#ticklish!allura

[ticklish-ghost]

So you know. I Personally think Shiro ticklish everywhere. But. I think his Most ticklish spots are his hips, thighs, underarms and neck. Anyways i am So disappointed I haven't seen tickle-related alien things so far. Because OBVIOUSLY there can be a thousand of different races that revovle around tickling (I'm being very dramatic and silly). And when you're the Leader, well you're often the one who has to go talk to them first- if it's not Allura.. Not to mention the high tech. And also the lions themselves. I feel there was some potential lost there. The lions when they play with their paladins teehee #bonding

[bubblegum-switch]

Louder, My ‘Lee

Enjoy some definitely pre-established!Klance and I-don’t-even-know-when!Shallura.

Title: Louder, My ‘Lee

Themes: ‘Ler/Implied-ticklish!Keith, ‘Lee/ticklish!Lance, ‘Ler/Implied-ticklish!Shiro, ‘Lee/ticklish!Allura, Keith being mean and teasy, seriously there’s lots of verbal teasing, Shallura being fluffy, Shiro and Allura being dorks, Lance being most of the ‘lees in the community, Hunk and Pidge also being bros, Lance being adorable and kind-of insecure about liking The Thing™, the author shamelessly projecting their life onto characters for the sake of writing and being put into Such A Mood because of it, and a contest that would Kill The Author Personally, fuck this is so improbable regardless of anything don’t look at me, but hey thanks for 50 followers i can’t believe how thirsty we all are for klance content, also i’m like 99% sure there won’t be a part 2 because of how similar it would be to this one

Rating: Pretty tame but… Keith is a teasy bastard�� it’s all SFW tho seriously

Word Count: app. 2.5k

(A/N: Yes, that is how they catch shrimp, yes that is what they call it, and yes I had to sit through a documentary that it was part of while my father was right next to me so… fun times. But I guess it paid off lmao)

The six – sans Coran who currently had the slipperies – were eating dinner. Naturally, Hunk made the food at this point and their days of Food Goo were long in the past. They’d pushed the chairs closer together so the three chairs on each side were nearly touching, since now it felt weird having so much space between them.

Keith sat in-between Pidge and Lance on one side while Shiro sat in-between Hunk and Allura on the other. They all ate their food happily with little bits of conversation popping up here and there, but mostly the hall was quiet as they were enjoying their dinner.

“Mmm, this is fantastic, Hunk, one of your best dishes yet!” Lance mused as he took another large bite.

Hunk smiled proudly. “I figured you’d like it, Lance. It was the closest to seafood as I could find.”

“If we were back on Earth, I’d never know it wasn’t shrimp! It tastes like home, man,” he praised, taking another chomp.

“It really is excellent, Hunk,” Allura chimed in. “But what’s shrimp?” she asked none of them in particular.

Shiro chuckled fondly. “They’re these little animals that live in the ocean. People catch them with these special nets and then you can cook them in a lot of different ways. I could be wrong but I think they’re one of the most popular kinds of seafood back on Earth.”

Pidge piped up from her bite of food. “Wait, ‘special’ nets? I didn’t know they were any different.”

Lance felt his face grow just a shade pinker, and he heard Keith snicker under his breath next to him, but whether Keith noticed the blush, or merely knew what Lance was thinking was unknown to him. Both were possible. Living on an island with lots of seafood had very few disadvantages, but this was one: Lance knew a lot about catching seafood. The blue paladin was mentally begging for no one to explain it to Pidge.

Of course, Shiro decided to. “Well, I don’t quite remember all the details, but the nets have fronds or extra strings or something on them to, heh, ‘agitate’ the shrimp to pick them up in the net.” He smirked. “They call it ‘The Shrimp Tickler,’ because apparently shrimp are ticklish.”

Pidge, Keith, and Hunk all laughed. Lance forced a few uncomfortable and nervous chuckles from his reddened face, and Allura just looked like she was thinking.

“What’s up Allura?” Pidge asked, smiling.

“I don’t think that ‘shrimp’ – at least the ones I’m familiar with – would have an advanced enough nervous system to feel such a thing.” She looked at the oldest paladin. “Shiro, you aren’t playing another trick on me, are you?”

Lance – who was now of course hyper-alert at this point – saw the predatory grin on Shiro’s face, and would’ve hid his own face if he wanted to call attention to himself.

Shiro turned towards the alien princess. “How could you accuse me of such a thing?” He said with mock-hurt. “I mean if we have to test my statement—”

He reached out and squeezed her side, and she squeaked. “Shiro! I’m not—” but she quickly dissolved into giggles as he ran his fingers up and down her sides.

“See Allura? Shrimps are ticklish!” he smiled, laughing along with her.

“I cahan behe tahahaller than yohohu!”

“Aw yeah, get her Shiro!” Hunk shouted, laughing too.

Lance was trying to ignore it but knew he was staring. He knew it was only a matter of time until someone noticed him…

“Like what you see?” Keith whispered into his ear, and Lance knew that voice very well.

Lance froze and didn’t respond, but a small smile leaked past his lips and betrayed his feelings. He bit his lip to try to hide it but Keith took notice of that, too.

“Hm? Are you jealous of Allura?” Keith said just loud enough to put a teasing tone into his voice, but not nearly loud enough to be heard by the others.

Luckily for Lance, the others were too preoccupied to notice: Shiro was still tickling Allura, and Pidge and Hunk were betting each other on if Allura was going to turn the tables. No one noticed the boy squirming in his chair with a face that almost matched his “tormentor’s” lion.

“Do you wish you were Allura and I was Shiro?” Keith teased in that same voice, and snaked his arm around Lance’s waist and lightly drummed him fingers against the taller boy’s side while pulling him just a little closer. Lance bit his lip harder and tried to not show anything was happening. Keith knew from the silence that Lance was pretty much dying (re: melting) on the inside.

When they were alone Lance wouldn’t even try to stay quiet because he didn’t care if he was laughing during his arguments or not, so he could refute anything and hold his own (more or less). But now? Lance was trying as hard as he could not to do anything so no one would notice.

How funny, Keith thought, amused to no end by it, he loves being the center of attention but now he can’t stand it. He was so proud of that statement he had formed in his mind, that he whispered it into Lance’s ear. He made sure to brush his lips and his breath against the blue paladin’s ever-so-sensitive ears as he did so, just to make him shiver and nearly leak out a giggle.

“Why don’t you laugh for me?” Keith teased softly, then nearly laughed himself as he got another thought. “Maybe Shiro and I should have a contest… who can get their ‘lee to laugh louder?” He saw Lance’s face grow redder than he thought possible, maybe it was the notion of the suggestion itself or the fact that he called Lance his ‘lee. He changed his hand so it was teasing at bare skin under Lance’s shirt, just ever-so-softly tickling above the waistband of his jeans.

Lance may have been yelling “no” in his mind repeatedly after that suggestion, but he loved what was happening. Not necessarily the fact that it was in front of everyone – that was awfully mean of Keith – but… he really loved Keith and he also really loved being tickled so he’d take it. He knew Keith would stop if he could tell Lance wasn’t enjoying himself, so he wasn’t too worried. But also… he wasn’t sure how much Keith was joking about that little “game” that he suggested. He knew that Keith knew it would embarrass him, but if somebody noticed how much “trouble” Lance was having then… oh god he hoped no one would notice. That just might give Keith the opportunity to do so.

Keith’s hand shot to Lance’s stomach as he saw that Shiro’s hand had switched to Allura’s. Allura’s laughter increased in volume as Lance nearly jumped out of his skin, a sharp laugh escaping his lips before he slammed them shut again and was left shaking in his seat. Luckily for him, Allura drowned him out sound-wise. Unluckily for him, Pidge saw the motion out of the corner of her eye and noticed that Keith’s hand mirrored Shiro’s. She met eyes with Keith and smirked. She met eyes with Shiro and raised her eyebrows, seemingly having a nonverbal conversation with both of them. She looked back at Hunk, who smiled a knowing smile.

“So, my little green friend,” Hunk began, much to the blue paladin’s chagrin, “shall we propose a new wager?”

Lance’s stomach dropped. Nooooo…

“And what might that wager be, Hunk?” Pidge asked with mock-innocence, fully well-aware of what was about to happen.

“Well, I bet Shiro can make Allura laugh louder.”

“Pssh no way, Keith can totally make Lance laugh louder,” she laughed mischievously.

Hunk smirked, “hm I don’t know, he’s being pretty quiet right now…”

Keith chimed in with a darker tone, but laughing as well as he still worked Lance’s skin beneath his nimble fingers. “He was just being quiet because he didn’t want anyone to hear him laugh. Give me a second—”

Keith snaked an arm behind him, pulled him closer, and now used both hands now to tickle Lance’s stomach as the blue paladin erupted into a fit of giggles. He tried grabbing at Keith’s hands, but the red paladin noticed that once Lance actually managed to grab a hold of his wrists, he didn’t move them away. If anything, he pulled them closer. Keith tried not to make a sound of endearment at the action, or perhaps lack-of-action, and instead turned it against him.

“You like this, huh? Not even trying to move my hands away?” he teased as Lance’s laughter increased. He looked over to see Shiro whispering in Allura’s ear as well, and the red and black paladins smiled at each other for a moment before returning to their missions.

“You just want me to tickle you,” he whispered matter-of-factly. Lance’s face was beet-red. Keith knew just how much teasing got to him and a part of him almost felt a little bad, but then the sympathy went away when he remembered really how much Lance was loving this, and then Keith’s stomach jumped a little when he thought of how much revenge Lance would be exacting later. But no matter, there were more important things at hand.

“Come on, you can be louder than that,” he whispered again. “I can move to somewhere more… ticklish… if it’ll help.” He drew out the word that he knew Lance would be affected by, before slowly moving the quick fingers up his sides. Lance began to twist and squirm in his seat as his giggles grew into fuller laughs, and Keith heard that he was less-reserved about it now.

“I know how much you love this… being at my mercy, feeling my fingers dance all over you, the electrifying sensations… and I know you love to laugh, Lance.” His hands were coming closer and closer to Lance’s armpits, and all things combined were creating desperate-sounding laughter from the blue paladin’s mouth. Keith knew that even though Lance’s laughter may have made it seem so, he hadn’t even come close to having had enough yet. All their times before had led Keith to know exactly when to stop, and Lance was nowhere near that.

“Come on my ‘lee, laugh for me. You’re so ticklish Lance, I don’t know how you’re holding out…”

Lance’s mind was turning to mush, but he was in heaven. He was maintaining enough composure to avoid curling up into Keith though; he wanted to keep a little shred of dignity. He wanted to keep just how much he liked… that… unknown to the others. He didn’t care that Keith knew, obviously, but Lance himself thought it was weird, even though Keith never made him feel weird about it. But who knows what the others would think?

His heart jumped when he realized Keith called him his ‘lee again… he did like being called that…

At least he knew he could get Keith back for this later.

He was writhing in his seat, and he opened his eyes to try to see Allura, who was in a similar but far worse situation to him. Shiro was using his Galra arm to gently but firmly hold both of her wrists above her head while he used his free arm to tickle her armpits, rapidly switching between them. Her laughter rang sweet and high above Lance’s due to pitch, but they just about matched in volume.

One thing Lance noticed – before Keith increased pressure on Lance’s armpits forcing him to wrench his eyes closed again – was that Shiro had a big, dopey lovey-dovey grin on his face. God, it felt so good to see that man in love.

“Come on Lance, we might win,” Keith whispered. “Thank god you’re so ticklish…”

Keith figured it was time to add another punch, and he pulled Lance onto his lap. Still tickling under his arms, he started nibbling the blue paladin’s neck.

Lance nearly screamed with laughter and covered his face, but Keith persisted. Lance knew Keith wouldn’t push him too far, so by this point he didn’t have anything left to be worried about.

Keith looked over and saw Shiro was slowing his attack. He didn’t ease up on Lance just yet, however, because he wanted to win… but also because of the fact that he knew Lance was absolutely in love with this.

When Allura’s laughter was nearly gone, Keith began letting up. Not because he thought Lance had had enough, he still had a very, very long way to go before that point, but because the blue paladin was probably embarrassed and Keith didn’t want it so all the attention was on him – then he might not actually enjoy it. He stopped nibbling Lance’s neck and started nuzzling it instead, and he slowed his fingers until they stopped. He pulled his hands back, and chuckled at how Lance near-imperceptibly moved back towards his hands in their absence. Keith looked at the others with a big smile on his face. Actually, everyone had a big smile on their face.

“So, who won?”

Hunk and Pidge shared a glance. “Well, it was close for a while,” Hunk began, lacing his fingers together in front of him very seriously.

“But Lance was louder by far,” Pidge finished in an equally theatrical manner.

“Oh, come on,” Shiro laughed, helping Allura sit up straight again and then massaging her shoulders to alleviate any resulting tension.

“It was a good fight, Shiro. We’ll beat them next time,” Allura said playfully, but an edge of seriousness could be heard. Shiro was amazed that she actually wanted to win… and to do it again?

Keith grinned at Lance and slung his arm around the blue paladin’s shoulder. “Oh, so there’ll be a Round 2 eventually?”

Lance’s face reddened again, but he smiled sheepishly. “Oh, shut it, Keith.” His smile brightened suddenly as a light bulb went off in his head. He smirked at Keith, then the princess. “You know Allura, I think next time we should switch it up, and the two of us can see who can make our guys laugh louder. Whaddaya say, Keith? Shiro?”

Lance shoved Keith lightly, and he laughed at how Keith’s eyes widened for a moment before he stopped them. He also saw how Keith twitched his head so his hair fell over a good portion of his face to hide the encroaching blush.

Shiro’s face dusted pink, but Allura chimed in before he could say anything. “That’s a great idea, Lance! Besides, it’s only fair, right Shiro?” She looked up at him.

Shiro stammered out something about… something. It seemed even the notion of turning the tables was enough to render him a blushy, stuttering mess.

Allura giggled at his reaction. “If you’re doing that already, I’m sure we’ll win!”

“Mmm, I don’t know, Princess, I think I’ve got it in the bag. I’ll definitely win,” Lance said casually, stretching his tired muscles and leaning to whisper in Keith’s ear in a manner not unfamiliar:

“I’m sure of it.”

[ao3feed-klance]

Lux Brumalis

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tR7BTYs

by dailyandgaily

Following Keith’s return from the Blade, he and Lance find that their dynamic has shifted for the worse. Their time apart has driven a wedge between them, wherein Keith had brought up his walls yet again, ruining the delicate balance they had achieved before Keith left.

So in a desperate attempt to garner Keith’s attention, Lance goes out of his way to crack jokes, and in doing so, he makes Keith laugh for the first time. From that point onward, he makes it his life's mission to try and hear that laugh more often—wanting to use it to close this newfound divide between them. And in the process, he discovers that the intimidating and seemingly untouchable Keith Kogane is actually ticklish.

All the while, Keith is harboring a secret from the rest of the team. He’s forced to reckon with his heritage as he comes to the horrifying realization that he’s turning Galra, and there’s no way for him to fix it. But it seems kismet has a different plan in mind when Lance finds out, refusing to let him deal with it alone.

Words: 3744, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

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

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Keith is ticklish, Lance is smitten with his laugh, First Kiss, Pining Lance (Voltron), Pining Keith (Voltron), Galra Keith (Voltron), Keith is turning Galra, Touch-Starved Keith (Voltron), Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Smut, Bottom Keith (Voltron), Top Lance (Voltron), Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together, if you squint there's plot, the plot is they're gay

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[ticklefits]

maybe keith (vld) for the tickling ask meme? :D

character tickling ask meme! | @fandomsnfluff

keith kogane:

on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

i’d say probably an 8. keith definitely seems like the broody touch-starved type whos actually very sensitive but you wont know until he lets you get close.

where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

neck, lower back, and the just below his ribs. all very specific places that will get you a broken hand if you try to touch there.

which spots are they not ticklish?

sorry folks, keith isn’t all that ticklish on his sides or hips, which are some pretty common places to be sensitive. you might get some giggles if you catch him by surprise and tickle him in those places, but nothing of significance and you bet your ass he’s going to retaliate 

what is their laugh like?

it’s higher in pitch than someone might expect looking at him, but you sort of get it once you hear his voice, cause the man aint all that deep. it’s still cute though, and he gets choked up and wheezes sometimes when he laughs too hard since he hasnt had all that much to laugh about growing up, so its foreign to him ):

do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

to a degree, yes. it depends on the person, and you’d better be close to him if you’re tickling him, because you can and will get hurt if you arent. if you’re his lover, chances are, it’s gonna be considered both a wholesome, platonic thing and a bedroom thing, dependent on the situation 

are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

i definitely feel like its both, but keith can give off some serious ler energy. remember that scene when allura snapped a spoonful of food goo and got pidge in the face, and not even seconds later, keith growls out a “go loose, pidge!” and flips that shit right back at A PRINCESS? shit gave me chills and yall cant look me in the eyes and tell me that man wouldn’t WRECK YOUR SHIT if he wanted to 

who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

he probably doesn’t initiate tickle fights often because a) he’s very ticklish himself and b) he has a problem with vulnerability. those issues get better though and once keith gets closer to the others, tickle fights deffo become more of a thing and yes, lance is definitely always a consistent target because that boy mouth be runnin marathons. sometimes keith goes after shiro, but mans quickly regrets that one LMAO

who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

shiro is a terrifyingly good tickler and adam could attest to that. chris can also attest to that. keith had to deal with some real ticklish nightmares as a kid growing up with shiro, and even after he became an adult and found shiro again, that didn’t stop. lessened a little bit sure, but if shiro needed to make keith feel better or punish him for being the brat he is, he knew what to do

does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

if hes the lee in the situation, then yes it does. if hes the ler, then he will absolutely use it against whoever hes tickling and has no problem saying it, hes simply that bitch sometimes

are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

not so much embarrassed, he just knows that he would be a target for constant tickle attacks if the people around him found out about his ticklish secret. so yes, he does deny it/hide it and will go into fight or flight if you start teasing him about it.

would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

being a warrior, keith is definitely used to harsher things and with all the training he’s always doing, i wouldn’t be surprised if you needed to dig in there to really get him howling if thats what you want. but i feel like, gentle tickling would not only affect him physically, but also mentally and emotionally, and it would be such a sight seeing him melt like that 

is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

if you’re his lover, keith is actually partial to having his lower back tickled. soft, little strokes can be soothing to him and lull him right to sleep. and, on the other side of the coin, full blown tickles on his back just feel good in a different sort of way (:< if you’re just a friend, don’t tickle him -- thats what he prefers LMAO

is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

his neck is a big no-no unless you are, you guessed it, his lover. it doubles as an erogenous zone and if you tickle him there, as a friend, chances are, hes gonna smack you away and maybe even run

would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

nah, he wouldn’t. he’s not big on asking for tickles for himself, even when hes feeling touch-starved; theres nicer, less embarrassing ways to curb that craving for touch, so, the other person would have to decide to tickle him of their own accord

does teasing affect them?

yes, no matter whether hes lee or ler. as a lee, teasing embarrasses him and he acts out because of it, and will definitely become more sensitive because of it. when he’s a ler, good fucking luck to the lee, because his teasing as a ler is so AWFUL. he’s the why are you laughing, im not even doing anything to you type of ler, the oh, not here? how about here type of ler, the mock laughter and pleading type of ler. mans is pure evil when hes a ler and if you’re a cute lee, he gets even WORSE

[cankarmawrite]

For the prompts: kimallura, "it wasn't like this before."

VAGUE SPOILERS FROM CR 1 and RECENT CR 2 EPISODES

“I cannot lose you again.”

“Allie-”

The blonde woman fell to her knees on the plush rug beside their bed, hands gripping Kima’s tightly as she spoke, “If things start looking worse you know we’ll be there to help them if needed. Until we reach that point, I beg you not to join fights before you’re needed.”

Kima frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, “I know my limits Allie.”

Allura snorted in laughter as she bent forward to kiss away the furrow between Kima’s brows, “I know you do, but my love you are stubborn. Age and experience have made you less reckless, but I don’t doubt for a second that you would have followed that motley crew into battle without so much as a second thought if I hadn’t insisted.”

The bronze skin across the halfling’s cheeks darkened minutely at this and she ducked her head in shame, “They looked scared Allura. It reminded me too much of fighting alongside Vox Machina...of the fear we all felt staring down impossible odds?”

The human sighed and rose slowly to her feet, blue eyes looking years older for a moment as memories of Thordak, the Briarwoods, and Vecna filled her mind.

“It wasn’t like this before.”

“Hm?”

Allura motioned for Kima to scoot further onto the bed so they could get under the covers, drawing the halfling’s form close as soon as the blankets settled around them.

“Once upon a time I wouldn’t have stopped you- asked you to stay,” Allura’s arms tightened momentarily around Kima, her voice quavering as she continued.

“Kima you’ve been tortured...turned to stone...you’ve almost died multiple times...I have almost lost you so many times and after 25 years of boring politics I don’t think I can stand the thought of it happening again.”

The darker-skinned woman wiggled out of Allura’s grasp to sit up in bed, urging Allura to sit up as well. Once she had complied, Kima took Allura’s face between her hands and looked her dead in the eye before grinning cockily, “I’m super tough and Bahamut loves me. What’s the worse that could happen?”

“Kima!”

She winced as her wife smacked her bicep before leaning in to press her forehead against Allura’s.

“I’m sorry, Allie. I understand why you’re scared...I just want-”

“-To help,” The arcanist finished with a watery smile. “I know, and we’ll still be helping the Mighty Nein, just not by being on the battlefield.”

“Yet-”

Allura smacked Kima again and huffed a sigh as she shuffled back down on the bed until she laid pouting up at her wife, “You’re incorrigible.”

“That’s why you love me!” Kima crowed happily as she snuggled into the familiar curve of Allura’s body.

Allura huffed a sigh and wrapped her arms around her wife, “It is one of many reasons.”

Silence stretched between them as the tension bled out of the conversation and the weight of all the information they’d been told settled in.

“It wasn’t like this before,” Kima sleepily echoed with a dopey smile. “You weren’t my wife and I couldn’t hold you like this.”

“Mm, that’s also true,” Allura agreed before yawning.

“I promise I’ll stay with you Allie, despite knowing how much you love watching me fight.”

This earned Kima a pinch to the very ticklish spot on the back of her thigh. Allura smiled as she kissed Kima good night and began to drift off to sleep.

It hadn’t been like this before, but Allura wouldn’t trade the life she had now for all the money in the world.

[ocsandallthatjazz]

MCFISB FOR THE OTP ASK GAME

wow, mcfisb is my favorite, mcfisb is my otp

What was their first impression of each other?

Lance thought Fish seemed nice and charming and left that first class with pretty good vibes. Fish saw Lance crack a joke and, boy, can you say heart eyes? He basically went “oh, there you are and I’m in trouble.”

What is their ship name?

Mcfish!!! I love it!

Describe their relationship dynamic.

They are sunshine and happiness. This is a couple that feels forever young. They are so similar that it is so easy to read each other and through that bond they are able to understand themselves better too.

What was their relationship like before they got together?

They were classmates for years and they always got along very well, but they had different core friend groups growing up, Fish was one of the “popular kids” and that makes it harder to bond. Once Lance returns to Earth, they become very fast and close friends like they had wanted.

How would they describe each other?

Lance: “Fish is out of my league. He’s so magnetic. You see his smile and you know your day just got better." Fish: "Lance is like all of the cosmos wrapped together. He's so understandable, but so unpredictable. Who needs outer space with the adventure of a lifetime right there."

What do they love about each other?

So much...basically everything. They both especially love each other’s senses of humor. Fish loves Lance’s passion and protectiveness for others. Lance loves Fish’s comforting and positive nature.

What do they have in common?

They both love the ocean! They’re also both super ticklish and yell-singing to their favorite songs in the car.

What are some differences between them?

Lance dreamed of being a pilot and loves to fly, most moving vehicles scare the life out of Fish. He can’t imagine being the one behind the wheel.

What made them realize they were in love?

Fish kind of always knew that he would fall in love with Lance. By their first date he was already gone. Lance realizes on the Atlas, when looking out at the stars with Fish, he doesn't feel homesick anymore.

What are their love languages?

Tbh all of the types. They both use words and quality time the most though.

Do they get married? Who proposes and how?

They’re so married via a huge wedding with all the family and friends. After a special date night, Fish casually says he thought Lance was gearing up to propose. Lance says he thought Fish was gonna propose. They went “huh,” laughed, and got engaged.

What would happen if they never met?

That means one of them didn’t go to the Garrison, so like potentially the world would be destroyed.

Who dies first? How does the other one react?

Lol remember when Lance dies in like season 6? Sadly I do! At some point Lance makes a dark joke about it and Fish goes. What. Time to unpack that! And of course he cries.

Are there any love rivals?

Ha! Not really. Lance is over Allura by the time they’re back on Earth. Does Fish’s pact with James to marry when they’re 40 count? Nah.

Describe your favorite moment of that ship!

Their wedding...is perfect. It's big and loud and just a little flashy just like them. And they look perfect with the sun drooping down on the beach behind them. It really is just all the happiness of the past years with all the excitement for the future. Their best kiss isn't from the ceremony, it's on the dance floor surrounded by friends, with laughter mixed in.

What do other characters think about this relationship?

Hunk’s logic is Lance is fun and Fish is fun so together they are extra fun! Coran decides it’s his duty to vet Fish for Lance, but he eventually passes the vibe check. 

Describe or write a really fluffy scene!

I don't have it written but I really want to. Their first date gives me cavities to think about. Lance goes in so nervous but there's Fish who just keeps asking for more of his stories as they're walking through the park. And they have some heart to hearts about when Lance was gone and it turns out his family already loves Fish?! Anyway, their first kiss is under the stars like it should be and Fish can't stop grinning the rest of the night.

Describe or write a really angsty scene!

Fish has a breakdown after seeing his sister after over a decade. When first meeting with her he’s trying so hard to bottle everything up and pretend he’s fine. Once she drives away, Lance just says “It’s okay to be angry, Eli. It’s okay to be sad.” And Fish just falls to the ground and cries in Lance’s arms after being so used to locking those feelings away for so long.

Talk about a headcanon you’ve never talked about before.

You specifically have heard everything I’m sure but let me try for something... Lance really loves watching Fish sing and dance because it’s not like he’s a pro or anything but he’s so lively that he gets sucked in.

What does a typical date look like for them?

Usually just grabbing a bite at one of their local haunts. Karaoke night is always a blast, too. Honestly, they always run into friends and end up hanging out with them for ours instead of just the two of them.

What’s a really significant moment in their relationship?

After things have calmed down and Lance is recovering in the hospital, Fish goes to visit and they are finally able to catch up without running around to prepare for a fight. Fish tells Lance out of nowhere that he’s “really glad you’re back.” It means a lot to Lance after feeling shelved for awhile.

Ask your own question! [Where do you see them in 20 years?]

They’re happily married and lamenting about how fast their four kids are growing up - most of them are in high school! They have a house near all of their friends because they’re saps. Fish would be a high-ranking officer and instructor for the tech department at the Garrison still, while I feel like Lance is more likely to retire earlier. They’re just happy and in love and still acting younger than they are.

OTP Ask Game

[rubymoon-snape]

Keith (Voltron Force) - #18 -Things they'll never admit

Keith actually liked the upgrades and paint job Black got on Dradin. Daniel has actually impressed Keith more than Keith has stated.

Lance (Voltron Force) -#7 -Their tickle spots

Lance is ticklish under his arms and on the back of his neck. (Allura discovered the neck one and now Lance is a little jumpy when they're alone).

[bubblegum-switch]

Does Keith get all twitchy whenever Lance holds a brush

agh yes but not constantly. He’s on guard all the time, tho. He can hide it pretty well (to outsiders anyway, lance always knows) but as soon as Lance makes a sudden movement then keith jumps or shrieks etc and lance thinks it’s adorable so he makes sure to pause to take a phone call while brushing his hair or before he puts the toothpaste on his toothbrush juuuust so he can mess with keef ^-^

[starfaring-princelotor]

If it isn't too much trouble, can I request a ficlet for Lotor x demi, pan, and bicurious reader with soff stuff in it (cuddling, pillow fights, tickling, smooches, handholding)? You can include as much or as lil soff if you want ^-^. Could Lotor call reader darling, dearest, or love maybe? (´▽`ʃƪ)♡ Also thank you so much for doing this fameo I appreciate it immensely and I know others do too especially ♡♡♡

Kneedy

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Summary: Early morning fluff with Lotor leads to cuddling and tickle-spot exploration.

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I respectfully ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. ★

Warnings: N/A.

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“Are you freakin’ kidding me right now?”

Lotor’s grin couldn’t possibly get any wider from watching you voice out your frustrations. It was cute, in an oddly endearing sort of way, but he would never intentionally make you upset. No, no, this was all your own doing. What started out as an innocent question in the wake of a calm morning soon turned into a teasing, aggravating test of Where’s Waldo. Well, aggravating for you, at least. 

“No. Not there, either.”

“I could have swore it would be your neck,” you huffed, fingers trailing up to behind his ear, “Or maybe here? It has to be here.”

Oh, the hopeful tinge in your voice was cute. The way you tried to fluster him while searching for his ticklish spot was cute. Even the way your nose did this little scrunched up twitch when you were so focused was cute. Instead of answering, Lotor just squeezed your body tighter against his warmer one. 

He let out a content hum, nearly a purr, and leaned into your touch, “Hm. I do not know…try doing that thing again.”

The way you rubbed the tip of his ear felt juuuuuust right. And how you pinched his ear lobe in question? Yes, yes, maybe you should try that again. No doubt he was ticklish there if that content look crossing his face was anything to go by. A man truly spoiled by the touch of his lover. Then, as if a direct reaction to your gentle touch, his thumb lovingly stroked over your knuckles.

You had no idea when his hand tangled with yours, but like hell if you were going to complain about it. Lotor’s fingers were…something you’ve ever experienced before. You once told him that holding his hand is like holding the universe in your palm, which prompted a subtle raise of his sharp brow. You couldn’t tell right away if he liked that or not, but since then, you noticed that he spent every spare moment filling the empty space between your fingers with his longer ones. 

“Hey, Mr. Sleepy Head, you nodding?” 

“Keep doing that and I will,” voice tinted with mischief, he kept to his word and buried his face in your welcoming neck, “Right here. And you will be trapped until food becomes a necessity.”

“I am gonna find that tickle spot, you mark my words.” 

“Mm hm. Sure,” he muffled, “Being ambitious is a good thing. You can do it. Here, I will even give you a hint. It is most definitely not under my chin.”

You fell right into his trap, delicate fingers now going straight for his throat. He relished the way you mapped along his defined jawline, skimming over his skin like the softest feather in the known universe. Then, the purring started. Not laughing, purring, and that was when you let out a huff of annoyance.

“Oh, buncha biscuits - “

“Is that for breakfast, dearest?” he quipped back, smile pressing into your skin once he heard your strange yet funny catchphrase, “With extra butter and honey?”

Oh no, now he was getting too comfy laying half of his body over you completely. Lotor was lucky you loved him and to have someone like you to love. After transitioning from strangers, to friends, to roommates, to awkward realizations that maybe this is something more, yes, he would say he was lucky to find love with you. Discovering little tidbits about each other, sharing only what was needed, developing a deeper connection that led to something even more beautiful…

Hearing you say those three little words the first time during the middle of a marshmallow gun fight? Unexpected, but surprisingly pleasant, even if he couldn’t bring himself to say it back. Lotor asked if that bothered you at all, to which you only answered with your own question: does it bother you if I am who I am? The answer was no. Not once did he judge you for sharing your thoughts with him.

I think I like girls. And boys. 

I think I thoroughly enjoyed bumping uglies with you.

I think…I love you. I do. I do love you.

You planted a smooch on the crown of his head, taking in the scent that was uniquely all him, “I bet your tickle spot is somewhere random, like your left ankle or something. Or…or behind your knees! Is it your knees? It is, isn’t it?” 

Instead of giving you one of his vague answers this time, he straightened out both of his legs just out of your reach. Oh ho, you noticed his little movement and the way he reflexively nuzzled into your neck even more. As if his silence would save him from reaching the one goal you were reaching since he tickled you with his claw paws. 

“I do not know,” Lotor teased, egging you on again with that rumbling voice reserved for it’s-too-early mornings, “I dare you to find out, little darling.”

How is it that he could be equally soft and full of trouble? Well, he could ask the exact same thing about you. And the simple answer to that was you both loved each other dearly, with no reservation and with no hesitation. 

[akirayorak]

Prompt: It’s after the war. After everything. Lance is now living on New Altea where Coran has educated him on all things Altean (except their magic) and taken on the roll as King. And even though he still loves Allura with all of his heart... he’s married to Romelle to keep the crown in Allura’s family.

(He eventually comes to love his wife but she knows that he’ll always love Allura)

[Personal Headcanon: When Allura gave Lance his Altean markings, she coated some of her Quintessence and life force inside of them]

(The Lions do not fly off into netherland. Blue settles down on New Altea with her favorite boy and heals with him as they mourn their favorite girl)

On the other end, Keith has taken the throne as the Galra King on the new Daibazaal and he’s not taking anybody’s shit. The leftover Blade members are his personal guard.

[James is his consort since the Galrans tricked him into holding a tournament. Whoever beat him would become the King/Queen. No one did. Not even James but at least James was the closest. (Mainly because he knew Keith since they were preteens and knew all little dirty tricks to get to him (Kroila and Shiro are pleased to find out that Keith is apparently ticklish]

James and Keith are engaged and spent the first year and a half of their engagement working out their issues. Whether through talking, sparring, or quiznaking.

Kosmo approves.

so do Kroila and Kolivan.

(Definitely planning to give the two of them kids born from test tube or a surrogate whichever comes first)

(Shiro can’t collect money from Adam but he’s gonna make sure Matt gives him every dime plus interest that he is owed)

(Since the Lions didn’t fly off, Red has decided to go back to her favorite boy and Keith cries the first time he gets back in the cockpit. He missed his kitty.)

[Black is not jealous. Considering she spends her time flying between Daibazaal and Earth cause she loves both of her boys]

Pidge is trying to find away to give Green a humanoid form. There are places and things she want to show Green but can’t because she’s a giant robot.

(Also Pidge is determined to find more Olkarions to start the population over and she’s bringing Ina with her!)

Hunk and Yellow spend most of their time flying throughout the universe. He’s the coalitions number one chef! He’s started up an intergalactic chain restaurant business. Earth, Daibazaal, Altea, and Shay’s Balmera are planets were he frequents!

Kinkade and Nadia have started a television show. Voltron Reality TV that premieres every six months. (Everyone schedule is so out of wack)

Shiro and Curtis are living happily with their adopted galra and altean kids.

And then Empress Allura from the other reality comes crashing in trying to take over

[chockfullofsecrets]

Allura fic! 👀👀👀 Featuring Yussa? Expanding the ticklish wizards cinematic universe? -The Shared Braincells

you know, i feel like ‘ticklish wizards cinematic universe’ would make a good new blog title 

but yes, should be up in a moment! also hello shared braincells???

[angstalottle]

Hush Little Baby

(Takes place before the events of the au so can be read as a stand-alone)

(Happy Birthday @bibisarts one of my fav people in the world)

After leaving the army and focusing all his attention on Lance, Shiro found himself not leaving the house for more than an hour at a time.

Growing up he had always been very outdoorsy, him and his best friend Matt exploring the forest near their homes. Now, however, Shiro simply didn’t have time, looking after a baby while adjusting to being down a limb was a lot. He had gotten into a boring routine that consisted of never seeing sunlight and breathing stale air. Perhaps that was why Allura decided to take matters into her own hands. ——————- “Allura I really don’t think this is a good idea” Shiro looked nervous as Keith was placed in the back section of the baby carrier.

Shiro had never trusted those things, it seemed like you were just asking for your baby to be stolen right from your back while you carried him around like a backpack.

But Allura had insisted he be the one to carry both Keith and Lance since she broke her arm and was unable to carry her own son during their day trip.

“You're not getting out of this, I can't remember the last time you saw sunlight, it's not healthy to stay cooped up for so long, for you or Lance,” Allura smirked as she stepped away from Shiro in time to see him hold Lance a little closer.

The tiny baby was asleep against his chest seeming without a care in the world despite the fact that only half a year earlier he had been in a war zone.

“I just… I don't know if it's a good idea to be out somewhere so dangerous with Lance, what if he gets hurt or sick?” Shiro looked at Allura like they were standing at the gates of hell rather than the entrance to the local zoo.

“It's the zoo, Shiro, unless a lion escapes I think the kids will be fine” she laughed as Shiro pouted.

“Have you not seen the size of the wasps here?”

Allura continued to laugh as she took his hand and dragged him towards the entrance “well the two of you have already lived through something worse than little old wasps.”

Shiro let her drag him along “war?” slipping out before he could stop himself.

Allura turned around with a playful grin “Coran's cooking.”

That finally caused the tension to seep out of Shiro's shoulder as a snort escaped his mouth. “You got me there, I don't know how his poor little nephew Hunk can eat that stuff every weekend.”

“He is a strong resilient toddler, I'm sure he somehow passed that onto Lance.” Allura nodded towards the sleeping baby.

Hunk had been introduced to lance only a few weeks ago but the two had hit it off straight away. Lance had been left with Coran, while Shiro was driving Allura to the hospital for her arm, hr did not stop crying wanting only his daddy to be there and not the strange man with the orange mustache.

Then hunk toddler over and kissed him on the forehead saying “Its ok Lance, I'll protect you until Mer Shiro and Aunt Allura are home.”

By some miracle, his cries stopped and spent the rest of the evening babbling happily with Hunk.

Shiro hated to admit it, but he was kinda jealous of how easily a freaking toddler got his son to calm down while he had to spend hours holding him to avoid the quiet shattered by wails.

Shiro chuckled brushing a thumb across Lance’s soft brown hair “we can only hope so.”

The two fell into a comfortable silence as they wandered the zoo, Lance stayed asleep most of the time and Keith watched on with relative disinterest towards all the animals.

It wasn't until they got to the hippo enclosure did Keith really get excited.

So excited that he wiggled in his holder trying to get free.

“Now Keith you know you have to stay there” Allura chuckled snapping a few pictures as Keith reached his little hands out towards the large creatures squealing with delight whenever one got close enough.

“Somehow I think he's ignoring you” Shiro shot her a smile over his shoulder earning an eye roll in response.

“My little rebel, refusing to play by my rules huh?” Allura poked Keith in the stomach causing him to giggle. “A ticklish little rebel?” she used a teasing voice as she began to tickle him with her good hand.

Shiro while this was happening just stood there awkwardly looking down as Lance began to wake up.

His little blue eyes slowly opened and looked around, as if suddenly realising he wasn't at the home he knew those same eyes began to water.

“Shh shh its ok baby, daddy's here” Shiro hushed as he gently bounced Lance up and down hoping to avoid the waterworks.

However, he wasn't so lucky and only seconds later he began to cry hard and loud.

Keith quickly followed suit though more from alarm at the sudden noise than anything actually being wrong.

Shiro desperately tried to calm down his son, humming to him as he paced back and forth but nothing worked.

He was getting desperate when he remembered something Matt had told him always worked when his little sister was Lance’s age.

Without even giving Allura a clue as to what he was doing Shiro made his way to the entrance to the aquarium.

He didn't stop as she called his name or questioned why they were there.

Instead, he went straight into the shark tunnel.

As they stood in the middle of the tunnel and Lance continued to cry, Shiro thought maybe he had made a mistake.

Then the shark swam overhead.

It was only a small nurse shark that really wasn't that impressive, but in that instant Lance’s cries shut off and the baby stares mesmerised as the creature swarm above his head.

He began to babble and reach out his hands like he wanted to pet the predator.

“Looks like little Lance may have found his favourite animal.” Allua chuckled having at some point removed Keith from the holder and rested him on her hip.

“And here i was hoping it would be a lion” Shiro whispered almost afraid to break the trance the baby seemed to be in.

“Guess you’ll just have to buy him a new plush before we leave then.” Allura’s volume also dropped.

The group watched the shark in a silence only broken up by the joyous sounds of the two babies with them.

That night Shiro slept better than he had in months and Lance slept with both his lion Blue and his new shark also named Blue.

[73chn1c0l0rr3v3l]

Prompt: pidge getting different kinds of kisses from everyone! -🍓

“You need to work on your handwriting,” Shiro said, & he leaned down, his hand on top of Pidge’s head, squinting at the note that she’d scribbled him. 

“My handwriting is fine,” said Pidge, not looking up from her laptop. 

“You rely on this thing too much,” Shiro said, tapping the laptop. 

“Way of the future,” said Pidge. 

Shiro rolled his eyes, & he kissed her on the temple, then on the mouth. 

Pidge snorted, still typing. 

* * *

“I knew it,” Allura crowed, & she crowded closer, her arms around Pidge’s middle, her chin on Pidge’s shoulder.

“Shut up,” Pidge groaned, & she squirmed, not hard enough to get away, just enough to make it known that she was squirming.

Allura kissed her loudly on the neck, & Pidge squealed, trying to wriggle harder. “You’re TICKLISH,” Allura cackled, & gave another loud kiss. 

“Shut upppppppp,” Pidge whined, but she was snickering as well. 

* * *

“You work too hard,” Lance told Pidge, as she leaned back in her chair, rubbing her eyes. 

“You don’t work hard enough,” Pidge countered. 

“Someone has to bring the energy to a normal people level,” he said, & he patted the top of her head to make her tilt it back. 

She did so, giving him a Look, & then she grinned, as he kissed her on the mouth. It was a sweet, gentle peck, but she still blushed, just a bit. 

He grinned at her, clearly pleased with himself. 

* * *

Pidge kissed Keith under the Lions. She pressed herself against him, her fingers in his hair, her nose pressed against his cheek. Her tongue was in his mouth, & his hands were on his hips as she tried to climb him like a tree. 

“Fuck, Pidge,” Keith mumbled, “don’t eat my face.” 

“I’m not eating your face,” PIdge grumbled. “If I was eating your face, you’d have tooth marks on it.”

“Are you sure that I don’t?” Keith laughed awkwardly, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. 

“Pretty sure,” she said, & she patted his cheek, then leaned in to kiss him again. 

* * *

Pidge lay plastered across Hunk’s chest, & his hand was resting on her lower back. 

“You know, you’re itty bitty, but you’re still kinda heavy,” Hunk said.

“Mmm,” Pidge said.

“Not kidding,” said Hunk. “You’re dense. It’s like a neutron star is centered on my gut, & it’s just sinking in. I’m gonna be a dent in this mattress.”

“You complain about the density of your mattress,” said Pidge, not budging. “It’ll do you good.”

“Having a giant hole in my chest will be a problem,” said Hunk, & he stroked down her back, his thumb finding the spot where her shirt had ridden up. The skin was warm.

“You’re being over dramatic,” said Pidge, but she kissed him on the chin.

Hunk sighed, & he craned his neck, kissing her on the mouth. 

[ticklefits]

i’m still cryin to bud it’s okay :,) so the prompt is- keith and lance are basically best friends. not in a relationship, not in love, just great friends. then allura sacrifices herself. lance is messed up over it and doesnt leave his room for god knows how long. keith visits once and, seeing his friend in this state, becomes scared for the boy. without thinking he turns into his galra form without knowing and lance just tickles him and smiles cause he’s purring and gigglin andit makes his day

sorry it took so long to get this done , i was in the middle of moving and figuring things out with my job but ! here it is , hope u like it ! and thanks again for the prompt sweetie c’:

AO3 LINK !voltron | keith & lance ( platonic ) | words : 1363 

“How many times have you listened to this song, Lance?”

Despite the encasing darkness of the bedroom, the same Bebe Rexha song lulling from the stereo sitting on the nearby desk and Lance’s closed, strained eyes, it was easy to depict who’s slightly accusatory voice played in his ears. He doesn’t bother lifting his body, aching and fatigued from having been an immovable object under the covers for what felt years.

“…Don’t worry about it. What’re you doing here..?”

Keith scoffs lightly, having expected that sort of answer. “Don’t I get a hello first?”

“You didn’t give me one.”

“Fair. Rachel let me up. Told me that our sharpshooter still isn’t really feeling like his old self.”

It was Lance’s turn to scoff, complete with a tired roll of his eyes. Sharpshooter, huh? He sure didn’t feel as cool and badass as his old nicknamed suggested he was. In fact, he probably couldn’t have felt worse.

“I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.” 

It was one of the saddest lies Keith’s heard Lance try on him so far and truthfully? It caused his heart to sink. Through all of their experiences, Lance was one of the people he was the most proud of. He had blossomed so much from the beginning of their journey: from a mouthy, pride-laden, overconfident amateur pilot to someone trustworthy, intelligent, and cares so much for his team. And while it took Keith awhile to really see the development of these qualities in Lance, he is definitely one of the people that’s come to cherish him and appreciate what he’s done for them. It’s also why he’s here now, taking a break from the blade’s affairs in order to help his friend. Whether he wanted him to or not.

“Lance… C'mon buddy, just talk to me.” Keith takes a slow stride to the bed, settling on the edge of it gently so as not to startle or disturb Lance too much.

There’s silence and then a small sigh as Lance finally forces his drained frame to rise, just a little bit, so he can turn towards Keith and meet his gaze and what Keith witnesses only furthers his own distress. Even in the darkness ( perhaps thanks to his Galra genes ), he can clearly make out the bloodshot whites of his eyes & how dulled the sapphire color has become. There’s a bit of dried drool on the side of his lips and his hair’s a total mess; this is all worse than Keith could’ve imagined.

“–Hey…”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Keith. You.. already know.”

So his suspicions were confirmed. He is still torn from what happened with Allura. “Lance… I’m so sorry about Allura, we all are. But, you’re worrying people.”

“I'm… worrying people?” The tone of the query comes off a tad more .. aggressive, than Lance probably meant it to be, but he couldn’t help it, not with subtle agitation already begin to bubble in his chest.

“Well, yeah – I mean, all of us, we know you’re upset about Allura, but you gotta understand that moping in your room.. in the dark.. isn’t doing you or anyone else any favors. You’re wallowing. And if you keep going like this, you’re gonna end up.. –”

“End up like what exactly? Like you when Shiro disappeared? Obsessive and reckless and biting people’s heads off? Well, newsflash Keith, I’m not like you. Besides, who’re you to tell me how I should or shouldn’t feel? You never stopped looking for Shiro or gave up hope that Shiro would come back, even when everything seemed lost… and in the end, you got him back. I don’t get to have that luxury, you understand? I have to deal with that fact that Allura said goodbye, right in front of me! Without her… without her,  Shiro wouldn’t be alive, I wouldn’t be alive!”

At that point, Keith’s hoisted himself from the bed, slamming a gloved palm down on the blanket that surprisingly seemed to have enlarged a bit.

“You don’t think I know that, Lance?!” Keith nearly growls and Lance can swear he notices fangs elongating as he barks back at him. “Allura did so much for us, for all of us! Each and every person on Earth owes everything to her, but do you really think this is what Allura would’ve wanted you to feel, would’ve wanted you to be, about her passing?”

Okay.. now his skin’s painting over itself in a shade of purple. Lavender, maybe? No, no.. too dark for that.. maybe royal purple…

“–Keith–”

“No, seriously Lance! It’s not fair that me and everyone else here are trying to go about our lives, like Allura wanted us to with her sacrifice, but you just want to sit in the dark and sulk instead of being the greatness she saw in you! That we all.. see in you– ah!”

His statement is abruptly disrupted by something of a squeaky yelp as he felt curious digits stroking at new appendages atop his head; Lance might have gotten distracted by the Galran features that have decided to show themselves during Keith’s own outburst.

“.. Dude,” the brunet begins, soft awe and bewilderment replacing the anguish within oceanic sight, “when… did you start growing Galra ears?”

A sigh pulls from slightly flared nostrils, cheeks flushing as Lance’s fingers refuse to rest from touching him. “It’s.. not something that I can fully control. Yet. A-anyway, that’s not the point he–hehehere!” A palm swiftly raised to cover his mouth, but the giggle already did the damage. Within seconds, there’s a familiar sparkle of mischief glimmering in Lance’s eyes, the corner of his lips perking into something of a half smile as he shifts his weight to lean further and softly tickle along the shell of ears, vibrating from the rim towards the inner tenderness. The reaction is almost instant.

“L-Lance! No, knock it ohohohoff!” Keith squirms, attempting to shove the other back and away from his sensitive ears, but Lance anticipates this and quickly swerves to avoid the hands, only to better put his own to work. He migrates between small spots that he notices gives off more prominent reactions and before he realizes it himself, he’s grinning brightly and even releasing a giggle here or there.

“Keith, you feel like a teddy bear, man. This is ridiculous.” But the joy in his tone & beam of his expression is enough to keep Keith from cursing at him for teasing him like this, no matter how abashing.

“Sh-shut uhuhuhup!” He retorts, squeaking and un-intimidating despite growling underneath those words.

Wait… that’s not a growl..

“Ohhh my god, you’re purring now too?” He is way too amused by all of this new information, but he can’t deny how much fun he’s having. Keith discerns this as well and though it’s obviously at his own expense, he doesn’t find himself in real disdain at the situation.

“Lance! Aahaa– stop, stohohop already!” Even Keith didn’t realize how ticklish his Galran ears would be… and now this goofball has that knowledge too. He can only cringe at the future ordeals this was bound to bring; however, he feels Lance’s fingers start to slow and eventually, halt altogether. Blessed with a moment of fresh breath, Keith glances up towards his friend, studying his face to catch any signal of emotional relapse. He flushes with relief when Lance still bares that sweet smile of his.

“… Thanks Keith. Seriously.”

Keith’s own lips lift into another smile, genuine in his subtle delight. “Don’t mention it, Lance. We’re a team. Always will be.”

“So, does that mean you’ll let me tickle you whenever I need a pick-me-up, teammate? ‘Cause that was pretty funny.”

“Not on your life, buddy.”

It was Lance’s turn to let out a laugh, soft and almost timid as it was.

“But… for real man. Allura’s still here with us. Still watching over us and.. The whole universe. She’ll always stay with us. You know that right..?”

Lance turns, moving to push aside the curtains of the window just above his bed, permitting illumination to wash over the both of them from a gorgeous sky painted an array of pinks and baby blues.

“Yeah… Yeah, I know.”

[sicklylittlesnowflake]

BLESSED OKAY! SO! After Shiro is brought back to life and everyone returns to earth, reuniting with their families, Lance continues to be wracked with guilt every time he looks at Shiro. He is beating himself up over the fact that he couldn’t help Shiro in the astral plane and if it wasn’t for Allura, it would’ve been too late. He struggles to look Keith and Shiro in the eye and the guilt starts to have negative effect on him, to the point where it makes him ill. Cue Keith taking care of him (1)

(Anon, great ass prompt?? I loved writing this! i havent written voltron in a while, so please forgive any rustiness but aaa!! I’m back in vld hell lol)

He’d dreamt of this moment for so long.

He dreamt about leaping into his mama’s arms as they reunited, cuddling with his hermanos and hermana and his tios and tias and his sobrinos and sobrinas and his abuelo and abuela. He dreams about the moment he feels while again. Lance fantasises about this moment and the absolute sunshine that would reign upon him as it happened. But when it does actually happen he feels so empty and broken and it feels so wrong.

He shouldn’t be celebrated. He’s no hero.

Lance has caused so much pain. When he walks into his living room he sees his abuela’s altar with his picture next to his papa’s. When he looks into his family’s eyes he knows that there’s something in them that has been broken and it can’t be fixed. It can be taped back together but the damage has been done. It can never be quite whole.

Lance did this to the family who worked to the bone, all scraping just enough cash to send him to the Garrison. He looks at his beloved mama who left her entire life behind for him, moving to America for the sake of her precious mijo. She looks much older, and her eyes are heavy.

Lance is at his breaking point.

His heart can’t take much more.  In fact, he was surprised that it took as much as it did. Lance had definitely felt extreme lows before, there’s no denial in that, but this has to be the lowest he’s ever felt in a while. His first heartbreak, feeling incompetent, feeling left out and unwanted, feeling so so alone, especially with Keith gone for so long, a near death experience he hadn’t quite processed and most of all, a tremendous feeling of guilt that seems to plague his brain.

Every time he so much as moves he can feel the guilt rushing through him. He can’t pour himself a glass of water, because his hand is shaking so much. He feels a little bit sick every time he so much as glimpses over at Keith or Shiro.

He’s always known he wasn’t the brightest; and especially next to super geniuses like Pidge or Hunk. But he never thought he was this stupid, so stupid as to not even piece together what Shiro was trying to say to him. It was so painstakingly obvious when he thought about it, and it nearly cost his dear friend his life. And he hates himself for it.

In his dreams he sees a world where it was too late. He watches Shiro cease to move, he can hear Keith’s agonising screams as his leader is hauntingly still. Void of life. He can vividly see his friends’ tears and wails in grief for their friend. All because of him. And when he wakes his pillow is wet and the room is dark and it’s nowhere near time to get up, but he can’t fall back asleep, and all he can do is fall deeper and deeper into the swirling abyss of guilt he finds himself further and further entangled in.

He’s numb. He doesn’t sleep, he doesn’t eat. Lance had been most vocal about missing home, but now that it’s finally here he cannot feel a thing.

He’s so angry. He doesn’t understand why he can’t just feel happy. Lance told himself he would finally feel happy when he got home; and why is it that he still feels so blue? Was there any hope for him? Maybe this was all there was for him.

Lance woke up on an air mattress on his bedroom floor, and momentarily he felt warmth. He feels the sunshine basking on his face coming through his window, and he looks up to see the glow in the dark stars plastered onto his ceiling. He saw his Star Wars and Star Trek posters still perfectly in tack. No one touched his room since his disappearance. And that’s when the warmth began to conduct away from him and he’s filled with that cold feeling again.

He got up slowly, looking if Keith was awake–finding his bed empty. As he had no family to reunite with on Earth, he decided to come with Lance–besides, he wanted to finally try out the Varadero beach Lance kept on raving about. Then Lance became aware of a pounding headache and the hot and cold tidal waves swashing up and down his bloodstream. He shivered violently, feeling absolutely miserable. He knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, considering the maximum two hours of sleep he was getting per night.

Lance forced himself up slowly, coughing harshly into the crook of his arm. He shuffled into his kitchen to find his Abuela hovering over Keith and continuously offering him more and more food, to which Keith was trying to politely refuse. It had been their fourth day now, and his Abuela had already fallen in love with Keith.

“Ay, mijo! You are so skinny! You need more food in you, no?” She insisted, a plateful of eggs in her hand.

“O-oh, no m'am, I’m really fine..Thank you so much though–”

“Abuela, él está lleno!” Lance chimed in, trying to rescue Keith, cringing at how raspy his voice was, as he sat himself down in the chair next to Keith.

Keith blinked at the croaky nature of his voice, and the two semitones his voice seemed to drop.

“Oh, fine!” His Abuela gave in, giggling a little as she leaned in to give Lance a quick kiss on the to of his head.

“Uh, Gracias,” Keith piped up as she began to walk away.

He raised an eyebrow, “..So..you’re not going to poke fun at my pronunciation?”

Lance jolted a little, having zoned out and looked at Keith, before a pang of guilt hit him and he couldn’t look at him, only being able to see the sorrowful Keith in his dreams, “U-uh, yeah, crappy accent, Keith–hh–wait, sorry..”

Lance turned away from Keith, cupping two hands around his face to four ticklish, soft yet harsh sneezes.

“Salud!” His mother called out as she placed bacon on her son’s plate, booping him on the nose as she did.

“Gracias,” Lance smiled half heartedly, missing his mother and abuela’s cooking dearly but feeling so sick he didn’t have an appetite.

Keith looked suspicious, but also concerned, “You alright, man?”

He nodded, trying to stay calm and avoid any worry over him, it’d just make him feel worse, “Yeah, yeah–my nose is just bothered by sleeping with you all night. Well uh, next to you–near you–in..in the same room as you.”

Keith rolled his eyes playfully, but looked away from Lance with a slight blush on his face, a silence falling between them as they continued to eat.

“Mijo, you’ve barely touched your food!” His mother exclaimed, “Is there something wrong with it?”

Lance shook his head, smiling weakly, “No, mama, of course not–I’m just taking it slow because I know I’ll eat too much too quickly!”

“We don’t want a repeat of Marco’s birthday dinner,” Veronica giggled as she passed by the kitchen, starting to get ready for their planned beach day.

His mother seemed to be happy with that, and left to get ready too, leaving just him and Keith. Lance could feel Keith trying to sneakily eye him up, and he could feel the anxiousness creep up, fearing that Keith was starting to resent him for not realising what he had nearly done to Shiro.

“You sure you’re okay, buddy? You look..kind of pale, you get much sleep?” Keith asked quietly.

“Yeah, I slept like a log!” He lied.

“Look..Lance, you haven’t been able to last two seconds without zoning out, look at me, please?” He asked gently.

Lance began to fiddle with his hands nervously, “Im fin–”

He burst into a sudden coughing fit, whipping away from him quickly and doubled over into his arm, the coughs hurting his chest. He began to feel a little lightheaded from the lack of oxygen entering his body.

Keith patted his back firmly, until the coughing eventually subsided. Lance had been so drained and exhausted by the fit he leaned against the kitchen chair, panting and trying to regain a steady tempo with his breath. Whilst Lance was weakened Keith placed a cool hand on his forehead, “Quiznack, Lance–you’re burning up! You need to head right to bed!”

“No!” Lance hissed–sharp as a knife, causing Keith to retreat just a little.

Lance looked at his hurt expression, and sighed, feeling his heart fill with self loathing and regret. “I’m..I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Keith–I didn’t mean to..to yell at you like that. I just..”

He pressed his lips together to try and suppress any emotion. “We’ve only..got a week together and I can’t ruin this. I ruin everything and I promised Sara and Geronimo that I’d build a sandcastle with them and I cannot stand to hurt anyone anymore,” He said quietly, a stark contrast to the lively and bubbly Lance that Keith knew. This Lance was deflated. And tired.

Keith softened a little, feeling very torn. Lance did only have a week with his family. It was precious time. But he was genuinely so sick, and he was worried. “God dammit Lance..Fine. But if you get worse..we have to come home, okay?”

“I’ve gotta get dressed,” Lance said hurriedly, speaking with Keith only making him feel worse and worse. Keith’s concern was not warranted, he didn’t deserve to be cared for and worried over, after everything he had done.

“Wh–wait, Lance, I was gonna ask–” Keith tried uselessly, but he was gone.

“..what you meant by ‘I can’t hurt anyone anymore’”, Keith finished to himself, sighing, unable to hide the concern etched onto his face.

Lance had barely heard Keith walk into his bedroom, all dressed for the beach.

“You should take something, at least,” Keith suggested, completely taking Lance off guard and breaking his trance.

He jolted a little, “Huh? No–I’m fine.”

He twisted and angled his body away from Keith, three ticklish sneezes into his hands.

“Bless you–look, Lance, uh..”

Suddenly the door busted right open, revealing two excited and bubbly children.

“Lance!” They squealed with delight, bouncing up to him and giving him a tight hug.

“Hey you guys!” Lance beamed, a sudden shift from his more solemn, dull exterior just then, suddenly back to the bright and bubbly self he usually was. But Keith knew there was something not quite right. Something was missing. He wasn’t really whole.

Lance began to push them off him gently, stifling a cough against his sleeve, “C'mon, guys, we’re wasting precious sunlight! Let’s go!”

The two children took a hand each, skipping merrily out of the house, one of them grabbing for Keith’s hand.

Sara smiled brightly at him, “Are you Tio’s friend?”

Keith managed a small smile back, “Yeah, yeah I am.”

He wished he could be. He seemed to be drifting away.

Lance could feel the rippling of the ocean. He felt light. He felt graceful as he swam across, feeling the oceans warm embrsce against his fingertips. It hugged gently at his legs as he threaded, looking upon the vivid blue sky. He finally felt at peace, where he finally belonged at last. All he could hear was the sweet swirling of the water, and all he could see was the light sparkling on its beautiful blue entirety. For a second he felt whole.

He let himself relax, for the first time in weeks, floating upon the surface of the ocean and blue and letting his burdens fall away for a second. He felt nothing but tranquility.

And suddenly a sudden tickle at the back of his throat and he forced himself upright, the water splashing against his face as he doubled over into a forceful, violent coughing fit that seemed to stab knives into his chest every time he coughed.

He felt a pair of hands holding him steady, the one of the hands left him to rub up and down his back soothingly.

“Lance, are you okay? Maybe you should sit down..” Keith suggested softly, his eyes so kind that Lance wanted to cry.

He didn’t understand this. He didn’t understand how because of him Keith nearly lost one of the most important people in his life, and yet he still showed him so much kindness. He wondered that maybe this is some twisted joke life is playing on him, tugging at his heart strings and causing that deep hole of guilt to only widen more. Lance didn’t deserve this.

“I’m fine–” He sneezed twice. “I just..drank some sea water.”

“Lance! Come here please!” Geronimo called out, waving over to him, having built the foundations to their sandcastle.

“Coming!” Lance replied, giving Keith a small smile as he began to swim towards them, and began to help them build their sand castle.

As he sat next to them, he was overcome by another two ticklish, forceful sneezes he directed away from them and into his arm.

“Salud! Are you okay Lance?” Geronimo asked.

He managed a weak smile. “Yeah! Someone here just reeks!” He joked, reaching in to tickle his nephew.

Despite his feigned brightness, he felt absolutely miserable, on a physical sense and a mental sense. He was angry that he couldn’t just suck it up just for a little while, devote himself to his family and just have a good time. He had started to wonder if he ever could again, or if it was too late for him.

But he was given some sense of hope when his niece grabbed for his hand in the sweetest way imaginable, and he felt some warmth ignite within his heart and he knew maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for him.

Time had begun to pass and a fiery lustre began to cascade down onto Veradero beach. It was quiet, save for the sound of seagulls and the tides coming in and occasionally the sound of his family’s laughter.

As the day began to fade so did Lance’s energy, and while he could feel like his blood was boiling it was like his skin was covered by a layer of bitter ice. He watched the sunset, and the way its blazing hues rippled against the ocean. It was magnificent.

He could feel the warm rays of the sun soaking into his skin, and he felt at home again. He felt safe. Secure.

Then his mind took a turn and he wondered what Shiro felt like trapped in that astral plane. Perhaps he felt unsafe. Insecure. Trapped in this dark, dark place. Maybe it was cold. And bitter. And he was all alone.

A wave of anxiety and guilt crashed against his heart, causing him to tense up and claw at the material of his shorts. He bit his lip, his breath beginning to pick up as that blanket of guilt began to engulf him once again.

“Hey man,” Keith greeted as he sat down next to Lance. “Quiznack, that sunset is really something, huh?”

Lance looked up to see him, and his nose was so sensitive the slight shift in pressure caused his breath to hitch. He had been sitting with his knees up, so he buried his face into his knees and sneezed harshly four times, a very forceful and sickly sounding fit compared to his usual tickly, soft fits.

Keith frowned, “Bless you. That doesn’t sound too good, Lance.”

Lance glanced over at him, but he couldn’t bare to look at his kind, warm gaze. It made him feel like he was deceiving him.

Keith tensed a little, and sighed, looking away from Lance and into the sunset, “Alright. Just tell me, what did I do?”

Lance blinked, “What?”

He shifted to face him, “Tell me what I did, Lance. You can’t even look at me. You’ve been so odd around me lately. What’s going on? Look, if you’re mad, you’re mad–and I’m sorry. But I can’t fix things if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m not..I’m not mad. And..it’s not your duty to fix,” Lance murmured, feeling uncomfortable now he was on the verge of revealing the more vulnerable side to him.

“What do you mean? Of course it is. If there’s something that’s bothering you about me then I have to fix it.”

Lance bit his lip hard as tears began to well up in his eyes, beginning to cloud his vision, “I..It’s me. It’s all me. It’s all, stupid me who can do nothing but mess everything up. You can’t..can’t fix this.”

A few tears managed to spill from his eyes, which he aggressively wiped away with humiliation.

Keith was alarmed, “Wait..what? What are you even talking about, Lance?”

Lance didn’t even know what came over him, but the waters had been pushing the dam too long and it was about time it burst.

And it all came crashing through.

The tears couldn’t seem to stop falling down his cheeks, “Shiro. He tried telling me. Only I was too stupid to see. Pidge and Hunk are out here cracking and creating algorithms daily and i can’t even figure out a message that is point blank in front of me. We are meant to be saving lives and I nearly lost Shiro his because I was too stupid.”

“God, I don’t even know why I’m here half the time, in this seventh wheel that nobody asked for–I have nothing to offer and the only thing I have ever contributed to the team seems to be mistakes everyone has to go and clean up.”

“Every time I see you or Shiro I feel like my heart is being stabbed because every time I’m reminded by what I nearly did to you and him. And yet you’re still so so nice to me and you’re so soft and so gentle and every time I look at you I feel sick to the stomach because you don’t even realise what you’re looking at.”

Keith couldn’t do anything else but just stare at him for a good minute. There was so much just said and it needed a little while to process. Keith was in a state of disbelief, unable to comprehend how he had never known. How he had never even realised that this is how he felt. How someone like Lance could feel this way.

His brain was an absolute storm of clashing thoughts but eventually it calmed down, so he could finally collect himself, “I know what I’m looking at, Lance.”

Lance still couldn’t look at him.

“I’m looking at a guy who loves so deeply and cares so much for his team mates. I look at a guy who works so hard, goes the extra mile and achieves more than anyone ever expected from him. I see the heart of Voltron, who we certainly don’t deserve, but desperately need.”

He looked away with a slight flush on his cheeks, “I see a guy who I’ve grown to care about. Maybe a lot more than I thought my heart was capable of.”

Lance couldn’t really say much because he was still crying, and all he was capable of was pulling Keith close to him into this hug, burying himself into his warmth and clinging on to him to make himself feel safe.

“I’m cradling you in my arms,” Keith joked weakly, “You better not forget this time.”

“I never did,” Lance whispered softly.

Keith blinked, incredulous, both feeling kind of annoyed, but also moved at the same time.

But he couldn’t dwell on that feeling because he had just become aware of the intense heat his friend was radiating.

He pulled Lance away slightly, enough so that he could lay a hand on his forehead, “Quiznack! Lance, we need to get you home..”

Lance’s mother came plodding along the beach, towards them, “Are you boys alright?”

Keith shook his head, “Lance has a fever, I think–he hasn’t been feeling well all day and I think it’s just gotten so much worse.”

His mother’s eyes widened in alarm, placing a hand on her son’s cheek, worry etched on her face, “Ay, mijo, you’re so sick! You always do this..”

“I just..didn’t want to disappoint anyone again, mama,” Lance whispered softly, voice croaky and weak.

“Mi amor, you never did. There has never been a day where I have never been proud of you, now, let’s go home,” She reassured, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as Keith guided Lance to his feet, beginning their journey home.

Keith tucked Lance into his covers (after much fighting over Lance taking the bed, there was no way Lance would let his guest take the floor, and there was no way that Keith would let his sick friend take the floor–and one of them was currently stringer and healthier than the other, and they won) he laid over a cool cloth over his head.

“That feel better?” He asked softly.

“Much,” Lance muttered.

Keith absentmindedly ran his hands through Lance’s soft, messy hair, making a map in his mind of all the features of his face, gazing at him with all his attention focused on him.

“Lance?”

“Mm?”

“You know there was nothing you could have done, right? That Shiro would not want you to make yourself this sick worrying and guilting over something that was not your fault?”

“It doesn’t make it not my fault, though.”

“But it wasn’t. You put this burden on yourself.”

Keith smiled softly, “Lance, you love the universe so much you would much rather blame yourself for its horrors. It’s what makes you a hero. But you can’t save everybody, Lance. It sucks. It does, but you can’t. You’ve got so much hope and you’ve got to hang on to that, because sometimes it’s all we really have, and we can’t lose that. You need to guide us through the dark.”

“You gotta look after yourself too, buddy.”

Lance smiled feverishly, “I feel a lot lighter.”

He fell asleep shortly after that. Keith did too eventually, a few hours later they woke to a harmonious melody. The lively and bright timbre of a traditional Cuban folk song.

Keith wrapped Lance up in a blanket and slowly walked him out to the family backyard where they joined in on the music. The night was alive with the sound of Marco’s maracas and Veronica’s guiro and Lance’s guitar. It finally felt like the moment he had fantasised about in his dreams. There was a milky twilight above them but Lance could feel the sunshine reigning upon them. And when he looked at Keith he didn’t feel sick, he felt so alive.

And for the first time in a few weeks he felt free.

[faean]

Voltron Paladin(s) S/O Head Cannons Part 1 of 6

Shiro:

The Early Days

Met his S/O back at the Garrison

They were known for being compassionate

And sneaking sweets for the cadets

Or extra time for relaxation and family

Was very supportive of Shiro

Knew about his condition

Helped him train to keep in shape

They taught themselves different medicines so they could be better help

Unlike Adam, sided with Shiro for the Kerberos mission

Regrets not going along after they disappear

Only stayed at the Garrison to help Katie/Pidge infiltrate it

Fed information to Keith

Amongst the first to rescue Shiro w/the (soon-to-be) Paladins

Fast-forward to the Castle of Lions

After everyone obtained their Lions, Shiro confronted their S/O

They were studying Altean history/medicine/language/etc

They’re a huge nerd

His S/O was purposefully avoiding him

Afraid of what he would think of them

Shiro could never be mad at them (cliché, he knows)

Although, he remained professional in front of the others

He hugged his S/O the moment they were alone

Didn’t say anything, just held his S/O for what seemed like hours

Wished it could have been hours

They were finally together again, and it seemed like the past no longer mattered

Day-to-Day Activities

When not on missions, Shiro is clingy

And his S/O loves it

He’s afraid of being taken away from them again

Convinced Allura to let them share rooms

Neither can no longer sleep unless cuddling in some form

In public, can be seen holding hands, but neither are keen on PDA

In private, Shiro loves being the little spoon, and neck kisses, and is secretly ticklish

A fact his S/O abuses

Shiro likes to rest in the lounge

Especially when his S/O tells stories

They aren’t allowed to train together (without supervision)

As Keith had the misfortune to discover

Allura won’t let them live it down (and is now interested in Earth’s Mating Rituals)

Part 2: Keith

Part 3: Lance