical contact and words of affirmation as love languages. He's pretty good at telling Lance how he feels about him later in the series. He'd probably appreciate the lack of ambiguity and take things at face value/put trust in I love yous.

Meanwhile Lance grew up in a big family so they might not have had as much money. Receiving gifts was a really big deal for him growing up. I can imagine Keith giving Lance a cool blue shell he found at an alien market and being all confused, thinking Lance doesn't like it when he goes still. Like he wants to take it back and is disappointed that Lance doesn't like it. But he does, he's just a bit overwhelmed by the gesture. Trying to show why he thought getting some silly shell was a good idea, Keith meekly tells him to look at this pretty part of it, turning it over in Lance's hands, pointing out an opalescent part that's all different kinds of blues. Says it reminds him of Lance's eyes.

Lance says something like "How would you know what colour my eyes are" because eye contact is not Keith's forte, but there's no bite behind it, and Keith doesn't get the joke anyway, just looks nervous. Keith just says they're pretty, as if he couldn't not have noticed. Lance puts it down on his side table gently. Keith says "You don't like it?" Lance gives him a super tender kiss. They kiss for a while holding each other, and Keith hugs him, sighing with contentment into lance's shoulder. Says "Holding you feels like home" then Lance dies on the spot

[comfortlesshurt]

oh my god i'm going crazy over voltron art from like... 2017?

[egotenebrisper]

I will always, always, always, be annoying about the Japanese dubbing choosing AISHITERU for this I love you. And there are those who say they are brothers and just great friends 😃

“I love you.”

[autisticlancemcclain]

The situation starts on the couches of a hotel lobby on a random planet at three-something in the morning, sprawled all over each other, exhausted, as Coran quietly checks them in.

“Hey, Lance,” whispers Keith, from somewhere beside the shoulder he offered. Lance groans, feigning more tiredness than he actually feels, heart racing since Keith first shifted so Lance would have somewhere to rest his head. He has this strange feeling of invasion, even though Keith offered, even though they’ve been in this position dozens of times before. He’s waiting almost for the other shoe to drop.

“Mm-what,” he mumbles, muffled into his roughed shoulder pads, words smushed together.

Keith sighs instead of answering. For half a second Lance tenses. But Keith only shifts again, not pushing Lance off but moving so Lance is pressed closer to him, and then the heat of his breath tickles the shell of Lance’s ear, and he tenses for a whole different reason.

And then there is, inexplicably, the feeling of what must be Keith’s lips, pressed to the side of Lance’s skull, gentle and lingering, and Lance thinks clearly to himself: what the fresh actual and genuine fuck.

“‘M sorry,” says Keith, so quiet it would be impossible to hear were his mouth not one single inch away from Lance’s ear. He kisses again, and he almost sags into the motion, into Lance. “I shouldn’t have been so dismissive of you earlier. I was stressed. I missed you, too.”

Lance opens his mouth. He muffles a choking sound with all of his strength.

“All good in the hood,” he finally manages, and then wants to strangle himself. “We’re — tight, Keithalicious.”

Somewhere, somehow, there is a God, and this God looks upon him with the utmost cruelty, and so Lance suffers, unjustly, every day of his life. He often prays that he will wake up one morning in the absence of a tongue. A hindrance and horrible sacrifice, of course, but one that may be worth the total sum of humiliation he feels so acutely and so frequently by virtue of God’s gift of language.

Shit is just not worth it, sometimes.

Keith’s laugh tickles a little. “I’m glad, sweetheart.” His final kiss is light, more of a peck than anything. He pats Lance’s hip twice before standing. Lance wonders, vaguely, when the hell his hand was in his hip area in the first place, and how the hell he’s supposed to rationalize that somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind. “‘M gonna go help Coran. See you in a few.”

“Yeah,” is what Lance means to say, but unfortunately when he opens his mouth the only sound that escapes is a strange kind of croak, clawing its way out of his throat and withering to death somewhere in the air between them. It may be, he realises with an intense flash of solemnity, the last remaining dredges of his dignity. Rest in fucking peace.

Keith just smiles again (a real one that shows his crooked incisors and crinkles his eyes and makes him looks handsome, not hot or sexy or beautiful but handsome, in a way that genuinely makes Lance weak in the knees) and jogs over to the front desk. Lance watches him place a friendly hand on Coran’s shoulder, leaning in and narrowing his eyes at the paper the front desk worker offers, saying something Lance can’t hear with his Black Paladin face in full force. When he finally manages to wrench his eyes away, he sees the faces of his team, gobsmacked, staring at him with wide eyes and jaws brushing the polished blue tiles.

“What,” Shiro manages eventually, “the fuck.”

“Since fucking when are you two boning!” Pidge adds, shamelessly.

“I thought you had a thing for Allura?” questions Hunk.

Lance’s own jaw snaps shut. His ears burn, worse than they already were, and he glances at the princess only to find her already looking away. Shame burns something fierce in the pit of his stomach. It’s an unwelcome replacement of the butterflies.

“What me and Keith do behind a closed door is none of your business,” Lance says hotly, straightening his shoulders and puffing out his chest ridiculously. His heart pounds. He raises his voice to drown it out. “We had a bonding moment, after all.”

Pidge barks a laugh. The rest of the snorts and giggles soon follow, and soon the team is looking at him in fond exasperation, rolling their eyes and muttering about Lance and his antics. Allura, even, looks him in the face again. The roiling in his stomach doesn’t change, but the pound of his heart is replaced with something bitter on the back of his tongue.

Anything is better than looking ignorant. Even if you look like a fool.

He settles into the corner of the couch — much less comfortable than Keith’s armoured shoulder, somehow — and lets his eyes slide shut, lets the familiar sound of his team quietly conversing and the ambient sound of a public place at night wash over him as he fades into a half-sleep. The same kind of sleep in a car on the way home from a long road trip, late at night; half aware of the movement and murmured sound of your parents’ whispering in front seat, time stretching around you like taffy.

He stirs slowly at the sound of boots hitting the floor, bleary eyes still half-shut. Keith slowly comes back into focus, standing in front of him now. He’s frowning, troubled.

“They booked us two separate rooms,” he explains, pursing his lips at the two keys in his hand.

Lance pauses. “…Yes.”

Keith doesn’t pick up on it. (That, at least, is familiar enough to make Lance smile.)

“You’d think they’d…well, whatever. I suppose it’s fine. I’ll come join you after you’re showered?”

“Keith —”

“I think my room has the bigger bed, actually. You come to mine.” He opens the little envelope thing and pulls out the extra key, sliding it into Lance’s hands. “I’ll bring up your luggage.”

“Keith, I’m not going to —”

Lance stops.

Keith, I’m not going to sleep with you, is what he was going to say. Keith, what the hell. Keith, you’re acting like a pod person. Keith, I don’t understand what’s going on. Keith, everyone is laughing at us and you don’t seem to notice. Or care. Keith, you’re acting like you’re my — boyfriend, or something. Keith, one day ago you didn’t want anything to do with me. Keith, now you can’t seem to get enough of me. Keith, I am going to lose my mind. Keith, Keith, Keith.

“Okay,” Lance says instead, quiet. He turns the key over in his hands. It looks like a regular white hotel key. It feels heavier, somehow. “Okay, I’ll meet you in twenty.”

Keith flashes a quick smile. It, too, is genuine, and Lance lips are quirking up to match before he can think about it.

“Liar. You’ve never taken less than a half hour shower in your life.”

“I have — so.”

Shaking his head, fondness bleeding from him, Keith steps forward, bending down and pressing a gentle kiss to Lance’s forehead. Lance feels all the air exit his body in one huge whoosh.

“I know you, goober. We got all night. Decompress. I’ll check the closet and under the bed before you get there. Don’t take too long.”

Lance stills. He watches after Keith with wide eyes. His heart, finally calmed again, fucking races.

He’s never, not once in his life, told anyone about the — thing. With the — closets, and under the bed. Not one person; not even Hunk.

It’s stupid, is what it is.

But Lance’s older cousin was kind of a — jerk. And when they were kids he would make these freaky fucking paintings with red eyes and smudged faces and — hide them, in Lance’s closet or dresser drawers or under his bed, and convince him they would come to life in the night and posses him, and it was so fucking dumb, but Lance has always been gullible and it used to scare the shit out of him, because he would never know when they would appear and it would just — freak him out. All the time. Unless he checked his entire room once in the daytime before sleeping, he would never be able to fall asleep.

And he’s never fucking — told anyone about that. Because as a kid it was terrifying to say out loud and as he got older it was just embarrassing. But Keith knows, somehow.

Keith knows.

Lance exhales, air whistling sharply from between his teeth, “Whatever. Whatever. You know what? Whatever,” and stomps over to the elevator. “This is — I’m going to shower. And not think. I don’t — whatever.”

He stews the whole way up to his room. He stews as the key doesn’t fucking work in the slot until the fourth try. He stews as he yanks off his armour and flings it into a random corner, relishing in the heavy thud as it hits the wall, hoping it cracks. He stews as he angrily presses all the buttons in the shower and hops in, cussing as he’s assaulted with an onslaught of hot-cold-hot-cold-soap-soap-soap, aggressively blinking away the sting in his eye and cursing the very air molecules around him. He stews the entire fucking forty minute shower, although admittedly he does, by the ten minute mark, start to calm down a little.

By the time he steps onto the bathmat, he’s just — tired.

“Whatever,” he sighs to himself again, but this time it’s more weary than anything. “Just — I guess. Sure. Whatever.”

There’s a fancy complimentary robe folded neatly on the stack of towels. He swallows the lump in his throat, thinking of his beautiful blue one, now ashes with the rest of the castle.

“Whatever,” he repeats to himself, firmly. Eventually he manages to blink the tears away.

The walk to Keith’s room is short, and cold, and probably embarrassing, since he is in a robe and slippers and a twisty shower hat, but he’s too drained to care. Every step is heavy. By the time he manages to slide the key in the lock — this key cooperates, go fucking figure — and shove the heavy door open, he feels…precarious.

Fragile, maybe.

It takes one look from Keith, one flash of soft indigo eyes and bedsheets untucked and folded over like he likes them and a nightlight shining low on the side table, for him to simply burst into tears.

“It has been a long fucking day,” he sobs.

“It sure as shit has,” Keith agrees, opening his arms, and Lance doesn’t bother thinking before collapsing into them, curling into Keith’s lap and tucking under his chin. Keith grips him tightly and squeezes, and it feels so strangely familiar and so perfect that it’s simply too much for Lance to worry about. He does not have the energy. It’s just — too good, and he’s so tired, and if this is all a trick or a dream or anything like that then he’ll handle it in the fucking morning. Right now Keith is warm and he’s a real fucking person offering real fucking affection with absolutely zero strings attached, none of them, and Lance is allowed to have nice things, actually, it’s written right the in paladin handbook, he knows because he wrote it there himself.

He can just — have this one thing.

“Let’s just sleep for a few thousand years,” Keith says, and he sounds exhausted as Lance does.

And if this is a dream than there’s absolutely nothing to lose, and also whatever, truly, so Lance gives fully into every impulse he’s been too ashamed to even admit in his own head and leans up to kiss him squarely on the lips. He is warm and sweet and tastes like toothpaste, and he kisses back without a second of hesitation, and his hands cup the side of Lance’s face and his calloused thumb brushes across his cheekbones, and it’s everything Lance could ever want it to be, and it makes all the horrible everything melt away. So Lance says screw you, universe, and kisses him until he’s too tired to keep his eyes open, and then he tucks in next to him and relishes in his arm over his waist and falls asleep faster than he ever has in his life listening to Keith’s heartbeat.

This is where the situation starts.

———

based on this thread

[ilcantodelsoleil]

as a korean who speaks both languages i adore keith being kor in certain hcs too but one of my favourite hcs is that when japanese!keith was a kid he 1. most definitely idolised shiro in part for the representation aspect and 2. shiro most DEFINITELY taught that boy some japanese to talk shit about their superiors in LMFAOOOO

shiro: うっせー。

keith: (uncontrollable snickering)

sometimes broganes dynamic is teaching ur lil bro to inconspicuously swear at assholes. sometimes it is bestowing lifechanging advice.

[starshineswirl]

What if Adam’s not a super touchy-feely person and generally just likes his own personal space (ofc he’ll indulge Shiro in some cuddles and hugs but it’s just not his love language). BUT then Keith comes along and for some reason he absolutely lovessss cuddling with Adam and Shiro just watches his bf turn into a cuddly person overnight — just for Keith — while he had failed to convert him for the past like 8 years.

Just something I think abt from time to time <3

[cryoverkiltmilk]

Reminder that pink is the goth color for fallen warriors in Altean culture

Voltron - Golion is keeping me company while I work and - And. 

(I don’t know about the english dub, but the italians are a bit, uh, interesting. As in “Woah, Zarkon, you are so chill” and “Haggar! You happy thing! How’s life?” or “They called the lions “damn cats!” again, awwwww”)  

[dragonhybrid456]

CAN YOU WRITE KIETH OR LANCE X MALE READER

OR, OR, OR VOLTRON X READER HEADCANONS!! DATING OR CRUSHES OR COURTING IDC BUT USE GENDER NEUTRAL READER SO EVERYONE CAN READ IT ☺️

PLEASE

I went with the dating headcannons, hope you like them :)

Warning!! I have not finished Voltron completely yet, but I do know bits and pieces so this might be a bit ooc

Voltron dating headcannons (GN reader)

Keith:

* I like to think that his love language is acts of service

* He’s very new to the whole “dating” thing and isn’t really good with his words so he relies on doing things for you

* Need help training? He’s got you. Stressed out? He’s not the best at it, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try and help his lover

* I don’t see Keith as the type of guy to use a lot of pet names

* Like dont get me wrong, I love pet names, but I personally can’t see Keith using them

* As tough and mean he is to others, you see a softer side of him

* Not in a “he’s really a big baby on the inside” crap

* More of a “he feels more calm and relaxed around you”

* After a stressful mission, he will definitely enter your room without a word and just flop either next to you or on top of you

* No words would be expressed, all he needs is some quiet and you to decompress

* In no way would he EVER let you get hurt

* This man will protect you with his life

* He can’t stand the thought of losing you, it kills him just thinking about the “what if” situations

* Not a big social person, but if you are then I think he will at least tag along for the ride

* Keith definitely worries that he’s not the “best” or “ideal” boyfriend for you

* He’s part Galra, he’s mean, he’s abrasive, he’s stubborn, what could you possibly see in him?????

* He needs a reminder now and then that he’s enough for you and that you love him

* You’ll sometimes find him late at night in the training room if he’s had a tough day

* You’ll have to physically drag him into bed and hold him down for him to sleep

Lance:

* Oh boy, he’s not called “lover boy” for no reason

* Absolutely loves to compliment you every single day

* Calls you stuff like, “mi amor” and “my girl/boy/partner”

* He likes to show you off and talks about you a lot

* Honestly the rest of the team is a little sick of it but they are also happy that he found someone like you

* Takes you on joy ride in his lion when he has some downtime

* He gets an earful from Allura

* His love language is definitely physical affection

* He loves holding your hands, your hugs, kissing you any chance he gets, and cuddling you

* Thinks he’s the big spoon but is really the little spoon most of the time

* When he gets homesick, he likes to be around you and talk to you to distract himself

* But some nights he’s crying in your arms, missing home, missing his family, and not knowing if or when he gets to see them again

* He likes to tell you stories from when he was little, what his family is like, and stories from his time at the garrison

* Will complain to you about how Keith annoyed him this time

* Overall, definitely a great lover

Shiro:

* Shiro is definitely more experienced with love than the other two

* He calls you stuff like “darling” “sweetheart” and other cute older pet names

* His love languages are quality time and acts of service

* I like to think that with all the excitement and craziness that comes with being apart of Voltron that he likes to just spend time with his lover and relax

* You two don’t even have to be doing something together

* He could be reading while your in the same room doing something completely different and he wouldn’t mind, just as long as he’s around you after such a stressful day

* Has severe PTSD and get nightmares almost every night

* He’s used to dealing with it alone but once you enter the picture he’s gonna have to get used to you waking up with him to comfort him

* Always tells you to go back to sleep and that “it’s nothing” but you know better than that

* He also has some self esteem issues about his metal arm, being disgusted by it some days and wanting nothing more than for it to disappear

* Please comfort him, space dad needs some love 🥺

* Likes to listen to you talk, your voice grounding him to reality and comforting him in times of need

* Like Keith, he is also protective of you

* After Adams death, he can’t help but have nightmares of you meeting the same fate

* Sometimes he becomes so paranoid about it that you have fights about missions you are sent on

* He knows you can take care of yourself, he trained you after all, but that won’t ease his nerves and memories about Adam

Hunk

* MY FAVORITE BOY 😍😍😍

* He’s so sweet to you, you don’t understand!

* He likes to call you “baby” “baking partner” or just a shorten version of your name if you have one

* His love languages is definitely gift giving and physical affection

* He loves cooking and baking new recipes for you to try and give him feedback

* With physical affection, he’s gonna be a bit nervous in the beginning about it, having never been in a relationship before, but he slowly starts to get more into it

* Hand holding, cuddling, hugging, there all his favorite ways to say he loves you

* He definitely one of the more nervous one when it comes to you fighting along side Voltron

* Hunk himself is more of a pacifist and is therefore already a little uneasy about even HIMSELF fighting

* So for you, his lover, to be put in the front lines with them has him very uneasy and nervous

* He just loves you so much he would never forgive himself if something happened to you 🥺

* He is always there if you have something on your mind that’s bothering you

* Whether it’s something small or large, he will always listen to you

* And vice versa, if he has something on his mind, be there for him cause he sometimes feels like he’s not listened to by the others

Pidge

* Definitely the least experienced out of the group (her and Keith are like neck and neck)

* I don’t see her using pet names, much like Keith

* Idk it just strikes me as odd for her to use pet names

* She definitely has stupid nicknames for you, but not stuff like baby or sweetheart

* If you don’t like that, sue me

* Her love language is definitely quality time

* She likes when you come around while she’s working on a new project so she can geek out about it

* You don’t even have to understand anything she says, she just likes when you’re around her when she’s working

* Also has you test some of the safer projects, she would never let you NEAR the more outrageous ones

* Unlike the others, she’s actually really open to you fighting along side her

* Don’t get me wrong, she would murder everyone if you got hurt, but she likes working with you and strategizing

* Will make you a weapon and enhanced suit if you asked

* Even if you don’t, she probably already has them in the works

[klance-headcanons-official]

Keith has a thick Texan accent, but over the years of bitchy garrison kids, he uses the accent that we hear in the show

But when he gets really mad? The paladins very much hear it. It shocked lance the first time he heard it!

Keith had seen shiro do something dangerous and stupid. He was, rightfully, concerned. So they’re arguing. Shiro says it wasn’t dangerous and that Keith is getting way too worked up over something small. Maybe he was over reacting but it’s Keith.

“Overreacting? You can’t be all hat and no fuckin cattle! And dont you DARE say I’m pitchin a hissy hit! The moment you saw it was gettin dangerous you AND PIDGE!” He points over at pidge who is on the sidelines with the alteans and other paladins like ‘since when does he have this accent and WHEN did he learn to talk like that?? TO SHIRO?? HIS BIG BROTHER..’ 😨😶

.

“y’all both should’ve dragged yer asses back here right quick!” “Keith-“ “I AM NOT DONE TALKIN! Hush up! Cause what in Tarnation was yall done thinkin?! And bless your heart cause I know you were trying to keep her safe but are you a fucking idjit? Cause you were done acting like one!” This goes on for twenty minutes until he switched to Korean because “there ain’t enough words in the English language to describe that I am madder then a hornet at y’all!”

This whole thing was in a very thick Texas accent

- Vee 💜

Wow that imagery actually just made the world a little more bearable

I love the thought of Keith being a little awkward the next day because he did not just talk to Shiro like that.

Shiro's not even mad, just impressed, but Kekth feels a little bad about it lmao

[spaceaces00]

Extended Languages Headcanons!

Lance: Cuban Spanish

Hunk: Samoan & bits of Tagalog from childhood friends (helped him learn Spanish faster w Lance bc a lot of the words/roots are similar)

Pidge: some Hebrew (& binary code, Morse code, fuckin Latin, etc.)

Keith: knows simple Korean & the swears (was learning as a kid but oops #deaddad)

Shiro: knows basic Japanese (I like to think that he, like Keith, had a rebellious era so he hated learning but as an adult tries to pick it up again) also some Korean bc tween Keith was feisty

Allura: Garla, Altean (maybe some other planets bc of trade, balls, royalty things idk)

Coran: weirdly a lot?? Apparently went like planet party hopping and picked up a bunch of

I think everyone learns Altean eventually bc it’s the ship and it’s like a dead language 🧍but Lance and Pidge learn the quickest ok the concept of shit talking in another language

They definitely pick up phrases from each other (especially bc they don’t have any one to practice it with and they don’t wanna forget :(

[darling-deerest-dead]

Stop, no way!!! I was also a Sheith shipper. I hightailed it out of that fandom because of the "it's incest ree" people, and I'm almost sure this argument started from that fandom.

Jokes on them, I write for House of the Dragon too. I know incest and Prongsfoot/Sheith ain't it.

STOP saying ‘basically incest’ or ‘feels incestuous’ in reference to ANY ship !!! nothing is ‘basically’ incest !!! go look up the word in a fucking dictionary, the definition is VERY clear. people who slander/try to invalidate a ship by calling it ‘basically’ incest infuriate me. if they are ACTUALLY part of the same family it is incest. if they are just very close friends it is not. for god’s sake, understand the meaning of a word before you use it. or stfu.

[andrewmoocow]

Allura: But since we're all going to die, Paladins, there's one more secret I must share with you all. I did not care for The Godfather.

Keith: What?

Allura: Did not care for The Godfather.

Pidge: How can you even say that, Allura?

Allura: Didn't like, didn't like it.

Hunk: Come on, it's so good, it's like the perfect movie!

Allura: And this is what everyone always says whenever, it's "Oh my..."

Lance: Marlon Brando, Al Pacino, I mean, you never see, Robert Duvall!

Allura: I know, look, fine human actors, did not like the movie.

Hunk: Why not?

Allura: Couldn't get into it.

Keith: Explain yourself, why couldn't you get into it?

Allura: It insists upon itself, Keith.

Keith: What?

Allura: It insists upon itself.

Keith: What does that even mean?

Lance: It has a valid point to make, it's insisted!

Allura: It takes forever getting in, and then you spend like six and a half vargas, and then, you know, I couldn't even get through it, I can't even finish the film. I've never even seen the ending.

Lance: YOU'VE NEVER SEEN THE ENDING?!

Shiro: But how can you not like it if you haven't even given it a chance?

Keith: I agree with Shiro, it's not really fair.

Pidge: It's outrageous!

Allura: I've tried on three separate occasions to get through it, and I get to the scene with all the men sitting in their chairs.

Keith: Yeah, that's a great scene, I love that scene.

Pidge: It's noted in every annal.

Allura: But it's not as good as you think it is. I have no idea what they're saying, it's like they're speaking a different language. That's when I start losing interest.

Keith: You know what, Allura?

Lance: THEY'RE SPEAKING ITALIAN!

Keith: The language they're speaking is the language of subtlety, something you unfortunately don't understand, your highness.

Allura: I loved The Money Pit. That is my answer to that statement, Keith.

Keith: Exactly.

Allura: Well, there you go.

Keith: Whatever.

.......

Hunk: I like that movie too.

[starlightvld]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. (If you feel like it, no pressure.) Spread the self-love ❤️

Ahhh, thank you! I'm in the midst of some stuff right now, so this was a lovely ask to perk up my mood.

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2. Couch Surfing - soapghost, cod, 53k words - This post-canon fic (that turned into a fix it as I was writing the last chapters), is all about the Ghost slowly opening up to Soap enough to let himself be loved.

3. Broken Bones and Shattered Hearts - soapghost, cod, in progress (currently at 103k words) - A super angsty post-canon fix-it where Soap and Ghost meet again three years after Ghost's trauma causes him to pull away from Soap after the injury.

4. Research and Development - sheith, vld, 65k words - A CEO!Shiro and Superintendent!Keith borderline-crack-fic rom com about two idiots falling in love.

5. Up in Smoke - soapghost, cod, 1.8k words - A 5+1, getting together one shot about Ghost and Soap annoying each other as a love language.

[kukos-satellite]

Keith: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Shiro: >:O language

Pidge: Yeah watch your fucking language

Matt: OKAY WHO TAUGHT PIDGE THE FUCK WORD?

Lance: 'The fuck word'.

Allura: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Pidge: Oh, my god she censored it

Lance: Say fuck, Allura.

Pidge: Yes do it, Allura. Say fuck.