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moonlight0934 · 16 days ago

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Shhh

Shiro watches from his lion as the Galra drops bombs on the city they’ve been trying to free for the last twelve hours. They’re all exhausted and half of them were trying to evacuate the town, but now it’s nothing more than rubble.

Shiro’s lion destroys the ship that manages to get bombs past them, then dives down. Hunk continues trying to manage the ships by himself while Shiro races to find their teammates. The Castle is almost done recharging anyway, so they’ll be able to help soon. Shiro jumps out of his seat as soon as his lion touches the ground.

“Is everyone ok?” Pidge asks, and Shiro lets out a breath.

“I don’t know where Lance and Keith are, but it’s good that you’re alright.”

“Yeah, I was at the evacuation point. I’ll see if I can pinpoint their exact locations from their trackers.”

“Thanks, let me know what you find.”

Shiro doesn’t wait, running to the rubble that was a town only a few minutes ago.

“Ok, I have both of their locations. I’m going to get Lance, and I’m sending you Keith’s right now.”

Shiro waits for the information to come through, then heads to the coordinates as fast as he can. When he gets there, he finds a ruined church, nothing more than a pile of smoldering rocks. Shiro feels his breath catch in his lungs, and suddenly he can’t think, and can’t breathe.

Up until this moment, he was hoping that he was wrong, and Keith was fine. That there was another reason he wasn’t answering, but this is undeniable proof slapping him in the face. They’re far enough out from the actual bombs that most of the damage was from shockwaves, and that’s Shiro’s only solace.

He takes a step forward, and starts trying to pick through the rubble for Keith. It’s slow going, and every thing that he moves without any sign of Keith is enough to make Shiro want to cry. He digs for another ten minutes before he sees a bare hand. The voice in the back of his mind says that it can’t be Keith since he was in armor and a flight suit, but Shiro starts digging the person out anyway since they obviously need help regardless of who it is.

The man is quiet, but doesn’t seem to have any major injuries. He was near the exit and near the top of the rubble, so Shiro just sets him away from the rubble, and fixes his neck and back before continuing. He ends up spotting a broken piece of Keith’s armor a few feet away. He starts digging there immediately, and finds Keith a foot away under a bunch of rubble.

Keith’s helmet is broken, and blood is covering his face and hair. There’s something that went completely through his forearm, but Shiro can’t tell what it is. His shoulders and head are at an odd angle, and his knee is bent weirdly.

“Keith?” Shiro whispers, his hands hovering over Keith’s body without touching him.

Keith’s eyes open, but they’re glazed over. He whimpers, shuddering. His eyes stare past Shiro, unseeing. If he wasn’t shaking so badly, Shiro would wonder if he was even still alive.

“Guys, I need an extraction right now. I can’t move Keith, and I don’t know how to get him out of here.” Shiro’s voice is shaking so badly that he can barely get the words out.

Allura is the one to respond, and she seems scared by his tone and words too, “Ok, just stay where you are, and we’ll come to you as soon as we can get to the ground.”

“Good news, I found Lance, and he’s fine. His comm was broken, but he was on the edge of town.”

“Good. Shiro stay with Keith, and Pidge, you should take Lance and look for survivors.”

Shiro doesn’t respond, all of his attention is focused on Keith, who’s whimpering again. Shiro gently places a hand in his hair, away from the gash causing all of the blood.

“Shhh, it’s ok, buddy. You’re going to be alright, Otouto. I’m going to take care of you.”

Keith’s empty gaze settles on Shiro’s face, and while he continues shaking, he stops whimpering.

“That’s right, just keep breathing. You’re alright. I love you, Otouto. I love you so much, and you’re going to be fine.”

Keith’s breath hitches, and he coughs. His whole face screws up in pain, and he whimpers again. Shiro bites his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep the tears at bay. He leans closer, and starts rubbing circles on the back of Keith’s hand as he whispers more reassurances. Despite the fact that he never turned it off, the comm channel is dead quiet. He isn’t even aware that they’re still listening. By then, it’s just him and Keith, who has gone disturbingly quiet.

“Hey, Otouto. You gotta stay awake, ok?”

Shiro takes in a short breath, wondering if Keith can even hear him. Keith blinks slowly, broken gaze turning upwards. His eyes seem to follow something that Shiro can’t see, and he has more lucidity in his eyes than he has this entire time.

“Keith?”

“Shiro?” Keith whispers, his voice broken.

He doesn’t look at Shiro, and Shiro’s glad, because the tears finally fall down his face. He doesn’t let more than a few tears slip down his face.

I won’t cry until this is over.

Shiro gently cups Keith’s face in his hands.

“Shiro, we’re heading to your location right now,” Allura says, causing Shiro to jump.

“Yeah, ok. Just hurry up.”

It’s only a few minutes after that when Allura runs up. She doesn’t waste any time, just immediately very gently picks Keith up. He still lets out a breathless, pained gasp. She walks back to the Castle as quickly as she reasonably can with Shiro trailing behind her. He keeps a hold of Keith’s hand, pressing his thumb into the back of Keith’s hand to try to ground him. Allura sets him down on a bed once they get into the infirmary.

“I’m going to set his injuries to make sure that they heal properly in the pod. Just try to keep his attention. We want to make sure that he doesn’t go into shock, but we can’t drug him.”

Shiro nods, gripping Keith’s hand tighter. He tips Keith’s chin, pointing his face towards him. Allura starts with his knee. He doesn’t respond when she touches him, and doesn’t do anything other than shudder when she puts his knee back in place.

“Keith?”

Keith blinks, his eyes barely opening again. Shiro forces him to stay awake as Allura continues getting him prepped for the pod, but as soon as he’s in the pod, Shiro breaks down crying. Allura puts a hand on Shiro’s shoulder, but doesn’t say anything. Even though he knows now that Keith is going to be fine, he can’t get Keith’s blank eyes out of his head.

#angstober #no. 17 #shhh #voltron #keith kogane #takashi shirogane #angst #injury #whump writing #writing challenge #i'm so behind on posting #send help

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jessilynallendilla · 3 hours ago

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VOLTRON FIC REC

TITLE/LINK RATING COMPLETED-WORD-COUNT SERIES

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GALRA KEITH AND THE DADS OF MAMORA

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SHIRO

We Who Are About To Die T 5,024

Every night he names himself. Shiro. And every day the crowd screams his name in a voice like blood. Champion

Days Of Gladiator Love M 3,589

Turns out, there was a fair bit of merchandising involved with the Gladiator battles, especially with their more famous fighters. Apparently, this includes romance novels

Play Your Part T 2,549 SERIES

It's the right decision to step into Matt's place in the gladiator arena. But when he defeats Myzax, and refuses to kill him, he sets a couple things in motion by mistake. One of these mistakes, is catching Emperor Zarkon's attention.

Fractured T

What if Shiro’s time in captivity ended differently? What if he had been made into something other than just a gladiator? Two years after his initial capture alongside Dr. Holt and his son, Matt, Shiro returns. But, he doesn't return to Earth, and he’s not quite himself. Instead, he goes to Arus, acting as Zarkon’s inquisitor when four of the five Lions are activated. However, during a fight with the Paladins, Shiro receives a concussive blow to the head, which causes him to become amnesiac. Taking mercy on their enemy, the Paladins, along with Allura and Coran, take him in to nurse him back to health and try to get his memories back, as well as his will to fight.

Allowed To Be G 1,303

He’s not Shiro, and they all know it. He is someone though, and he gets a say in that.

Not Mine T 462 SERIES

Allura tries to communicate with Shiro, but he seems to have a lapse in memory...

Prince Of Memory T 20,169

Shiro escaped the gladiator arenas. Hundreds of others didn't; hundreds of others perished. But Shiro's memories contain more than just patrol routes and battle techniques—and there may yet be a way to bring at least a few of those lost prisoners home, even after death.

Shiro The Hero NR 1,160

What was wrong with him? It had been a simple performance! The crowd had loved him, cheered for him. So why did he feel like clawing his itching skin off? The stadium forced itself to the front of his mind. Brightly lit, full of noise and excitement. Not the first arena he had been popular in. His head gave a vicious pound. Hot tears leaked from his closed eyes, intermingling with the cold streams from the shower. The sobs were coming freely now. He was finally alone now. He didn't have to pretend to be fine anymore. He didn't have to act like he was okay with being displayed like a trophy. Like a toy. Like a slave.

Slip The Surly Bonds T 86,701

Tasked with finding and teaching fifty students with the potential to reach his caliber as a pilot, Shiro instead finds one who has the potential to surpass him. But first, he's got to get the scrawny delinquent to shape up and fly right.

Tried To Go To Heaven (But He Went The Other Way) NR 3,320

Human endurance is unmatched by any other creature on their planet. Shiro is no exception. OR In which Shiro loses an arm.

Lion Soul T 64,745 SERIES

Allura is one of the leaders of a nomadic pride of werelions. Shiro is the lone human in the pride, always out of place, unable to be a part of the culture he was raised in. Whatever he feels for Allura is irrelevant. He's no match for her, no matter how much he wishes he were. The pride is considering going on the offensive against the Hunters - humans who stalk and kill weres - rather than continuing to flee and hide. And Shiro has to decide if the only home he's ever known is really home, and, if it's not, what should he do about that? What can he do?

Consequences G 1,185

direct follow up to part of episode 5 from season 5.

Over And Overture M 14,531 SERIES

Since Shiro returned, something has been... off about him. But he deals with it, just like he's dealt with everything else. Until the problems begin to build.

Repetition In Practice T 1,800

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. The Blue Lion waits for her Paladin.

LOTOR

Adrenaline Rush M 164,634

Lotor is a pro stock biker, undefeated with his Sincline motorcycles. Allura is a rising star in the top fuel dragster circuit, taking up her father’s mantle after his fiery death during a race with quintessence-injected fuel. Allura knows racing can be lethal. But between competing against her father’s rival and once-friend, Zarkon, and dealing with his arrogant son Lotor, she barely has time to consider the types of danger she’s in.

The Blackest Sheep T

With Lotor's comet ship destroyed and his crew dead and gone, Lotor's been captured by the Voltron crew, and is suffering through injuries compromising to his form. He's at the mercy of Allura and the others, and slowly, secrets that were once hidden under lock and key come spilling out about his history, and more importantly, things crawling under his skin. Can Allura truly trust someone who's been hiding behind a mask their whole life, or will Allura's trust be broken the moment she lets him past her particle barrier? Or, will Lotor prove to be the blackest sheep of them all?

Quantum Entanglement M

Princess Allura of Altea didn’t die in VLD s8. Instead, in saving the multiverse, she became lost in it, crash-landing on an Earth different from the one she knows. She is found by the human Lotor Dalir, who mourns for a dead Allura Singh. But death is not so mysterious when one knows alchemy. And the realm of the dead, where both Allura Singh and Emperor Lotor reside, is not as far as it might seem.

The Second Law T

Allura discovers Shiro was not the only person Haggar cloned for insidious purposes. After a strategic battle, she finds the real Lotor imprisoned and barely clinging to life inside a Galra command ship. His existence brings to light an even greater conspiracy than Team Voltron could have imagined possible.

Rites Of Passage M 20,110

A story about Lotor's first captured Alliance ship. Told from his pov. Language warning, sex,violence and an unhealthy amount of the Crown Prince's famous ego.

Do We Torture The Captives, Or Eat The Birthday Cake? T 649

A tribute to my favorite line from 80's Voltron, in which Lotor tortures the captives by eating the cake in front of them

Perdu M 40,652

He did everything they'd asked of him. He had fought a war that had not been his to begin with because it was the right thing to do, because at the end of it all stood the promise of returning to his family. He was done. He wanted home. What he did not expect was for a man obviously just as lonely as him to join him on the journey. A man willing to listen, willing to understand. So many possible realities and so many ways that it could go wrong. Or maybe just right.

Gone With The Fallen Leaves M 51,577

The longer Lotor stays with the team, the more Shiro begins to dream of what seems to be his past. It makes his life even more complicated.

Temporary Accommodations T

Nothing lasts, is what he tells himself. Childhood, family, home, friends... all of it leaves or betrays you eventually. He doesn't see why Voltron would be any different, but it could be a safe haven for a while at least.

KLANCE KEITHXLANCE

Dirty Laundry

Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home

with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance’fake boyfriend'

Where People Go To Die M 48,805 SERIES

Lotor mistakenly believes that Lance, acting as a spy for the Galra, has killed Keith, and invites him to return to the Empire with him. Team Voltron uses this to their advantage. “You finally get to return to your real people, Blue Paladin. You no longer have to run around with those…scumbags? Is that a term they use on Earth to describe the lowest filth they can think of?” Recognition seemed to dawn on the Blue Paladin’s face. “Oh! Right—well, I’m…not quite finished with my mission,” the Paladin said, returning his bayard to his side. He bent down and yanked up the Red Paladin, “I, uh—have to get rid of him myself, you know? Make sure he’s really dead and all that. Put him somewhere where no one will find him and be able to revive him.”

Shadow Of The Past T

When Lance is thrown through time, he finds himself one year in the future, in place of the Lance that should be here. He finds his team to be remarkably familiar, yet distinctly different. They have more scars, a better grip on the whole saving the universe thing, and over a year’s worth of teamwork to bind them together. But the weirdest part? Keith seems to be a lot more touchy with him. Not that he’s complaining… much. The team must try and work out how to reverse the two Lance’s places and restore them to their original timelines. But despite the fact that they’re still his friends, Lance can’t help but feel a little out of place among a team that’s been through so much with a Lance that just isn’t him. And it doesn’t help that the team is on edge around him, refusing to tell him anything for fear of influencing and changing the past. Things get even more complicated when they have to rely on the team in the past to complete the switch, leaving Lance to little more than sit, wait, and attempt to fill in his future self’s shoes.

Ghost Of The Future T

When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place. This Lance is faster, stronger, and markedly more mature. Not only that, but he's distinctly more intuitive about his teammates and A LOT more touchy with Keith. The team must try and work out how to reverse the two Lance's places and restore them to their original timelines. Things only get more complicated when the Future Lance can't seem to remember where he was when the switch happened, and he refuses to reveal anything about his own time for fear of influencing the team's decisions.

The Enemy Of My Enemy EX

When Lance wakes up after ten thousand years with only his Princess and her assistant having survived the destruction of their entire civilization, he's at a loss. Even his long time dream of being one of the Paladin's of Voltron, a high honour, doesn't bring him much comfort. And to make matters worse, the Red Paladin turns out to be an enemy, one of the very kind who destroyed his home, and his family. In order to form Voltron though, Lance will have to learn to accept and trust Keith as a member of their team. To make matters even worse though? Keith is also pretty damned cute.

Language Barrier T 1,818

Lance isn't overly happily with his life right now, but he's thankful for the eye-candy he gets to share an elevator with every day. Too bad the gorgeous guy doesn't speak English...

Language Barrier On A People Carrier T 1,754

Keith speaks English just fine, but he still likes speaking Korean when he can. When he leaves work and takes the elevator down from the seventh floor he liked to talk to Shiro about what's for dinner in his mother tongue. Because of this it seems he's never spoken an English word in front of the dance instructor from the sixth floor that rides the elevator with him every day, leading the other to believe that there was such thing as a private conversation in an elevator.

Silver Tongued M 14,848

One way or another, His truth they will learn Although perhaps the message For them, incapable to discern

Follow My Lead M 117,792

Becoming “hook-up buddies” with Lance Sanchez was just supposed to be a small, insignificant fraction of Keith’s life. But of course, things don’t work out that way at all.

Antidote EX 121,880

Keith is stung by a bug that makes every moment he spends away from Lance physically excruciating. Lance just wants to help, but he knows that Keith doesn't like to be touched.

Calling Me To Come Back T 50,464 SERIES

Keith is a witch who owns a shop where he breaks curses on both magical items and people under spells. Love spells, family curses passed down generations, cursed heirlooms lurking the attic -- he can handle them all. But one day a boy named Lance walks into his shop, and his curse is darker and more difficult to break than anything Keith has ever seen before: the curse is draining his magic, and without his magic, Lance will die.

Shut Up And Dance With Me M 249.827

Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith. Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo. With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals... or they might crash and burn.

I Think I Know Enough Of Hate T SERIES

Some nights, Keith waits until he’s the last one in that section of the base, and he brings up the broadcast again, replays it over and over. He pauses it on Lance’s face and tries to look for the signs of how they grew older. He reaches out and his fingertips smudge the glass screen and he thinks they always did love you. You always knew how to make them love you.

Altea Rising T

When Shiro and Matt disappear without a trace, Keith seeks out the help of Matt's sister, Pidge—who, like him, suspects that something paranormal is afoot. A trail of clues leads them to a ghost town called Altea, where they meet ghost hunters Hunk and Lance. The group soon discovers they are paladins—they have the ability to walk between the physical and spirit worlds. An evil spirit named Zarkon is planning to invade the human world... and the only way to stop him, and to save Shiro and Matt in time, is to form an immensely powerful being called Voltron. But in order to do that, they'll need to find all five ghost lions—each located in one of the most haunted locations in the world.

A Smooth Sea Never Made A Skilled Sailor M 5,918

Keith is a captain in the Royal Navy. Lance is the son of a merchant sailor.

Reach Out For You (Break These Walls) T 9,139

Keith is trying to make himself smaller, to bury his head deeper in his knees, and Lance’s heart freezes in his chest. Anger dissipating like an exploded firework, Lance lets his hand fall limply to his side, mind blurring with static. When he tries to speak, nothing comes out but a choked noise, so he tries again. “Keith,” he breathes. “Keith I’m not going to hurt you.”

Audience Of One M 45,987 SERIES

Lance gets captured by the Galra and sent to a prison ship. Keith, raised Galra, visits Lance's cell, driven by the unshakable curiosity about the new prisoner who looks like him.

Other Reality, Same Love NR 39,302

After restoring all the realities, the remain paladins land in the incorrect reality, where alteans are the bad guys, there are mindless slaves, and some guys that look just like them that are part of a resistance against the alteans, so now they have to figure how to go back home and maybe help this reality to get free of the alteans. Or Keith have this massive crush on Lance, but he can't do anything about it (because Allura have just died) but he is stuck in this reality when he sees Leandro and Akira in love and happy, and can’t help want that.

Love Interest M 195,396 SERIES

Lance is getting his big American debut on a new T.V series called Voltron. He's excited and nervous about how amazingly talented and famous his cast members are. But most importantly Lance is anticipating meeting his character -Leandro's- love interest in the show. Who happens to played by the be mega famous, mega hot Keith Kogane. But due to a misunderstanding during their first encounter, Lance now thinks Keith is the biggest jerk alive. Keith now has to try and fix it, for the sake of the show, and also for the sake of their on screen romance, which may start venture off screen as well.

The Stars Are Shining Red And Blue T 1,620

Akira Kogane was known for five things in the Western Sector of the American Empire:-His eyes, a shining unnatural indigo that was no doubt the effect of layered mutations-His knife, sharp and with deadly accuracy, known to leave marks and often mistaken as a sword in some accounts of his escapades-His scar, running down his left cheek, story untold.-His hair, white as snow and obviously dyed, but iconic nonetheless. And his ruthless behavior, his inability to feel, to empathize, to understand when to stop. People feared him because he wasn’t afraid to cross boundaries, and that was just how he wanted it.

Chase It Down T 11,529

The helmet was taken off in one smooth pull and Leandro’s retort dried up on his tongue. Akira’s helmet hid….a lot. Like the shock of snow white hair that was half up, half curled around his shoulders as long, choppy bangs fell gently over his forehead. They almost obscured the annoyance that reflected in eyes the color of dusk from a rooftop and thick eyebrows furrowed, contorting an unfairly symmetrical face into a grimace that only further accentuated his handsome-scratch that-beautiful features. Leandro’s eyes, raked over the long tan scar that started from the bottom of Akira’s left cheek and ended just below his eye, an unnatural marker of some past struggle that shocked Leandro with such a powerful wave of familiarity, he could feel his body start to sway. Swords clanging in dim hallways, lips pressed to healing skin, fingers brushing hair back, ocean salt and wildfire, red and blue-The last thing saw before falling forward was Akira’s gorgeously angry expression quickly shift into one of concern as he ran forward to catch Leandro’s collapsing form.

Ride Or Die NR 6,377

“Let's get out of here while that dude’s still distracted with his stab wound, ” Akira grabbed Leandro’s arm hastily.

“You stabbed him?” he asked, genuinely shocked that Akira managed to land a hit on him. Akira nodded as he dragged Leandro to the back exit as quickly as he could.

Akira turned to face Leandro,“My motorcycle is parked in the alley next to the restaurant to the le--”

“Hold up! Go back like, 3 steps. You have a motorbike?” Leandro interrupted.

Akira raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, so?”

He shrugged, “That’s hot.”

Akira choked on air as blood rushed to his cheeks, “Okay, that's enough out of you, fugitive.”

Navigator G 37,712

"Have you felt unsafe on campus? Threatened? Afraid to walk around campus? We will walk with you!"

Trust The Love Experts: Relationship Advice From Keith Kogane G 23,170

Keith doesn’t consider himself a very romantic boy. He likes knives, the colour black and has never seen a rom-com in his life. But he’s going to need to be romantic because he’s hopelessly in love with his best friend, Lance McClain and he has finally worked up the nerve to ask him out. But after a disastrous attempt that only left him more friend-zoned than ever before. He's frustrated, pining, and desperately wants to kiss Lance’s face off. He’s further from being Lance’s boyfriend than ever, but luckily, he’s about to get a little help from an unlikely source: an article from Cosmopolitan magazine called, 10 Steps to Seduce Your Man!

Cinnamon Bagels And Peppermint Tea G 4,452 SERIES

Lance owns a cute marketplace bakery, and Shiro tries his damn best to make sure his delinquent brother knows about it. Alternative Title: Shiro is the ultimate wingman and Keith has a gay crisis

Handsome Stranger You Have Made Him Wonder T 32,875

When Lance wakes up on a flying castle with no memories, a crew of familiar strangers and a million questions he's determined to rediscover what he lost So what happens when his mysterious rival Keith returns to the castle they all call home? And why is Keith not acting the way Lance expected?

Speak For The Stars T 49,349

All Lance has ever wanted is to prove his worth. So, maybe it’s fitting that the Black Lion picked him right when Lotor betrayed them and Shiro’s clone went rogue. Right when the team was at its lowest and closest to failing. The desire for glory that Lance grew up with—that drove him to join the Garrison and pursue fighter class, that drove him into his one-sided rivalry with Keith, that drove him after Keith in the Sonoran Desert and into Blue’s cockpit and into space and into the war in the first place—it’s a relic of the past for him now. All he wants these days is to keep his friends alive and the Coalition afloat, and he tries his best, despite the pervasive fear that he isn’t the right person for this monumental task. Despite the growing certainty that Black picked the wrong guy. This fear will be put to the ultimate test when the mess that ensnares the team after the clone disaster turns out to be a labyrinth more winding than any of them were prepared for. Because Lance might just be the only person equipped to lead them through this maze and into the light.

SHEITH SHIRO/KEITH

The Mermaid Of Lake Altea M 24,367

The Mermaid of Lake Altea has been a story passed from camper to camper for almost ten years. It's the tale of a lonely young mermaid who gets rejected by her crush when they find out she has fins. When camp counselor Keith hears it, he becomes obsessed with uncovering the truth. While projecting his own loneliness on the mermaid, he also tries to uncover his handsome, co-counselor, Shiro. Keith has fallen hard and fast for him, but there's something mysterious about Shiro as well. What's his connection to the mermaid? Will Keith's quest for a mythical creature sabotage his quest to get with Shiro?

The Uncertain Hour M 268,839

Keith trudged from the room, his steps heavier, but still barely audible. He was easily half the weight of any full-grown Galra, and only a little over half the height. He had a speed and agility that rivaled Kolivan's best, but nowhere near the reserves. Kolivan had learned to respect that ferocity, but it did make missions exhausting. Of all the orders he'd given, had Keith ever followed one to the letter?

Old Wounds T 3,731

The team is having a conversation about scars and Lance decides to ask how Shiro how he got his scar. They were all expecting some wild tale of a vicious gladiator fight, or something heroic of the sort. They weren't expecting it to have been because of a muzzle.

A Difference In Morality T 1,995

Shiro was the captain of the very first mission out to Kerberos, a science expedition that's doubling as a live training exercise for a promising year of cadets from the Garrison. When they're taken by the Galra, divided up to work as slaves or fight in the arena, he lets others be sacrificed first, as he watches and picks out exactly what weakness the gladiator there has. After all, he has to make a memorable first impression.

Thrill Of The Night M 1,560

Drinking blood from arteries was always a messy and dangerous situation. The pressure would make the blood squirt, running not only to the vampire’s mouth, but also through the victim’s neck. So much blood that there was a great possibility of exsanguinating the victim. And yet, Shiro just couldn’t help himself. At least, not when he was feeding on Keith.

Wisdom Cries M 2,458

Keith has been distant from Shiro ever since Shiro returned to the team a second time. The loneliness and unexplained coldness from the one who once supported him the most has left Shiro at the end of his rope.

Don’t Say His Name T 1,057 SERIES

“How? When?”

“I don’t know,” Keith says. His voice wobbles slightly, but he clears his throat in an attempt to hide it. It works, for the most part. “I just thought you didn’t feel right.”

“Right,” Kuron mutters. He stares into his mug of steaming Altean tea, feeling incredibly nauseous as the sickly sweet scent wafts up to his nose. “Of course I didn’t.”

Closing In On You G 7,899

Shiro wants coffee, Keith just wants to go home — they meet in the middle.

Just A Kid I Once Knew M 2,612 SERIES

Keith still can't believe that Shiro is here, even if he's still unconscious. When they had told him that the Kerberos mission had failed he had thought he would have never seen Shiro again. He's so happy. Then Shiro wakes up and the first thing he says is "Yes, Master".

Lay Your Weapons Down M

Following in the footsteps of the mother who raised him, Keith joins the Blade of Marmora as soon as he comes of age. But on his first mission, he is captured by the Galra, who decide to put his fighting spirit to use. Months after being taken from Kerberos, just as he is starting to earn the title 'Champion', Shiro is shocked to find himself facing down a boy who looks like he is human in the gladiator pits.

Between The Shadow And The Soul EX 161,623 SERIES

The most terrifying things in the desert were the men. Of this, Keith had no doubt. Until Keith found him.

Your Sharp And Glorious Thorn T 38,300

To end the war they inherited, Keith marries the King he lead an army against.

Where The Light Doesn't Reach M 229,972 SERIES

Football Captain Takashi Shirogane always looked like he had a charmed life. A full ride scholarship to a top university, worshipping fans wherever he turned, never wanting for a single thing. Keith’s never needed to have anything to do with him. Keith has his own problems, his own friends, his art. They’re from two different worlds. But one day, Shiro doesn’t come home. One day, there’s blood all over the streets but no body. And it’s Keith, and only Keith, who can see Shiro, shirt splattered with blood, panicking through a hallway of people who ignore and pass right through him. It’s only Keith who can see his ghost. And it’s only Keith who can help him find who did it.

MISC

We Go Forward G 4,076

A visit to the Castle of Lions leaves Keith with a lot to think about regarding his place on the team. Or, his lack thereof.

Finding Home G 34,969 SERIES

Shiro is nowhere to be found, but the paladins aren't going to give up on finding him. Problem is, the galaxy is a big place to find one person. Shiro isn't sure exactly where he is, but he's determined to find his way back. But the road home is longer when one doesn't know where it is.

Dear Little One G

The paladins hadn't been expecting to find the baby Allura hadn't been expecting their reaction to it

The Prince M

10,000 years ago, Prince Lotor died and it changed the course of the universe. Now, the chance for him to return drives Emperor Zarkon and Druid Haggar to risk everything--even the Empire itself--to have their son back.

Keeping The Secret T 10,008

Lance is trying his hardest to keep his identity a secret from his space family, which gets more difficult when devices can read your entire anatomy and people overhear conversations behind closed doors.

Sweet Poison G

“The Blue Lion was hidden on my planet – Earth – and led us to the Castle of Lions,” Shiro explains. “Princess Allura was put into cryosleep by King Alfor – she showed us how to find our lions and form Voltron. We’ve been fighting Zarkon together for the past three years.”

“Zarkon is dead.”

It’s the third who speaks up, and Shiro freezes at their voice. It can’t be – and yet, as she steps in the light, it is. Allura stares coolly down at him, her eyes hard as ice chips. There is no warmth there, no fondness or love. She’s not his Allura, he knows instinctively

When It Was Too Much But You Were Enough T 4,493

Keith just wants a break, but finds much more. He's probably going to die. Takashi Shirogane just wants Keith to have a home. The Holts haven't seen a human in years. Lance's life is in constant danger. Hunk's new friend is a little strange.

Golden Madness EX

The war started with her death. The war started as a means of getting revenge for a beloved wife and mother. The war started because Altea killed one of their own for loving a Galra. After Shiro's disappearance in "Blackout," the shattered remains of the Voltron Paladins must come to terms with the fact that the former Paladins did exist, and it is their responsibility to deal with their repercussions. Some more so than others. In addition to that, the team struggles with adjusting to new roles and feelings of abandonment as a result of their leader's disappearance. But they're not the only ones. Prince Lotor, after being saved from the stomach a Weblum, has come home to see his beloved father is critical condition and their empire in shambles. He takes up his father's mantle and vows death to those who threaten of his people. Death in his dear mother's name.

K31T4 T 38,669

The Galra and Earth have teamed up to defeat an enemy which they call, Alteans. As a reward, Shiro and his team are rewarded with the first service Droid, K31T4. But something about this Droid seems off to the team and there are more lies than truths when it comes to the Galra Empire.

The Empress's Tears T

The paladins end up in the Altean Empire reality again, but this time they've also gone back in time and Keith makes a big discovery.

At The End Of The Road With You EX

Incident One started the zombie outbreak two years ago. Now most only survive thanks to organized groups like The Garrison. Lance, Pidge, and Hunk are members of the Echo Scouting and Scavenging Team. They find themselves out on the far outer regions when they come across a survivor from another team that they were lead to believe were killed. This discovery leads to a new horrifying truth and the team has to find another way to survive in this cruel undead world.

Beacon NR

An emergency mission to answer a distress call wasn’t unusual. The urgency in Allura’s voice wasn’t necessarily unusual, either—she was very much of the mind that Voltron was obligated to answer every single distress call brought to their attention. Being the defender of the known universe came with a certain number of responsibilities, after all. But seeing the pinched, pale look on both Allura and Coran’s faces when they converged on the bridge was unusual. "The universe is vast even in terms of those planets still yet beyond the grips of the Galra. But…. the distress call came from the Terra Firma Quadrant.” Earth.

The Price Of Victory T SERIES

As a Galran Prince, Commander and Druid Acolyte, in an Empire steeped in magic, violence, deception and betrayal, Lotor is conversely one of the most powerful yet powerless beings in the universe. The simple act of rescuing a single human slave has far-reaching consequences that shatter all preconceptions and restores hope. But when Lotor has finally achieved his wildest dreams and the universe is at peace, the pillar he has built his life around is cruelly snatched from his side. Now, in an unlikely alliance with the Red Paladin, the two seek to regain all they have lost. If anyone had ever told Matt Holt that he’d become not only an alien abductee, but a modern day Helen of Troy, that his face would one day launch a thousand ships, with an alien Prince leading the massive armada, he’d have asked to analyze whatever drugs they were using for his biochemistry thesis. But that was before he was made a slave, before the enigmatic Prince Lotor rescued him and became Emperor, before four of the Paladins of Voltron were betrayed and imprisoned, and Lotor and Keith came to save them. All Matt had wanted was to be reunited with his family, to finally go home, but now the Earth is threatened with annihilation because of it

Stealing Our Own Place In The Sun M

Keith struggles to come to grips with being the Black Paladin, Shiro's acting weird, Lance's insecurities deepen as his heritage comes into question, Hunk finds it harder and harder to play peacemaker, Pidge carries on the search for her father and brother, and Allura's determined to see this whole saving the universe thing through. With allies who should be enemies and enemies who should be allies, and a path that's never completely clear, the Paladins learn to put their faith in each other if they're gonna do this right.

Stay Of Execution T 2,875

When the Altean Empire rose to power, Empress Allura converted the Galran Royal Guard into her personal hit squad. The Altean Court treated them as little more than attack dogs, keeping them in line with threats of the hoktril. When there's an attack on the Empress's life, and the culprit gets away, Thace and Ulaz are sent after the rebel. In the process, their loyalties to the Altean Empire are tested.

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"You will allow yourself and Champion to be captured," Haggar told the Commander. "They will eventually trust it again. I will spy on the paladins through

it's mind, and when I deem an attack is ready, I will reactivate Champion's Galra programming and it will free you. Together, we shall take down Voltron,

once and for all."

Sendak bared his teeth. "It shall be done, High Priestess." He put a hand to his chest. "Vrepit Sa."

Once he was dismissed, Sendak returned to his control room. "Bring the Champion to me," he ordered a guard, who hastened to obey. The slave had been put

through 3 quintents of punishment, all supervised by Sendak himself. He never got tired of hurting the scum. The Champion's screams were music to his ears.

There was no other sound he enjoyed quite like the worm's tortured wails.

The guard returned 10 dobashes later with Champion. The slave was still shirtless, bruised, and littered with cuts and wounds. The guard threw him down to

the steel floor, where he landed hard on his face. The impact jolted all the injuries and the whip wounds covering his back. The slave groaned. "Get up,"

Sendak ordered, voice cold and unyielding. The Champion shifted then slowly pushed himself to his hands and knees where he knelt with his head bowed.

"Your failure is unaccepted. You will not be receiving any treatment for your punishment. Your pathetic and weak body will heal itself and bear the marks

of your incompetence." Champion didn't respond, but his head bowed a little lower. "Once you are deemed fit, you will face the Paladins of Voltron again,

and this time, YOU WILL KILL them. If you are inadequate again, I will personally beat you down until you are within an inch of your life and heal you to

do it again and again until I feel like stopping." Champion began to quiver in fear at the promising threat. "Take this worthless scum back to it's cell."

The Galran soldier hauled Champion to his feet again and shoved him towards the door and put a blaster to the back of his head. Sendak saw the slave flinch

but otherwise it didn't respond and was moved out his control room.

It was 5 quintents later when Champion was brought before him again, this time dressed in uniform with it's muzzle on. He bowed his head as Sendak approached.

The Commander grabbed the slave by it's chin and jerked it up so that it was forced to meet his cold gaze. "You will not fail again," he ordered, then shoved

the thing's head back into it's chest. Champion didn't move again as the ship was prepared to take them to Daxus-5 where a trap for the paladins was set.

Sendak wasn't looking forward to put into cryofreeze but when he woke, the Paladins of Voltron would be defeated and he would take the Champion back to the

main fleet and deliver on it's punishment. A little time tucked away was worth the victory and pain he would get to inflict. Once the ship was ready to leave

Sendak ordered a soldier to take Champion to the brig where it would wait until battle.

The trip was short in their battle cruiser. Sendak ordered serveral platoons of soldiers down to the rebelling planet to reinstore order. The efforts would

mean nothing when Voltron arrived but the looming fight had to appear convincing. Once the soldiers were deployed and on the ground moving, Sendak turned to

Champion and pulled out a holo console and flicked it on. The Champion raised it's gaze as a face appeared. It was the rebel leading the resistence. The

scum that dared to defy the empire would lose it's life today, even if Voltron liberated the planet. Sendak was taking as many of the worms down as he

could. "This is your kill today. Kill any and all rebels you see." He flicked the hologram off again and stepped aside. "I will escort you and you will

protect me from any harm with brute force. Move." Champion obeyed immediately and stepped down the ship, activating his hand. Immediately the slave locked

onto the rebels amongst the fire fight and began to slaughter them all. Sendak grinned at the display of violence and inhaled as the stench of blood filled

the air. He was born and bred for war-and Champion was the perfect soldier to command.

They got through most of the city and had killed hundreds of rebel fighters by the time the Voltron wormhole appeared in the sky. Sendak grinned. They were

almost on top of the rebel leader and the lions would never make it in time to prevent Champion from completing his mission. His soldiers and Champion had

managed to take back the city, although the victory would be short lived now that the paladins had arrived. None of the lives lost mattered, but the streets

ran hundreds of different colors and were littered with bodies and limbs. They reached the main compound where Champion began to cut a hole in the metal

with his hand while Sendak and his soldiers covered the little remaining resistence fire from the rebels. Once the door was sliced through, Champion kicked

it in and stepped inside with Sendak right behind him. Champion threw up his arm to block the initial blasts but quickly weaved his way through them to take

out the gunners. Sendak enjoyed crushing a few of the rebels with his druid arm. There were only a few rebels left in the compound by the time the rebel

leader stepped forward.

"Surrender,"Sendak ordered, voice cold. The rebel glared at him but then glanced at the remaining troops.

"Voltron is here, you'll never win," the rebel shot back.

"I've already won. The streets are slick with your forces blood. Whether or not Voltron takes back this pathetic city on this pathetic planet matters not to

me." The rebel didn't reply, but Sendak could tell the loss of so many soldiers weighed him. Sendak looked at the Champion. "Kill him."

The worm looked at Champion's fast approaching form with alarm. The few remaining fighters began to fire at him but were quickly taken out by the throwing

knives hidden in the slave's uniform. Purple eyes returned to his mission. Champion stalked forward and grabbed the rebel leader with his metal arm, slicked

with blood, and began to strangle him. "Your-a...monster," the leader rasped. Champion didn't respond but pointedly crushed his neck. The rebels eyes went

blank and rolled to the back of his head. The slave dropped his body onto the bloody floor.

"NO!" someone shouted from behind them. Sendak turned to see the full force and fury of the Voltron Paladins approaching fast. The Champion stepped between

the oncoming fire and himself, arm raised to block the blasts until he could get close enough to attack in full force. Much to his surprise, the fire ceased

as soon as the slave put itself in the way. Champion took advantage of the situation and charged lightening fast at the paladins. "Do not kill yet," he

barked in Galran. That earned him a confused look but the slave obeyed anyway and swiftly began to disarm and injure them. The paladins aimed most of their

efforts at him, which in turn drew Champion away from their attempts to stop him to protect as it had been ordered to. Eventually the other team caught on

to what was happening and instead tried to neutralize the slave. Sendak knew not to kill them but he would enjoy maiming them anyway. Their flesh was so soft

and easily cut through. Champion was the same race as the paladins and he knew from personal experience how fragile their bodies really were.

Somewhere above them, a shot was fired and hit Champion square in the neck. Much to his surprise, the slave didn't drop dead. Instead, it put his hand up to

it's neck slowly and pulled a small device from it's flesh that had a needle attached to it. Champion threw one last look at Sendak before falling to the

floor unconscious. The Commander hid his grin. Everything was going according to plan.

"Surrender!" the paladin dressed in black barked, weapon drawn into a blaster pointed straight at his chest. When he didn't move, the green and paladins

released their weapon lines to wrap around him. He growled as electrcity burned him and ultimately lost the fight of consciousness. His last thoughts

were about how much he looking forward to waking up again.

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Once Sendak was down, Keith rushed to where Shiro had fallen. There were no visible injuries but his uniform was covered in blood, and it wasn't his blood.

The blood coating him was a mixture of several different races, all rebels. He closed his eyes at the sight. It wasn't fair that he had been forced to do

that and it made him furious. "Lance, Hunk, you and I will get Shiro out of here," Keith ordered. The yellow and blue paladin rushed forward. "Allura, get

Sendak onto the ship and into cryofreeze immediately. We don't know how long it will be before he wakes up. Pidge, keep us covered." The green paladin nodded.

Allura adjusted her size so that she could carry the Galran but she didn't do so gracefully. She put him over her back like a sack of potatoes with an angry

look on her face. When they got back to their lions, Keith had Shiro placed with him in Black. He carefully removed the mask from his old mentors face and

grimaced at the trail of blood leaking down both sides of his head from the cut. When it healed, there would definently be a scar.

Once they were back on the castle, Sendak was brought to the brig and placed in cryostasis and Shiro was brought to the infirmary. "I don't think putting him

into a pod is a good idea," Coran told him when he demanded it to be done right away. "When he wakes up, there won't be any way to stop him from trying to

kill us all again."

"Wouldn't the pod make whatever is wrong with him go away?"

"Negative Number 2," the old Altean replied, stroking his mustache in thought. "I doubt whatever is making him want to kill everyone is an injury of some

sort that the pod would be able to heal. It's not what they were made for."

"Can't we try ANYTHING?" Keith growled. "What if he is injured? Can't you just sedate him so when he wakes up he won't be able to kill anyone and we can

move him some place safer until we figure out what's going on?"

"Negative again, I'm afraid," Coran told him sympathetically. "The Altean pod would just cleanse his body of any drugs in his system."

"Maybe that's what's wrong with him! We have to at least try!" Keith was shouting at this point.

Lance stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder. "Keith, we'll figure this out. Coran knows more about this stuff than we do so I say we trust him."

Keith looked around the room at each of the team's faces. They all looked grim but Pidge looked the saddest of them all. Matt had told them what Shiro had

done for him and Shiro had known her family personally for years. She was probably feeling his loss as well.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Fine," he said though he made it obvious he didn't like the decision. "What do we do?"

"Well for starters we should strip him of any weapons he might be carrying and remove this nasty harness." Coran eyed the offending piece of uniform with

disgust.

"Alright. Lance, you stay with Coran and I and we'll get any weapons removed. The rest of you should go get some rest." No one looked like they wanted to

leave the room. "You all did a good job today, but you'll need to be rested and ready to help when he wakes up. So please, go and rest."

The team only hesitated one more time before filing out of the infirmary. Once they were gone, Lance removed his hand from his shoulder. "It's going to be

okay," the blue paladin told him.

He let out a shaky sigh and nodded. "Let's get this over with."

The first thing they did was remove the harness. It had 4 thin razor sharp knives in the straps and hidden in a pocket in the back was small blaster. They

combed Shiro's still body and found 3 more blasters and 16 more knives hidden in the tight leather uniform. They removed the gloves and the gauntlet on his

left arm that hid a knife under the leather strap that Shiro could have pushed and swung with. Lastly, they removed a metal collar from his neck that made

Keith see red. Once his body was stripped of all it's threats, Coran placed a cuff around Shiro's arm that prohibited it from activating into a weapon and

could only be released by an Altean. Then they washed all the blood off of him and applied healing ointment to the bloody cut across his face.

Keith had Hunk and Pidge set up a cell with a mattress and pillow. Keith wasn't comfortable with Shiro having sheets or a blanket yet. He didn't know what

the Galra had programmed him to do if he got captured and didn't want the man to hurt himself. Coran set him gently on the bed and stepped back outside of

the cell. Allura stepped forward to lock it. A light blue force field raised to seperate the team from Shiro. Now all they could do is wait for him to wake

up.

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Champion stirred. His head felt heavy and moving felt almost impossible to do. I've been drugged, he realized and let out a soft moan. What had happened?

The last thing he remembered was fighting the paladins and then he'd just gone unconscious. His eyes flew open in alarm. He'd failed. He was probably on

Sendak's ship right now on his way back to the main fleet. He let out a whimper of fear and rolled onto his side. Immediately he regretted it as his head

swam and his empty stomach roiled. He couldn't even the remember the last time he had eaten. It was going to be a long time until he did again.

He heard movement nearby and hushed voices. Slowly he pushed himself up, using his metal arm to support most his weight and opened his eyes to see any

threat. His heart stopped. He wasn't in a Galra prison cell. He was sitting up on a mattress with a damn pillow. He only had seen these things, never felt

one or allowed any comfort. The sight was jarring and he was on his feet backpeddaling away from it until he hit the wall.

"Shiro?" he heard.

His attention snapped to the source of noise. Behind a blue force field, the five paladins of Voltron stood watching him. Immediately his programming kicked

in. "Kill the paladins," had been his last order and he moved to obey the command. Ignoring his swimming head he rushed forward and threw his metal fist into

the blue barrier. The people on the other side jumped back in alarm. He growled when it didn't break and hit it over and over, snarling. When breaking it

with just his fist didn't work, he lit his arm to inflict more damage. Only it didn't light. He looked at his metal appendage, confused, until he saw a

metal cuff around his bicep. An inhibitor cuff, he realized. He immediately began to slam himself against the wall to break the cuff off. It hurt but he had

a mission to complete and it could not be completed without the cuff removed. He felt his shoulder dislocate and heard the sickening pop but continued to

slam himself regardless, letting out a pained shout.

"Shiro!" he heard again.

"Someone stop him! He's hurting himself!"

When he heard the barrier raise he snarled and moved forward to escape to finish his mission. A woman with white hair stepped into the cell with him and the

barrier slid closed. He growled in frustration but moved forward to kill her anyway. One paladin down, 4 more to go, he thought as he charged and tackled

her to the floor. He raised his metal fist to pound into her face but was stopped quickly by a strong grip. It jarred his wounded shoulder, elcitating a

pained shout.

"Stop it," she ordered, voice sharp. "You're only hurting yourself."

Champion ignored her. "Obey, obey, obey!" his mind screamed. He fought her with every scrap of violence and willpower he had. She pinned him against the

wall where he kicked and snarled at her.

"Stop! I don't want to hurt you furter!"

At some point he had bit his tongue, so he spat a moutful of crimson into her face. She flinched away, shocked. He watched the woman struggle to regain her

cool but somehow she managed. "Stop hurting yourself," she commanded, voice sharp like his Master's. He only glared at her and growled again. She didn't own

or command him. The woman let go of one wrist and put her hand to his head. He gasped as he felt magic penetrate his mind. His eyes slammed shut and he

tensed, expecting it to hurt. When it didn't he still remained frozen in place, terrified anyway. He felt her poking around his mind. Everything he knew

was shielded. Haggar had seen to that. He didn't even have access to it unless she decided to remove the barrier and sift through his memories and thoughts

herself. The magic was dark and strong. This woman's magic was weak and he could tell she wasn't that well practiced. He began to laugh at her attempts.

Her eyes opened in alarm at the sound but he kept at it anyway. "You're weak," he told her. It was the first thing he had said out of place since he had

learned not to but there was no punishment waiting for him here.

"No. You are," she shot back.

His laugher died off and was quickly replaced by a snarl. "I'll kill you. I'll kill all of you," he promised.

"You will not," she replied calmly. He didn't bother with a response only spat the remaining blood from his mouth at her feet and glared as she continued to

pry.

Once the woman was done digging she forced him to face the wall and quickly popped his arm back into his socket. He inhaled sharply as the pain blossomed

through his limb. "Are you done?" the red paladin asked, voice steely. He didn't reply. He had his orders and he would obey. She stepped away from him.

"Shiro, please," he heard someone say from outside the barrier. His gaze flicked towards the paladin who was speaking. It was the black one. The paladin

looked broken and desperate. It made him want to laugh but he knew better. He had already risked a lot by speaking out of place. Once he was returned to

Haggar she would sift through his memories again, like always. If she saw he had said ANYTHING, the punishment would be severe. His words were harmless

but he was never to speak to anyone unless ordered to. The command heavily implied on his enemies as well. The paladin flinched slightly when he caught his

eyes. "Do you know who I am?"

No. He did not. It was such an absurd question he wanted to pummel the idiot's face in just for asking it. Instead, he didn't reply. Somehow his lack of

response made the paladin look even sadder. "Coran, let me out," the red paladin ordered. The older, pointy eared man stepped forward and lifted the barrier.

He didn't move to escape again but he did begin to stalk, eager to finish his mission. Once the paladin was out he glared at them all. Every single one of

them looked stricken and sad. He didn't like being looked at like that so he rushed forward again and began to hit the barrier, screaming in fury. They all

jumped away. All of them except the Black Paladin. "I think we've seen enough here," the older man said and began to usher paladins away. He stopped

pounding when they disappeared from view. Only the leader stayed. He glared at the man. "It's okay Shiro. We're going to fix this." Champion didn't offer

any reply again. They shared one last look before the paladin took his leave.

He stared at the blue force field. His punishment for this would be worse than what Sendak had promised. Haggar herself would want to punish him for being

captured. Champion closed his eyes and hated himself for wanting to stay here. He was terrified of what would happen when he got back. He sat down against

the wall across from the bed and leaned his head back to look at the cieling. The time would come when he could escape. He just had to wait.

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"There is Altean magic binding his mind," Allura shared, voice grim. "I know not how this can be. Coran and I are the last Alteans alive. The magic is

extremely dark and ancient. Only the Alteans of old would know this alchemy."

"So what can we do?" Keith asked.

"My knowledge does not include dark magicks," she told him. "And I don't have a way to undo what's holding his mind. I don't know how to do it."

"This is King Alfor's ship," Coran started, stepping forward. "I'm sure there's something locked away in the castle that can help you understand what is

happening."

"Is he going to be okay?" Hunk asked. He sounded scared. They all were. Shiro was a Galaxy Garrison legend, a mentor, and a friend. It hurt all of them to

see him this way.

"He's going to be fine," Keith replied, voice strong. "We'll figure this out. In the meantime, at least he's safe."

"Affirmative. We have cameras on him at all times and the Altean prohibitor cuff has alarms built into it if anything happens." Coran swiped the air

and pulled up the footage of Shiro. He was sitting across from the bed against the wall. His legs were pulled up and his head hung low between them.

"Well, at least he's okay," Lance offered grimly.

"We'll figure this out," Keith said again.

Pidge turned abruptly and swiftly made her way off the bridge.

"Pidge! Where are you going?" Hunk called.

"Shiro's in this mess because he saved my brother," she replied, not turning back to face them. "I'm going to fix this." The door slid shut behind her.

"I'm going to go help her," Hunk told them before following after the angry teen.

"I'm going to try and talk to him." He moved to follow the other paladins.

Lance put an arm out to stop him. "No. You need to get some rest."

"I don't need any rest!" Keith tried to push past him but Lance stepped in the way. "Get out of my way, Lance!" he shouted.

"You need to rest and he needs time to chill out," the blue paladin argued. "You can take him supper, but you should wait until then. He doesn't remember

you. You can't make him."

Keith growled but Lance had a point. He just wanted to go down there and try to jog Shiro's memory. Maybe he didn't even have any anymore. The thought felt

like a punch to his gut. "Fine. I'll wait until supper." He tried to leave again and this time Lance let him.

Keith did not rest. He went to the training deck and tried to release all his rage into the gladiator. It helped but his heart was still heavy and sad.

Finding out Matt and Sam were alive and an active part of a rebellion against and ancient evil alien race had been a shock. Keith always knew that Shiro

wouldn't make a pilot error. He was the best of the best and trained hard for the mission. He always figured his old mentor was alive and out there somewhere

but he ultimately chalked it up to hope because where would Shiro realistically be? None of their current situation was realistic. They flew magical lions

that formed a robot in space. Humanity had barely touched the outer solar system. They didn't have the technology to go any further. So when the Blue Lion

had transported them to the other side of the universe, a little bit of an old hope reserfaced. Finding Matt and Sam had made his heart soar. Up until

they told him what had happend to Shiro.

"I was sent off to a work camp that the Galra used scientists to create technology for them," Sam had told him once they had all found a time to catch up

and talk. "Matt and Shiro were left behind in the prisons."

"They made the prisoners fit to fight compete in the gladiator rings," Matt shared. "It was like Ancient Rome in space. We were only really phyisically fit

to die. Shiro won every fight and when he wouldn't kill anybody..." His voice trailed off. Keith knew what he meant. His old mentor paid for it. "I tried

to take care of him. One day all of us were rounded up to face the Champion, Myzax."

"We've met," Keith shared. "Haggar sent a robeast with his quintessence."

"Then you know how brutal Myzax's slaughters were," Matt told him, voice grave. "I was the first to fight. I was terrified. It was my first time in the ring

and I was there to die. We all were. I told Shiro I was afraid. Next thing I knew, he shoved me into the ground and tackled the sentry. He yelled it was his

fight and injured my leg enough that I would be sent away to the work camps. I didn't realize what was happening until he was hovering over me, angry, then

told me to take care of my father." Matt looked away. "Shiro won that day. I remember watching and I was so terrified he wasn't going to make it. He got

thrown around pretty bad in there, but you know how he is. He used all that tactical training and applied it to the fight. He learned the weak spot and

defeated Myzax. That day he was named Champion."

Keith didn't know what to say. "Did...did he survive?"

"Yes. At least I knew he did for a while," Matt continued. "A lot of prisoners arrived because of injuries from Champion. They didn't want to talk about him

much. One day prisoners quit coming and whispers of a new Champion went around. I assume he died in the arena."

Most of any hope he'd had had gone away. Finding Shiro alive, even if his gaze was purple and he didn't remember anything, was a relief. Team Voltron could

fix this. Keith was afraid of what Shiro would think of himself once he woke up.

He commed Matt and let him know that they had found Shiro alive. "I think you better come here for an explanation." Shiro had murdered hundreds of rebels

and brought entire worlds to their knees for the Galra.

"I'll be there in 3 vargas."

Good. Right after supper. Keith was in the kitchen immediately at scheduled meal time. He ignored Hunk's suggestion to eat first and hurried down to the

cell they had set up for Shiro. It pained him to see a wall between them.

"Hey," Keith greeted. Shiro didn't acknowledge him. He swallowed a wave of emotion. "I brought some food. Figured you were hungry."

Shiro raised his head but didn't look at him or say anything. Keith opened the slot for meals and pushed it through. He saw Shiro eye the tray. His heart

beat a little faster when the other man stood to collect it. He watched Shiro carefully.

For a moment it seemed like his old friend was actually going to eat, but became quickly alarmed when he swung lightening fast and threw the food at him

against the barrier. He took a step back. Immediately, Shiro bent the metal tray with his Galra arm and began to stab at the Altean cuff. "Shiro! Stop!"

Keith called in alarm when the other man missed the cuff and sunk the metal into his remaining muscle. Shiro just pulled it out and swung again.

Keith hit the alarm. "Allura! I need you down here now!"

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Matt stared at the screen, chewing his fingernail and tapping his foot. "That can't be him," the man finally said, straigtening. "There's no way."

"It is, Matt," Keith replied, voice quiet. "Trust me. I would know."

Matt put his hands on his hips and looked down at his feet. "What am I supposed to do with this information?" he snapped. "Shiro's killed hundreds of rebels.

They want his head!"

"He didn't have a choice," Keith shot back. "You know he would never do that."

Matt shook his head. "I honestly don't know what to do Keith. Even if we fix him he'd never be trusted or welcomed by the rebellion. He's already sentenced

to execution if he's caught. And that was before I knew it was Shiro. There isn't anything I can do to protect him."

"I'm not asking you to do anything," Keith told him softly. "I just thought you'd want to know."

Matt shook head head again and bit his nail as he stared at the screen. "Can I see him?" he asked, voice small.

"Of course. But Matt," Keith called softly. "He's not going to remember you."

Matt tapped his foot hard again and looked at the screen. When he tore his gaze away, he was wiping tears from his eyes. "Alright. I understand. Let me see

him."

Keith led him throught he castle down to where Shiro was being kept. Matt followed close behind until the rounded on where Shiro was being kept. Shiro was

still in his assassin armor, minus the harness and the muzzle. He heard Matt inhale sharply in recognition. As always, Shiro ignored his visitors. Matt

stepped forward. "Hey Shiro," he called softly, voice trembling. Their old friend turned his gaze to them, although there was no recognition in his purple

eyes. Matt looked stricken at the colors. Shiro's gaze was blank like it always was unless he was lashing out. "I haven't seen you in a while. How you

holding up?"

A flicker of annoyance crossed the other man's features before resettling on the blank stare. "Who the hell is Shiro?" he snapped back.

This time, Keith looked as stricken as Matt. "I know you don't remember us, but we're going to help you to. I'm here for you buddy."

Shiro looked annoyed again but he turned away from them and didn't respond. "Can you believe we're out here in space? Crazy right. The Garrison never trained

us for this madness. Who would have thought?" He was ignored again. Matt sighed. "Look, I know you don't remember me, but I miss you and-"

Matt yelped in alarm when Shiro stood so fast they both didn't have time to process the movement before he was slamming his fist into the barrier again.

"I don't know you!" the other man shouted between hits. He began to throw his entire body up against the force field. It flickered slightly. Shiro's eyes

widened as Matt and Keith looked at each other, alarmed. Shiro snarled and began to throw himself into the energy seperating them in earnest. "I'll kill

you!" he promised, just like before. "I'll kill you all!" The force field didn't flicker again so Shiro pulled back and began to hit it with his metal fist,

snarling and watching them with murderous purple eyes.

"Let's go Matt," Keith said, pulling a frozen grief-stricken Matt away. Shiro let up as the rebel fighter began to move. He paced impatiently before hitting

his fist one last time before they disappeared around the corner.

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Matt had gone off on his own for an hour after the failed visit with Shiro. Keith was afraid he would contact the rebellion but when the man found him later

with eyes swollen and red from crying, his mind was put at ease about the matter.

"This is all my fault," the man bawled. "It's my fault! If I had just gone and fought then he wouldn't be like this. He wouldn't have gotten the extra

attention."

"That's not true, Matt," Keith consoled. "You would have died and Shiro would have had to fight anyway. Like you said, he put his skills to good use."

"We need to show the rebels what is happening," Matt said, ignoring him. "They have to see it wasn't his fault."

"Matt, I don't think that will do any good. They aren't going to care about why he killed so many of their own. He still did it. I was ready to take him

out myself before I found out who he was, and I bet you were too." Matt didn't deny it. "Shiro is OUR friend. That's what a spared him. Our sentiment

won't mean anything to them."

Matt sniffled and wiped his eyes again. "You're right," he agreed, voice hoarse. "So what do we do?"

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raziroo · 4 years ago

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Cotton Candy

Pairing: Lotor x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Saying "Shit" twice

Word count: 2,076 (yay) (also, I edited this, I still need to update the word count)

Author’s Note: I'm crap at writing dialogues, and this is my first time writing for a gay couple. I'm so sorry if it seems forced or unnatural or shitty. Don't be afraid to call me out.

Story Moodboard!

It’s with a grunt of effort that I manage to lift the carton containing the cotton-candy-maker.

‘Here, dad,’ I say as my dad takes the box from my hands. ‘That’s all?’

‘Yep, that’s all of it. We’ll conquer this carnival with our delicious cotton candy,’ I nod, doing jazz hands while saying the last part. Dad chuckles. I grin.

‘Hey, Honey!’ I turn back, squinting to spot where my other dad is in the crowd of bustling people. Where, where…? Yep, there he is – in his embarrassingly brilliant sunshine yellow and bottle green striped shirt and hot pink trousers, a sharp contrast to his natural bright red hair. Don’t say that it can’t look that bright; you’ll never know just how blindingly bright bottle green can really be until you see the shirt my dad’s wearing. And trust me, he usually dresses in simpler tones; such bland tones that you’d be surprised to know he was capable of wearing colourful hues as well. It’s only that he’s very passionate about his job, and so whenever we set up a booth in fetes such as the current one, he never misses to match the shop logo.

‘Hul-lo, father dearest, how seems to go your day?’

‘Oh, quite lovely, if I do say so.’

‘Well, that’s simply charming –’

‘Alright, enough,’ my other, not redhead dad snaps with an exasperated sort of smile on his visage. You see, my not redhead, a.k.a. brown-haired dad happens to be British. And that means that me and dad would rather paint our teeth blue than to not tease him. ‘You both need to shut it and start helping me with the decorations, now. You know I’m trash at all that.’

‘Aw, now don’t get discouraged,’ I say, patting dad on the back. ‘After all, not everyone can be as blessed as me, can they?’

‘Hey, why don’t you go look around for a bit? You’ve been helping out since before I have.’

‘Yeah, he’s right, pet. You should.’

I huff, rubbing my palms on the fabric of my jeans. ‘You guys sure? I’m not tired, if that’s what you’re worried about.’

‘We’re not worried, we’re just saying you should also get a look, you know? There’s a lot of surprising booths this time around. I mean, there are aliens participating too, so…’

‘Hmm,’ I play with my bottom lip a little, then, ‘yeah, okay. I’ll be back in like, an hour? Forty five minutes? Sound okay?’

‘Sounds great.’

‘Bye, then.’ And with that, I turn on the heels of my Converse, wandering about the pretty stalls and eager children and kissy couples and aliens with curious features.

It really feels bizarre, just how astonishingly fast mankind has accepted the existence of aliens. It seems simultaneously ages and just a day before when conspiracy theorists raged all around the world, presenting baseless theories and concepts as to why and how the three-man squad on the Kerberos mission disappeared. Then came the Galra, bringing along with them global terror – because alien life, intelligent alien life existed and humanity remained oblivious all these millennia, and now they were actually attacking us. It could’ve been, perhaps even was, in some other dimension, the end of Earth. But then a defender appeared; Voltron appeared in all its glory, bringing along with it proof that however much these purple aliens claim that humans are scum of the universe, humans were, in the grand scheme of things, the ones that saved the universe too.

It feels even more puzzling to actually be on a first-name basis with the leader of Voltron; that’s right, I’m personally acquainted with Keith Kogane. It was around six months after him leaving the Garrison did I come across him. He’d been loitering around the neighbourhood, had ended up in a fistfight with some other kids, and along with that a split lip and bruised cheek. I’d been watching. When the fight ended, I (somehow) persuaded him to come along so that I could at the very least provide him with a band-aid.

Long story short, we’d bonded over how our moms were no-shows and how dads were the best and we became surprisingly close friends; the only difference was that after the death of his old man, he lived alone. I’d been adopted by my two current fathers. I told him about how when they’d initially adopted me, I was excruciatingly shy. I wouldn’t even come out of my room except meals. It was only when I came to know that they knew how to make candy floss had I timidly approached them if I could have some, because previously I’d always been grossed out at the thought of having to eat that. I’d overheard this group of kids saying that cotton candy was actually just dyed granny hair, so that’s where that came from.

I love cotton candy now. So much so, that even at the age of twenty-six, I will pout if someone takes some of mine without my permission. As if I’d ever allow them to.

Speaking of Keith, I haven’t seen him in years. We lost all contact when he turned eighteen, and then he went off into space, and even when he came back, I didn’t get a chance to meet him. I bear no ill will, though. He must have formed some close relationships. Our past friendship is comparatively much more trivial.

I spot a booth selling grilled corn. I instantly head there.

As I’m about join the crowd of humans and aliens who also want corn, a familiar call of my name leads me to pull a three sixty.

Lo and behold. Keith Kogane.

Despite him having obviously grown a lot, the face was still the same. I’m sure that, if he gets a split lip and bruise on his cheek right now, he won’t look all that different.

There’s a questioning hesitance on his features; he’s probably wondering if he’s got the right person. My pleasantly surprised smile and raised eyebrows assure him. As I step away from the grilled corn stall, I notice a motley crowd behind him; some are purple, some are holding Voltron plushies, and some look way too curious to be in a carnival. The introduction is going to be fun.

‘Keith! You're gonna live a hundred years - I was just thinking about you. But anyways, it’s – it’s great to see you,’ I say with a little giggle. ‘Though I am kind of surprised you actually approached me. The sixteen-year-old you would never.’

He smiles awkwardly in return. ‘Y – yeah… I, just… oh God, this is – I’m sorry,’ he says, his inner turmoil evident.

‘It’s all good. I know you’re shit at small talk, so… like, introduce me? Maybe?’

He nods rapidly, brows furrowed. ‘Yeah, um,’ he turns to the people behind him, telling them my name, how we met, the whole affair. I give them a wave. Most of them greet me back.

‘And, this is Shiro and Curtis,’ he points to the tall, white-haired yet young man, holding hands with a tanner guy, ‘Lance, Pidge and Hunk,’ he points to a lanky, bright-smiled guy, a buffer, kind-seeming person, and a short chestnut-haired woman who, despite wearing baggy jeans and a baggier tee, looks somehow better dressed than me. ‘Then that’s Allura, Coran, and Romelle, they’re Alteans,’ a woman with enchanting beauty and a regal aura surrounding her, a redhead who’s significantly older than the rest with an impressive moustache, and a youthful appearing girl with a big grin, ‘and Lotor, he’s Galran. The Galran Emperor, in fact.’ Lotor is a tall, lilac-skinned man with aristocratic features who shares the same cheek markings as the Alteans. Oh, and he’s unfairly gorgeous, his hair a luscious mane of white which I just know will be soft. It’s hard not to stare. You remember how I said Allura looked like royalty? Yeah, the way this man carries himself, he has the aura and visage of a God. Even in a white tee-shirt and jeans he looks way better than should be legal.

I rip my eyes away.

‘So…are Noah and Oliver here too? I’d love to see them. I mean, I never did get to thank them to permit a possible criminal to sleep in their house.’

I laugh. ‘Never mind that, but we actually sit up a stall here. I could, you know, maybe even get you guys something to eat.’

‘Free? Please don’t.’

‘It’s nothing, really, just… I don’t know, accept it as a small thank you present for not letting the planet go to shit.’

A bit of thinking. Even after a nod from Shiro, it was Lance who said yes. Good ol’ Keith.

When we reach the stall, my British dad is the only one we find there. He looks up, about to say something to me, when he notices Keith.

‘Dad. You remember Keith?’

‘Your possible criminal friend who turned out to be the saviour of the universe Keith?’

‘That Keith. He wanted to see you.’

‘Oh? Well then,’ he dusts his hands, stands up, and greets Keith. Both of them engage in a conversation.

‘You guys wanna try something?’

‘What do you got?’ asks Pidge.

‘What do we got? Um, we got chocolates, candy, marshmallows, jellybeans, tortilla chips, ice cream, popcorn – butter, cheese, caramel, peri peri – Lays, like, a lot of Lays, and the good old cotton candy. What d’you want?’

So, after providing the humans with two Cream n’ Onion Lays, a pack of tortilla chips, a double scoop of butterscotch and chocolate, a small tub of popcorn, and three cotton candy sticks, I turned to the aliens.

‘I’m assuming you guys aren’t familiar with a lot of this stuff, so you could either pick whatever looks to be good, ask your friends, or I could recommend something. What’ll it be?’

Romelle was the one who asked, ‘What’s ice cream like?’

‘It’s sweet. It’s cold. And it’s like… heaven in mouth.’

‘Ooh. I want an ice cream. The… pink one?’

‘That’s strawberry. You can eat it in a cone, or in a cup.

‘What’s the difference?’

‘Well, the cup you can’t eat. The cone is like a crispy biscuit,’ judging by her face, she didn’t know what biscuit was. ‘I’ll just give you a cone. It’s all on the house, so no worries if you don’t like it.’

I watched eagerly as she licked the ice cream. An unreadable look crossed her face. Then – ‘This is almost as good as Hunk’s cookies!’

‘Really?’ Coran asked, twirling his moustache. ‘Well, then…’ he squinted to read the names of the various flavours. ‘I would like “cookies and cream”. Yes.’ A cone of cookies n’ cream was served.

‘Allura?’

‘Do you have something that isn’t sweet?’ That was a plot twist. I’d have taken her as someone who appreciated sweeter foods.

‘We do. You want spicy?’

‘…Sure.’ Peri Peri popcorn was given and enjoyed.

And last… ‘Lotor. What would you like to have?’

It takes me a lot of will to not laugh at Lotor’s way too analytical expression. ‘What would you recommend?’

‘Me?’

‘Yes.’

‘Out of all this stuff, candy floss is my favourite.’

‘Candy floss… the item that looks simultaneously like a cloud and an old woman’s hair?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I would like a helping of candy floss, then.’

As I hand Lotor a stick of cotton candy, I wait with anticipation for his reaction.

‘How am I supposed to eat this?’

It takes me a moment to process that. ‘Uh, you just… pinch a little of the stuff in between your fingers, then eat it. Or you could just, um, go in directly, which I’m thinking isn’t really your style.’

He narrows his eyes, but follows my instructions nonetheless. Only a second after putting the stuff in his mouth, Lotor purrs.

Everyone around him, being me, Coran and Romelle (Allura’s off telling Lance how great Earth food is), looks with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Lotor appears as if he’s just died inside. The berry-shaded blush on his face is adorable, though.

'I didn't, like, poison you or something, right?'

'No. It's that... I would never in my lifetimes have expected something so tooth-rottingly sweet to be this delicious.'

'So you're okay?'

‘Yes. In fact, I quite like… this cotton candy.’

I grin.

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messy-voltron · 4 years ago

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The paladins reaction to their s/o after the war is over and it’s 3 years later and they casually say while laying on the couch reading a book. “What do you think about having a kid?”

Omg this is almost the perfect one to get back into writing with thank you so much for the request!

………….

Shiro

I don’t know why but I imagine as soon as you prompt the question he just has an immediate heart attack I’m talking falls-off-the-couch startled

Don’t get me wrong, it’s the exact opposite of a bad reaction this man is Ecstatic

There’s a reason he’s called space dad and he just ends up being the automatic father figure

Cause like think about it after all that he’s been through with being kidnapped by evil aliens, having to fight for the freedom of the universe, the whole clone fiasco, this man almost deserves a quiet life and the idea of not only starting a little family, but starting one with you??? The Love of His Life?? Dream come true

After the initial shock of your question, he just tackles you and kisses you everywhere and is tearing up

“Now? You wanna start a family with me?! Yeah lets do this!”

Keith

When you ask if he wants to have kids, on the outside he’s calm and collected (almost as if he didn’t hear you), but on the inside? Panic

You want to have kids with him? Him?? Keith Kogane??? How will that work he’s half galra so the kids gonna be like what a quarter galra that’s gonna be a challenge maybe not though will earth doctors work or do you guys have to go to a special alien doctor will that cost more oh my god kids are so much money-

Despite all the inner turmoil, he already knows the answer. He desperately wants to have kids with you he just thinks you’re so wonderful and would be an amazing parent and raising them with you just fills him with so much love and happiness

That and he’s just the person who’s always secretly wanted to be a dad but with how his childhood turned out and the whole war he just didn’t think it was a possibility he could look forward to but now that everything’s changed he can’t wait to get started

“What like you want one right now?” I’m sorry I know this is lame but I’m just trying to be realistic and I could totally imagine him saying this

Lance

ay dios mio does this man want to be a father sO BAD if you thought Shiro was bad buckle up

listen he grew up in a big family and wants a big family so you better be prepared

His reaction would be immediate excitement, then catch himself and try to play it cool

Granted he wishes he brought up the topic himself sooner, he was just a little nervous and didn’t want to come off too strong, that and after being in a war for so long getting rid of the constant fight or flight and settling down is never really going to go away

But becoming a dad and having you right there by his side? He’s so ready

Of course your input matters and he’s flexible, but he already has a dream house in mind that big enough for all the kids to run around in and how to set up financial funds for school or just to help them out if they choose not to go to college and emergency funds just he’s got the planning down to a T

“You are the love of my life and I would love nothing more than to have kids with you.”

Hunk

This man also came from a big family!! I imagine he’s not as crazy as Lance, but boy oh boy does he still want to have kids

Unlike the other imagines where it’s the immediate reactions, I think the kicker is the process of having the baby

Don’t get me wrong he’s very sweet and he’s like ya know I do wanna have kids lets take our time

But he’s just this little worry wart about the littlest things like if you’re someone who can get pregnant he’s there at every doctors appointment he’s making sure you’re eating right sleeping right never lifting too much making sure you’re life is stress free although lets be honest sometimes he’s the cause of the stress but you have no problem letting him know and he gets it he’s just so spazed

If you guys plan on adopting instead he’s so anxious throughout the whole process he wants to make sure everything is PERFECT and he’s so worried about the baby actually liking you two and later on if you adopt more than one he’d want to get older kids in foster care (who he’s even more nervous about impressing)

“You wanna have kids with me? You think I’ll be a good dad?” Hunk sweetie the answer has always been yes

Pidge

I can imagine that a lot of people probably would think that Pidge wouldn’t want kids, and I can see that argument, but throughout the show we’ve seen that Pidge really cares about the importance of family and if we’re three years after the war and their partner is bringing up the topic, I don’t doubt the answer would be yes

I mean they would be very level headed about it, they’re not as automatically emotional about it as the rest of the paladins, but it’s very clear that they’re excited about the idea

They would however want to immediately start planning everything out. Of course, parenting isn’t that straight forward and can’t be laid out like a math equation, but it makes them feel better ok?

We’re talking names, god parents, work scheduling, deciding if one of you is going to be a stay at home parent, schooling, maybe moving, how many kids, all that jazz

They have a very nice color coordinated binder in the works and everything

Above all else though, Pidge couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else but you they love you so much and they’re so excited to start this chapter of their life with you

“Oh! Kids! Yeah I’d love to talk to you about that I think it’s a great idea!”

#voltron #voltron imagines #voltron headcanons #shiro x reader #keith kogane x reader #lance mcclain x reader #hunk x reader #pidge x reader #paladins x reader #Voltron legendary defender #kids imagine

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damnlance · 3 years ago

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21 please

Klance prompt #21

21. “Where did you get all these bruises from?”

Summary: Keith shows Lance his bruises and tells him where and when he got them.

It’s been eight days since the mission with The Blade.

The failed mission.

Keith can’t stop thinking about it. It's deep in his head. Flashes behind his eyes every time he closes them. It’s all over his body. Literally.

Dark purple and black bruises decorate his arms and legs and torso. Cuts and scrapes on his face. He deserves it, though. It’s his fault the mission went so badly. He swore he had everything under control. He said all the right things that he rehearsed over and over before landing on that freezing cold, yet weirdly humid, planet. He was calm and straightforward, but not demanding in any way. Or.. at least he thinks he wasn’t..

He still doesn’t know when everything went wrong. They were there to make peace with this planet, called Nagara, and offer them all the food, water, and supplies they needed to rebuild their planet after all the destruction and damage from the war 3 years ago. It was Keith’s job as the frontman and spokesperson to provide the aliens of the planet with a state of peace and safety since the war was over now.

But.. somewhere along the lines, Keith said the wrong thing. Or he did the wrong thing? Or he.. said and did the wrong thing at the same time and it made the Nagarians angry? He doesn’t know and he won’t know. His ears are blank to his own voice and words when he tries to replay the moments, seconds, before everything went wrong.

It doesn’t matter. He will never forget the way his mother looked at him after everything.

Her face was filled with pure rage. A look Keith has only ever seen if she was fighting the enemy. Never looking at him. And Kolivan? Oh, don’t even get him started on Kolivan.

Because what happened was so bad, Kolivan put Keith on a temporary suspension. Meaning he would sit out of all things ‘providing humanitarian relief to other planets’ and so on. That meant no meetings, debriefings, or socialization of any kind involving their mission to restore peace, and he would have to watch a four hour long video on what and what not to do during peace negotiations on otherworldly planets.

He was on complete lockdown and it was fucking pathetic.

Not only did he not bother to watch that stupid, long video. Instead, he kept himself locked in his room on the giant galra ship, not interacting with a single galran soul. Including his mother and Kolivan. He couldn't handle the scalding glares or the whispering in the hallways whenever he left to try to get some type of food in him. It was too much. And it’s what everyone was expecting of him. But not as Keith himself. As a mixed breed; a half galra, half human.

After six days of being temporarily suspended, Keith couldn’t handle anything anymore. It was too much and he was tired of literally everything, so he packed up all the shit he could gather, grabbed his trusty space wolf, and left in his galra cruiser without notifying anyone.

Now, here he is, a day out. The ride down to earth is.. pretty uncomfortable to say the least. His cruiser isn’t as big as it looks and with Kosmo tagging along and his giant duffle bag, it’s a little cramped. But it doesn’t matter, because he’s almost to his destination, and he can’t wait to land. Because yeah okay, he’s suspended temporarily, but that doesn’t mean he can’t get away for some quality Keith time. A little vacation never hurt anyone. And he knows just who he wants to spend his free time with.

knock knock knock!

Lance jerks awake. The first thing his tired eyes land on is the ceiling. It’s dimly lit and as his pupils unblur from the sleep still in them, he can hear the static of the tv that’s still on from some boring action movie he decided to watch. The once fresh bowl of popcorn on the coffee table has run cold long ago and the pitter patter of water droplets hitting the roof from the outside can be heard as well.

Lance sits up slowly and stretches his arms above his head, a yawn slipping its way out of his mouth as he tries to register reality around him. It takes him a few seconds to wake up and when he does, he remembers that it was a knock that woke him in the first place. He carefully stands, slipping his bare feet into the slippers on the floor just next to the navy blue colored couch, and walks over to the front door, hugging himself.

As soon as he opens the door, the pouring rain is louder. And Keith is standing there. Soaking wet with a big duffel bag in one hand and a leash that’s connected to the collar on Kosmo’s neck in the other hand.

“Keith!?” Lance is ten times more awake now as he quickly moves aside to let Keith and Kosmo in. “Oh, shit man, you’re soaking wet! Let me go grab some towels!”

“Thanks,” is the first word out of Keith’s mouth. It’s shy and embarrassed but Lance doesn’t pay any mind to it as he rummages through the towel closet next to the hallway bathroom. He comes back and wraps a big towel around Keith’s shoulders, taking the duffle bag from his hand and setting it next to the smaller couch by the bay window in the living room. Lance takes the other towel, kneeling down to begin drying off Kosmo. Kosmo licks his face as he does it and it makes Lance smile, tossing and turning his head away from the alien wolf’s freakishly long tongue. Once he’s finished, Lance stands and finds Keith on the couch, discarding his wet clothes. He walks over and sits on the coffee table directly in front of him.

“Keith?” He asks, the tone in his voice full of wonder and confusion, but also worry.

“I’m fine,” Keith answers, a sigh leaving his lips. He looks at Lance through his long, wet bangs and sends him a weak but reassuring smirk. “I decided it was time for a.. a small break.”

Lance doesn’t look convinced, sitting there twiddling his thumbs. “How small?”

Keith shrugs, losing their eye contact. “Couple weeks, tops.”

“Weeks sound like a long time to be away..” Lance bites his lower lip, his bed head, or couch head in this situation, making Keith want to reach over and pat his hair down. “I feel like there’s something else I’m missing here.”

A sigh. “Later, Lance, okay? I’m tired and wet and cold, and I just want to shower and lay down, if that’s alright?” He finally looks back over to those dark blue eyes in the dark living room and then, a small nod and a smile.

“Sure,” Lance says, this time with more confidence, but his eyes scan over the scrapes and scratches on Keith’s face. “Let me help you out with your suit.”

They both stand and Keith turns around for Lance to unzip it from the back. He moves his long wet hair over his right shoulder and puts his head down. The literal second that Lance grabs that zipper, Keith remembers how his body looks. And if Lance thinks his face is bad, just wait til he sees his body. Keith jerks away and it startles Lance as he almost trips over the coffee table.

“Keith!? What the he-!?”

“I-I just remembered!” Keith looks everywhere but Lance’s eyes now. “I smell horrible underneath this suit a-and I really don’t want you to smell me, so I’ll just head to the bathroom now!”

“What??” Lance scoffs. “A-are you sure?? I don’t mind a little stink, Keith, I’ve smelled you right after a fight with the-!”

“I’m sure.” Keith nods. He sends a nervous smile towards Lance and quickly leans forward to plant a quick kiss to his cheek. He grabs his duffel bag and b lines it for the guest room, closing the door behind him. Lance watches his every move, then turns back to look at Kosmo who is looking right at him.

“What was that about??” He asks the wolf. Kosmo tilts his head, ears popping up. Lance sighs and begins his walk towards his kitchen. “Come on, boy. You must be hungry.”

Keith wipes the foggy mirror with his hand, exhaling a breath of relief from the heavenly shower he just took. He takes the smaller towel from around his neck and dries his hair, ruffling it up in the process. His eyes scan his tired face and exhausted body. The bruises that decorate his pale skin are of dark purples and blues and blacks. They’re eight days old, but they still hurt like crazy. Keith eyes the one right below his left pec. It’s purple with yellow blotches and he presses down on it just to see and the pain that zips down his spine is more than enough warning to tell him to stop. A deep sigh leaves his mouth as he pushes his hair back and ties it up in a messy bun.

knock knock! “Keith? You okay?”

Keith nearly jumps at Lance’s voice. “U-uh, yeah! I’ll be out in a second.”

“Okay.” The concern in Lance’s voice eases. “No rush, though.”

Keith sighs again. He has to tell Lance. Has to show him. Sure, he’ll freak out and never want him to leave again but.. if he gets it over with, there won’t be any more surprises if Lance wants to touch him again.

A soft smile graces Keith’s lips as he thinks about the man just on the other side of the door. They’ve been through a lot. Individually. Together. And even though it’s only been three years, they still suffer through the after effects of the war. They all do.

Lance gets nightmares. About a lot of things. He says his nightmares feel so real, and sometimes it’s hard to decipher if his nightmares really happened or not. It scares him and has left him very vulnerable in more situations than he likes to admit. There’s a lot more than just the nightmares; flashbacks in the middle of the day, jumping at loud noises, never leaving his home because he feels like everywhere he turns, some species-less threat is gonna come out and attack him, Allura’s sacrifice. Yeah. It’s a pretty long list. But with therapy, his family and friends’ support, and Keith, he’s come a very long way to recovery.

Keith on the other hand got most of the paranoia. Even though he still works in space with his galran colleagues, he still can’t help but get that itch underneath his skin that someday, someone will turn on him and try to attack him. It could happen at any time. Any day or night. Anywhere. Because of this fear, he doesn’t get much sleep, and is very overprotective of his friends. Of his mother. Even his space wolf. His knife has become like a permanent extension to his hand, he never goes anywhere without it. Keeps it underneath his pillow, in his back pocket, in his boot, anywhere that’s easy enough to reach so he can defend himself if need be. He’s even accidentally pulled it on all of his friends at least once. Even on Lance, who barely even flinched at the time. It’s safe to say that no one can ever sneak up on him.

And somehow, through all their damage, Keith and Lance still found each other. It wasn’t right away. And it wasn’t planned, either. It’s just.. happened. They barely talked after the war ended, and unpurposely drifted apart. Keith busied himself in his work with The Blade, and Lance distanced himself away from everyone.

But one year ago, around Christmas, Keith came back to spend the holiday with Shiro and Curtis. Little did he know, they were gone for the holidays, so Keith, and Krolia, decided to stay with Lance and his huge family. Lance was so happy to see him, he couldn’t dare to say no. ‘The more the merrier,’ his mother Rosa said. So, while Keith and Lance spent the time shopping together and baking cookies and wrapping gifts and getting drunk on eggnog, Krolia learned a lot of the Christmas Earth traditions and Cuban recipes from Rosa and even got a few surprise presents from Lance’s niece and nephew. She cried because she didn’t know what else to do. Happiness always makes Krolia cry. Keith bought Lance a red Paladin mug with his face on it that he saw at some flea market on one of their stops on some random planet, and Lance bought Keith a giant blanket to keep him warm while he was away in space. The emotions were flying, the eggnog was settling and long story short, they ended up sleeping together, with every ounce of consent they could muster. It’s still one of the greatest nights of Keith’s life.

They’ve been together since then, five months, and even though they don’t have a label on what they are, Keith is happy this way. He likes being label-less with Lance. He likes having a home to come back to, with a warm kitchen, a warm bed, and a warm body. He likes the open space and how much Kosmo and Kaltenecker get along. He likes how much Kosmo adores Lance and his homemade space wolf food, just for him. He likes that Lance buys stuff for him to have when he’s away so he has new things to come back to. New slippers. A new comfy robe. New matching pajamas. A new toothbrush. Keith likes Lance. And everything that they are in the moments they’re together. And although he knows Lance is still grieving over Allura and that it could take a couple more years until he’s ready for a real relationship, Keith would take this over anything. Any day.

As he emerges from the bathroom, he doesn’t bother putting on all of his clothes, just his red paladin boxer briefs. He and Lance have seen each other naked plenty of times, and he’s very comfortable in his skin around Lance. Lance has that effect on him. So when he walks out in just his boxer briefs and a white cotton towel around his neck, he’s got absolutely nothing to hide. Except, maybe not giving Lance a heart attack tonight. Keith hides behind the wall just before the entryway to the living room and curses himself for what he’s about to do.

“H-hey.. Lance?”

“Yeah?” Lance says, something like food in his mouth. “Where are you, man?”

“I’m…” Keith sighs. “Can you just.. cl-close your eyes for a sec.. please?”

“Uh,” Lance shrugs, Keith can hear from his clothes rumpling up. “Sure.”

Keith peeks around the corner and sees that Lance’s eyes are sealed shut. Kosmo is on the floor next to him, sound asleep. His tongue is hanging out just the slightest bit as snores leave his mouth. Keith smiles at the sight and looks back to Lance. He’s so beautiful. This guy has done some much for him and more. Before the war, during, and now after. He’s the greatest guy that Keith could’ve asked for.. greater than that. With that in mind, Keith steps out from behind the wall and walks over to Lance before his brain tells him that this is all a bad idea. The living room is still dim, only illuminated by the television and the lamp next to the couch Lance is sitting on, but it’ll be more than enough light to see Keith’s battered body.

Once Keith is in front of Lance, he closes his own eyes, fists clenched down by his sides.

“Okay.. now on the count of three, you can open your eyes.. but don’t freak out. Got it?”

Lance lets out a small snort. “Yes, Keef, I got it.”

Keith rolls closed eyes and sticks his nails into the palms of his sweaty hands. “Alright.. one.. two.. three..”

Lance’s eyes open. The breath that gets caught in his throat is enough to send Keith’s gut dropping out of his ass and into the floor.

“Holy shit!” Lance is up, eyes roaming Keith’s entire body. “W-what the fu-!?”

Keith opens his eyes and is face to face with Lance. They’re almost the same height, Keith’s got him by a few inches easily, and the look on Lance’s face is enough to send Keith into cardiac arrest.

“I-I’m fine, Lance, really-”

“No, you’re not!” Lance cuts him off, wanting to reach out but too afraid to do so. Keith’s tone, muscular body is a canvas of dark colors and spots of different shapes. No wonder he jumped earlier, Lance could have hurt him even more than he already looks. A shaky breath leaves Lance’s mouth as he meets Keith’s dark eyes. “What happened to you, love?”

Love. The pet name actually sends Keith’s into cardiac arrest, he’s sure of it. But as soon as Lance cups his face with both of his big, warm hands, it’s over for Keith. His eyes begin to water and his throat closes up on him so that he can’t talk. Tears fall down his cheeks as he looks down to the floor between him and Lance. His bottom lip quivers and when Lance tilts his head back up to look at him again, a sob slips its way out of Keith’s mouth.

“Oh, Keith,” Lance coos, bringing Keith into a big, gentle hug. Keith hugs him back, sobbing into his shoulder. “Baby..” Lance whispers.

Keith just continues to sob. He didn’t even know he had been holding back for so long. But here, in Lance’s arms, he can feel everything that’s been bottled up coming out of his throat and from his teary eyes. Lance only continues to hold him, rubbing his soft hands up and down Keith’s pale bruised back.

Keith doesn’t know how long this goes on. How long he cries. How long Lance holds him. But somewhere in the middle of it all, they’ve moved to Lance’s room. Keith sits on Lance’s bed, wiping his red, teary eyes and snotty nose with a tissue. Lance rummages through his bathroom drawer for some numbing ointment that he recently bought for his back and feet from working out on the farm five days a week. When he returns, Keith is done crying. He sits up straight and removes the white towel from around his neck. Lance stands in front of him and kneels between his open legs. He stares at them. At the bruises and scratches and scabbed gashes.

“I..” he starts, clearing his throat from what has to be a lump forming. “I got this.. numbing cream. It’ll help a lot.”

Keith stares down at him as he talks, his voice is so quiet and gentle.

“Can I..?” Lance asks, looking up to meet Keith’s red eyes.

“Yeah.” Keith nods.

Lance uncaps the ointment, squirting a good amount into the palm of his hand. He sets the tube down and rubs his hands together. Then, he gently, gently, places them on Keith’s bruised thighs and begins rubbing the ointment around.

Keith clenches his jaw, hands fisting in the comforter on Lance’s bed. He lets out the air from his nostrils and feels the pain slowly turning into relief. He looks down and watches as Lance works his hands in circular motions, gently rubbing the ointment onto Keith’s injuries.

“..keith…?“ Lance whispers, eyes focused on his hands covered with ointment that’s slowly making his hands numb.

“Yeah..?” Keith answers back, looking at the ceiling of Lance’s room. Those glow in the dark stars are still there.

“How…” Lance clears his throat. “W.. Where did you get all these bruises from?”

Keith sighs. “..blade mission.. gone wrong..”

Something in Lance’s eyes darken. “What? W-when?? How?? W-Where!?”

“Um..” Keith can’t even look at Lance anymore. The worry in his eyes is too much. “A.. Week ago.. on some planet called Nagara. It was.. all my f.. my faul..” The tears are back. Keith blinks them away and sniffs quietly, looking down at his hands in his lap. He can feel himself sinking back to that day, to that mission. He remembers it all so clearly.

They landed on Nagara. The planet was really cold. He and The Blade were greeted by a tall figure who looked similar to an earth bear. They were big, round, had dark eyes all around, sharp teeth and a snout. Three rows of antenna grew out of their foreheads as well as horns of all shapes and sizes going down their backs and spines. And giant sharp claws for fingers. They looked vicious. And they made it very clear that they didn’t like the Galra.

Keith made the first move. He spoke in a calm voice and made his intentions clear; he and The Blade were only there to help and provide the planet with anything they needed. They had food, water, clothes, and building supplies ready on their ships and were 100% committed to fixing up this planet and its species from the after effects of the war. But their King, King Arxuan, wouldn’t let them go any further until they explained what they were doing there. So Keith did.

He explained it all. Voltron won. Zarkon dead. Princess Allura saved the universe. Keith is the red and black Paladin. The Blade of Marmora is good. The Blade of Marmora is here to help. But Keith being Keith.. he’s not too good with his words. Everything sounded fine in his head. And when it came out of his mouth? Completely different.

“We are The Blade of Marmora,” Keith started. “We’re here to provide supplies to your helpless planet that has clearly been affected by the war and-”

Record scratch. Yeah, poor choice of words on Keith’s end. But they left his mouth so fast that his brain couldn't keep up. The King and his subjects didn’t like it one bit and before Keith could keep up with his offensive word vomit, the Nagarians drew their weapons and like a firework, everything went up in flames.

Keith didn’t mean to offend anyone.. and he didn’t mean it like that. But the Nagarians didn’t know or care how he meant it. They attacked within seconds of Keith’s poor choice of words and thank god for his team’s fast reflexes, otherwise his head would not be on his shoulders and he wouldn’t be sitting here on Lance’s bed.

Legs criss crossed on Lance’s bed, the strong minty scent of numbing cream filling the room.

His fingers locked with Lance’s as Lance rubs his thumb over Keith’s fingers.

Gently.

Domestically.

Lovingly.

Keith feels warmth bloom in the pit of his stomach as he stares down at Lance who’s sitting on the floor in front of him. Those deep blue eyes staring back so affectionately. Altean markings just barely glowing in Lance's dim room.

Lance swallows and squeezes Keith’s hand. “Are you alright?”

“I am now..” Keith shrugs, looking at the floor. “But these last few days have been hell.. and the guilt I have for almost killing my team has.. been..”

Lance nods, understanding. He comes up off of the floor and sits next to Keith. The second his arm goes up, Keith is there leaning into his side, nuzzling into his neck. His cheeks are wet with tears again and quiet sobs leave his throat.

“It’s okay, Keith,” Lance nods, planting a gentle kiss atop Keith’s head. “We all make mistakes. Some worse than others. but.. what matters now is that you’re here. You’re alive. And safe.”

Keith nods, sniffling as tears and snot run down his face. He’s had everything balled up until this very moment. The guilt. The shame. The way Kolivan and his mother looked at him. The way the other Blade members blamed him. None of that mattered anymore. Because here, in Lance’s heavenly embrace, he was fine. He was gonna be alright.

“You’re safe, love..” Lance reassures him. “I’ve got you.”

And he does. Lance holds Keith tight, holds him close. Lance lets him cry and doesn’t judge him. He’s just.. there for him. And it’s everything Keith needed.

Keith wakes up in Lance’s bed.

Blanket crowding his entire body. His long hair is literally everywhere around his face and neck and shoulders. The golden sun is shining through the blinds of the window, making him squint a tiny bit, and the pain from the bruises on his body are somewhat bearable..

There’s a smell hitting his nostrils that makes his mouth water and stomach grumble in a hunger he didn’t know he had. When he sits up, Kosmo is right there beside him, curled up in a ball, staring at him. Keith smiles at the space wolf and reaches to pet his head.

“Hey there, boy.” He rubs behind Kosmo’s ears, chuckling a little when Kosmo nuzzles into his hand. Suddenly, flashes of last night come flooding back to Keith’s mind and he groans out, covering his face. Sure, crying his eyes out all night long and being comforted by Lance, his friend-boyfriend-whatever-they-are was nice, BUT crying your eyes out all night long and and being comforted by Lance, his friend-boyfriend-whatever-they-are took a lot out of Keith. He’s tired. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. He just wants to spend the rest of his time away from work relaxing with the only person he wants to be with in the entire universe. And Kosmo.

And as if on cue..

“Keith?” Lance’s voice is soft. “You awake, yet?”

Keith looks over to the door and sees Lance popping his head into his own room. When their eyes meet, Keith can feel the undeniable spark between them and it causes his heart to do something funny beneath his rib cage. He smiles a bit shyly and brings his legs up to a criss-cross position, Lance’s puffy space themed blankets bunching up around Keith’s waist.

“Morning..” Keith answers, tucking his long hair behind his ear.

Lance’s eyes never leave his as the Cuban boy finally enters the room, two plates full of food in each of his hands. Keith eyes the food and his stomach grumbles once again. The noise overthrows the silence in the room and Keith has to put his hands over his stomach to silence the sound. It didn’t work.

“Good morning to you, too,” Lance chuckles, setting Keith’s plate into his lap. “Guess I don’t have to ask if you’re hungry, huh?”

“Shut up..” Keith flushes and looks down at his full plate of food. Organic eggs, two fluffy pancakes, sweet turkey bacon and a buttery biscuit with strawberry jam decorate his plate beautifully. All of his favorite breakfast foods right there in front of him. Made by the man right beside him with a matching plate of food for himself.

“Dig in!” Lance says, his mouth already full of food. Keith doesn’t waste a second and obeys the words from Lance's mouth. They eat in a comfortable silence, Kosmo moving to the ground to collect any scraps they throw his way. After a while, Keith clears his throat and musters up the courage to look at Lance’s beautiful face.

“H-hey, uh.. Lance?” He whispers.

“Yeah?” Lance is staring at him now, blue eyes boring into him again.

Keith can’t breathe and he finds himself having to take a really deep breath before he continues.

“Thank you,” he pushes out of his throat, “for everything. For letting me cry in front of you, and.. for not judging me for it.”

Lance stops chewing and swallows. Keith quickly takes him all in before he gets caught; Lance’s messy brown curls, his gorgeous tan skin all over his bare torso, those cute little freckles all over his body, his Altean marks. Everything about him is so breathtaking and Keith can barely keep his heart at bay.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Lance says, breaking Keith’s thoughts. Their eyes meet again. “I’m here for you no matter what, Keith. You have to know that by now.”

“I-I do,” Keith nods, tucking his lower lip between his teeth. He sets his plate onto the bedside table next to him and scoots closer to Lance. As if completely on autopilot, he grabs Lance’s face and forces their eyes to meet once more. He stares deeply into those ocean blue eyes and fights the awkward urge to look away.

“Lance,” he starts, exhaling a breath that smells like eggs, bacon, and syrup, “I love you, so much. Thank you for always comforting me and being my right hand man.. you.. you are the light in my life, and I..”

Tears fill Keith’s eyes and to his surprise, Lance also sports some in his own eyes.

“I know,” Lance whispers, gaze moving from Keith’s eyes, to his lips, and back. “Like I said, you don’t have to thank me. I would do anything for you. Because.. I love you, too.”

The second Lance’s plate is out of the way, the two boys are kissing so fast, the air in their lungs can’t keep up. Lance pulls Keith close by the oversized t-shirt around his torso and clings to him for dear life. Keith does the same and cups Lance’s cheeks. Their kisses are full of passion, desperation, and love. And when they part, Lance is trailing those same kisses down Keith’s jaw, to his neck and his collarbones, kissing every visible bruise he can reach.

“I’m so happy you’re safe, my love,” He says between kisses on Keith’s neck. As he pulls back, Keith is smiling like Lance is his whole world.

“Me, too, Lance,” Keith answers, kissing the corner of Lance’s syrupy mouth, his cheeks and neck flushing red. “Me, too.”

-END-

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sokkas-honour · 4 years ago

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i have an idea if that’s fine ! how about headcanons for spending christmas with keith kogane (and giving home the best christmas ever because this baby deserves it) tysm !! 💕

he does deserve an amazing christmas, but he got my space christmas instead.

tis the season - keith x reader

pairing: keith x reader (gn)

warnings/notes: this was long

okay so, post show finale, keith is very often off earth, going from planet to planet to help those who had been affected by the galra empire. you tagged along, helping him have a partner that he could count on light years away from his home planet.

keith had been away from earth for years, meaning he hadn’t even remotely celebrated holidays in general, much less christmas.

so when you joined him in space, you made a point to keep track of the days on the gregorian calendar so you could be sure to celebrate christmas on the right day.

as the holiday soon started to roll around, you discreetly started to collect things to try and make the holiday as traditional as possible but being this far away from earth did make it hard, but you did what could with what you had. you were smart enough to bring cookie dough for christmas cookies but who knew if the ship had any sort of kitchen. (spoiler alert, it did!!)

so, you talked with a few of the blade of marmora members on if you could somehow get some sort of tree esque alien plant to use as a substitute christmas tree.

thankfully for you, axca mentionned of some sort of a small tree on the next planet you were set to settle in for awhile, having just restocked on supplies.

so as soon as you guys landed and had some free time, you eclipsed yourself from the group and tried to talk to the local population in order to find a way to procure one of the trees for yourself, christmas being a little under two weeks away. and they were extremely useful, helping you pick the best one for your limited decorations.

so you picked one of the storage rooms that no one used, them being there in case of excess supplies and decided that was the room where you’d set everything up so in the room the actually not that small, small tree being placed on top of one of the empty crates.

for decorations, you just scavenged for loose string all over the ship and the alien planet, anything that could either hold your decorations or you could use as a garland.

you ended up only finding cool rock looking rocks of various colours to use as ornaments but it’s the thought that counts. you managed to pierce the rocks to put the string through, meaning you could just tie a not at the top of the loop and set them strategically around the surprisingly many branches of the tree.

for the garland around it, you managed to find some vines on the planet which got you excited, you finally found something very green for the green and red theme you were trying to have to fully emulate christmas.

lucky for you, you found red flowers on the planet you were currently on and picked a few to put around the tree and thread the stem of it through the hole you had punched in each rock.

the night of christmas eve, you slithered out of keith’s arm that was draped over you while he slept, going to the kitchen in order to start baking them so hed have fresh cookies in the morning (and maybe the rest of the crew but they had to deal with the alien substitutes)

so you spent the early hours of the morning in the kitchen, managing to find what you thought was a galran cookbook that included their own form of cookies so you made a couple of batches for the crew while you cooked the cookie dough you had sneaked onto the ship.

getting a bunch of unique gifts while you’re travelling is hard but you somehow managed to find a uniquely carved knife by some of the local population. you nearly wrapped it with whatever paper you could muster and placed it right under your makeshift christmas tree.

now keith had gotten a bit suspicious when he looked for you during down time and was unable to find you, getting a simple “i was exploring” excuse more than once definitely didn’t answer his question.

it was even more confusing when axca mentionned that you hadn’t been present much during a time dedicated to helping rebuild houses but unbeknownst to them, you had already finished the ones you were assigned and were currently conversing with the locals on local delicacies/objects to maybe gift keith.

he wanted to confront you about it but for the last two weeks, it seemed to him that you were ignoring him and it definitely brought his mood down.

you had also somehow managed to find voltron merch used from back when they were basically superstars. you grabbed a standard voltron formation stuffed animal as well as a red lion, hoping he wouldn’t mind you getting his first lion as well as the color of his previous suit. (which you also wrapped in scrap paper).

while you were in the kitchen, taking cookies out of the oven, you were surprised to find keith looking at you from the doorway.

“why are you making cookies this early in the morning?” he was only half awake as kosmo passed him, coming to sniff the cookies.

“you’ll find out in a second, want one?” you extended the fresh out of the oven sugar cookies to him which he gladly took, surpise on his face as he realised they were from earth.

“you had cookie dough from earth and didn’t tell me?”

“that’s not the only secret i kept, come on.” you grabbed a cookie for yourself then grabbed his wrist to drag him to the storage unit.

and when you opened the door, his face lit up at the little makeshift christmas scene he saw in front of him.

“merry christmas keith!” you exclaimed, still waiting for a vocal reaction as keith almost seemed frozen on the spot.

“you did all of this?”

“yup, i even have presents, open them!”

this man felt his heart swell immensely, not believing he had someone who cared so much about him that they recreated a holiday he hadn’t celebrated in ages, a signifiant other that thoughtful.

he feels so guilty that he didn’t get you anything but it beyond thankful.

he spots to makeshift mistletoe and he smirked, grabbing it and placing it over your heads so you two could kiss, having your first christmas morning kiss together.

“you didn’t have to do this y/n.”

“well i wanted to, i was so excited to spend christmas with you on earth but it probably wouldn’t be possible for awhile so i brought christmas to space!” he thought your reasoning was just adorable so he kissed you on the forehead.

“merry christmas y/n.”

“merry christmas keith.”

people i tag for voltron: @alteasmoon @biqherosix

#voltron x reader #voltron #keith x reader #keith kogane x reader #paladin x reader #keith #keith kogane

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corvus--rex · 3 years ago

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Next in this bizarre collection of abandoned, semi-abandoned, and deeply sleeping wips is one that has more direct time travel. It's more in the deeply sleeping category as I'm still picking at it. It's also another Omegaverse, so if that's not your thing, feel free to skip it. Also, both Lance and Keith practice polytheistic religions that have been altered to fit an ABO setting

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A few years after the war, the Paladins made the newly rebuilt Castle of Lions their home. Shiro and Adam retired from the Garrison and into diplomatic careers for the Coalition. Pidge’s parents were still with the organization, but she and Matt preferred to be more hands-on, maintaining the places on the castle and with the now-former rebellion. The still close-knit team were still recovering from the recent bonding ceremony for Hunk and Shay, who were also staying aboard the castle, although it was still uncertain as to whether or not human and Balmeran genetics were compatible; they were just waiting on genetic compatibility testing. Lance and Keith, however, were ahead of the game. They had gotten engaged while on the way back to Earth, announcing it to Lance’s family on their return. Not wanting to wait, and with no way of knowing what would happen in their war with Honerva, they’d held a small bonding ceremony the night before leaving Earth for the second time.

Keith had it the worst when it came to post-Hunk/Shay bonding recovery. He wasn’t going to miss Hunk and Shay’s bonding for anything, even if it meant dealing with Lance’s fussing. It had gotten bad enough during the reception that both Krolia and Lance’s mother Mariana told him to sit down and let his pregnant mate be. Keith could understand where Lance’s caution came from. While their little one was only one quarter Galra, and developing as a human child would, Keith’s half-Galra physiology had other ideas, his body and hormones changing like a shorter Galra pregnancy. It meant that he needed to be monitored more closely than he would if the pup’s development and his body’s lined up. It also meant that they didn’t have a concrete due date, and that it was entirely possible he could deliver a premature pup. But at sixteen weeks Earth time, there were still another two months until they needed to watch for their little one’s arrival. They had stayed behind on Earth an extra couple days after Hunk and Shay’s bonding ceremony for some of Lance’s extended family who wanted to see them both before the pup was born. Keith was exhausted from the three days of parties surrounding the ceremony and the event itself, but they were headed back to the castle after that and wouldn’t be back for another eight months, and by then the pup would be at least two months old.

Nadia and Sylvio were excited about their cousin, and had to be reminded that Keith was tired from everything going on. Right then, they wanted to see the inside of the Altean pod the matepair were taking back to the castle. Keith and Mariana burst out laughing when Lance appeared with his niece and nephew each tucked under an arm.

He “dropped” the giggling, squirming pups in front of his oldest brother. “I think you lost something.”

“Who, me? I haven’t lost anything,” Luis said, feigning ignorance.

Still laughing, Nadia and Sylvio began scaling their mountain of a father. Once they got to hip height, he grabbed them both the same way Lance had been carrying them and took off running while mock screaming, making his pups shriek with laughter. Lance just laughed to himself and shook his head at his brother and niblings.

“Like you can talk. You know damn well you're going to be just the same with ours,” Keith called.

“Yeah, probably,” Lance admitted, walking over.

“‘Probably’ nothing, mijo. I know you will,” Mariana said, “Just don’t forget to call when that little one arrives. We’ll be praying for a safe delivery.”

Lance’s parents, grandparents, and aunts and uncles all practiced Santeria, and while Lance and his siblings had been raised in it and still believed, none of them actively practiced. His lack of participation didn’t lessen his appreciation of his mother’s intentions. He would have been worried when it came to telling Keith about his family’s practices if he didn’t already know about his Omega’s neo-paganism. Keith, likewise, had been relieved when Lance didn’t immediately declare him insane and instead explained about his own family.

“Thanks, Mami. So will we,” he said, hugging his mother.

“Doesn’t matter where you are in the universe, the Orisha will hear you,” she told him, then pulled Keith in, “And so will your gods, mijo.”

“I know. Thanks, Mami,” Keith answered.

The pod’s comms chirped, and Lance disentangled himself from his mate and his mother, disappearing into the small craft. Mariana wrapped an arm around Keith’s waist and he leaned into it, fully appreciating her maternal warmth. She was one of a very small number of people who had open permission to touch him. She understood that, especially after Lance had explained about Keith’s childhood in the foster care system and that he was largely touch-averse unless you were one of a select few who had earned his complete trust. She’d earned it through being the woman she was and treating Keith like one of her own children.

She reached over, resting a hand on his growing belly. “I pray for this pup every day. You two are going to be wonderful parents. And I know that you both will be safe up there – you and this little one.”

Keith breathed a laugh. “Altean technology makes humans look like we’re still playing with sticks and rocks. I mean, on an interstellar level, we kinda are. I’ve been thinking about that lately,” he admitted, “The ‘we’ part. I’m still half-Galra. Most of the time I feel like the only places on Earth I feel like I belong are out at my Dad’s place, and here.”

“Oh, mijo. It doesn’t at all matter that your wonderful mother isn’t human, or that you share her blood. What matters is what you do with it. And both of you used your heritage to do the right thing. And now she’s leading her – your – people to a new way of thinking. You both have done so much good. Never forget that. Or that you’re family. You’ll always belong here. And not just because you're carrying my grandpup.”

“We weren’t exactly planning on this.”

Mariana laughed. “Neither was I. For any of them. None of my five children were planned. We always wanted pups, but we decided to let it happen however it was going to happen. And we were blessed with five beautiful pups.” She nudged him gently. “Tell me, do you have any thoughts on what your pup might be? I knew for all of them, even when my mother was trying to tell me that I was wrong. Especially with Lance. She was convinced he was an Omega. And then he was born all Alpha.”

Keith nodded, understanding. “Yeah, that’s apparently not just a human thing. Mom said she knew I was an Omega before I was born. I think this one is too. I’m pretty sure it’s an Omega boy. Little brat keeps moving and won’t let us see, so we don’t know for certain yet, but I feel like it’s an Omega boy.”

“Oh, Veronica was the same. We didn’t know until she was an Alpha girl until she was born. And she’s still stubborn and independent.”

{What do you think, sweetheart? You an Omega boy?} she asked the unborn pup.

Her question was answered with a sharp kick.

“Is he always like that?” Mariana asked in surprise.

“Yes. Yes he is. I’ve been feeling him moving for almost two months, but it got more intense about three weeks ago. That, apparently, is a Galra thing.”

“What’s a Galra thing?” Lance asked, walking down the loading ramp.

“How hard the pup kicks,” Keith said.

“Yeah,” he agreed, “It really is that bad. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night before because of it.”

“Now imagine how I feel! Anyway, what was the comm call?”

“Oh, right. Just Allura asking when we were planning on going back up. I told her we were finishing getting the pod packed up and we’d be leaving within the hour. Varga. Whatever.”

Mariana hugged them both again. “Don’t forget. I want to know.”

Keith’s lips twisted in an amused smile. “As soon as we do,” he said.

Lance didn’t ask about it until they were settled in the pod’s cockpit and on their way to the wormhole point. “What are we telling my mother when we know it?”

“Huh? Oh, the pup’s primary and secondary sexes. I said that I feel like it’s an Omega boy, but that we haven’t been able to confirm it,” Keith explained.

“Yeah, he’s being a little brat about it,” Lance agreed, “We will find out eventually,” he added, poking the unborn pup only to be rewarded with another kick. “See? Brat.” He stood up, stretching hard enough to pop his spine. He let his arms drop and extended a hand to his mate. “Come on. Allura’s not opening a wormhole until we’re way out of system, and I want snuggles.”

When they first packed the pod to leave for Earth, Lance had shifted a few things around in the passenger compartment, making room for Keith to set up a nest. He was worried about their pup and was trying to just be a good Alpha for his Omega. Keith was particularly hormonal that day and broke down in tears when he saw the cleared space, his favorite nesting materials neatly sitting in the middle of it. Lance had been afraid he’d accidentally done something wrong until he found himself with his arms full of sobbing, pregnant Omega telling him how amazing he was through hiccupped tears. The nest was built and stayed there until they landed on Earth, where it was taken down and rebuilt in Lance’s old bedroom, right on top of his queen bed. Now it held their scents mixed with Lance’s family’s. Lance also knew about the sweater Krolia had given Keith for the express purpose of fitting it into his nest.

Keith let Lance lead them through to the rear of the pod and got settled into the nest. Leaning back against his Alpha, Keith reached into his shirt and pulled out the crystal he always wore. A clear quartz point, with a triple moon carved from rainbow moonstone woven into the silver wire wrapping the top of the crystal. He ran his fingers over the moonstone, feeling its carved lines and points, the smooth gem comforting. He was safe and comfortable in his Alpha’s arms, tucked into their temporary nest, but he still worried. He knew better than anyone that their pup could come earlier than anyone was comfortable with, especially him. He sighed, letting the quartz drop.

“What’s up?” Lance murmured sleepily into Keith’s neck.

“I’m just thinking again,” he said, the pad of his thumb following the back of his fingers in a small line on his belly.

Lance knew what he was thinking, read worrying, about, and wove their fingers together. “I know. But even worst case, even if he is three months early, he’ll be ok, and so will you. There is literally no one else like you in the entire universe, and all of this is new to everyone. Best we can do is take it one day at a time.” He grabbed the tablet from outside the nest, checking the autopilot. “We still have about an hour before we get to the wormhole point. Get some sleep. I’ll wake you when we get there.”

Keith yawned, curling up in the nest, Lance wrapping his arms around his Omega. “Nap sounds great,” he mumbled, half-asleep already.

Lance didn’t last much longer, drifting off the second Keith’s breathing evened out in sleep.

They were woken by alarms blaring throughout the pod. Keith shot up, startled and growling. Lance went for the tablet, checking the readings from the pod’s sensors. They should still have been twenty minutes out from the meeting point, but the star map showed them being in an entirely different galaxy, the familiar Milky Way nowhere in sight. He leapt from the nest, running for the cockpit. When Keith had calmed a bit and hauled himself out of his spot and to the cockpit, Lance was at the controls.

“Get yourself strapped in,” the Alpha said without looking up, “We’re headed straight for an asteroid field and there’s no time to change course.”

Lance changed the controls to manual and the front shielding changed from opaque to transparent, showing the looming ancient debris in stunning real time. Keith sat himself in the co-pilot’s seat, fastening the 4-point harness over his chest just in time for the first asteroid to go whipping past. He wanted to take the controls, but he knew that his awkward current shape made it nearly impossible for him to fly with the deftness an asteroid field required. Lance had no such problem, weaving through the asteroid field with his usual liquid grace.

When they finally broke through and into empty space, they still had no real idea of where they were. Keith brought up the galactic map. He noted several familiar planets and systems, realizing that they were on the far side of the Andromeda galaxy. As he was relaying all of that to his mate, the pod’s comm chirped with an incoming hail. It was the castle, but something was different and they couldn’t quite put their finger on it. Lance answered the hail, Allura’s face filling the screen.

“Hey, Allura. Do you have any idea what the fuck just happened? We were on our way to the rendezvous point for the wormhole and now we’re here,” Lance asked.

Allura stared at them in complete shock. “I – I don’t understand. How are you two there? You can’t be there. You’re both here on the castle.”

Lance and Keith shared a confused look. “No. We’re not,” Keith said slowly, “We just left Earth a couple hours ago and were on our way to the spot you designated for the wormhole back to the castle.”

“Earth?! What the quiznak are you talking about?! Stay there. I’m going to tow your pod into the castle and we’ll talk about whatever prank this is.” The shock was in her voice at first, before it became almost angry. She looked back at them from her projected control screen, and then looked at them both more carefully. “Lance, how in the quiznak do you have Altean marks?”

“From you?” he answered, now totally confused. Had she forgotten reviving him after he took the full damage of an energy attack meant for her? Did she not remember that he’d ended up with sky blue Altean marks as a result of the sheer amount of quintessence she poured into him?

“That’s impossible. I can’t give you our markings. And Keith, have you gained weight?” She was still confused, but turned it to the Red Paladin.

“Not in the last three days,” he said, then glanced down and back to her, “Not that way, anyway.”

They felt the pod guided into the pod bay and land softly. “Stay there, inside the pod,” Allura said, “I’ll be right there.” The screen cut out, leaving them alone again.

“What in the absolute fuck is going on?” Keith asked.

“I wish I fucking knew,” Lance answered. “Does she really think this is some kind of over-elaborate prank? She can’t. She knows us. Knows we’re mated. Knows you’re pregnant.”

“Yeah, that was weird. Asking me if I've gained weight. I mean, I know I've put on about fifteen pounds, but that’s almost completely directly related to him. I haven’t really changed anywhere else.”

Lance sighed. “Yeah. I don’t know. We’ll figure it out. But at least we’re back. We can get your nest rebuilt in our suite and take a fucking nap.”

Something told Keith to leave his nest as it was, and he told Lance as much. They also decided not to get back into it while they waited for Allura. The matepair waited in the open seating, Keith nuzzling into Lance’s scent gland. It was something they’d come to realize was a side-effect of his pregnancy. He couldn’t get enough of his Alpha’s scent and would use any and every excuse to get close and scent himself, not that Lance minded it at all. It always stroked his Alpha’s ego that their Omega was so devoted to them.

They both looked up when there was a failed attempt to open the rear door of the pod, which was followed by a polite knock. “Hang on a tick,” Lance called. He extracted himself from his snuggly koala of a mate with a soft kiss to his temple and a gentle hand on their pup.

Allura stood in the doorway, possibly even more shocked than she was on the call. He was still in the faded blue t-shirt and grey sweats he’d been wearing all day, not having been bothered to change. He was expecting an off-hand comment about not being up to his usual standard at most, but she just stood there, staring like he was a new race they’d never met before.

“Allura?” he asked.

“Lance, what the quiznak is going on here? Where’s Keith?” she asked when she found the words.

“I was going to ask you the same thing. And Keith’s right here. The kids were all over him this morning and he’s still pretty tired.”

He didn’t think it was possible for Allura to be any more confused or her eyebrows to arch higher, but she was and they did.

“What kids? Why should he be tired?”

Keith listened to the questions being fired back and forth. Something wasn’t adding up. Allura knew they’d been with Lance’s family. She’d met Nadia and Sylvio before and knew what kind of energy they had. It shouldn’t be a surprise that he was worn out after dealing with them. Keyword shouldn’t. But she was. He decided to see her for himself, or more to the point, for her to see him. He slid out from the seating area, turning the corner to where she and Lance were asking questions without answering any. He stepped up beside Lance, sliding an arm around his Alpha’s waist, his free hand resting on his pregnant belly.

Allura’s jaw dropped. He knew she could tell that he wasn’t faking, and that she somehow either didn’t know or had forgotten that he was four months pregnant, even if he looked farther along because of his body’s reaction.

“I – how?! How did this happen?! When?! What is happening?!”

“Allura,” Lance said softly, “Has anything happened in the last two or three quintants?”

“What? No. Nothing. And you two are here onboard the castle. Keith, you said you would be in the training deck for at least a few vargas, and Lance, you were helping Hunk in the kitchen. How did you two end up out there and in a pod I didn’t know had gone missing? And don’t tell me you were on Earth. That’s utterly impossible. We can’t go back without leading the Galra directly there, you both know that. And how have you been hiding not only your apparent relationship but also – Keith, you're pregnant! How do you expect to be able to fly the Red Lion in your condition?”

The feeling of something being fundamentally off continued to tickle Keith’s brain. An impossible thought hit him. “Allura, I need you to answer this question honestly. How long have we been out here with you?”

“What do you mean? It’s only been about three phoebs, but we’ve made good progress in the war effort. I really believe we’ll win. But you already knew that.”

Lance cut her off before she could voice a suspicion about them being spies. He realized as soon as Keith said it. “I think we somehow managed to go back in time. We really are who we say we are, and so are you. But you obviously don’t know anything about us as we are now. I can promise that we’re not hiding anything from you.”

“Well…I don’t know that we can really say that…” Keith said, trailing off. If the them that Allura knew had only been in space for a few months, then he and Lance were already seeing each other secretly. But then they decided that keeping it from their friends made absolutely no sense, even if it meant that Pidge lost her bet with Hunk.

“Ok, fair,” he said, then turned to Allura, “What was the last major event that happened related to the war? It’ll help us narrow down when exactly we are.”

“You two seem awfully accepting of this,” she said, a note of accusation in her voice.

“We – we’ve been through a lot,” Keith said, intentionally not elaborating. They had been through a lot – alternate reality, quantum abyss, the quintessence field, Bob, finding themselves inside Honerva’s mind – but they couldn’t tell Allura any of it.

“And if we tell you anything, we don’t know if or how it could affect anything,” Lance added.

“Hm, I suppose that’s true. The last major event? Well, we’ve only just found out about your Galra heritage, but after meeting with Kolivan and Antok, I have come to realize that your blood does not define you. You both have only just returned from separate missions. Keith, you and Hunk went to retrieve the Scaultrite from the Weblum-” Keith shuddered involuntarily at the memory “-and Lance, you, Shiro, and Pidge went to rescue Slav from Beta Traz. He’s still here on the castle with us.”

“Wait wait wait – Slav’s still here?” Lance asked. He turned to Keith. “If Slav’s still on board, then he would be able to help figure out what happened. Maybe find a way to get us back to our own time. And hopefully before…” he trailed off, giving Keith a look that the Omega understood. Before the pup comes.

Allura also understood what Lance hadn’t said. “Um, how – how far along are you, exactly?” she asked awkwardly.

“That’s a little complicated,” Keith answered. “The pup’s developing like a normal human, but because I’m half Galra, my body is changing and reacting as if I were completely Galra. Pregnancies are shorter. Six Earth months, or about four and a quarter phoebs, to a normal human ten months or just over seven phoebs.”

“So, you're saying that with how your body is reacting, your pup could be premature?”

“It’s a distinct possibility. But to actually answer your question, sixteen Earth weeks. Almost eleven and a half movements. It gives us no more than five movements to figure this out and get us back to our time.”

Allura nodded, making her decision. “All right. We’ll meet in the lounge first. Paladins and Coran only. Shiro…doesn’t exactly do well with Slav.”

Lance and Keith laughed. “That’s something we will never forget,” Lance said as they followed her out of the pod. Keith turned, locking it with their biometrics. Given the alteration to Lance’s DNA thanks to Allura’s quintessence infusion, they knew that it would stay locked. Their younger selves didn’t have a chance.

They walked in silence for a while, following Allura down lesser used corridors to the lounge entrance that was never used. “Is there anything you can tell me?” she asked, “About your time. How far into our future are you?”

“I don’t know that that’s a good idea, Princess,” Lance said, “You already know that we make it to Earth safely, and I don’t know how that might already be affecting our time. I understand that you want to know if it’s all worth it in the end, but I can’t tell you.”

Allura thought for a few seconds. “I understand. My knowing about the future could affect the present. It could change our decisions about things that will change the outcome of the war. And I take it that however the war does end, it’s the best possible outcome.”

“We think so. There’s a lot more going on than just Zarkon, but if you knew what, I don’t know – there are just too many variables.”

She paused in the doorway to the lounge. “I really do understand. There are more factors and facets to this war than I am currently aware of. Knowing about them now could upset the balance. Well,” she said, gesturing to the room, “Make yourselves comfortable. You already know where everything is.” Her smile was one of genuine affection for the Paladins in front of her.

“Thanks, Allura,” Keith said, maneuvering past her.

Once they were seated comfortably (“Comfort is a bit relative for me at the moment,” Keith told her with a laugh) she called for the Paladins and Coran, and them only, to come to the lounge.

Lance was the first to arrive, ready to drop onto the sunken sofa from the floor above, but stopped himself when he realized he was looking at something that looked like the back of his own head. He only knew what that looked like after a prank involving his siblings and every single mirror in the house. He saw Allura sitting at one end of the semicircle and slowed, turning to her.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Ah. We should wait for the others to arrive before we explain,” Allura said.

“Actually,” one of the unknown people said and Lance nearly choked at hearing his own voice. A little rougher and maybe older, but it was definitely his own voice. He realized the other owner of his voice was still speaking. “I think we should start now. I know we’ll have to repeat ourselves, but I know that you’re kinda nauseous right now,” a long, tan finger pointed in his direction, “And I really think this is the better solution.”

“If that’s what you –” Allura was cut off by the next arrival.

“Allura? Why are we meeting here?”

Pregnant Keith snorted at how young he sounded. His mate patted his head. “I know. We sound like babies.”

The younger Keith froze.

“Yes we’re real. No you're not hallucinating,” pregnant Keith said without moving. He knew what his younger self was thinking.

“Well, as long as we’re both here,” Lance said, “We should explain as much as we can.”

The younger Red and Blue Paladins walked around to the steps and froze again when they were suddenly face to face with themselves. Their older selves were snuggled together in the middle of the sofa horseshoe, not caring who saw them. There was too much for them to take in all at once, but they did notice Lance’s Altean marks and the undeniable fact that the older Keith was significantly pregnant.

“Yeah,” pregnant Keith agreed, “It’s a lot to unpack. We’ll tell you what we can.”

The younger Paladins sat together opposite Allura, not knowing what to say.

“As far as we can tell, we’re from your future. We don’t know how we got here. We were on our way back to the castle and decided to let the autopilot handle the flying while I had a nap and woke up to all the alarms going off about a half hour later. We realized that we weren’t where we should be and found the castle after clearing the asteroid field nearby.”

“And, I’m – or, you – I don’t even know how to phrase that,” the younger Keith stumbled through.

Older Keith just laughed. “We? Since we’re the same person, just at different ages. But yes, I’m pregnant. I'm due fairly soon, so we need to figure this out as quickly as possible.”

Both his mate and Allura noticed how he phrased himself, but said nothing, understanding why he had done it.

It was the younger Lance’s turn to stumble through a sentence. “So, you’re – and – is that –”

Older Lance snickered at his younger self. “Yes. Yes we are, and yes it is.”

“What?! But -”

“But nothing,” older Lance said, “Although that might have prevented this.”

“Yeah, sure. You try telling my heat brain that,” pregnant Keith said.

The younger Keith pointed at his older self. “That. But, how? I mean, I’ve always been so careful about taking it on time. Unless…”

Pregnant Keith shook his head. “No, that hasn’t changed. It failed. We weren’t planning on this. But it happened, and we wouldn’t change it for anything.”

“Ok, so I just need to know one thing. Not about the future, not that.” His hand went to his chest almost unconsciously. “Just so I know. That you’re really me.”

Without moving from his spot snuggled into Lance’s side, Keith reached into his t-shirt and pulled the quartz and moonstone pendant out, letting it fall to his chest. “It was the first thing I ever bought for myself after Dad died. He taught me the basics of the Craft and I've kept it up ever since. Helps me feel connected to him even though it represents Omegas.”

Younger Keith nodded, holding his own crystal. “Yeah. It does.”

Looking from his not-so-secret boyfriend, the younger Lance turned to his own older self. “And he knows about…”

Older Lance cracked an amused smile. “Yeah, he does. But wait, haven’t you already told him about us?”

“Oh, well, yeah. I guess that didn’t really make sense, did it?”

“No, not really. But the last thing Mami said to me when we left her last was that it doesn’t matter where in the universe we are, the Orisha will hear us.”

“That – that’s –”

“What Mami said when I left for the Garrison. Yeah, she still says it.”

Pidge was next to arrive, and stopped when she saw the two older versions of her friends.

“No, you haven’t been up long enough to hallucinate yet,” pregnant Keith said through laughing.

“Come sit down, Pigeon. We’ll explain once everyone’s here,” Lance said, waving her forward.

They were all surprised that it hadn’t been Shiro to appear first, but he and Hunk were next, walking in together. If they thought that Pidge had been surprised, it was nothing compared to the double take from the Black and Yellow Paladins. Allura had yet to say anything once her Paladins began filtering in, and she still didn’t, letting the two older Paladins take the lead.

“Hi, Shiro,” pregnant Keith said. He still hadn’t moved from his mate’s side, enjoying the warmth and safety of his Alpha’s touch.

“What in the almighty fuck is going on?” Shiro asked, stunned.

“We’re just waiting for Coran, and then we’ll explain.”

Shiro and Hunk sat down, among the other Paladins. Hunk seemed to look for some kind of comfort from the familiarity of Pidge, and Shiro sat himself between his Lance and the older Keith with an expression told them that he was trying very hard to wrap his head around the idea of Keith being pregnant. Coran came running in a few minutes later.

“Oh, my apologies, Princess. The scanners went all wiffeley for a few ticks. They’re perfectly fine now.” He noticed the two new additions for the first time. “Erm, Princess…” he started, scratching his cheek with one gloved finger.

“Yes. It’s why I’ve called you all here,” Allura said, “When I was alone on the bridge briefly, scans picked up a single Altean pod. When I hailed it, well…”

“It was us,” the older Lance finished, “We seem to be from your future.”

Everyone stopped, if only briefly, before exploding into questions and demands. Questions about what happened, how they got here from their own time, how did the war end, what’s it like now, did everyone survive…

Lance put a hand up, silencing the onslaught. “We can’t answer most of those questions. Anything we tell you could possibly alter the timeline, and I can’t risk that.”

Pidge pouted, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Well, we already know you two end up together. And if you're here, then you guys obviously made it out.”

Pregnant Keith shifted, sitting up but not leaving his Lance’s personal bubble. “Yes, we did make it out. And yes, we know what it’s like now. But is it worth it to know about our future when it could change your own?”

For maybe the first time in her life, Pidge didn’t have an immediate answer. Her natural curiosity demanded to be sated. The older versions of two of her best friends were sitting in front of her with the answers to so many questions. So much of her own personal stress could be relieved just by knowing if she ever found Matt and Sam. She could know the outcome of the war. But thinking about those things, she realized that Keith was right. If she did know, it would change what she did, how she could react to things. The butterfly effect wasn’t real, or, if it was, it didn’t quite work that way, but a change to a major event could lead to a cascade of differences. And there was no way to know if those would be good changes or bad. But she didn’t get to answer the semi-rhetorical question because Slav walked in at that exact moment.

“So we’re in this reality,” he said, seeing the future Lance and Keith. He narrowed his eyes at them. “You haven’t told anyone anything, have you?”

“Nothing that wasn’t immediately obvious,” Keith answered, settling back against his mate.

“Ah. Right. I need to confirm things about you two before I can recalculate probabilities, but we should discuss this –” His owlish eyes narrowed again as he looked around the room. “- privately.”

~*~*~*~

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lyxanislive · 3 years ago

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“Perhaps it’s a bit menacing.” The Empress cocked an eyebrow as she grabbed at the shoulders of the armor Shiro was wearing.

“More inviting than the galra designs, Princess.” Coran helpfully chimed in.

Shiro glanced at himself then to the Altean Empress. “I never actually agreed to this whole ‘Paladin’ thing, your eminence.” which was true. She had offered, not ordered, in ended in a question, and Shiro chose not to answer. Now here he was trying on various sets of armor under the watchful eyes of Empress Allura and her aide, Coran.

“I have a feeling you’ll come around, Shirogane. You’re a good man, an excellent pilot, and you take into consideration the feeling of all those you meet. In my very being I can feel the pull of the black lion requesting you.” She stepped away, adjusting her cape and smiling brightly at him. “And do call me Allura.”

“Shiro.”

“Hm?”

“If I call you Allura, you should call me Shiro.”

Her smile reached her eyes and they shone slightly.

“Very well Shiro. You are free from my ministrations.” She reached up and patted him slightly on the cheek before exiting the room. It should have been humiliating, a gesture that was meant to only mock him and his current captivity. But somehow, it felt sweet. Maybe there was an altean meaning behind it?

He looked over to Coran who was already sorting the different armor sets.

“So, Shiro is it then? Not Shirogane.”

“Shiro is what my friends call me.”

“Hmmm.” The older Altean raised his eyebrows “You’re friends now, eh?” He grinned.

Shiro shrugged as he started to take off the current armor set “Yeah. Maybe.”

#shallura #empress allura au #I am on a roll?#wild #anyway enjoy more snippet #I feel I should go add snipets to all of shallura month!#oooooo that would be neat but i bad at write #only art #have some nibbles #for the ones still out here

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writing-protocol · 2 years ago

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Lost Memories

War had left its mark across the universe. Keith had been a prisoner at the end of it. Physically he was free now, though he carried the scars of both combat and incarceration.

His mind never truly settled.

Anxiety plagued him during waking hours and nightmares stole their way into his dreams.

The promise of stable construction work had dragged him to New Altea so he’d caught a passing shuttle away from one destroyed planet to another.

Now he was on the largest Altean world, a sprawling planet of green and blue not unlike Terra. The architecture was different, the technology more advanced, but in the slums where he finally found himself a room to sleep in, it was hard to pinpoint the differences.

Keith barely walked onto the first available construction site, the future location of a school, when the foreman had offered him a job. That had been easier than he’d imagined, even when he could only communicate with the alien by pointing and grunting.

Months of wearing manacles had left scars on his wrists and throat, and the Galra had taken his voice along with his sanity. So, it was easier to keep quiet and not think too hard about the future.

***

Six days into his three-month-long contract, Keith had the rhythm down. It was a cool midmorning with the promise of rain on the horizon, and Keith had his favorite sweater on. It was threadbare now from years of wash cycles, but still too comfortable to part with.

He was hauling lumber from a delivery truck when a limo drove up to the site. Keith saw it before he heard it, a sleek, black thing with tinted windows and enough room to hold at least six people. He grabbed a few planks and turned to head back when the limo doors slid open.

The tall, broad-shouldered man who emerged from the car’s darkened exterior was admittedly handsome. He wore the same garb as Altean royalty, but the white hair was unmistakable. Takashi Shirogane, once the Champion, now the Admiral of the Atlas and the black paladin. Everyone knew who he was. His face was occasionally plastered on television, so he was hard to miss.

As Keith watched, the foreman practically jogged to meet the stranger.

Disinterested in the ensuing conversation and eager to keep his down, Keith started hauling again. He was about to grab another stack of planks when the paladin strode over to him.

Tall and handsome looked ever more delicious up close. His gray eyes turned down at the edges as he looked at Keith, and his expression grew sad. “Good morning, Mr. Kogane,” he said in a deep, rich voice that sent shivers down Keith’s spine.

Keith offered a lopsided half-smile and a salute.

“Would you mind taking a ride with me?” the admiral asked. “Nothing nefarious, I swear. I just want to have a conversation with you, in private.”

With a sigh, Keith put down the lumber, waved to the foreman, and nodded. He gestured vaguely toward the older man’s car and followed him out of the hard hat zone and onto what remained of a sidewalk.

The limo door whooshed open, and Keith slipped into the warm, sweet-smelling interior. He felt out of his depths as he took a seat on the nearest plush bench and looked squarely at the man who’d invited him here.

“It’s obvious you don’t remember me,” the black paladin said once the doors closed behind them. “It’s all right. My name’s Shiro. Takashi Shirogane.”

“Keith,” the younger man fingerspelled.

“I know who you are, Keith.” Shiro opened a small compartment under his seat and pulled out a manila folder. “Your file,” he said as he handed it over.

Keith shrugged and set it aside. “What do you want?” he signed.

“To see a friend I thought was dead. When I heard you were here…” The admiral’s voice trailed off. “When one of Allura’s informants thought she’d seen you on Altea, I didn’t believe her. It was impossible. And yet here we are.”

That earned him a shrug. “Sorry.”

Sorry didn’t begin to cover it, but Keith didn’t have anything else to offer.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Keith. It’s not your fault, god, no. Farthest thing from it. I’m just so relieved you’re alive. Your mom… Keith, we buried you two years ago. There’s a grave with your name on it.”

Tears rolled down Shiro’s cheeks.

“Saw it,” the younger man admitted, guilty despite himself. He’d promised not to think too hard on it.

“You did?”

“Before leaving Earth.” Keith’s hands were steady as he signed, but inside, the turmoil was back, tenfold. Nowhere to run from his own broken mind.

“Why didn’t you…”

The younger man frowned, his expression more hawk than man. “This amnesia.” He gestured to his head. “Permanent.”

“But, Keith, we would’ve welcomed you. Still welcome you, always.”

The soldier didn’t have an answer. “Just want peace.” “I can’t even begin to imagine.”

Shiro reached over and touched the other man’s cheek, finding wetness there, too. “Will you have lunch with me? Please?”

Keith’s stomach made itself known. “OK.”

If you want to read more, click on the Memories tag.

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machidielontheway · 8 years ago

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Shiro: Why are you helping me?

Ulaz: As a fighter and a leader, you give hope.

Shiro: ...

Ulaz: ...

Shiro: You need a Pilot.

Ulaz: We need a Pilot.

#voltron #crossfusion #star wars #shiro #fearless leader space flutter #ulaz #the galra who set me free

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theres-no-protocol-for-this · 3 years ago

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This is a small bit of sweet, gentle Voltron fanfiction where Keith comes home to his friends. Nothing happens. Keith is aroace.

The war ends. They return home heroes.

Keith takes up the mantle of the Blades and becomes their leader. He commutes to and from Earth on a regular basis. Getting an apartment is pointless, so Shiro offers him a room in his new place.

It’s a temporary arrangement until it’s not.

Until Shiro reads his friend like a book.

One day, Keith shows up just in time for movie night. He walks into their shared apartment — used to be it was “Shiro’s" apartment, but now he thinks of it as theirs — and drops onto a chair. The captain of the Atlas waves at him from the kitchen and comes over with a glass of water.

“Bad trip?”

“Could’ve been worse,” the Blade answers.

“Well, you’re in luck. Hunk and Lance should be here shortly, and Pidge is about twenty minutes out. She and Allura had a presentation that ran late.”

Keith takes the offered water and gulps it down, feeling exhaustion seep out of his bones. He’s due for a vacation, and Kolivan will kick him out bodily if he doesn’t take care of himself. Glancing up into Shiro’s stormy eyes, he offers a tentative smile.

“Sounds good. Thanks. Do you need any help in the kitchen?”

“Nope. We’re ordering pizza.”

“Oh man!”

“How long has it been since you’ve had stuffed crust?”

“A lifetime?” Keith thinks the time can be measured in years.

Shiro takes a seat beside him and grins. “You’re in for a treat! Uh, listen, on a completely unrelated topic, did you get any mail from a couple of the cadets?”

“Maybe? I’m a week behind on all messages.”

“Oh. Well, if you do, feel free to ignore it. Or let them down gently. Infatuation is a mighty thing.”

“Infatuation? With whom?” The Blade looks at his friend with a puzzled expression.

Shiro chuckles and goes to refill the water. “You,” he says to his trailing companion.

“Those requests to join the Blades?” Keith asks, mystified.

“Some of them, probably. Well, quite a few of them.” The captain shrugs. “You’re an eligible bachelor, a hero to boot. And you look objectively gorgeous, not to mention the scar. Yeah, you have admirers.”

“I don’t want admirers.”

“So I’ve gathered.” Shiro gives him another full glass, and this he sets on the counter. “A lot of people see you and wonder why you don’t have any partners. Not just humans, either. A couple of the Galra transfers managed to get into a fistfight over it.”

“I don’t want a partner. Not like… that.”

“Keith, love.” Shiro walks over and wraps the slender man in his much larger embrace. “You look like you swallowed a bug.”

“No, this is objectively worse.” Keith buries his face in Shiro’s shoulder. “I don’t like anyone like that. Is that going to be a problem?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Am I…” The Blade pulls back and looks directly at his friend. “Am I stopping you from, you know?” He gestures vaguely as if he’s not sure how to enumerate the things he doesn’t care for. Here stands a man who’s nearly as tall as Shiro now, dressed in a uniform that only enhances his features, and there’s something vulnerable on his face.

Shiro shakes his head. “Nope. Not at all.”

“But what about—”

The captain cuts him off. “You’re right where you belong. Now stop worrying and tell me your favorite toppings.”

“Shiro.”

“Keith.” The word settles on his tongue and Shiro lets it linger there. “We’re a packaged deal, and people know that. I haven’t wanted to date if you’re curious, but if I ever do, they better like you, too.”

“Oh.”

“I knew half a lifetime ago that you were ace, and it doesn’t change how I feel about you one bit. I’m here for the long haul, whatever that looks like.”

That gets a blush out of the senior Blade. He shakes his head again, feeling a little silly and a lot relieved. “Thanks, Shiro.”

“Toppings?”

***

Movie night goes splendidly.

Because Keith is in attendance and has apparently missed out on all the cult classics, it turns into a horror movie marathon. Keith sits between Hunk and Shiro, squished on the couch, and then eventually they maneuver him onto both of their laps for the added room.

The senior Blade’s all muscle and he still weighs not nearly enough. Hunk wishes he could stuff the slender human full of food for the rest of eternity, but that’s not a thing between week-long missions spanning a galaxy. Regardless, they have a moment now and Keith is nodding off in a post-dinner coma.

Hunk gestures at Shiro to grab a blanket and uses it to cover Keith’s bare feet.

“I’m fine,” mutters the owner of said feet with a yawn.

“You sure are,” the captain of the Atlas agrees and slips a throw pillow under Keith’s head. “And you’ll be even more fine with a little added comfort.”

Up front, Pidge has their own personal bowl of popcorn, and they’re grinning as they hear another yawn. In their estimation, everyone needs both more and less sleep. It’s a dichotomy they’re willing to live with.

A few minutes later, Keith’s breathing deepens into sleep. Real sleep. It’s not often the Blade feels safe enough to relax and doze in the company of others, but in the dim light of Shiro’s living room TV, he slips right into dreamland. Hunk smiles at his friend’s gentle face. No scowl there for a change, and the hawk-like expression eases into something softer.

Quietly he says, “I think he needed that.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Allura mutters. “The Blades have been busy these last few movements.”

“One of you should tell him to take a vacation,” Lance adds from where he’s curled up on the plush rug next to his pale-haired wife. “Mullet doesn’t know how to relax unless it punches him in the face.”

“He relaxes with us,” Hunk points out. “But we’ve been busy, too.”

“There’s building-a-robot busy and running-around-the-galaxy-with-a-sword busy.” Pidge stuffs popcorn in their mouth. “Now shush, this is the good part.”

In the silence that follows, punctuated by screams and the sound of gunfire, Hunk reflects that none of them have had any proper time off. What is a vacation against the rising tide of Galra resistance and an endless supply of humanitarian missions? Hard to take a break when the fledgling Coalition is held together with hope and duct tape and propped up by hands that are still bleeding from the war.

That Keith doesn’t have any close connections outside of the paladins and a few other precious souls probably doesn’t help. Hunk glances over his friend again, at the way he’s now partly curled up, face turned away from the TV’s meager light. Shiro looks over at Hunk and something like understanding passes between them.

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow,” Shiro promises as they return to the scary movie and Pidge’s maniacal laughter at the special effects.

#Voltron #fanfiction #my writing #paladins #conversation #soft #one-shot

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teatimecrumpetsandsugar · 3 years ago

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ethereal (voltron fantasy/royalty AU) (set up; part zero)

Heyo! It’s your friendly neighborhood Voltron fanfic aficionado- now your friendly neighborhood Klance writer but that’s honestly besides the point I don’t even know why you’d bring up my increasing obsession with them in this Klance fanfic that I swear everyone else will be in, too-

Today, I’ll be writing from a fantasy royalty AU with my favorite show cast ever, even though it may or may not be solely because I want to put water elemental!king!Lance in pretty dresses and makeup and just go crazy with my descriptions of gowns and other things.

I imagine, here, Lance would be from a kingdom with strong ties to Pidge’s kingdom, who has strong ties with Hunk’s kingdom, making them a powerful trifecta. I also imagine that Keith and Lance’s kingdoms are on very thin ice with one another, so Pidge encourages Lance to sit down with fire elemental!king!Keith.

I also imagine that Pidge’s kingdom is closely allied with Allura’s and that the two of them grew up together, while she didn’t meet Hunk or Lance until she became queen. Also, I’d like to have my beloved Ruler Pidge go by she/they pronouns, simply because I see a lot of myself in the way she dresses and carries herself and I actually believe that these pronouns would fit her, alongside all pronouns.

Hunk and Lance likely grew up together in a very close ally ship and continue to be close friends well into adulthood because that’s just how they are. I can imagine Lance is very vaguely aware of Allura’s kingdom and would never dream of picking a fight with hers since, by default, allying with Pidge made him allies with Allura, but he probably doesn’t know her very well pre the canon timeline because I kind of want to build that relationship from the ground up to make up for what the show did to me-

Keith is definitely allied with Shiro, and Pidge and Shiro were always friends through her older brother, who, along with her father, abdicated from the throne and joined an adventurer’s guild instead (because they believed that Pidge would be a better fit for a ruler and decided that, given how they are, reconnaissance and exploration fit them better. She agreed with this insight, deciding to rule the kingdom the best way she knew how). Shiro, being a much more experienced king and friends with their brother, likely prepared them for the role as they grew into it; the two are on friendly terms, but allied isn’t exactly the right term as none of the people in their alliance knew Keith, so they weren’t sure they could ally with him.

Lance met Keith at a gala years into his reign; they did not get along.

The system of Magic here will likely be dictated by what element one is born in the kingdom of, (i.e., Lance’s kingdom being the Aqua Kingdom, Pidge’s being the Spiritus Kingdom) and the strength of it in each person will be chosen based on a random set of variables that usually depends on the mood of the Gods corresponding to each element.

Lance- Water (Aqua Kingdom)

Keith- Fire (Ignis Kingdom)

Pidge- Life (Spiritus Kingdom)

Hunk- Earth (Terra Kingdom)

Shiro- Moon (Luna Kingdom)

Allura- Light (Lux Kingdom)

I imagine the reason an alliance is called for with Keith and Shiro’s kingdoms is because a traitor to Allura’s kingdom, either Lotor is planning on starting an entire mutiny with the ranks he’s managed to gather and then, consequently, conquer all of the rest of the kingdoms by force in the name of a long-dead kingdom- the Tenebris kingdom. His parents having died in the midst of a total economic crash caused by a codependent relationship with Allura’s kingdom whilst it was under her father’s rule, he was taken in by the state of Lux by Allura’s request, since they grew up together; unfortunately Lotor held lingering feelings of resentment- towards Lux, for causing the destruction of the only thing he could’ve ever considered his own by right, and towards his parents for always making him feel as if he was of no worth. He wants to conquer the entire world just to prove to himself that he is worth something, though, unfortunately, he’s on a path straight to death.

Might redeem him, might kill him off, might exile him- who knows at this point?

Hunk, I imagine, was a commoner who won the title of king through a series of magic-based trials (upon the death of the last ruler) and now keeps his entire family in the palace with him, using his title to take care of his family and citizens as a benevolent ruler. This likely happened when he was quite young- likely when he was 9 or 10, since magic is an innate thing and, in this kingdom, it’s tested in the youngest members of the kingdom in order to deem who is the most connected to their Goddess Terra.

Allura inherited her title when her own father died in the conflict with Tenebris- he went to battle with the people they’d unintentionally doomed in order to protect his daughter and his people, and died in the process; similar to her story in Voltron except her kingdom survives and Lotor and a select few survivors of the Galra become refugees.

Keith became king by beating the previous king’s son in a battle- his mother, being one of the higher ups in the government, sent word to him that the prince didn’t want to be king, so Keith wound up challenging him for the title. He won, successfully making his way into the world of prestige and getting closer to his mother. The prince left the kingdom shortly after- it’s believed that he ran away to be with someone, but no one is quite sure. All anyone knows is that he’s happy.

Lance wound up being king at a really young age- I’m imagining that, prior to his reign, his kingdom was incredibly strictly patriarchal. The previous king likely only had daughters, and the day of his death, Lance was born with incredibly powerful water magic. As a result, at the age of 6 years old, he was forcibly taken from his poor family and raised strictly to be a perfect king- however, he still saw his sister Veronica frequently in secret, the two of them sneaking around to eat baked goods and try on dresses together. When the palace staff found out, they tightened security and warned Veronica that she was no longer allowed to see him unless she wanted to be publicly executed. After his coronation (at age 8), however, he started making drastic changes to the laws that made the laws against commoners interacting with royalty more lax, and, once allowed to dress himself, started wearing dresses and makeup because it reminded him of home and made him feel as beautiful as he knew he was. He gets quite homesick quite often, and he’s still battling to get his family into the palace with him- he has, however, stripped the kingdom of its strict patriarchy. He constantly tells the kingdom that he hopes to one day pass the throne down to his own future daughter and still keeps the three princesses as his trusted advisors because he believes what happened to them was horribly unjust. The story will be told primarily from his perspective.

Shiro became ruler of his kingdom by fighting his way through gladiator ranks when he was only thirteen, winning the entire kingdom by brute force alone and leaving him with a lot more experience and trauma than he’d have liked. Being the oldest of the current generation of rulers and having inherited a kingdom that was closely related to Pidge’s and Keith’s, he guided them both through the process of becoming a ruler and the process of ruling, no matter how difficult it gets. It’s taken far longer with Keith than it has Pidge, since Pidge was raised a royal and has an innate sense of leadership and Keith is... interesting at the whole being a royal thing. Shiro, having grown up with Keith’s mother on the streets of the kingdom of Tenebris, was more than happy to take Keith under his wing- it helps the both of them come out of their shells more, so they have a mutual appreciation for one another.

I imagine this world will be vaguely futuristic and medieval at the same time- they’ll be able to have video conferences and reach other via communicators, holographic calls, things of that nature; but they’ll also be pretty old-fashioned in their manners of dress, their social systems, their currencies, and the vast majority of their laws. I hope that makes sense.

I wonder if it’s visible here that I spent three hours winging this and started getting more and more into it as I went, or if it’s obvious that I spend most of my time working with really obscure fantasy concepts.

BAHDHAAHAHA I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS-

If you’ve got any suggestions for relationship dynamics (platonic, romantic, or otherwise), any pitches for traits you think the characters may have based on their slightly altered backstories, or any feedback in general, feel free to share- I hope you all find this as fascinating as I did while I was writing it!

Also, @keefsteefs It’s happening, I’m doing it, it’s gonna be so fricking awesome-

#voltron #voltron au #voltron alternate universe #VLD #Voltron legendary defender #klance #voltron klance #vld klance #voltron keith #voltron lance #voltron hunk #voltron pidge #voltron allura #voltron shiro #voltron lotor

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