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Keith was resigned.
It wasn’t a bad thing but it was becoming an increasingly inconvenient thing. Keith kind of liked it- he’d never had a crush on someone like this before and it felt like the first normal, age appropriate milestone he had had. However, he knew it was something he had to get rid of. It was way too distracting, and he had to focus.
Focus, Keith.
He breathed out slowly through his nose and tried to ignore the devastating way that Lance was taking out training droids. He did not watch the way Lance’s shirt rippled over his stomach as he raised his rifle, did not follow the trace of Lance’s tongue as he licked sweat off his upper lip, and absolutely did not feel his stomach swoop as Lance dropped seven droids in a matter of moments.
“...and then that should be it. What do you think, Keith?” Shiro asked, turning to Keith from where he had been talking to him for the last couple minutes. “Sound like a plan?”
Keith startled and tried to remember what Shiro had been saying.
“Uh, well…” Keith licked his lips to try to bring some moisture into his dry mouth. “Yes?”
Shiro’s face dropped. “You weren’t listening at all.”
“Unfortunately.” Keith said with an apologetic grimace.
Shiro sighed. “Whatever. I just wanted your input on some of the hand to hand combat drills I have planned but if you're too busy..”
Shiro’s tone was one Keith knew all too well. It was dry as an aged white wine.
Keith rolled his eyes.
“As if you really need my input.”
Shiro nodded amicably. “True. I don’t need it.” He chuckled as Keith frowned, then continued.”But I do want it. You have a natural ability for hand to hand and can often see something where I can’t. Speaking of which..”
Shiro leaned in conspiratorially, a twinkle of knowing that Keith disliked in his eye. “What were you staring at?”
Keith sputtered and felt his face go red. His eyes slid away from Shiro’s just to land back on Lance, where he was smiling a goofy, triumphant grin and prancing in front of Pidge and Hunk.
“No one!” Keith said, too quick. Shiro was smarter than that, and Keith wanted to slap his palm over his face as soon as the words left his mouth.
“I didn’t ask whooo.” Shiro sang teasingly.
“Please drop it, Shiro.” Keith was just going to look at the ceiling. He swallowed. His face was burning and his hands were suddenly wet with sweat.
“Okay, sure thing, kiddo.” Shiro nodded. “Dropping it.”
Then, with the kind of dangerous smile that has only ever been worn by a sibling up to no good, Shiro turned away. He stood a little straighter, suddenly a commander again, and barked out words that made Keith’s heart simultaneously rise into his throat and drop to his knees.
“Pair up everyone! Lance, you’re with Keith. Pidge, with Allura. Hunk you’re with me. Hand to Hand. We are going to practice grappling. The first one pinned for a 3 count is a rotten egg.”
Keith groaned. Shiro turned around and sent him a sly wink.
“I hate you.” Keith hissed at him.
Shiro couldn’t respond because Lance was already bounding over to Keith. He stopped in front of Keith with an open- mouthed grin, an eyebrow raised mockingly. He bounced from one foot to another like an MMA fighter before a match.
“Oh, I am sooo kicking your ass on this one, mullet head.” Lance rolled his shoulders, sure and cocky.
Damn, Keith liked him so much.
“Alright, yeah.” Keith matched his energy, feeling himself get drawn into the familiar back and forth. “Go ahead and give it a try, string bean.”
Just like Keith knew he would, Lance squawked in affront at the offense to his appearance.
“Okay now you’re really gonna get it.” Lance said, his smile bouncing away on his face even as he raised his fists to punch the air in front of Keith.
“I’m shaking in my boots.” Keith sneered back.
"You're underestimating me, Keithy baby." Lance's grin was sharp and Keith's guts were thrilling over the use of 'baby'. "But I'm a middle child and you don't know the meaning of 'grapple' until you've been fighting for your life between an 11 year old and a 17 year old trying to claim the tv remote."
Keith scoffed just for the delight of doing so. His ears were burning. He was enjoying this too much. He felt like everyone could see it if they looked at him. He felt simultaneously embarrassed and self satisfied. He tried to keep it off of his face, but looking into Lance's challenging, sparking eyes, Keith could feel his own grin tugging his mouth into something fanged and thirsty.
He pushed Lance's shoulders. "Grapple me then, tough guy."
Lance's eyebrow quirked and an exciting spike of fear raised Keith's blood. Was Lance picking up what he was putting down?
"Ready for me?" Lance said, advancing a step and raising his arms.
"Always am." Keith said proudly, and then the two of them were clashing.
Of course Shiro would make them grapple. What better way to torture Keith in a way he can't protest against? Curse his observant bastard brother.
Lance's arms were strong and tan. Watching Lance's forearms flex while trying to keep Keith in a hold was making him warmer than the actual exercise.
Lance wasn't kidding about being good at grappling, either. His limbs were long and he was flexible and he was strong. It was one thing to know Lance was strong- Keith obviously knew he was, they were soldiers for Christ's sake- but it was a completely different thing to experience it. Keith was getting manhandled and he tried not to find it hot.
Keith dug in his heels to give as good as he got. He bucked and evaded and twisted his body out of Lance's grasp. The problem was that their bodies always remained close, heat trapped between them, sweat making their skin slick. Keith could feel Lance's heartbeat pounding against his back as Lance held him in a headlock. Keith tried to arc his body away, but he just ended up curving his spine so that his hips aligned snugly with Lance's. Lance grunted softly against Keith's ear and Keith panicked.
Keith's butt was practically rubbing against Lance's crotch. Keith could almost feel it. His body flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. He needed to get out of this position, now, before his body reacted in a way he would regret. He was already in a heightened state from all the closeness and panting and fighting-not-fighting.
Keith thrashed a little desperately, his face heating. Lance's arms were so firm around him he barely had the space to maneuver, but he managed to toss back his head and with a sickening crack! the back of his skull met Lance's nose.
Lance staggered back and fell, holding a hand to his face. Keith wheeled around and dropped to his knees next to him, watching blood well up between his fingers.
"Shit, Lance." Keith said, forgetting about the match and his own embarrassment. He reached his hands out. "Are you alright?"
Lance levelled him with a glare. Their faces were so close that Keith could see the flecks of brown, like amber islands, that dotted Lance's ocean irises.
Keith got lost in them.
Then, lightning quick, Lance tackled him. He straddled Keith so he was pressed between the cool metal of the training room floor and the fever-heat of another body. His hands were pinned above his head and he could feel Lance's blood around his wrist, slippery and warm, from where it had puddled in Lance's palm. Above him, Lance's nose was dripping, streaking his lips and his chin bright red.
He was still smiling.
"One…" Lance whispered. Keith felt a speckling of blood spray off his lips and land on his cheeks as Lance spoke.
Keith gave a feeble attempt at kicking out. Lance leaned all his weight on him. Keith felt completely compromised. He fit perfectly between Lance's thighs, and Lance wasn't letting gravity do the work of holding him down- he was pressing forward into Keith with the kind of single mindedness that came out in him during battle.
"Two…" He sang, opening his mouth so Keith could almost see his back teeth.
Keith tried writhing away, his fight-or-flight triggered by the intensity of the moment. Lance was far too close. Keith's heart was pounding. He was aroused and agitated all in one and he wanted to bite Lance and kiss him and laugh and scream.
"Three!" Lance crowed, victorious. Lance sat back so all his weight was put on Keith's pelvis. He crossed his arms and chanted mockingly. "You're a rotten egg, you're a rotten egg!"
"Lance!" Keith shouted. "That wasn't fair!"
"Why not?" Lance pouted. "You're the one who hurt me!"
Keith groaned because what could he say? Sorry, Lance, foul play due to being too goddamn sexy? Lance would literally incinerate him on the spot and never let him live it down.
So instead Keith just seethed on the ground in a puddle of his own shame, waiting for everyone else to go. Eventually Shiro came to pull him to his feet. He held out a hand.
"Okay, I admit." Shiro said sympathetically. " I wasn't expecting you to be that gay. Sorry, Keith."
Keith just moaned in dismay and let his brother pull him to his feet.
#literally just something I had started in my drafts#100% sure this was going to be a 5+1 fic#but i don’t remember#where I was going with it#klance#whipped Keith#badass Lance#this is literally just a Drabble if Keith being thirsty#keith kogane#lance mcclain#Shiro also just being like. haha gay boy.#my fic
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They always thought I was never serious.
Saint Bernard - Lincoln
#bamf lance#I hc that one day he'll have enough of their bs.#lance is hawt#u cant tell me otherwise#lance mcclain being lance mcclain#him.#him<3#badass lance#lance hc#lance mcclain hc#hc#badass#genius lance#smart lance hc#serious lance#sketch#pen sketch#art#my art
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Anther canary drawing, was trying to lean more toward the animated stories style….
#dinah lance fanart#dinah lance#black canary dc#black canary#black canary fanart#angst#fluff#i love her so much#laurel lance#black canary is the best#badass#I love her#she’s is so cool#dc artwork#dc fanart#dc art#dc universe
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Love how Booth is the big bad head of FBI major crimes division or whatever and these are his work besties
#all the badass field agents are like how do we get him to like us lol#bones tv#Jessie rewatches bones#seeley booth#Caroline Julian#Lance sweets
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Cassandra Cain being The Most Dangerous member of the BatFam <3
#wayne family adventures#cassandra cain#batfam#cass en pointe#cassandra cain & damian wayne#cassandra cain & stephanie brown#cassandra cain & bruce wayne#i remain miffed that they rebranded cass from being black bat to being orphan#the word orphan is such a loaded term for the batfam and as far as i know both of cassandra's bio parents are still alive#cass is the daughter of two villains with the more important one being lady shiva AKA the most dangerous woman on earth#being able to survive a duel against lady shiva is the dcu equivalent of showing you are badass#idk if it is still canon but the few survivors of lady shiva pre-new52 were dinah lance & bruce & cass#probs a few others but not many and each instance was a Big Deal
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Do you have one where the serving staff/guards know of Merlin’s magic, but they choose to keep it a secret because he helps them out a lot (since he cheats when no one is looking, they leave him alone for bigger tasks so they can just get things done faster)? (And that the atmosphere somehow just got…better when he started working there, even if the King is still a murder-bitch?)
Like Merlin, doesn’t know that they know. Nobles and visitors aren’t allowed to know and the staff help shield him/explain it away.
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OK SO!!!
I'm gonna write this as a set of rough headcanons as opposed to a fic, because I'm really struggling motivation wise at the moment, and this particular ask really spoke to me when I looked through my messages :D
It takes Gwen and George (as important, smart, and the-only-other-servants-whose-names-we-know) all of a week to figure out Merlin has magic. It takes the Cook two, it takes the Housekeeper a month and a half, and it takes the Steward just shy of six months. Yeah. Merlin isn't very good at being subtle. The former First Knight, Leon's grumpy, stick-in-the-mud-and-also-up-his-arse predecessor, never finds out (much to the effort of everyone), but Leon of course has it all lined up in his head an hour after he takes over the role. He'd suspected before then, but hadn't really had much to do with Merlin anyway until he'd taken on the job.
Anyway. All of this just means that Merlin has no idea how easy his life is in comparison to what it could have been if he's actually managed to keep his secret, well, secret.
Most of the knights don't know, but a few do. With the guards, it's the other way round. Most of them know, a few specific ones don't. Look, as much as a lot of people know, and it sounds like chaos, it's actually very well controlled. Well, it isn't at first. Merlin is very lucky that the first few people to find out are willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, because it's those first few that carefully control where and when the secret goes.
ANYWAY. And I actually mean it this time. A lot of people know and Merlin has NO fucking clue.
The whole thing goes unsaid, and bar a few of the main crew (the aforementioned Gwen, George, Cook, Housekeeper, Steward, and later on, Leon) no one knows exactly who else knows. So there's a lot of awkward shuffling and suspecting side eyes as they try and tiptoe around it all. None of the guards that don't know are EVER put to duty outside Arthur's chambers, and they're kept away from places Merlin frequents as much as possible (the armoury, the stables, the physician's chambers, the washer rooms, etc) just because Merlin has no spatial awareness and never realises when there’s a guard right next to him/just around the corner.
Oddly enough, other than Leon and Lancelot, none of the main knights are in the know, with everyone’s reasoning being that... they’re the most loyal to The King. And as much as Leon and Gwen can vouch for them, they don’t like actively telling people about the magic, they just... corral people if they find out accidentally. Lancelot, despite knowing about the magic, also has no idea about this whole thing, but everyone else knows that he knows. It’s stupid. It’s complicated. But Gwen, Leon, and George are in too deep now to backtrack so... they just carry on going.
So yeah. They cover for him all the time. At any given night there will be at least one knight or guard in the tavern, so whenever Arthur kicks up a fuss about how “Merlin can’t have been at the tavern again.” they’ll start spreading rumours about how whip smart Merlin is at poker, because he won against Halbrand, Remus, Gregor, and Flint last night. When they know Merlin has snuck out to deal with something, they’ll make sure someone in-the-know is posted on the outer city walls, so they can send word when Merlin is sneaking back in. This just means they can clear the main courtyard and route to the Physician’s Chambers of anyone so that Merlin can still think no one noticed him coming and going.
After a few years, people notice that there are two days a year, later on three, that Merlin does actually disappear to the tavern for. It took Leon a little while to figure out, and he still isn’t entirely sure he’s right, but the first one falls on the day that Merlin had to leave Camelot to protect his home from ransackers. Gwen had mentioned one of his friends had died, and the word is spread to make sure Merlin is left alone that day. The second... he isn’t sure, to be honest. He knows it falls around the week that the beast had appeared, bought by the bounty hunter, but he’s not sure if that’s relevant. He thinks maybe the beast must have killed one of Merlin’s friends, and again, the word is spread. The third is easy. The third falls around the day the dragon had attacked. Leon himself, as well as many of the knights and guards, head tot eh tavern that week. He finds it odd though, that Merlin seems to separate himself from the memorials, from the drinking songs, from those that gather in mourning, almost like he’s mourning something else entirely. But again, Leon doesn’t question it, and the word is spread.
When he’s noticeably injured, Gwen, George, the Housekeeper, and the Steward will randomly have free days/extra servants available to help out, to lessen his workload. When he’s exhausted, the Steward and Leon will reorganise things so Arthur doesn’t have anything important on in the morning, and Merlin can sleep in. I guess it’s just lots of stuff like that, small things, that Merlin could probably live without but... well, these people love and respect him so much, why would they leave him to suffer alone?? It’s not just the fact that Merlin protects the Kingdom with magic, after all, it’s the fact that he’s so lovely, to everyone. He helps treat the guards’/knights’ injuries without judgment, he’ll cover for people when they’re sick, he’ll do other people’s workloads just to be kind. So yeah, they look after him. Not just because he’s a vigilante or whatever, but because he’s Merlin.
I just... they look out for him, ya know?? And maybe he finds out, in which case he’s very embarrassed that so many people knew about it. Or maybe he doesn’t know, maybe he never knows, and all those people continue to protect him from behind the scenes, the same way he protects Camelot. Who knows.
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I hope you enjoyed this, anon! I love you all so much, thank you for being patient with me!!!
#bbc merlin#merlin#bbc merlin headcanons#merlin headcanons#gwen#guinevere#leon#sir leon#protective leon#protective gwen#bamf merlin#badass merlin#george#george the servant#merlin and george#lancelot#sir lancelot#lance is a dumbass#lance#merlin is a dumbass#and everyone just loves him so goddamn much#because he's so kind#and he's camelot's batman
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Have some Mafia au because why not:
Lance was going to kill him.
Not just Lance. Kevin would probably have a few choice words for him too. Jenson would probably sigh at him. Charles would probably cry, and yell while Pierre and Esteban shook their heads at him. There would probably be a joke in there somewhere from a concerned Sebastian or an angry Kimi about Lando being trouble, but really, this time wasn't his fault.
How was he to know that some asshole would try robbing the supermarket at ten o'clock at night when there was only Lando and a few others in store?
Lando had just wanted to get some ice cream. He'd run out the other night, and he'd been craving it. His sweet tooth begging to be soothed by his favourite flavours and driving him out of the safety of his home late at night because Lance, who made up most of his impulse control, was out of the country and had left Lando to his own devices.
And now here he was in an all too familiar position these days as someone pointed a gun at him, and he could just hear the lecture he was going to get from his husband later as Lando refused to back down.
There were people cowering behind him. There were children dressed in pajamas, clutching at their mother as they sobbed and shook with fear, and all that was standing between them and the gun man was Lando. He couldn't let them get hurt, so Lando didn't budge as the guy screamed and yelled at him.
Instead he just smirked at him, pointed at the gun, and gave him a rocky smile.
"Are you going to put that down, or do I have to take it from you?"
His question had the desired effect of missing off the badly masked man as his hand holding the gun trembled with rage or withdrawal. Lando had already noticed him when he was outside. He'd noticed the paranoid movements and the way he had trembled. He just hadn't expected the local drug addict to try rob the place while he was trying to find his ice cream.
"You're fucking dead", the man hissed, finger trembling as he tried to undo the safety on the gun but before he could Lando was moving.
It didn't take much to knock the guy to the ground. He was basically skin and bone, but what Lando hadn't expected was the way the gun ended up between him and the guy, or how he had managed to get the safety off u till a bulled tore through his shoulder as they crashed to the ground.
He ignored the pain and the blood, driving his knee into the man's stomach as his hand grabbed the one still holding the gun. He slammed it on the ground as the guy whimpered and loosened his hold enough for Lando to bat it away his body. He flipped the guy over without much resistance. His kept his knee on the small of his back as he grabbed his arms and held them in a tight grip.
"Anyone got anything to tie him with?" Lando’s words had the man trying to move but he just slammed his head into the ground to knock him out as someone scrambled to their feet snd came back with rope, "Did anyone call for help?"
"I hit the button when he shot you", the cashier, a teenage girl that was shaking with tears in her eyes told him, "You...you saved us, oh my god"
Lando just offered her a smile as he fought the wave of dizziness that was threatening to overtake him from the way he was steadily loosing blood.
"Here, let me help", the mother of the children was by his side as he blocked at her. It was only then he realised she was wearing nurses scrubs as she pressed something to his shoulder to stop the bleeding, "How did you know how to do that?"
Lando could hear the sirens getting closer and he just hppped, that his old squad weren't the ones on the other side of the door because he would never hear the end of this if it was them.
"I used to be a detective", Lando explained, breathing through the pain, "Funnily enough I retired because I've already been shot in this shoulder once before and almost died"
The woman's reply was lost in the sound of his name being called by an all too familiar voice before Mark Webber was standing before him with an unimpressed Kevin and Nico standing behind him.
"You just don't know how to stay out of trouble, Norris", Mark greeted, taking in the scene and the unconscious man tied up on the floor, "Robbery gone wrong?"
"Something like that", Lando hummed, smiling at his old team, "I wanted ice cream. He wanted to rob the place"
"So you caught a bullet to the shoulder for some, what? Vanilla swirl?", Nico snorted, already bagging the gun as evidence and shaking his head as Kevin and Daniil hauled the unconscious man up and out towards the squad cars waiting outside.
"Raspberry Ripley actually", Lando joked with a shrug that had him hissing as the woman put more pressure on his wound.
"Your husband is going to kill you", Mark shook his head, radioing for the EMTs to approach because there was no active threat any longer.
"Any chance he doesn't have to know about this?", Lando sighed, closing his eyes.
"Not a chance kid. I bet Kevin's already called him"
"Wonderful"
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listen i am over the moon that dc has finally decided to bring sin back into black canary's story. i love that. i love sin lance. i love dinah lance. i love their relationship. what i do not love is the fact that they have retconned what sin really is to dinah. sin is not and has never been her sister. she is her daughter. there is a difference and that difference matters. to take that away from both characters is ridiculous, pointless, and honestly deeply offensive. and yes i will die on this hill.
#comic book creators stop being afraid of mothers challenge#you will mental gymnastics your way into explanations as to why these women are never allowed to experience motherhood#and the second you give them a piece of it you take it away and scrub it from existence and pretend it never happened#and you don't get how that might be seen as shockingly misogynistic and offensive as fuck?#y'all really and truly think motherhood makes a woman ''weak'' and it shows#and it's an extremely fucked up thing to do especially with dinah because of her long and storied relationship with motherhood#the arc was incredibly flawed but sin and dinah's relationship as mother and daughter became integral parts of who they are#and now they've erased that and it is most definitely because it's not seen as sexy or badass to be a mom#and that is fucking gross#anyway happy to see sin but they can rot for that retcon#dinah lance#black canary#sin lance#dc comics
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having thoughts about eira’s magick being more like a force of nature at the beginning bc he can’t really control it and fuckin bodying lance with a wall of ice kind of on accident. send the man flying like oops that’s Not A Sword
#they r so sillies to me#there's also obviously a lot of badass combat potential but i am a jester and i go hee hee what if#heartless#abd illustrates#eira hale#lance lothaire
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Papa Legba -
American Horror Story
#thee Papa Legba is drinking hot chocolate and marshmallows with Queenie#she didn’t even have to bribe him she just found him and now they’re homies just chillin#he’s so intriguing and badass i always wanted more involvement for his character#however…knowing ahs it’s probably for the best we’re left wanting more instead of suffering a ruined favorite#papa legba#lance reddick#loa spirit#american horror story#ahs coven#ahs apocalypse#tv edit#horror anthology#series edit#tv gif#series gif#voodoo king#male witch#aesthetic#deal with the devil#spooky#glowing eyes#immortal#favorite characters#magick#facepaint#skulls#demon#voodoo man#october#31 days of halloween
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who do u think would win in a fight if ever.. lance or logan? battle of the north americans <3
okay here me out… i think it’d start off looking like lance would win as it’s him going for it and logan being a bit of a pussy (affectionate) but then when logan realises lance is serious he starts to step it up and go for it but holds back a little as he fully believes he could seriously hurt lance (if he actually could is debatable) but he gets a good few strong wacks in but then lance steps it up and thrashes him and logan like tries to escape ?? but lance wins🙏
also i feel like lance bites at least a few times ???
what do you think🫠
#i think logan’s too pretty princess to win a fight and lance is pretty princess but badass on the side#i love my north american babies#and logan’s a bit off a pussy and will try to do every other solution first (i love him)
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Wip alert🚨 Wip alert 🚨
#art#dc comics#jade nyugen#cheshire#talia al ghul#lady shiva#sandra wu san#shado#black canary#dinah lance#oc#badass moms#wip stuff
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Hey peoplez just posting a different version of this pose I did before but as keith in his blade of marmora suit cause u just can't not have some keith content 😂😜 but anyway a quick post hope everyone is well and have a good January wishing all of u guys a great day/night byeee love from starlight ❤🤍💜
Ps.soz if the anatomy is a little off was a quick drawing 😂 also yay I can draw eyes today 👀🥳😂
#voltron#keith kogane#digital art#klance#new artist#paladin#voltron art#art#digital illustration#keith#vld keith#lance voltron#vld lance#keith blade of marmora#badass keith#galra keith#bamf keith#voltron legendary defender#keith voltron
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Do I love grumpy/angry people looking for avenge their family and happen to have a soft spot for children and animals? YES
But do you know who I love more?
Their badass girlfriend
#helena bertinelli#dinah lance#dinahhelena#dinahelena#bop2020#birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn#frank castle#karen page#kastle#daredevil#the punisher#im just a simp#who loves badass women#and would do anything for them
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LANCE BEING A BADASS AND USING HIS SWORD FORM IN FRONT OF KEITH FOR THE FIRST TIME !!!!
Hehehe yes!!!!
Little side note; I know Lance's bayard changes in season 5(?) but I can't really remember where Keith was so I'm writing this as Keith is with the blade when it happened (that may be right or may not be idc its fanfiction)
TW: Mentions of death and killing (they're in battle)
Now Enjoy~
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It was supposed to be a smooth mission, keyword; smooth. All of them weren't nearly as surprised as they used to be. The Galra were around every corner at this point.
They were getting into the heart of the battle; the heart of the war. Every day they got closer and closer to Haggar; always to have her slip through their fingers at the last second.
It was more tiring than annoying.
The Blade of Marmora was working closely with Voltron. Keith still worked with them most of the time, leaving the rest of them to pilot the lions; but they were in battle together more often than not.
The battle was like most of them. The Galra appeared out of nowhere, they were surrounded, they formed Voltron, they won and they worm holed out of there. It was the same until it wasn't.
They were caught outside of their lions, forced to fight on the ground in unknown terrain. It wasn't the first time it happened but it was the first time there seemed to be no end to the Galra's that ran at them.
When one of them took one out, three more replaced it. It was a swarm of them. Almost as if this was their final attempt to put an end to Voltron.
The team was split up. Some of the blades and Allura ended up on the east side, fighting. Shiro ended up with Hunk on the south, a couple of blades mixed in with them. Pidge was to the North, Kolivan, and Krolia helping her hold her ground. Which left Keith and Lance backed into a corner on the west side.
Both of them had lost track of how long they had been fighting. How many bodies littered the floor around them. They tuned out how their muscles ached and throbbed, the sweat that clung to their skin.
Lance focused on shooting down the soldiers that kept rounding the corner while Keith picked off the ones that slipped by.
Lance took a step back, bumping into the wall. "Shit! Guy's Keith and I are pinned down!"
"We'll try and get to you two as soon as we can!" Allura's voice crackled over their speakers, grunting a bit as she swung her whip.
"Try to keep them at bay you guys! We'll get over to you as soon as we clear our side." Shiro's voice, which usually was solid with confidence, wavered a bit.
"Roger roger," Lance fired his gun a couple more times, switching his coms to private. "How are you holding up mullet?"
"Could be better," he swung his sword forward, placing his foot on the Galra's chest and pushing him off the metal. "What about you sharpshooter?"
Lance released a breath he didn't know he was holding, squeezing his eyes shut briefly. "Just peachy. Still hoping that I'll wake up in my childhood bed and this is all just a weird dream."
Keith chuckled a bit, sidestepping out of the way of a soldier's staff. "I wish this was a dream."
As the battle dragged on Keith's breathing became a bit laborious. All the training in the world still couldn't prepare you for a never-ending supply of an enemy. Lance's fatigue was starting to become apparent and he gripped his gun a bit tighter.
The metal burned under his grip, even his gun could only handle so much before it got too hot to continue firing. He wasn't sure how many more shots he had left before it was unusable.
Seven. He had seven shots left. After his seventh shot, his gun buckled under him, the metal jamming against itself. He nearly dropped it due to the intensity of the heat. "No! No no no no!!" He stared down at the bayard; now back to its resting shape.
"Lance? What's going on?!" Keith swung on a couple more soldiers; clearly about to get overwhelmed.
Lance shook out each hand for a moment; he needed to figure something out. He and Keith were both going to be killed or taken at any moment. He looked back down at his bayard,
It quickly lit up, shaping into his sword; a weapon he had only really practiced with at night when everyone had gone to sleep. He wasn't sure why he never used it more; maybe he was more confident with his rifle.
Whatever the reason he didn't have time to dwell on it and he lunged forward.
"Lance?! What are you-" Keith was cut off as he clashed his sword with another one.
"Fight now, talk later!" Lance swung his sword at two enemies, quickly cutting them down. He still had more energy than Keith so he used it to his advantage.
He was making progress, stepping in front of Keith a bit, picking up where he was slipping. Keith subconsciously stepped back, taking the little moment he could to breathe as Lance began to clear a path. Slowly thinning out the soldiers.
Keith ended up falling on his knees, his lungs aching for a break as Lance stayed fighting. Keith watched him, trying to make his body stand back up and fight but failed each time.
"Just relax mullet! Don't need you passing out on me." He knocked a gun out of a Galrans hand, quickly picking it up. His left arm shot a bit shaky while his right arm continued to slice away.
Eventually, almost a miracle, the Galra stopped coming. Neither of them were sure if it was because they got rid of all of them or if Haggar realized they were losing too many of their own to continue on.
Whatever the case Lance swung down on the last solder, yanking his sword out with a small grunt. He looked around, finally taking in the sheer number of Galrans they just fought.
He turned to look at Keith, who was still trying to get his body to stand. "Come on, we gotta get out of here." He kneeled down, wrapping Keith's arm around his shoulder and hoisting him up. "I don't want to be here for round two."
Keith grumbled something under his breath, letting Lance nearly drag him out of the hallway, towards the red lion.
"What was that?" Lance had put his bayard back on its hoister, holding the gun he took with his free hand; just as a precaution.
"You have a sword?" Keith said between his breaths.
Lance gave him a smirk as they exited a set of doors, Red waiting for them. "It's an Altean Broadsword thank you very much."
"When?"
"A bit ago," he ran up the ramp into Red, letting Keith slump on the small bed in the back. "Guess you're not the only one with a cool blade."
"I still have my mom's blade." His eyes slipped closed, exhaustion finally catching up.
"Yeah," he pushed a lock of Keith's hair back behind his ear. "it's pretty cool." He ran back to the controls, "let's get out of here Red."
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i’m not sure if volo counts or not, but i really think pokemon ought to go for the “champion is evil” route eventually because i think it’d just be so interesting. considering the champion is the highest figure of their respective region, ushering in tons of praise and respect, it’d be amazing if they used their absurd popularity and fame to their advantage somehow, brainwashing the masses and sneaking around and scheming without detection since, let’s be real, celebrities can get away with anything. bonus points if the elite four is in on it too, since i’d actually like to see them be incorporated in the storylines more since they’re, well, the elite fucking four, the objective cream of the crop and yet you barely see them outside of the pokemon league.
and there would be something so dynamic about all of it since it wouldn’t be like facing your standard villainous team - these are the best trainers the region has to offer, so it would be an indubitably tough challenge, especially if they spin the narrative by exploiting their renown and claiming that you’re the bad guy. i mean, what’s one small-time trainer, especially a child likely, in comparison to the literal pokemon league, anyway?
#i think game freak should hire me to write their games. there are so many possibilities that could be explored.#i just think an evil champion would be badass. and also have it so it isn't totally obvious.#a respectable individual like. steven or lance or cynthia. ok maybe that last one isn't a good example for REASONS but.#someone who acts mentorly toward you throughout the course of the game. encouraging you and cheering you on as you pursue your journey#only to double-cross you right at the very end of it.#OH and additional bonus points: the ones who were originally made out as the evil team - since we gotta have one regardless#we're just being framed & have known about the corruption within the pokemon league this whole time but we're branded as rebels#it'd be so interesting i think!#riley rambles
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