#so allura having PINk markings?

[swagging-back-to]

naur seriously can we talk about how allura was even like 'the lions were made to be piloted by you and you alone'referring to the fact they are the only five people in the entire multiverse to have pure quintessence corresponding to the colors oftheir lions....

if one paladin is MIA then that lion should be inactive, benched. you dont simply play musical chairs with the lions. if it waa that easy then ANYONE could be the paladins at ANY time and theres no reason for the human paladins to be there at all especially if they dont want to be. but no the human paladins are NEEDED or else keith and allura would have no problem with pidge leaving in the first two episodes. nor would they mind if lance went home. but they DO mind. they PREVENT pidge from leaving and they make lance believe going back to earth isnt an option at all--that it isnt even on their iternary.

So no. i refuse to acknowledge the lion switching as canon.

[14th-century-verona-queer]

GUYS

GUYS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND

I USED TO LOVE VOLTRON WHEN I WAS YOUNGER LIKE I LOOOOOOOOVED THAT SHOW

OBVS ITS BEEN A LARGE NUMBER OF YEARS (WILL NOT BE SPECIFYING HOW LONG IN ODER NOT TO DATE MYSELF TYVM) AND I HAVENT HEARD ANY OF THE CHARACTER’S VOICES IN A HELLA LONG TIME

I TOOK A LITTLE GANDER ON PINTREST CAUSE I WANTED TO SEE WHAT LANCE SOUNDED LIKE TO SEE IF IT WAS THE SAME AS I REMEMBERED AND

BITCH WHAT THE ACTUAL FRESHLY-SQUEEZED BEETS FUCK??

I DID NOT IMAGINE THIS MAN TO HAVE THIS SLIGHTLY DEEP VOICE THAT IS LITERALLY EQUIVALENT TO KEITHS (except Keith has more gravel to his voice) I THOUGHT THIS MAN SOUNDED LIKE FUCKING BEN SCHWARTZ.

I AM SO DISRTUBED RN

HAVE I BEEN LYING TO MYSELF ALL THESE YEARS?

DOES CORAN HAVE AN AUSTRALIAN ACCENT OR IS THAT ANOTHER THING MY STUPID MEMORY MADE UP??????

WHAT THE HELL GUYS??????

ON A SIDE NOTE IF THERES EVER A REBOOT OF VOLTRON (AND AN ACTUAL GOOD ONE WITH BUDGET PLEASE) I HAVE A SHORT LIST OF REQUESTS

Make Lance be voiced by Ben Schwartz cause no way this mans has a (semi-deep) ish voice??

Klance is cannon

keep the rest of the cast from voltron EXCEPT FOR LANCE

DO NOT BY ANY MEANS KILL ALLURA. YOU WANT LANCE TO HAVE ALTEA CHEEK MARKS? MAKE IT HAPPEN BY THEIR CLOSE BOND IDFK

LANCE DOES NOT END UP AS A FUCKING FARMER WTF?

The whole gang wear dresses for AT LEAST once fight

we figure out why tf allura’s mom was always wearing pink like who was she mourning??

she-ra and the princesses of power reference

black paladin lance cause YOU CANNOT TELL ME HE ISNT PERFECT FOR THE JOB. SHIRO CAN BE MENTORING ON TEH SIDELINES OR SOME SHIT OR MAYBE THEY FIND A KICKASS SHIP THAT IS A GOOD ASSET IDK??

Cursing, cursing, CURSING. My girl pidge needs to say fuck at least once an episode. Make it at least pg-13 or something bro.

Yup thats it! (Will probably continue to update as I spontaneously gain new ideas)

Fr haven’t watched the show in a long time so i dont even remember the plot, so go wild! Make them go on new adventures! Do fun shit! Idk! I just can’t keep living off of fanart knowing that it will never become a reality!

(Lowkey if anyone knows how to pitch ideas to people who will make this shit happen pls lmk cause i need cannon klance like i need air to breathe. But just be forewarned i have like 50 cents to my name)

[torveiglyart]

Okay! So!

Part one of my MHA VoltronLD thing uhhhh yeah.

Life Force: Allura is able to use the surrounding energy of life to heal, shield, and attack, usually in the form of a light-whip or spear (her bayard form and staff). The life energy can be hot if too concentrated, causing burns. Excessive usage causes regular quirk drawbacks like exhaustion and headaches.

Likes: Organization, Pink, and her uncle Coran

Dislikes: The current hero system, mutation quirks, and excessive flirting

Allura’s father, Alfor, used to be the HPSC President before Zarkon took over. Allura still got her position, but is suspicious of Zarkon’s plans for the HPSC. She is especially worried about Honerva’s “Young Heroes Program” and what that could be. Coran, bless his soul, has backed Allura for every decision, but things are getting tense. Allura fears her uncle could get fired if he continues to speak out in her name. That’s not even to mention the secretive work of Lotor…

The markings on her face, wrists, collar, and ankles are from her quirk. Her father had similar marks, but only on his face as he did not have nearly as powerful a quirk as her. Her ears are a small mutation from her mother’s side. Mutations are complicated to her, as she has a few herself, but her coworkers (Zarkon, Honerva, Lotor, etc.) are all rather… dismissive, snide, and rude with her, making it difficult to see that not all mutant quirked people are so short coming.

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

I'm so sorry to hear you were in an accident im glad you are alive and feeling okay again <3<3

I'd love to send you a lotura prompt, hopefully it lifts your spirits to be back on that sweet ship.

How about Lotor and Allura talking about weapons? (i.e. Like how Allura prefers a staff and Lotors sword designs (like the one he was first shown with) )

Hey, good to hear from you and thanks for your super kind note!! I'm doing a little better each day and am excited to get back to regular routines! While I was on hold over the phone about paperwork today, I managed to exercise my brain with the prompt you gave me! <3

Staff vs. Sword

Emperor Lotor leans against a wall, crossing his arms and quirking a slim, white eyebrow at the princess before him. “Surely, you jest with me,” he murmurs. “A staff again?”

Princess Allura beams, and she grabs her favorite staff from the blunted practice weapons with a solid grip, fingers tight. With a quick flick of her wrist, she spins it and sets the end solidly on the ground. “My bayard for Blue Lion also turns into a whip,” she says nonchalantly, “but that seems entirely unfair to use against you, as it produces an electric shock.”

“Ah, yes.” His eyes crinkle, his slit pupils dilating with softness. He adds dryly, “Because we do not already create enough sparks on the courts.”

She brushes back her long, thick braid and waggles her eyebrows. “You said it, not me.” And then she pokes his chest plate with the end of her staff. “Do tell me you’re not afraid of a second round after I defeated you.”

“And nearly caused an intergalactic incident,” he says, voice halted. “The training grounds are intended for practicing the art of combat—not the art of catching one’s opponent off-guard with a kiss.”  

With a giggle, Allura pulls the staff back, her Altean markings glowing a bright pink. “Yes, well, we Alteans have a saying that all’s fair in love and war. Now, pick your weapon, dear emperor, so that I may defeat you once more. And do choose something other than a sword this time—at least mix it up for me?”

Lotor eyes her before grabbing a blunted sword from the wall, inspecting its balance. His long fingers grip the hilt tightly. “A sword is the best extension of a warrior’s will,” he declares, raising his chin with a petulant chin. “It is simple. It is efficient. It is my favorite weapon.”

Allura sighs dramatically at him. “It does not have quite the—” she waves her hand—“the impact of a staff, though.”

He raises the silver sword to her. “The staff is an impact weapon,” he says dryly. “You simply seek to showcase your Altean strength to the Galra who prowl these courts, and that is why you prefer it as of late."

“Tish tosh,” she says, planting her feet properly on the training mat and eyeing him with an increased wariness. She knows Lotor likes to strike unexpectedly. “I also happen to like the way training robots crumple to bits beneath a staff. It relieves the stress I feel after a large conference with intergalactic leaders.”

A tick of silence stretches between them.

And then in a blur, Lotor races toward her, slashing down.

She blocks with the staff and swings, and he ducks smoothly before stepping back, flipping the sword in his hand.

He paces the mat, the overhead lights capturing the glow of his eyes like a predator in the dark wilderness. “Poor Princess Allura,” he teases. “All the power in the universe, and yet you fear the peace we have wrought together, instead longing for means of violence. Are you certain you are not of Galran blood somewhere in that long ancestry of yours?”

Alura’s voice strains as she circles him as well, resetting her staff. “I can’t think of a single species that doesn’t enjoy a rough tumble now and again, in a safe, non-war environment. Why, the humans even have something called, um—” Her concentration breaks as she pauses, snapping her fingers. “Um, wrestling. And something called rugby. And then they have a very large, worldwide competition for their various violent sports, called the Olympics.”

Lotor pauses.

His slit pupils widen in curiosity of other cultures. “Olympics? Is that similar to a Kral Zera?”

“Somewhat,” she nods, “but instead of choosing a world leader by, um, killing everyone, these tournaments are for medals that they wear around their necks and then bite in front of cameras. And no one dies generally.”

He lunges again, and in a blur, wrenches the staff away from her hands and presses her up against a wall.

Allura squeaks, eyes wide.

His nose is inches from her own, his breath a hot puff against her face. “How very curious.”  

Her breath stalls as her cheeks heat hard enough to radiate to him. “Um, y-yes.”

Lotor’s wide mouth splits as he whispers against her mouth, “Fortunately for you, princess, I’ve no intent to fight you truly, or you would already be dead with your silly staff. And if it were these Olympics, you would have no medal to bite.”

Face flushed, her eyes narrow to slits, and before Lotor can avoid it, she hooks her ankle against his and unbalances him. Surprised claws protract from his hands, gripping into her practice armor and his eyes widen.

And the two royals fall in a pile of limbs upon the mat, with Allura sprawled on top of a stunned Lotor, his sword clattering to the mat beside them.  

“Oh, no,” she says with a triumphant giggle, hands planted over his chest plate. Her curly flyaways are an angelic halo around her face. “You lowered your weapon but did not fully secure me, so I still win.”

Lotor grumps beneath her, his lavender cheeks flushing as he grips her forearms.

And despite Galra leadership watching the courts and murmuring with gossip in the far distance, Lotor softens. His rough, calloused thumbs stroke a pink marking along her bare forearm. “Best two out of three, then? I promise to secure you fully next time and cause another scandal for it.”

Allura leans forward, eyes sparkling. “Very well, Emperor Lotor. You’re on.”

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Ooooooh, that looks interesting!”

Keith groans, as loudly and dramatically as he can. He tries to emulate Shiro every time he was finally forced to actually do his job and mark student papers after weeks of procrastinating.

(He’s pretty successful, if he does say so himself.)

“Please,” he begs the red paladin, yanking on his sleeve to dissuade him from turning into the store. It does nothing.

“C’mon,” Lance says, ignoring his agony. “One last store, okay?”

“You’re a dirty liar. You said that two hours ago.”

Lance reaches back blindly to pat Keith patronizingly on the head, missing by a mile and smacking him on the face instead. Keith has to bat his hands away. “There, there. You once tried to fight a ten thousand year old zombie dictator with your bare hands. You will survive.”

“Fistfighting Zarkon wasn’t nearly this painful,” Keith grumbles, but lets Lance pull him into the store, anyway.

God, he’s fucking whipped. He’s embarrassed of himself. Truly.

He dutifully takes the basket Lance hands him (on top of his twelve other shopping bags, full to the brim, Keith might add) and holds it out whenever Lance gasps excitedly and swipes something off a shelf or a hangar.

“Allura would look great in this skirt!”

“Wouldn’t Pidge look adorable with this hair bow?”

“Oh, Hunk has been looking for this!”

“Gasp!” (He actually says the word gasp, out loud, with his mouth.) “Hair chalk! Maybe Shiro will let me dye his floof!”

“You’re ridiculous,” Keith tells him. He sounds so fond that a random passer-by raises an amused eyebrow at him, which makes Keith want to melt into the floor. “Like an irritating wind-up toy.”

There. That should cover his tracks.

Lance pauses for a moment, turning to face Keith and squinting at him. For a brief, foolish moment, Keith feels something like hope — maybe this horrible torture will come to an end!

“Didn’t you collect wind-up toys when you were a kid?” he questions, head tilted. “You had like four boxes of them in your shack. I stole a little stegosaurus.”

Keith opens his mouth, then shuts it again. His ears burn.

“First of all, you have a kleptomania problem,” he points out, instead of stop knowing so much about me and let me live in peace. “Second of all, you are a snoop and I hate you.”

Lance snorts. “Yeah, yeah.”

Keith is about to say something else, something scathing, something to make him the clear winner of this dumbass, not-real argument, but then Lance absentmindedly links his arm through Keith’s and pulls him close as he strolls down an aisle full of puzzles and games.

Keith’s throat goes dry. Lance smells faintly of something floral, sweet.

Briefly, he squeezes his eyes shut and prays for strength. It will do nothing, because the universe likes to put Keith in horrible situations and laugh at him, but he tries anyway.

They walk in mostly silence for a the next little while, interrupted only by Lance’s quiet humming and occasional points of interest. He’s agonizingly slow to walk through the store — Keith is sure at this point that he’s doing it on purpose, no one likes shopping for this long, he’s definitely punishing Keith for drinking the last of the red juice packs — but perks up excitedly when he sees an aisle lined with jars on one side, and various tubes and pallets on the other.

“Look! Look look look! They have a skincare and makeup section!”

Keith turns his head to the sky. “Why do you despise me,” he mutters to it.

He is never getting out of this goddamn store.

“Come on, you drama queen,” Lance says, dragging him towards the first shelf of various products. “Shiro and Pidge keep stealing all my products because they are horrible people who don’t know how to ask for things. I need to replenish. Come help!”

He yanks Keith forward. Yelping, Keith stumbles after him. “I’m coming, you goober, yeesh! Ease up a bit.”

Smirking, Lance ignores him. He reaches for a shiny pink pot, unscrewing the lid and taking a sniff. He makes a face. “Blegh. Here.”

Keith indulgently smells it and almost gags. “That smells the way final exams feel.”

He trails after Lance for the next fifteen minutes, smelling weirdo products and laughing himself to tears at Lance’s various reactions. He has the pleasure of making Lance laugh, too, with all his creative descriptions; making his brown eyes light up and his bright smile making Keith’s heart do dangerous things.

He’s so fucked. He’s so fucked!

“Oh, hey, I have an idea. Close your eyes.”

It doesn’t even occur to Keith not to listen. That’s the embarrassing part. Lance tells him to close his eyes and immediately his world goes dark.

He feels something approach his face.

“Smell this,” Lance says.

Keith grimaces. “Can we be done with the nasty smells?”

“This one isn’t nasty, promise. It’s lip gloss. Guess the flavour.”

Keith hesitantly leans forward and inhales. To his surprise, the scent is pleasant, familiar.

“Mint?”

“That one was too easy,” Lance says. “Keep your eyes closed, smell this one.”

Less wary now, Keith does. This one is even better than before.

“Oh, oranges!”

Lance grumbles to himself. Keith hears rustling, like Lance is digging through something, and then a sharp intake of breath.

Keith peeks an eye open. “Everything okay?”

“Close your eyes again,” Lance orders. Keith does, hesitantly, noting that Lance’s expression is very particular, in a way he can’t place.

“Guess this one,” he says quietly.

Keith does. He frowns, tiling his head in confusion.

“D’you give up?”

Lance sounds closer. Much closer, actually. Keith’s breaths get heavier.

“No.”

Lance says nothing for a moment, and Keith is tempted to open his eyes. He feels Lance get closer, feels the heat of his breath on his cheeks. He’s still for a moment, and Keith’s heart pounds as he breathes rapidly, strangely familiar scent of the lipgloss getting closer and closer.

“…You want a hint?”

Keith nods rapidly. The smell gets even stronger, and then something warm and sticky presses against his lips.

Lance is kissing him.

He pulls back as quickly as he leaned in, but not far. The scent of the lip gloss is still cloying, intermingling with the scent of Lance, sweet and fruity.

“I don’t think I’ve ever tasted it before,” Keith rasps. He cracks open his eyes, barely, and finds them level with Lance’s nose, close to those shiny lips.

Lance hums. “It’s sweet pear.”

“Oh.” That makes sense. “It’s nice.”

Lance leans in again, and Keith does too, like a magnet drawn to Lance’s polarity. “Wanna taste again?”

As if Keith would ever say no to that.

———

based on this post

[strawberijasper]

Altean redesigns

It's been actual months since I said I would share my Altean redesigns, and I'm finally getting around to doing it! So sorry to leave y'all hanging.

SO! Just like last time, my friend @adaphyl and I have been working on a Voltron rewrite, and it started with me yapping about the Alteans and how I wished the show had done more with them. So I redesigned/rewrote Alteans while Ada redesigned/rewrote the Galra.

There's more I'd like to do with their designs and maybe revamp, but these were the ideas I had back when we started this rewrite (nov 11, 2023).

So to start, I only did Allura, Coran, and Romelle, I'll eventually get around to drawing more but for now this is what we've got. There's a lot of lore I've written for Altea but it's just too much to get into here, so I'll condense it to the important bits.

I remembered in the show Allura mentioning Alteans were a "chameleon-like species", and it always annoyed me how that only translated to them having shapeshifting abilities. I never understood why they were just elves. So, I actually made them more chameleon like.

They have markings along their body, the color indicating sex like with actual lizards (female Alteans have darker markings while male Alteans have brighter colors), their skin tones have a green undertone, larger lizard-like eyes, small horns on their head, as well as three toes and fingers on each hand/foot. (There are also albino Alteans who have less markings, and regardless of sex their markings tend to be red or pink, but that's not really relevant to this post... perhaps a future post though...)

I also imagine that Alteans, because they're a lizard like people, get their energy from the sun. Because of this they worship a sun goddess. You'll see lots of gold or sun symbols throughout their clothing because of this.

However, you'll notice that Romelle looks a bit different. She's a special case, coming from the colony and not Altea proper. Because the Colony was about a few thousand years after Altea's destruction, a lot of culture was lost. Lotor, having not grown up on Altea or learning the culture, had to piece together what he could. In our rewrite Honerva did come from an alternate reality, and in her reality Alteans are a bit different.

Alt!Alteans get their energy from the moon rather than the sun, they worship a moon goddess. Lotor when building the colony wasn't sure which reality did which, and so the colony worships both goddesses. Romelle also wears a mix of masculine and feminine clothing that was common on Altea, again more of Lotor just not being entirely sure + thousands of years of culture slowly being lost. Romelle also has sharper teeth because of thousands of years spent spread out throughout the galaxy, Alteans began to evolve to adapt to different enviroments. (Also you'll notice Romelle's bright markings, I hc Romelle to be a trans woman so :) )

[alien-slushie]

Trying to think up a Voltron/Fairy Tail Au[IE it's just Voltron but with Fairy Tail Magic/World Building[minus the oversexualization] because...I don't like crossover fics where the characters actually interact, its just not my thing.]

Shiro would definitely be a [2nd Gen]Dragon Slayer, either Steel, Blade, or Darkness, leaning more towards Darkness.

Keith would 100% be an Requip Mage[The Knight type], with a Fire Attribute.

Lance, of course, would also be a Requip Mage[but with The Gunner type], paired with him being a Marksman, maybe with an Ice, Snow, or Water Attribute.

Earth Magic for Hunk[possibly with Giant Magic]

See now Pidge is hard because Archive Magic would work so well for her, but so would Plant Magic, or Wood Maker Magic.

Allura, I would have to say a S-Class Transformation and Healing Mage, possibly with some knowlage of Illusion Magic[cause she's cool like that].

I feel like Coran wouldn't be a Mage, but would more help run the Guild alongside the Guild Master, but if he were a Mage I'd go with Clone Magic.

They'd be called the Voltron Guild and their Guild mark would be a boxy looking lion head. Shiros Guild Mark would be on his [human]shoulder in black, Lance's on the back of his right hand in blue, Pidge's on the left side of her neck in green, Hunk's on his right forearm in yellow, Allura's on her left shoulder in pink, Coran's on his right rib cage in a sea glass green color, and Keith's on the right side of his ribcage[or on his right shoulder blade] in a deep violet[or red] color.

Aside from them, characters like, Matt, and Romelle would also be in the Guild just as like...background/semi-background characters[like Gajeel, Levy, and Mira].

Other Guilds would include other organizations like the Marmora Guild, Garrison Guild, Empire Guild[Dark], Generals Guild, and the Rebel Guild, stuff like that.

However, If I wanted to go wild with it and give the Empire Guild a reason to go after the Voltron Guild specifically; I'd make everyone a Slayer.

Shiro would be a 2nd Gen Dragon Slayer still[again either Steel, Blade, or Drakness]

Hunk would be a 1st or 3rd Gen Ground Dragon Slayer

Lance the Sea King Dragon Slayer, either 1st or 3rd Gen

Pidge would be a 2nd Gen Forest Dragon Slayer

Allura would be 1st Gen Light Dragon Slayer

But Keith's where it gets fun because I'd want him to be a God Slayer[Either Flame God, Lunar God, or Star God], but he keeps that as a secret and plays it off as Dragon Slayer Magic so he doesn't stand out OR he didn't know for sure he was a God Slayer until he was told/found out a little later[similar to how he wasn't 100% sure he was Galra until Marmora]

While this second option is fun in terms of just being OP, I like the first idea better, since there's no real overlap[Keith and Lance kinda overlap as Requip Mages but they're two different strings]. It gives them all a more diverse skill set, and individuality, and they still have strong magic, it just feels more balanced.

The Guild Mark would look something like this:

[corvus--rex]

A Candidate for a Soulmate Bled (aka, Oops, My Hand Slipped)

Title is from Red Hot Chili Peppers' Otherside

A soulmate AU feat. pierced and tattooed musician Keith and bartender Lance (also they both smoke, sorry)

TW: mentions of past self-harm and a suicide attempt

Implied spicy times

☆・♪・☆

Lance tried not to look at the words on the inside of his left wrist.  Ever since they first showed up on his thirteenth birthday he tried to look at them as little as possible.  The first words he would hear from his soulmate, sitting there in their own handwriting in neat, sharp script: slittin’ my throat it’s all I ever.

He tried not to look, just like every day, as he settled the leather cuff in place.  But something new about it caught his attention.  Color had begun to creep in from the center behind the black letters.  Red, swirling and spreading like a drop of ink in water.  He refused to think of another possibility, given the words themselves, but he knew what that color meant – he’d be meeting his soulmate soon.

Making his way through Los Angeles traffic to his new job, Lance couldn’t help his eyes flicking to the black leather covering those words and the new color.  He needed to get a handle on it.  It was his first day as a bartender at The Lion Den, co-owned by two of the most unfairly beautiful women he’d ever met, Allura and Romelle, although he’d almost as quickly seen the soulmarks on them, bubbly print wrapped in periwinkle on Allura and elegant script on a bed of petal pink on Romelle.  He knew they’d noticed how he kept his own mark covered, but neither of them said anything about it.  Naturally, he’d charmed them immediately, and they declared him hired without hesitation after an hour behind the bar effortlessly making every cocktail they threw at him.  Right then, however, he just wished LA traffic wasn’t such a bitch.

“Ah, excellent!  Right on time!” Coran announced to Lance and the world in general as the heavy side door crashed shut.

Lance had met Coran when he came in for his interview and audition with Allura and Romelle, not noticing until after he’d finished with their barrage of cocktail orders that the older man was standing at the far end of the bar, leaning against the wall.  He’d been just as impressed, if not more so given his decades of experience.  Allura and Romelle may have had the official final say, but Lance could tell he wouldn’t have been hired if not for Coran’s approval.

“I’ve decided you’ll be here on the main bar tonight, along with myself, of course, Romelle, and Rizavi,” Coran said while leading Lance through to the floor.

Lance cocked his head toward the stage.  He wasn’t expecting anyone to be there hours before the legendary celebrity hangout opened, but the stage was occupied by a single person, blood red electric guitar in his hands.  The notes tickled something in the back of Lance’s mind, he knew the song but couldn’t quite place it.  The song faded into the background as he let himself be distracted by the guitarist.

Even on stage Lance could tell he was tall, pale skin visible through a patchwork of tattoos covering his arms and sides.  The faded band tee he wore had been altered at some point in its life, sleeves cut off, turning it into the muscle tank that showed off the ink that peeked through.  Lance could see the edges of another tattoo over the neckline just below a black satin choker.  A half-assed ponytail barely held silky black hair back, not that he seemed to notice the strands slipping free to frame his delicately angular face, partially obscuring the piercings scaling his ears, thick brows knit in concentration, he was far too focused on the music.  It took Lance far longer than he’d like to admit to recognize this god in human form as Keith Kogane, guitarist and vocalist of Black Knight/Red Knight.

“Yeah, he likes to come in sometimes, if he’s playing that night.  Says it’s quiet enough to think.”  Coran looked between Lance and Keith.  “Have you two met?”

Lance snapped back to where Coran was standing beside him.  “Wha-no. Um, no, we haven’t.”

“Well, you’ll probably get to tonight.  He’ll probably be here until closing.  Usually is.  Anyway, here’s where you’ll be tonight.  Get familiar with the space, it’ll be your home for tonight and possibly longer if you can keep up.”

Lance shook his head, refocusing on his job.  “Right.”

As promised, once The Lion Den opened for business, it was packed.  The majority were actors and musicians, sliding in and out of booths and tables, talking and drinking.  Having worked in the city for a few years, Lance was well aware of how much the entertainment industry could put away on a good night, and this was a good night.  They’d only been open for two hours, and he’d already been hit on by several people, men and women both, and they tipped well if he played along, knowing full well they’d forget all about the cute bartender at the end of the night, which worked just fine for him.  He might have intentionally dressed for it with his favorite mix of “classy” and slutty that would also keep him from overheating in the form of his favorite curve-hugging jeans and buttoned waistcoat, nothing underneath it, which also showed off his own extensive tattoo collection.

The sheer number of Jack & Cokes he’d made already meant that the bottle of Jack in his well had run out quickly, and their barback was nowhere to be seen, leaving Lance to refill the well himself.  He had the bottle in hand and had just stepped back through the door from the store room and onto the floor when he heard a single note from a guitar and a smoky voice joining in.

“Slittin’ my throat, it’s all I ever…”

The rest of the song was instantly blocked out, although he recognized it instantly as Otherside, the same song Keith had been playing that afternoon.  Had it not been for Rizavi beside him, he would have dropped the bottle when his soulmark erupted under his leather cuff with a burn so intense it made his skin tingle and itch.  He ripped the cuff off, stiff leather hitting the floor.  The ink drop from that morning had exploded, deep, bright, red licking out from the words like a mix of blood and flame.  Keith fucking Kogane was his fucking soulmate.

“Lance.  Lance, are you alright?” Coran asked.

Lance looked up, glancing at Coran before moving past him, watching where Keith continued to play onstage, completely oblivious to his soulmate staring at him from behind the bar.

“Yeah.  I think I’m good,” he answered, breathless.

Coran finally noticed the lack of Lance’s cuff and what it had been hiding, looking up to the stage and back, an unfathomable expression on his face.

“Good,” he said, unusually subdued, “He usually gets a drink after playing and takes it outside for a smoke, just so you know.”

Lance immediately understood that there was far more to Keith than he’d ever imagined.  “Thanks, Coran,” he said quietly before turning back to the crowd of half drunk actors and musicians in front of him.

Just like Coran had said, not long after Keith was finished he came down to the bar, heading directly for Romelle at the other end, making Lance almost miss him when he walked by again, heading for the back door, rocks glass of neat whiskey hanging from his fingertips.  The bar was still busy, although not so busy that Lance would be greatly missed.  Coran nodded toward the back door, giving Lance all the permission he needed to take off.

Keith was leaning against the wall, glass on the hip-high table while he lit the cigarette between his lips.  Lance just stood there, watching as Keith slipped the lighter back in his pocket and tipped his head back, exhaling a stream of smoke into the night air.  His ponytail was just as half-assed as it had been that afternoon, and he was still wearing the same muscle tank, but now Lance was closer, spotting the lip ring he hadn’t seen earlier, along with the daith and tragus piercings, and noticing that the satin choker had been replaced with studded leather.  He watched while long fingers picked up the glass, cigarette caught between them, watched while Keith took a sip, not noticing until glass touched wood that he was being fixed with a deep violet stare.

Lance’s brain couldn’t catch up with his mouth before he spoke.  “You’re beautiful.”

Keith stared at him, confused and disbelieving, for only a split second before his own soulmark exploded in color, deep, clear blue spilling out like rolling waves.  There, in Lance’s flowing cursive, were the same two words he’d just spoken in awed, hushed tones.  Keith stared at his wrist as the color finished filling out, then snapped up to Lance.  In two long strides, he’d pinned Lance to the wall, caging him in.

“Do you – do have any idea?  Any idea what those words have done to me?” Keith demanded, his voice strained.

“Do you have any idea what yours have done to me?” Lance countered, holding his own arm up, song lyric in full view.

Keith huffed, but there was a sadness to it.  He reached behind his neck with his free hand, unclasping the choker, letting it fall into his hand.  The scar it was hiding had faded, silvery now instead of pink, but it’s path was clear.  The lyric permanently a part of Lance’s skin held more truth than he hoped, and just as much as he’d feared.

“Yeah, I think I do.  But yours?  They saved me.  I hit my lowest point, but while I was recovering, I’d see those two words, and it reminded me that there was someone out there somewhere who’d see this broken mess and love me anyway.  It’s been my constant reminder that maybe I’m not as worthless as I think.”

Lance saw every shred of pain in the violet gaze he held, every jagged edge of recovery, every crack held together by the weight of his words.  He saw the despair and the hope, and was immediately determined to keep that hope alive.  He grabbed the front of Keith’s top, yanking him closer, lips crashing together.

Keith tasted of smoke and whiskey and sweat and metal.  Lance tugged gently on Keith’s lip ring, and whimpered, letting him in.  A tongue piercing Lance didn’t know about grazed the roof of his mouth, the feeling familiar and foreign, this one not being his own.  Keith found Lance’s and deepened their kiss further, abandoning his lit cigarette in the ashtray to lift Lance by his thighs, pushing him harder into the wall.  Lance wrapped his legs around Keith’s waist, holding him there as he pulled away.

“You’re not, y’know,” Lance said, fingers running through loose black strands, “You’re worth everything.”

☆・* :·♪·: *・☆

“Y’know,” Lance said, flicking ash into the heavy glass ashtray beside him, “I really thought I’d quit.  Guess not.”

Keith snorted beside him in bed.  “That’s what you’re worried about?  We literally just met tonight, I basically kidnapped you from work to bring you back to my place, and we just fucked, but the first coherent thing you say is that you guess you haven’t really quit smoking?  Seriously?”

“Hey, it’s important.  Might have to call out tomorrow, though.  Not sure if I’ll be able to walk.”

Keith just shook his head with a silent laugh shaking his shoulders and stole the cigarette.  He took one last drag, reaching across to put it out.  “Want to make that a certainty?”

“Oh fuck yes.”

[seraphimfawn-fallen]

The Klance Pups - Omegaverse Klance AU

Helping Love Omegaverse Klance AU - Explanation on the kids from Oldest to Youngest, Appearance & ect.

{Oldest Child: Sylvio - Middle children: Nadia and Cole - Youngest Child: Mela}

About Sylvio:

Sylvio is a smaller version of Lance, mocha brown skin since both Lance and Luis have dark brown skin so Sylvio ended up taking after Lance in both skin and Hair color. He has blue scale marks and ocean blue eyes like his papa (Lance) and when he turned 9, he was presented as an Omega with a loving two parents (Keith is who he accepts as his father). He has a height of 4'8 and he's Lance's oldest child. In the story before the Epilogue, he is 5 years old. Because of his Heritage he is half Human and Half Altean and Galran, the Galra DNA in him is because of Lance's blood from Yjok's misdeed towards Melenor when Lance's was still a baby in Melenor's stomach.

About Nadia

Nadia is Sylvio's 5 month younger sister, she got Luis's brown hair and light brown skin but Lance's blue eyes, she has pale pink scale marks like her Aunt Allura and Grandmother Melenor. When she also turned 9 she was presented as an Alpha with her two loving parents (Keith is who she accepts as her father). She has a height of 4'5 and she's Lance's oldest daughter. In the story before the Epilogue, she is 5 years old like her brother Sylvio. Because of her Heritage, like Sylvio, she has 3 species of DNA in her but has Altean marks and doesn't show any form of Galra features. She has Human ears like her birth father Luis and brother Sylvio.

About Mela

Mela is Lance's youngest daughter and the middle child with Nadia, she has Keith's hair but a mix of veridian red scale marks that are a bit dark because of Lance's blue scale marks. She has a mix of her parent's eyes and Lance's skin tone but it's lighter because of Keith's pale nature. Mela also has a mix of 3 species however, her DNA has more Galra in it because of both Keith and Lance possessing Galra blood but in the end she looked remarkably like an Altean but her parents are still looking for Galra features that she may possess. Because of a time issue in Space, she became Lance's youngest child and her younger brother Cole became the middle child so at the time in the story before the Epilogue, she was almost a year old before Cole was born but because of the three year time issue, Cole is three years older than her. She presents as an Omega but acts like an Alpha when she's older, she inherited Keith's hardheaded personality.

About Cole.

Cole was originally Lance's youngest but became the Middle child after the time Issue, in the story he is three years old but shows issues with his vocals making him a possible mute however there are times that he does speak but expresses that he feels most comfortable with Sign language that Lance taught him. He is half Altean and Galran because of his parents but he hates Lotor once he learns the truth and considers and will only accept Keith as his father. Because Keith is also Galra, getting used to his Galra features is something both he and Keith bond over. In the story before the Epilogue, he refused to leave Lance's side because of the upstart Luis started and he was shown to be timid shy boy. He looks Altean with white hair, blue pupils but yellow sclera, and seafoam green Altean marks. His skin is light brown and the only showing aspect of his Galra features are his yellow sclera with his blue eyes. He presents as an Alpha and once he's older he is already close to 5'7.

[rorimoon9597]

Ch 1

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He had only planned on going into the base and getting information, then to get the baby out of there when he found out about it.

Now, it had been a few hours, and he was back in his lion, staring down at this sleeping baby.

She was peaceful, wrapped up in a thin baby blanket, but Shiro had so many questions.

Altn-251.

Altean 251.

How many had they experimented on?

How'd they even get an Altean child? Because he only knew two.

Well, three now, he supposed, because the base he'd infiltrated had been hiding an Altean child that looked to be around two or three months old.

She was cute, though, he had to admit that.

Her hair was a soft pink, like cherry blossoms in the spring. Her eyes and Altean marks were purple, and she was sleeping in his arms peacefully.

'Allura and Coran are going to be so confused yet happy to know that they're not the only ones,' Shiro thought to himself.

The baby had been awake when Shiro first saw her. Her scared eyes turned to well... Less scared. She seemed to know that he was there to get her out, and she'd fallen asleep pretty quickly. He was glad, because it meant that she didn't have to see the blood and lifeless bodies all over the place.

He'd nearly thrown up as he got out of that place.

Black sent him a message, and Shiro sighed in relief.

"I guess it's time to return home, huh?" He asked. Black agreed.

He put the baby, which he'd already named Sakura, into a special cot that apparently Alfor had put in all of the lions for cases like this. He sent a thanks to the dead king that he'd thought ahead like this.

Shiro sat down in the pilot's seat and moved Black, guiding her into the atmosphere and out of it.

"Guys, are you there?" He said into his comms.

"Shiro! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Princess, though I crashed into a planet that had a base filled with people wanting to experiment on a baby," he said.

"A baby?!" Coran asked, genuinely upset and angry.

"Yes. I've dealt with all of the personnel and I have the baby with me, she's asleep right now."

"Coran, go prepare a room for the baby. I believe that we should still have my old things from when I was one in the storage," Allura said.

"Yes, Princess."

"Shiro, I'm going to need your coordinates so that I can open a wormhole to get you and the baby back quicker."

"On it," he replied. He easily sent off his coordinates. Moments later, a wormhole opened in front of him.

He flew Black through it. Seeing the castle again gave him a sense of relief. He wasn't as tense as before, even when he had Sakura in his arms.

He landed Black in her hangar. The entire team, including Coran, were already there. Shiro sighed with relief.

They were safe. The kids in his care were safe, and they were home.

He went and grabbed Sakura, wrapping the blanket to cover her head. Then he grabbed the things he'd managed to get from that place - the baby formula was one of them - and left Black.

"Is this the little one you found?" Coran asked, peering at Sakura.

"She is. Although, I have no clue as to how she exists," Shiro replied.

"What do you mean?" Allura asked, curiously. Shiro pulled away the bit of blanket covering Sakura's head.

"Because her people are supposed to be dead."

The entire team gasped. Allura and Coran stared at the baby in his arms. Sakura moved, and her eyes opened. She looked at the princess.

"Hello, there," Allura said. Sakura made a noise at her. "You're so adorable! Your ears, too! Oh, I'm so glad to meet you."

"You can hold her," Shiro said. Allura looked up at him, smiled, and took Sakura from his arms.

That snapped the others out of their stupor.

"What were they planning on doing to her?" Keith asked.

"I don't know, but I made sure to download all of the information I could," Shiro replied.

"We'll have a look at that information in a tick. I just need to make sure that you and the little one are both okay," Coran said.

"Sakura," he said.

"Sakura?" Allura repeated. Shiro nodded.

"Yeah. I... I decided to name her so... I went with Sakura."

"That's what the Japanese call the cherry blossoms. They only bloom for a couple of weeks in spring, so there's this whole viewing. The flowers are pink," Keith supplied. Allura smiled.

"I think that it's the perfect name for you. Don't you think so?" Sakura made another sound in reply to Allura.

"Let's go check over you and little Sakura here." Shiro nodded.

All of them made their way to the infirmary, where Shiro and Sakura were scanned. Luckily, Shiro had a minor concussion and bruising. Sakura was in good health.

Pidge took plenty of videos and photos of Sakura, while Lance cooed at her and played games with her.

"We were able to set up a room for her using many of Allura's old things, so she should be quite comfortable," Coran informed him. Shiro nodded, watching as the three teens and the mice fussed over Sakura.

"That's good. I'm honestly glad I got thrown onto that planet."

"You said that you took care of the scientists there?" Keith asked.

Shiro could only nod, barely able to keep away from the fuzzy memories that tried to creep into his mind and take over him.

"We'll have to take a look at that information you got soon. Perhaps when Sakura is sleeping."

"Yeah."

It didn't take long for Sakura to fall asleep again. Lance said that it was probably the excitement of meeting friendly people. Shiro had to agree.

So they put her down for a nap in Allura's old crib. Then, with a baby monitor in hand, they went to decipher the information that Shiro had the foresight to gather.

So they crowded around one of the desks in Green's hangar, where Pidge opened up Shiro's arm and plugged in a few wires to get to the information.

Pidge sucked in a giant breath.

"What's it say?" Lance asked.

"It says that Sakura is the 251st test subject. All of the other ones died because of the intensity of the tests. Not only that, but they were planning on turning her into a monster and setting her against us."

"Then it is very good that Shiro found her before then." All of them nodded.

Shiro knew what it was like to be turned into a weapon, to have what made a person themselves ripped away slowly until they were a shell of who they were.

He could still barely crack the jokes he used to make. In fact, none of the others except for Keith knew that he used to make them.

A hand on his shoulder, Keith's hand, pulled him out of his thoughts. Good thing, too, because he might have spiralled farther than he wanted.

"I'm glad that I got her out of there." He admitted.

"We all are, Shiro. However, we can not afford for the Galra Empire to hear of her. I don't want to know what would happen if they did, so we can not risk it."

"Allura's right. We can leave her on the ship with me during missions of all kinds. I have taken care of not only Allura when she was a baby, but also my own children." This revelation made the Humans look at each other.

Coran had lost his family when Altea was destroyed, just as Allura had lost her father.

"Alright well, that sounds good. We leave her here when we have missions, and take turns caring for her," Shiro said.

"That sounds like a good plan," Allura confirmed.

"That also means that we will have to keep other diplomats from knowing of her existence, so everyone who lives on this ship is sworn to secrecy," Pidge added.

"We'd all keep her a secret from diplomats regardless, Pidge," Keith pointed out. Pidge just shrugged.

"I'm just trying to make sure that everyone's on the same page here," she told him.

"We all are," Shiro confirmed.

"Sakura's cuteness is too precious to be shared with anyone else," Lance commented.

"I agree with Lance on that. Though wouldn't it be a good idea to socialise her with other children?" Hunk asked.

That was a very good point.

Sakura was going to need to get used to other children and learn how to share, be kind, and all of that. Letting her hang out with other children her age would be a good idea.

"We can let the Olkari know of her existence, though they will be sworn to secrecy, as Pidge said earlier. However, I do believe that they will not tell anyone else about Sakura," Allura said. She gave them all a smile. "I will talk to Ryner about this subject as soon as I am able to." 

They separated then, going off to do their own things. Pidge continued to scan through the information, joined by Lance who was the most fluent in Altean compared to the rest of them. Hunk went to make something for lunch, and Coran went off to check on everything within the castle. Keith joined Shiro.

“Is something wrong?” He asked. Keith shook his head.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just… need to talk to you about something,” he replied. Shiro tilted his head, curious. 

“Not here. I… I don’t want the others to know just yet…”

“Oh. So a secret thing?” Shiro asked. Keith nodded. “Let’s go to the training deck. You can tell me there.”

“Okay.”

They walked there in silence, side by side. Two brothers, going to beat each other up and talk about a secret that the youngest trusted the oldest with.

Shiro had to laugh at that.

“What?”

“We’re basically brothers, and we’re on our way to beat each other up,” Shiro replied.

“You’re a dumbass,” Keith said, shaking his head. He was smiling though.

They entered the training room and got ready, standing in position and waiting for the other to make a move.

As always, it was Keith who moved first. He tried to punch Shiro. Shiro blocked it and swung at him. Keith managed to dodge the move, then made to kick Shiro, forcing them apart.

“So, what’d you want to tell me?” He asked, dodging another hit.

“My crush,” Keith replied. He dodged a kick aimed at his head.

“Any progression with that? Have you maybe kissed him?” That threw Keith off long enough for Shiro to knock him off his feet. Unfortunately, Keith was able to steady himself. He attempted to swipe at Shiro. 

“We ended up on the same planet together,” Keith replied, standing up and aiming a high kick at Shiro. He moved out of the way and grabbed Keith’s leg, pulling the younger to the ground and pinning him.

“And?” Shiro prompted.

“He may have thought that we maybe weren’t going to survive, and he might have kissed me.” Shiro grinned. He laid down on the ground next to Keith, putting his feet up in the air and resting his head on his hands as if he were a teenage girl talking about crushes with her friends.

“Do tell, Keith. Did you like it? Did you kiss him back? Do you want to marry him and have five babies?”

“What the fuck?” Keith asked. Shiro snorted.

“Just tell me,” he insisted. Keith laid himself flat on the floor, face smushed into it.

“I… liked it. And I kissed him back. And now I want to find him and make out with him.” Shiro laughed, causing Keith to glare at him. The red covering his face made it hard to take him seriously, though.

“You’re in love,” he teased. Keith got up and launched himself at Shiro. They ended up wrestling on the floor, going back and forth until they were lying side by side, breathless.

“I think I am,” Keith said. His voice was so quiet that Shiro almost didn’t hear him.

Almost.

“Don’t let the opportunity slip by you now that you know that he feels this way about you,” he advised, looking at Keith. His brother turned his head to look at him, studying him for long moments.

“I won’t,” he promised. Shiro smiled at him.

They returned to sparring a while later, talking about anything and everything, exchanging jokes and insulting each other like siblings did, laughing together.

Ch3

[marcywu29]

voltron heacanons!!!

keith

- black lipstick avid wearer

- ofc he has jewelry. look at him

- him and lance have matching necklaces

- his hair is more spiky

- his eyes have a slight yellow tint to them and his pupils are spiked

- he has fangs just not noticeable fangs

- a lil scar over his eye

- his middle name is prob texas or anthony

shiro

- he wears plaid underneath his suit always

- and his lil cardigans too

- he needs reading glasses but pretends he doesn’t. surprisingly a lot of people think he’s illiterate because of this

- his hair is wavy and never stays down

- peak dad energy

- his eyeliner is not here to play. it’s here to serve looks as always

pidge

- her hair is a bit more flat than pushed up

- a cute lil necklace because she deserves it

- she’s wearing a white shirt and a stained turtleneck underneath

- her eyes bags are because she never sleeps

-she always experiments in her suit so it’s stained

- her suit is fighting for it’s life everyday. poor thing

- darker eyes because she steals souls

allura

- she needed more princess vibes so now her crown extends into her hair too

- more curls!!!! curly haired queen!!!!

- her altean marks are longer and brighter to show her royal status

- her outfit was an array of diff purples, pinks and blues and teals so i redid it to make it more cohesive

- she was too perfect so not much changed except the outfit

- her favorite color is pink and everything she owns is pink or teal

- cats >>> dogs

coran

- only thing that changed is his hair. he needed a lil pony

hunk

- hunk my beloved

- avid snake lover. defends them with his life

- he needed more warmth

- he’s wearing a lil yellow shirt underneath. it probably has little bees on it too

- freckles hunk canon to me

- he’s just a baby

lance

- brown eyed lance truther

- curls!!! for the boy!!!!

- his lil matching necklace with keith

- he buys keith jewelry constantly

- he’s obsessed with gift giving and likes handmaking things

- a painter in my mind

- every holiday he shows up with an array of canvases and hand wrapped gifts like a blue santa claus ready to bless everybody

- he has freckles i know he does

[justmultifandom]

Future children pt.2 (Allurance!!!!)

So… Allurance is right after Kidge! Yes, because Lance and Allura, even though she's dead, for me they will always have a happy married life with children and grandchildren!

Zaphia: Dark skin, brown hair, blue Altean markings, round ears and blue eyes. She's good at piloting and a lover of alchemy and water, always curious and playful, but balancing responsibility to outrageousness.

Alfor: olive skin (that of Lance to be clear …), white hair, turquoise eyes, pink Altean signs, pointed ears. He is outgoing and curious, always ready to have fun and learn new things. Impulsive and quite vengeful, but still sweet and he loves alchemy too. He is 4 years younger than Zaphia.

Alex (Alexander??): Olive skin, blue/lilac eyes, white hair and pointed ears, no Altean signs. He is fast and rebellious, he never follows the rules and always gets into trouble, he has a great passion for light combat and legends. He loves Monsters and Mana.

El (Elizabeth???): Olive skin, pink/lilac eyes, white hair and pointy ears, no Altean markings. She is very calm and focused, shy and kind, always composed. She has excellent aim and a passion for video games.

El and Alex are twins and are 4 years younger than Alfor and 8 years younger than Zaphia.

[dark-elf-writes]

Somehow I can see Altean being aware of magic, maybe they had their own version of it. So Allura and Coran teach Harry their magic.

Also, I can see Harry change physical aspect of people he doesn't like like a certain enemy prince ( Pidge has photos of Lotor with pink hair and dressed like a ballerina).

Another thing, I can see Harry sensing that the Shiro who came back after disappearing isn't the real one and can sense the real Shiro inside Black . So much that he keeps his distance from fake Shiro and spending time with Black lion and chatting with Black

Magical children are like sponges, with cores constantly drawing on the ambient magic around them which in turn strengthens and forms their own magic. Normally this isn’t a problem.

Normally magical children don’t yeet themselves into space and get raised by two magical aliens among their other guardians.

Harry’s magic is powerful and strange. Overwhelming to those not used to it. Practically smothering to any earth magical exposed to it. He is as close to Altean as he can get without changing his actual DNA. He doesn’t get the markings, doesn’t test oddly if someone were to draw his blood, but he is other in a way that sets people not accustomed to him on edge.

Lotor (who I am not sure if I’ll go the canon route with or not at this point because I liked him so much more before he “jk evil all along lol :P”) was certainly cowed by the mini paladin (for all Harry doesn’t have a Lion of his own it is certainly no secret that any of the lions would accept this little one in a heartbeat) at first.

The child is clearly not Altean, yet the power rolling off of him all but screams it if a bit… different… changed somehow.

Their first few meetings are… turbulent at best. With the little one always lurking around corners and Lotor always leaving an interaction with the child either stained an odd color or on one particular miserable occasion covered in powder fine glitter that got over everything he owned.

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The immediate suspicion that would come from everyone when Harry who used to cling to Shiro and use him as his own personal climbing gym because he was so tall goes cold and distant around him when he returns like.

Also the angst of clone Shiro not (as far as I remember) actually knowing he is a clone could be *chefs kiss*

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

Lotura Week 2023 Day 7 - Cooking Up Chaos

In Which Cats Invite Chaos

Emperor Lotor of the Galra entered his private study and stopped short in surprise, unsheathing his sword to wield against spies and soldiers. But the individual stooped over his desk—with all of its secrets of the empire—was no spy and certainly no decorated soldier that he knew.

Instead, a beautiful woman in an iridescent dress sat atop the wood, frozen, with Lotor’s own cat in her arms.

Lotor lowered his sword in disbelief, as before him sat the living image of the renowned Princess Allura of Altea.

She squeaked, releasing the cat before hopping off the desk in a manner most would have considered un-royal, her skirts lifting in the shuffle to show dainty ankles and a shadow of a slim, toned leg. “Oh,” the princess exclaimed, her elfin ears flicking back. “Oh, I’m so terribly sorry, whoever you are. You see, this darling creature stole my attention and guided me back here.”

Lotor’s split pupils lowered to the sight of the princess’s hands, which trembled as she moved to clasp her skirts.

“I am Princess Allura of Altea,” she babbled, moving to curtsey before him. Her thick, white curls slipped down her shoulder. “Please do not kill me, sir—my father would be very unhappy, as he would have to start a war, and really, no one wants a war anymore.”

The Emperor swallowed hard. He’d barely heard a word she had said, for his attention had swept to the princess’s bare shoulder and the glimmer of the gems in her hair. “I—” He cleared his throat, then straightened his spine. “I thought the planet Altea had not accepted my invitation at all.”

The princess stood up from her curtesy, eyes widening. “Your invitation?”

He tilted his head and swept out his clawed hand. “You are in my private study,” he said, his heart pounding. “And I am Emperor Lotor, the host of this ball.”

Allura’s slipped feet disappeared under her thick skirts, as did Kova, who continued to purr happily against her legs. Her chest heaved with fearful breath. “You’re Emperor Lotor? You?” She awkwardly began to backstep.

Most oddly, the more she stared at him, the more heated her cheeks grew, which Lotor could visibly see by the brightening glow of her Altean marks.

He could hear her heart pound in the same rhythm as his own.

And then he could sense it, even beneath her juniberry perfume.

Out of all the woman who’d come to the ball for his hand, it was the Princess Allura who found him attractive.

Lotor said to Allura, his velvet voice light and unassuming, “My apologies, princess. I did not mean to intimidate you. This is simply an odd spot to meet my most elusive neighbor from Altea.”

She flushed deeper, her marks a bright glimmer of pink. “Oh, I—I feel I’ve made a terrible bungle of things. I was supposed to—” she cleared her throat. “Well, I was quite hoping to represent my planet appropriately, and here I am chasing a pet.”

He smiled, his fangs glimmering in the low light of the study. “Kova is known to enchant all, but he rarely chooses to return the attention. That must make you special, Princess Allura.”

Her elfin ears—so sleek and delicate—flicked with the praise.

The heat off of her radiated to him, along with the maddeningly fast pound of her heart. His eyes began to dilate in response to her pheromones and the tension of the space between them.

Princess Allura swallowed hard visibly. “How, um, should I make up for this social faux paus, Emperor Lotor?”

Lotor hummed, then held out his hand. “I would request a dance with the Princess of Altea, if she is agreeable. And if she can untangle Kova from her skirts.”

The cat’s tail swished lazily from beneath the hem of Allura’s dress. He had lain over her slippered feet, purring loudly in contentment of her warmth and scent.

Allura made a noise, delicately lifting up her skirts to reveal the sleepy cat. “Am I allowed to dance with your owner, little one?”

Lotor’s eyes caught sight of the princess’s dainty ankles once more, along with the glimmering gems of her slippers. He had difficulty looking away.

The cat meowed in a pout before rising up, slinking away with a look at Lotor.

Lotor glanced back at him, quirking a brow.

The next thing he knew, the princess’s fingers gently grabbed for his own, and her scent enveloped him in a delightful haze.

“I do not know Galran dances,” she admitted quietly, raising her eyes to him. “But I am willing to learn if you do not mind to teach me, Emperor Lotor.”

He glanced back at her. The tension between them heightened.

“Perhaps,” he murmured, “you could teach me an Altean one in return.”

Her face lit up with a bright smile, her cheeks glowing once more.

[bicsbec]

Stay a Little Longer pt.1 (ao3 link)

Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe had loved many things throughout his life. He had loved singing, he had loved being of service to his kingdom, his King…oh, how he had loved his King. He liked to say that there were no secrets between him and King Alfor, but Coran’s affections never saw the light of day beyond his loyalty and guidance.

Coran had lost Alfor twice. The first time was on his wedding day, when he married the woman he’d been promised to. The second time was the last day he would ever see Alfor alive again. He listened with rapt attention the orders he was to execute: make sure Allura is safe, make sure the Castle of Lions is ready, make sure something, anything survived. Coran had followed through, heart heavy, dutifully shifting his devotion from his king to the King’s daughter.

Of all the people Coran had loved, Allura was the one closest to his heart. She grew to be like a daughter to him, and she saw him like a second father. Allura was his last piece of home and he, hers. She was his drive, his hope for a better universe, his light…

And then, she was gone.

“She—she saved everyone, everything,” Shiro said, his voice a mix of awe and pain. The rest of the Paladins remained in somber silence, quiet hiccups echoed softly in the Atlas bridge, and silent tears ran down their faces. Coran didn’t really believe them. Allura had been speaking through the comms just a few vargas ago. She couldn’t just be gone. It couldn’t be that simple.

When Coran had lost Alfor, the sky was coming down on them, people were dying, horrible, tortured screams were heard from the distance, their home was obliterated; everything felt properly hopeless, despondent.

The sounds of tragedy followed tragedy. It didn’t make sense that they had finally, truly saved the universe and the only thing Coran could feel was an abysmal nothing through his chest. He felt light in his disbelief, almost like he was removed from his own body. But the crushing reality slammed down on him when he took notice of Lance.

Lance had new marks on his cheeks, Altean marks. Coran felt his knees give out and slam on the floor. He stared at the Paladins’ boots as the quiet shock faded out, and the roaring pain his heart felt surged and rocked his core, his being. His Princess was gone. Just gone. No body, no grave.

It felt like the world had been yanked from under his feet, it felt like he would never have proper footing again. Like—a wail rang through the suffocating silence of the bridge. Coran felt a swarm of arms around him, the people that had become his family trying their best to hold him up, and he collapsed.

Damn my life. The thought had become an unintentional mantra. He saw her everywhere. Every corner he turned, he thought he saw the flap of her dress, a lock of her hair, the echo of her laugh. He saw her in the pinks of his suit, in the Altea she brought back, in the people they had once thought lost. Every time, his heart would traitorously lighten and quickly fall back down, renewing the ache in his chest.

He saw her in the Paladins. He saw her in Lance, in his kindness and patience; in Keith, in his noble heart and need to help others; in Shiro’s leadership and resolve; in Hunk’s understanding of others; in Pidge’s eagerness to see change through. Seeing them pained Coran. They were a living reminder of how she was, how she lived, but they weren’t her. They could never be.

His heart was tired. Tired of how Allura’s name would slip out when he talked with Romelle, tired of the guilt he felt for doing so, tired of the lump in his throat. Tired of his inescapable grief.

Damn my life.

It didn’t surprise him when he slowly fell behind on his duties, slowly stopped going to meetings, slowly caved in on himself. He couldn’t pretend to be fine, pretend he’d moved on. He accepted this as his new reality, resigned to the weight of his grief.

What did surprise him was the hand that pulled him out of his self-destructive void.

There was a knock at his door.

“Coran?” Romelle’s voice rang through. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Emi can handle Curtis, Romelle,” he called back.

The door to his room slid open. Coran resisted the urge to grumble at the intrusion, but immediately straightened when he saw who was with Romelle.

“Keith.” It took Coran a tick to register that the Red Paladin was really there. “Hello.”

“Hey, Coran. Thank you, Romelle.” Keith stepped into the room, looking around, inspecting its state. “I’d rather avoid small talk, if you don’t mind.”

Coran nodded. “Please.” He gestured for Keith to sit at his desk. Keith pulled out the chair and sat, looking like he wasn’t sure where to start. He leaned forward on his elbows and took a breath.

“We’re—I’m worried. I’m sure the others are worried, too, but…it’s like they’re not there. Allura’s death fucked us over and we’re not even talking about it.”

Coran winced at his bluntness.

“Shiro’s drinking, no one’s heard from Hunk in months, Pidge hasn’t slept in who knows how long, and Lance—” Keith swallowed around the crack in his voice. “I’ve never seen them so broken.” He ran a hand over his face. “We’re not okay, Coran. And neither are you.”

“Why are you here, Keith?”

“We need to move forward.”

Coran grunted and stood. “That’s certainly rich coming from you.”

“Coran—”

“Were you not the one that refused to move forward when Shiro disappeared?”

“That was different,” Keith said in a level voice.

“Exactly how is it—”

“Allura isn’t coming back.”

The silence that stretched over them was taunt and uncomfortable.

“We need you,” Keith said gently. “The Empire fell, the universe is healing; she would want us to savor it, wouldn’t she?” Keith stood from his chair, seemingly uncertain of his next move. “I know what it’s like to lose someone close, someone that’s family. The first time, I was alone. I don’t remember my dad very well, but I remember how alone I felt after he died. And then—Shiro made things easier. Then I lost Shiro, too, and it felt like I couldn’t keep anyone close; family was something I wasn’t meant to have… But I found you guys and when I lost Shiro again it was easier. You made carrying that pain easier.”

Coran felt a rush of melancholy and pride, seeing how much Keith had grown and wishing Allura could see how far he's come. His heart broke all over again and, this time, Keith was there to catch him as he crumbled.

“I can’t do this without her—”

“You can, we’ve got you.” Keith held him tighter.

“I want the pain to stop, I need it to.”

“I know.”

Coran felt so small, like in his younger quintants when his Pop-Pop would soothe him after a bad scrape in the castle grounds. But this scrape felt too big and too bad, like it would never close up properly, like everything would just spill out and drain him. His heart was just about ready to give up.

But Keith didn’t let him. He stuck around for the next couple of movements, making sure Coran ate and got some fresh air at the very least. Having Keith around gave him a sense of normalcy he’d been needing, slowly beginning to balance himself out. Some quintants were harder than others, but those became increasingly scarcer.

Coran’s head cleared enough for him to notice how Keith was putting up a strong front for Coran’s benefit. The Red Paladin occasionally slipped, and Coran could see the paranoia that laid beneath the surface. Keith was particularly jumpy around the new Alteans that roamed about the castle, not being used to how crowded the grand halls now were.

One blessedly quiet afternoon, on the bridge, Keith was working from his Paladin seat as Coran tinkered away on the control panel, running the castle diagnostics. Coran sighed, relishing the idle familiarity, something in his chest feeling suspiciously close to serenity.

“Keith?”

“Yeah?” He sounded absorbed in the report he’d been reading.

“I don’t think I ever said thank you.”

He was met with a few beats of silence. Coran looked up from his spot on the floor and saw Keith covering his eyes with his hand. Keith shook his head ever so slightly and took a shaky breath.

“It’s really nothing, Coran.” His voice was more composed than he looked.

“It’s not nothing, my boy,” Coran said firmly. “Without you, I probably would still be locked in my room. I’d probably still be in bed, honestly. And Allura would’ve hated that. You were right, you know. She wants us to savor this, her accomplishments, the healing of the universe.”

“Right.”

“I don’t want to keep inconveniencing the Blade of Marmora by keeping you here in Altea.”

“Kolivan said it wasn’t a problem,” Keith said, scrubbing his face and looking over to Coran.

“I doubt he said that.”

Keith cleared his throat. “He said I could return to my regular duties the moment you return to coordinating the Galactic Coalition’s first meeting.”

Coran faltered at that. “How does he even know about that?”

“Curtis mentioned it a few movements ago during a call where I was checking up on Shiro,” Keith said. “Kolivan overheard but didn’t think much of it until I came over. Then he ordered me to stay. Not that I wouldn’t have stayed otherwise.”

Coran felt himself smile fondly at Keith’s words. He was such a sweet lad, sweeter than he led on. “Then I’ll get on that tomorrow,” Coran said with a shrug, returning to his comfortable tinkering.

“You really don’t have to,” Keith said quickly. “I like being back here again.”

“The Alteans make you jump like a Puigan Rabbit, Keith. I’ve enjoyed having you around again, but I can tell you’re itching to get back to your routine.”

“Coran—”

“I’ll be fine. I promise. And you can always visit.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“I can stay another movement if you’d like.”

“I would like that, but as you said, we need to move on,” Coran said, taking a steading breath. “The Team needs us, too. We need to be there for them like you were with me.”

Keith smiled; a soft, rare thing Coran hardly saw these days. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

He still missed Allura, but it wasn’t a crippling sensation anymore. On hard mornings, it was like feeling that empty hole in his chest again, but only in moments, not in prolonged days and nights. It was becoming bearable. Peace had snuck up on him, a pleasant surprise he hadn’t expected to see in a very long time.

* * *

The deca-phoebs had been gradually kinder to Team Voltron. They slowly became more themselves: Hunk’s passion for cooking was revived, starting a new project called Happy Lives; Shiro started seeing a therapist the VA provided; Lance was devoting his time to growing juniberries on Earth; Pidge was working with her brother on some AI software; and Keith was visiting Coran every movement he could, slowly becoming an important leader in the Blade.

Coran had transformed the Voltron Coalition into the Galactic Coalition. It was an interesting shift, going from uniting to face a common enemy to finding himself in the middle of diplomatic squabbles, all too similar to the ones he endured beside Alfor.

As he usually did, Coran wanted to do too many things at the same time. Emi, Commander Holt, and Senior Officer Colt refrained him from doing so. They set boundaries and established lines so Coran would stay focused on the fraction of the galaxy he could help. They helped Coran lay out a system that worked and remained functional: two representatives per planet, one planet representing its system. System representatives were put on a rotational schedule, eventually having each system would stop by the Coalition’s table to present their qualms. Emergency sessions could be called to attend a planet’s individual needs. Everything was meant to run as smoothly as possible.

Not only was Coran surprisingly satisfied with the schedule lay out—something he would always find himself fussing over until Allura would’ve had to pull him away so he could relax—but he found himself happy to share the weight of the work. Having been the Royal Family’s advisor usually had left him with a lot of work, work he had been entrusted to execute. He took pride in that trust. He’d never thought he’d see the quintant where he trusted others with his work, where he was able to loosen his grip on his duties and was willing to delegate.

Even with all the delegation he was comfortable doing, Coran found his quintants pleasantly busy. Keith’s visits were the highlight of his movement. He reminded Coran to take breaks, made him stop working and pulled him out of his office.

They would walk around the castle grounds and Coran would remember when he was a young boy, jumping around and exploring the unfinished parts of the castle. He would remember when Allura was a little girl and he told Keith of all the kinds of trouble she’d get into; running after the little critters she found around the grounds, hiding around the castle during the balls King Alfor would throw and scaring her parents in the process. He told Keith of how her mother would walk with her through the garden and Allura would jump at the sight of a spider but coo at the sight of a caterpillar. The stories poured out of him, movement after movement. The first time she brought Platt, Chulatt, Plachu, and Chuchule into his office and scared him half to death, the first time he saw her potential as a leader, the first time she led a meeting alongside her father.

Keith’s visits always left Coran looking back fondly at the past. He would still tear up at the thought of her, but his love had begun to overshadow his grief. He could laugh at the silly memories and smile at the gentler ones. His heart felt lighter—or less heavy.

Sometimes, Keith came with fellow Blades, sometimes he came with Kolivan—who always had business elsewhere in the castle—but Keith always tried to make time for Coran, even if it was just for lunch. It eventually became the case that the colors of the Blade uniforms were enough to brighten up Coran’s day.

On quintants when Emi took care of the Coalition’s squabbles, Coran would draft and tinker away in his office, keeping up maintenance and adding improvements to his Pop-Pop’s legacy. It was on one of these quintants that Coran spotted the blue and gray tarps of the Blade’s uniform and was already smiling before he looked up from his blueprints.

It was Kolivan, standing somewhat rigidly at the door, his expression as stoic as the first quintant they met.

“Hello, Kolivan,” Coran greeted. He noticed how no one else was walking through the door. “Where’s Keith?”

“He asked me to come and excuse him this phoeb,” Kolivan said with a short apologetic bow.

“Oh, he could’ve just sent a message,” Coran said a little confused. “No need for you to come all this way.”

“He also said that you required company,” Kolivan said, not a hint of tone in his voice. Coran couldn’t tell how Kolivan felt about that, but heat slowly creep up Coran’s face.

“Oh! Did he now? I never meant to impose on your schedule,” Coran said hurriedly. “Honestly, it’s f—”

Kolivan held up a hand.

“Keith wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t know I was lacking in things to do,” Kolivan said, his lips quirking upwards in a stiff smile. Coran had seen Kolivan smile before, knew he was capable of laughing and beaming proudly. So, while he didn’t know the man very well, he knew enough to tell he wasn’t very comfortable.

“I trust how Keith manages and uses his time. He wouldn’t visit if it wasn’t important, it’s not a chore for me to do, but a duty to fulfill. Please be at ease.”

Coran felt a flurry of emotion mixed between flustered and flattered. Important. Coran was important to Keith. His well-being was a priority in Keith’s long list of responsibilities and duties to oversee. That dear boy.

Coran cleared his throat and took a breath. “Well, if that’s how you see it, I won’t insist on the contrary.”

Kolivan nodded and took a step inside the office. He glanced around, much like Keith had that first visit a few deca-phoebs ago. “Keith didn’t give detailed instructions. What is it he usually does?”

“We talk,” Coran shrugged. “Check in on how the other is doing, catch up on current projects and the like, reminisce on past times.”

Kolivan’s ear twitched and Coran laughed.

“I don’t expect any of that from you,” Coran assured him. “We can just sit here in silence. I don’t mind the company while I work.”

“Did I interrupt something?”

“Nothing of political importance, if that’s what worries you,” Coran said with a smile. Kolivan’s shoulders seemed to untense. “Come sit. Sit, sit.” Coran gestured to the armchair in front of his desk. Kolivan moved dutifully across the room, taking a seat, and inspecting the objects on Coran’s desk.

Beside the memory files that were stacked to the side and digital filer that contained the Coalition’s current reports, Coran had a few objects he was, if only, a tad self-conscious of: five Altean toys. The more obvious one was Allura’s favorite when she was younger: a small Klanmüirl stuffed plush; the second rested as a disk-shaped platform, but contained various puzzles displayed by holograms (he’d carried it everywhere as a boy, which was evident in its worn edges); the third was a simple spinning top he kept around for when he got anxious and needed to fidget with something; the fourth was the miniature for his Monsters and Mana character, Dakin the Powerful Wizard; the last was a gift form Alfor, the Altean version of the Olkari Cube, the Secret Keeper.

Kolivan’s eyes lingered on the Secret Keeper with a spark of curiosity, eyes darting to the actual Olkari Cube Coran had been gifted in Olkarion, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he asked, “W-what were you working on?

Coran smiled, appreciating the effort. “Drones,” he said cheerily. “The idea came to me when I was talking to dear Number Five last movement. She had mentioned her drone Rover in passing and I remembered how helpful the fella had been. So I thought, I’m sure I can design some for the castle, have them run around, help officials with tasks and storing data.

“I’m drafting up a few models before I send them to Pidge. A few fire walls here and there in their programming and they should be more secure than the original Rover.”

“I forgot that was in your skill set,” Kolivan said honestly. “It’s easier to see you as a politician these quintants.”

“Well, they don’t call me the Coranic Mechanic for nothing! I was head engineer of this castle for quite some time. Even as I fulfilled my role as royal advisor,” Coran beamed proudly.

“I didn’t realize,” Kolivan said with a nod that was almost a small bow.

“And what are your current affairs?”

“Accompanying you,” he said simply.

“Right, yes,” Coran said, feeling a little silly for asking.

The silence that followed that visit was uncomfortable at first but slowly shifted into something more familiar. Kolivan was a calming presence in Coran’s office. His gaze loitered around different parts of the room, allowing Coran to focus on the last set of notes for his drone drafts.

After some time, Coran looked up from his digital filer to find Kolivan standing near the window, looking out over the castle grounds.

“Keith usually leaves around this time,” Coran said.

“Has my company been sufficient?”

“It has,” Coran said with a smile.

“Very well,” Kolivan bowed. “I’ll leave you to your duties. Good day.”

And with that, Kolivan took the calm with him, Coran soon becoming jittery by himself. He wondered what it was about Kolivan that soothed him as he’d worked. He reached for the spinning top as he stared at the spot Kolivan had been standing in. It had been so familiar…

A playful smile and bright eyes flashed in Coran’s head.

Somedays… somedays I wish you’d open that already.

Coran shook his head, shooing way the silly memory.

The reunion they had every deca-phoeb was getting closer. Coran had thought that maybe the Paladins needed each other’s support around this time of the deca-phoeb. So, he organized an annual reunion to get through the date. Almost naturally, they started celebrating Allura’s life instead of grieving her death. It became a quintant to look forward to.

Team Voltron together once more. The thought made him smile.

Pidge, Lance, and Shiro were the first to arrive, followed shortly by Hunk. Keith was the last to get there, apologizing for being held back by a mission.

They spent the afternoon catching up and swapping stories. Coran noticed near the end of dinner that Shiro hadn’t stopped smiling since he arrived. There was something in him that was giddy, even. As happy as the sight made Coran, it was curious and odd for Shiro to be like this. Keith seemed to notice it too, occasionally looking over at Coran as if to make sure they were both seeing the same thing.

“Is something on your mind, Shiro?” Coran finally spoke up.

“Hm?” Shiro looked up, still smiling. “Well, not really—I was gonna wait until after dinner, but…”

That got the rest of the table’s attention, all eyes now on Shiro. He sat up straighter, clearing his throat.

“Um, alright,” Shiro looked around, his eyes lingering on Keith. “You guys are my family and I wanted you to be the first to know. You all know that Curtis and I have been seeing each other for some time now and, well, we’re engaged.” Shiro gave half a shrug, looking down bashfully at the table. The news registered a beat later.

“Dude, that’s awesome!”

“Congratulations!”

“That’s great to hear!”

“That’s wonderful news!”

“Thank you, guys,” Shiro beamed. “I wanted to ask you something, too. I was wondering if you could be my groomsmen—groomspeople? I want you guys to be up there with me.” Shiro was looking at his team. At the people he’d fought alongside with and defended so many times. Then he looked up at Coran. “And I wanted to ask you if you’d do me the honor of walking down the aisle with me.”

Shiro was met with a chorus of excited ‘of course’s and ‘yes’s, but his eyes remained on Coran. Coran, who was currently at a loss for words, eyes tearing up. He stood from his chair and rushed to Shiro’s side of the table, hugging him tightly.

“Of course, I’d love to—I’d be honored, I—” his words were cut off by the force of Shiro hugging him back.

“Thank you,” he said, a hint of relief in his voice. Then he pulled away and looked around the table, “To all of you.”

After that, the conversation shifted to talk of wedding preparations and comments about ‘making sure Curtis is good enough for you,’ which Shiro dismissed with a chuckle and a shake of his head. Coran watched the scene unfold fondly and thought: Allura would’ve loved this.

Coran distantly realized that had been the least painful thought he’d had all day.

pt. 2 >

[magicaldonniella]

JJBA x Voltron AU "The Rivals Story"

Inspired by a vocaloid song "I am the Celebration of Two People"

Basically, Jolyne is jealous of her rival, Allura for being Karuki's true love and that Karuki is always giving Allura a lot of attention, like what she did when she was with Jolyne back then. So, Jolyne killed Allura and disguised herself as her in order to obtain Karuki herself. Months have passed since Allura's passing and nobody knew that Jolyne murdered her until Jolyne realized something was wrong. When she looked into the mirror, Jolyne saw that she has pink acne marks. But she knew that she couldn't possibly earn Altean marks because she's a half galra, half human. When she tries to revert back to her old self, she sees that her back hair has become white and curly, which looks exactly like Allura's hair and some of her original hair which are her two buns hairstyle. And then, Jolyne realized that Allura was inside of her and that her soul possessed Jolyne's entire body in order to fuse their souls into one. Fearing losing herself and losing Karuki, Jolyne would have no choice but to try to find a way to get rid of Allura before it was too late. But it did not go as planned. Allura moved Jolyne's body and then stabbed Jolyne's magical stone and then stabbed themselves before Jolyne could even react. And now, Jolyne is dead...thanks to Allura's possession...

Anyway, here's a music video about that song: