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zannolin · 11 months ago

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @beautyofsorrow, tagging @lordgrimwing @faebriel and anyone else who wants to do it!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

publicly associated with my account, 45. in total, including a couple i orphaned before i knew you could put them on anon, 84 i believe. 85 if you count the two chapters of that leakira zine i wrote that are up there somewhere. i could be off. but i forgot how to get to where it shows me the total number and i can't be bothered lol.

2. What's your total A03 word count?

438,464 baby. maybe 500k in 2024? who knows.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

ones 90% of you have never heard of, at this point. it fluctuates depending on whatever i'm getting ideas for, but actively at the moment, the mullverse (mostly beyonders), resident evil, and lockwood & co, national treasure (might be done with that tho, i've exhausted my must-writes). i have other stuff knocking around, like life is strange, mona lisa smile, mlp, some more shazam, bendy and the ink machine, a tlou fic...but who knows.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

ugh. 1. in this fearful fallen place (i will be your home) 2. welcome home, theseus 3. sanctuary 4. i'll carry the weight of you, i swear 5. eat you alive. it says a lot that only one of those is still publicly listed on my profile. even then i'm tempted to put it on anon. they're only my top kudos'd by virtue of being from a big fandom. definitely not my best. at all. even within that fandom. free me and my stats page.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

not all of them, but i make an effort when comments are thoughtful or especially brighten my day. it's easier now because writing for smaller very niche fandoms you don't tend to get a lot so i don't feel overwhelmed or anything, but man responding is hard sometimes. i want people to know they made me happy, though, when they do. so i try.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i mean there's that tododeku one where they both die brutally and were supposed to get married next week. there's also the batcat fic that i wrote solely for the purpose of killing bruce wayne (sorry). there's um. also the klance titanic (historical not titanic the movie) au i wrote ages ago. haha. yeah. anyway.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

all of them. hfdsjkhfs no i honestly couldn't tell you. i have a mike flanagan-ass idea of a happy ending these days. maybe three's a crowd? hell if i know.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i've had a couple instances of people harassing me over them but never like. "your fic is so bad i hate it die". so maybe?? i'm too obscure to be getting hate at this point lol. who out here is gonna read beyonders fic just to comment mean things.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do not. i did try years ago. that notebook has since been put through the shredder and dumped into the recycling bin for good measure. (yes, it was that bad.)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

technically no but i've thought about it sometimes. they've all promptly fled my head though so just trust me on this one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

gee i hope not. there's been a lot of suspicious similarities in some old cases but like. that literally does not matter to me anymore idc. it's not straight up theft in any case so not to my knowledge ig?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

again not to my knowledge but i do have blanket permissions for that if anyone ever wanted to. it's cool.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

back in the 2010s my friend and i were writing a warriors fic together. she did one chapter, i did one, etc. i've had collaborative aus as well (cat's cradle and whatnot) but not a collaboratively written fic for any of them. me and tam were writing the coma au together but we're no longer in the fandom for that anymore, rest in peace coma au you were genuinely wonderful. i'm not opposed to the idea of collab fics but they always feel like a lot of work and i'm way way way too anxious to approach anyone about them.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

ah hell. i dunno. do i have to pick one?? like right in this moment i'd say locklyle and they've been here a hot minute (like. ten years almost) but i don't really have A Favorite I'd Choose Over Anyone Else.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

mm. penumbra anastasia au haunts me. i want it out of my wips folder. also wild geese is probably never getting finished ever. i do think i'll get split ends done eventually but that one's taking forever. as for ones not posted, well, rip the gospel tent au. i might try to convert it to a short story but lord. i don't know. and don't get me started on the final girl au or the empty grave possession au. throwing myself out a window. they'll never be done i'll never be free.

16. What are your writing strengths?

uh. i honestly don't know anymore. knowing exceedingly tedious canon details to the point where i can make all sorts of metaphors and allusions relevant to said canon? i really couldn't say. introspection i guess.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

yes. next question

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i have an overbearing anxiety that i will fuck it up somehow since i am a monolingual american loser. if i ever did need to i would definitely see if there's any native speakers willing to help translate or whatever bc i am not relying on google translate for that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

like liv, lord of the rings. i still have my first fanfic btw. it's written on tinkerbell notebook paper.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

it changes. if i were to be completely objective (or as close as i can get), completely removing my emotions on fandom from the equation, prob without anesthetic. because i think i constructed it just right. being a dirty little subjective, right now i think it's three's a crowd or swallowing jupiter or the swing of things. they're all wonderfully unhinged.

#ask games #dash chatter #long post

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katelfiredemon · 3 years ago

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I don’t know if I’ll ever get back to fully writing and posting klance fanfics again, but I felt like posting part of a wip called Gifts of the Forest that I’ve been thinking about lately so here you go:

“Lance! Lance, where are you?” Keith could hear Hunk calling out Lance’s name, though the mist that was quickly settling in made it impossible to see him. Something about this mist unsettled him. Made his skin crawl.

He followed Hunk’s voice until he could almost make out his figure a few yards ahead of him. “Lance is back there a ways. I was just with him, but I’m heading home now before the mist gets too thick to find my way.” He said as Hunk came more fully into view.

“You were with him?!?” Hunk practically shouted, grabbing Keith’s shoulders. “And you left him by himself?!?! Oh no no no this is bad, this is very very bad!” He let go and started pacing back and forth muttering to himself, stumbling over some tree roots.

Keith noticed Hunk’s tone seemed different from his usual anxiety, it almost seemed frantic, which put Keith instantly on edge. “Hunk, calm down and tell me what’s wrong. Why is it bad for Lance to be alone right now?”

Hunk whirled around and gestured frantically around them. “It’s the Unearthly Ones!”

Keith looked around carefully, but didn’t see anything other than trees and the mist that was getting thicker by the moment. His first thought was that Hunk was going crazy. But throughout his past few summers here he had learned that just because he couldn’t see something didn’t mean it wasn’t there. He didn’t have The Gift after all.

“The Unearthly Ones?” Keith asked, hoping to get more of an explanation.

“Oh, right.” Hunk quickly realized Keith wouldn’t know what he was talking about and delved into a quick explanation.

“The Unearthly Ones are lost souls in the forest. They appear with the mist and lure people deep into the forest with their songs until they’re hopelessly lost.” Hunk wrung his hands anxiously glancing around them.

Keith still didn’t understand what the problem was. “Then Lance should be fine! He knows this forest like the back of his hand. If he follows the song and gets lost he can find his way back. Plus, he has The Gift of the Forest so wouldn’t that make him less susceptible to them?” Lance’s Gift meant he could communicate with the spirits of the forest and it had helped them get out of more sticky situations than he could count.

Hunk shook his head. “Normally his ability to communicate is helpful, but not in this case. The Unearthly Ones are dangerous for those with The Gift. They can hear them clearly unlike us, and if they follow them instead of just getting lost, they’ll become an Unearthly One. They’ll become part of the forest. Everyone with The Gift has part of the forest in them, so they’re unable to resist the chance to fully be one with the forest.”

Understanding finally started to sink in and fear gripped Keith’s heart. “He’ll be lost. Forever.”

#klance #klance fic wip #might post more later if people want #fanfic #my writing

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charmedseoull · 4 years ago

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Day 16: I was only going to put this in my private notes for the day, but I felt the need to share my thoughts in the public notes. I truly hope each writer I contact or read or discuss for the T50BTSFF Ao3 project truly knows how their work has affected people. These writers inspire and motivate others to write and create. Honestly I’ve put off researching on other authors until I read their fanfics so I don’t cloud my judgement or find something upsetting. As a member of the fanfiction community, I’ve seen many things. I experienced the Dirty Laundry Klance incident in 2016 firsthand and felt the after effects of the Hamilton cannibal mermaid incident. I’ve seen authors rise in popularity and get slashed down and harassed by those who though they were morally right. I have many fears when coming into this project, but I’ll only share one here. The rest are in my private notes, which will be publicly published in 5 years. I fear the truth. Some people, after they’ve written fanfiction, do not want to be found again or ever talk about their work again. I respect such, but I fear it. In this moment in time, it is one of the only moments I can be doing this. Many of the authors and readers from 2016-2017, which is where a majority of the T50 are from, could have moved on or are extremely hard to track down. Even in some of my notes, I am omitting information to protect the identities and my own private life. I am just an anonymous collector of information and I wish history to respect that. My analysis and documentation should be shared publicly if possible, but there’s a lot to respect and move on from. Personally, I find that I’m at the right place at the right time. We need to start documenting these fanfics now because if we wait any later, it’ll be too late. I’m already planning on releasing some essays and writing pieces about the BTS fanfiction culture, general fanfiction culture, and some of the commonalities in the T50BTSFF. Already, I’ve found that a majority of the fanfics are explicit. In the T50BTSFF Ao3 project, I’ll be including both complete and incomplete works. So in the end, I might not actually do only 50 fanfics.

From there, I might move on to do T100, but let’s wait on that decision. Also, there’s an entire drabble collection in the T50 that I’ll probably do individual notes on for each drabble. Here’s some observations about the T50:

-A majority of the works were started in 2017 or 2020 -> Indication of rising and falling popularity in fanfiction reading culture. 2017 = BTS’s first spike in popularity into the west with DNA. 2020 = COVID-19 Pandemic, people have more time to read and write.

-Majority of the works contain sexual content -> Displays BTS’s older userbase, sexualization of gay relationships, gay fetishization, there’s been people who’ve written about this MLM phenomena in fanfiction already and I’ll probably write my own piece on it at the end of 2021.

-Taekook is a majority of the fics for the T50 -> Most popular ship in the fandom, obsession, fan behavior analysis will have to do later

-Most popular ship combination is Taekook, Yoomin, Namjin

I’m going to have to read some things I’m uncomfortable with for this project. I’m okay with that. Some of these word counts are pushing 600k though, so I’m going to have to start keeping a more consistent reading schedule. Also some of these fanfictions have sequels, which I’ll also be reading and including in the project. Overall, the T50BTSFF Ao3 project should have both the T50 when searching for All Works and for Complete Works Only. I’m going to see how I feel at the end of 2021 before deciding if I should do the T50BTSFF on Wattpad or not. I’m determined to follow through with this project. Even if I disappear for a bit because of real life, I will return. On 11:59 of December 31st, 2021, I will take one last inhale and submit the last fully complete Fanlore page for the 50th most hit BTS fanfic on Ao3. Then at midnight, I will exhale and find my project done. It will happen, I will manifest it into being. I promise this to myself and whoever may read this in the future that I will finish this project. Nothing in the world can stop me. After the project is done, I will carry on maintenance for the pages for as long as I can. In this moment in time that God or whichever higher power has given me because of quarantine, I will use it to its fullest and make a mark in history for fandom. I say this to an empty crowd, but be prepared. I will help fandom history make our mark.

(Day 23 repost onto Tumblr)

#day16 #fanlore log #fanlore #bts

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sasuhinasno1fan · 5 years ago

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Eternal eclipse - Klance Month Week 4

I have no idea where I was going with this but it happened, so yeah. I do wanna redo week 2 of @monthlyklance at some point, but I’ve got a mer bang to finish, so don’t be too surprised if the last prompt for this week is late. Enjoy I guess. Eclipse/Victory

“I’m the sun and your the moon.”

“What does that even mean?”

“We’re apart, but an eclipse is a moment worth watching.”

Keith burst into laughter. “That made no sense.”

“Yes it does!”

“No it doesn’t.”

Crappy webcams couldn’t distort the pout on Lance’s lips.

“What I mean is when they do get to pass each other, it’s one of the world greatest wonders and us being reunited would be the airport’s greatest wonder. Or at least, me getting to see you would be mine.”

While the analogy made no sense what so ever, knowing that he was Lance’s always put a smile on his face. Even when they were miles apart.

He and Lance met at a convention and had a slight competition over who had the better mecha lion cosplay from their shared favourite show, Space Warriors. Keith wouldn’t admit it then, but Lance had won with his Blue Lion cosplay, seeing as the people he came with were engineers and had made the moving pieces of their costumes. Lance himself, despite being a professional stage manager, was able to create the light up weapons they used. Keith made his Red Lion cosplay with hard work and long nights but he was willing to wave the white flag, if Lance hadn’t been so smug about it. In the 3 days of the convention, they always seemed to bump into each other, competing over the smallest things, like who could get a better score in the game room or who could find the better deal on a plush in the dealer’s hall. Even though they spent a good amount of time arguing, Lance had given him his number and told him to call if he ever wanted to admit Lance was better.

Keith was mostly never planning but he was working on a cosplay and the top didn’t look right and he had no other friends who liked cosplay, so he texted Lance.

‘Ah, so you admit I am the better cosplayer. it’s fine, no need to send a voice memo saying so. By the way, the shirt is the wrong colour if that’s the character your going for. You can actually order to correct colour from Jo Anne’s if you want to make it yourself. Check H&M or Forever 21 for similar looking shirts in the correct colour.’

While he rolled his eyes at how utterly smug the guy sounded, he took his advice. It was easier to get the shirt and fix it up himself and it was actually surprising how close to the real thing he needed was. Their relationship continued in asking for advice on cosplays or line ups for conventions and then he happened to find Lance’s Instagram.

Keith kept his cosplays and personal life separate, but Lance combined everything. Pictures of his cat, pictures of the beach, pictures of his friends as they lounged around, somewhat professional pictures as Lance worked, even though Keith knew enough about theatre to know Lance should be completely in the dark in the booth. So, Keith started asking questions about his life, Lance asked about his and they started to become friends. Lance could still be as snooty about his cosplay skills as possible but he was always helpful when it came to offering advice. Somehow it took finding a small fandom they both liked to make them closer.

“Whoa, wait a second. You like Kirarin Revolution?”

“Yeah?” Keith had been playing his usual cosplay making focus playlist and the second opening had come on and Lance heard it over the phone.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to find someone who likes that anime? Almost no one knows it! I’ve been trying to find someone to be my Hiroto to my Seiji for a cosplay. What convention are you going to next?”

“Um, Galaxy Con?”

“Prefect, text me your sizes. we’re doing a cosplay together.”

“Wait, my size?”

“How else am I suppose to make your cosplay?”

“Wait what?”

Lance would not be swayed and when he arrived at his hotel on badge pick up day, like a hound dog, Lance found him and put him in his cosplay to do finishing touches. He even styled his wig for him.

“Why don’t we do this more?” Lance asked as he fixed the feathered pieces for the coat.

“Because you live in LA and I live in Texas.”

Despite Lance claiming not a lot of people knew the anime, they had made quite a hit at the convention. He became good friends with Hunk and Pidge and got to see another side to Lance that wasn’t hidden in smugness. Lance was actually a pretty nice guy and once they had separated again, they still kept that closeness they gained during that convention. They had even started to stream animes together, texting each other on everything.

Even with the distance between and the fact that they didn’t always go to the same convention and see each other, they kept getting closer and closer. One day, they were video chatting and Lance had been falling asleep on himself. His cat had joined him and was asleep herself and looking at him with his face squished by his hand, his half awake eyes and how he was all cosied up, Keith couldn’t help thinking he looked really cute.

He might not of been one for relationships, but was he even considering doing a relationship when your significant other lived so far away. Ok, maybe not that far, but long distance was hard. There was a reason it had such a stigma around it, even if people claimed it could work out.

Keith broached the subject and while ecstatic that Lance felt the same, he’d been as worried as Lance was. They were such good friends, what if this relationship didn’t work?

It took a lot of communication to make it work. Keith tended to keep things inside, including his nerves about how to act around Lance when they could meet at conventions. Lance was always nervous he’d be too clingy. There was a good moment where they stopped talking because not talking meant things couldn’t change or get worse. It was miserable and if it hadn’t been for Shiro – and Hunk on Lance’s side – it would of kept up. Once they talked everything through, it got better. It wasn’t like they’d go ages without seeing each other. Keith always saved up his vacation days at the Fire Station for conventions and he was always working so often anyway that the guys kept insisting he take more time off. Plus they loved teasing him about Lance, trying to sneak into the background of any video calls.

Lance would talk to Keith during shows that he knew the cues for like the back of his hand. He considered it worth getting in trouble for. he’d always count down to the next convention they’d meet at, somehow always knowing where he’d bump into Keith. they’d been doing it for a year now. There were long periods were they couldn’t see each other at conventions, maybe due to flight issues or work and the distance, while manageable, did hurt. Keith didn’t know why he didn’t just take a random week off when the theatre Lance worked with was in the dark and just spend the week with him. Maybe the fear that without conventions, they’d fall apart. Not a healthy way to live, which was why he was sure Lance announced on this very chat he was coming to visit him. Which kinda lead to their discussion on eclipses. When Lance was in town, in between actually hanging out and not sticking to a convention schedule, he wanted to make a couples cosplay with him. they’d been bouncing back ideas, almost going with Zuko and Sokka from ATLA (even though Keith knew he was more into Zuko and Katara), when Keith went on a tangent about the BNHA manga.

“You know I rarely read manga half the time.” Lance complained.

“I think you’ll like this one. The artist made this little drawing moon Todoroki and Sun Izuku and tododeku shippers have been going insane. it’s a whole huge thing now. I mean, everyone already says things like ‘oh the moon and sun get to kiss each other during an eclipse’. I must of seen 1000 fan arts of those two getting their kiss.”

“Oh! We should do that! it’ll be like us!”

which then lead back into their current conversation.

“Lance, when I get to see you, it’s not going to be a one time thing to kiss you. If it’s up to me, I wouldn’t stop. We might not even get any cosplay work done because I’ll be too busy kissing you.”

“Ooh, eternal eclipse. Kinda like the final battle with the Dead Moon Circus.”

Keith furrowed his brow. “What?”

“Sailor Moon? My god Keith, we might not be doing any cosplay stuff if I have to school you on essential anime.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “It’s not essential.”

“Keith, it’s changed the whole game. it’s essential.”

Keith could put up being school with ‘essential anime’, as long as he got Lance with it.

#monthlyklance #long distance relationship #otaku keith #otaku lance

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musicanddancingthroughlife · 5 years ago

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Langst/Klance -- Pierrot

Okay guys, I know I forgot to upload something last week but this is like. My longest chapter yet, I guess. It is Klance, which I haven’t written in a while, and it’s probably super rough cause I hate myself and won’t go back and edit, but hey, have. Other than that, I hate myself and that sums up a lot of aspects of my life right now.

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“Hunk? Hunk, where’d you go? All right, so Coran isn’t as good of a cook as you are, but I think by now we should be used to that, there’s no need to run from it.”

Lance stopped short when he heard loud sobs and that too quick breathing that signaled Hunk’s anxiety attacks. Lance didn’t hesitate, though. “Hey, Hunk? Can I touch you, buddy?” His friend shifted under his mess of blankets, shivering and shaking. Lance swept him up into a hug, holding close for a few minutes before he grasped one of Hunks’ larger hands in one of his own. He settled their joined hands on Lance’s chest, Hunk instantly using lance’s heartbeat to steady his gasping breath.

It took several minutes, but Lance sat patiently, whispering reassurance and comfort in both English and Spanish. Once he was sure Hunk was calmed down, he pulled back into a tight hug, letting Hunk weep into his neck, uncaring of how the tears were dampening his clothes and making him uncomfortable. “Wanna talk?” Hunk nodded, but it was still a while before he said anything. And when he did, Lance felt his heart stop.

“Lance, what am I doing here? I’m not a pilot like you guys; I don’t even like flying. How can I save the universe if I can’t even do basic flight exercises like today’s?” And with that, he burst into a fresh wave of tears.

Lance contented himself with rubbing Hunk’s back, letting him cry out his insecurities and frustration, but he didn’t let that stop him from trying to assuage those fears. “Come on, man, you’re one of the two smartest people on our team! 50% of our brain power! Maybe something like 33% if we’re really gonna count Coran, but let’s also keep in mind that you’re the reason we’re not dying of starvation or too much exposure to goo, so at the very least, you deserve more credit than that. And you’ve come so far! Yellow is lucky to have you as her pilot! And you’ve got some of the top skills in the training rooms, don’t you? You’re just behind Shiro and Keith!

“And come on, it’s not like you’re the only making mistakes! Remember last week when I accidentally used those weird pellet gun things and shot Shiro in the ass? And what about when I was racing Keith and wound up making both of us crash into the ground? Was that stupid, or what?” Lance belted out a laugh, cringing inwardly when it sounded just a little too loud, but thankfully Hunk didn’t seem to notice. He just let out a weak giggle, but Lance could see that there were still tears in his eyes. That was fine. He had plenty of stories to entertain Hunk with.

Keith was annoyed. Why was he always the one having to track down Lance when he wandered off? It’s not like Keith was his keeper or anything. Hell, he didn’t even like Lance!

…Okay, maybe that was a lie, because what wasn’t to like? Honestly, Keith was just as infatuated as he was irritated, even at that moment, which was impressive because at that moment, Keith felt more horrified at what he was hearing. First, the very idea that Hunk was doubting his worth on the team, was ridiculous, and he wished that he knew what to say in order to make him feel better, but at least Lance was handling that okay. Keith just wished it wasn’t at Lance’s own expense.

At first, he was just surprised at hearing Lance recount those stories, stories which made Lance look like an idiot who can’t do anything right. He was pleased to hear that Hunk was seeming to cheer up, but he also knew that Lance’s laughter wasn’t completely honest. There was a tinge of pain to it. Lance normally tried to avoid reminders of those moments, and here he was, voluntarily sharing them, just to help a friend.

More laughter spilled from the room, and Keith bit his lip. Lance’s laughter was sounding more and more broken as he continued sharing stories. Thankfully he had begun reminding Hunk of all the good he had done, both before and after Voltron, but the tears in Lance’s voice were starting to hurt him. Thankfully, it was really only a couple minutes later when Hunk and Lance stepped out of Hunk’s room, arms slung over each other’s shoulders. Keith felt a pang in his chest.

“Keith!” Hunk’s eyes were rimmed with red, but the beaming smile he gave Keith told him that Lance had succeeded in making his friend feel better. “Did you need something?”

“Coran and Allura wanted me to tell you guys that we’re ready to have dinner, if you want to join us.” His eyes drifted over to Lance, and found himself amazed by how Lance was able to mask the pain in his eyes. Sure, Keith could still tell, because he was actively looking for it, but no one else would have any idea. How did he do that? Why would he do that?

Hunk quickly ducked under Lance’s arm to clasp a large hand on Keith’s shoulder. “Well, let’s get to it, man, I’m starving!” And Hunk began to drag Keith away, leaving Lance behind to follow. Keith glanced back, but when he did, he just saw Lance flash a wide grin at him, and then Hunk was pulling him around a corner.

The next time he saw Lance was a few minutes after he and Hunk had seated themselves, when he quietly slipped into the dining hall. He was just a little too quiet while they ate, but nobody else seemed to notice, and that’s when Keith resolved to keep a closer eye on his sharpshooter.

“Lance! You’re not nearly fast enough!” Lance’s concentration broken, Pidge managed to catch his foot with her katar. Startled at the unexpected catch, she accidentally shocked him, and Lance yelped in pain, crashing to the ground.

“Oh my god, Lance, I am so sorry!” Pidge started to rush over, but Allura stopped her before she could.

“Lance!” she snapped impatiently, “get up, now, and try again!” Lance was amazed. She wanted him to what? He just got shocked with who knows how much electricity! Hunk and Keith stared in shock, first looking at Allura in disbelief, then at Lance, still on the ground, trying to breathe through the pain coursing through him, and finally at Shiro, begging him to do something. He stepped forward.

“Allura, come on, we’ve all been training for hours. We’re exhausted.”

“You guys are fine. Go get some rest. Lance still has a lot of work he needs to do, and he’s never going to improve if he doesn’t stop wasting our time!” These last words were focused on Lance, who squeezed his eyes shut, shooting hand rhythmically flexing and relaxing. He felt a stab of shame in his chest. Of course, she was right. He was the weak link. He was behind everybody else in hand-to-hand, hell, even Pidge just took him down! They were never going to get anywhere with him being such a baby about training.

“Allura—” Shiro began, but Lance cut him off.

“No, she’s right.” Lance shakily got to his feet, small gasps and grunts escaping him as he forced his wobbly legs to support his weight. “I can do better, just let me go again.”

Shiro looked less than impressed. “Lance, you can barely stand. Let’s just call it a day and we can hit it hard in the morning.” And hell, Lance wanted nothing more than to be able to take a break. He wasn’t positive how long they had been going so far, but he knew it was at least a couple of hours – usually they train hand-to-hand for two, taking turn so everyone could rest, and so that they could each practice with varying styles and techniques. Then they would take an extra hour in the shooting range, and then move on to team building exercises before finishing for the day. Briefly, he wondered how long Allura wanted him to continue practicing.

“There, you see? He gets it, at least.” Oh, he got it all right. He was a failure, as usual, and he needed to work harder to catch up, to not bring his friends down. People could die if he wasn’t good enough. Lance gritted his teeth, preparing himself to go again. “Come on, Pidge, I won’t make it as easy on you this time.”

“Actually, I believe Coran needed both Pidge and Hunk for a project today, so if you two would go get showered and then meet with him, that would be fantastic.” Allura’s face was set, decisive. Pidge and Hunk were done for the day. Lance blinked.

“Okay… Shiro, will you run through it with me again? I know I can get it.” He really didn’t, but he wasn’t going to stop until he did, so it wasn’t like he had any other choice.

“Lance, I need Shiro so we can plan our next course of action. Got that, Shiro?” Her voice was hard and unforgiving, but still, Shiro hesitated, looking back at Lance almost questioningly. Lance shook his head. “It’s fine, Shiro, I’m sure Keith will help me?” Keith stepped forward, but Allura spoke up again.

“Honestly, Lance! Keith spends too much time training as is. You are the only one who needs the extra practice, stop trying to guilt the others into staying behind to help you. Keith, I don’t want to see you anywhere near the training room until tomorrow, when we are in fact scheduled to train.” The look in her eyes dared Keith to argue, and Lance knew him well enough to know that he needed to step in.

“Don’t worry, Princess, I can do it on my own. More fun to have company, but you’re right. Keith deserves a break.” Lance couldn’t look them in the eye. Not only was he going to struggle with the training itself, but now he was going to be isolated from his friends for who knows how long. What a day.

Keith clenched his fists, anger rushing through him. Lance was trying just as hard as any of them! In fact, he was trying harder than most of them! This was ridiculous, and he had no idea why Allura was acting the way she was. Like Lance needed a punishment or something! But with Lance agreeing with her, Keith couldn’t see how he could stay behind to help him with the combination.

“Lance, if you need to see the combo again – though you really shouldn’t, seeing as Shiro and Keith demonstrated it numerous times for you and you would have it if you had been paying attention – you can recall it on the databases here in the training room. You will practice until you get the combo, and until either Shiro or myself can confirm that you know it.” And without another word, she swept out of the room, calling to the other paladins on her way out.

Slowly, hesitantly, Pidge and Hunk wished Lance good luck, before they left to find Coran. Shiro look sympathetic, but ultimately, there wasn’t much they could do. Especially where Lance was willing to just put in the extra time. Already, he was gulping down some water, shuffling and shifting to allow his feet to find the beginning stance. Keith wanted nothing more than to stay behind, to offer some help or advice or dammit, even just some company! Lance needed people, and to cut him off from everyone like this was unnecessarily cruel. But before he could even offer any encouraging words, Lance was moving his way through the combination, slowly mapping out each step. Keith sighed, but then he followed the rest of their friends out of the training room.

Hopefully Lance would be okay.

Of course, none of them saw Lance again until way after dinner. The other paladins had long since headed to bed, but Keith had been unable to sleep and was in the middle of debating whether it was safe to go to the training room or not when Lance came stumbling out of it. Trailing behind Allura, he looked beaten and exhausted. His hair and clothes were soaked through with sweat and Keith suspected he was favoring his leg. Meanwhile Allura looked smug, pleased with the knowledge that her slowest paladin was improving, that they were that much closer to defeating Zarkon. Lance slowly shuffled towards the kitchen, but Allura stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she questioned.

Lance frowned. “I haven’t eaten yet…”

“It’s far too late to be making another mess in the kitchen,” she looked at him disapprovingly, and Keith felt anger rising to the surface. “It’d be best if you slept instead. Eat in the morning.” Keith gaped at her, but he was unnoticed by the two of them. Really, that just meant that once Allura had turned Lance towards the direction of their bedrooms, Keith was in the perfect position to see the pained resignation cross Lance’s face.

Before he even realized it, Keith had retrieved some light food from the kitchen and was knocking on Lance’s door. He left the foot on the floor, where Lance would hopefully see it, and then scurried around the corner as quickly and quietly as he could. He heard the door open, there was a few seconds of silence and then some rustling before the door shut again. When Keith peeked around the corner, the food was gone.

Only a couple days later, and Keith was again frustrated about Lance. It looked like he still hadn’t recovered fully from that long night in the training room, and he couldn’t understand why. Shiro had been really careful in making sure that nothing like that happened again, but that didn’t stop Allura from pushing Lance’s limits as hard as she could get away with when Shiro wasn’t looking. But despite this, Lance still looked so tired all the time.

That night, at dinner, Keith kept a close eye on Lance. He seemed normal, though tired, and it wasn’t until after dinner that he realized Lance wasn’t retiring to his room like most of the rest of the paladins were. Instead, he headed to the training room. Keith camped out outside, bored out of his mind, but more determined to find out if Lance was really okay or not. Lance logged a good three hours before he finally came out of the locker room exit. He was breathing heavily, gasping for air, and muscles loose and trembling, but otherwise seemed unharmed. Keith forced himself to relax as he followed Lance down the hallway from a distance. Lance gulped down a water pouch, and then set off to the Lion Hangar, where Pidge was still absorbed in her latest project.

“Pidge.” It was quiet, and the reaction was slight, but Keith still recognized how Pidge flinched and her shoulders shot up to her ears. “When are you going to go to bed?”

“None of your business!” Pidge spat, and Keith was more than surprised at the venom in the girl’s voice. Lance only sighed.

“Pidge. You need to sleep. Please.” Was this why he was so tired? He was trying to make sure Pidge was getting to bed? Keith looked at Pidge critically. If that was the case, he really wasn’t doing a good job. But, he realized with a pang, that wasn’t his fault. No one else was trying to get Pidge to sleep at all, and it was obvious she desperately needed the rest.

“Fuck off, Lance, I don’t need a babysitter.” Lance flinched, but refused to back down. “Come on, just one night. You haven’t slept more than a couple of hours in who knows how many days.”

Pidge narrowed her eyes. “Have you been keeping tabs on me?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Well no one else is and the only people who really care are who knows where and I’m trying to find them, so leave me alone.”

There were a few moments of silence where Keith wondered if he should intervene. Before he could, Lance spoke up again. “I know you have nightmares, Pidge.” Pidge froze. “Come on, did you really think I wouldn’t notice, kid? You’re pushing yourself too far. Keep it up and you won’t control when you collapse from exhaustion. You’ve gotta sleep at some point. At least this way, you’ll have more control over when and how.”

Pidge shook her head, but even Keith could tell that her eyes were glazing with tears. “Pidge, come on. I’ll stay with you. You don’t have to worry about nightmares. I chase nightmares for my siblings all the time.” Lance’s hands fisted briefly, then relaxed again. Pidge looked up at Lance pleadingly. “Would you really stay?” she asked hesitantly.

Lance bent down without another word, scooping her up into his arms. “Of course I will. If Matt can’t be here to do it for you, then I’ll gladly fill in for him until he can, don’t worry.”

When Keith saw them the next morning, Lance looked even more exhausted than before, but Pidge was obviously more relaxed and clearheaded.

Everyone expressed their joy at Pidge getting rest, and they praised her for finally taking some time to herself.

She didn’t mention a single word about how Lance basically had to force her to finally get some sleep, or that he was the whole reason she felt comfortable for doing so in the first place.

And no one else seemed to notice how Lance was so tired he could barely keep a handle on his emotions during training that day.

In fact, Keith suspects it was because of that loose grip on his emotions that the disaster that was training really occurred.

“Lance, come on, really try here! Everyone else is working so hard, and they’re doing great, just try a little harder for us! We’re a team, and we can’t be that if we have to drag you along on missions.”

Keith knew, okay, he knew that Shiro was under a lot of stress. He was still young, only a little older than them, and he’d suffered a lot of trauma that no one should ever have to go through. But, really? Lance was so tired, and he was trying so hard, and he was doing so much for all of them. He didn’t deserve this.

Lance, though, merely looked up at Shiro from where he was laying on the floor, eyes bleary and unfocused. Shiro clenched his jaw, visibly willing himself to dredge up some of that incredible patience he’s always preaching at Keith about. “Lance, if you won’t take this seriously, then we have no reason to keep you on as a paladin. I’ve been trying to defend you from Allura, but honestly? She’s right. You need to work harder and take this more seriously, and if you can’t even do that then I don’t know why you’re bothering to stick around.”

Keith glanced around for help from Pidge and Hunk, but they were far on the other side of the training room, and hadn’t noticed what was happening yet. Keith slowly stepped forward. “Shiro, maybe we should…” Shiro barely glanced at him when he walked past, all but racing out of the training room, leaving Lance an overtired and emotional mess on the floor. At first, they both just sat there in silence, but then Lance visibly steeled himself, taking a deep breath and choking back tears. And when he finally staggered to his feet, wiping his eyes clear of any moisture, Keith felt like his heart might break.

“He’s right, it’s fine. I’m going to go take a breather, and I’ll come back to try again after dinner, I think. I need to get this right.” For a moment, Keith couldn’t breathe, his heart and soul ached so much for this sad, lost boy in front of him, but before he could gather his thoughts enough to speak, Lance had taken off.

He didn’t see him again until very late in the night, or early in the morning, depending on your perspective. Keith had been heading to the kitchen to get a water pouch, but instead barely managed to stop himself from walking into Shiro having a panic attack. Keith was more surprised by that than by the fact Lance was talking him down from it. He had Shiro’s hand clutched against his own chest, helping him to time his breaths, and he was gently chattering away about his family, joking with Shiro as if it wasn’t a one-sided conversation during which the other participant was having a full-scale attack. It was impressive, but when you looked closely, it wasn’t hard to see that Lance’s hands were trembling, and there were tears in his eyes.

Some time later, it was evident that Shiro was too tired to notice any of those things, as he instead broke down into tears once he’d calmed down enough. Lance stayed with him the entire time, and Keith kept a silent vigil over his friend. The two of them didn’t retire until the day castle had begun shifting into its day cycle. And if anyone else noticed that Lance was starting to look a little less vibrant, a little less happy, a little less excited about life, they didn’t say anything. Lance appeared to wish to just brush it off, and Keith was content to bide his time.

But that wasn’t going to last too long.

“I don’t know how to help you, okay!” The quiet that followed that outburst was just as loud. Keith couldn’t bear it. Lance should never look this depressed, this dejected. “Lance.”

There was silence, Lance refused to glance up and acknowledge Keith, so he tried again.

“Lance. Please. Look at me.” Another few seconds of silence before Lance shook his head weakly. Feeling the pain in his chest tighten, Keith tried again. He had a vision of Lance comforting and coaching Hunk through a panic attack, Lance running himself ragged training for Allura’s peace of mind, Lance’s willingness to sacrifice his own sleep to ensure Pidge slept, the trust and faith he placed in Shiro, despite consistently feeling that Shiro didn’t even like him, forget about trusting him.

“Just. Please. I just want you to be honest. Be you. Please, just be selfish for a few minutes. I promise, I’ll still be here. I don’t… I don’t need you to be anything but yourself. Please.” Still silence. “You’ve done so much for all of us, and I need you to know that even if you didn’t stretch yourself so thin for all of us, we would all still love you. We would still value you. You’re our friend. None of us knew what we were getting into, but we do all know that none of us would be here without you. We wouldn’t have even found Blue, we would’ve give up, I don’t know what exactly, I just know that we wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, and that we can’t do this without you!” Keith’s voice went soft, and Lance stood frozen, looking back at Keith with a shocked expression. “I can’t do this without you, Lance, and I can’t stand to watch you push yourself so hard and get no credit or appreciation or even a thank you. You’re worth more than that to me, and I know you’re worth more than that to the others, too.”

Lance’s lower lip trembled. “I can’t not help them, Keith.”

Keith stepped forward, placed gentle hands on Lance’s shoulders, carefully pulled him into a hug. “I know, Lance, I know,” This close, he knew to keep his voice quiet, murmuring directly into Lance’s ear. “I love you for that, but you can’t push too hard too fast. You deserve better, and we want more than that for you. I promise. Just talk to us, we can be there for you, just like you’re there for us. I’ll be there for you, if you’ll let me.” Keith felt his face flush, but he forced himself to stay put. Lance needed him more, right then.

They stood there for several minutes, no sound save for Lance’s quiet sobs and Keith’s hushed reassurances and promises.

“I’ll try.”

#langst #klance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #vld #vld fic #voltron #voltron fic #voltron legendary defender #fluff #emotional hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #no triggers i think #mywriting #jessi rambles

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its-artsy-author · 5 years ago

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ace up your transformed sleeve

hey! it’s nico, back at it again with some voltron fic! read it on ao3 if you like that better!

ship(s): klance

word count: 1,314

tw/cws: periods, blood/mentions of blood, fear of rejection, fear of transphobia (don’t worry everyone’s a respectable human being in this), and hopefully ok written ptsd

Lance's limbs were numb with sleep and the world was a black mist around him, covering him, choking him, metal arms around his neck melding with human flesh, the popping of gunfire and the brushing of his prosthetic leg against his- and then he remembered his eyes were closed.

He opened his eyes thickly, blinking sleep out of his eyes and feeling an uncomfortable film covering them. He blinked again. One more time. Okay, it's gone.

He peered blearily down at the mess of long black hair tickling his nose and the soft porcelain features that accompanied it. Lance pressed a soft kiss to Keith's forehead and tucked his legs against Keith's.

Keith's legs used to be the colder ones. Now searing metal, attached at the left knee after a near-fatal injury and infection, beat out Keith by at least five degrees.

It was then, as he slowly came to groggy awareness at... he glanced at the small digital altean lettering glowing on the wall. 3:32 in the morning, that he noticed something. An inkling. Just a little niggle of something brushing at the edges of his brain with the tips of ghost-light feathers.

The inside of his thighs were sticky. He moved them a little more, confirming his suspicions, then shot out of bed- or, at least, got out as quickly as he could without waking his significant other.

He slipped quietly into the small adjoined bathroom to their shared suite, gifted from Allura with a "Oh, don't be ridiculous! The single bedrooms are much too small." and being practically shoved to the other end of the castle.

Lance wasn't really sure what she meant by that comment. He didn't understand plenty of things that his old classmates had traded sly looks and giggles about.

Lance returned his thoughts to his rather precarious situation. He peered downwards- yup, definitely a period. They had been more sporadic since he'd started T, but it was perfectly possible that he could have a period randomly. He breathed slowly. Inhale. Exhale. Again.

Okay, he thought, let's think through this logically- wow, that's a first, he joked to himself. Alright. One. I have my period in space. The first one in space, even after a year. Wow, I've been lucky.

Two. I have no menstrual products. What kind of person just carries that shit while sneaking out on the town to play pinball and try to weasel a beer out of a weak-willed bartender?

Three. I'm not out to anyone on the team except Hunk, and the girls will probably get mad when i ask because I'll be awkward and they think I'm cis.

Lance huffed. He tiptoed to his dresser, picking out plain black boxer shorts and slipping them on uncomfortably. The underwear he'd been wearing before dangled gingerly from his fingertips.

Lance snuck carefully to the door and winced at the whooshing sound it made as he exited his room. He tiptoed uncomfortably through the wide metal halls of the castleship. The washer loaded quickly with the alien version of tide pods. He wondered if aliens had the tide pod challenge. Huh.

"What are you doing?"

Lance whipped around, pressing his back against the wall and breathing heavily at the short, skeptical figure in front of him. "Oh, uh-"

Pidge scoffed, unimpressed. "Why are you washing a girl's soaked panties in the middle of the night? Wait, nevermind- I don't want to know." They made a disgusted face.

"Oh, I just got my peri- shit." Lance had begun to respond on autopilot. Goddamnit. Those 'auto' things. First autocorrect, now this?

Pidge scrunched up their nose in confusion. "You got your- oh." They whistled in sympathy. "You don't have any stuff, do you?

Lance nodded stiffly, shuffling from foot to foot. A droplet of blood began to trickle down the inside of his thigh. He grimaced at the warm, wet feeling.

Pidge turned. "Follow me." Pidge often asked people to follow them without elaboration. It was one of those things you got used to. He followed them down a wide branch of the main cleaning room.

Pidge disappeared into a small supply closet, it seemed. "Wait here." Lance did just that, shifting uncomfortably as his underwear got more and more soaked.

It was just then that Pidge returned, producing a packet of tampons and another of pads. "I wasn't sure what you use. I picked 'em up at that Earth store." Lance flushed, embarrassed, snatching up the pads and ducking his head as he retreated to his room. He muttered a quiet 'thank you' so soft it was barely audible. Pidge caught it with a smile.

Keith was sitting up in bed when Lance returned. "Where were you?" They inquired, furrowing their eyebrows.

Lance rubbed at his wrists. "I have something to do first, can it wait?" Keith tutted, but let him retreat into the bathroom with a fresh pair of underwear.

Keith waited impariently, tapping their foot on the bed frame insistently.

Lance returned, sitting next to them on the bed awkwardly. "Okay, gotta psych myself up." He muttered to himself.

Keith looked at him in confusion. "Psych yourself up for what?"

Lance took a deep, bracing breath. "I'm trans."

Keith scrunched up his face in confusion. "So, you, uh, you're a girl?"

Lance waved his hands frantically in an attempt to backtrack. "Nonono! No, Keith, I was assigned, uh, female," he winced quietly at the word. "at birth. I'm a male. I'm a boy."

Keith shrugged. "Why does that matter? You're still a boy. Just because your anatomy doesn't line up with your gender doesn't invalidate who you are. Anyway, you already know I'm non-binary. I'm cool with it."

"But- but you like boys. Why are you gonna be with someone who's not a rea-"

Keith cut him off angrily. "I swear to god, if you finish that sentence with 'real boy' I'm going to punch you. You are a real boy. I'm not going to take anything else for an answer."

Lance fretted, picking at his thumbnail. "But don't you want sex? I can't, like, dick you down if I don't have a dick. And I never really was into sex anyways, so how's that gonna work?"

Keith chuckled. "I'm asexual. I'm never gonna want anything more than kissing and cuddling and hand-holding. You're good."

"Wait, what?"

"Hmm?"

"Tell me what that... asexual thing means again." Lance looked a strange combination of nervous and excited.

"Uh, okay." Keith scratched the back of his head. "Asexuality is, in its most basic form, a lack of sexual attraction. It's got, like, a whole range, from repulsed asexuals like me that are, quite frankly, disgusted with that whole sex thing and are never gonna want it to flexible asexuals that are a little more open to sex and will do it for a partner to please them. Or it's possible to fall in between."

"Holy shit," Lance whispered, growing more excited as he continued speaking. "Holy shit! Ahh! Yes!" Lance threw his arms around Keith, shouting, "Oh my god, there's a word for it!" and dissolving into relieved laughter.

"Uh... What?"

Lance grinned widely. "Oh my god, I always felt like that second one- flexible, right? But, like, I was always uncomfortable with sex and talking about it and stuff with a sort of like 'what are you doing? why is that so important to you?' sorta feeling. Ahh! There's a word for it!"

Keith winced. "Volume, Lance."

"Okay!" Lance whisper-shouted, falling back on his bedsheets and yanking Keith down with a yelp.

Lance pulled Keith close as they latched around them like a koala, pressing their face against his neck and exhaling soft puffs of breath that washed over his skin only mildly uncomfortably.

Lance kissed the top of their head gently.

He whispered softly, in the dead of night, "there's a word for it."

#voltron #no sheith #shaladins dni #nonbinary keith #trans lance #ace lance #ace keith #pidge is ace too but they dont really mention it #pidge holt #keith kogane #lance mcclain #set in that weird time period where nothing's going on that i see in fics so much

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stardust-and-blades · 5 years ago

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Winter Kiss

Yoooo klance drabble I finished on my insta :3

Summary: Lance, a fire fey, sneaks into winter fey territory out of curiosity to see if the gruesome legends are true. Little does he know he will meet a beautiful boy with a sharp tongue and a warm heart.

Pairings: Keith/Lance Fandom: Voltron

He was starlight against the fog of evening.

Lance is not one to venture beyond the summer court territories, one to bathe in the sun’s rays than to slip through the icy terrain separating warmth and cold.

They were at war. Fire fey had a sunset sea glass towering over the border between territory, a blistering beacon of defiance against their foes. A fragile looking wall containing the strength of the Gods, awaiting the other half to challenge it. To break it. To unleash a different form of war.

Little did the fire fey know was their very own approaching the wall, using their craft to exit as much as he can enter. Winter may not be able to approach, but summer can manipulate as they please.

As he crawled through the opening, as the heat pouring from his skin filled into a lukewarm feeling, he carefully settled his foot on snow. He nearly jumped ten feet in the air with how cold it was. What little winter they had (which was not much) was never this intense. Lance has not even felt snow before, which was one of the few reasons he crossed the barrier.

Allura used to tell him horror stories of the winter fey. Of their conquests and deceit. Their eerie gaze that can freeze you in place. The fangs protruding from their lips, ice daggers waiting to sink into the only warmth they desired: blood.

But there was one story that really stood out to Lance. One she did not speak often. But after a trial of a prisoner taking place years back when she was entering her late teens, her black and white tales molted into grey. She spoke of secret marriages. Of children born of winter and summer. Of a resistance group looking to join the territories rather than destroy one another. And while she had to shush herself upon sensing more than the ears she intended to whisper to, she made sure Lance listened carefully. Openly. To not be like the others.

Hence him passing the wall.

And maybe because he saw someone peering in from the outside, the only sign if it being fey was the dark hair sprinkled with snowflakes passing through the bushes.

Lance was going to find out who the fey was.

Maybe see if the tales about them are true.

Or if allura was right in the winter fey not being complete monsters.

So he set off. He followed tracks in the snow, the glistening white trees diamonds in the sun.

As he made his way to a clearing, he noted how the soft crunch of his shoes turned to shattered glass. Lance looked down to see the change, and noticed how he had set foot on a frozen lake.

And on top of the lake was a dancing boy.

The same boy with the dark hair, who hadn’t noticed Lance before Lance took another step on the fragile water.

He was beautiful. He glided on the surface with such ease, Lance questioned if he was a water nymph. His ears were long and pointed, decorated in fine crystals the shape of tears. He had stripped away his coat, the fur thrown to the side in order for him to freely skate with his black pants and white shirt. His skates, sharp as the newly forged blades by the fire blacksmiths. Except when they strike they did not exhume ash, but rather puffs of frost.

Summer and winter.

Fire and ice.

Ash and frost.

Hot and cold.

They were the opposites of the same coin. Destined to hate each other, proclaimed to be forever enemies.

If that was the case, then why did Lance feel no animosity? Why did he want to take a chance and introduce himself?

Why did he want to be dancing next to his sworn enemy?

Maybe it was because he was vulnerable in such state, completely unaware of Lance’s presence. Maybe it was because of Allura’s intriguing stories, sparking curiosity rather than resentment.

Maybe it was because he wanted to be part of the tale that defied all odds. Believed in peace rather than conflict.

But he is 100% sure it wasn’t because of the knife rapidly flying towards his head.

Lance screamed and ducked, the knife imbedding itself in tree bark.

He whirled around to the winter male. He stopped his dancing, his feet in a stance prepped for battle. He had two daggers in his palms, no doubt he held more somewhere on his body for easy access.

He narrowed his violet eyes, an arm arching back to chuck a dagger when Lance placed his hands in the air.

“WOAH WOAH WOAH, I’m not here to fight!”

“You have five seconds to explain why you were watching me before this knife meets its mark.” The boy said, ice gathering at the tips of the blade, elongating it’s already sinister edge.

“Um...”

“Five, four—“

“Hey give me a moment to gather my senses—“

“Three, two—“

“I was distracted by how pretty you were dancing oKAY?” Lance screamed.

The boy stopped counting.

“What?”

Lance threw his hands up. “I was curious. I crossed the barrier to check out this winter wonderland to see if it really was the scary, cold dungeon my side makes it out to be. I was thinking ‘hey lets take a look and maybe there are some softies or some cute animals’, not get a KNIFE to my HEAD”

He blinked, slowly lowering his arms. “You...wanted to see animals.”

“That’s what you took away from the response?”

He paused, looking over Lance. “How do I know you’re not lying?”

Lance sighed and lowered his arms halfway, his sun-kissed jacket flapped partially open as he kept his stance unguarded.

“You can search me. I have no weapons.”

“If I approach you so candidly you could stab me when I least expect it.”

“WOW, paranoid much?”

“I’m cautious.”

Lance snorted, his fear over the winter fey withering away. “Okay, Mr. paranoia. How should I prove myself to you?”

The boy pursed his lips, eyes traveling from the top of his head, down the front of his bright clothing, and back up again. Violets met azure, and if not for his keen hearing, Lance would have drowned from the beauty of the orbs that rivaled the dusk.

“Strip.”

Lance’s mind came to a screeching halt.

“What?”

The boy waved his blade towards him, nonchalant. “Take off the layers. It’s the only way I can be sure you don’t have an alternative motive.”

“I am NOT getting naked for you.”

He cocked his head to the side, his brow furrowed in confusion. “I’m not saying to get naked.”

“You just told me to strip.”

“Yes, but—“ he stopped, tossing what he said in his head until it dawned on him. Blush creeped on his pale cheeks.

“O-oh. I-I meant your top layers. Your jacket and anything that would hide what is apparent.”

“So not fully naked.”

The blush increased. “No.”

A cocky grin made it to Lance’s face. “You know if you want to see me in all my sunny glory you could just—“

The boy threw a warning knife, grazing Lance’s ear. Lance instantly shut up, having a deep feeling if he kept talking at least one of his arms would be pinned to the tree.

He unfurled his vest and coat. They were like lava against the white snow, bleeding to touch and burn everything in its wake. Crisp leaves amidst autumn; the blessing of the sun as it dips into the ether at the end of the day.

The clothes may be off, but Lance radiated the same essence the clothing did, his skin glistening despite the cold. If the boy was effected, he didn’t show it. He walked up to Lance cautiously, padding what’s left of his outfit (pants and a thin tunic). He made sure to avoid Lance’s gaze, poking and prodding but did not have an ounce of harshness in his touch. He was almost...gentle. As if Lance were a deer he was going to scare away if he wasn’t careful.

When he was deemed in the clear, the boy took a couple of steps back to allow Lance to put on his clothes.

“So since I did a strip tense,” lance joked. “I think you owe me your name in return.”

He hesitated, but after checking Lance, he doubted he could do any real harm besides embarrassing him.

“My name is Keith.”

“Wait,” Lance said, going still. “Keith. As in, the same Keith who is the knight of the winter palace?”

The legendary knight. The same one who had taken down dozens upon dozens of Lance’s kind, as well as his own when faced with betrayal. Rumors scoured the lands of Keith being so good at his job, the victim’s bodies couldn’t be found.

And yet here was Lance, literally looking him dead in the eye and somehow still breathing.

Lance expected him to do a 180 and kill him then and there, forever silencing the fire fey that managed to sneak across the barrier and find the knight of nightmares. He imagined a blade making a home in his vitals, his blood drenching the canvas beneath him in crimson rivers.

But rather than turn Lance into a decoration in the forest, Keith shuddered and inched away, as if Lance were the dangerous one.

“I...am Keith here. Just Keith. Nothing more.” He said, his voice a hush in the chill of the air. “Nothing less.”

“Just...keith.”

“Yes.”

“Then...you’re not going to gut me and dispose of me in one of these deep lakes.” Lance joked, trying to ease the tension. To slow his heartbeat into a natural hum, rather than the adrenaline spiking through his veins.

Regrettable choice of words. Keith cringed, indigo irises becoming shattered glass as he took in the meaning. Without speaking, he gathered his jacket and cloak and began to retreat. Lance’s heart withered. He didn’t know Keith well, but there was something about him shutting down from the mention of his misdeeds that tugged at Lance’s heartstrings.

That made him reach out, his fingers stretched to capture his shoulder. To cross the frozen lake, its glistening blanket cracking under his weight.

His foot went through the surface, cold nipping at his limbs as he plunged into the water.

All he could recall was his mouth and nose being flooded and his body tensing up from the sheer amount of cold.

The next moment, he saw a flash of light and a large, blurred figure grabbing him by the scruff of his collar.

He was yanked up, lovely oxygen making its way to his lungs and biting wind chomped on the apples of his cheeks to replace the slew of water. He was used to the sea of summer, not this bone chilled one leaving his lips blue and chapped.

“Are you alright?” Keith asked. He was knelt in front of Lance, a hand to his back and Lance coughed out the remainder of the lake.

“Yikes that’s cold,” lance commented. “My hair and wings are going to freeze over.”

His wings weren’t visible yet, but he could feel the ache settling on his back. If they were, they would most likely be turned to fragile crystals.

“Here, use this.” Keith said. He reached beside him and pulled out a white cloak, the fur lined the hood and the edges. It was plain, but in the light it shone with a thousand gems. Keith shook it out and wrapped it around Lance’s shoulders, the snow on it melting away as it touched his skin.

“Winter court clothes are imbued with their own magic to keep the wearers warm.” He tied the hood over lance, weaving a neat bow. When he looked at Lance again, their faces a mere few inches away from another, pink dusted his face. Even Keith seemed to have the same reaction, his hands stilling and his eyes unable to look away.

That was, until something wet licked his cheek.

“Kosmo!” Keith admonished. Lance turned to see a wolf beside him, twin melted coppers staring at the fire faery with his tongue lolled out. He was twice Lance’s size, yet posed no threat based on his white tail wagging.

“Sorry, he gets excited about newcomers.” Keith said, rubbing one of Kosmo’s ears. “He’s the one who pulled you out of the lake.”

Lance smiled, scratching Kosmo’s other ear. He leaned his head towards him, enjoying the attention. He licked Lance again, the boy laughing from the irony of an intimidating wolf being nothing but a pup.

“Too bad for you,” Lance joked. “I expected a knight in shining armor to save me, but looks like an adorable wolf beat you to it.”

“I can easily have him eat you.”

“Nah, he likes me more than you.”

“I’m his owner.”

“And I am the handsome stranger who is giving him belly scratches.” Lance stated, Kosmo officially on his back as Lance scratched his stomach. “I win.”

Keith shook his head, his lips quirked in amusement. “Whatever you say, Phoenix boy. I thought you could swim like all the others by the ocean.”

Lance puffed up his cheeks. “I CAN swim, thank you.”

“Not based on earlier.”

“Oh?” Lance raised an eyebrow, an idea popping in his head. “Is that a challenge I smell?”

Keith chuckled. “I don’t—“

He stopped, his ears twitching. Lance wondered what made him go quiet. He opened his mouth, but keith raised a hand, silencing him and put a finger to his lips. Kosmo stopped relaxing, the wolf rolling onto his paws and hunched over, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

Keith kept his tone to a whisper. “I’m sorry, but you need to leave. Now.”

Lance frowned. “Why?”

“Because when you crossed the barrier you let out a silent alarm.”

Lance squawked. “And you didn’t bother to tell me until NOW? I could be dead in five minutes!”

“Not if we teleport.” Keith said, grabbing Kosmo by his scruff and hopping on top of the wolf. It didn’t bother him, and he went so far as to bend down to Lance’s level for him to join Keith.

Lance hesitated. He doesn’t know this keith well. He may be nice, but for all he knew he could be setting up a facade and internally planned to transport them to the palace. To execute him right there for trespassing, sticking his head on a pike to ward off any future fire fey from crossing the barrier.

But as Keith held a hand to him, as Kosmo nudged his hip for him to follow suit, and as those violets penetrated his wards, he succumbed to the winter faery’s song.

When he took Keith’s hand, he could not help but noticed the warmth he held in those palms. He assumed they would be unbreakable ice. But really they matched the inner workings of the cloak draped over his shoulders.

There was a flash of light, and the next moment they were in front of the pane of sunset, Lance’s home beaconing for him to return. To strip away the cloak and dive into the beach waters filled with seashells that challenged the stars in beauty. To the motherly ocean, where it can caress you in times of crisis or unleash its wrath to drown its victims for the harming of its children.

Lance’s questions were answered. It’s time for him to go home.

Lance jumped off of Kosmo and was about to cross to his territory when a thought hit him.

He turned back to Keith, the boy scanning the area for prying eyes.

Lance wasn’t able to talk to him much. Wasn’t able to truly get to know him. To find out why Keith acted off when Lance mentioned his knight status.

But they weren’t exactly close to know each other’s secrets. So he came up with an excuse.

“Um, I’m still dripping from my plunge earlier,” lance started. “Would you mind if I borrowed your cloak for a little longer?”

“Huh? Oh, no you can keep it.”

“But it’s yours.”

“And you’re shivering like a leaf. Keep it, I have others.” He shrugged.

Lance groaned. “I can’t keep this, the court may think I stole it from you. If I’m anything, a thief isn’t one of them.”

Keith shook his head. “It’s not stealing if I give it to you.”

“It is in my eyes. Besides, you owe me for almost stabbing me. So all I ask is you meet up with me tomorrow so I can return it.” A knowing grin split his mouth. “Unless you’re scared of the big bad summer territory.”

Keith’s eye twitched. He bored his gaze into Lance, Lance feeling the hole going through his skull with how intense he was. If he ended up as a frozen statue, he couldn’t say he didn’t expect it.

But instead Keith sighed, heaved himself off Kosmo, and stood in front of Lance.

Sure enough, the cloak was the only thing preventing him from shivering up a storm and getting sick. His hair was sticking up with ice, his clothes damp, and his arms hugging himself. Yes they weren’t far off from Lance’s home, but the thought of just taking the material and flinging him back into the wild left Keith unsettled.

“Fine, but there is only one safe way for you to re-enter without setting off the alarm.”

Lance cocked his head. “What is it?”

“This.”

Keith stepped closer to Lance, grabbed him by the shoulders, and pulled him down. His hands moved from his shoulders to the sides of Lance’s head, kissing him atop the brow between his bewildered eyes. A cool sensation coursed through his crown, a frosted star embezzle right where the kiss was before it thawed away.

“A kiss from the winter court is an invitation for you to enter the grounds. Think of me as you pass through, and I will be here.”

“Um...I—what just...what—“ Lance’s face burned, and he knew it wasn’t because of the cloak.

Keith smirked and with one last wave of his hand, he disappeared with Kosmo.

When Lance got home, he screamed in a pillow.

#shania writes #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #VLD #voltron #fey au #fire fey lance #winter fey keith #yall thought keith would be fire but nOPE FOOL YA

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olivewritessometimes · 5 years ago

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Okay, so, I had to start my blog at some point...

and after procrastinating for around a month, I decided to release my first fic on Lance’s birthday. (Probably not the best idea since it’s filled with angst and is from Keith’s point of view.) Also, why not a bit of Klance to start us off, right?

Enjoy!

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2.7K Words

Warning: Mentions of Self-Harm, Swearing

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As a member of the Blade of Marmora, Keith was able to visit many places, even if he couldn't call any of them home.

His favourite places included Arus, where his adventure with Voltron and the Lions began.

It also included Olkaria, the new planet inhabited by the Olkari, after Olkarion was destroyed.

There was also the new Daibazaal and the new Altea, which had been recreated after the entire ‘Honerva’s realities’ ordeal a few years ago.

But his favourite place to visit, by far, had to be Earth.

He enjoyed visiting his old shack in the desert, the only place he knew for a very long time.

He liked to visit the Garrison, to see how the Holts and the rest of the staff were doing.

He would also drop in to see Shiro. He was like a brother to him, so he insisted that Keith should come over every time he came back to Earth.

And, although he would never admit it, he particularly liked going to see the McClain family farm, for reasons you can guess.

A knock on the door announced his arrival.

“Oh, good afternoon, Keith,” answered Mrs. McClain. “Lance is in his room. Please, come inside.”

Keith nodded, and stepped through the door.

This wasn’t any different from what normally happened when he came to visit, so he knew what to expect.

“Keith! Keith!” yelled the child stampede from down the hall.

As expected, they came roaring down the hall, jumping up and down, demanding to know what super-cool alien adventures he had been on since the last time he’d seen them.

“Not really anything exciting, unless you count the giant Weblum that tried to swallow us whole!” Keith said, in an attempt to tell a story to impress them.

“A Weblum?” “How’d you get away?” “Did he eat you?” came some questions from the kids.

Keith had gotten better at socializing with children since he started visiting the McClains more often.

There were only a few simple rules to it. One, don’t make them upset. Two, keep them happy and they’ll love you. Three, don’t reject that love.

“Yeah, it was no big deal. It only crushed about half the Marmoran fleets,” he continued, knowing that the cliffhanger would make them want to hear the whole story.

Obviously, there was no Weblum that tried to swallow them whole, or crushed half their fleets, but kids love a good story, so Keith sat down at the kitchen table and began his tale.

“So there I was, leaving a planet suffering from a drought after supplying them with enough water for a year, when all of a sudden, Wham! A Weblum comes out of nowhere, catches two ships in its mouth, and not three seconds later, they’re gone into the Weblum’s stomach.

“I yell at the other ships to get away as fast as possible, but it's already right in front of us, grabbing every one who came too close. I swerve left, then right, and then left again, to try to get away, but then it catches around five ships in its mouth, eats them, then bites down on the wing of my ship.

"I jiggle the controls to try to get away, but it's too late! The Weblum has me in its jaws, and it looks to be the end! I'm about to give up hope, when suddenly, the wing of my ship snaps off, so now at least I'm free from the Weblum, but I'm running out of oxygen in my ship."

As he continued to tell the story, making it as dramatic as possible, he was so caught up in the adventure that he didn't even notice when Lance emerged from his room, saw Keith, and leaned against the wall to listen in as well.

He was reaching the end of the story, where he ended up hitching a ride with another ship for transport back to Earth, when Lance finally spoke up.

"You know, I don't think Weblums are that vicious."

Lance stood up from the wall and walked into the kitchen, as he continued. "From what I remember, they would only do that if they didn't even know you were there."

"How do you know?" challenged Keith. "Did you ever have to collect scaultrite from its third stomach?"

“Well how do you know that it was attacking you when you went to collect it?” Lance retorted. “It could’ve just thought you were a piece of rubble or something.”

“Well how do you know that it didn’t know that I was a Paladin of Voltron, and that it wasn’t trying to kill me?”

This banter went on for a while, until Lance’s niece, Nadia, started a little game.

“Raaah! I’m a Weblum, and I’m going to eat you!” she yelled, chasing the other kids around.

As Mrs. McClain shooed them out of the house, in fear they would break something, Lance mentioned something about feeding the chickens and walked outside.

Keith let out a sigh of relief once Lance was out of earshot.

He had refused to let anyone know that his admiration for Lance was more than simply being proud of him for helping him save all of the possible realities.

Not even Lance himself.

Shiro has known that he had a crush on one of the Paladins, and encouraged him to try to talk to them about it, but Keith assumes that he guessed it was Allura, since he stopped after she'd gotten with Lance.

After that happened, Keith continued pining, but he'd started to lose hope, since Lance had been in love with Allura since they first met, and wouldn't be quick to break up with her.

Not that they would ever have broken up, Lance was a nice guy, and Allura would never have wanted to leave him.

After she died, part of Keith realized that Lance was now single, and for the taking, but he didn't act on it. That would be too cruel.

Instead, he chose to comfort him, and try not to let his feelings for him get in the way.

Which he was succeeding at, for the most part.

He was snapped from his thoughts when Mrs. McClain walked back inside.

“Would you like to stay the night? We live a while away from any hotels, and it’s getting late,” she offered.

Keith looked at the clock on the wall, and noticed that it was too late for him to start heading back.

He accepted, and she showed him the guest room, and let him know that dinner would be ready soon.

He walked outside, since it was still light out, and sat down by the roots of a large oak, enjoying the view.

He'd be lying if he said that he was looking at the rolling hills, and the flowers that cover them.

He also wouldn't really like to admit that the view he was enjoying involved Lance, the chickens, and the difference between him here and him on the battlefield.

The Lance he knew as a Paladin of Voltron was a ruthless, self-sacrificing, adrenaline-loving sharpshooter, a warrior in his own respects.

The Lance he saw here was a simple, kind man, who would maybe hurt a fly, but only if it was bothering him.

Lance's sister, Veronica, just so happened to notice the exact direction Keith's eyes were looking, and sat next to him.

"Lance, huh?"

Keith looked up, startled, then a confused look made its way onto his face.

“What do you mean, ‘Lance, huh?’” Keith asked.

“Well, I knew you weren’t coming just to say hi, you come over way too often for that. So I assumed you maybe like liked someone who lives here. I also guessed Lance, but it’s nice to have something to confirm it,” explained Veronica.

“So, you were just making sure that you were right about guessing which McClain I like.”

“Yep!” She exclaimed, popping the P.

He rolled his eyes, before realizing that Veronica was the exact person he did not want knowing about it.

“Oh my god, please don’t tell him. Quiznak, that’ll be awkward,” he pleaded, before realizing what he said.

“Christ, I’ve got to get out of the habit of saying that!” He laughed, and Veronica gave a small giggle as well.

She was about to continue when they heard Mrs. McClain yelling to anyone outside that dinner was ready, and to get it while it was hot.

Veronica stood up, and as she helped Keith up, said, “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”

They walked inside, and headed to the dining room, where Mrs. McClain offered Keith a chair almost at the end of the table, seated between Lance and Veronica.

Needless to say, it was a very awkward night for Keith.

Later that night, Keith woke up with a dry throat, so he got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

As he walked down the hallway of bedroom doors, he heard an odd noise coming from behind one.

Not wanting to wake whoever was inside, he put his ear to the door to see if he could hear it better.

It might have been the door muffling the sound, but Keith could have sworn that it sounded like someone crying.

He didn’t know who it was, because he’d never slept over before, and didn’t know whose bedroom was whose.

Keith then heard footsteps, accompanying the sobs, heading towards the door.

He hid behind the door as it opened, not wanting to be seen.

As the door closed, he could see that the one crying was Lance, but Keith didn’t stop him. He wanted to know why Lance was so upset at this time of night.

Lance shuffled into the kitchen, still sniffling, and opened a drawer.

Keith then knew that he had to do something when he realized that the object that Lance was pulling out was a knife.

As Lance set the blade to his wrist, Keith put his hand on his shoulder.

Lance gasped, dropped the knife onto the counter, and turned around, shocked.

“Oh, i-it’s only you,” he said between sniffles.

“You shouldn’t have seen that.”

He went to wipe away his tears, when Keith grabbed his wrist.

For the first time, he noticed the scars.

“Lance, it’s one in the morning. What’s wrong?” He asked.

Lance’s eyes welled up, and before he could stop himself, he burst into tears and collapsed in Keith’s arms.

Keith wasn’t expecting the added weight Lance was pushing onto him, so he ended up falling to the floor, not even minding the pain when he hit. Only taking caution that Lance didn’t hurt himself.

“I miss her. There was so much more she could’ve done for the universe,” he said through choked sobs.

It didn’t take much effort to tell he was talking about Allura.

“I just can’t help but think that there was another way,” he continued.

“So that she might be here today, and that we might have started a life together, and that we might even have had kids, who would have grown up safe and happy, with everything they’d ever need, but she’s not. She’s-” he cut himself off, and buried his face in Keith’s shirt, weeping.

Keith wasn’t really the kind of person who was best at this, but he was going to try his best for Lance.

He didn’t really know what to say, so he started by trying to calm him down by running his hand through his hair.

After a few minutes, Lance did start to calm down, and eventually started to lean into the touch.

“I know Allura’s not here now, but I think that what she did was very noble. She sacrificed her own life so all of humanity could live. So you could live,” he tried.

“She gave her Quintessence to bring the dead realities back to life, so if you think about it, her life force is inside every living creature in the universe, and even those in other realities. Including you.”

Lance looked up, and it was all Keith could do to focus on calming Lance and not lose himself in those adorable eyes of his.

“So when someone says that she’ll always be with you, they’re not wrong. Her life energy is what’s keeping us here today, so she’s technically still with us. Just not in the form of a body.”

Lance was considerably less upset now, and other than how his eyes were still red, you could hardly tell he was crying at all.

“Thanks, man.”

He got up and put the knife away, which reminded Keith of something else he was wondering.

“How long have you been doing that?” He asked as he stood. “Cutting yourself.”

Lance rubbed the back of his neck and shyly answered.

“I started doing it while I was in the Garrison. Sometimes, the shouting from Iverson, the teasing from the other kids, it was too much. Hunk was the one who helped me quit, after it became a habit.”

Keith was in awe at how young he must have been when he started.

Lance continued. “On the Castle of Lions, there were loads of missions that went wrong, and like half the time I thought it was because of me. Whenever I was yelled at because of it, add that to some self-esteem issues, and you get the urge to slice your skin open because that pain will distract you from the mental pain.”

He was about to go on when Keith interrupted.

“Woah, woah, woah, self-esteem issues? What else have you been going through?”

“Ah, well, there was the One Paladin Too Many issue, and it got me wondering, am I really needed on the team?” Lance explained.

“Just about anyone with good aim can use a gun, but you could probably find a more serious, sensible person to do it, rather than someone who’s just a goofball.

“I knew you could replace me just like that, so I thought it was only a matter of time until the title of Sharpshooter went to someone else.”

“Lance, no one ever thought that about you,” Keith reassured. “Your jokes were exactly what we needed to keep our spirits lifted, and we would be lost without you.”

“But was that all I was good for? Comedic relief?” Lance retorted, tears starting to fall down his cheeks again. “Did you only keep me on the team for my jokes? For someone to laugh at? It's kind of the only thing I'm good at, might as well have been useful for something."

"Lance-"

"I'm a shitty pilot, the only weapon I can use is the easiest one to use, and I only ended up dating Allura for a few months before she died, because my stupid ass couldn't make a fucking move! If I can't even ask a girl out over the span of a few fucking years, then what-"

He was cut off by Keith's lips on his own.

Lance didn't register what was happening at first, but once he did, he relaxed, and seemed to melt under him.

Keith pulled away with a soft smile, thinking of how long he'd been waiting to do that.

Keith knew his mind must be racing with anger, sadness, confusion, and everything in between, so he took Lance’s hand in his own.

“You need to stop. You’re hurting yourself, and you think that you’re fine on your own. Well, you’re not. You’re keeping this a secret from your family, your friends, everyone, when really, you should have come to us in the first place,” he explained.

“We’ll always be here for you. I’ll be here for you. Just talk to us, we’ll-”

He was cut off by Lance launching himself onto Keith, pressing their lips together.

Keith didn’t even realize what was happening until he felt Lance’s hand holding his, fingers intertwining like magic.

Instinctively, he wrapped his arm around him, finding a position in the small of his back.

They stood there for a few seconds, then Lance slowly pulled away.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

He rested his head on Keith's shoulder, and he started stroking his hair again.

At that moment, Keith finally knew where his home was.

#first fic #AAAAAA #klance #laith #vld #voltron #langst #fluff #first kiss #tbh i just LOVE me some keith and children bc its always so sweet #also LANGST

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gotmeringinghellsbells · 5 years ago

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Repeated Mistakes

A request from a user titled “sashi117″: “Hai! i'd like to suggest another prompt please :)) Ok it's kinda weird but basically, Lance got stuck and captured on some sort of random alien planet that uses happiness as an energy source. Since the aliens notice that he's filled with sadness, they tie him up somehow and tickle him so he starts laughing and producing happy hormones. Keith could go a solo mission to rescue Lance, but once he sees his predicament, he hesitates on helping him because he believes Lance deserves it 😂”

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Characters: Lance McClain, Keith Kogane

A/N: I’m sorry, as cute as this idea was I just couldn’t get inspired. This isn’t exactly what you requested but here it is, I’m very klanced out (nothing to do with the prompt). Thank you @kwaiipootato for the help.

Description: Once more Lance is lured away by an attractive a line. This time, he’s “punished” for his action by being the healer of a planet that thrives off of laughter.

Charming, harmonious laughter let out through the seemingly endless woods as the blue paladin of Voltron had fallen prey to yet another stranger. However, rather than ditching him and stealing Blue, this one was sticking around, claiming it was all necessary for his planet.

Apparently, the planet was dying and he needed to return to it quickly. So, rather then waiting like Shiro and the others agreed on for Allura and Coran to meet up with them after their latest battle with Zarkon, Lance took off without telling anyone to quickly get the man back to his planet.

However, he didn’t realize when the male said that Voltron was needed…. That the paladins themselves were needed. The planet grabbed him, once more attaching him to a tree. The humanoid-shark looking mae smiled as hands moved up and down Lance’s sides. Vines slowly started to come from the trees, working under his arm very slowly and teasingly. It sucked.

He wanted to giggle harder and hide his tickle spots, but he could hardly hide his face right now. He turned into his arm, giggling and blushing like crazy. “Whahahit, thahaht tickles! Surge! Heheheh wait!” The charming male tilted his head a bit, blinking his large, fully purple hued eyes innocently. “‘Tickles’? It that what you call it?”’

Interesting, huh. Other helpers have called it various other things but oh well. It didn’t really matter so long as Lance helped the planet. “Yhehehes! Eek! N-Nhahahot there!” He tried to sway a bit as he felt a finger poke near his navel. Sure, Surge had fingers like Nyma and couldn’t really get into the area, but…. The anticipation still killed him.

“Well, this is odd.” There was a small indent on the other end of Surge’s finger! He poked at it a bit more as a reaction to the plea. This was fun! The planet started to move the vines a bit faster under the hallows. Yes, the thin bit of armor there did somewhat protect the male, but not enough. Lance bucked against the tree, knocking Surge back as he squealed. “No, no, no, no! Hehehshahahahah!”

Though the brunette would never admit this as… he was a little panicked and it wasn’t the appropriate time to really have this thought but…. This was kind of fun! He jerked around a bit more as the vines decided to move on to new areas… thankfully. Moving down to his sides, the vines started to multiply, there were four after him now, and on top of that Surge’s hands!

“Wow, your pretty sensitive, aren’t you? Hopefully your paladin laughter will heal our planet quickly, then you can get back to your friends.” It was a childish mindset that Lance just wasn’t following. Frankly, he wasn’t really listening. If he had a bit more range of motion he’d be having fun with this. It felt so nice to just stop and let loose a bit, especially after all the stressful paladin work he’d been forced into for the last year of his life.

He splayed his torso a bit more, trying to make a game out of his situation. It’s not like he could call for help or doing anything else anyway. He was trying to train his nerves to stay under his control. So rather than jerking away and trying to stay away, he forced himself to move back into their touches. When stubby fingers found his underarms though, it became a bit more difficult. “Hehehehehe! Pfff, hahahahaha crhahahap!” He could really feel the pressure under his arms now, earning stronger laughter.

This brought a bit more hope to the poor alien before him. “Are you holding out on us? You can laugh more?” He was grinning ear to ear, showing off his white teeth. He got closer to Lance’s face, feeling up and down his torso, trying to stay out of the vines way. “Where else can I earn more of it, huh? Does this ‘tickles’, is this sensitive? You haven’t asked us to stop in a while, are you enjoying this?” If he was that made the whole mission much better.

Lance tried to hide his face, eyes watering from tears of “forced” joy, and face bright read from laughter and being flustered. His stomach filled with butterflies as he started to picture himself at the mercy of someone else. Keith… could make a pretty good ler… couldn’t he?

A soft growl as Lance lay back on his bed, curling up on himself for protection. “Why are you hiding from me?”, “What’s so funny?”, “Something funny?”, “I can give you something to giggle about”, the list of teases went on. At this point, Lance was practically out for the count. He was so flustered, he felt so happy, he just wanted to snuggle up and take a nap.

But he couldn’t not yet. He was still the “helper” to this guy and the planet. Or was he? He hadn’t been paying too much attention to what was going on. He currently had no reason to be laughing as the vines retreated from the fear of a loud roar that let out across the land, and the scampering off of a cowardly kidnapper.

Red landed quickly after circling the area in search for a landing. Lance couldn’t remember the rest as his body slowly shut down for a much needed nap.

When he awoke, though, he was a little shocked to see a face peering down at his. He let out a yelp as he jumped back, pulling his coers up without realizing. Keith’s eyes narrowed a bit as he leaned down more from his position on the bed. “What were you thinking?! You could have gotten killed, you could have lost the Blue Lion again!” He jumped right into leader mode, though he wasn’t a leader.

Logic mode? Sure, that would work. Regardless, Lance had little time to process anything. He was alone in his room with Keith, who looked panicked ad annoyed. Looking around, he ignored the other as he took in his surroundings. Hunk’s vest and blanket, one of Pidge’s caterpillar guys, Shiro’s pillow?

Lance sat up from the different colors and scents only to be shoved back down by Keith who dug under his arms. “I’m talking to you, Lance!” The younger let out a scream as he shook his head. “Kheheheheith,” he whined out through his laughter. It looked like Lance would be getting his fantasy after all.

#klance #2019 #fanfic #fanficiton #hell answers #keith #lance #vld

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fleetofshippyships-archive · 5 years ago

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Fanfic Author Meme

Tagged by @diligent-thunder and @rockmarina =)

Okay, so I’m me, and I talked way too much, so I’m putting this under a cut to save your dashes. You’re welcome 😘

Please do not reblog this post.

Author Name:

Fleetofshippyships + Knowyourincantations + Legendaryroar

Fandoms You Write For:

(in order of decreasing # of fics) Harry Potter, Voltron, Merlin, Yuri on Ice, Star Trek, Star Wars and then a few one-offs that aren’t really worth mentioning.

Where You Post:

AO3 primarily, Tumblr, trying to post more on Pillowfort, I also post on a couple of sites for knowyourincantations

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story:

RestraintNone of my old multi-chapter fics are available to read at this time and I don’t really write multi-chapter fics anymore.

If oneshot/drabble collections or two-shots count, then:

Fleetofshippyships: Vanilla and Sweet Spices (Drarry, Explicit, 2 chapters, 20k)

and this really doesn’t count, but technically it has multiple ‘chapters’ soooooooooo

Legendaryroar: Kinktober 2018 (Multiple ships (Voltron), Explicit (duh), 31 ‘chapters’, 26k)

Favourite Story You Wrote:

I don’t think I ever have a static favourite, I’ve just written too many things, I too quickly move on to the next (and frequently forget some of my own fics exist XD), but recently I re-read In Pursuit of Red Wine (Dreville, Teen, 29k) and really enjoyed that again, and I am really attached to it cos it was my first longish rarepair fic, kind of proving to myself that I can write longer rarepair stuff.

I also recently re-read Unburdened (Merthur (BBC Merlin), Explicit, 2k) and really enjoyed that too, had a total disconnect from having written it since it’s been so long, so I was able to read it without self-judging, and oh boy that was nice.

I’m also quite proud of Healing What’s Left (Parkgrass, Teen, 2k) for some reason, I dunno, maybe the dark political backdrop of the fic, or maybe just cos it’s the first time I’ve written Daphne as the main character and I’m happy with the result and now have some headcanons about her rather than her being an unknown blank character to me.

I also binge read a lot of my Voltron stuff recently and had big feels over that so....I also specifically enjoyed re-reading The Perks of Skincare (Klance (Voltron), Explicit, 3k) again cos I dunno, I like how I wrote Lance XD and also the Sheith fic I linked earlier is a fav for sure. Shiro/Rest is the ultimate OTP.

It really depends how soon after I write something or when I go back to re-read it as to what my fav is at any given time (or people commenting on it and hyping me up for it again).

Story You Were Nervous to Post:

Everything. But most recently I was terrified out of my mind before posting:

Friday Night by the Fire (Harry/Neville, Teen, 583 words) because I have a lot of fears about screwing up trying to write ace characters and somehow not even making that a focal point of the drabble made it even more terrifying, No More Waiting (TianShan (19 Days), Teen, 2k) because it was a new fandom to write in, Harry Potter and the Maudlin Merman series (Drarry, Teen+ Mature, 3k +6k) due to my feelings of inadequacy because it would be better as long fic but I struggle too much with writing these days to write long fics and can only manage short things. I’d rather write this as a long fic, but then I’d never finish it so connected oneshots are the best I can do right now, but I still feel it’s not good enough and have a meltdown whenever I post one. And speaking of which, I’ve been sitting on the next one for months and should probably just fucking post it already.

Actually, most recently: Minding One’s Limits (Cho/Ginny, G rated, 1.5k), because I gave Cho a disability modeled off my fibromyalgia and wrote a scenario similar to something I’d dealt with myself, it was incredibly uncomfortable to write in the first place, and then terrifying to post, even though it’s so short. But in the end I’m proud I finally wrote about it a bit? I dunno, might take me a while to work up the nerve again though XD (also was my first time writing that ship, so there was a lot of nervousness over that too)

Oh, and I was a super ball of anxiety posting Kinktober 2018 (Multiple ships, Explicit, 31 ‘chapters’, 26k) because for almost all of those it was the first time I was writing those kinks (and some were kind of squicks for me but I wanted to see if I could write them anyway cos I’m dumb like that) and in a lot of cases those ships were completely new for me to write too, in addition to trying to write and post 1 a day, so...yeah. Also that was my first time writing tentacle and human/werewolf smut so...yeah. I was an absolute mess that month and not in a fun way. But I’m still really glad I did it, it was fun =D

In summary, I’m always an anxious mess posting anything, but most especially if it’s something I’ve not written before or is personal to me XD

How Do You Choose Your Titles:

Most of the time I’m staring down the empty title field in AO3 cursing like a fucking sailor when I choose titles XD Sometimes it’s a line/theme/feeling from the fic. Sometimes it’s totally random and just comes to me. Sometimes I just grasp the first thing that I can no matter how stupid it sounds cos it’s been three days and I still don’t have a title and I’m over it and ready to post before I lose my nerve.

And tbh, it’s only getting harder to think of titles as my number of fics increases, and I’ve now started thinking of the perfect titles only to realise I already have a published fic by that title so....TITLES CAN DIE A FIERY DEATH

Sometimes, not so much anymore, it would turn out that I would give a wip doc a name just so I’d know what it was, sometimes as a joke with whoever was reading it and cheerleading while I wrote it, and then I would refer to it by that and think of it as that so much that when it came time to actually give the fic a title, it was too late and I could not think past that stupid file name, and that’s how Potter’s Insatiable Cock happened, and how I very nearly called a Merthur fic Arthur’s Wanking Tower (saved that one at the last moment thank god cos the tone of that fic is actually really serious and emotional and wtf was I even thinking with that file name and actually I linked to that fic above XD it ended up being called Unburdened).

Potter’s Insatiable Cock slipped through cos it’s actually relevant to the fic content and I could live with it.

But needless to say, I don’t give my wip docs joke names anymore XD

Do You Outline:

Only if I never want to actually write the idea...once I outline, it’s over. I can’t write to a detailed plan. It stifles me. I’ll always get stuck having to try and think ahead to the plan, and then I lose the flow and nothing works because I’m a pantser/intuitive/instinctive writer not a planner. Sometimes I jot down ideas but in like, the vaguest of ways, usually more focused on emotional development than actual scenes or events or anything because then I won’t be able to write it (and I rarely stick to those vague ideas anyway).

I can really only write when I’m staring down a blank doc with no idea where it’s going and discover it as I go (which is why writing is so fun for me). I can only finish a fic if I don’t think too hard about what’s going to happen next and just let it happen as I write.

This of course means that editing is a fucking bitch when I finish anything, beginnings often get totally re-written, but if I plan, it just doesn't happen at all, so I’ll take the extra editing if it means I manage to write something.

I do have a lot of detailed plotty fic idea outlines...and I mourn them cos I’m never going to write them now, but they’re so goooooooooood XD

Complete:

Online (across all 3 accounts): 381 (incl. my hidden drarry fics as they are technically online just hidden, not incl. individual oneshots/drabbles in collection ‘fics’, of which there are ridiculously many). Offline: 20 (I have the worst habit of just sitting on completed fics and I really need to stop)

In-Progress:

Too many to name, last time I counted it was ~60 but that wasn’t even including my vld wips so...I don’t actually know. I hoard wips and just switch up what I work on all the time depending on mood/interest levels/effort required.

Current main focuses are a 50k+ plotty Drarry (*fingerscrossed* cos this is my first time seriously attempting something long (will probably reach 80k at least) in a very long time and I put it down for a few months and thought that was it but then I picked it up again recently, yay!), and re-writing some hidden fics I can’t put them back up in the quality they’re in, I just can’t guys, they’re awful.

I’ve been thinking a lot about working on the longish 8th year Pansmione fic I started for the wlw big bang before I had to pull out of cos stupid life stuff. I might pick that up again for a bit too, couldn’t be more different from the Drarry one so it’d make a nice focus break =)

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started:

I don’t even plan fics I’m writing, I sure don’t plan ahead to stuff I haven’t even started XD The only think I can think of for this category would be me re-writing my hidden long Drarry fics.

Oh, and there will be a Merthur oneshot coming (hopefully) soon, because @april-thelightfury115 won my custom fic giveaway with a merthur idea. Just waiting for my brain to cooperate so I can start that and not suck XD but I’m so fucking excited to write some Merthur again, you have no idea.

Oh, and lots more Sapphic September drabbles coming too, I’m way behind and only just posted day 11 cos this month is literal hell for me, but I am still planning on finishing the prompt list, no matter how long it takes, but no plan for those, not even which ships, I just sit down with the next prompt and a blank doc and see what happens.

Do You Accept Prompts:

Yes, I love writing to prompts, I’m take them via google form here, but I’m in such a bad space with my health I’ve been really struggling with writing lately, managed to do a bit of editing (fuck knows how), but writing new stuff is so hard, so there’s a long wait while I wait for my fibro fog to ease off to the point I can write new stuff with more regularity (and less stupid errors I have to edit out later).

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write:

Again, I so don’t plan. But I really want to be making more progress on the long plotty drarry wip I’m trying to write. I’m still not sure I’ll have the guts to post it even if I do finish it, given its subject matter (it would make a great careers or consent fest fic tbh), but damn I’m really excited by it. Not sure I can maintain it being plotty and not revert to focusing on the relationship (which is easier for me), but I can only try and see what happens. (trying to write a non-relationship plot without planning is a nightmare but I don’t have a choice if I want to write it at all XD)

I’m also now excited for my longish pansmione wip too actually, just because it’s already longer than my Dreville long-ish fic and it’s exciting and scary to do longer rarepair stuff. I’m way out of my comfort zone with the fic itself, but I dunno, I re-read some recently and fell in love with it all over again, like, flustered lesbian-awakening, disaster for Pansy (but sure she still hates her) Hermione? YES PLEASE! and also, I am guilty of not writing female characters as much as I should because, well, canonically, they don’t have much depth and I’m very meh about them, but in this there’s a huge focus on them because they’re all determined to band together for 8th year and Hermione is making friends with them (Parvati is like, dragging her along all the time XD) where she once dismissed them so it’s scary but exciting =D I’m getting more practice with all the sapphic I do over on knowyourincantations, so I feel more confident working on this wip now =D

I’m also kind of excited about re-writing my old long fics, because they’re all 3 years old now, and my writing tastes (and skill, yikes) have totally changed, so it’s like I’m writing the story again but how I would write it now while maintaining the overall same plot, so it’s really interesting, like discovering the story all over again. Like in one (Making Malfoy Blush) I’ve gone as far as introducing a new side character to replace another’s parts because I no longer feel those parts are in character for them. It’s super terrifying, but it’s fun at the same time =) it’ll take me forever to do these though, so I dunno about ‘upcoming’ really, I only chip away every now and then when I’m unable to write new stuff but am still coherent enough to do something.

Eh, it is what it is, I can’t write like I used to, hence me being inactive more than active these days, but I’m trying to work within my new limitations instead of getting frustrated with them and just giving up entirely =)

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Now, who to tag....I think anyone I would tag has already done it, and if not..I blame the fog if I’m forgetting someone obvious, if you wanna do it just say I tagged you so I can be nosy and take a look =)

Again, please do not reblog this post

#*#tag meme #tag game #about me #hope i don't regret linking to my other ao3 accounts #but i'm at the point if I get more bullshit like before i'll just abandon fandom entirely rather than shift to one of my other accounts #they served that purpose well when I needed it but the reasons for having to do it are not a problem anymore #so i'm tentatively linking to them for anyone who wants to read my other works #and hoping no one is mean about it #and please don't reblog this post in case I have to delete it to cut the link

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klanced · 6 years ago

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soooooo i was late on asking for the second movie but i call dibs for whenever ur organized enough to infodump it: What Happens In The /Third/ Movie Katie Klanced?

I meant to post this last year but then I got suspended and forgot smh -_-

Anyway it’s been almost a year, so here are a few links to refresh your memory on the masterpiece that is my Despicable Me au. In fact, here’s the tag because I love this au.

In my correct opinion, the third DM movie is definitely the weakest in the franchise, and I pretty much ignored its canon plot and wrote my own. So sorry if there’s a few loose-ends/plot-holes. But this is a Despicable Me au, I am beholden to no gods, no rules.

Roughly a year has passed since the events of the second movie. Coran and Alfor have finally gotten together (they’re either dating or married, I haven’t decided yet). Allura is away at college because I have way too many characters on my hands and I have to sideline out of necessity. Sorry, Allura.

The movie opens up with the entire family getting ready for an award ceremony at the AVL happening that night. It’s about as hectic a scene as you can imagine. Lance is running around without a shirt on. Pidge is wearing three shirts. One is her pajama top, the second is Lance’s aforementioned missing shirt. No one has any idea where the third shirt came from.

When suddenly, the phone rings!

Krolia picks it up, paying only 1/3 attention to the person on the line before she yells that it’s for Coran. Coran limps over, half a chewed shoe in his hand, the other half still on his foot. His right eyebrow is smoking. He is, understandably, a little terse when he shouts to be heard over the background din into the phone.

The screen diagonally bisects, to show Coran on the phone and… Shiro on the other side of the line!

Shiro introduces himself as the new CPS worker assigned to Lance/Hunk/Pidge’s case. Coran immediately has a heart attack and runs to his soundproofed study, slamming the door behind him as Shiro continues to just. Awkwardly talk on the phone lol.

Coran, internally: oh shit oh shit oh FUCK oh shit why now why nowwww oh lord is he calling to take away the kids? is he going to take away my BABIES??

Shiro: sorry for the late phone call sir, i meant to call earlier but i dropped my phone in a puddle and- i mean! the life of a cps worker is just packed hahahahahahahahahaah (WHY are you still laughing you IDIOT) ha-ahem! anyway. i’m the new cps worker, have i mentioned that yet? because i am. it’s just that, after we realized that the kids’ last foster home and agent let a supervillain just walk out with them - uh, no offense, sir! i just meant that, well, supervillains are generally understood to be bad- not to imply that you’re evil of course! Haha of Course Not, even though you were Literally voted the world’s most evil and accomplished supervillain several years in a row, but! That’s neither here nor there. Of course. :)

DM!Verse Shiro is a bit of a nervous doof but he also has a spine of steel when it comes to kids and making sure their living situations are safe. And he is very skeptical of Coran and his parenting skills, which is honestly pretty reasonable considering he’s an outsider looking in.

I mean, someone who was arguably the world’s greatest villain suddenly deciding to move to suburbia with his three (stolen) adopted kids does… seem like a bit of a stretch. And pretty sus lmfao.

Coran and Shiro eventually stutter their way into a productive conversation and arrange for Shiro to conduct a home visit/other CPS survey stuff very soon. Coran politely bids Shiro farewell, hangs up the phone, and has a panic attack because suddenly it feels like all his worse fears are coming true. Because the other shoe has finally dropped.

Life has been so kind to Coran lately, between his loving marriage and his lovable kids. It’s sad to say, but he’d half-expected something like this to happen for a while. Because people like him don’t deserve this kind of uninterrupted happiness.

Alfor quietly knocks on the door and takes in the scene before him. Coran reaches out, and he immediately rolls to his husband’s side.

Coran collapses against him and catches him up to speed. There’s a pause as Alfor pauses, absorbs, and digest the information, before he starts making calming shushing noises.

Insert Supportive Spouse Speech. Alfor reminds Coran that, for all he’s done in the past, he has damn well earned his present life. Alfor can attest to that, as can Krolia and, most importantly, their children.

It also doesn’t hurt that the internationally recognized Anti-Villain League is both a sponsor of and willing to provide a character reference for Coran. That counts for something, and Coran finally calms down.

This is what we in the writing business like to call “foreshadowing” :)

Scene cut to the AVL award ceremony. Krolia and Coran are both being recognized for their incredible heroics from the past year, etc etc, blah blah blah. Their speeches are very true to their character.

At the end of it, Kolivan goes up and stage and announces he’s retiring. Krolia, who knew this was happening in advance and fully expects to be named as his replacement, starts checking her lipstick in her hand mirror- only for Kolivan to introduce a ‘Commander Hira’ to the crowds.

FML, this is exactly the plot to the Spongebob Squarepants movie.

The entire Wimbleton Smythe-Altea Family freeze, mid-applause. Hunk awkwardly puts away his ‘CONGRATULATIONS KROLIA!!!!!!!!’ banner. Krolia shatters her hand mirror in her fist.

Within her first month, Hira makes some dramatic changes to the AVL. One of which is the agency’s complete separation from anything having to do with villains, including its rehabilitation program.

“Once a villain always a villain” essentially. Hira insists that villains are simply too evil to ever truly become good again, and that so-called “former” criminals are simply biding their time until they can enact their revenge.

As a result, Coran is fired. Alfor protests Hira’s decision, and resigns out of solidarity. Krolia calls Hira a bitch and is also fired.

The kids are ecstatic that their dads + aunt are home 24/7 now. Krolia is less pleased. She’s been an active agent for more than half her life, so this sudden and forced turn for domesticity has her clawing at the walls.

One of the sub-plots is Alfor trying to convince Coran to become a superhero, “just like the old times.” (Coran: Love, I was literally your supervillain arch-nemesis).

Coran is hesitant, because 1) He still has low self-value and doesn’t see himself as a hero, and 2) He’s perfectly content to mooch off his billionaire boyfriend and spend his time as a stay-at-home dad.

To take their mind off their sudden unemployedness, Coran and Alfor throw themselves into preparing for Shiro’s house visit. This mainly entails Alfor calming Coran down from an anxiety attack every other hour.

There is a lot of tension in the house.

And then, like magic! An invitation to the biggest supervillain symposium of the year appears, because villain mailing lists are especially evil and refuse to take Coran off their register even though he literally arrests villains for a living.

“So you’re telling me,” Krolia says, and Coran instinctively inches for the door. “That you’ve had an opening into the world’s biggest villain convention, this entire time, and you didn’t tell anyone?”

“W-e-ll,” Coran stutters, slapping blindly behind him for the doorknob, “It just didn’t seem very fair, you know? To ambush them like that, all because of their lazy office workers. That’s not very good sport.”

Krolia and Alfor try to convince Coran that he should go. Krolia is convinced this is the in they need to reclaim their jobs; they’ll infiltrate the Supervillain Symposium, arrest all the biggest bads, call the AVL, rub it in Hira’s face, take a selfie while she’s sobbing in the background, celebrate as the masses drag Hira to the guillotine-

Coran: Krolia I love you, I really do. But you have issues.

Krolia: I happen to be perfectly adjusted for someone in my situation.

Coran is still hmming and hawwing because, now that he doesn’t have to fight villains for a living, he quite likes Not Being In Constant Danger. But then Krolia reminds him that he is both unemployed AND now blacklisted by the AVL, two things which might very well doom him in the eyes of Shiro (and the rest of CPS). He needs to do this if he wants his job back and, therefore, keep his kids.

(…. At some point, Coran shaves off his mustache in a stress-filled attempt at appearing as a better guardian, but no one recognizes him so he has to wear a fake mustache for the rest of the movie)

Coran of course is immediately super gung-ho for this plan and declares they’re leaving ASAP.

The kids of course are raring to go, the adults are vehemently hell no to that idea, and in the ensuing argument everyone forgets that Shiro is coming today.

A series of events thus follows, which can be summarized as:

The adults say that the kids can’t come.

The kids decide that yes, in fact, kids can come and plan accordingly.

The kids are preparing to tail after the adults (after waiting a reasonable amount of time of course (this isn’t their first rodeo) in their own modified plane when they hear what sounds like their babysitter, the Reformed Lotor, coming around the corner.

The kids immediately go into attack mode only to realize, after the dust has settled, that they’ve actually knocked out Shiro.

In their infinite pre-teen wisdom, the kids decide to stick with the plan and load Shiro into their equivalent trunk and take off.

A few moments later, Lotor finally arrives, looks up from his phone, realizes there are no kids to be watched, and shrugs and goes home.

The scene cuts to Shiro groggily stumbling out of the corner the kids have stashed the plane in, only to realize, to his absolute horror, that he’s on an island filled with Supervillains attending a Supervillain Convention.

Hunk: Man… I feel like we forgot something.

*Shiro screaming in the distance*

For brevity’s sake I’ll cut off here, but just know that this is only the FIRST THIRD (IF EVEN THAT) of the movie. I am absolutely off the CHAINS. I still haven’t even introduced Keith yet. I love this au.

#voltron #coran #alfor #krolia #lance #pidge #hunk #alforan #despicable me au #long post #ask #anonymous #katiecanons #if it isn't obvious i'm trying to clear out some of my drafts and. well. i love this au so lmfao #otp: gay dads

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thetolkiengeek · 6 years ago

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we could turn the world to gold - a Klance Road Trip AU

we could turn the world to gold by thetolkiengeek

Chapters: 4/8

Words: 18,568

Summary:

At twenty-four, Lance isn't where he'd expected to be, working some mindless job at a decent company, bored out of his mind and trying not to feel like the tedium was slowly choking him to death. So when he gets the opportunity to transfer to a position all the way out in California, he jumps at the chance. With all his life packed in his car, he's ready to leave.

But then, Shiro calls in a favor, and suddenly he's got an unexpected guest on his grand, solo, cross-country road trip. He and Keith could barely stand to be in the same room together in college, and he doubts that three years apart will have made a huge difference. But being stuck in a car for days on end with his ex-rival leads to some unexpected discoveries, on both sides.

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Or, the Road Trip AU that no one asked for.

Snippet:

Lance had been hoping that maybe, just maybe, the fact that they agreed on something was a sign that he and Keith were going to get along just fine, that his fears that the next several days were going to be tortuous and horribly awkward and full of meaningless arguments, were unfounded.

Boy howdy was he wrong.

They were barely out of the state, and they’d managed to fight about pretty much everything .

Where to stop for gas, where to pee (“ Those require two completely different venues, Keith! ”), which drive-thru to hit, appropriate road trip snacks, whether or not Lance should actually be in the left lane.

“Dude, I’m telling you, stop at Love’s,” Keith said, gesturing at the blue highway sign advertising the gas station.

“And I’m telling you, not gonna happen. There’s no way in hell I’m going to a place called Love’s. It’s probably covered in Hepatitis.”

“You’re impossible,” Keith groaned, crossing his arms and sitting huffily back in the seat.

“I think you mean impassable,” Lance replied.

“If you keep camping your slow ass in the left lane where no one can pass you, then yes.”

Lance rolled his eyes. “It’s a reference to Alice in Wonderland , you philistine, and I’ll have you know I am driving well above the speed limit here.”

“Five miles is not ‘well above’ and everyone on this road, including me, hates you.”

“You say that like I care,” Lance scoffed, though he flicked on his blinker and slid into the middle lane.

To be perfectly honest, Keith’s words cut deeper than he was letting on. It was no secret that they didn’t get along, and the first couple hours of this trip alone spoke to the fact that three years apart really hadn’t changed much between them. But Lance never thought that they hated each other, not really.

Keith probably didn’t mean it beyond commenting on Lance’s driving, but it didn’t stop Lance from dwelling.

He sighed and signalled, veering off onto the exit.

“What are you doing?” Keith asked as Lance followed the signs.

“Going to Love’s,” Lance said. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.”

Keith snorted. “You’re so magnanimous.”

Lance decided not to dignify that with a response, instead pulling onto the sparse stretch of road with the only true landmark being this miraculous gas station that supposedly was good for snacks and had consistently clean bathrooms.

“There’s nothing else here,” Lance murmured as he pulled up to the pump.

“Hmm?” Keith unclicked his seatbelt.

“The road is empty,” Lance said. “Usually there’s like...five billion fast food places, and it all looks the same no matter where in the country you are. You know, American Gothic. This is just plain cursed.”

“You think everything is cursed,” Keith huffed. “I’m going inside for snacks. You want anything?”

Lance opened his mouth to respond, but Keith held up a hand.

“Do not say sour cream and onion because that’s not going to happen.”

“You’re no fun,” Lance pouted as he cut the engine and popped the gas cap. “At least get me an Arizona Iced Tea?”

Keith rolled his eyes and nodded before shoving out of the car.

Lance opened the door and climbed out into the late August heat, relishing the opportunity to stretch his limbs. They’d only been driving a few hours at that point, but he figured they shouldn’t push it this early in the trip. California was a long way away, after all.

He watched as Keith stomped towards the store in his red combat boots. How he stood to wear those in this heat was beyond Lance--though he really couldn’t remember a time when Keith wasn’t wearing those monstrosities. He wouldn’t be surprised if he slept in them.

Lance shifted his gaze towards the numbers on the pump, wondering how much gas would be in California, if he’d actually be able to afford it.

It hadn’t been easy, deciding to leave basically everything he’d ever known. Though his family was originally from Cuba, they’d moved to Florida when he was young, and then when he was twelve his dad had gotten a job in Atlanta, and he’d lived there ever since. He had even stayed in state for school, where he’d met Shiro, Keith, Pidge, and Hunk.

After graduating, he’d gotten a job at a tech company in the city, and he’d decided to pull a true millennial move and stay with his parents. It had seemed like the right thing at the time--he could stick around to see his younger sister graduate, keep in touch with Pidge and Hunk, who had both gotten research positions at one of the big universities in the area, and even occasionally go visit Shiro in one of the nearby suburbs.

For a while, it was fine. Great, even. But an itch had settled under his skin and the air had felt too thick, and what once had been comforting quickly became stifling. He loved his family, he really did, and he’d do anything for them, just…

The pump clicked and startled Lance out of his reverie. He shook his head, clearing away the weight of his thoughts. He’d made his decision--he was moving to California and starting at the San Francisco office in a better position. That was all that mattered.

He twisted the gas cap back on and clicked the cover shut, locking the car doors before heading into the station.

Whatever he was expecting from a gas station called Love’s, this wasn’t it. It was a large building, clean, bright cheery signs indicating that the showers in the back were vacant.

Color Lance impressed.

Not that he’d ever tell Keith that.

Lance peered around and caught a glimpse of the telltale mop of messy hair in the curved security mirror hanging in the corner. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, leaving him in the chip aisle and heading towards the bathroom.

And okay, Keith was right. Those were clean, too.

He walked out to see Keith with an armful of snacks stomping his way to the counter--because Keith always stomped everywhere, as long as Lance had known him, seemingly incapable of walking normally.

He snuck up behind him, a wicked grin pulling at his mouth, and poked him in the side. Keith jumped, squirming away.

“What the hell, Lance?!”

Lance doubled over, laughing even as Keith hit him with a glare that should have vaporized him on the spot.

Keith slid a giant green can of iced tea and a bag of chips to his side of the counter. “If you’re gonna be an asshole, you can pay for your own snacks.”

Lance pulled himself together enough, wiping at his eyes for comedic effect before looking down and gasping at the familiar green bag of Lays. “Keith, you do care!”

Keith hit him with an unimpressed look as he handed the cashier a five dollar bill.

“Can you not be a drama queen for like...five minutes? That’d be nice.”

“Can you not be a stick in the mud for like...five minutes? That’d be nice.” Lance quipped, pulling out his own wallet and handing a wad of singles to the very tired cashier.

Lance counted it as a victory that Keith didn’t respond, just frowned before grabbing their snacks and pushing out the door.

Lance shrugged and followed, unlocking the car and climbing in, starting the engine and getting the air going again.

Keith was quiet as Lance pulled out of the station and made his way back to the highway, and the only sounds in the car were the crinkle of the chip bag and Queen’s “I Want It All” playing at half volume.

“So,” Lance said, turning down the music when he had successfully found himself in the flow of traffic once more. “As much as I love road trip snacks, I’m getting hungry for, like, real food. You wanna stop at--wait.”

Lance did a double take as safely as he could.

“Are you eating...pickle flavored chips?”

Keith shrugged and popped another one in his mouth. “Yeah.”

Lance narrowed his eyes. “Hang on, you gave me shit for sour cream and onion, which is a completely acceptable chip flavor, I might add, and you’re eating dill pickle-flavored chips ?!”

“Yup,” Keith said, continuing like there was absolutely nothing strange about pickle-flavored chips. “Now what were you saying about real food? Because I could really go for a sandwich right about now.”

“I--” Lance shook his head. “We’re coming back to this, mark my words--jesus are you licking the inside of the bag?! Keith what the actual fuck ?!”

Keith looked up from where he had torn open the bag along the side and shrugged.

“Okay, you know what, forget I asked. I don’t want to know.” Lance refocused on the road in front of him, shifting his hands on the wheel. “But yeah, I don’t really want to stop stop, but if we’re gonna get to Louisiana by dinner, I’m gonna need milkshakes and fries. So, Mr. I-Have-a-Wrong-Opinion-on-Everything, you got a preference for where we go?”

“You’re one to talk, Mr. I-Hate-All-Good-Music,” Keith said.

“Hey hey hey, we both like Queen, so you can just step off.”

Keith snorted, ducking his head, but then he fell oddly quiet, the only sound being his fingernail tapping on the door and the occasional whisper of Freddie Mercury hitting some insane high note.

“Keith?”

Lance glanced over to see Keith biting his lip.

“Okay, so feel free to revoke my gay card or shame me all the way to New Mexico but...I just really want Chick-fil-A.”

“Oh thank god, me too,” Lance said, giving a half-nervous, half-relieved laugh.

“Why the fuck does it taste so good?!”

“Those waffle fries?”

“With the Polynesian sauce?”

Lance very nearly crashed the car he was laughing so hard.

“We’re horrible people,” Keith said. “We’re bad gays.”

“We’re going to the Bad Place, for sure,” Lance said even as he scanned the highway markers for the Chick-fil-A logo.

“You wanna borrow my rainbow bracelet to wear when you’re paying?”

“Hell yeah.”

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shastelly · 6 years ago

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Storm - March Klance Prompts from MonthlyKlance - Day 15

Day 15 – Storm

Lance's POV

Bigger than life on the viewscreen on the control deck of the castle, one of my worst nightmares was playing out for the world to see. Okay, so my world only consists of six other people right now and one of them is up on that screen, but still - Whole World!

Keith could not look more pissed if he tried. His eyes are narrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line, every muscle tense, especially obvious with his arms stretched over his head in those quiznaking chains and his shirt hanging shredded from his waist. I think he just growled.

"So, as you can see, I have your paladin. Now, what is it that you are offering me?" A creature appeared on the screen. It was grey, with five eyes, two big ones, that were relatively human or actually more Altean looking and three small ones across its forehead that were completely black. At least I figured they were eyes, since they seemed to have eyelids. It didn't have a nose, so much as a single horizontal slit in the general area it would appear on a humanoid face. The mouth when it opened revealed rows of small needle-sharp pointed teeth.

"Return my paladin at once!" Allura's eyes flashed. She was not messing around and I could see the alien flinch. It probably ticked him off that he was afraid of her.

"Not much of an offer. I will give you time to consider what you are willing to trade. But, perhaps a demonstration of who is in charge here, might be in order?" The alien stepped further away from the camera. He was taller than Keith by at least two feet. He was thin and had four narrow arms, two at the shoulders and two at the waist.

I saw Keith's eyes widen slightly and my gut clenched. Fear? Keith was afraid? That was so wrong. A second of the creatures appeared on the screen from the front, carrying something. He stepped behind Keith and Keith struggled against his bonds. The long whip uncoiled behind him and the creature cracked it behind him a couple of times, either to scare him or for practice, I don't know which.

"No!" Shiro gritted out. His Galra arm put a new dent in the console as he slammed it down.

"Oh, but you are not in a position to make demands, are you?" The first alien sneered. "I am Captain Treyflex and this is my planet and you will not speak to me with disrespect. I have captured your paladin and if you want him back, you will pay, dearly. I expect your offer within the varga. I will expect a reasonable offer. If it is not good enough, I will give you another varga to improve your offer. For each offer that I refuse, your paladin will suffer for the waste of my time." Treyflex snapped one set of his fingers, there were four on each of the hands, and the creature behind Keith cracked the whip across his back. Keith screamed.

I really don't remember anything after that. I don't. I've been told what happened, but that's it for me until I woke up in Blue with Keith in front of me yelling my name. So, at this point I'm going to have to let someone else take over the story.

Pidge's POV

Okay, so what the fuck! Shiro looks like he is having a flashback, face slack, fallen to his knees. Allura looks like she is having some kind of guilt-induced coronary as she is grabbing her chest, face crumpled in pain. Lance just fucking snapped, like growling, lunging at the screen, Hunk is restraining him. And part of my brain has registered that there are little blood colored freckles all over the guy with the whip because about five cracks in he is apparently flipping Keith's blood back on him. Keith stopped screaming and his legs aren't holding him up anymore. The guy doesn't stop until after 10 lashes.

"We will have what you want." I snarl at him. "Do we contact you or are you contacting us?" I am not going to miss the details and go through this again. Panic later; fix now.

"I will contact you." Treyflex focuses his attention on me with a lewd smile. "Little one." He actually licked his lips, freaking pervert. Now Shiro is growling.

"Fine." I answered and the com goes black. I was concerned Shiro was about to break it.

Lance has finally broken free from Hunk's arms and is pacing the room. Hunk is wringing his hands, his eyes following his friend back and forth. Allura is pulling herself together. Shiro is blinking his eyes, seemingly trying to focus on now.

"Well what are we waiting on, let's go?!" Lance finally snapped.

"Go where? How?" Allura responded not unkindly.

We knew that Keith was being held on the planet, but not where. We had gone down about four varga ago in a trade attempt. The outpost was known to be a little black market, but we needed a part that was hard to come by and we'd gotten a lead that it was here. Luckily Coran had gotten the part. It was essential to keeping the healing pods functioning and he said that it would last like another 10,000 decaphoebs or something like that. Unluckily Keith had disappeared. We'd searched everywhere but had not been able to find him. One minute he was at a booth looking at knives and the next just gone. We'd come back to the castle to re-group when the "Captain" had contacted us, saying he had goods we wanted.

"Pidge?" I realized Lance had said something to me, but I'd missed it. He was now glaring at me with his hands on his hips.

"I…what?"

"Can you track their signal?" It was a legitamate question.

"I…let me see. Give me a couple dobashes." I pulled up a set and began running every type of scan or trace I could think of on the data from the recording. I should have been doing this live. Stupid, Pidge. I cannot keep making mistakes like this I need to keep my head in this.

I could hear Hunk and Allura trying other scans. Hunk was searching for Keith's communicator. I wish our armor wasn't so easily recognized because if Keith had been wearing that then tracing him would have been a breeze.

Three dobashes later and I could feel eyes on me. I looked up for a second to see Lance staring at the screen over my shoulder. His entire body was tense like a bow string. I've seen Lance sort of mad before, but not like this. This was like watching the angry clouds build up on the horizon, knowing that all hell is going to break loose soon.

"I've got something." I said just as his finger pointed to a dot on the screen. "Yes, there."

The others gathered around, and I throw my screen up onto the main display.

"Is that him?" Shiro asked hopefully.

"It is where the signal broadcasted from." I state carefully. "I cannot guarantee he is there, but the signal was live, so it seems likely, but if they were really good, they could have bounced the signal and I would not have the place of origin. The only way to be sure…" the words stuck in my throat.

"Is to wait for the next message." Hunk choked out in horror.

I nodded.

"Well the quiznak we are doing that." Lance yelled.

"Lance." Allura held up her hand in caution. "We can't just rush in, if he isn't there and we try to take the location, they could kill him."

"We can't just wait for them to come back to us either. Allura, no matter what we offer them it isn't going to be enough. He is just going to keep upping the fucking trade until he thinks he can't beat Keith anymore without killing him!" Lance snarled. I couldn't argue with his logic, but I couldn't fault Allura's either.

"Pidge, what can you tell us about that site, any scans, layouts?" Shiro, ever the leader began trying to work through the problem.

"I'm sorry. It's shielded."

"See! Why would it be shielded if he isn't there. We need to go." Lance pointed again at the screen and nearly shouted at Allura. Hunk came back behind him and tried to put an arm around his shoulder, but Lance wasn't having it and shrugged him off. He began pacing again.

"We will continue with scans. Pidge see if you can pick up any other communications, perhaps there will be an indication of where Keith is being held. Hunk, scan for any possible secondary locations based on the shielding technology used at this spot." Allura wasn't giving up, but she wasn't going to have them rush in blind either.

"We should come up with a barter as well." Shiro added. "What do we have that we can offer, maybe they will be more reasonable if we have something they want?"

"Yes, we should involve Coran in those discussion as well. He has been involved in a great deal more trading than I. He may have an idea of what they could want." Allura nodded. "Okay, we have about fifty dobashes. Pidge, Hunk, if you find anything let us know immediately. My first choice is to extract Keith prior to the trade negotiation if we can confirm the location, but I won't risk someone else being captured or being in the wrong place. Shiro and I will be in the med bay where Coran is working. He will need to complete the pod repair for Keith." Allura looked down to the ground as she said it and Lance growled.

In my mind the little voice said, and the part of Keith will be played by Lance today. Given the look on his face, I'm glad my brain to mouth filter caught that one. Lance resumed pacing, throwing his arms up in the air, apparently giving up. Something about that felt wrong. I think Shiro noticed too.

"Lance, do you want to help us?" He offered. I think he just wanted to keep an eye on him.

"Help what? Count how many Altean aspirin we think Keith's life is worth?" He snarled.

"Lance." Shiro stared him down for a moment.

"I'm sorry. I know. I think I'd rather just wait here. Pidge and Hunk are going to find something, and I want to be here when they do." He blew out a breath and stopped pacing to face Shiro.

Shiro's face softened and a kind of understanding flitted across it.

"Okay." He agreed and then they turned to leave, and Lance went back to pacing.

Twenty dobashes later I had nothing. I wasn't getting past the shielding. Hunk wasn't finding any matching shielding, which meant most likely Keith was there, but it wasn't proof. And at that moment I noticed a distinct lack of pacing in the room.

"Hunk?" I looked over to my companion who was equally focused on his task. "Where is Lance?"

"Oh quiznak." Hunk muttered finding the room just as empty as I had when he turned to look.

Keith's POV

They had apparently put me back in my cell after the whipping. I woke up lying on my stomach on the dirty cot. The smell of the blanket was almost enough to make me gag. The pain that burned like flames up and down my back when I moved was enough to push me over the edge and I tilted my head and vomited on the floor.

I have no idea how long I've been out. I know I'm due for another session in less than a varga. I can take it. There is no way the team can get to me in that time. I need to buy them another window. Just another round with the whip. It won't be that bad, no worse than the first. Only it will be because it already hurts from the first and right now just the idea of raising my arms over my head sends racks of pain shivering through my body. I can do this though. I have to. Just stay strong, stay alive, and the team will come. Shiro will come. He would never leave me behind or give up on me. Pidge and Hunk will find me. Allura will walk in and demand my return, making these jerks shake. Even Lance will come and get me. I didn't miss the anger on his face when that freak started in on my back. He'll defintely be here.

Later, I don't know how long because I zoned out, I could hear screaming coming from the hall. Maybe the team had found me already. I tried to focus on the words.

"What is going on? Where is he? What do you mean they are all dead?!" A panicked voice echoed. "Get back here! You cowards, you cannot run away! This is the biggest score we have ever made. That princess will practically hand over the keys to the castle when we are done with this!" The panic was being replaced by anger in the voice, which I now recognized as the leader, Treyflex.

"Captain, I don't know what happened to the other men. We have six missing now. Two others were found dead at the gate." Another voice.

"Captain, let's take him and leave, move him?" Another voice suggested.

"And miss the next check-in? No. We can move after that, we'll have time. You have ten dobashes to get him back into the com room and chained. We contact them in fifteen." Treyflex ordered and then Keith heard booted heals walking away.

The door rattled and opened. The creature that had beaten him earlier and another of similar coloring opened the door and stepped inside. Everything in me wanted to jump up and fight them, but my body refused to obey.

"Come on then." One of them said as he lifted me up by my shoulders and I groaned. "Just a few more lashes this time and the next." They laughed. "And the next and the next until you are almost dead, or the boss thinks your princess has run out of money."

"Yeah, and then we'll kill the lot of you and take all we want anyway." His friend laughed with him as they dragged me through a hall and toward the com room.

"Huvbray?" Another voice called. "Have you seen Ulert? I swear they were behind me and then gone." The voice quivered. "What is going on? We need to get out of here. I told you attacking Voltron was a bad idea, that princess is a witch, all Alteans were they had magic powers."

"Don't be ridiculous, Grebday." One of his guards snarled. "Do what the boss says, or you'll have him to worry about, do you want that?"

The other guard made a sound like a whine in his throat and scurried down the hall.

"That guy could die, and we'd be better off for it." Huvbray laughed and jerked on my arm, making the lines from the whip burn down my back. I tried to bite back the cry but wasn't entirely successful. The guards laughed. I really didn't like them.

I'm trying to stay alert, all this talk of missing and dead guards seems to scream rescue, but when and who. Death wasn't Shiro's usual style, though given the look on his face earlier he might have made an exception. Making Space Dad mad really isn't healthy. My thoughts were interrupted as we arrived in the room. I felt my wrists being locked back into the shackles. It hurts. They were pretty cut up from the last time. I wonder how long they let me hang by them before they moved me. I'm good with all of them being dead after this and I really don't have a problem picturing myself running them through with my sword.

I had expected to take another round of lashes, but hanging here, I can't seem to gather my thoughts. I don't want to do this again. This sucks. I twist against the shackles, even though I know they won't give. Maybe the blood from my wrists will give me enough slip to get out. Maybe I can dislocate a thumb or something and get a hand free.

I heard the main guy enter and the door be locked and closed behind him. This is it. I don't want to do this again. The screen activates and Allura and Shiro are standing there at the com. Coran is in the background.

"Where are the others?" The leader snarls.

"They are young. They are not involved in the trade and they do not deserve to see their friend in such a state." Allura snapped primly.

"What is your offer?" Treyflex looks nervous, but he doesn't press the location of the others. He wants out of here.

"I have five cases of medicines which include three hundred doses of vaccine against the Varulien virus, which I understand your species is particularly susceptible to that illness, additional a variety of healing creams and pain medications. I also have three barrels of food stuffs, which is enough to feed a crew of fifty for a year." Allura held her head high as she made the offer. She was aware it was worth a fortune in gac. She had not held back at all.

"It's a shame you don't care about him." Treyflex looked back at me. A cruel smile was forming on his face as he nodded to someone behind me. I heard movement and struggled against the bonds again. My heart thudded against my chest. I did not want this to happen again. I yanked at my hands trying to free them. Treyflex laughed. I glared at him, wishing him as much pain as I could imagine.

"I have offered you a king's ransom and you know it." Allura spat.

"Do I?" Treyflex laughed again. "I don't have a king though, I have a paladin, a young one, I'm sure he'd auction for a very nice sum on the market."

"Don't you dare." Shiro's voice was ice, even I shivered. Treyflex visibly pulled away from the screen as Shiro's face loomed. "You take this offer and consider yourself lucky."

"No." Treybek countered angrily. "I don't think so." He turned to watch the faces of my friends as he had me beaten. He was a pig.

I heard the whip crack behind me, and I flinched anticipating the coming pain. This was going to hurt worse than yesterday. It cracked one more time and then it stopped. I had closed my eyes waiting for the pain, but it didn't happen. A strangled sound came from behind me, gargled and choked.

Treyflex turned and saw something behind me. His eyes widened and he slammed the button on the console turning off the feed. He pulled a pistol and fired at something behind me. I heard a grunt. I pulled at the restraints again, I could feel the blood warm on my wrists, but they were so tight, I couldn't get my hands to move. I pushed my thumbs in and pulled again. Treyflex was firing more. I could hear a struggle behind me.

I screamed as I pulled again feeling the thumb joint in my left hand give way and pulling that hand free. I was able to turn and to say I was surprised might have been an understatement. One guard was on the ground, a knife in his throat, eyes glazed looking nowhere anymore. The second guard was grappling with Lance. Lance had apparently picked up a blade from somewhere and was using it to try to slice at his opponent. The guard was using his extra set of arms to pin Lance back against the wall, while he pummeled him in the gut with his other set. Lance had blood running from a wound at his shoulder. I couldn’t tell where else he was hurt.

"Hold him." Treyflex snarled and lined up his shot.

The hell with that. I gave a hard yank and felt the thumb on my right hand give and with a snarl I ran forward and tackled Treyflex to the ground. His shot went off and I heard Lance cry out, but I couldn't tell how badly he'd been hit as I had my hands full. Treyflex was trying to pull the pistol around to get a shot at me. I had two of his hands, including the one with the pistol pinned, but I couldn't manage to hold him down and get the other set held.

The noise changed from Lance's side of the room and I heard something hit the ground. Treyflex used my distraction against me and landed a hit to my back, knocking the wind out of me and allowing him to grab me. He pulled me around into a head lock and held my body over his. I could see Lance now, standing over another dead guard. I'm not sure how he did it.

His eyes snapped over to me and to the scum holding a gun to my head. His eyes were so cold, grey and turbulent as a storm. I have never seen him like this. Lance is the beach, warm and gentle, waves lapping around in comfort. Warm water that relaxes and holds you up while you float. He's spring rain that falls and soaks and nourishes the ground. This Lance is a hurricane, a tsunami, a blizzard. He is devastation and anger and death. Looking in those eyes I knew the creature behind me was already dead.

"Stay back! I will kill him." Treyflex warned and I wondered if he knew he was dead.

Lance blinked and smiled. I mean, smiled, like creepy I'm going to kill you smiled, and I have never been so glad to know that Lance was on my side of this war.

"Reap the whirlwind." Lance spoke calmly and then faster than I could even follow he'd pulled his bayard forming a smaller gun and blasted.

The creature behind me went limp and fell, unfortunately I wasn't really holding myself up at that point, so I fell too.

"Keith?" Lance was beside me. The fall had landed me on my back, and I think I blacked out. I realized Lance was bleeding from a wound to his forehead. It looked like a graze that started above his left eye and continued back over his temple and his ear.

"You're hurt." I reached out. I have to admit to being a little fuzzy at this point.

"You too." He smiled. "Was the line too over the top you think?" He muttered. He helped me up and slipped his uninjured shoulder under mine.

"Where's everyone?" I asked, surprised to not see the rest of the team. There had been fifteen creatures in this base at least.

Lance didn’t answer he just sort of made a sound.

"But, why aren't they here?" Something was off.

"I may have snuck out." I think he actually blushed. The man I watched cut down three soldiers and likely killed a dozen more, just blushed and admitted to…what?

"What?"

"We need to go." His eyes seemed to lose focus for a moment, and I know I felt him stagger.

"Lance?" I searched his face.

"Head hurts." He answered shortly and we began moving. About halfway down the hallway, Pidge and Hunk came running towards us.

"Lance? Keith?" Hunk was giving us the once over and not looking happy. He took my other side from Lance, which was good, because I wasn't really sure who was holding up who at this point.

"Blue is here. She came with is." Pidge looked over at Lance.

"Good." He blinked over at her. "I don't feel so good."

She hummed and nodded, "Let's get home. I've set a little something to blow this ship. No reason to leave questions behind."

Hunk shuddered.

"Questions?" I frowned.

"There are a lot of dead people here and we don't want to deal with the questionable authorities. Better to leave no evidence and hightail it." Pidge answered, her nose curled in distaste.

"Good riddance." Lance snarled.

"Yeah, okay buddy." Hunk looked over at him in concern.

"Lance?" I tried to get a better look at him, but it wasn't really working with the leaning on each other.

"They hurt you." He answered as if that explained it all.

Pidge made a bit of a choked sound. We made it back to the lions and Hunk helped me up into Blue with Lance. He went on to Yellow. Green was already in the air. Lance grabbed the controls and lifted off. On the screen I could see Yellow toting a shuttle pod from the castle as well. I wondered what exactly had happened here.

We made it back to the castle with no run-ins. The enemy vessel blew sky high as we were leaving the planet’s atmosphere. Pidge chirped that it was one of her better explosions. Lance hadn't said anything the whole way back, he was just kind of staring ahead. When we landed and he still didn't move I got more concerned.

"Lance?!" I touched his good shoulder. "Lance?!" I tried shaking him. "Lance, damnit answer me!" I knelt in front of him and yelled. His silence was enough to make me ignore the pain coursing through my hands and back.

He blinked slowly and ocean blue eyes tried to focus on me, "Keith?"

"Yeah."

"When did you get back?" His eyes rolled back in his head and slumped in the pilot's seat. I could hear Hunk come running up the ramp into Blue.

"HUNK!" I yelled. "He just passed out."

"Okay." Hunk answered grimly. "Shiro, I need a hand." Hunk must have been talking on the com.

The next thing I knew I was being helped off the floor of Blue by Shiro, "Shiro?"

"It's okay. We're going to get you healed up, okay?" Shiro laid his forehead against my forehead and I could almost feel calm flowing into me from the contact. "I'm glad to have you back." I leaned into his touch. I was not going to cry. Nope, not. Damnit not. Fuck. Stupid tears.

Lance's POV

I fell forward from cold into warmth. Arms wrapped around me and held me close. It felt good. There were several sets. A large soft set that hugged tight. A large hand on my shoulder steading me and keeping me from falling. Two small ones wrapped around my waist. Another hand almost the same size as me gripping my arm. I blinked until my vision cleared. Purple eyes were directly in front of me.

"Thank you." He said, smiling.

"What for?" I swear I don't know. I'm glad he's back, but how he got there or why I was hurt or in Blue earlier, it's all kind of blurry.

"Are you kidding me?" He frowned at me.

"No?" and I had to wonder, should I have been teasing him?

"You don't remember?" He just stared at me like I had two heads. I could hear laughter in the background.

"He did get shot in the head Keith." Shiro's voice seemed to be trying to offer reason.

"I got shot?" I blinked over at him and frowned.

"Yes, and we are going to have a very long talk about it,” He looked at me sternly and I wondered what exactly I had done. "But for now, you need food and rest."

"But he forgot! Again!" Keith's face was red, and he really looked upset.

"Sorry?" I offered I'm not sure what I did, but I didn't mean to upset him. What I didn't expect was for his face to crumple like that or for his eyes to get shiny with tears.

"You idiot." He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close in the tightest hug I have ever received in my life. I'm not sure what I did, but if I warranted this kind of reward, maybe I should do it again.

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Pining For A Prince | Part 1

Pairing: Keith x Lance

Warnings: little bit of language

A/N: So I saw this adorable Disneyland AU by @caelestee a couple of weeks ago and was obsessed with the idea of this AU so I decided I needed to write it. It’s the first Klance thing I’ve ever written but it’s also one of my favourite things I’ve ever written so 🤷‍♀️ It’s primarily Klance but there’s some background Romellura, Hunay and Adashi too. I don’t know how long this is going to end up being and how long it’s going to take to update every time but it will be finished eventually so I hope you stick with it if you enjoy it!

Word Count: 2663

Keith wiped the excess sweat from his brow as the little girl and her family walked away. He was boiling alive in the early-afternoon Californian sun but seeing the smiles he put on the faces of the little kids who came up to him made it all worth it. Contrary to popular belief, Keith actually wasn't as shy or brooding as most people assumed, he just naturally gave off a loner vibe in everyday life. He was great with kids and he loved being able to make others smile, his job at disneyland was a dream.

A soft gasp met his ears and he turned towards the sound, finding a young girl with bright red hair tugging on her mother's arm not far away.

“Mummy! Mummy! It's Prince Eric, I have to meet him!”

“Okay darling, go ahead.” The girl squealed with delight and ran towards him as her mother followed at a more leisurely pace.

“Ariel! Could it be? I've been looking everywhere for you!” Keith expertly feigned his character's surprise and joy at seeing ‘his princess’, his reaction making her giggle, the sound purer than anything he'd ever heard.

“Noo-o-ooo-oo,” her laughter broke up the drawn-out sound into more syllables than it should have been as she shook her head, “I'm not Ariel, she's my favourite princess though!” Keith gave her a thoughtful look as he crouched down to her level.

“Are you sure? You look just like her!” The girl giggled and blushed some more. “If you're really not Ariel then what's your name little princess?”

“Esme, but I'm not a princess, Prince Eric.”

“Esme, huh? Well that's kind of a pretty name. Princess Esme, it's an honour to meet you.” He stood and gave her a little bow before crouching down to talk to her again. After a few minutes she was ready to move on.

“Can I get picture please?” She asked before leaving.

“Of course princess!”

The girl's mother took out her phone and Keith posed with the girl for a couple of photos before also signing her autograph book. He promised to tell Ariel all about her before she met her later and the girl walked away with a grin wide enough to split her own face in two.

“Well who knew Mr brooding could be so charming? I may just swoon.” The teasing voice of Matt, or as he was known to park guests - Peter Pan, came from right behind him and he almost jumped out of his skin. He looked around quickly, seeing that the immediate area was mostly clear.

“Jesus, Matt! Warn a guy next time.”

“I'd say sorry if I was.”

“I appreciate that. And obviously I can be charming, I had to be to get the job. It remains a mystery how a menace like you managed to get cast though.” He smirked at his friend who just shrugged and grinned back as they both headed towards a cast member-only area for a break.

“Why do you think I got Peter Pan?”

“How's it going with your sister as your new Tink?”

“She's doing good so far, definitely has the mischievous persona down, and she's warming up to all the meeting and greeting.”

“That's good to hear. Honestly I was surprised when she told us the news, I always thought she hated kids.”

“She doesn't really, she's not a fan of the idea of having them but she's pretty good with them when she tries.” Matt shrugged and grabbed a bottle of water, downing the whole thing before reaching for another as Keith did the same. He almost choked on it a second later as a voice he'd recognise anywhere reached him.

“Keith! Matt! What's up guys?” Lance. Neither he nor Matt could reply immediately, Keith too busy choking and Matt laughing at him. “You okay buddy?” Lance came over to him and clapped a hand between his shoulders in an attempt to help.

“Yeah...I'm good.” He managed to splutter out and Matt finally managed to stop laughing.

“Great. Well, I've gotta get back out there, Allura's waiting on me. I'll see you both before the parade!” Lance disappeared almost as quickly as he'd arrived and Keith was left staring at the space he'd occupied just moments ago. His brain struggled to catch up with the swiftness of the interaction as it continued to fixate on where Lance's hand had rested on his back.

“If you don't stop with the dewy-eyed schoolgirl look in the next five seconds I'm telling everyone about your crush on Lance.” Matt threatened after spending a good 30 seconds waiting for Keith to snap out of it. The threat had the desired effect and Keith whipped his head round with a glare so quickly he almost gave himself whiplash.

“I will kill you if you even think about it, Holt.”

“I'd like to see you try.” It was an empty challenge, they both knew Keith would easily beat Matt in a fight but they also knew Keith would never hurt a friend. “But seriously, you should ask him out anyway.”

“Not unless you stop making heart eyes at the girl from the gift shop and actually talk to her.”

“Hey! I'll make a move eventually.”

“We all know that's not true, Matt.” A new voice joined their conversation.

“Shut up Shiro, you don't get to judge when it took you 3 years to ask Adam on a date.”

“Touché. You're still hopeless though.” He grinned as Matt scowled and Keith gave him a high five, glad to have someone on his side.

“Not as hopeless as your brother - the Prince of pining.”

“True, it must run in the family.” Keith shot his brother a betrayed look.

“Et tu, Brute?”

“Keith, you've had this crush on Lance since your sophomore year and you barely ever even talk to the guy, you brought the teasing on yourself.”

“Don't you have work to be doing?” Keith's voice was almost a growl, siblings really were the worst sometimes.

“Nope, I'm on a break. I've got a full 20 minutes to irritate my little brother.” He grinned the kind of grin which strikes pure fear into the heart of a younger sibling for it promises the kind of mischief and evil only an older sibling has the power to rain down on them. Keith, all too aware of the depths to which he and Shiro would go, wisely decided to make a swift exit at the sight of it. Yeah, he still had about 10 minutes of his break left but he decided just to take some extra time before the parade. No way was he going to suffer through Shiro's teasing if there was another choice.

“Well in that case I'm going back out. See you later guys.”

“Later Keith!” Matt called after him as he practically jogged away.

“You can't escape this forever Keith! I'm going to tease the shit out of you back home!” Shiro's not-quite-farewell earned him the middle finger from Keith and his answering laugh seemed to follow Keith even after he was well out of earshot. Brothers really were hell.

An hour after his brief encounter with Keith, Lance's hand was still tingling as if some of Keith's very essence still clung to it and the constant reminder was only prolonging his internal freak out. He spun Allura with practiced grace as they performed together for a small crowd in New Orleans Square but even the feeling of her hand in his couldn't rid him of the memory of how it had felt to touch Keith.

Finally their dance came to an end and Lance spent a few minutes talking to the kids and taking photos alongside Allura before they headed off to get ready for the afternoon parade. He couldn't keep the grin off his face or the spring from his step as they walked over to where the rest of the cast members gathered, so excited to get to see Keith again. However briefly that may be. The boy was beautiful, Lance was unafraid the admit that, especially in his Prince get-up, and even just a glimpse of his smile could make Lance's heartbeat go wild.

It was difficult to pinpoint exactly when he'd started developing a crush, certainly it was back in high school sometime. Back when Keith had been little more than a brooding shadow at the back of his classes, an enigma that Lance had spent far too much time trying to figure out instead of focusing on his studies. Knowing it was hopeless though, he'd buried that crush deep down for a long time and moved on, that was, until they'd both gotten cast as princes at Disneyland and Lance had found himself falling all over again.

It had been a shock, if he was honest, that not only had Keith auditioned (Keith! brooding, slightly menacing Keith wanted a job at Disneyland!), but he'd actually got the job. Knowing what the job entailed meant re-evaluating everything he'd thought he knew about Keith and, with this new perspective on the guy, Lance knew he was screwed. And that was before he'd seen him in costume!

“Someone's excited to see his Prince Charming it seems.” Allura's smirk was clear in her voice and Lance didn't even bother to turn his head to see it.

“He's Prince Eric, not Prince Charming. Wrong movie Allura.” He replied without thinking and it took a few seconds for him to realise his mistake. “Shit.”

He could feel the triumph radiating from the girl beside him and wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him up right there. Allura loved nothing more than to tease him and he'd just handed her all the ammunition she needed to make his life hell for at least a couple of months.

“Oh my god! You finally admitted it Lance! I finally got you!” She bounced along beside him and clapped gleefully. “Oh this is perfect!”

“Allura, I swear if you breathe a word to anyone else I will stop helping you with Romelle.” He didn't particularly like having to use that threat, he wanted Allura and Romelle to get together as much as anyone, but desperate times call for desperate measures. She pouted at that but agreed.

“Fine, I won't say anything but nothing you can do is going to stop the teasing. And I am sooo helping you get him, it's now my mission in life.”

“You're a nightmare.” He rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation but his voice was fond.

“Yep, but that's why you love me...almost as much as you love Keith.” She grinned and ran ahead to join the rest of their friends before Lance had a chance to retaliate and he sighed once again before walking over at a more leisurely pace.

“Lance!” Matt and Pidge yelled in sync, identical mischievous smiles on both their faces as they waved him over. He didn't trust those smiles one bit.

“Hey guys, how's it going?” He asked, somehow managing to keep his suspicion out of his voice and off his face.

“Oh same as ever, just now with the added entertainment from my darling sister.” Matt pulled said sister into a side hug which looked to be crushing the smaller girl.

“Fuck off Matt.”

“Language Pidgey! This is Disney, no swearing allowed!” Lance gave her the disappointed parent look and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“You can fuck off as well.” The two boys just sighed.

“You really are a delight to be around you know?”

“I try.” Her smile was falsely sweet as she batted her eyelashes before something behind Lance caught her eye. He watched with growing dread as that smile turned downright wicked and spun around to see what caused it. His stomach dropped as he saw Keith and Ezor a few feet away, deep in conversation, whatever Pidge had in mind was not going to end well for him.

“Keith! Dude come over here!” Keith looked over at the shout and Lance saw his face twisting with some sort of emotion he couldn't decipher as he saw the three of them. Ezor, however, looked knowingly between them and smirked before dragging over a reluctant Keith.

“Fancy seeing you here,” She said by way of greeting, still with that oddly knowing look.

“Considering it's their job as well as ours, that shouldn't be so surprising.” Keith helpfully pointed out.

“You're no fun.”

“Leave him alone, it's not his fault he's intrinsically grumpy.” Pidge finally managed to extract herself from Matt's hug in time to properly tease Keith.

“I hate all of you.”

“Liar.”

“Pidge, if you called me over just to be mean then I'm going. Maybe the princesses will be better company.” Lance felt himself wilt slightly at the prospect of Keith going, the break before the parade was one of the few times in the day he had a chance to have a proper conversation with him. Even when he could hardly manage to say a word, he could at least be in his presence and sometimes that was enough.

“Y'know, I expect they would be. YO ALLURA!” The heads of all the girls whipped around at the yell. “Bring your princess troupe over here, these guys are boring.”

“Coming!” She, Nadia, Romelle, Shay, and Nyma came to join them though the rest of the princesses elected not to, they'd never really gotten comfortable in this particular group of friends.

“What's up?” Nadia greeted them and Lance zoned out the conversation for a bit. Keith had shuffled closer to him to make room for the girls and he became uncomfortably aware of the heat radiating from him even through the heat of the day. He spent most of the next 10 minutes sneaking glances at Keith whenever there was no attention on him. He couldn't help it, whenever he was around him his gaze was drawn to the boy like a magnet and he was long passed trying to resist the pull.

“Alright, 5 minutes to show time, everyone in place!” Coran interrupted both Lance’s thoughts and the group’s conversation, all of them heading off to their respective floats. He chanced one last glance at Keith, only to find him already looking at him. Cheeks heating alarmingly, Lance whipped his head back round and boarded his float where Allura was waiting, a falsely innocent smile on her face as she pointedly didn’t look at him. It was a deliberate tactic to irritate him into talking to her and letting her tease him. He knew this but he still asked anyway.

“What’s that smile for.”

“Oh nothing, just planning you and Keith’s wedding, it’s going to be beautiful, a private beach ceremony at sunset, fireworks later, fairy lights everywhere, you two sneaking off to dance and kiss on the beach and under the stars during the reception. Shiro will be Keith’s best man, Hunk yours, your niece will be the cutest flower girl ever and Pidge, Romelle, Veronica and I can be your bridesmaids. You can do the bouquet throw and we'll all let Shay catch it and Hunk will be all flustered as it gives him the courage to finally propose to her. Everyone will be happy crying and we'll all eat too much and drink too much and we'll have the biggest party ever. No one will ever want it to end. It will be even better than Shiro and Adam’s.”

“Shiro hasn’t even proposed yet.”

“I know, but I have their wedding planned already as well. Yours will be better though.”

“I’m not marrying Keith, Allura, it’s just a crush. An unrequited one at that.”

“Sure it-” before she could finish their float started moving and they had to quickly get into character. It was hard for Lance to concentrate with Allura’s teases circling around his brain. He had to admit, she had planned his perfect wedding. Right down to his perfect groom.

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