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ulticakey · 7 years ago

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Have some soft fem Klance for the soul, with a tiny fic to acompany it.

They were walking hand in hand through the crowds, noises and flashing lights of every color surrounding them, it had been a while since Allura had given them a free day, the Defenders of the Universe didn't have the luxury of taking even a day to rest, it seemed.

But they had been really tired lately, fighting galra fleet after galra fleet without respite, and no matter how much stamina they had, the sleepless nights, endless rescue missions, diplomatic meetings and continuous fights wore them down to the point that they had just wanted to fall unconscious on any horizontal surface available.

Keira had drawn the line when he had found Lidia sprawled out on the floor of one of the hallways that lead to the common room, dead to the world, she had rushed to her aid only to find that she had fainted, most probably from exhaustion.

She had taken her to the medical bay and quickly ran to tell Allura that they needed a day off, and they needed it now.

The princess had agreed, dark circles under her eyes, she had been tired too, too many meetings and fights and castle maintenance stealing all her free time. She said that the galra had retreated for the time being, and that a day to rest was in order, then she had apologized for pushing them to their limits, even if she was doing it for the greater good.

Eventually they had reached a new galaxy, and as soon as Coran had seen the planet he flipped out, he had such fond memories of the place, wanted to come back one day if he could, and now he got the chance. He explained that the planet was kind of a resort for vacation and relaxation only, it had everything, from casinos -the princess had glared at her advisor, her eyes narrowing- spas, water parks, carnivals, parades...it had everything you could ever want.

So they had docked into the hangars, registered as guests, and decided to be on their way, but they hadn't gotten very far before Lidia, who had just recently woken up, had demanded that everyone synthesise new clothes, berating them for looking like 'Hobos' and saying that they needed some casual clothes for it to feel like a real vacation. With so much enthusiasm pouring out from every pore of her body, no one could tell her no, so they had taken turns and fabricated some clothes to wear, then they had left in pairs, minus Coran, who looked at the casinos with longing.

Allura and Shiro had decided to treat themselves to a spa day, while Pidge and Hunk decided to visit the electronic and culinary fairs, that had just left Lidia and Keira, and the latter had suggested to just walk around until they found something they enjoyed. Eventually they had arrived to an area filled with food stands, an amusement park, games and other things.

Lidia had held out her hand and the red paladin had taken it without thinking, the warmth they shared through their clasped hands a comforting familiar feeling.

And that's where they found themselves right now, walking through the carnival while Lidia pointed at everything and anything that she found amusing, funny or interesting, Keira adding her two cents when she found something she liked.

"Oh my god, look at that stuffed animal, alien...thing? I don't know what it is but it looks so cute!" The blue paladin exclaimed, her excitement clearly visible, but Keira wasn't fooled, her smile didn't reach her eyes, her boisterous behaviour was fake, she was nervous, looking at Keira from the corner of her eye every few seconds, she was trying to hide something and it made the shorter girl frown.

"Lidia, are you okay?" Her voice was soft, a tone she only used for her lover when she had to coax her into opening up and sharing her troubles.

"I...I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? We're having a date! After so many days I'm finally able to take you on a real date! Of course I'm okay." She said this with a grin, but in truth she was way too preoccupied with her own thoughts to notice that her facade was slipping.

"It doesn't look like you're enjoying yourself too much, you keep giving me side glances and then looking away." She pouted "Is there something wrong? Are the clothes I choose so ugly? You can tell me, you know, I won't get mad." She really wouldn't, she didn't care about fashion at all, but knew that Lidia did, so if it was a problem she could go change.

"No, no, no, you look beautiful as always, and you actually had good taste for once." The clothes she fabricated were really nice, a tight red skirt that made her ass look wonderful and a white blouse with ruffles that gave her a classical look, she couldn't really complain, no.

Still feeling worried, Keira closed the distance between them, both her hands sneaking around and holding her girlfriend's waist. "If it's not about that, then what is it? You know I'm not good with words or feelings, and I miss social cues a lot of the time, so if it's something I did, or whatever, just be blunt and tell me, or I won't get it." She had trouble understanding the references Lidia and Hunk spouted at seemingly random times, and even when her lover had explained them, they didn't make sense to her.

"Baby, it's nothing you did, it's not you, really, it's me, it's silly, and selfish, and probably shallow, but..." She bit her lip, a frown marring her beautiful features. "I can't stop thinking about your hair." There, she said it, it was out in the open now.

Feeling a bit self-conscious at the reminder, Keira brought her right hand up to touch the small hairs on the base of her neck. "That's what it was? You know I don't care either way, right? It's even more comfortable as it is right now, doesn't get in the way." It had been a hassle combing it everyday, and it got annoying when she fought, it didn't feel like a loss to her when it got cut.

Lidia listened to her, or tried to anyway, but her mind had a sudden flashback to last week, and suddenly she was far away, they were on a rescue mission, and they had been doing really well, she was sniping and shooting with her guns while Keira slashed at everyone that got close, then abruptly a super fast and sneaky galra commander had joined the fray, hitting them hard and fast with no time to react.

Lidia had been thrown back to the other side of the room, and she had gotten up just in time to see the galran slash at his girlfriend, her bayard flying from her hands, she had tried to dodge but the guy was relentless, and with a swift swipe he slashed horizontally.

Right to her lover's neck.

For one terrifying second he had thought the soldier had beheaded the red paladin.

Her mind a swirling mess of pure unadulterated rage, she shot at the soldier with deadly and accurate precision, a battle cry and an anguished scream leaving her lips, she fired her gun until nothing remained of the guy, obliterating him. Sweating and panting, heaving for breath, she whirled around and ran to Keira's side, her whole being trembling, but before she even reached her, the red paladin was getting up, seemingly okay, but Lidia caught something falling to the ground, and as her eyes followed...

She shrieked.

The shorter girl jumped at the loud sound, terrified for a second, worried that Lidia was hurt, but she had followed her gaze and watched in fascination as a thick mess of black hair rested now on the ground, her hand reaching up to touch her neck, fingers coming back coated in blood. The blue paladin had walked up to her, assessed the damage, and demanded to be brought back to the castle and a healing pod to be ready, even so, a small scar had remained where she had been cut, and she had to ask Shiro to even out her hair so she didn't look stupid.

All in all, Lidia had been worried sick, and scared, and really sad, but it was stupid and she didn't want to worry her girlfriend so she kept silent. She was brought back to the present by a hand slowly caressing her cheek.

"Sweetheart? Are you with me? -Lidida nodded- Good, you had me worried for a second there. What is this about my hair? Do you dislike it that much?" The other shook her head fervently, she was perfect and lovely and gorgeous no matter what.

"It's not that, I don't care how you look, I love you anyway and you know I don't care about that, I mean, not that I'm complaining because those biceps make me drool and you know it -Lidia!- and those thighs -Oh god stop it- okay, okay. It's just...stupid, I really loved your long hair, it relaxed me when you let me braid it, and I loved to run my fingers through it, it was soothing and...I dunno, it looked really good on you. But I didn't want you to think I only liked you that way, or that I was all about appearances and stuff, it just made me sad when it got cut, and I know it sounds selfish so I didn't say anything." She frowned, ashamed, for her, it had felt like a part of her lover had got torn apart without permission, it was silly, it was just hair and it would grow back, and the red paladin didn't seem to care anyway so there was no problem.

"I know you're not that shallow Lidia, and I remember how you always played with my hair after a nightmare to calm yourself down, the only reason I never cut my hair at first, was because I was lazy and in the desert there was no hairdresser. Then I left it long just for you, because your eyes always light up when I let it down and you looked at me in a way that made me feel warm inside, and then you confessed and began taking care of my hair and...I got to enjoy it, I really loved our hair care sessions." She smiled fondly, hands still gripping the other's waist gently, but strongly.

"So there's no need to worry, I'll grow it long again, it will take time, but if you don't mind waiting..." Lidia shook her head again, this time wrapping her own hands around Keira's waist and squeezing.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to force you into doing something you don't want, if you think you're more comfortable this way, I don't mind, honestly. I just got really scared back then, and then I saw the hair on the ground and just....kinda lost it, I think if it had been in another situation, like, if you had cut it willingly, I wouldn't have had a problem." She sighed, holding Keira tighter against her chest, her hand drawing small circles on the other's back.

"It's fine, I get it, you were pretty mad when that guy nearly got me, I heard your scream, it was...painful, it's fine to feel that way, you're not forcing me to do anything, I'm doing this because I love you and I don't want to see you so worried and sad again. I'll grow it long again, and then we can choose a new haircut, the both of us, yeah?" She raised herself up on her tiptoes, nose brushing against Lidia's cheek, the other letting out a small huff of a laugh before leaning down to touch their foreheads together.

"Yeah...yeah, that sounds really nice....gods, you don't know how much I love you, do you?." Her voice was full of affection and warmth, love coating every word that left her lips.

"Oh, I know it all right, but I'll be sure to show you how much I love you tonight." The taller girl blushed a dark crimson and closed her eyes, the red paladin using that moment to kiss her cheek, the other girl opening one eye to gaze lovingly at her lover, a giggle escaping her lips, and then another and another one, it looked like the blue paladin couldn't stop.

A quick kiss on the mouth solved that problem.

#klance #fem klance #fem lance #fem keith #voltron legendary defender #vld #red paladin #blue paladin #tiny fic #fanart #ultideb #i love my space children #and i was inspired to write #so

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starlightlance · 8 years ago

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17 and klance? 👀 interpret to ur liking

Context: Lance is recovering from a traumatic incident with the Galra (lowkey based on future plans for of captive souls and broken bonds)

17: “I don’t know where I am. Help me”

Images flooded through Lance’s mind, twisting and turning his senses of reality. He didn’t know what was happening, what he was seeing. His heart thumped in his chest to the pattern of the drums ringing in his ears. Too much. There was too much.

Haggar’s snarl filled his mind. She was there, right in front of him. What was going on? The druids. They were all there. Sendak. Lotor. Zarkon. Surrounding him. Lance wanted to pick up his bayard but he couldn’t seem to do it? Why was he here? Didn’t he escape?

Lance tugged at the follicles of his hair, crouching downwards. “No, no, no, no,” He repeated, over and over and over again. Nothing went away. It was all too overwhelming. Lance was lost in a sea of mixed reality, where he didn’t know what was real or not.

“Lance!” He heard a concerned voice yell. Lance thought for a moment and tried to adjust on the person before him. They…they looked more real. Were they real? He focused in a bit more and realized an extremely worried Keith was crouching in front of him. “Lance. You’re gonna be okay.”

He almost choked on his words. Keith was there. But so were all those monsters. They were closing in on him. Lance hated small spaces. Everything was shrinking. And Lance, he didn’t realize he was screaming.

“Lance, please talk to me.” There was Keith’s voice again. Maybe Lance could latch onto it. Find some solace.

He began to speak in ragged breaths. “Haggar…Sendak…druids…screaming…grabbing…I-I don’t,” was all he managed to get out. Lance locked eyes with Keith. He tried to focus on the purple glint inside them, but the visions from before took over again.

“Hey, hey you’re fine. Please, talk to me.”

Lance took in a deep breath. He didn’t know what was happening to him. He wanted it to stop. “I don’t know where I am. Help me,” he rasped.

Keith’s lips parted for a moment before he spoke. Lance shut his eyes tightly. He couldn’t bare to keep them open. The same twisted images flew through his mind. Lance felt Keith cup his cheeks, but he did not open his eyes again.

Keith began to speak in a soothing tone. “You are okay. You are safe. We are in your room at the castle. You are not with the Galra. I am here. I am real. You are real. This room is real. The Galra you see, they are not real. None of that is reality. We are safe.”

Lance took a deep breath and repeated, “We are safe.” He’d let a few tears escape as Keith held him there gently. Keith then tugged Lance closer, so their foreheads were touching.

“Lance. I need you to open your eyes. Can you do that?”

Could he? Lance didn’t know. But…he had to try. Slowly, he let his eyes flutter open and made eye contact with Keith again. He had to blink back tears, but he focused on the boy before him.

“I am real,” Lance coughed. “You’re real. This is real.” The visions began to dissipate as he stared at the boy before him. This, this was reality.

The corners of Keith’s lips upturned as the boy pulled Lance into a hug. The two whispered in unison, “Everything is okay.”

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kirishwima · 7 years ago

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short klance one-shot

so my cute as quiznak friend @wipengineer wanted some fluff and im more than happy to comply ((and ofc it ended up being klance bc...it’s klance is there any further reason necessary? it’s good for the soul yo)) ***** It felt kind of like a concept. A scene from a movie perhaps.

Lance, in a club, the music around him is beating, the rhythm pumping through him like the blood pulsing in his veins, lights flashing, swaying him along the crowd, there’s a feeling in his chest and a tug to his limbs and he’s dancing, grinning, the quickening sound stirring him on, the now-empty drink in his hand is swishing the remaining droplets in the cup flashing neon from the overhead lights.

Then suddenly he looks ahead and everything stills-the music slows down, hides beneath the sound of his own heartbeat, the neon lightnings fade to an ethereal white glow, his feet plant him in place-

He looks ahead and locks eyes with Keith, the raven-haired boy’s lips tugging to a gentle smile, one directed to Lance and Lance solely, hands extending lock over Lance’s neck, the room grows cold save for the minute area beside his ear as Keith’s breath blows by it, his voice whispering-or is it yelling? how Keith was looking for him, how he found him among the crowd because who else would be dancing with their whole soul like that other than Lance?

Keith leaned back away, smile never leaving his lips-it’s soft and sweet and Lance wants nothing more than to taste it, and he’s unsure wether he voiced the thought or not because the very next moment the bittersweet tinge of Keith is locked onto his lips, the hands move to his waist and hold him tight, and he feels himself get lost in the embrace, the warmth of the drink in his belly and the sweat on his forehead long forgotten, ignored in favour of the sweetest warmth he’s melted into.

The next morning his head pounds and his stomach feels like it’s conspiring against him, but a hand meets his cheek and lips kiss his forehead and Keith is all he sees-that damned sweet smile teasingly in place, pushing Keith’s cheeks up, causing little crinkles to form in the corners of his eyes where soft tugs of hair fell loose from Keith’s ponytail.

He says I love you right then and there-as if he’d let a raging hangover and Keith’s playful insults get in the way of being a sap. He’d be as sickeningly, embarrassingly sweet as he wanted to. He’d be as sweet as he could everyday, and when this hangover is gone, he’ll get up, go to the best flower shop, get Keith his favourite red roses to accompany the little hippo plushie hidden in their closet-the one holding a ring between it’s plush teeth.

He’ll set everything up to perfection-from a romantic dinner to soft white candles, the whole damn package if he can; But for now he’ll let Keith run a hand through his hair, cold and soothing over his head, whilst he whispers ‘i love you’s and ‘get better soon’s.

He can’t wait to get better.

He can’t wait to make Keith feel like the happiest man alive. (and for once, he’ll accept the second place gladly.)

***** it’s super short and crappy adjksflf but hope you like it <33

#i was listening to club music and just went-aha! and wrote this before the playlist finished lol ;u; hope u like this D~#klance #vld #fanfics #might delete later idk just didnt know where to put this w/out changing the format ahhh #klance fanfic #they're boyfriends and living together and Lance is the type of clubbing person that won't sit still but his bf loves him just like this #and plus keith loves getting to tease lance about his alcohol tolerance bc they're friends and boyfriends ok shhhh don't question it lol #i'll write the proposal bit too if ya want #i like the club/taking care of cute drunk trope ok ;u;

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san-bika · 8 years ago

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Battle for a Soul - Voltron fic

So this fic was brought on by rewatching the Azula and Zuko Agni Kai a couple (hundred) times. I cried writing it soooo Please listen to this on repeat if you feel like visualizing Keith and Lance and crying: Last Agni Kai or you can try Reconciliation from the ATLA soundtrack. Feel free to see this as a Klance or friendship fic.

The only other thing to know is that in this universe, the Paladins have evolved the powers of their lions and that Lance succumbed to his insecurities while Keith was acting as Black Paladin and fell under the sway of Haggar after he was captured.

Rating: T - violence, manipulation

Pairings: Klance (ish)

Length: 1687 words

Tags: S2 continuation, Black Paladin Keith, paladin powers, angst, manipulated Lance

Keith forced the fire in his veins to a dull roar, knowing that he needed Haggar alive, that one move of his sword at her throat would cause him to fail his mission.

And failure wasn’t something he would accept.

He rasped at the dark figure, “Give him back to us. Now.“

The witch smiled. "All you had to do was ask, halfbreed."

His hand twitched, correcting itself before something outrageous could happen, like Haggar’s head sailing across the floor. Still, she noticed the weakness and met his gaze, a farcical smile twisting across her thin face.

Keith kept his gaze impassive and tightened his grip. This was no cat and mouse game. One false move and she’d be dead and Lance’s location lost forever.

"I’ll call him over. Don’t do anything rash now. You wouldn’t like the consequences.” She turned and cackled into the hall, “We are ready for you, Paladin."

And Keith froze. Why was Lance just waiting for him? Why would Haggar let him roam free after months of imprisonment?

A curling wave of danger hit the back of his mind and rolled in his gut and he jumped back just as a spray of sharp ice shards shot out from the dark corridor.

A familiar figure strolled forward, tall and lanky just had he remembered. But no longer in the white suit of the paladins but the black and purple that he hated so much. He could barely recognize him.

Lance seemed ethereal, seemed lankier, like he hadn’t been fed, and looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. Considering Haggar had imprisoned him, both were likely. His hair was unkempt, falling into his eyes and long past his ears.

It could be an imposter if he didn’t instinctively know him, his aura, his quintessence. The part of them connected by Voltron and more, told him that this was their lost friend, shattered by the druids and remade into… something.

His eyes were the worst, like he wasn’t really seeing anything. Blue chips flinty and cold, no hint of warmth or humor.

And something else was off. Lance held himself tightly straight but as though his spine was twisted around itself. His head cocked at angle made him seem arrogant. He was not here as a friend.

As his face was lit up, Keith could see a cruel half-smile. "Keith, you’re not gonna fight back?” Lance bowed his head low and chuckled darkly. “Scared you’ll lose?" Keith lowered his bayard, fighting the wave of cold fear that overtook him.

"Lance, what are you doing? I don’t want to fight you!"

Lance looked up, eyes narrowed with something colder than hatred. It was hard to see in the strange Galran light, but it looked like he was faintly glowing, a dark aura surrounding him.

Keith glanced over towards the witch to see a similar glow surrounding her hands and that feral grin marring her face.

"Of course you don’t. Why would Voltron’s best bother with a second-rate cargo pilot, right?"

He took a step forward, raising his palms just as Coran and Allura had taught them to and the frost that Keith was so used to counting on in battle started to appear on his fingers.

He quickly put away his bayard and called on the lethal combination of powers he had acquired: controlling the air as the Black Paladin, and summoning fire as the Red.

He could barely stop himself from growling. "Lance, listen to me, please. Haggar is using you! She’s done something to you! Come back to Voltron! You’re ours! Our Blue Paladin! Open your eyes!"

Before he had finished he had to throw himself back to avoid the barrage of ice sent his way. Lance laughed again, panting even though he had barely moved. "But Keith, that’s exactly what she did for me. She opened my eyes to see that Voltron will NEVER need me when they have YOU!"

And Lance shut his mouth and ran at him, summoning a wave of dark water that Keith barely beat away with a gust of cold wind.

Before he could do anything, a second wave came from behind him and smothered him, wild currents pulling him to the ground in a whirlpool. Keith struggled, trying to hold as much air in as he could. He gathered his strength and moved his arms outwards to create a crest of fire, blasting the water away.

Without thinking he punched his fist out, shocked, and a funnel of red flames hit Lance on his chest, too fast to dodge. The former paladin fell a few feet away before he rose again, baring his teeth, eyes glittering dangerously.

Haggar hissed from her spot by the wall, "You see, don’t you, they want you dead! They want you gone, just as I told you.” Lance stood with his head down, trembling terribly for a long minute. He looked like he was fighting tears.

Haggar spoke again, “Quickly! Finish him before he kills you!"

Keith shouted out, "No, Lance, don’t listen!"

But it was too late, the other teen lifted his head out of shadow, sneering. He staggered forward, gasping, and Keith realized then that the aura he’d seen wasn’t imaginary. It was still there, darker and brighter at the same time, more tangible than before.

Haggar wasn’t giving Lance more power, more strength. She was stealing it from him, taking it from his very life force. That’s why Lance was stronger than he’d ever been…. and why he was falling apart, taking deep huffing breaths and barely keeping his balance as he threw out punishing attacks.

"NO! LANCE!"

It took all his strength to block the ice that flew at him, and even then some of it had stuck him through the thigh. Keith burned it away, ignoring the stream of blood oozing down his leg as he realized he’d need to overwhelm Lance if he had any chance of saving him.

But he didn’t have water, or earth, or plant life, something he could use to somewhat gently stun Lance. His weapons were all fury and danger. He could steal the breath away from him. He could burn him. And he’d have to or Lance would literally fight to his death.

Haggar was trying to kill Keith at any cost.

Keith dodged again, and again, and again. He had no choice and finally kicked out, creating a vortex of flame that flew too fast for Lance to dodge.

The paladin barely managed to erect an ice barrier but the fire licked up his arms and the sleeves of his armor briefly. Lance shrieked and stumbled back, before tearing at his clothes and screaming at Keith.

"I knew it,” he grit out, using his ice to briefly soothe his burning arms. Tears slid down his cheeks. and his face was twisted with anger and pain. “I knew she was right. That you all wanted me out. That YOU wanted me out!"

Lance laughed again, a bitter high-pitched wail that was almost a cry. Keith took a step forward before being forced back from Haggar’s lightning.

"It’s not like that. She’s killing you, Lance!” He felt droplets burn their way down his cheeks. He could barely speak from the smoke and ash, his own emotion drowning him.

Lance looked up slowly, his face lit with a grim smile and shattered eyes. Body swaying but voice soft and steady.

“Let’s end this, Keith."

No.

He grasped for anything, any memory to convince Lance that he was trying to save him, but the witch had a grasp too strong to fight: Lance’s mind was infected and had been over the months he’d been missing. It would take twice as long to heal him, save him from the darkness.

Keith could only pray that they’d make it out alive now.

And the battle began again, harsher and faster.

Lance attacked, fell, stood, was burned, and attacked again. He stopped talking and just stared with those accusing eyes.

No self-preservation, no defense, just careless aggression.

Keith teetered on the edge of panic. He had to save his friend. He had no way to save his friend. Shards of ice ripped into him, making sharp cuts and stabbing his face, his arms, his legs. Every hit from his fellow paladin carved into his heart.

Finally Lance raised a hand, cradling in it an orb glowing an eerie blue-white.

And Keith felt that instinctual warning not to let Lance attack with that. That the quintessence lost would finish Lance, forever, and possibly him.

So he took a long breath and pushed past all the distractions, past the worry whether Allura and Hunk had succeeded in rescuing Shiro, or whether Pidge, Coran, and Matt were fending off the Galra.

He found the fabric of his courage inside him and wrapped it around his heart in one moment. Then Keith let it go with a desperate scream, wrapping hot air around burning fire, creating a bomb and flinging it at Lance and Haggar.

As soon as he threw it, he could see the reflection in the pinpoint of Lance’s eye, the fear, and he ran after it, praying that the other paladin would draw an ice-shield up somehow.

But it struck the Blue Paladin too fast in a torrent of wind and flame. Haggar shrieked as the heat and fire washed over her too and he lost track of her, focused on Lance.

He was covered in burns, red shine and sooty skin on his hands, arms, and face, Galra armor seared off, and barely awake, barely alive.

He couldn’t move at all, and only cried out in anger, gasping, unable to stop from crying, the hurts in his mind as bad as his physical injuries.

Keith’s own voice was barely there, as he cradled Lance and rasped into his helmet. "Coran, we need immediate extraction. I-I’ve got Lance. But you need to hurry. It’s touch and go right now."

And he waited for his team, all of his focus on his friend, on the sighs and sobs, trying to sooth them with quiet hushes.

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ao3feed--sheith · 6 years ago

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Keith One-Shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2EcMROq

by FearLove

Some Keith One-Shots to soothe my aching soul. May have some triggering and mature topics, so don't read if you're sensitive to that type of stuff. The chapters are named after whatever the story prompt is or the main aspect of the story. Most of the love chapters are pretty bitter or sad, so don't read this for smut or anything. This is low-key a vent work where I take everything out on the character I relate the most to from a show for children. Yeah, it's pretty sad. But I'm pretty sad so- it evens itself out.

Words: 639, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Shiro (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Allura (Voltron)

Relationships: Klance - Relationship, Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith/Shiro (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Sad boi hours, vent fics, One-Shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2EcMROq

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ptw30 · 8 years ago

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Ficlet: Of Rings and Things

Summary: Soul-bonding is one thing, but wearing a finger collar? Allura thinks not. (Warning: Fluff)

Ships: Shallura, Klance (mentioned)

Allura blinked and held up the shimmering band, eying it skeptically. “What is this…marriage request you ask of me?”

Shiro’s cheeks dusted with a vibrant pink tinge. “It’s when two people commit to one another, to only be with one another. They marry each other. That’s what it’s called on Earth.”

“Oh! Like a soul-bond?” Allura exclaimed. Her tone darkened as her attention once more focused on the simple ring between her fingertips, a golden band with a Balmera crystal on top. “But what does it have to do with a ring?”

“It’s like a promise ring, symbolizing that you are taken.”

“By whom?” she seethed, anger creeping into her expression and tone.

Lance snorted behind Shiro, barely holding in his laughter, while Shiro struggled to maintain his composure. “By-By me. By wearing it, you promise to marry me.”

Allura narrowed her eyes, hand clasping the ring in a tight fist. “So you ask me to bond with you, and then you wish to place this-this band upon my finger like some sort of collar, like a symbol of ownership?”

“What! No!” Shiro shot off his knee, so he could speak with Allura eye-to-eye—or at least he tried to. She quickly grew to be taller than him. “It’s – It’s supposed to show my affection for you.”

“A collar!”

“A ring. I’ll get one, too, once we’re married, showing that I am taken by you.”

Allura’s eyes narrowed. “I do not believe I have accepted this offer of bonding, Takashi.”

“Ooh, she just Takashi’ed him,” Pidge whispered to the paladins.

“Look, I don’t know why you’re so angry,” he continued, sparing Pidge an incensed glare. “This is an Earth custom. I’m just trying to show my love for you, but if you do not want this – ”

“Did you ask Coran about Altean customs?” Allura countered. “Do you know how we purpose bonding?”

Why did Shiro feel like that was some sort of a threat?

Ten minutes later, he looked up from his position before the invisible maze, finding Allura standing in the instructor’s booth. “You’re not serious.”

“It’s imperative for Altean couples to have good communication before they complete their bonding,” she explained, her voice soothing and patient in his helmet. “Running through the invisible maze without any diversions or disagreements is the best way to solidify our compatibility.”

“So if we master this, you’ll marry me?”

“Yes, I’ll bond with you, and wear that finger collar – as long as you wear one yourself.”

Shiro sighed and resolved himself to the task at hand. “You realize Coran ran Lance and Keith through this our first day training, right?”

“I fail to see your point.”

“They aren’t married.”

“Well, I should hope not.” Coran’s hearty laugh echoed in Shiro’s helmet. “Their subsequent runs have improved, but they still have a lot of work to do before they can bond.”

Shiro froze and said slowly, “They’re not together, Coran.”

“What? Oh, that’s absurd. Why, they’re more demonstrative than mating klanmuirls!”

The End

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