#vld fan fiction

[ashitanoyuki-on-ao3]

The weekend arrives. Sendak takes Lotor for a Saturday night on the town; unfortunately for Lotor, Sendak has very specific plans for the night.

[rainytomorrows]

Deadpool / Wolverine x reader | Domestic headcanons (2!!)

WOW I just got off work a bit ago (nearly midnight- employment is a curse) and I see the first was well regarded and a part two was heavily requested. I will indulge! I will also try to make this part longer as to not disappoint. One can only hope. Enjoy! I LOVE yearning and I hold romance near and dear to my heart. If I was not made to hold, then what are my hands for? CW/TW: mental illness mentions. In the name of comfort. Words: 1,320

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Wade > DUMB contact names. Unapologetically abhorrent. I'm so 100% sure Logan's contact was 'wolvie-bear' with like 17 emojis at one point > Don't help him tie any ties if you need to be somewhere. Let Logan do it. He's such a perv you can't do anything without him all over you > Not romanticizing perverts I just truly think he loves you so much and he goes actually crazy over ANYTHING > As in legitimate wattpad smut fic writer level crazy. Once you came home from work covered in actual mud because of some jackass driver who'd sped past you (like in the cartoons where there's also a puddle and it splashes you). Wade had you on the nearest table so quickly he broke it. Logan would have lectured him if he could get a word in. > I think people forget Wade is both gay and mentally ill. Like everyone knows sure but I'm not sure it's something everyone really processes at all. I really like the idea that he's great as a partner if you have some intense mental issues > Maybe not great- he's not well tuned into emotions all the time. But, he knows pretty well how it all feels. Even if it was played as some funny bit- he did kind of try to commit like multiple times. I think if you have a habit of embarrassing breakdowns that make you insecure about the idea of having a partner see it, he'd be the perfect guy. This is the mental illness master. > Like, he cannot be serious ever. But, you're on the floor from the worst depressive/dissociative episode ever? He knows, no it's not embarrassing. Yes you can lay in his lap. He knows where to draw the line- on occasion. It won't get mentioned again later. > (Assuming you are like me- hehehehe giggles I want some personal attention) You had a REALLY bad episode once. Like- babbling on the floor level. You really tried to hide it buttttt they're two superpowered dudes that won't ever work. Wade stayed by your side for two days straight (god bless, it was your days off you didn't miss anything). Logan helped out with food and such. You claimed to be ready to go to work the next day, but Wade was NOT having it. He called your work while you were in the bathroom and faked extreme illness. "Y/N can't come to the phone, they've lost their voice. Yes I know. Yes it's terrible." > "I need the money!" He's speaking with Weasel already. Nothing an extra gig can't fix,,, > Will commit to ANY bit with AND for you. Don't even mention something to him that you aren't 100% willing to do. > You once told him you thought it'd be funny if one of you said "your mommy pick that out for you?" in that annoying nerd voice to someone in uniform. Obviously- you meant like a subway or a McDonalds uniform. He said it to an army officer. > Wade makes me think of Radiohead a lot. Cannot lie. He's kissed you and Logan to "all I need" by them once. It was playing on your Spotify he couldn't help himself. Who can ever truly blame him for breaking the fourth wall with such poetic coincidence? Logan didn't want any part but Wade didn't want him to be excluded, so a portion of the song was to kiss you and a good half was spent chasing Logan down to kiss him too > I am so connected to music I apologize. I think the three of you would be like the song 'world/insured' by Alex G. Can't decide yet if the actual song meaning applies here too but the vibe......... suspiciously throuple action in a suspiciously this in specific way > Wears whatever the hell you want him to. Will buy it himself if you mention it. I'm so dead serious > You made a joke about a sexy nurse outfit. He did not take it as a joke. Guess what he was wearing when you had to stay home sick. (Picture it) > He's still insecure sometimes please tell him he's handsome

Logan > I'm torn between Logan's contacts being short and sweet or legit just your names. Or the happy medium- normally it's just something like 'hun' or 'love', but when he's mad at one of you it's your name. Wade broke Logan's mug once and his contact name was just 'Wilson.' for a month. One would see this as plain petty but it truly works on Wade > Ohhhhh he writes poetry and will shoot himself whether or not it works if one of you finds it > Both because he has edgy pieces that would paint him in such a similar light to emos on Tumblr in 2015, and also because he's written some nice ass poetry about how much he loves you guys. Don't let him know if you find it he'll lock himself in a room without food or water for a week > Way worse with emotions. Almost inclined to say don't ask him. But he cares, he's a girl dad y'know. He'll probably be bad at it, holding you awkwardly (like a mannequin who's just gotten a fleshy body and isn't entirely sure how to move it's arms) > He isn't talking. He has no idea what to say. If Wade isn't there to help out, he wishes he was. > Speaking of, I can't lie this head canon hurts me a little as someone who never wants kids ever. He definitely wants a daughter. He for SURE wants a little girl whether or not he knows that. > I personally think he's trans. So in the case he is and you are too, he helps a lot with that. Wade is a cis man, he can research but he has no real clue. Logan can't get top surgery because of his healing factor, but because of his healing factor he can bind however long he wants to > Likes to stare and observe a lot. He knows your face in a dark room, and he knows the sound of your breath in a crowded room. He KNOWS you. > Almost creepy sometimes. You woke up once and he was dead staring into your soul. It was two in the morning. You maybe by accident punched him in the nose in fear. > Even if he really doesn't, he trusts you two. That's not something he finds in a lot of people. Every time he 'begrudgingly' agrees to try something you want him to check out- remember that he agreed one way or another. If he doesn't want to do something, he won't. > Won't go to pride. Not sure why. I just can't see it. Why go to pride if we got RuPaul at home? "I know I'm gay. And Wade makes sure everyone else does too." > Always returns shopping carts > I think he doesn't half ass shit, sometimes he can choose when he thinks something doesn't require or call for full effort, but he doesn't half ass > Ohhhh angst he is like a caged animal and he is secretly so scared > Affection does not come easy to him. Loving someone is scary. Who was around to tell him how to? > Sometimes you wanna kiss him but he's like a wounded animal. Someone help him I beg. He has his big bad wolf act but you both see it. He has no idea how to react to love and affection. It takes time, you'll get there. > He needs to be sick, honestly. He doesn't but that's how he acts. He's not a 'fix-it-project', that's a cruel way to see someone. But GOD he needs help. Show him how to have a healthy relationship with others and himself. > Chooses the two of you over everything. He won't make that mistake twice. EVEN IF HE WON'T SHOW ITTTT > Wears one of those eye masks to bed btw hehehe ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡

Sorry if this was short! I have to be up early again for work tomorrow and I need to sleep ASAP. Loved making this again! I could honestly maybe even make a third. It's possible chat. Love you guys! Your support keeps me going for sure. Still crawling out of that hole- fanfic may be the solution. MUCHHH love! Have a good day/night, and a great life!

[sockdooe]

I don’t know if maybe it’s just me, but is anyone else seeing a rise of people claiming that they could do a better rewrite of Voltron and then immediately say they’d make K/L cannon or Adash/ canon?

I don’t know about anyone else but I genuinely don’t think making ships canon would make the show better.

In fact I think It’d make it worse.

And considering shiro isn’t even mentioned in these and if he is it’s just to be Keith dad…. Is telling.

[nostalgicish]

thinking abt fic ideas as someone who can’t write is painful…. like. i’m obsessed w modern aus rn

(i have a few mutuals that write so if you guys wanna……….. 👀 take inspiration from this…… 👀 tag me so i can read it !!)

Lance and Hunk work at a library and like to people watch, guessing what genres they like to read. a grunge/punk guy with the worst RBF walks in and they’re really surprised to see he’s checking out classic romance literature.

idk something with public transportation? like they take the same train/bus/subway every day but they never actually talk— just eyes that meet occasionally and a polite smile but nothing more. until one day, the other guy just.. stops showing up? and Lance is pretty bummed but what can he do? (and then he sees a familiar mop of black hair at the grocery store or a café or something and is like “!! it’s you!!”)

The trio go out to see the next installment of their favorite movie series, but Lance keeps sneaking out of the theater to buy more snacks (and definitely not to talk to the hot guy running the concession stand)

Keith works at a convenience store/gas station and this tall, beautiful man comes in occasionally, but no matter what he buys, he always always always gets a bag of candy that just so happens to be Keith’s favorite too— he always has a bag at his station so he can snack on it throughout his shift. One day, the man is in line without the candy and he honestly looks like shit— he’s definitely not his usual, happy self. Keith asks about the candy. The man replies, “Oh, i couldn’t find any today... You guys must be out.” So Keith gives him a bag from his stash. “You look like you need it more than me.”

Lance goes to the campus library to check out books for his literature class, but every single time, without fail, someone else has taken the last copy. “What do you mean someone else checked out the last copy?? Who??” “That guy.” *insert Keith* (it would be funnier if Keith isn’t even reading them for class, he’s just reading classic literature for funsies)

Lance checks out a novel from the library and there’s an envelope inside with a name written neatly on the front of it. it looks like it’s important so he resolves to find and return the envelope to K. Kogane, whoever that is (another library one?? yeah sorry idc i love public libraries and books and love stories . sue me.)

Keith is a barber/hairdresser and Lance’s regular stylist isn’t available so he’s stuck with Keith -OR- Lance takes his nephew to get his hair cut and Keith looks kinda scary but he’s actually?? really good with kids?? (insert mullet joke here)

Keith meets Pidge’s friends from a different class. Keith is super into Pidge’s hot, tall friend but is discouraged from acting on it because he’s constantly glued to Hunk’s side and making comments like “this is why I love you, Hunky” and (wrongfully) assumes they’re dating (but Lance is just that kind of guy! yk! he says “ily” to his friends all the time!)

bartender Keith is so good but think abt bartender Lance……… yeah….. need i say more??

[starlightvld]

My Love is Like an Apple Pie

Sheith • 7/7 chapters • 27k Words • COMPLETE

Shiro's got his dream job as a professor at Garrison University, great friends, and a house all to himself. Keith has a good job, a stable home life with people who care about him, and only one more semester until graduation. Both of them are happy on their own, but falling in love might just make things even better.

[rileyh20]

New fic alert!! (Voltron)

Tags: @ashippingpotato @oh-quiznakles @carzugus099 @ocean-pie (I forgot to tag you earlier ocean, sorry)

[haryuusart]

Chapters: 14/17

NEW CHAPTER POSTED !!

BOIIII writing gay smut is so hard when you have no idea how it works, but I've tried my best I SWEAR!!! 😭  

Please consider checking out my fanfiction!! Pinky promise you won't regret it 💘

Here's the summary if you're interested:

At this point, Keith can’t take it anymore and starts cackling like crazy, his voice slightly raspy. Lance declares it the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He’s never seen Keith laugh so hard, and it always feels so good knowing he’s the cause, in a good or bad way.

“Can you ever shut up?” Keith manages to utter between snickers.

“I can, I just don’t want to! What are you going to-”

Keith huffs and grabs his face, squeezing his cheeks to stop him from talking.

“Lance, close your fucking mouth and kiss me!”

 Keith is a pianist haunted by dark thoughts and an even darker past. He attends Altea's Music Academy, but has never performed in public before; that is until his brother Shiro, who's a piano teacher, decides to promote the school with concerts at the Paladin's, the trendiest pub in town. His colleagues and friends, Pidge and Hunk, are excited: he can finally meet their best friend, Lance!

Their first encounter is... not good.

No one expects Keith and Lance to fall in love at first sight. Not even them.

(They also dance Single Ladies together. You're welcome!)

[disgruntled-screaming]

Gotta do some research on spacecraft engines and how they work...

The things I do for a silly little Voltron fix it fic...

[demiboydemon]

hello 👀

5 Times Keith and Lotor Tried to Have Sex and One Time They Did ?

Hi! Thanks for the ask! This is a really fun one hehe. I’ve been writing it on and off for *checks notes* FOUR YEARS??? Under the cut for the sake of everyone’s dashboards 😂

Okay so, it takes place when Keith and Lotor are married, after the war and everything. It’s in a universe where everything went better than it did in canon (a low bar but I digress). Also Keith is trans in this one and Lotor has a cool alien penis because I love writing both trans characters and unusual alien anatomy.

The story is made up of 6 comedic oneshots where Keith and Lotor keep trying to have sex but something crazy happens every time and they don’t get to. At the end they finally do, but I haven’t planned out that chapter yet. I also don’t know what the 5th fiasco will be, but I’m open to ideas if anyone has any lol. I don’t have any clips that are good enough to post yet, but here’s the basic, rough outline of each planned chapter:

-Keith and Lotor try to fuck in a tube slide on a playground at night but hear a kid swinging and it puts them out of the mood. Now they have to figure out how to leave the slide without the kid seeing them.

-Keith has an allergic reaction to Lotor’s cologne when he’s sucking Lotor’s dick and has to use a space epipen and go to the ER.

-Keith gets a ‘how to keep your marriage spicy’ book (from Lance as a prank but he reads it anyway) and wants to try out a position from it. The position is unpleasant for both of them and makes Lotor nauseous and throw up. Not sexy.

-Keith and Lotor get a hotel room and try to fuck on the luggage rack. It does not support their weight. They topple over and break the luggage rack and their pride.

Also I feel it should be noted that I haven’t watched Voltron since 2021 so about 50% of what I remember about the two characters is from lilflowerpot’s fic on Ao3, Little Blade. But Little Blade is better than canon anyway, so it’ll be fine.

[rainingfishandfrogs]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Additional Tags: Trans Keith (Voltron), afab language, Sex Demons, Butt Plugs, Cunnilingus, Punishment, Spanking, okay THIS ONE is complete filth oh god, Succubi & Incubi, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Succubi & Incubi, Demon Lance (Voltron), Demon Sex, Crying, Dirty Talk, Filthy, Light Bondage, Dom/sub Undertones, Bottom Keith (Voltron), Top Lance (Voltron), Sub Keith (Voltron), Dom Lance (Voltron), Semi-Public Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Sex Toys, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Praise Kink, Pet Names, Dehumanization, Humiliation, brief moment of aftercare Series: Part 3 of Meal Time Verse Summary:

“Please, my king, let me feed you,” Keith panted.

Lanced snorted a laugh and leaned down to whisper in his Meal’s ear, “You will baby, but today’s going to be different from yesterday. I let you have too much freedom, too much fun, and you got yourself in trouble."

Keith moved to sit more firmly in his king's lap, dislodging the hand in his hair, and wrapped his arms around his neck.

“Are you going to punish me?” He giggled.

Lance chuckled with him, “Yes, baby..."

OR: Keith takes his first punishment as King Lance's Meal

[sukoshininja]

Accidental Intentions

A Klance Fanfic

Chapter 25 | Awkward

wattpad | ao3

Keith finally faces Lance after a moment they both regret. They desperately cling to any plausible deniability.

[charliespaddys]

um so i just spent like 5 hours making a discord server for fanfiction and like fan fic recs and discussions so idk like hmu if you’d like to join, warning it’s bare bones rn

[rainytomorrows]

Hunk x GN!reader | Leaping for Love Letters

Hey, y'all! I have had no willpower to write my ao3 fics, so I thought I'd throw up a cute little one-shot. I've had violent Hunk brain rot for a while now, so I made him ANOTHER fic. He totally deserves it. Enjoy! Gender neutral as always. (1,995 words)

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Letters had begun showing up from under your door. Beautiful colored envelopes closed with cute little stickers. Though, miraculously, whenever you opened the door to check who had sent them the hallway would always be hauntingly barren. A particular silence overtook it each time as you’d return to your room to read them. The paper was always decorated in a way that pertained to you. A faded print of your favorite flowers in the back, a pretty color you liked, never dull white paper. They read like old-time poets and Hozier songs, yearning dearly for you in such a beautifully worded way you couldn’t do anything but wonder who sent it. Realistically, there were only three people who could be sending these. Unless one or more of them were in cahoots with some alien and indirectly handing these off to you. You continued to sit on your bed, thinking of each and every possibility. Any singular way that it could be anyone but Hunk.

It’s not that you didn’t want it to be him, you dearly hoped so. There were just risks with getting your hopes up. You were stuck in space with him- with everybody. Making things awkward would be so much worse.

The endless cycle of overthinking was killing you. Who could it be? It ate at you nightly like a dog gnawing on a bone. A deep part of you seemed to find hints that didn’t truly exist, the same part that hoped desperately that it was Hunk behind the correspondence. You’d wake up in the mornings wishing, and spend waking nights hoping. Though with no hope, as every night that the letters came in there seemed to be no trace leftover. You were one letter away from performing high-level espionage.

Then came the fateful afternoon, you were reading another letter when you heard a knock at the door. Setting aside the letter you called out, “Come in!” and Pidge walked their way into the room. They could see a particular air around you, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you. Having solved many problems on the ship with Hunk, they began to notice whenever someone was trying to mentally figure something out. Seeing this they moved from the other side of the room to sit next to you.

“Whatcha thinkin' about?” Pidge questioned, their usual voice quirk raising at the end of the sentence. Their head in their hands as their legs dangled off of the bed beside you. “Well,” You hesitated, unsure whether or not to bring Pidge into this. “I’ve been receiving what seems to be love letters, and I have no idea who is sending them.” You admitted, picking up the said letter and handing it to Pidge. “…Do you have someone you hope it is?” Pidge asked, almost seeming as if to interrogate. You turned your head a little, looking off in thought. “…Maybe”

The two of you talked for a while, you had some unshakeable feeling that they knew more than they let on but you tried not to test it. Ever since the letters started you were suspicious enough of everything as is, it’d be best not to jump to suspect any single person you talk to as some sort of accomplice to the letters.

Pidge had talked with you every so often, but not all of the time. It almost seemed obvious, but at the same time, it could just be your predisposed hopes. The letters were loving and well thought out. They had attention to detail and were tooth-rotting-ly sweet. The only people on the ship around your age were Hunk, Keith, and Lance. High hopes on the former, Hunk. Keith was too much of an edge lord. Sure he could have a soft side, and maybe you were being judgemental, but the letters just did not seem his style. Not to mention, the way they were written just seemed too, intricate, for Lance. He was flirtatious for sure and you could see him writing daily letters way easier than you could see Keith doing it, but something told you any love letter written by Lance would be a lot less formal and a lot more amorous.

Then again- what if Hunk was simply helping them write their letters? That would be a real punch in the gut. Or back to an earlier suspicion- what if an alien you met on another planet was simply getting these letters delivered to you? You relayed memories, trying to remember any alien that was any sort of a romantic. Admittedly there weren’t many you could think of, but it still wasn’t a crossed-off possibility. Hunk seemed more the type for these kinds of letters, but the concept of it was stuck behind a mental jail cell. That possibility entirely depended on him even liking you back. The concept seemed too foreign. The idea that a guy such as him, a total catch, had reciprocated such feelings. Not only regularly, but to the degree to send secret letters and on occasion even well thought gifts alongside them. It was unthinkable. He was amiable and adorably friendly to you- but that didn’t mean squat. I mean, he was friendly to most people. He was a nice guy. You had no right to assume based on just that. Sure you were also a total catch, and no doubt incredibly attractive. Though still, with any crush there’s a sense of doubt.

Days dragged on and hints grew thin, you had no real valid proof or reason. At this point, it wasn’t far-fetched to imagine you hanging up a corkboard littered with pins and string in your room. The same way they do when they solve mysteries in the movies. Letters stockpiled within your desk, notes in journals. You were desperate to find who was sending them, in the same breath desperate for the author to be Hunk.

More weeks passed and no closer. It was a Saturday, and by the time noon had shown itself on your clock nearly all you did all day was try and figure out who was writing you. By now, everything about their handwriting down to the exact way they dot their i’s was memorized. The way they spoke, their mannerisms. Exhausted, you dramatically sat up from your chair. Cracking your back, stretching your arms and legs. It was time for a break. You fixed yourself a snack and roamed the halls, whoever you spotted first you’d likely try and join them out of boredom. Taking miscellaneous sips of your drink whilst looking into any doorway you came across.

On your way, you cross Hunk’s room. The door was left open but he wasn’t there. Strange. You were about to leave when a pile of various colors spot your eye. It was a pile of cute decorative paper. Similar to the ones used for the letters you were receiving. Next to it, the same cute envelopes you always found them in. And a sticker book, the ones they always got closed with. Next to all this, a piece of cute paper with an unfinished letter. Was this the final hint? Was it truly him? Not yet, you told yourself. One more hint though, one more sign, and you might just lose it. Finally, you leave without poking around too much. Continuing your journey to find people.

Just your luck you finally spot some people, it just happened to be Pidge and Hunk problem-solving at a blackboard. There had been some issues with the ship that Allura and Coran couldn’t figure out. It was very minimal, but nipping things like this in the bud was always good. You sat yourself down before taking a good look at the board, leaning back in your chair and asking Pidge what was going on. Hunk was busy on the blackboard writing down some equations alongside some notes to try and solve the aforementioned issues.

“Well, there are some navigation issues and general glitches. Doors won’t close when they’re supposed to, the food machine is being weird again, and on top of all that the map seems to be-” They didn’t even get a chance to finish their sentence before you suddenly spat out your drink, hopping out of your chair and running towards the board. Your gaze shot back and forth between him and the board fervently, placing your drink and snack down to run a lap around the room. Once you were done you returned to him, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him in excitement.

“I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT!” You shouted eagerly, spinning around and pumping a fist in the air. Part of you wanted to stop- to think of what other explanation there could be for the similar handwriting. All silenced by your overflowing joy at the possibility of it realistically being him. “What? Knew what??” He asked confused, unsure what about his equation could be sparking this sort of revelation in you. “YOU’RE THE ONE WRITING ME ALL THE GODDAMN LETTERS!” You exclaimed vehemently, throwing your hands up before gesturing at the board. “I’ve been studying them this whole time! All day every day! I’ve memorized the handwriting, it’s the same! The same way you dot your i’s, the same way you write your a’s, it’s identical!!!” You laid out your observations. Unaware of how crazy you sounded. “You uh,” He started nervously, a light blush only further proving any point you had. “You memorized my handwriting that- acutely?” He questioned, impressed with the dedication you had clearly put forth. You were unsure from your perspective how he felt, however. “Well, yes.” You began, now a lot less energetic and confident than before. “I uh, I really wanted it to be you.” You backed off a little, unsure of how to read his expression.

“I TOLD YOU!” Pidge responded for him, also jumping from their seat now. “I TOLD YOU THEY WERE TOTALLY INTO YOU! BUT ‘NOOOO THERE’S NO WAY’!” Pidge asserted. As it turned out, Pidge was in on it the whole time. Pidge delivered all of the letters, and while they had no input on what went into the letters they were deadset on it working. Absolutely sure that the two of you were uselessly pining for each other. Hunk was a blushing mess, hand on the nape of his neck while he tried to gather his words.

It seemed Pidge had enough of this, as before he could successfully do so they were pushing y’all out the door and shutting it. Not without struggle, as they still hadn’t fixed the doors, but they did so. You were stuck, also without words, with the man you had only now learned had reciprocated feelings for you.

“GO ON A DATE ALREADY!!” Pidge shouted, muffled by the door they had just managed to shut. Leaving you alone without any sort of plan to follow up with. Or your food. Hunk turned to you slowly, clearly also unsure of what to say. Until he noticed at the same time you did that your food was stuck in there.

“How about for our first date,” He began, gaining your full attention. You were so alluring, he choked on his words for a minute before gaining the ability to speak again. “I cook you some more food to make up for the stuff you lost in there?” He offered, hands shaking and face going red. “I’d love that.”

Y’all hung out in the kitchen for a while, him cooking and you giving the rundown on all the notes you took on the letters. An impressively long conversation in that regard. He returned it by mentioning the work it took to find all your favorite things. Your favorite flowers, colors, snacks, and interests. All the things he mentioned and used in his letters.

The two of you started out starstruck, and as you started to date that never seemed to go away. ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡ Hope you enjoyed it! I had a lot of fun writing it, lord knows I'm a sucker for big strong men with a soft spot. I just know he could throw me around like a paperweight and would totally care about you. What else do you need in life? Anyhow, have a good day/night, and a great life!!

[nostalgicish]

My favorite tropes in klance fanfics that are never not funny (to me):

"Fighting" over little things

Lance: "I cannot believe you just said that......" Keith: "What?? I stand by what I said. Anchovies are objectively bad and are by far the worst pizza topping." Lance: "What! A pizza without anchovies is like— like a rose without petals! an ocean without waves! a night sky without stars! Keith: "Don't care. They're gross." Lance, theatrically: "You wound me!"

Then bringing the others into it

Lance: "Hunk, are you hearing this nonsense??" Hunk: "Nope, sorry bud, I'm with Keith on this one— anchovies are nasty." Lance: *clutches his chest like he's been fucking shot*

Keith getting confused by Lance's bad flirting but it ends up working on him anyways (i.e. wrong formula right answer)

Lance: "Holy shit, dude. Your hand looks super heavy. Do you want me to hold it for you? Keith, confused: "It's uh... I was— my hand? I— uhh...... yes...?"

Keith pretending he hates pet names/PDA

Lance, planting a wet kiss on Keith's cheek: "Anything for you, baby." Keith, trying really hard not to smile: "Oh my god you're so embarrassing."

Casual sibling-energy banter among the team

Lance: "Pidge is sooooo tiny. She's like. Three feet tall! So cute!" Pidge: "Lance, I swear to God. I will beat your ass." Lance: "Bring it, munchkin. We put out the mousetraps." Hunk: "Oohhh!" *high fives Lance* Pidge: "I am going to bash in your kneecaps." Keith, deadpan: "He'll just stand on the table then." Hunk: "OOHHHH" *high fives Keith* Pidge: *deep inhale* Pidge, eerily calm: "I'm gonna give you guys. a five-second head start... One..." Keith: "Uh... a head start for what?" Pidge: "Two..." Lance: "Wait, like five seconds each or...?" Pidge, gritting: "THREE..." Hunk: "Go go go gogogogogo—"

(unabashedly stole part of that from "Shut Up and Dance With Me" by wittyy_name on ao3)

Everyone knows they're in love EXCEPT them/the team placing bets on them (is it overdone? yes. is it still funny? to me?? also yes.)

Keith: "And uh... guys? There's... one more thing we need to tell you—" Lance, blurting: "WE'RE DATING." Everyone: "..." Pidge: "Fucking finally." Hunk: "Hah! Pay up, guys!" Shiro, pulling a $20 out of his wallet: "Seriously? You guys couldn't wait one more week?" Coran, whispering to Allura: "They weren't courting before??" Allura: "I'm just as confused as you are."

And like. a million other things! i love them!!

[itcanbesour]

Jator reincarnation au!! It’s crackship time yall ,, except for me this is personally a rare pair and I love it dearly :3 (James/Lotor) also a thank you to a friend on mine because I didn’t come up with everything myself. We essentially gave each other ideas 🙏🙏

KISMET

I’ve always seen Lotor as immortal. He’s lived a long time and I can’t help but think of that’s because he is immortal. ik he isn’t but for this AU he is. In this AU he joins the Voltron coalition and is helping alongside the paladins before they arrived to earth, going against his parents wishes more or less betraying them. When Lotor & paladins arrive to earth Lotor sees someone that takes his interest, despite this guy being completely normal and not having anything special whatsoever (to the public eye). Except this guy, James Griffin (fighter pilot, squad captain, and officer) didn’t exactly care for Lotors presence. He knew the guy existed and that he was helping save earth, and to him that’s all that mattered. His princely title meant nothing to James. And so by default James only spoke to Lotor when it mattered. Lotor on the other hand really, really wanted to get to know James. Something about the other drew him in and like a moth to a light, he followed. It felt natural. Like this was his fate.

As time went on Lotor figured out the best way to get to talk to James, or get the man to really look at him. There’s been talk around how James is very adamant on the rules and regulations and there for: he acts out. If he acted out, James spoke to him. If he acts out, James looks at him. It’s what he was looking for. This is an on going thing, for months he does little things that he knows 1) isn’t enough to boot him from the garrison (not to mention it’s during the war. They can’t anyway he provided information since his father was Zarkon) and 2) enough where he can engage in small talk with James.

It doesn’t work at first, but after a while it does. Lotor made sure to be careful and respectful, letting James know that he is free anytime and would love to get to know him. James is confused by this. Someone wanted to get to know *him?* something about him mattered to another person? It wasn’t like it was shocking, just unexpected and unpredictable. And it comes to a time where they do actually, sorta hang out. It’s not as long as Lotor was hoping but when duty calls they have to answer.

James almost died that day.

And so after that the two hang out more! James successfully gets his team & Lotor to be somewhat friends (he just wanted to let them get along.) and it’s become a regular basis where he’s with Lotor. Whether it’s just strolls around the garrison, or James helping teach Lotor how to read and write in English, getting food together, maybe even training together. It didn’t exactly matter, they were by each other side no matter what. No matter what time or place.

Eventually the two men find out their feelings for each other, they go on a few dates, and in that year they spent together they start dating. It’s a fever dream, but damn was it worth it. For a time at least.

They spend their days together, even during the war and after. It takes takes to build earth but at some point Lotor learns the customs, even understands James’ culture and loves engaging with him in it. (Dabke, food, music) but all happy things must come to an end. James is admitted to the hospital and Lotor rushes to his beside.

They never got engaged. They just promised they would in years time.

And on James’ nightstand sat a note and the promise ring. The note described in detail how much he loved and was greatful to Lotor, being immensely apologetic and promising him that someday they’d find each other again.

Did I mention James doesn’t know Lotor is gonna live forever?

The funeral was on James’ birthday. (Up to you when that is.) and after that everything felt surreal. Lotor wasn’t sure what he was meant to do. His lover was gone and could’ve spent the rest of their lives together in just two years time. Must the universe forsake him like this? If this was his consequences, he could take it.

Until one morning about a year later after James’ passing there’s an all-too-familiar face walking down the street. It made Lotor freeze up. The nose was the same, the hair, the olive skin. Except he was still different. This man didn’t act the same. Unlike his former lover, the guy was quiet and kept to himself. Almost timid.

Lotor approaches anyway. It’s James. His James. The James he longed for since he passed away, his lover was back. The cycle repeats. He gets to know this new James, learns to love him and learns the way his personality clashes with his own.

But James’ fate is only repeated. They hold the funeral on his birthday, once more.

This happens a couple times actually. He finds James either a year later, or maybe even 5 years later. Falls in love with the man, learns to love him for what he is and not for what he was, and James dies. This goes on for a while and it only got worse. Sometimes James reincarnates as something unrecognizable: a flower, maybe even an animal. What is he meant to do when this brown and sandy cat walks up to him one late afternoon; rubs up against his leg and even calls for him? Well, of course. He takes in the stray as his own, crowning the animal with the name griffin.

He finds James, but he can’t *see* him. He’s almost completely different now, married to a beautiful woman, tall and gorgeous. with two little girls clutching at his legs. It was painful to watch, but he couldn’t do anything anyway. That ‘James’ lives till old age, different in contrast to how he died whilst dating Lotor.

Yet again, he finds James. It’s a bit humorous how he is now. The olive skin now pale, that hooked nose he loved to kiss was different, all recognizable features gone. It wasn’t the same anymore, learning to love this James pained him to his very core. Falling in love with this man and learning the beat of his rhythm was tough. Kissing his nose won’t ever be the same.

This wasn’t James anymore; he realizes. After what felt like forever he realizes this. He spent his years looking for the man who’d never be the same again.

And so Lotor becomes an author. An artist, didn’t matter. He’d teach and tell story’s of how two lovers came to be together in the same universe, different time lines. On how an immortal came to be with a mortal. It’s safe to say it wasn’t fictional. But that just meant Lotor stopped looking for his lover. He can’t love him for what he is now, cant love him for what he was then. He can only love him by honoring his memory, letting go and telling the story’s of how they came to be.

He really hopes james can forgive him when he falls in love with someone else.

End

Kismet

a hypothetical force or personified power that determines the course of the future events : FATE, DESTINY

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