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johaerys-writes · 2 years

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Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Pairing: Keith/Shiro

Summary:

After a Blade of Marmora mission almost costs him his life, Keith finds himself struggling with the aftermath. The danger has passed, but the nightmare is always close, grating against his skin; closer still, the more he tries to run away from it.

This time, though, Shiro is there.

My contribution for Day 15: Obedient of the Sheith Month event on Twitter is up! Also tagging @shirosaveskeith :)

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The blade hisses as it slashes the air, dangerously close to Keith’s ear. He ducks, avoiding it by an inch.

“Too slow.”

Keith grits his teeth and straightens under Kolivan’s watchful eye. “Don’t you think you should be a bit more careful with that? You could have cut my ear off.”

The edge of the Galra’s lip twitches in a sort of smile. He gets back into position too, adjusting his grip on his blade. “And how else will you learn, if not through fear of death?”

“Well, let’s see to it that it doesn’t turn into actual death, ‘kay?” Keith rolls his head and cracks his neck, shakes out his arms. They’ve been at it for a couple hours now, and he’s already starting to feel the strain of the exertion. Normally, at this time he would have just broken his first sweat, but the fabric of his undersuit is clinging to the sweat on his back, and there are droplets beading on his upper lip. He wipes it off on his sleeve and lets his body melt back into the starting position. “Come at me then, what are you waiting for?”

Kolivan doesn’t need much encouragement, and nor does Zelok, one of the Blade lieutenants, who joins them a moment later. The blades collide, over and over, their well sharpened edges flashing with every rapid movement. They’re both too fast for Keith, or perhaps Keith is indeed too slow, as Kolivan keeps barking at him at regular intervals.

“Might want to say that again, didn’t catch it the first time,” Keith growls, panting as he falls back. He’s drenched now, his hair plastered to the nape of his neck.

Zelok laughs, a dry and muffled sound from within his hood. “Feisty, the small one,” he tells Kolivan, and Keith rolls his eyes.

“I’m not small,” he grumbles, but it only makes Zelok laugh more. Keith doesn’t even know why he bothers with them some days. The Galra have such a weird sense of humour.

He walks away to grab his water bottle, trying his best to ignore them. It’s true he hasn’t been in top shape ever since returning from his last mission, or the injuries he’d sustained then. The time he spent in that cruiser, captured and interrogated by the Galra, had not been kind to him, and even though Keith had stayed in the healing pod for days after Shiro had rescued him and taken him back to the castleship, his strength still hasn’t returned in full. He gets tired more easily, and his muscles feel like jelly even after light exercise, despite it being phoebs since everything happened.

Those injuries are nothing to sneeze at, Coran had told him sternly after he had come to, berating him for wanting to get out of bed and get on with his tasks straight away. Don’t think you can go back to pushing yourself like you did for a while yet.

Keith scowls as he sips on his water. Just thinking about it all gives him chills sometimes. He’s resolved to simply not think about it, and it’s been working fine so far. If only his body didn’t insist on reminding him how close he'd been brought to the edge, to the point of no return.

He swallows thickly and pushes his sweaty hair away from his brow. His water bottle is empty now, and his thirst has been somewhat sated, but he’s nowhere close to recovered. Still, he grabs his blade once more and returns to the training ring.

“I’m ready,” he says.

Kolivan measures him up, his features grim. “No.”

“What? Why? I was only taking a break!”

“That’s enough training for today.”

“It hasn’t been even half the time we usually do.”

“Indeed. But you’re weak. You should focus on replenishing your strength before we continue our training.”

Keith lets out an exasperated huff. “Why does everyone keep treating me like a patient? I don’t need to replenish anything, I’m fine. I’ll push through it.”

“No. Go back to your quarters and get some rest.”

“Kolivan—”

“That’s an order, Blade,” Kolivan says in that tone that brooks no argument. He stares Keith down, until he’s finally obligated to relent.

“Fine. Whatever.” Keith rolls his eyes and slips his blade back in its sheath, then marches out of the training room while Kolivan and Zelok resume their sparring. He takes a peek at them over his shoulder, and his stomach sinks with disappointment and sullen frustration—Zelok’s doing that double spin and kick that Keith’s been begging him to teach him for weeks now, and that he’s always told he’s not ready for.

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sergeantnex · 2 years

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Kolivan x Antok's Daughter!Reader: Lost and Found (Fluff)

.:.:.Kolivan's POV.:.:.

I'm not sure what I was expecting when Krolia, Keith, and I landed on a ruined planet. It bore red grass with various red tress it would've been beautiful if it weren't for the destroyed homes. The area was proof of a attack from the Empire, another planet we couldn't save. I growled slightly as the three of us all took different routes searching for any survivors. Though if we went off of the smell there is a very small chance of any, the area wreaked of death and blood. I sighed as I pasted by the bodies, some were holding their young still. I was about to turn and leave when a sudden desperate mewl echoed, fearful and sorrowful.

"What is a kit doing out here?" I mumbled before I gave a loud rumble for the little one. Galra kits mostly use mewls, chirps, hisses, yelps, and purrs to communicate. Just as soon as I rumbles for them, the mewl repeated this time louder and sounding anxiously desperate to find me. I continued to rumble while moving forward to search for the little kit. In all these years kits were really rare, due to the constant fighting. Those that were born were considered lucky and strong, because kits need physical touch and they need a parent near them at all times. I could finally smell a slightly familiar scent as I came to the kit.

"Come now kit, let's get you taken care of alright?" I spoke lightly hoping they would see I'm trying to help them. As they slowly made their way to me, I could see that they hadn't eaten or been bathed in what appeared like days. The kit would be close to becoming sick and dying at this rate. Taking in the appearance I could tell that the kit was a girl. Her little hand touched mine softly before she pulled her hand away, she gave a low whine.

I began to rumble hoping to calm her, my eyes quickly were drawn to her tail that was swishing behind her. She gave a soft mewl before snuggling her head into my palm. I swiftly picked her up and started my way back to the ship. Her tail curled around my arm, she nuzzled her head into my neck, her ears are back slightly, and her right hand lightly played with my braid.

"Keith! Krolia! Get back to the ship now." I demanded over the communications link. As soon as they say that their on their way I took a wet cloth from the ship and began to at least wipe the Kit's face. Her matted and dirt fur becoming lighter and her dark purple markings stood out more.

As the last two members of my pride showed up, Krolia froze. The kit looked at them before whining and took off to hide in the ship. Sighing I stood and gestured for them to follow me. I locked the ship down and stopped Keith before he could ask anything. As the quiet set in, a scared mewl sounded throughout the ship.

"I found her among the wreckage, it looks like she hasn't eaten or been bathed in a few days which means her parents are dead. We need to get her back to the base so she can get a medical check and any needs to be taken care of." I said kneeling down and began to rumble for the kit. In seconds she peered out at me before looking behind me at Keith and Krolia.

Krolia quickly rumbled and crouched beside me putting her hands out. The kit was quick to hiss and slide back but continued to watch us. Keith joined us on the floor of the ship and lightly chirped. Both being the only kits the Blades have been able to find and have around. She stared at Keith before looking at me and inching forward before climbing into my lap. Krolia laughed softly cooing at the kit as she yawned and snuggled into my uniform. She and Keith both lightly cooed at her as she began to fall asleep. Keith took over piloting the ship back to headquarters while Krolia helped me bath the kit.

Krolia kept rumbling while supporting the kit softly. As we finished bathing the kit, the water was dark and murky. Making me cringe at how filthy this poor little thing was, as I began to dry her Krolia moved to get the kit clean clothes. The little one mewled out in need of affection, causing me to react without thinking.

"You know she seems to have imprinted on you and you obviously feel a connection to her. Maybe we should take her in to our pride, I missed out on raising Keith. Keith seems to like her and you haven't really let her go." Krolia explained helping me get her dressed. As I looked at the kit I felt her tail curl around my wrist tightly.

"Her scent is so familiar and her tail reminds me of Antok. What are the chances that she is his?" I said softly as I thought back to my fallen pride mates. Krolia lightly nuzzled me trying to comfort me, we both know the pain of losing our pride. Taking the little kit with me to sit in one of the seats while making sure not to wake her. As we finally arrived I told them to write a report on what they saw while I got her seen.

"Acxa I need your assistance." I called to one of our blades. She trained to take Ulaz's position as our medic when she arrived. She was talented in both medical needs and battle there was no denying that. She began to check for wounds, lightly pressing against the kit to see if anything was broken or causing discomfort, and finally moving to draw blood.

"Where did you find her?" Acxa asked as she set the blood test began. I told her how I came across her, that I couldn't just leave a kit to starve and die. As we spoke the little one slightly woke she gave questioning chirps before curling closer to me when she realized she wasn't familiar with her new surroundings.

Once the test was over she looked over the results before she froze and looked to me. She was tense as she handed me the results, as I read on about her health when I felt the world freeze. Antok. She really was Antok's daughter? This little kit was Antok's daughter, how did I miss this?

Nodding I handed the paper back before lifting the kit and made my way to my office to looking through Antok's many reports for any signs of a daughter. The kit took to looking about the office as I continued reading, stopping to check on her every so often.

.:.:.Two hours later.:.:.

I finally found where he mentions his soon to be born kit, (Y/n). Before I could call her by her name both Krolia and Keith came in. A hiss echoed before I felt the kit climb and hide in my lap, I chuckled softly before rumbling to her.

"Have you found anything?" Krolia asks lightly placing their reports on my desk. I handed her the paper before lifting the kit up. Her ears fell back slightly as she gave me a sheepish smile. (Y/n) was only 5 and was already tall enough to reach my knees. Her short light purple fur had dark purple strips on her ears, the upper part of her arms, and on the upper part of her legs. Her tail looked exactly like Antok's as well as her feet.

"I can't believe it. She's Antoks'?" Krolia asks in disbelief, and from the inquisitive chirp from Keith he, too, was also in shock. Nodding I lightly placed (Y/n) on my desk, lightly nuzzling her to which she melted and purred quickly.

"(Y/n)~" Krolia called causing the kit to chirp loudly at her name being called. Krolia smile and praised the little kit, lifting her up to nuzzle her and rumbled to her. Keith gave a smile as he lightly rubbed her ear making her give a pleased chirps.

"She is staying with us right? In our pride and nest?" Keith asked before being taken off guard when (Y/n) leaped on to his shoulder. She purred softly against Keith she lightly nuzzled him as well before curling her tail around his neck for security. I smirked when she started nuzzling into Keith more, happily chirping softly.

"Starting today she is our kit, and she will know what it feels like to be safe. We are all she has left." I said lightly rubbing the kit's back as a purr sounded through the office. Making all of us feel more a peace than we already did. She would need training, she will need affection, and she will know that we are family. Maybe when she is of age, I will tell her everything she wants to know about her father.

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actress4him · 3 years

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Black, Yellow, Blue, Green, Orange, Pink

...Red

Part 7. Please mind the tags.

9/23/23 Added another piece of art by @probablyhuntersmom !

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Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: death mention, mild blood, dehumanization, restraints, muzzle, conditioning, torture, verbal abuse, hair pulling, knife to throat, slight suicide ideation, guns

They must have some luck left, because Shiro and Pidge find the intruders right about the same time that Keith does. Shiro hears talking from the adjoining hallway and motions at Pidge to stay back, peering carefully around the corner.

“You have nerve, coming to us like this after having failed your mission. You should not be alive. Where is the body to accompany the blood in the hangar?”

There’s no reply, but Shiro can see Keith now, looking incredibly small as he stands in front of four aliens with his head down and his hands gripped in fists by his sides. They tower over him, grey skin wrinkled like an elephant’s, large eyes stern upon him. From this distance, he can’t see any discernible difference between any of them.

“Down.”

Keith’s knees hit the floor an instant later, no hesitation. Without being told, he offers his wrists, and the alien to his left snaps a pair of manacles around them. A tether - a leash - drapes from them to the alien’s fist when he drops his hands back down.

The next identical alien steps forward, and Keith’s mouth opens - again, without prompting. A metal piece slides in, and he closes his jaw awkwardly over it as the attached leather is buckled firmly in place around his head.

A muzzle.

They’ve muzzled and leashed him, like a dog, and Shiro’s blood is boiling.

Besides that, he’s so, utterly bewildered. How in the world did Keith, the most stubborn, willful, fiery person he knows, get to be this, this person who could be restrained without a fight, who could be ordered to shoot his friends?

He knew how it could happen. He has vague memories of being on his way to this kind of compliance, himself. But that was after being a prisoner of the Empire for a year.

Keith had been perfectly fine a little over a week ago, when they spoke to him and Kolivan over video. Hadn’t he?

Suddenly a high-pitched keen, muffled but still plenty audible, cuts through the air, and Keith folds in on himself, spasming a few times before falling onto his side and curling into a tiny ball. Even then he continues to shake. Shiro has to hold himself back from barging out into the open right then. Pidge, who has been watching from a crouched position underneath him, claps a hand over her mouth to try to stifle her own cry.

Apparently it’s not enough. Four heads whip up to face their hiding spot, and a split second later one of the aliens is upon them. Shiro stumbles backwards, surprised by the speed, and activates his arm. Pidge leaps to her feet, too, bayard glowing green.

“You are even more of a failure than we imagined,” they hiss after taking in the two Paladins with a stoic expression.

Shiro narrows his eyes. “Let him go, now.”

The grey alien simply studies him for another moment before zipping back to the group in the blink of an eye. They slam their foot into Keith’s spine. “Did you even manage to kill one?” He’s kicked again, and again, other aliens joining in. “You have failed. You are truly worthless.”

Shiro and Pidge rush out into the other hallway. “Stop it!” she cries. “Stop hurting him!”

Immediately the one that holds Keith’s tether yanks him up, producing a knife from somewhere unseen and pressing the point of it into his neck with one hand while the other three hands hold him by the waist and hair. His eyes are squeezed shut, the only part of his face visible above the black leather mask.

“You will not attack us,” they nearly purr.

“Not as long as we have your precious friend,” another finishes.

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Pain is coming again, he knows it is. The question is only from what source. His body still aches from the device being activated and from the kicks, and now there’s a sharp prick in the soft skin of his neck.

He deserves to die, he knows he does. He failed his mission. A part of him almost wishes that he could die, and be done with all of this pain. But if he knows anything about those that own him, he knows that they’ll want to draw it out, make it as much of a punishment as possible. It won’t be a quick death.

They’re arguing with the two Paladins who have shown up, then suddenly something is being shoved into his manacled hands. A blaster. He knows the feel of one well by now. The one holding him shakes him roughly by the hair, and he whimpers involuntarily, prying his eyes open.

“You may have one more chance. Kill these two now, and your previous failure will be forgotten. Prove to us that we have not wasted the last three decaphoebs training you.”

“Wh-...three decaphoebs?” That’s Black speaking. “It’s not possible that you’ve been training him for that long. We weren’t even in space three decaphoebs ago.”

The one to his left gives a warbling sound that mimics laughter. “Perhaps you were not.”

“We have chosen the location for our base wisely,” says another. “In a particular pocket of space just outside of the Quantum Abyss. Time passes differently there.”

Green makes a choking noise. “So you’re saying that while it’s only been a few days for us, he’s been with you for…?”

“Enough chatter!” He’s shaken again. “You were given an order, weapon. Will you obey, or not?”

He knows he doesn’t have time to think, to choose. If he doesn’t act immediately, they’ll see it as disobedience. He’ll be punished, severely.

But he also knows he can’t do it. He doesn’t want to kill them. He’d much rather die himself.

They sneer in his ear. “You have chosen the way of pain.”

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rubymoon-snape · 3 years

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Author Note: This is AU, where Thace, Ulaz, and Antok survived. Keith considers the BoM his pack, and they consider Keith their kit. Krolia is here as Keith's mother. This is also Adashi. This was inspired by KitCat's story "After The Battle," which is part of her Kit Keith series. I have her permission to write this.

"Confrontational"

Keith was having a good day. He was happy that his team, his pack, and Shiro and Adam were at the same place. He hadn't thought anything was going wrong until he heard the growls.

He recognized the growls as his mother's. He followed the sounds and found himself at Shiro's and Adam's apartment. He opened the door and saw an amazing sight. Adam was being restrained by Shiro, and Kolivan was holding Krolia back. Krolia was growling at Adam.

"How dare you say I don't care about my kit!"

"You don't have the right to call him your 'kit'!"

"He has always been my kit!"

"You left him!"

"Adam, that's enough! We've been through this before!" Shiro exclaimed.

"Why aren't you upset with her, Takashi? We raised Keith here at the Garrison, where she just abandoned him and his father!"

"I didn't abandoned them! I left to protect them!"

"Some protection! Keith's father died, and Keith went into foster care!"

At the mention of his father's death, Keith whimpered, drawing everyone's attention.

"Keith?"

"Kit?"

"Why are you two fighting?" Tears appeared in Keith's eyes. "You're family."

Seeing the tears in Keith's eyes caused Krolia and Adam to get loose from Shiro's and Kolivan's holds and head over towards Keith. Keith realized that they meant to hug him but didn't want them to hug him if they were still fighting. He growled in their direction, which did cause them to pause but only for a moment. They continued coming closer, causing Keith to back up. He bumped into someone behind him, and a quick look showed him it was the Paladins, specifically Hunk. Keith smiled and turned around fully to hug the Yellow Paladin. Even though he was surprised, Hunk still wrapped his arms around his team leader.

Out of his periphery, Keith could still see Krolia and Adam coming closer. He turned his head and gave a short hiss, which startled the two of them as he had never made that sound before. Even though Keith had never made that sound before, both Adam and Krolia could tell they were supposed to stay back.

"Take it easy, Space Cat." Lance came up next to Keith and Hunk. "By the way, you know you're getting a group hug, right?"

Keith gave a tiny smile and purred. "Of course." Having heard that, Lance and Pidge joined the group hug. "But does anyone know how this started?"

"I can tell you, Keith," Allura spoke up, patting the spot next to her. Keith was released from the group hug, and he took a seat next to the princess. "We were doing introductions. Well, it was myself and the Blades as Lance, Pidge, Hunk, and Shiro knew Adam. The introductions were going well until Krolia mentioned she was your mother. Adam seemed to take offense to the fact that you allowed her back into your life so easily after what he called abandonment."

"Everyone thought it was abandonment, except for my Dad and my Mom, of course. In truth, she left to protect me mostly when I was a few months old."

"How could you know that? You couldn't have remembered it," Adam argued.

Keith sighed. "I saw it. When Mom and I were in the Quantum Abyss, there were these flashes of light that showed us mostly events of the past. This was one of the first events it showed us over the course of the two years we were there."

"Two years?" Adam echoed.

"Yeah. Time passes differently in that area of space. It was two years for us but only a week to you guys. It really gave me the time I needed to reconnect with Mom. It was awkward at first, but then we talked about what happened and were shown events that healed the hurt caused by her leaving."

"So, you didn't just immediately accept her back into your life." Adam sounded like he finally understood what was going on.

"No, I didn't." Then, it hit Keith why Krolia and Adam had been so hostile to each other. They had misconceptions about each other's role in his life and perhaps thought they were being replaced. Keith chirped at the two of them, beckoning them close. Krolia immediately came over and knelt on the floor next to Keith's legs. Keith waved Adam over, and the brunette officer mimicked Krolia's position. "Both of you are important to me. So important that neither of you can be replaced. After my stint in foster care, Adam and Shiro were like a set of parents to me."

Adam snickered. "It was more like I was the parent to a sharp tongued cadet and a wild, disaster of a lieutenant."

"Touché, but the point remains. Can you two at least be civil to each other?"

Krolia smiled and hesitantly nuzzled Keith, glad when he responded with a nuzzle of his own. "Of course, kit." She turned to Adam. "I think we got off on the wrong foot as my mate would say."

"Your mate sounds like someone I would have gotten along with."

"Undoubtedly, so do you have any stories about Keith growing up?" Krolia stood up.

"Mom!"

"Of course, and I will swap them for any stories about baby Keith." Adam also got to his feet.

"Adam!"

Krolia grinned. "Deal."

Keith buried his head in his hands. He was going to regret having those two make up; he just knew it.

Fin

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corvus--rex · 3 years

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Another one that's not truly abandoned, working title Code Violet. Post s.8 Omegaverse, Klance slowburn. Omega Lance has been put on medical leave by the Garrison after the war because of his PTSD, which really just translates to secondary sexism as he's the only Omega among the Paladins. But then Keith goes missing on a Blades mission and Shiro calls the team back together.

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He could deal with torture. At least, that’s what Keith told himself, having never been through it personally. But he did know how to deal with pain. A result of too many fights and questionable decisions in his life. But the sensation that overwhelmed his senses wasn’t pain. Or maybe it was. He didn’t know precisely. All he knew at that moment was that he could actively feel every last one of his nerves. He could feel the normal everyday functioning of his body mixed with a racing heartbeat and hyperventilating lungs. And yet he felt oddly detached from it. It felt as though his Alpha was protecting his mind like a mother wolf with her threatened pup. It was a very strange sensation. It felt like it went on forever. He felt something in his body shift. Something new and wholly unfamiliar. And then the pain actually hit. It crept in slowly, radiating from his core until the blooming white-hot flames licked their way through all of his nerve endings. He might have screamed, but he could never be sure. And when the searing pain left, it didn’t go quickly. It smoldered like the embers of a bonfire, burning low in that deceptive way that made it unclear as to whether or not the charred remains were still alight. But Keith could feel it, the low, steady flame that curled its way through his fingertips and all the way to his toes. Neither mind nor body relaxed until the cool touch of unconsciousness wrapped him in its embrace. He was blissfully unaware of being lifted, carried, and finally left in a dark cell while his captors waited for him to wake.

~~*~~ 5 Movements (7 Weeks) Later ~~*~~

Lance was startled awake by his comm screaming for his attention on his nightstand. No one he knew would call at half past five in the morning. All the official evaluations he’d undergone concluded that yes, he had PTSD just like the rest of Team Voltron and everyone else who’d fought in the war, but that with his weekly therapy sessions, he was handling it well enough for active duty. He had the unpleasant suspicion that it had something to do with him being the only Omega on Team Voltron. It didn’t seem to matter, however, as he was kept on medical leave.

When he was woken at the barest hint of dawn’s asscrack, squinting at his comm’s screen, he was shocked to see Shiro on the other end of the call. He fumbled for the button, accidentally dropping the device on himself. He figured he must have hit it somewhere in his sleep and adrenalin-fueled struggle when Shiro’s sleep-deprived face popped up in the holographic projection.

“Shiro? What? What is it? What’s going on?” Lance asked, voice low and rough, his mind not yet fully engaged.

“How soon can you get to the Garrison?” Shiro answered, sounding more awake than he looked.

“Um, probably about an hour. Why? What’s happening?”

The face of the Atlas’ captain darkened. “Keith’s gone missing. He was supposed to check in one movement ago, no one’s heard from him and they can’t trace his comm. It’s the second one he’s missed. Acxa and Kolivan are here requesting a team from the Coalition.”

Lance was awake. He knew Keith was away on another mission, he’d heard it directly from the man himself. He knew Keith would be out of reach for a while. He knew he wouldn’t know if Keith was ok until the mission was over. But he also knew that Keith was expected to keep to the check-in schedule, sending a scrambled message to a secure communications outpost that would then be sent on to Acxa, who was leading the Blades for the duration of the mission. It was almost overly complicated, but the mission was one that required careful stealth. It was the only thing Keith had been allowed to say about it before disappearing for what was supposed to be an extended 3 phoeb mission.

Acxa made sure to keep Team Voltron informed when it came to the check-in schedule, letting them know that Keith was ok. He had made the first three check-ins, even if the team was kept in the dark as to the messages’ contents. Acxa knew that there was a possibility that he could miss a check-in, but as long as his comm was active and could still be traced, she would know that the mission was still going. If he missed more than one check-in, it would raise alarms. Shiro said that he’d missed one a movement ago, which meant that he should have checked in again and hadn’t. If Shiro was calling to say that Keith had missed the check-in, and not that the mission was confirmed to have gone wrong, well, Lance didn’t quite know what it meant, but it wasn’t going to stop him from finding out.

“I’ll be right there,” he said, fully awake and already half-dressed.

Shiro nodded and cut the call.

Forty-five minutes later, Lance was walking into the conference room. He was surprised to see that he was the first one there save for Shiro. Lance was the only one of the team who wasn’t either assigned to the Atlas or stationed at the Garrison. Given his leave status, he’d decided to stay home with his family. The Garrison knew where to find him if they wanted to.

Taking a seat in the middle of the table, Lance leaned forward, resting his arms on the metal surface. “Who else is coming to this?” he asked.

“Adam, Pidge, and Hunk, Acxa is bringing Kolivan, and against my wishes, the MFEs will be here as well. They don’t have the security clearance our team has. They were involved on the front lines, but they’re not us. And they know even less about the Blades. But Iverson ordered it, so they’re coming.”

“Kinda surprised I still have the clearance,” he muttered, even though he knew Shiro would hear him anyway.

“And you know that if I had any real say, you’d be on the Atlas with us. You’re an outstanding pilot, the best at small team tactics I’ve ever seen, and I know no one can iron sight a target like you can. We wouldn’t have made it through several of our missions with Voltron if it hadn’t been for you. I don’t know if you realize it, but we never would have won the war without you.”

Lance looked up at that. Shiro was watching him, the Alpha’s expression one of pride and affection. “How’s that? We did it as a team. I wasn’t any more or less important than anyone else.”

Shiro shook his head. “Not at the end. You’re right about that. It was a team effort. I meant before that. Back when we rescued Slav. We only had one chance at getting him out, and we almost didn’t. If you hadn’t made that shot, we never would have succeeded that day, and – as much as I hate to admit it – Slav’s input and genius went a very long way in helping us win. Without you, none of it would have happened.”

Shock and realization flashed across the Omega’s face. “I – I never thought about it like that. I just did what I had to. We needed him, and I just did it. I never put it together like that.” He stumbled through his words, understanding the weight of what he’d done hitting him. He started at Shiro’s hand on his shoulder.

“I hadn’t either until recently. But that wasn’t a conversation to be had over a call. And I want you to know from me that I have been fighting Administration over your forced medical leave. It isn’t Iverson who’s sidelining you, it’s the heads of the Medical Division. They’re the only ones who can overrule him. Your evaluations confirm what we already know – that you're fit for active duty. The shrinks know it, we know it, even Iverson knows it. I don’t know why the med admins won’t clear you, but I have an idea, and their thought process is wrong. Being an Omega has nothing to do with your capability as a Garrison officer. We will get this sorted out.”

Lance stood up in a rush, nearly knocking the chair over, and crushed his pack Alpha in a tight hug. “Thanks, Shiro,” he mumbled into the Alpha’s shoulder.

“Anytime. I mean it. You’re more than just your service record. You are still, and always will be, part of the pack. Part of our pack. You do know that, right?”

Lance huffed a laugh into Shiro’s shoulder. “That’s about the only part I haven’t questioned. I – I miss him, Shiro. I just want to get him back safe.”

Shiro pulled back, holding onto Lance’s shoulders. “We will. We’re not giving up, not even if I have to go after him myself.”

The door gave a soft hiss as it slid open and closed. Lance and Shiro snapped to see who was there.

“We interrupt something?” Pidge asked, Hunk standing beside her.

“Lance! You made it! Oh, man, I am so happy to see you!” Hunk practically yelled, rushing in to wrap his old friend in a crushing hug.

“Yeah, I made it. I'm happy to see you too, Hunk,” Lance said far more softly and returning the enthusiastic hug.

~*~*~*~

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queenofthenyx · 4 years

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Hunk’s Magical Shoves

Physically shoving people into relationships becomes Hunk’s thing.

After forcing Lance to ask Allura out, Hunk didn’t think he’d ever need to interfere with anyone else’s love life. He’d only done it the once because it was his best friend and literally their last day on Earth.

But then, nearly six months into their mission, he’s yet again having lunch when his services are called to action. This time on the Atlas, in the mess hall, sitting quietly with other people from the engineering department, biting into a creation of Vrepit Sal’s when from the next table over he overhears this bit of a conversation:

“So, uh. Do you like coffee?” Shiro’s voice is tighter than normal, which is what draws Hunk’s attention in the first place. It’s not stressed, but it is weirdly strained. “Because if you do, it’s available. All the time. Decaf too.”

Hunk stops eating. Watching as the bridge officer he’s speaking to, Lieutenant Hartfield if Hunk remembers correctly, stares at Shiro with equal parts concern and confusion. “I know?”

Hunk feels himself shaking his head. What the heck is going on over there? Slav tries to start up a discussion about energy readings, but Hunk just shoves a large hand in his face and shushes him, focused on the very nervous way Shiro laughs.

“Right! Of course you do. You’ve been here as long as I have. Ha, uh. So yeah, enjoy!”

And with flourishing wave of his Altean hand that Hunk has never, ever seen Shiro do before, he leaves. Hunk abandons his food. Curiosity winning out over hunger, he goes and confronts his friend.

“What did I just witness?”

Shiro jumps. Actually jumps when Hunk asks this. “Just trying to get to know my bridge crew.”

“Ahuh… ”

Shiro’s face morphs into something far more recognizable than the skittish little man from a moment ago. “Really, Hunk. That’s it. Curtis is the only one I didn’t know at-“

“Curtis, eh?”

Shiro’s mouth slams shut on him, his cheeks dusted with just the tiniest amounts of pink. Hunk, math geek that he is, starts putting two and two together. He claps his hands together in excitement.

“You were trying to ask him to have coffee with you!” He whisper-shouts.

Shiro reddens further. Then he tries to walk away without another word. But Hunk grabs him, stops him, and turns him around; surprising them both. He’s never manhandled Shiro before and honestly it’s a lot easier than Hunk would’ve predicted. He’s a wall of muscle, but that means nothing if he’s not actually utilizing it.

“Nuh-uh,” Hunk tuts, pushing his former head of Voltron back into the mess hall with only a margin of difficulty and squirming on Shiro’s part. “You’ve literally faced down Zarkon and… well… kinda lived to tell the tale. You can ask a cute guy out.”

Shiro hisses back over his shoulder, “what if he says no?”

“Then he’s a moron.” Hunk stops and gives Shiro a hard shove to take him the rest of the way.

As Hunk discovers two doboshes later, Curtis is not a moron.

The third time it happens, it’s actually requested of him.

Romelle bounces up to him, the chiffon layers of her party dress floating in place for just a second. “Hunk, can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure thing, Mellie. What’s up?”

“I need help asking out James.”

“Griffin? Really?”

Romelle ticks off her reasons on her fingers. “He’s rather handsome. He’s the gentle kind of serious that plays well against my natural good-humor. He’s also a pilot. He can fly me anywhere I’d like to go.”

“You’ve given this way too much thought.”

“Well, I’m not just going to have you magically shove me at someone I didn’t think would be compatible!”

The implication is loud and clear. Okay yeah sure, they are literally attending the wedding of the last couple he shoved together, but he’s only ever done it twice! That’s not even a pattern.

Then Romelle turns pretty blue eyes on him, reminds them of all their misadventures together, and doesn’t he want her to be happy?!

“Fine.”

When he shoves her, Romelle lets out a squeal of glee. In a very romantic comedy-esque way, Griffin catches her with both arms, holding her close afterwards, smiling into her eyes as they whisper to one another, the entire party fading away around them.

Over the next couple decaphoebs he shoves roughly six other couples together, including his brother-in-law Rax with an Olkari hacker that once worked under Zethrid. Granted that wasn’t so much a relationship as a five-night booty call. Still Rax was rather happy with the results, so Hunk counts it as a win.

Once Pidge bet him that he wouldn’t shove Kolivan at Krolia at some Daibazaali state function. Hunk walked away 2,000 GAC richer with cracked ribs and a black-eye to prove it.

The next time after that he decides will be his final shove. It’s just too much power for one individual to have. And he’s a father now dammit, he’s got better things to do. That, and it’s nice to finish it once it comes full circle.

“Keith,” he warns, coming to stand next to him, following his line of sight. Running around the base of the Allura statue on Altea is his son and daughter, Shiro and Curtis’s son, and Lance playing a game of tag. It’s adorable, but if Keith had just stepped up sooner it could be his and Lance’s kid out there too. After wimping out last year, Keith made him promise to shove him if he didn’t get done the next Voltron reunion.

“I know, Hunk.” Keith says, his voice barely more than a huff of air. “Just give me a second?”

Another second won’t hurt. So Hunk indulges. He remembers what his earlier years with Shay were like. Tentative, shy. Knowing what their mutual feelings were, but uncertain all the same. He hopes Keith and Lance will look back on this with the same fondness Hunk does.

When Keith’s ready, he steps in front of Hunk. Over his leather-clad shoulder, Hunk meets Lance’s glance with a wink. Then he puts his hands on Keith’s back and gives it a nice strong push.

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Satellites Part 12

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Pidge had been working day and night on those damn Galra codes. She had been tipped off from a few stray files that clearly had been incredibly classified. Of course seeing that something was classified was the equivalent of a challenge, so the Green Paladin took it upon herself to get as much information as she could.

She had been holed up in her room for days. Eyes drooping in sleep deprivation and stomach growling. But she was almost there, she could just feel it. Just a few more codes.

That was her last thought before she finally passed out on her laptop, her exhaustion getting the better of her.

She wasn’t sure how long she had slept, but when she finally woke up, it was with a familiar blanket around her, in her bed, with her glasses placed gently on the shelf above her. She scanned for her laptop and found it across the room, still open on her desk.

Quickly, she sprung from her bed and raced over to the computer, immediately resuming her work. It only took a few more lines of code before she was in.

It worked. FIles upon files filled her screen, all titled the same.

Project Leo.

Picking up her computer she hurried out of her room in search of the others. She didn’t have to search long, as apparently she had just slept through dinner, and everyone was still hanging about in the dining hall.

“Guys! Guys, you aren’t going to believe this!”

Her exclamation halted all conversations as everyone turned their attentions to her.

“Calm down, Pidge. There’s no need to yell.” Shiro scolded, though Pidge was quick to roll her eyes at it. Of course there was a reason to yell! She had just found something amazing, for heaven’s sake!

“You know those classified files that were supposed to be completely impossible to get through?” she asked.

“You mean the ones that Kolivan sent over?” now that peaked Keith’s interest.

“Pidge, how did you get these? They were sent strictly to Allura.”another scolding from Shiro, earning another eye roll. Honestly, did they know nothing about her? The second you tell Pidge not to do something, she’s bound to do it 3 times over.

“How I got them, is not of your concern. This however is.” She handed the laptop to Shiro expectantly. “Apparently, the files were of this new thing that the Galra have been working on. Something to enhance their soldiers. Some experimental serum by the looks of it. The program is called-”

“Project Leo.” Lance’s voice was barely above a whisper, but somehow it was heard by everyone.

The group stared at him in shock, Pidge the most out of everyone.

“How did you know that?” Hunk hated the shakiness of his voice, but he couldn’t help it.

The room fell completely silent. All excitement Pidge could have had had dissipated quickly at the sound of Lance’s voice. The pained sound made her wish she had never tried to open the files to begin with.

“Because I was one of the experiments.”

Lance was pissed. As he stomped his way towards the bridge, towards where he knew Allura would be, his anger only seemed to grow.

Who the hell did she think she was?

What right did she have to do any of this?

The doors opened swiftly, the sound clearly startling Shiro and Allura out of whatever conversation they were having.

Another day, Lance would have apologized profusely for interrupting. But today? He could care less about being polite.

“What the actual FUCK ALLURA?”

“Shiro, could you give us a second?” the Altean turned to Shiro who simply nodded before exiting the room in a hurry.

Once the doors had closed Allura turned to a seething Lance.

“Yes, Lance?”

“How dare you! I had to find out about this mission through Keith. Keith! You know out of everyone here, the one person who should be on that mission is me!”

“I’m sorry Lance, but you’re not going.” Allura sighed, “I understand that you are angry-”

“Angry?” Lance exclaimed, his voice dripping in contempt. “Oh no, Allura, I’m not angry. I’m fucking pissed the fuck off! WHat makes you think that you can just bench me on a mission like this?”

Allura knew where he was coming from, could really understand why he wanted to go. These people had held him captive after all, changed him into what he was today. But it was that exact reason why she couldn’t in good conscience allow him to go.

“Lance, you are frustrated, believe me, I know. But at the moment I do not think it is wise given your current mental state.”

“It was fine enough for you to try to force me to do the mindmeld last week, Princess.” his last word came out as a sneer and it took all Allura had not to give into the blatant disrespect the Blue Paladin was showing to her.

“The mindmeld exercise was meant to help fix that.” she stated as calmly as possible. “That was why I suggested it. However, your reluctance hindered such.”

“So you’re punishing me for not wanting to relive my traumatic experiences?” Lance could not believe what he was hearing. So much for a fucking support system. “Tell me, Allura, how does being forced to endure torture again fix my mental state? I’d love to hear it!” Lance held nothing back in his voice. All anger and sarcasm that Allura could do nothing to fix. She was only trying to help.

“I am not punishing you, Lance. But with your recent panic attacks and nightmares, it is unwise to send you out like this.”

There was a beat of silence that gave Allura false hope that she had finally gotten through to him. She should have known better and cursed herself for her optimism.

“How do you know about that?” it was a genuine question despite the words coming out in a hiss. Only then did Allura realize that she had said too much.

It was no secret that Lance had nightmares. They were quite frequent and loud the first few weeks of his return. However, they had seemed to calm down after a bit. It was believed that they now came less frequently, that was until Keith had come to Allura with his concern about his fellow paladin.

Apparently, rather than the widely believed situation in which Lance “was handling it”, his nightmares and anxiety had only increased drastically. It was only due to Keith taking it upon himself to be able to calm Lance down that the team was given a false sense of security.

The only people who really knew about that were Keith and Allura. Not even Coran had been informed.

“W-well...I-I-”

“Keith told you, didn’t he?” a new rise of anger fille the Blue Paladin as the realization set in. “Didn’t he?” he asked again, louder that before when Allura had failed to answer the first time.

“H-he. He’s worried about you. Lance we all are.”

“Oh don’t give me that bullshit. If you were worried, you would have asked me about it. Not talk about me behind my back and exclude me from a mission that is literally about me!”

She didn’t know what to say.

What could she say?

Lance couldn’t go on the mission. He was too much of a liability at this point, but it seemed that anything that she could say to make him understand would only fall on deaf ears.

“I’m sorry, Lance. But you cannot go on the mission. We will keep you updated but it is vital that you remain here. As of now, you will be under strict observation by Coran, and when he deems you mentally fit, you may return to missions. My choice is final, and Shiro agrees.”

She took a few tentative steps forward, softening her eyes as she neared the Blue Paladin.

“I’m trying to do what is right for the team and for you. I am trying to keep you safe. I hope that you can understand.”

“Oh, I understand perfectly, Princess.” And with that, he stormed out of the bridge.

Allura waited until the doors finally closed before collapsing on her knees. WIth her head in her hands, she took a few shaky breaths to calm herself.

She was only trying to do what was right. So why did it feel like everything she did was only pushing Lance farther away from them?

#vld lance #lance serrano #lance mcclain #langst #i love two blue bois and lance is one of them #lance #ooohhhh #lance is pissed #he's been getting pretty pissed lately #wonder what happened there #oh yeah #this boy is literally traumatized #sorry babe #it builds character I swear

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.76

Nursing his right arm, Lance was still slightly shocked he’d been shot by Krolia. He couldn’t say he didn’t have it coming, following her voice calling his name like he had, but Krolia... Jesus. What’d he got himself into. Keith was furious. Krolia seemed to take it all in good humour. Lance was trying his hardest to keep the peace between mother and son... but she just might be the weirdest person who’d come into his life lately.

Being strong for Keith, he’d pulled his shirt back on, letting Keith do the buttons for him because he knew how much his boyfriend was worrying. Maybe if he’d stopped to think, he would have realised it was all a prank... yet, when that gun had come out, all he’d thought about was Keith not getting shot on his watch. Following the sound of Coran’s voice, the whole group was waiting with him as he tried to calm down a raging Pidge who demanded to see him. Krolia was standing towards the back of the group looking rather amused. Wrapping his good arm around his gremlin, Pidge went straight for his nuts, before realising it was him and throwing herself into his hold

“You fucking scared me!”

Scared him? He was a hair away from being hit in the balls!

“I’m fine. A little bruise and good as new”

“You’re being a lying little shit, aren’t you?”

Lance kissed Pidge on the top of the head. She was just the right height for him to abuse his older brother rights

“Totally. Nah. I’m okay. Are you guys okay?”

“We were until Shiro started shaking and said you’d been shot! What the fuck man!”

Pidge pulled out of his grip, Lance yelping as she punched his bad arm. Staggering into Keith as he clutched his arm tighter, glasses falling off his face thanks to his lack of coordination, his foot landing on them where they were crunched as Keith cried

“Lance!”

Keith wrapped his arms around him as he caught him, hand firm against his now extra sore arm, Lance groaned

“Not that arm...”

Keith swearing

“Shit!”

They were ridiculous. They’d make an amazing comedy act. The vampire who kept getting himself hurt and his boyfriend who kept finding the spots by accident.

Coran patted his shoulder... his sore shoulder. Lance wondering if this was how he died?

“I think maybe we should all sit down for a pot of tea. Krolia, will you be joining us?”

God. Yes. Yes, Coran! You beautiful fae bastard! Anything so he wouldn’t get hit or nearly hit or hugged to hard again! Krolia’s reply held traces of a giggle at their antics. It wasn’t Lance’s fault he was clumsy. That’s what happened when you wore a prescription that wasn’t right for them suddenly got attacked by a wild gremlin

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything”

Coran fetched a tray of tea as the rest of them sat around a conference table that was thankfully not the one they’d be at when Kolivan visited. Krolia sat across from Keith, smile on her lips as Lance tried not to look at her. She was beautiful. Black hair streaked with purple. Features so much like Keith’s. Keith was a good foot taller than his mother, but Lance knew Krolia could easily whoop his boyfriend’s arse. Hunk looked nervous again. Pidge was sitting between him and Lance. And the silence was awkward as hell. He may as well have died in the alley for how awkward things were. What was a little shooting between friends? Mentally he’d placed a bet on Shiro talking first... He’d have won $10 if he’d taken his own bet... but he wasn’t exactly sure how to pay himself.

“Krolia. We had the suspicion you’d arrive soon. How are you finding Platt?”

Lance wasn’t moody... not jealous that Shiro was being the cool mature one

“Fine. It’s nice to see you, Curtis and Keith again. Let’s be honest here, I’m more pleased to find Keith safe and well, and even more interested on how he came to be dating a vampire”

Lance flushed, sliding down in his chair, aggravating his shoulder as he did

“Are you saying there’s something wrong with my brother?!”

Bless Pidge! Krolia had no idea how mad Pidge could get

“Not at all. He seems to be quite apt. Passed the boyfriend test with flying colours”

“Good, because he’s been through enough shit. It doesn’t matter if this is his first relationship. He’s about as good at it as Keith”

Aaaaaaand he was sliding further down in his chair.

Across the table Krolia laughed

“If he was as good as Keith, an inability to converse and they’d never have gotten past awkward friendship”

Now Lance was annoyed. Sitting up to fast, his poor arm was wracked with shooting pains

“Keith talks to me about all kinds of things. He’s a good man. He’s funny, and he’s weird, and his haircut is fresh out of the ‘80’s and I like that about him”

Krolia raised an eyebrow. She was wearing an expression he’d seen so many times on his boyfriend’s face

“Keith is like, he’s a good guy. He makes Lance happy, and we’re friends, right, man”

Hunk’s awkwardness made Lance’s heart swell. Not only was the big guy ignoring his nerves, but he saw Keith as Keith, despite having so much to wrap his head around.

Shiro laughed

“I’m afraid Keith’s gone and made some pretty good friends here, Krolia. He’s really come out of his shell since meeting Lance. It’s been good for him. And I’m pretty sure you’re going to be in trouble if you tease him”

Krolia shrugged

“I’m happy for him. I really am. As long as he’s continuing to be careful, we can cover the fact he’s fallen for a vampire”

Keith slammed his hands on the table. Lance wincing. His boyfriend was still an anger loaf at heart

“I don’t want to cover the fact I’m dating Lance. He’s... he’s my boyfriend and probably my best friend. You don’t get to act like a mother when it suits you. Seriously, why did you even come?”

“To see you. I know you may find it hard to believe it, but I do care for you”

“Right. Like you cared when you dropped off the face of the fucking planet and abandoned me after dad died!”

Sadness washed over Krolia’s face

“I didn’t know he’d died and by the time I did, it was safer for you to stay in the system”

Oh, Lord. Krolia was another Keith. Keith was so angry he was blurting out things he’d never usually say in front of Pidge and Hunk

“Yeah. Bounce your kid from house to house. You’re too late, Mum. I feel more for Miriam than I do for you”

That wasn’t true. That wasn’t true and Lance knew it. Part of Keith desperately wanted to reconnect with his mother. This was only serving to drive a wedge further between them

“Look, Keith. You know the life. I couldn’t raise you at the Blades. It wouldn’t have been safe for you there”

“So you wait until I’m nearly dead? Wait, no, it was Shiro who saved me. He’s my brother, and my family. Not you”

Lance groaned. Getting Keith and Krolia on the same page was going to be one hell of a fight

“I sent money to every single family you were at. I followed you until you decided you had to run away. I never stopped caring about you. Leaving you and your father broke my heart, but I couldn’t bring a war down on both of you”

See! Lance was right. Krolia did love Keith in her own way. She just really sucked at telling him and Keith wasn’t... Keith didn’t know how to hear her or see past the pain

“That wasn’t your call to make”

Awkward silence descended again. Lance kind of wished Pidge and Hunk weren’t there... nor Shiro and Curtis. If he could just get them talking then... it’d be a start. Keith said a lot in what he didn’t say, and right now he was screaming for someone to reach out and reassure him... but despite everything he was feeling, Lance knew that Krolia was the one he needed. Moving his sore arm, he rested his hand on Keith’s thigh to silently remind him he was there for him.

They all breathed a sigh of relief when Coran came in with a tray of tea. Setting each up in front of them, Keith glared at the liquid as if it’d offended him, Coran either oblivious or ignoring the atmosphere

“Lactose free for number two... Now let’s all sit enjoy a nice cup of tea as we talk. Krolia, perhaps you can tell us more about your companions? Don’t worry, Pidge and Hunk here both signed a non-disclosure, they’re practically family”

Pidge and Hunk now had an uncle to add to their weird little family. Coran knew all about them, and had always enjoyed hearing about them

“Perhaps we should save that for a more formal briefing. I am interested in my son’s progress here”

Coran’s voice filled with pride

“He’s excellent. Very diligent and task orientated. His skills may be wasted in a small city like Platt, but we are certainly happy to have him, and Shiro, naturally”

“I’m glad to hear that. Originally we sent him here to be safe, with a nice easy target. I wasn’t able to meet with him before he left. We didn’t expect the escalation of things quite so quickly, but being here means I’ll be able to spend more time with him, and Lance”

Keith snorted, Krolia picking up her cup of tea, looking over the rim

“Something funny?”

“This act you’re putting on for everyone. I’ve finally found a place I’m happy, and you walk in like you’re just going to be part of my life”

“Keith, you know...”

“No, mum. I don’t know. You’ve made it clear I’m a disappointment of a hunter... Sitting over there, laughing at the fact I couldn’t kill one vampire...”

Keith went to move Lance’s hand off his thigh, forgetting to be careful as he did. Hissing, Lance moved to move his right arm with his left, Keith’s whole face falling as he’d realised he’d hurt him

“I can’t do this”

Keith went to push back his chair, Lance on his feet before he could, clutching his arm against as him as he spoke

“Wait! Okay. Time out. Keith, I don’t know Krolia, but I can tell she does care. She just doesn’t know how to talk to you properly. Krolia, you keep antagonising him. Things like wanting to know how Keith is, is different from prying into his skills, or his work here. Keith, she’s your mum. I’ve barely met her and I can see so much of you in her. I know it’s hard to talk about what you need to with all of us here, but neither of you hate each other. There’s no need to set each other off because you can’t quite figure out how to start a conversation. Keith is mad at you, Krolia. You shouldn’t have pulled a prank like you did today, expecting he’d understand why or be okay with it. Babe, your mum’s a Blade member and as far as I can tell, they’re all a bit weird. I’m not exactly happy over what happened, but it did, and we don’t have a magical time machine to undo it. Before you ask, Pidge, time travel isn’t a real thing, I’m sorry to break your heart like that. Krolia, I’m serious about Keith. I care a lot about him, and deciding to date wasn’t easy for either of us. I’m the enemy. You guys are supposed to kill people like me and move on without a second thought. Now, my arm really fucking hurts and my ego is probably showing because I’m a bit too protective of Keith, but enough’s enough....”

Lance flushed as he realised he’d kind of let lose on both Krolia and Keith and probably embarrassed his boyfriend as well as hurt his feelings by acting like Keith couldn’t talk for himsel. Feeling like he had to explain even more and knowing he really needed to shut up, he finished rather lamely

“Ummm. Well, yeah. Basically, stop being mad at each other because you’re both angry little loafs that don’t know how to socialise”

Keith stared at him long enough to know he’d walked all over his boyfriend’s feelings. It took all of ten seconds for Keith to be pushing his chair back

“I’m sorry, Coran. I don’t think I’ll be very good company”

At least Keith paused long enough to apologise, before leaving the room... Not inviting Lance to go with him. Yeah. That wasn’t missed. Keith was getting so good at coming to him to talk, that Lance expected it

“I’ll talk to him. But Lance is right. Keith doesn’t know how to talk to you about anything that’s not work. You and I need to have a conversation, Krolia”

Oh damn. He didn’t want to be Krolia. A mad Shiro was a scary thing in its own way. As Shiro left to find Keith, Pidge leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as she did

“Damn. And I thought my family was dysfunctional. Is it like this all the time?”

Lance sighed, wriggling his chair closer to his gremlin for comfort

“Keith? Keith’s family? Or being here?”

Pidge huffed

“I’m not prying into Keith’s past until he wants to tell us. Look what happened last time someone’s dark secret came out? I found out one brother’s a werewolf and the others a vampire. Nope. No more prying there. I mean here in general. How do you guys get any work done?”

“Normally they do the work and I just stay in my room”

“So you’re a slacker?”

“I prefer to think of it as much loved relative visiting. But yeah. Kind of a slacker. All I can really do is support Keith and Shiro, around working from home”

Coran was staring at the conference room door, as if he thought Shiro and Keith would be back by now

“Lance does help us quite a lot. He’s always been a very charming and helpful person. Very smart too”

Pidge snorted

“Coran, are you sure you’ve got my brother? He can’t even work his phone properly”

“That’s because it has so much unnecessary stuff on it. Huuuunk, help me out. Please tell Pidge it’s okay to be technology illiterate”

“From what I hear, vampires don’t forget things. Sorry, bro. You’ve got no excuse”

Lance pouted, betrayed by his cinnamon roll and ridiculed by his anger muffin

“And here I was loving the pair of you. Coran, I take back all the nice things I said about them. Curtis, you and me. Us against the world?”

Curtis wore an expression so Shiro like that Shiro would have been proud

“Sorry, Lance. You are good friend and you’ve helped me immensely, despite my constant queries over your body and your heat. I’m happy to have met you, but yours isn’t the dick I want. You have Keith for that, though I do wish you’d accepted his physical help through your heats sooner. It would have made the changes you are going through quite a lot less painful. Though you two are quite loud mid coitus. I think I much prefer you two watching television than to think of you engaging anything sexual. No offence”

Lance choked on air. Curtis was the one who kept gifting him condoms and sex toys. He had a whole case of them waiting at home, never to be used without Keith. Pidge cackled

“Damn, dude. You got rejected without even aiming for it. For what it’s worth, Keith helped me understand that super senses aren’t that great when you can hear Matt having sex”

Lance groaned all the way to the depths of his soul

“Can we pleeeeeease stop talking about sex in front of Keith’s mother? Coran, help?”

“I guess we could discuss how hesitant you were to accept Keith as your boyfriend initially and that nasty...”

Lance was sure Coran was going to blab about the mercury incident

“Nope! No! You all suck! Everyone but Hunk is off my Christmas card list”

“Thanks, bro”

Lance couldn’t reach to fist bump Hunk, but he would have if he could have. The vampire was taking it slowly, Hunk not like Pidge and her weirdly easy acceptance. That’s why they’d played with Kosmo without talking all that much, trying to show Hunk he wasn’t any different than a human

“I’ve got you, fam. I’ll be sending one to Shay too. Oh, have you guys been to my house lately? I’m worried about the roses”

“If you’re that worried, you should just come back home already”

Lance couldn’t hide his surprise

“You want me back there?”

Okay. So they’d taken it well, but he was kind of like an inmate here. At the end of the night, they knew the big bad vampire was all tucked up safe and sound below ground. Plus, Pidge had gotten the scare of her life the last time they’d been at the house. His poor gremlin had had so much to process. She was still processing, despite how brave she was being. Plus, there was this whole “her parents knew” thing that needed to be worked out. What he needed was a double who could be there with Pidge and Hunk, helping them work things out, while he was also with Keith... who was currently mad at him. Super mad if Lance had to hazard a guess. He hoped Shiro would get through to his boyfriend...

“No. I just thought I’d mention it. Actually, I did think of burning it down, but you weren’t home”

Lance sighed. She would have done it... and Keith would have lost his boyfriend the same way he’d lost his father

“Pidge, I know you’re serious, but please don’t ever say that in front of Keith. His father died in a house fire and he’s still really hurt by it. Don’t like bring it up”

“Oh, fuck! Krolia, I am so sorry!”

Krolia sipped her tea, looking uncomfortable as she did. Two very long moments before Pidge “whispered” for support

“Laaaance...”

Pidge didn’t know how to “Krolia”. Lance didn’t either. He didn’t get a bad vibe from her... but... she’d held the gun knowing they didn’t know it was loaded with rubber bullets

“You didn’t know. Keith and I have talked more than you guys have talked, so i guess I have inside knowledge”

Pidge nodded, her voice definitely quieter than her normal perky tone

“I’m glad he didn’t hear me. He still likes us right? I mean, he was talking to us, so we’re still friends?”

“He missed you guys. Honestly, he’s the one who thought one day you might talk to me again... I just thought... we’d never be friends again. I get it. If this is all like too weird. You can walk away... I’m like... really fucking weird”

Friends like family... but his siblings hadn’t handled him well at all

“You’re also proof vampires exist... and I’m still getting used to it. Maybe no sleep overs just yet?”

Because they didn’t trust be alone near him. Ugh. That hurt worse than his shoulder. He was getting teary now. This own feelings of abandonment deciding to be stupid

“That’s fine. I do get it. As long as you guys are safe, that’s all I care about. I feel super rude, but I might head down to my room and nap off the pain. Will you guys be alright getting home?”

“Yeah. You’re totally rude, but you’re going to message us later so it’s fine. We did... we did miss you. I just... it’s still a lot”

“Pidgeon, I promise I get it. Hunk, sunshine of my life, I’ll be talking to you later. Uh... nice to meet you Krolia, and I’ll see you later Coran. Curtis... don’t think I won’t forget to forget you dumping me”

Lance felt less than adult like as he left the conference room. He was pulling a Keith, feeling too emotionally compromised so removing himself from the situation. He could tell himself he wasn’t like this, but that’d be lying. He was always like this, always destined to feel on the outside.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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Love After the Fact Chapter 18: Protostar

Protostar: A young star that is still gathering mass from its parent nebula

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Keith stares at the Galra ship. It’s Imperial, to be sure, with Emperor Zarkon’s sigil glowing on the side. But it’s not his armada ship, a massive, hulking behemoth that somehow has never known a planet. It’s a smaller vessel not even equipped with a komar laser, because everyone’s friends now. Or will be tomorrow.

Keith won’t be on that ship, anyway. He’ll be on a smaller one, just him and his littermate.

Thin, slender hands find his shoulders. “Keith?”

Keith turns, smiling at his mother. “Hi, Mom.”

Krolia’s face is agony as she brushes the longer, lavender fur framing his jaw. “This is not why I agreed to be the emperor’s advisor. Not so I could see my only kit stolen away from me.”

“I’m not being stolen away-”

“No, you’re being sold to an overbred king and his little whore of a son.”

“You didn’t seem to mind when it was Lotor, Allura, and Romelle. Romelle isn't even royalty. She was just a student of Alfor's!”

“Those were not my kits!” Krolia hisses, mother’s instinct running hot and fast. “You are! And still very much a kit, I might add!”

“You, Kolivan, and Shiro trained me. You know that if said little whore wants to touch me-”

“You will do nothing! You’ll bear down and do whatever he asks of you and you know it!” Krolia bares her teeth at him.

Keith swallows a chirp at her words. They're frightening. He glares at the red stone beneath his feet. He doesn’t know how to ease his mother. “I’ll do whatever it takes, not whatever he asks… How do you know he’s a little whore, anyway?”

“Rumor and conjecture from the Alteans has reached us. Alfor should be more careful about who he brings with him on his little trips. That 'Lord Lanval' went on at some length once I showed the slightest interest. He talked all about the escapades he’s been on with the prince. Not something any mother would want for her kit, no matter their age.”

“I’ll be okay. I promise. And if not, you’ll get what you want. The little whore, dead.” Keith embraces his mother. Krolia runs a hand through her son’s long, long hair, draws back to see how it frames his face.

“Altean males wear their hair shorter than this.”

“I’m a Galra. I wear my hair however I want. This is how I want it.”

“Because you find it pretty?”

“Is it not pretty?” Keith’s vanity is something only three people know of, one being his mother.

“It’s beautiful, kitten.” Keith ducks his head at the common endearment, hiding a tiny smile. Krolia turns him, works his hair into a braid, tying a knot into the end. “If they cut it, we’re calling it an act of war.”

She kisses the top of his head and Keith smiles. For much of his childhood, he’s missed his mother dearly. He’s aching inside knowing it’s his turn to tear them apart.

Krolia inhales sharply, hands finding Keith’s shoulders, squeezing them tightly. Keith's smile weakens as Shiro approaches. Shiro smiles back, gray eyes warm. “It’s time to go.”

“Now? I thought we were leaving later.”

“You and I are leaving now. Our ship moves more slowly than the imperial cruiser.”

“Right.” Keith takes a deep breath, throws his arms around his mother, rubbing their cheeks together, blending their scents.

Krolia gently rubs the base of one of his ears, whispering softly. “You’ll make a wonderful prince, kitten, and a magnificent king. Just you wait.”

“I’d like to be a better man than that, I think.”

Krolia pulls back first, probably because she knows it’s the one thing her kit doesn’t have the strength for. “Wouldn’t we all?” Her sharp gaze finds Shiro. “You take care of my kit and see him safe to Altea or so help me you will shovel elk shit until the day you die.”

“I believe you.”

Shiro puts an arm around Keith, guides him into their small ship. Keith's shaking, an anxious chirp passing his lips unbidden. As the ramp lifts closed, he turns back just in time to see his mother looking lost and alone. As the craft lifts off, hovering above the planet, Keith sits at the window and watches his home grow small. The Lone Sea glitters bright blue just off the pole, the Wood, the Red Waste, mountain ranges like teeth, savannahs, the Stone Forest all visible from space. His home, ever shrinking from view, the moons hovering just behind.

And then it's gone. His home is gone, hidden from view and Keith struggles to breathe. Around him, the hum of the ship stops, the violet lights fading to a dull glow.

“Shiro, what-”

“You’re my littermate.”

“Of course I am. How could I be anything else?” What is Shiro talking about?

“Come here. I want you to look at something.”

Keith gets up, comes to the pilot’s chair, gazes out at an infinite nothing dotted with stars. “I don’t really see anything. Just… nothing. It’s beautiful.”

It is. It makes him feel big and small at the same time. Like he could go anywhere, do anything, be anyone he wanted.

“Yeah. Being a soldier, I easily forget a lot how beautiful it can be. Use your third lens, there.” Shiro points, fingertip a mere spot from the glass. There's a bit of a haze, there. A blend of faint red and blue that shouldn't be there. Keith does as he’s told, engaging his third lens, the one that saturates color, lets him see what might otherwise not be seen. His kind once used them to send secret messages to one another, until the method was discovered by the Alteans.

In front of him, spreading as far as he can see, is a mass of blue and red gasses swirl like a vortex, stars living within, both being born and-

“Look.” Keith points, mouth agape, at a noticeably massive star. “That one. It’s dying. Why?”

“It grew too big in the nebula. It can’t sustain its size. The larger a star is, the faster it fades.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“The most hated truth of all: death is beautiful.”

“You’re clearly thinking along the same lines as my mother.”

“You’re a kit. It’s my instinct. You’re also my littermate and my friend. I only want the best for you.”

“I know.”

“This is your last chance, Keith. They will know by now that we have left. They are already trying to make contact... Say the word, and we will never reach Altea. I swear it.”

Keith has never been more scared in his life, as another chirp can attest. He put on a brave face for his mother, but the truth of it is that if he could, he’d fly through that nebula and into the cosmos on the other side. And he can. Shiro will take him in a tick, in a heartbeat, never leave his side as they run their entire lives. But he won’t.

He won’t flee, not because Emperor Zarkon gave him an order, but for all the little people that shrank into nothing as he left his homeworld. He won’t flee, because those people are but three fifths of the people he is saving.

Death may be beautiful, but so is life. Everything in its time.

“We continue on to Altea,” he whispers, another, tinier chirp following.

“As you wish,” Shiro murmurs, rubbing Keith’s ear. Keith purrs, smiles at his adoptive littermate.

“Shiro?”

“Hm?”

“Look after my mom for me?”

“I’ll look after all of Daibazaal for you, especially your mother. You look after Altea. Gods know we all need it.”

“Whatever I can do, I will do it.”

Shiro bows his head, restarts the engines. As the ship's core begins to warm again, Keith notices the closest star, off to the side of the frontal glass. It's a new star, not very young, but not yet finished growing either. Not burning hot blue, the warm red star twinkles as it gathers its strength, dreaming of the day when it can drift freely in the infinite void. Perhaps it will find a star to share orbit with, a solar system to preside over. The possibilities are endless.

#LoveAftertheFact #LAtF #klance #galtean au #galra keith #altean lance #adashi #altean adam #galra shiro #voltron legendary defender #vld

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Shiro whump baby that’s all I ever need (the team/ a specific person of your choosing helps him out) I particularly enjoy when he tries to sacrifice himself for his team please please please!

Sorry for the delay! Hope you don’t mind if I post this on Shiro’s birthday! @shiro-birthday-celebration

Fic: Assimilation

Relationships: Krolia & Shiro; can be seen as Sheith or Friendsheith.

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Shiro gritted his teeth as liquid fire raced up his left side. A low hiss escaped his lips as his chest, covered only by the thin material of his under suit, heaved a quick breath. Without his top armor, it shouldn’t be that hard, but the shoulder wound from the pirate’s blaster somehow pierced his armor and sunk directly into his flesh.

“You didn’t have to come,” Krolia tsked above him, keeping consistent pressure upon Shiro’s wound. “I requested Keith’s participation in this mission.”

“And as I said, Keith is across the universe on paladin duties.” Shiro grunted when Krolia added another ripped section of her jacket to the makeshift bandages. “Calling him back would have compromised his current mission. I was free, and I-I owe you.”

She shook her head. “You owe me nothing.”

“Ulaz freed me from Zarkon’s prison.” Shiro pushed up and back to resituate himself against the cell wall, despite Krolia’s huff of disapproval. “The Blades have been our closest allies since the start of our campaign, and you—you’re Keith’s family.”

“Hm.” Krolia lifted the bandages slightly to examine Shiro’s wound, but her stern expression gave nothing away. “I do not believe I’ve heard you speak of your family, Shiro.”

Shiro held in another hiss when Krolia pressed down again. “Keith and I spent a lot of time together once he came to the garrison. Movie nights, races through the desert, camping.”

“I asked about your family, Shiro.”

“And I just told you.”

He let his dry but genuine tone convey the truth for him. There was no heat, no need to remind Krolia that he had been close to Keith long before Keith even knew her name.

Krolia blinked, looking down at Shiro’s face to study him herself. After she came to some sort of conclusion, she nodded once and added yet another bandage to his shoulder. “I see.”

“There are others now,” he said in a strained whisper. “Mitch, Sanda, the Holts, the Paladins, of course. Coran. Lotor and his generals. Kolivan and you. It’s not just me and Keith against the universe anymore.”

“No, I suppose it’s not, though I would appreciate if you did not take a blast for me again, Shiro. I would have deflected it with my blade.”

“Perhaps, but you and Keith just found each other again.”

A smirk crept upon her face. “I could say the same for you as well.”

“Touché.”

They sat in silence for a few long moments with Shiro pointedly ignoring his shoulder. Krolia eventually broke it. “Kolivan wants a kit. I personally was against the idea until recently, but I think bringing more warriors into the Blade is…naturally. Necessary.”

Shiro blinked. “Keith’s almost twenty-three. Not, uh, to be presumptuous, but can you still bear kits?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of assimilation. It’s time we put tradition behind us, and family is bound by more than just blood.”

“Makes sense. But just for the Blade? Not for you and Kolivan?”

“I know someone who has already been welcomed into our circle of trust, someone who has been welcomed into our family for some time now and woven into our very fabric.”

Shiro blinked, his breath catching in his throat. He didn’t care to interpret, to hope, and then Krolia’s hand came up to cradle the side of his face. “Tell me, Shiro. How are you with blades?”

His voice was strangled by the tears. “Perficient. I’ve formed a tanto knife with the Black Bayard a few times in close quarter combat.”

Krolia leaned over to press her lips to his forehead, holding them there for a long moment like an unspoken promise. When she pulled away, her smile was nothing short of precious. “We’ll get you a longer one. Now, let’s get out of here, shall we?”

Shiro held his hand over the three bands on the outside of his thigh armor and closed his eyes, focusing on the inner most part of himself. It was there, nestled against his soul, that he found Black and through Black, the tie to his bayard.

In a flash of purple light, his bayard was in his hand.

His eyes snapped open to see Krolia’s astonished gaze. “You might want to wait by the door. Our captors will be here in a few.”

Sure enough, the space pirates opened the cell door a few moments later. From his spot on the floor opposite the door, Shiro waved weakly, showing off his glowing bayard. “Looking for this?”

One of the pirates narrowed his eyes and stalked forward. “How did you – ugh!”

Krolia pounced on him from behind while kicking the second captor. A few quick punches and well-placed kicks left them bleeding and unconscious on the floor. When Krolia turned toward Shiro, a blast of blue Altean magic zipped past her cheek and buried in a third captor’s chest. He fell out into the hallway.

Shiro’s bayard shifted into its resting form. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun.”

“Come on.” She crouched down to throw Shiro’s good arm around her neck and over her shoulder. “We need to get to the cockpit and take out the rest of the crew before we get to our destination.”

“Go ahead without me,” Shiro said, teeth clenched in pain. “I’ll just slow you down.”

“Not an option.” With one arm gripping his wrist and the other about his waist, she heaved him to his feet. “You’re coming with me, even if I have to carry you.”

Heat rushed to his cheeks. “Please don’t.”

Krolia still took the brunt of his weight as they wound through the tight hallways of the space cruiser and arrived at the cockpit. Krolia leaned him against the wall, and when they hit open the doors, he laid down suppressive fire as she took out of the rest of the crew. She then brought the hanger up on the screens, finding the precious cargo still in one piece – crates of medicine that had been stolen earlier from coalition forces. The pirates even kept the packages in a refrigerated unit.

“I guess we should hail the Atlas and see what Allura – ”

“Hailing idiotic space pirates who captured a Blade and a Paladin and thought they could get away with it.” Lance’s face appeared on the screen. “Hailing idiotic space pirates. It’s in your best interest to answer before the Red Paladin gets on the line, and if that happens, you might not survive. And no, I’m not kidding.”

Krolia opened the frequency. “We’re fine, Lance. Shiro and I handled the situation and subdued the pirates. You’re welcome to come aboard.”

“Oh, good.” Lance let out a loud breath and looked visibly relieved. “Seriously, though, you do not want to get between a Galran paladin and his pack. Geez – I think he even snapped at Hunk.”

Shiro couldn’t hold back cringe. “Thanks for helping to defuse the situation, Lance.”

“Yeah, no. Nothing can defuse Keith when he’s fused. You should know that better than anyone, Shiro.”

Yeah, Shiro could attest to that.

“Shiro! Mom!” a desperate cry echoed down the hallway, and then Keith rounded the bend, right into Krolia’s awaiting arms.

Shiro smiled and leaned back against the wall, sliding down and resting his injured arm. Blood must have drew a line down the wall, but Shiro wasn’t about to turn and see. Instead, he tipped his head back and let out a sigh, finally allowing his exhaustion to creep up on him. Krolia was here. Keith and the Paladins, too. Shiro could finally relax, so he did.

Shiro returned to reality feeling numb and groggy, eyes fluttering and head spinning. When he tried to move, something clenched harder about his hand, and he cringed through the pain to look down. A familiar black braid of ruffled hair rested upon the white sheets of a hospital bed, hand clenched about Shiro’s metal one. Keith, always there, always by his side. He was dressed in pajama bottoms and one of Shiro’s T-shirts, which was two sizes too big and hung off one of his shoulders. Keith was asleep now and acted on instinct, clutching Shiro’s hand when he shifted.

A dark shadow shifted just over Keith’s head, and Shiro’s eyes followed it to Kolivan, who rose from his perch in the corner to approach the foot of Shiro’s bed.

“How are you feeling?” he asked in a soft murmur.

“I’ve been worse.” And he meant it. With a rasped whisper, Shiro added, “You don’t have to stay here.”

Kolivan moved carefully behind Keith, coming closer to the edge of the bed and running his long claws through Shiro’s fringe. “I’m right where I need to be. We all are.”

Krolia and Thace entered the room with two full trays of coffee, drawing Shiro’s attention, and only then did he see Regris, Antok, and Ulaz. Antok was sharpening his knife, while Regris fiddled with a tablet. Ulaz was checking Shiro’s chart and making thoughtful noises in the back of his throat.

“Rest,” Kolivan suggested, his hand upon Shiro’s shoulder already becoming familiar. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

And they were.

The End

#shiro #onetrueblackpaladin #voltron #prompts #shirobirthdaycelebration20 #krolia #keith #fanfic #sheith #or #friendsheith #either works!

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Where Loyalty Lies

When shipments from a mining station suddenly stop, Lotor's generals look into the reason and get more questions than answers. At the same station several days earlier, the Blade of Marmora encounters a surprise when they try to take out the operation.

Chapter 5 (also available on AO3 under LovelyLessie!)

Keith looks up when he hears footsteps, and Dazvar comes around the corner of the hall, pushing a guard along in front of him with the point of his blade. “Keith,” he says, and demasks to reveal a crooked smirk on his face. “I see your prisoner is awake.”

“She’s not really a prisoner,” Keith says, frowning. “Izan, this is Dazvar.”

“Oh, we are asking the prisoners their names?” Dazvar says, surprised. “I have not asked mine.”

“Varok,” Izan says. “Blade, perhaps you would remove your weapon from my colleague’s back?”

“You see?” Dazvar says. “You give her my name and she still calls me Blade. No manners.”

Keith decides he doesn’t know enough about what counts as manners among either the Blades or the imperial Galra to comment on that, so instead he just says, “I think you can put your blade away, he’s not exactly struggling.”

Dazvar shrugs and sheathes his blade.

“Have you heard from the others?” Keith asks, as the new guard - Varok - slowly relaxes.

“Not yet,” Dazvar says. “You think we should call them?”

“Give them a few more minutes,” Keith says. “Uh - dobashes.”

Dazvar sighs and leans back against the wall, surveying them, as Izan approaches Varok. “Are you alright?” she asks.

“Fine, Izan,” he assures her. “Is Vrani safe?”

“Go see her yourself,” Izan tells him, jerking her head at the door of the control room. “It’ll keep her out of trouble.”

Varok nods and turns to the door. Keith hesitates, but steps aside to let him in. As it opens, he hears Vrani inside call, “Are we leaving now? How long do I gotta…” before the door slides closed again.

“You already told the kit we are taking her?” Dazvar says. “Kolivan will not like that.”

“Well, he’s going to have to get over it,” Keith snaps. “She’s a kid, she’s already scared. I’m not gonna drag her away from her home without telling her what’s going on!”

Dazvar’s eyes go wide. “I apologize--”

Keith sighs, rubs his eyes with the heel of one hand. “No, I’m sorry,” he mutters, looking away. “You’re right, he’s gonna be mad, but I can handle that.”

“Dazvar,” Kolivan’s voice says over the comm, as if the mention of his name has summoned his response. “What is your status?”

“I have retrieved the remaining guard,” Dazvar says. “I am with Keith now.”

“Good,” Kolivan says. “We are returning with the rest of the crew.”

“Do you need support?” Dazvar asks, and laughs. “Two men is not many to bring back six prisoners.”

There’s a long pause before Kolivan says, with a sigh, “That won’t be necessary.”

“If you say so,” Dazvar replies, shrugging. “We will see you soon.”

Keith exhales slowly, leaning back against the wall himself. If Kolivan and Therlok are bringing back the others alone, they must have agreed to come willingly. That’s something. He’d really rather if Vrani didn’t have to see any of her family restrained or unconscious.

“Keith tells us you have kept this kit a secret?” Dazvar says, looking over at Izan. “The empire does not know of her?”

“No one outside of this base has ever known she was alive,” she confirms.

“You have been here - what, then, six decaphoebs?” he says. “How old is the child?”

“Nearly six, yes,” Izan replies, folding her arms. “We’ve been stationed here for close to eight.”

“Ah, so her father must also be here, yes?” Dazvar says. “I do not think the Empire allows its soldiers to be visited casually by mates who are not fighters.”

“Are all Blades so inquisitive?” she says coolly. “You ask a lot of questions.”

“No,” Dazvar says with a wicked grin. “Our organization is based on knowledge, there are others who are much worse.”

Keith snorts. “Was that supposed to be some kind of interrogation? Here I thought you were just making friends.”

“Make no mistake,” Izan says, narrowing her eyes. “We will come with you if we must, but regardless of what Vrani thinks, we are not your friends.”

“What, should she not make friends with other kits?” Dazvar says.

“I’m not a kit!” Keith protests, annoyed.

“How many decaphoebs are you, again?” Dazvar asks.

“I’m eighteen,” he says, which is probably not quite accurate, but close enough to count for this. “And even if that’s not grown up for Galra--”

Izan laughs. “Kittens her age think anyone taller is grown up, just like kittens your age think they are themselves. That doesn’t make either true.”

Keith glowers at both of them as Dazvar laughs, but he’s saved the trouble of finding a response by the sound of footsteps approaching in the corridor. Around the corner come the unarmored technicians, and then the armored guards, followed a few steps behind by Therlok and Kolivan.

“Oh,” says Izan, her eyes narrowing as Kolivan approaches. “You’re the leader.”

“I am,” Kolivan agrees, reaching for the hilt of his blade. “Keith tells me you are willing to come quietly. Is this true?”

“Do not threaten me,” she snaps. “I have kept the planetside base at bay for decaphoebs, knowing my life would be the price should they discover my deception. I am not afraid of you.”

Keith almost laughs as he sees Kolivan take a step back. “Your spirit is admirable,” he says. “The empire has made a mistake wasting it at this operation.”

“I’ve had no reason to set my ambitions higher,” she replies. “Unless you’re going to give me one?”

Keith stares at her, openmouthed, and looks around at the others as Kolivan studies her with great intensity. The tension in the air is so thick Keith feels like he can hardly breathe. “Are you implying,” Kolivan says slowly, “that you wish to join us?”

“I wish to be with my daughter,” Izan says. “All other things are secondary. If you mean to take us all together, then yes, I will come quietly.”

“All of you?” Kolivan repeats. “Our craft is not designed for such numbers. The kit and her family may come, no more.”

Several of the mining crew start to protest, but Izan’s raised voice silences them. “Everyone at this base is her family,” she snarls. “If you intend to separate us--”

“It is already more than our craft was built for to bring three of you,” Kolivan snaps back. “No more can be evacuated from the site. Which of these is the girl’s sire?”

“Ah, I--” one of the technicians begins.

“Shut up, Martek,” Izan hisses.

“The base is equipped with shuttles,” another says. “Why can’t we be taken elsewhere with those?”

“I cannot have you follow us to the location of any of our bases,” Kolivan snaps. “Should any one of you decide their loyalty to the Empire outweighs that you have to this child--”

“That will never happen,” Izan says. “Threnn is our commander, she has aided me in the deception since Vrani was born! Everyone here would die before letting any harm come to that child--”

“The Blade of Marmora cannot afford to trust that on your word alone,” Kolivan says. “Keith, retrieve the child, and let us leave this place.”

“What if I fly the shuttle?” Keith says instead. “Then the crew doesn’t have to know where the base is.”

“Therlok,” Kolivan says.

“Sir,” Therlok replies, reaching for his blade.

“Do you remember,” Kolivan says, with a very heavy sigh, “that once I could give a command and receive no argument?”

Dazvar chuckles at that. Keith shoots him a dirty look. “Look, if I fly the shuttle, everyone can come,” he points out. “That way we can stop arguing and actually go.”

“Fine,” Kolivan says. “Dazvar, Therlok, escort the crew to their quarters to retrieve their belongings. Keith, you will take the kit with you to the shuttle.”

“Got it,” Keith says, nodding and opens the door to the control room to retrieve her.

#fic: where loyalty lies #vld #vldfic #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld keith #keith kogane #kolivan #vld kolivan #willwrites #belong to the sky verse

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metalotaku-da · 4 years

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Kolivance halloween 5

Shiro rushed to the door at the sound of the door bell. Normally such an unexpected sound would put the coven on high alert and combat, but not when he hoped it was Lance at his door. Lance had not been heard from in nearly a week. Not even Adam’s strongest locator spell was able to locate his pupil. He swung the door open without pause, slamming his prosthetic hand into the door frame right beside the startled face of Lance on the other side. The boy brought his shoulders up to his ears as he looked up at his teacher. The wide eyes fear on his students face was too much. He didn't even wait for whatever words Lance started to try to share. He lunged forward and pulled him into a tight embrace: one hand on his back the other on the back of his head holding on as tight as possible.

"Don't do that again ever. I was so scared for you. We all were." Shiro let out into his hair barely holding back his tears. "I'm so sorry I scared you like that. You didn't have to leave. Didn't want you to leave."

"Lance," three different voices echoed out one after the other as Keith, Curtis and Adam joined them in the doorway throwing their own arms around him.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"You stupid fucking idiot!" Keith dug his face into Lance's upper back, ignoring Shiro admonishment of language. "Adam couldn't even find you. What were you thinking?!" He dug his claws in slightly to Lance's sides.

"Please don't leave us like that again, Lance. We were so worried."

"Sorry, everyone. I…" Keith's growl cut him off. Lance tensed up again as all four of his coven turned their focus on his familiar just behind him.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Keith bared his teeth and claws at the demon, releasing his hold on Lance. Curtis followed suit. Shiro started to direct his magic at his hand to make a show of force also. Adam was the one who caught the look of panic on Lance's face first, Curtis was next from scent.

Adam reached out for Lance just as the boy took a step back, drawing Shiro's attention as he got out of his reach. "Lance…" Keith turned towards his bonded.

Lance shook his head hard as he continued to back up making himself smaller as he did so. "No, no, this was a bad idea.” He hugged himself tight. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. We'll go. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come back. I'm so sorry. I'm…"

"What?" Keith looked at Lance with his own panic. "No you're staying here where you belong! With us!" Keith lunged forward to grab lance.

"Keith wait…" Curtis let out too late.

Kolivan stepped up to Lance's back, while blocking both his retreat and Keith's attempt to grab hold of his bonded, placing his hands on his witch's shoulders and making eye contact with Keith. "He will do as he wishes. You will not be forcing him to anything he doesn't want to." Kolivan chose to ignore the young demon's growl at him, instead focusing on his bonded. "It is alright. We came unannounced," He whispered to his witch, though he knew the demons could hear his words.

"I can't. I can't do this, they'll…" Lance muttered out his words sinking in on himself more.

"You are letting your nerves take from you all the courage you have built this week, love." Kolivan kissed his witch's head on his hat. "The elation they bore at the sight of you was no trick of the nose or eye." He paused to allow his words to sink into bonded, keeping his magic wrapped tightly around the other. "If you or they feel overwhelmed by the unexpectedness of my presence, we can instead make arrangements to complete this task at a later date. When no one will be caught off guard." Kolivan carefully brushed his hands down Lance's sides, gently untangling them to hang lax at his sides. "Do not give up just yet over shock."

Keith was glaring still at the other demon, but his fierceness was tempered by the confusion twisting his brows. “Lance, you can’t leave us.” Keith pleaded.

“I don’t want to.” Lance sobbed, pressing into his demon more.

“Then we are all on the same page, Lance.” Adam spoke softly, waving his hand at the wrist towards Shiro, trying to get the man to turn off his arm’s defense mechanism.

“Just come inside, Lance. We can talk. We just want to talk.” Shiro said while taking deep breaths, willing his magic from his hand. “We can figure this out. Together.”

“I can’t.” Lance shook his head, eyes shut tight. He clutched at his demon’s hand. “Not with… I can't give up Kolivan. I Don't want to. Please, please don’t make me.”

In response Shiro’s hand began to flicker in and out. Keith carefully moved to his witch’s side, never turning his back on the pair on their stoop. The fire demon placed a steadying hand to his wind witch’s arm.

The sight brought another sob from Lance. “I’m sorry.” He went to turn and move around Kolivan to flee. The demon surprised him by blocking him with his arm.

“Not yet, love. Don’t give up yet.” Kolivan pulled his sobbing witch close, choosing to ignore the rising heckles on the one bonded pair in front of him. He then turned his attention on the four they came to see. “I apologize for my behavior upon our meeting. I should not have met your hostility with my own. Had it been during other circumstances, I would like to believe I would have been rational in my behavior, having recognized your fear. I acted poorly, and upon my own elevated emotion from bonding. That however is no excuse for my actions. And seeing how it is affecting my bonded’s pack, it brings me great pain.” Kolivan paused to meet the watery eyes of his witch staring up at him. He swept his hand gently across his mark on his witch. “Please, do not take our first meeting against your packmate. I wish to make amends so he may remain with his pack as long as both choose it. I will abide by any rules you’d place upon me, that keeps me at his side, so you may speak at ease. I will even submit to being sealed. But please do not allow Lance to walk away without speaking. Even if you are to go your separate ways, you all deserve closure.” With his last words Kolivan slowly kneeled before the others and lowered his head in submission. He however never took his hold off of Lance. The water witch wrapped his arms tightly around his demon’s neck. Pressing their cheeks together. Lance’s mouth was moving but no words slipped pass. But Kolivan felt the gratitude his witch felt clearly, even through the fear that hadn’t really ebbed.

The other four stared flabbergasted for a minute. Adam was the first to find his composure. He pushed up his glasses before turning to look at the tightly pressed lips on Shiro’s face. The powerful witch tried to contain his words. Keith was not being subtle in looking between his witch and the submitting demon. Since shiro wasn’t going to answer the question, Adam decided to take it up. “Agreed. However multiple seals. You had no issue bypassing Lance’s seal. And I wish to be the one to make them.”

“Are you out of your mind, Adam?!” Shiro whirled on him, ignoring his demon’s attempt to settle him.

“I will submit to your terms.” Kolivan interjected before it was lost in the coven’s bickering.

“Shiro, stop.” Curtis hissed at the witch. His eyes shifted towards Lance who was slowly sinking to the ground with his demon, embracing in consolation. Even if the stench of fear wasn’t pouring off their covenmate, the trembling gave it away to the humans. “Do you want to, Lance? Because if you do, please put up a fuss. We know how you feel. We understand, but through no fault of his own Lance does not. And his demon is holding out a hell of an olive branch for us. So unless we want to lose him, I suggest we take it.”

“But…”

“He’s terrified, Shiro.” Keith said quietly pulling on his bonded arm. “Lance, our packmate is terrified. Of us.”

“He agreed to be bound. I will make sure they are all sound seals. But if they leave, I don't think we will ever see him again, nor his family. We know he didn’t return home after leaving here. His demon is trying to help us fix this. Whatever happened.” Adam tried to reason with his coven-head and friend.

“This can’t just be about the fight. Lance and I fight all the time. He’s never been like this.”

“I don’t want to force anyone,” Lance spoke up not meeting the others gaze but facing them. “We can just go. I won’t bother you anymore. I’m sorry I’m still such a burden to you. I’m so sorry I wasn't grateful enough. I can’t ask more of any of you.” He turned back to his demon, “Please kolivan, we need to go now.” Lance spoke softly in Spanish.

Shiro looked shocked for a moment at the words of his pupil, before shifting to pain as he brought himself closer to the pair. “Hey, hey, none of that. You aren’t a burden to this coven, Lance. I don’t… what do you feel a need to be grateful for? Just come inside. Come back home and we can work this out.” He slowly lowered himself down to crouch at their level.

“Lance, we know your bond is new. That can make you feel very dependent on your demon, but we can chat just us while he stays out here can’t we?” Curtis asked coming up behind Shiro. Curtis and Shiro’s eyes widened as Lance clutched tightly to Kolivan’s hand and pressed more into his chest.

“I don’t want our bond severed. Please, we can just leave. We won’t be your problem anymore.” Lance pleaded shaking his head.

Keith stepped back at the words, like he’d been hit. His own pain being felt by his witch. “You think we’d forcefully severe your bond without your consent. Lance, you…” Keith’s words caught in his throat.

“Lance, we aren’t trying to trick you.” Shiro said softly, reaching out for his pupil. He carefully placed his hand on his knee with a quick glance to the larger demon. He let out a breathe to see his submitting posture had not changed. “None of us would do that to you. That kind of thing is very painful, and damaging to both your body and mind. Nothing would make me do that to you against your wishes. No matter how I feel about your familiar.”

“Lance, go to your room with your familiar while I work on the seals.” Adam spoke up his features firm but neutral in their expression. “I’ll call you down to the kitchen when we are ready. You can relax for a bit, or even pack up your things if you want incase you choose to leave after. But till then, go show off your room to your familiar like i know you were looking forward to before this fiasco. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Adam…” Keith cut in only to be silenced by Curtis with a gesture.

Shiro carefully stood and helped Lance up. He moved off to one side after Kolivan took to his feet once more, bowing his head at Adam and then Shiro. “Thank you for compromising with us, to facilitate this discussion.” He still held tight to Lance’s hand. The other still hunched in on himself carefully regarding his coven.

“Thank you for not fleeing with him at first request.” Curtis said to the demon before looking to his now diminutive packmate. He cocked his head towards the doorway and moved out of the path. Shiro and Keith turned the other way as Lance regarded each of his cove carefully before practically darting into the house and up the stairs, pulling Kolivan along by their joined hands.

#kolivance #voltron #Lance #kolivan #witches and demons

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rigb0ner · 5 years

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Okay, you guys asked for it! I hope you enjoy reading! :)

***

In order for Lance and Shiro to make it out alive from the Blade of Marmora trials, they have only two choices:

1. to fuck

2. to fight

However, Lance doesn't want to fight, and Shiro doesn't want to fuck.

***

a.k.a. an AU where Lance accompanies Shiro to the Blade of Marmora instead of Keith, and there is no "Knowledge or death" but a choice to "Fuck or fight".

***

Shiro's behavior has been rather... aggressive, especially towards Lance in the last few days. Neither of the two could conclude the reason why though. However, Lance had a few ideas. He knew he was annoying at times. The groans he often earned from his teammates where more than enough proof, but he was harmless. Lance was the Blue Paladin, the heart of Voltron. He was a huge asset to the team, not because he had the ability to easily lift their spirits with his silliness and contagious smile, but because he cared. He valued his teammates' concerns over his own. Yes, he was arrogant, but he was also, and mostly, considerate.

But, for some reason, he wasn't able to lift everyone's spirits. He liked to think that he had a specific bond with each of his teammates, even Keith. Aside from all the daily bickering over very ridiculous topics, there was mutual fondness and respect between them both. However, it was Shiro who gave him the darkest of glares and the most disgusted of sighs. It hurt, to think that someone whom he deeply admired since he first enlisted in the Garrison, would treat him so condescendingly. He was his hero, and it killed Lance to be scorned so often by him, for reasons unknown. But Lance wasn't an idiot. He knew when to stop himself from escalating situations from bad to worse.

And now, with no one else to be by Shiro's side, due to having their own tasks that were specifically correlated with their lions, Lance would stand by his leader. And he would be there for him, no matter how difficult the situation, to help him, and maybe, to prove himself to Shiro that he wasn't careless, and that he actually gave a shit. But he could tell by the look on Shiro's face that he was not at all excited to have him as his only choice. The Blue Paladin did well to resist the urge to scoff and cross his arms in irritation, and stood tall, prepared to begin for their mission.

***

Lance and Shiro had learned that the Blade of Marmora were a secretive rebel group fighting against the Galra Empire, and the only way they could form an alliance was to attempt several trials to become members to fight along side each other when it was time for battle. The two Paladins would endure intense battles in each of the several rooms, together. They would be stripped from their Paladin uniforms, and any bayard would be confiscated.

Lance knew bringing their personal weapons was forbidden, but he thought he'd bring his bayard just in case. However, like Shiro, he was given a new suit, as well as a new weapon. Lance's hand now tightened around the tang of his blade—an item that felt so foreign in his hand—feeling his palms sweating as his legs trembled. This was definitely not his usual weapon of choice. It didn't feel right. But the Blue Paladin watched Shiro in awe, standing in place as his leader suddenly let out a battle cry, then clashed his blade with their opponent's. He moved swiftly, dodged quickly, and stabbed mercilessly, leading them to the next chamber. Lance couldn't feel more useless. To his amazement, however, Shiro clearly knew what he was doing, taking down each opponent with the intention to succeed, with or without Lance. The Blue Paladin felt pathetic to say the least.

But as they continued to press onward from each room prior to the next, Lance had noticed that their opponents grew more numerous. Shiro, now bruised and bloody, slowly losing his strength and breath, was struggling to fight, as their opponents came at them in full force. Lance had to do something. He needed to help. But what could he, an inexperienced fighter, do to help his leader? It was obvious that he couldn't just stand there and watch. So, with a firm grip around his weapon, Lance breathed in shakily, suddenly bracing himself, then ran fast, and lunged forward—although clumsily—at their opponent with his blade, hearing Shiro immediately shout his name. Lance ignored him, or perhaps, he didn't hear. However, his weapon clashed with his opponent's, steel scraping against each other as their blades collided.

Despite Shiro's strength receding, he continued to slice and kick with all the might he had left, watching Lance from his peripheral vision as his opponent's limp body fell to the floor. His heart was racing with adrenaline as he heaved a heavy breath. But then the sound of a painful hiss caught Shiro's attention as his face turned completely towards Lance's direction. The sight of blood oozing from his partner's shoulder made him run fast, stabbing the opponents’ abdomens without hesitation. When he withdrew his blade he stared at Lance with the slightest bit of concern before scowling. "Why did you interfere?" he questioned breathlessly, although raising his voice.

Lance held his painful shoulder upright, not appreciating Shiro's tone and glare whatsoever. He inhaled a sharp breath and pumped up his chest defiantly, brows narrowing in irritation. "Stop treating me like I'm your bitch," he hissed, slightly surprising himself from the sudden outburst. "What kind of question is that? Did you just expect me to stand there and watch you get hurt? Whether you want me here or not, I want to help you! Why is that such a problem? You can't die on us!"

"Watch your tone," Shiro retorted, scowling at Lance's disobedience. "I can take care of myself!" he added. Lance scoffed, "Yeah. Of course you can." He dared to give Shiro the most annoyed look before breaking eye contact, walking towards the next chamber as the doors slid open.

So stubborn, they thought.

***

This next chamber they entered, Lance noticed, was smaller, unlike the previous ones. There was another thing his eyes caught sight of; a bed, in the middle of the empty room. It was the strangest thing he’d seen since they entered the Blade’s headquarters. The uneasiness in his stomach only grew when the sudden flash of a hologram appeared in front of them, revealing the face of Kolivan, the leader of the Blade of Marmora. He then spoke, "You have made it to the final trial, upon which you have succeeded on the previous challenges. But, for this last trial, however, you have two choices to make."

"What are they?" Lance questioned anxiously, not quite understanding the small curve forming on Kolivan's lips as he spoke.

"You two must choose to fight, or to bond," Kolivan explained.

"Wait," said the Blue Paladin, "what do you mean 'to bond'?"

Shiro's expression looked just as perplexed, and then there was a slight pause, before Kolivan elaborated. "You must join together to breed. If not, you must fight each other. There is no other option."

Lance gawked at Shiro in horror, beyond bewildered.

No.

No way.

No freaking way is this happening!

I don't want to fight, but I...

"Make a choice," Kolivan said, before the hologram subsequently disappeared. Lance couldn't help but quiver in fear, feeling unbelievably gawky as he stood subconsciously close next to Shiro, hearing the doors close from behind them. How ridiculous he'd felt.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

What do we do?

"Lance," Shiro spoke suddenly in a deep tone, earning the Blue Paladin's attention, who’d hesitated before responding nervously.

"Yeah, Shiro?"

Oh my god! Does he actually want to do this with me?

"Are you ready?"

Holy shit!

"U-um... actually, I... I've never done this before," Lance admitted bashfully, watching Shiro narrow his brows in response.

"What do you mean? Of course you have. Did you forget about all the battles we've been through? Or, perhaps, our training?" Shiro questioned.

The Blue Paladin's eyes widened, realizing they were clearly not on the same page. "Wait. Shiro... do you actually want to fight me?" he asked in an obviously frightened tone.

Shiro laughed. "Well, I'm certainly not going to fuck you."

Lance couldn't ignore the unsettling feeling in his chest as his leader said those anxiety-inducing words. "But, I... I don't want to fight!" he exclaimed, watching Shiro draw out his blade.

"What are you suggesting?" his leader questioned in a warning tone, watching him squirm in place. The Blue Paladin was clearly contemplating on what to say, but he couldn't form any words.

Don't say it, you idiot!

He doesn't want to hear it!

Shiro cocked a brow, feeling impatient as his weapon was now pointing directly towards the Blue Paladin. "Well?"

"Please, Shiro," Lance begged, arms surrendering over his chest as the tip of the blade brushed against his palm. "Don't. I don't want to fight."

Backing away slowly from his leader, his hand tightening around the tang of his own blade, completely unwilling to use it against Shiro. He couldn't. Not when he was aware of his leader's capability to take him down so easily. He could certainly try, though, but he thought it was pointless. Shiro scoffed, but oddly wore a small smirk on his face. His unusual behavior was all too concerning for the Blue Paladin. "Come on, Lance," he began. "Let's put your training to the test."

But Lance looked troubled, pedaling back once again as Shiro slowly stepped forward. "I'm not going to fight you, Shiro," he stated. "I won't!"

The smirk on his leader's face suddenly faltered, staring at the boy's frightened but immune expression, which was pleading him to reconsider. Lance clearly wasn't going to quit, and it only pissed Shiro off. But Lance stayed still, watching the older Paladin come closer, slowly lowering his outstretched hand in front of him. However, the young Paladin couldn't exactly pinpoint the intention behind his leader's fervent stare. Whatever it was, though, Lance couldn't help but feel excited, and cautious, as Shiro walked into his personal space, hand tightening around the weapon next to his thigh. Then, Lance felt a hand cup his chin — Shiro's dark gray eyes never leaving his blue ones. "You're not a cadet anymore, Lance. You're a Paladin of Voltron, a defender of the universe. And as such, it is your job to protect the innocent," his leader explained, leaning in close to the boy's face. "Isn't that right? Don't you want to protect the ones you love?"

Lance simply nodded, feeling desperate and confused, although entranced by Shiro's thumb caressing his lips, which trembled slightly from the contact. "For someone with so much potential, your carelessness overwhelms it all. I just can't seem to get any peace and quiet with you around." The Black Paladin sighed subsequently, but in an eerily relieved kind of way that Lance didn't understand.

"You don't mean that," the younger Paladin retorted, voice shaking. "I know that I can be irritating at times, but Shiro, I'm more than that! You know that it's..."

"That's enough already!" Shiro interrupted, suddenly shoving Lance away, causing him to trip on his feet and fall on his back.

***

WIP #2: Sharpshooter

Lance experiences his very first blowjob with the Captain of the IGF-Atlas—Takashi Shirogane—also known as his longtime hero and crush ever since he enlisted in the Galaxy Garrison.

***

“Good morning, Cadet.”

Lance furrowed his brows in confusion, turning his head to see—Commander Iverson, and, oh, some things just never change.

“Good morning, Sir,” he cleared his throat, “but, with all due respect, it’s Lieutenant, now.”

Commander Iverson chuckled. “Indeed. How you’ve grown.”

Lance nodded. “Yes. I’d say so.”

A sudden tension filled the air.

”Sir?”

“I... um, I believe I owe you an apology.”

Lance pretended not to understand. After all, he’d hoped this moment would come. He knew that he’d prove himself eventually.

“What for, Sir?”

”For not seeing your greatness within.”

Now, that—that wasn’t what Lance was expecting to hear. Those exact words... he’d heard them before, but not like this. It was strange, to say the least. But nevertheless, it flattered him. And yet, he didn’t care. Commander Iverson never cared, and Lance was sure those words were meaningless.

But... it’s all in the past, now. Lance knew that he couldn’t please everybody. Although, having other people’s respect, especially from those who doubted him, was, admittedly, very satisfying. That was all he ever wanted—besides flying.

Lance broke the silence. “It’s fine, Sir. I know that my behavior in the past wasn’t the best, but, as you can see, I am pretty great now.“

Commander Iverson cleared his throat. “You are. Thank you for your service, Lance.”

The Lieutenant offered a smiled in response. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity.”

Despite your lack of faith.

“Anyway, what are my duties for today, Commander?”

”Oh, well, perhaps you can start by checking inventory.”

”Okay.”

“Actually, before you do that, Lieutenant McClain...”

“Yes?”

“Captain Shirogane wants to see you.”

***

He was stalling himself...

Lance wasn’t really sure why, but all he knew was that he was actually nervous to see his Captain. In fact, he was taking all the precious time in the world, with the intent of distracting himself by whatever means necessary.

And, truth be told, he felt absolutely ridiculous.

The Lieutenant hadn’t realized how tight his grip around the clipboard was. He was clutching it for dear life, but why?

Lance wandered around the building, uncertain of where he was going, passing by instructors and other commanding officers—until, he reached an empty corridor. It was slightly dim, and quiet. Good. He needed a moment to himself.

The Lieutenant sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. His mind was suddenly flooding with dreadful thoughts:

Why am I hiding? We’ve been dating for a few weeks now! But...

“God,” he muttered under his breath, resting his head back against the wall, “I’m so pathetic.”

And that’s when he realized, it had been a while since they’ve communicated, which was understandable, considering the fact that they’ve both been very busy with their own individual assignments. Lance missed him, of course. Lance rarely got to see the Captain during the day.

They didn’t always get to see each other everyday, but sometimes they were given the chance to share a few minutes of conversation with each other—mostly during lunch, and meetings, however.

But now, Shiro had asked to see Lance personally. And, despite what people may think of him, Lance wasn’t such a fool as certain people claimed. He’d noticed the expression on Shiro’s face the last few times they’ve interacted, and it sent shivers down his spine. Although, his Captain was very clever at covering it up with that polite and handsome smile. It was the look of lust. That was definitely the look Shiro giving him. Lance knew it because he’d been staring at him the same way.

Granted, again, they’ve only been dating for a few weeks, and their busy schedules gave them less time to communicate and spend time together, even when they were both free. But make no mistake, there was clearly tension between the two of them whenever they were in the same room, and Lance liked it, but he also feared it because of how powerful Shiro’s presence was whenever he entered the room. Everybody would stand immediately in respect, whether Shiro expected it or not. And Lance wasn’t surprised, but he didn’t know what to think. He loved his Captain’s intimating side, but at the same time, he feared it.

***

And... that’s all I’ve got, if it weren’t for my damn writer’s block!!! :’(

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed reading the progress of these fics because I honestly enjoyed writing them. I would have loved to finish them but I just can’t anymore... it sucks, I know, but that’s how it is! I love you all <333

#anonymous #asks #shance #wips

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smolstrawberrychara · 5 years

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October Klance Prompts - 13/10 - Scary Movie

Never underestimate my power to turn an ordinary prompt into fluff

Scary Movie - horror actor Lance rushes home when his baby girl is ill ♥️

“Cut!”

Lance did not miss the way his co-star groaned at the call, rolling her eyes as she slumped off to get some water. Nyma always was a bit of a diva. But this time Lance agreed, throwing his head to the ceiling and stamping his foot.

“Lance!” The director jogged over form his chair as tech milled around trying to re-put together the set. “What’s going on?”

“Argh Coran, I’m sorry, let’s just go again.” And before he could answer Lance already took position forcing his shoulders loose. This was an important scene. Killer clown facing off with the heroine for the last time. And Lance kept messing it up.

But instead of calling ‘action’, Coran moved again, sidling up to Lance and placing a firm hand to his back. “Is something going on?”

Lance sighed. “It’s nothing.”

It wasn’t nothing. Lance just needed to get this scene over and done with as quickly as possible and was frustrated that he couldn’t get any of his lines right, let alone not trip over the set. Killer clowns did not trip.

Coran didn’t move. Instead he smoothed his hand over Lance’s back until he reached his shoulder and gave a tight squeeze.

“You’re my top actor. You’re never off form. So when you struggle like this, don’t think that I can’t see you! Now tell me, what’s wrong?”

Lance sighed again. A longer one this time that seemed to deflate his body as he rolled his head forward.

“Keith called during the break. Sammie’s ill and he’s been called into work early so I’ve gotta go home and look after her which would have been fine but then I keep messing up this scene and it’s taking too long and Keith’s gotta go in like 10 minutes!”

What had started off as a simple simple statement had rocketed into stress and Lance was left huffing up at the clock. He was supposed to be home by now.

“Ahh,” Coran noised almost in a hum, voice a smooth calmness he never seemed to lose. It was something that made him such a great director to work with. “So your daughters ill.”

Lance nodded. The image of his poor girl curled up on the sofa with a small frown on her face instead of reaping havoc like usual made his stomach hurt.

“How old is she?”

“Three next month.” Lance said easily. He could still remember the day the foster home called him to tell them the news they’d be getting a daughter. Lance had been nervous at the prospect of a baby, an older kid might have meant less broken nights. But when he held Sammie in his arms for the first time, he couldn’t bare the thought of putting her down - even Keith struggled to get a cuddle in that first day. And now she was old enough to go to nursery. And couldn’t leave her daddy Keith alone. Lance wasn’t jealous. But it was definitely because of the hair. Papa Lance didn’t have long hair and Sammie had a penchant for plaiting - a skill Lance taught her by the way!

“You should go.”

Lance stopped his thoughts. He blinked at Coran, but the man just slapped him on the back again, hard enough to make Lance stumble.

“You should go.” He repeated, before taking on a wistful glow “I remember when my niece was that age. Couldn’t bear to part with her, much to the annoyance of her father. So I understand. There’s more to life than the workplace. Go be with your daughter, we’ll reshoot tomorrow. Sound good?”

Lance couldn’t believe his luck.

“Sounds great! Thank you so much Coran!”

The man simply smiled as Lance bounded off, rushing about the set to grab his things.

“Let me know how young Sammie’s doing!” Coran called, still in place.

“I will!” Lance yelled back over his shoulder, already out the door. If he hit all green lights he could be home in fifteen minutes. Keith would only be a few minutes late to work and Sammie could be sipping Lance’s classic homemade from the tin soup in no time!

As soon as he parked the car, Lance ran up the steps to the house, scrambling with his keys in his haste to burst through. “I’m home!” He called, slamming the door behind him and angling his head up the stairs.

“Hey- OH MY GOD!”

Keith had rounded the corner from the kitchen, when he came to an abrupt halt, throwing his hands into the air and taking on the face of a startled rabbit. His phone clattered to the floor as his body froze, eyes wider than dinner plates.

“What?” Lance yelped, whipping around to check there wasn’t a knife-wielding ghost behind him. Keith never got scared. Which meant mortal danger was imminent.

“What’s going on!? Are we okay!?”

Lance had expected Keith to switch into police mode then. Make a bunch of commands and kick ass. But instead, the man gave a sigh of relief slumping against the wall.

“Oh thank god.” Keith breathed, hand clutched to his chest. Lance gave him a curious look.

From further inside, there was a ringing voice, curious too. “Daddy?”

Sammie waddled out the kitchen, frowning at her dad. Then she noticed the phone and lost interest, crouching down to grab it. Sammie liked phones. She also liked sugary sweets. And her permanent sticky fingers were like cyanide to the screen. Keith immediately sprang back up in alarm. Lance was about to laugh but his worry was aimed right at Lance.

“You’re still in costume.” He hissed.

Lance was thrown. He looked down at his wrists to find mucky lace cuffs flouncing around his hands. Striking red polka dot sleeves led on from them, covered in rips and splatters of something darker. With an air of apprehension, Lance reached up to wipe his cheek. It was damp. And when he brought his hand back down, thick white paint covered his fingers.

“Oh crap!” Lance announced suddenly, “sorry Sammie!”

And then he bolted for the bathroom.

Lance scrubbed hard at his face with a flannel, bringing away layer upon layer of paint. The make-up team always did a thorough job, and despite having a mini heart attack every time he looked in the mirror at work Lance found the never-failing standard impressive. The large blue circles around his eyes never faltered and the dripping black triangles down his cheeks were always in the exact same spot. Now they were grey swirls as Lance desperately tried to remove it with soap and cold water. He’d spilt he last of his make-up remover down the sink in his haste and now mumbled angrily to himself as he rubbed his skin raw. Water dropped from his chin and he had to tie the clown suit around his waste like overalls to stop it getting ruined. God, how did he manage the drive over here without causing mass hysteria!? No wonder so many people had let him go at the turnings. He was a living nightmare.

There was a knock at the door. “Can I come in?” Keith called, a little thud indicating he’d let his head fall against the door sympathetically.

“Is Sammie with you?”

“No. I gave her some medicine and put her to bed.”

“Okay then.”

The door creaked open and Keith snuck in, smiling through the mirror.

“You could have told me you were busy. I would have phoned somebody else.”

Lance shrugged, throwing the cloth under the tap again. “Thought I’d finish earlier.”

He slapped the thing against his cheek, swiping at the white marks. Keith tutted, moving around to grab the flannel.

“Can I?”

“If you want.”

Keith nodded to the bath and Lance sighed, flopping onto the side of it. Keith reapplied the soap, folding the towel into fours and putting it under warm water. Then he kneeled down, reaching up to gently slide the cloth down Lance’s cheek.

“Better?”

“Better,” Lance breathed, letting his eyes slip shut. Keith’s touch was a lot nicer than the cheese grater Lance was treating his face with before. It was kind of like being in a spa. Or the early days of their relationship when Lance got ill and Keith would gently dab his forehead with a wet cloth, snuggling in close despite the risk of catching a cold. Lance relaxed into the bath, slowly leaning into Keith’s touch and humming to himself.

“Don’t you need to go to work?”

“Shiro’s covering.” Keith said easily. “Said I’ve got a killer clown to deal with.”

Lance snorted. “Maybe a clown sure.”

“You’re not a clown.”

“Think I am.” Lance said with a sigh. Keith moved the cloth away and Lance let his eyes fall open. “I ran all the way here without even thinking about changing. We have a two year old!? I could have killed her with the fright!”

Keith laughed softly. “I don’t think she saw.”

“She better not have.”

It was quiet a moment, just the buzz of the extractor fan above them.

“But why did you run?” Keith asked finally, placing the cloth on his knees. “I could have called someone else to babysit. Hell, I could have just told Captain Kolivan I couldn’t come in.”

“But I wanted to,” Lance said, feeling the words right down to his chest. “When you said Sammie was ill I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even if you didn’t have work I’d still have wanted to be here. I was a mess on set. I kept tripping on the door I was breaking down and messing up my lines! It was so embarrassing! I don’t even know why! You were here! You had it under control! Me, on the other hand, I rush around looking like bloody murder!”

Lance huffed at the end of his speech. Keith had his head ducked, hiding small hiccups of laughter to himself. Lance would be mad if it wasn’t so infectious.

“I’m a mess.” Lance said eventually. Keith shook his head.

“You just care. And that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

The man got to his feet, dumping the flannel in the sink and settling next to Lance on the tub.

“It’ll get easier.” He said, knocking their shoulders together, “but Sammie’s still so young. And we’re still so new to this. We’re gonna make mistakes. But I think it’s okay when they’re because we care.”

Lance hummed. Then he leaned down to rest his head on Keith’s shoulder. He always did have a knack of saying the right thing when he needed to. And it made Lance’s tummy warm.

“How is she?”

“Good. Says her stomach still hurts, but no vomiting since lunchtime.”

“Lovely.”

They sat quietly a moment.

“You wanna go watch the first killer clown film and fall asleep on the sofa?” Keith asked.

“It’s only my favourite lullaby.”

Keith laughed softly, squeezing Lance into his side before leaving to get the film ready. Lance splashed his face with water. He did feel like a mess. But somehow, Keith made him feel like it was okay.

A few hours later, Lance woke up with a warm weight on his chest. The couple had fallen asleep tangled up on the sofa - Lance against the cushions, Keith against Lance. Two mugs lay abandoned on the floor, corner of the blanket trailing in one and the remote lying face down on top of the other. The TV still glowed in the background. Lance clutched Keith close and tried to manoeuvre around to grab the remote. Keith gave a pathetic noise of protest.

“Just switching off the TV.” Lance whispered, ducking down to kiss his head before he froze. In front of the rolling credits was a shape blocking out the little white letters leaving the screen.

“Papa?”

Sammie turned around where she sat directly in front of the TV, tiny fist rubbing her eye. Lance’s stomach fell through the floor.

“Yes honey?” He asked, voice becoming high in his apprehension.

“I really liked that film.”

Lance had more problems on his hand than he thought.

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What are some WIPs you’re all looking forward to updates for?

In addition to the in-progress ones from this list we did previously (some are completed now, but still good!), here’s some new ones we look forward to:

Alex:

A Friend Indeed - CGotAnAccount @illunelurks

ongoing, 4/? chapters, 9k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content. Background ships: friends with benefits Matt/Keith

There are a few things Matthew Holt has learned over the past few years of being launched into space, kidnapped, thrust into an intergalactic war, and hailed as a hero of the universe.

Firstly, space is as huge and beautiful as he always knew it was – just twice as terrifying as he could ever have imagined.

Second, his little sister is in fact the smartest human that will ever exist and nothing will ever convince him otherwise.

And lastly, Shiro and Keith will never, ever get their shit together.

Beam me up, Hottie - lasersheith @lasersheith

ongoing, 7/? chapters, 34k. (Teen)

Shiro’s life is kind of a mess. His job sucks and his best friends are moving across the country back to their hometown. All he really has is Star Trek until the Big Bang pairs him with an artist that just might change everything.

“Do you remember that event I told you about?” His voice came out barely above a whisper.

Laughing again, Matt sat his sandwich down. “You mean your totally-not-porn writing competition?”

Shiro groaned. “It’s not porn,” he hissed out quietly, “and it’s not a competition, it’s just an event.” He said, looking up into Matt’s judgmental eyes. “Look, you own 6 replica anime swords. It’s literally illegal for you to judge me for anything, ” he pointed an accusing finger at Matt’s chest.

Matt held up his hands in mock surrender. “Ok, ok. So what about your event thing?”

Shiro looked back down at his phone with an awed smile. “I got paired with my favorite artist…” He answered wistfully.

don’t call me baby (unless you mean it) - akaiiko @akaiikowrites

ongoing, 3/? chapters, 36k. (Explicit) Contains: PTSD

Getting with Shiro is worth anything. Anything. So Keith is going to fake being the cliche with daddy issues - complete with stuffed animals, booty shorts, and an utter loss of dignity - until he makes it. Hopefully along the way he’ll figure out why it feels like being Shiro’s baby boy might just be the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Keith has a moment where he wonders, somewhat blankly, how he bought this perfectly serviceable shirt and then promptly forgot its existence. Then he looks down. And remembers in a series of post traumatic flashbacks exactly why he’d blocked the shirt from his consciousness.

Namely, three words, in a font that isn’t comic sans but comes insultingly close to it, garnished with red glitter: Daddy’s Little Boy.

“Keith?” Very slowly, he turns to look at the closed door to his bedroom. “Keith, are you okay? I heard…” Probably some kind of vaguely strangled noise. But Shiro’s too nice to articulate that kind of thing. “Keith? If you don’t answer, I’m coming in.”

For All the Stars in the Sky - allyoop_1 @isabelladeltigre, Wolfy_P_Smith

ongoing, 4/? chapters, 34k. (Mature)

“They’re good kids.”

They both take a moment to look over at said kids. Pidge has her elbows on the table, butt in the air as she finger smashes on her DS and Matt is picking at a tear in the booth and eating what comes out.

“Well,” Keith says, turning back to Lance. “They’re…kids. Probably human.”

Matt licks at the tear in the seam and Lance grins. “Debatable.”

Or: Keith has two jobs, two kids, and a million problems. Shiro’s not the solution to all of them, but he sure does help.

Make Believe - LittleWhiteTie @littlewhitetie

ongoing, 5/7 chapters, 18k. (Teen) Contains: PTSD

In which, in order to form an alliance, Keith and Shiro need to fake a relationship and endure a series of related trials.

This was a terrible idea. An excruciating, tantalizing car crash of an idea. Keith should never have agreed to this. It was everything he’d ever wanted and more. He was never going to be able to come back from this.

Careful metal fingertips traced his jaw, tipping his face up to meet gentle, storm grey eyes. He was close, so close. “Everything okay?” Shiro asked, quietly.

“Of course,” Keith said. “Everything is fine.”

It was a bald-faced lie; everything was not fine. It was wonderful and devastating and nowhere in between.

my doorbell, when you gonna ring it? - spectrespecs @exitlude

ongoing, 2/3 chapters, 35k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content

Shiro, a chronic apartment renter, feels like it’s time for him to settle down and buy a house. He thinks so, at least. Keith, one of the finest real estate agents in the city, is the one tasked with finding Shiro a home. They both find a little more than intended.

a slow, dumb show - redluxite (wordstruck)

ongoing, 6/8 chapters, 19k. (Teen)

Shiro shrugs. “No.” His lips quirk in a little half-smile. “Are you going to ask me?”

Keith’s mouth curls, just a little. His eyes flick over to Shiro again.

“Why not?”

Shiro comically stumbles to a halt. “Sorry?”

There’s that amusement tucked in the corner of Keith’s mouth again, as he reaches out a hand to steady the pizzas in Shiro’s arms. They’re quite close together now.

“Do you want to go out with me?”

All Eyes On Us - Green_Destiny @green-destiny

ongoing, 4/? chapters, 32k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content

K_Red and BlackLion are camboys for the same website. Unrivaled in their power but rivals to each other, a chance meeting at an official event pulls them inevitably towards each other, as much as Keith would like to resist, gravity is always, always stronger.

the peace-weaver - magisterpavus

ongoing, 18/20 chapters, 203k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content, trans Keith, sexual violence

You will be the peace-weaver, his mother told him, smiling though her dark eyes welled with unshed grief. The one who brings two bitter enemies together and ends the bloodshed and death between us, once and for all.

But men will always crave war. The Galra, most of all.

Akira:

every breath you take - arahir @arahir

ongoing, 5/7 chapters, 32k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content

Keith takes a swim, gains a secret admirer, and finds something to live for.

There’s a cut on his bottom lip, a row of tiny lacerations that smart when he pulls at them to get a better look.

He doesn’t notice the bruise on his upper arm until the next day. He catches the edge of it at the corner of his eye when he’s pulling on a fresh shirt: blue lines, like stripes, but when he turns and twists to see how they ring his arm, he realizes what they look like.

The lines are like fingers. It’s a handprint.

sweet sun, send me the moon - arahir @arahir

ongoing, 2/? chapters, 8k. (General) Contains: graphic depictions of violence, temporary amnesia

Shiro still has one battle left to fight.

Keith’s body in his arms doesn’t twitch and his eyes don’t flicker. They’re open a little, Shiro realizes; dull, sightless slits of white. Not dead, though. He’s not dead. Damaged, yes, but they can fix this.

Kel:

The Alien at Camp Marmora - flukeloops

ongoing, 6/10 chapters, 19k. (Mature)

Shiro and Keith are back at Camp Arus and madly in love. Alfor has to take a week off to tend to personal matters and has left his friend Kolivan in charge. Kolivan presents the staff and campers with Camp Marmora: a grueling 5-day challenge that tests their bodies and maybe even their minds. Will Shiro and Keith’s fairy tale romance stand through it all? What will the challenge reveal about both of them?On top of it all, the longer Shiro stays in human form, the worse his legs hurt. He’s afraid that he and Keith’s worlds will drift too far apart if he has to live in the water.[SEQUEL to The Mermaid of Lake Altea]

Sweet Cherry Pie - keiti221 @starlightshirogane

ongoing, 8/? chapters, 18k. (Mature) Contains: nsfw content, abuse, stalking, implied/referenced rape/non-con, kidnapping, murder, threats of violence, threats of rape/non-con, death threats

After Keith shows up to perform at an event that didn’t actually want a male stripper, he spends the evening sipping wine coolers with the hottest detective he’s ever gotten his hands on. Unfortunately, neither of them have been particularly good at relationships - Shiro is always busy with work and Keith keeps attracting weirdos - but both want to make this one work. So what could possibly go wrong?

Shiro the Hero and the Happily Ever - Saasan @decidedlysarah

ongoing, 2/11 chapters, 8k. (Mature) Contains: nsfw content, a/b/o dynamics, mpreg

Shiro never thought he’d be able to find a mate, let alone have a family. As blessings keep piling up in his life, he thinks back on the road it took to get there. Keith had always feared mating, but being with Shiro is bliss–if only he’d be just a *little* less weepy-with-joy. Meanwhile, Lance and Pidge discover they will be having a family much sooner than expected. This story will follow the four of them on their path to parenthood and, because the author isn’t a dick (unlike DreamWorks), everyone gets a happily ever after.

See You In Court - arcadenemesis

ongoing, 2/5 chapters, 15k. (Mature)

If Shiro’s life were a movie, this would be the part where the music would swell and everything would slow down.

He’s not sure how long he stands there, just watching, but it’s not until another hotel patron brushes past him that Shiro comes back down to Earth. Thank God Keith hasn’t seen him yet. Meeting eyes from across the room seems romantic in theory, but Shiro’s pretty sure his open staring would be anything but in reality. Better going for a smooth introduction, he decides, steeling himself and walking over with confidence he doesn’t feel.

"Hey there, Wild Card.”

Takashi Shirogane is the best in the world at tennis, and the absolute worst at love.

(Or, Wild Card through Shiro’s eyes.)

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