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Hi, this is the first time I've asked anyone to write a smut fic or a smut headcanon with Keith and a very shy reader, I don't know if you do smut but if not you don't have to write. Or you can do about how Keith started the relationship with a very shy reader
Note: english is not my first language, so sorry if i wrote something wrong
i do write smut!! plus your english is very good dw about it!
i have two other fics on the way right now, but i'm gonna finish this one first because they're hcs and a lot more faster for me to write 😋 this is kinda hard cause i'm personally not very shy but i'll try my best! (think this turned out to be JUST nsfw hcs i swear)
this is afab reader!
idc if minors interact - nsfw under the cut
not proofread
SUPER brief hcs of how you got together (I WANT SMUT RN!!)
keith has always loved how shy you were, although he never said it out loud
you were almost always silent, behind everyone twiddling your thumbs or always finding something else in the room other than the people interesting
he found it endearing, although sometimes he knows he has to hold back his anger from you
every time he talked to you before you got together, you would blush uncontrollably and hesitate responding to him
so that's why it surprised him when you cornered him in a hallway, looking especially nervous
he saw a crumpled up note in your hands, and for the first time, you were holding eye contact with him
"i-uh, i like you a lot," you blurted out. you might be shy, but you were brave
immediately after that you shut your eyes, believing that he would reject you, or even worse, simply walk away
. . . but the kiss he gave you after was unmistakable.
nsfw hcs
you would always cover your face whenever it got too good, and keith would always pull you hands away, sometimes even pinning you wrists above your head with one hand
"i want to see you."
GRRABABARBKARBARK
definitely has the strength to overpower you, and if you love that you know what i mean
an example is if he's eating you out and you try closing your thighs around his face
he'd quickly wrap his hands around you legs, and spread them back open, no matter how hard you try to close them
or using his strength from training constantly to fuck you against a wall, if he's feeling particularly rough that day
definitely fucks you if he's stressed about a day in the training room (or stressed in general)
i don't make the rules
has THE best ways to ask for consent
"you want this?/tell me how you want it."
"you want me to make you feel good?"
OR HE'D JUST DESCRIBE WHAT HE'D DO TO YOU
fave position is probably the mating press cause he loves being able to go down and kiss you and see your face
or you riding him because he loves the way you lean onto him and eventually tire out
and when you do, his grip on your waist is harsh enough to cause bruises as he harshly thrusts into you
probably has a thing for restraining you
loves how shy you are when you come to him asking for sex
he'd usually drag it out to tease you even more before finally giving you some relief
fingering god i love to say it
you see the way he works his hands!!!
definitely whimpers here and there, especially when you're giving him a blow job
if you have enough hair, he'll personally make a makeshift ponytail for you
if not, he'll simply run his hand through your hair
praisepraisepraise all day
probably goes feral once he's close to cumming
would start babbling literally any dirty talk that comes to his mind
"you're doing so good for me."
"gonna cum for me, yeah?"
extra: DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HIM IN HEAT.
idc what anyone says he goes through it since he's half galra
the first time, he'd lock himself in his room and hope that it would eventually pass
but of course, as clueless as you were, you walked in and questionably gazed at all the stranded tissues on the floor
he'd try ushering you out, but after a moment to decide, you wanted to help him
definitely WAY more rough than usual
you'd come out with bruises everywhere and hickeys as far as the eye can see
a lot more vocal during this
he would love the way you would try to speak up but couldn't because it felt too good
you might be shy yourself, but whenever you got into the mood. . . you definitely weren't thinking straight
during heat he wouldn't even have the time to make you beg or tease you, he'd go all in immediately
definitely praises and degrades you a lot more
"being such a perfect little slut for me, hm?"
just know that after you guys finish, you're both too out of it to even speak or move, until eventually keith snaps out of it and helps you get cleaned up
sometimes you would get up first, wanting to return the favor
and he'd repay you with a lot of tired kisses until the two of you fall asleep
slightly hate this cause im so rusty at writing smut lol
#keith kogane x reader#x reader#keith voltron#voltron keith#keith kogane#keith x reader#voltron mtl#voltron x reader#voltron#keith x reader smut#keith kogane x reader smut#voltron x reader smut
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He was tired. Physically, and mentally. That was a side effect of being the captain of the Atlas and finding out that your ex-fiancé that you were definitely still in love with was still alive and being held captive by your enemies.
So yeah, Shiro was tired. But he couldn't afford to go to sleep just yet. Not when Adam was in the medbay, unconscious and hooked up to fluids. He took in Adam's appearance, the feeling of his hand under his own, the warmth from it. The peaceful look on his face, how Adam's chest rose and fell steadily with each breath.
"You need to sleep."
"Do you think I can?" Shiro asked. His voice was flat, void of emotion. A hand rested on his shoulder.
"You need to sleep, Shiro. He'd want you to." Shiro sighed. Keith was right. He knew that. In the time that Keith had spent with Shiro and Adam, he'd learned that when Shiro was neck-deep in work that Adam would drag him to bed.
Shiro had always repaid that by doing the same thing to Adam.
"Fine. You win," he admitted.
"Don't worry. You'll be the first to know when he wakes up." The thing was, Shiro knew that already. He was the captain of the Atlas, it would be illogical for the captain of the ship that finds and frees prisoners to not know when the person woke up.
He didn't point that out to Keith. Part of Shiro wanted to be told because he still loved Adam, not because he was the captain of the ship that had saved him.
He squeezed Adam's hand. "I'll come visit you tomorrow," he promised in a whisper. He left, Keith walking with him.
They parted ways in front of the door that led to the room that Keith shared with Lance. Everyone on the ship knew that they were together. The amount of times they'd kissed before getting into their lions were too numerous to count on both of Shiro's hands.
He went to his quarters, which had a couch, something that the other rooms didn't have. That was it. There was a couch in the captain's quarters.
He changed out of his uniform and into his pajamas. Then he collapsed onto the couch and laid down.
It wasn't comfortable, but he'd rather sleep on something that made him uncomfortable than have to sleep in a bed by himself. He'd been having that problem since him and Adam broke up.
Adam... Would he want to get back with Shiro? He didn't think so. The thought hurt.
He curled into himself, trying to give himself warmth, even though he knew that it was useless. Only Adam's warmth could help him.
Nevertheless, he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
It was the lights brightening for the day cycle that woke him. He sighed, got up, and got ready for the day. He went to assign everyone their tasks for the day, listened to the status reports of the Paladin and MFE pilots mission and the Atlas, and made decisions based off of those.
Why the hell was he put in charge of an entire fucking ship? Because he'd had the most experience fighting the Galra and he wasn't a Paladin and had military training?
He didn't even remember what happened when he was held captive by the Galra.
He went through the paces of the day again, practically on autopilot.
"Shiro," Sam's voice said through his comm.
"Sam, do you need something?" Shiro asked.
"It's Adam. He's awake." Shiro froze. Adam...
"I'll be right there," he said. He handed Curtis the thing he was supposed to be looking over and made his way down to the medbay.
Adam was awake, talking to one of the medics and Sam. Shiro stood in the doorway, unsure. Sam looked up and motioned for him to come closer. Shiro's feet moved on their own, even when Adam looked up at him.
"Adam..." Sam said something to the medic. They left, leaving Adam and Shiro alone together.
For the first time since their fight. The fight about Kerberos.
"Takashi... You're really here," Adam whispered, barely loud enough for Shiro to hear him.
That's when the dam broke. That's when all of the tears that Shiro hadn't been able to cry decided to release themselves. He sat on the chair next to Adam's bed.
Arms wrapped around him and held him close. He clung to Adam.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You were right. I shouldn't have left for Kerberos. But... I don't know if I'd change that. The war... The Galra would've come sooner," Shiro said.
"It's okay, Takashi. I'm... I'm just glad that you're here," Adam soothed. Shiro nearly sobbed harder from hearing Adam's voice. "Come on, get on." Shiro didn't have to be told twice before he was lying on the bed with Adam, face buried in Adam's hospital shirt.
"I'm sorry."
"Takashi," Adam said. His voice was soft. Gently, he lifted Shiro's face so that he was forced to look at him. His eyes were soft, looking at Shiro as if he'd never broken Adam's heart years ago. "I've already forgiven you. I... When Sam came back with news of the Galra, I decided... I decided that I didn't want to die without forgiving you. It was time for me to do that, anyway."
"I don't deserve it. I- you deserve someone who won't leave you for the stars," Shiro whispered. Adam's face became pained.
"You know that I could never stop loving you." Shiro buried his face in the crook of Adam's neck, taking time to remember the feeling of their skin touching, of how warm Adam's skin was.
"I missed you so, so much."
"I missed you too." A gentle pressure on the top of his hair. Shiro knew Adam well enough to know that it was a kiss. After all, there had been too many times when Shiro was in this exact position, lying on Adam and crying from the intensity of the pain from his disease.
That reminded him...
"I'm not sick anymore," he said. Adam's grip grew tighter.
"I'm glad to hear that."
It took a while for the medics to be able to actually check over Adam. Shiro literally clung to him, just relieved to be able to hold him again.
Nothing extreme had happened to Adam. Shiro was so glad. He'd been subject to the Druid's experiments, and they were not nice.
Shiro was just sitting on the bed with Adam leaning against him - they were taking time to enjoy being with each other again - when Keith burst into the room, followed by his team, Coran, Romelle and Krolia. He went to the bed and climbed onto it.
"Hi," he said, looking up at Adam.
"You're not as short as you were a few years ago," Adam commented. Keith pouted.
"I hate you,' he declared.
"Sure you do, if the way you barged into here says anything," Adam retorted.
"My favourite teacher's awake!" Lance said, happily. Adam smiled at the teens.
"It's good to see that my three favourite cadets are alive," he said.
"Hello, Adam was it?"
"Yes, that's me," Adam replied. Allura smiled.
"I'm Princess Allura of Altea. This is my advisor, Coran."
"Hello," Coran said.
"I'm Romelle," Romelle added.
"It's nice to meet you," Adam said, honestly.
"The Galra there is my mom, by the way," Keith piped up from his place leaned up against Adam.
"My name is Krolia." She leveled her son with A Look. Keith smiled at her. "I've heard much about you from Keith. I want to thank you for the things you have done for him."
"It's not a big deal," Adam replied. He smiled. "And it's nice to meet you." Shiro felt as if he could melt into a puddle of goo.
He was mostly quiet as Adam talked with the team, the mis-matched family Shiro became a part of when they found Blue. It was nice, hearing the children of the team be children. And Adam was making an effort to get to know the Alteans and Krolia. Shiro honestly couldn't ask for more, really.
So he kept his head on Adam's shoulder, his left arm around his waist, and listened to the conversation around him, poking in from time to time to stop the Paladins from doing something stupid. Krolia gave him and Adam knowing looks, as did Coran. He just rolled his eyes at them.
He let himself be lost in the moment.
He woke up, gasping for breath. It had just been a nightmare, but it had felt real. Adam hid his face in his hands.
"Commander Wright? Are you okay?" The medic on duty asked, voice low.
"I'm- I'm fine I just-"
"Do you think that you'll be able to go to sleep when you've calmed down?" Adam shook his head. "Would you like me to alert the captain?" It took a couple of seconds to remember that Takashi was the captain of the Atlas. He nodded.
The medic disappeared. After a few minutes, there was a warmth by his side. Adam leaned into it.
"Nightmare?" Takashi asked. Adam nodded. "It's okay. I'm here now, I won't let anything bad happen to you." Takashi exaggerated his breathing slightly. Adam hadn't even realised that he was hyperventilating until his breathing evened out.
"Stay... Please?"
"Of course," Takashi agreed. Adam faintly thought that it was nice that Takashi was the captain of the Atlas. He could do whatever he wanted to and no one could protest against him.
They laid back on the bed, Adam tucked against Takashi and in the safety of his arms. They fell asleep like that, and when Adam woke in the morning, he realised that it was the best sleep he'd had in such a long time.
#if this is bad then it's because I just word-vomited#I just let the words flow onto the screen#gonna do a few more parts related to this#none of the parts will have to be read together#I fixed cannon#adam is alive#vld#voltron#takashi shirogane#adam#adashi#alternate universe#I fixed it#he won't die here#shadam#fanfic#fanfiction
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The day you stop writing lodak is the day I die.
I don't know if you've done this yet but if you have the time, perhaps a story where sendak shyly asking lotor for a date and lotors like "we've been married for 2 years lol, sure"?
🥰
I don’t think I have done that yet, so here’s them being dorks:
Sendak was acting strangely, and Lotor wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t concerned about infidelity -he trusted Sendak more than anyone, and Sendak hardly so much as looked at anyone else -but he wasn’t sure what else it could be. Life was running very smoothly for them right now, smoother than ever, so…
He caught Sendak watching him, his ears fluttering back, in a way that indicated bashfulness. Lotor couldn’t remember Sendak ever being bashful, and anyway, it was out of character for him.
Everything else seemed normal. They slept in the same bed, woke up together, went about their days together, fucked most evenings (and sometimes throughout the day as well). Sendak still worshiped him, and Lotor reciprocated the best he could.
He was on the bridge, observing an exercise, when he figured out what was going on.
Mostly because Sendak revealed his hand, but-
Sendak came up to Lotor, looking incredibly nervous. “Sire,” he said, “could I have a moment of your time?”
”Of course,” Lotor said, confused. Sendak was rarely so formal with him, especially since the bridge crew was used to them. Maybe in a formal court setting, but here? During an exercise?
He followed Sendak to a semi-secluded alcove.
”Sendak,” Lotor asked, “is something wrong?”
”No,” Sendak said, still nervous, his ears bashfully twitching. “Can I ask you something?”
“Always,” Lotor said, only growing more concerned. This wasn’t normal behavior from Sendak.
“I was wondering,” Sendak began, his ears only pressing further and further back with each word, “if you might want to- Next time we go planetside, maybe you could come with me?”
“Like a date?” Lotor asked, wanting clarification.
“Yes,” Sendak said.
Lotor only barely stifled his laughter. “Darling,” he said, trying very hard not to laugh at Sendak, “darling, we’ve been married for two years. Of course I��ll go on a date with you.”
He leaned up on his tiptoes to kiss Sendak.
“Oh good,” Sendak murmured against Lotor’s lips, “I thought you might find it silly.”
“A little,” Lotor admitted, “but only because you thought you had to ask. I love spending time with you, my darling.”
”It’s just- things have been so…routine, since we got married,” Sendak said.
“You love routine,” Lotor said.
“Yes,” Sendak agreed, “but- I don’t want things to get stale between us. I love how unpredictable you can be. I love your passion and spontaneity.”
Lotor kissed him; his big scary Galra was such a romantic. “And I love how sweet and romantic you are,” Lotor said. “When is our date?”
Sendak’s nerves had completely vanished by this point, which made Lotor happy; his husband should feel safe enough with him to ask him anything. “Tomorrow night?”
“Sounds perfect,” Lotor said, wrapping his arms around Sendak’s shoulders; Sendak took this as a cue to pick him up, so Lotor also wrapped his legs around Sendak’s waist. “I think Haxus can supervise the rest of the exercise.”
Sendak hummed an agreement, and carried Lotor out of the alcove.
Lotor could practically feel the bridge’s collective exasperation. Galra were, in general, not a very demonstrative species, at least not in front of others, but that didn’t stop Lotor and Sendak from being all over each other.
“Commander Haxus,” Lotor said, as Sendak carried him off the bridge, “command of the rest of the exercise is yours. I’ll expect your report in the morning.”
“Yes, Sire,” Haxus said, studiously neutral. Lotor could still tell he was rolling his eyes.
He didn’t really care what anyone else thought about his relationship with Sendak, so it didn’t bother him.
“Take me home, darling,” he murmured to Sendak.
Sendak obliged.
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I wrote this under the assumption that Sendak knew they were married. If you were envisioning a scenario where it’s like “actually, I thought we’ve been dating/married for two years” and there’s some miscommunication, I can definitely do that too 😉
#asks#vld lotor#vld sendak#lodak#sendak#lotor#no update Monday this week but I have this#fluff#they are in love your honor#ficlet
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Finished just in time -
✧✶⋆❇✦Happy Birthday, Shiro!!!!✦❇⋆✶✧
#shiro#voltron#VLD#takashi shirogane#shiro's birthday#Voltron legendary defender#unnecessarily tight shirt#don't know why he's wrapping his galra hand just go with it#my art
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Krolia x Child!Reader: Mama (Fluff)
.:.:.Krolia's POV.:.:.
Kolivan and I were walking together in the halls of the garrison talking of how we could reach out to any surviving Galra. With the war over many of the survivors got Earth's transmission telling them that Earth was offering shelter and various forms of help. It was nice to see our survivors settling in, accepting help, and some even starting families. It was like a reminder that things were peaceful now.
"Kolivan! Krolia!" A males voice echoed from the hall as he quickly made his way to us.
"What's the matter?" I asked looking towards the male I had seen him in the med bay but I never learned his name.
"Just could you come with me?" He asked lightly panting. Kolivan and I look to each other but nodded nonetheless. We learned the man's name was Isaac and he worked as a doctor for the garrison. As we approached our destination standing in front of a room window was Keith but he was holding someone. Keith turned to look at us slowly, his left hand rubbing the little back of a small kit. His right arm was supporting the kit as she clung to him desperately. I gave a soft smile before lightly touching the little things back causing a small surprised hiccuping yelp.
"Alright so do you want to explain what's going on here?" Kolivan asked his tone clearly giving the order. Isaac took a breath before looking towards to small child.
"The little girl and her mother arrived a few days ago both were injured. The mother was much worse than her daughter. We learned that the little girls name is (Y/n) and she is only 3 in human years. (Y/n)'s hands have second degree burns, her feet are covered in scraps and raw from being forced to run for so long, on top of her being weak from malnourished and the lack of hydration. But like I said her mother is much worse, so bad in fact that we are afraid she won't make it." Isaac explained gesturing to the room.
We looked in through the window and it was not something I would wish on anyone. It hurt seeing Keith hooked up to a few monitors but this poor woman had so many actually hooked up to her that I feared for the child in my son's arms. Her little feet were wrapped just like her hands that gripped Keith's Blade uniform. Both needed new bandages and probably needed to be cleaned properly.
"I was curious if it was alright for you guys to watch over (Y/n) since she won't let go of Keith. We tried taking her from him but she held on to his uniform and gave a yelping cry than started screaming. I think it's safe to say she likes him plus we don't know a whole lot about Galran kids." Isaac said with a soft smile as he looked towards my son who gave a slight huff. Keith rolled his eyes at the doctor before shifting (Y/n) making her give sleepy whines of protest. The poor girl was trying to fall asleep but from the way her ears were rested back told me she was to scared to. As I lightly began rubbing the kit's leg for comfort I heard Kolivan tell the doctor that he would proudly take her into his care.
After we made it to our living quarters Keith moved to sit on the couch with (Y/n) tightly holding on to him. I moved to my room to get our first aid kit, the poor kit is going to need new bandages. When I stepped out of my room I looked to Kolivan who sat near Keith lightly rubbing the kit's back.
"Why did you agree to take care of her?" Keith asked Kolivan as I lightly unwrapped her foot and began cleaning it. She whimpered and whined due to the cleaning agents burning.
"A few reasons actually. Kits need the care and love of an adult even if it isn't their parent, but injured kits are even more tricky than uninjured kits. When they are injured they are less likely to trust and cling to someone, fear of being alone or abandoned, versus when they are in perfect health." Kolivan explained as he moved to help me by cleaning her other foot.
"She chose you out of everyone around her. She clings to you as if you are her father, and the fact she trust you so much already isn't something to be taken lightly. You and Krolia are the only ones I have left, I don't want this little one to feel as though she has no one left." Kolivan said lightly rubbing (Y/n)'s back causing her to give a soft chirp.
After we finished cleaning her wounds, she relaxed a little as we all talked. Kolivan quietly got up and went to his room, he came out shortly after with a fluffy red blanket. Kolivan lightly placed it over (Y/n) and Keith making sure both were warm as well as feeling safe. (Y/n) yawned with a squeak and nuzzled further into Keith, her (e/c) eyes drifting shut.
"She feels so small.." Keith mumbled softly letting the kit to snuggle him. I gave a soft nod before standing to go get what we would need to care for her. Kolivan set up the spare room to let the kit have a room if anything is to happen with her mother.
.:.:.Kolivan's POV.:.:.
Once I finished the Kit's room I directed Keith to sit in the room with her so she could get a feel for the room. I sat down in the lounge looking through my data pad for information on various ages of kit to share with Keith. Krolia would do just fine with (Y/n) since she had her motherly instincts to guide her. It wasn't long before Krolia returned with the many items we would need for our new little Blade. After putting most up she came to sit with me on the sofa. She told me that the doctor said he would keep us up to date on the mother's health but it doesn't look like she would improve.
As night approached (Y/n) curiously explored her room crawling anywhere she could. Krolia made attempts to teach her to walk but she would stumble due to her injured feet. I began teaching Keith about young galra and their development. (Y/n) appeared full galra but we could be wrong since we don't have all her data. If she is full blooded than her development would be much faster than that of a human child. Even half breeds were known to grow up like full bloods. The little Blade chirped and mewled every once and a while calling out to us. Krolia told her son that there were chances the kitling imprinted on him but that could change.
"Imprinted?" Keith questioned looking towards his mother.
"Meaning she views you as a parent figure, that may change after a while but even if it does she would still cling to you like she does." Krolia explained before lightly grooming Keith, making him protest before giving up. Looking towards the kit I saw she was watching Krolia from Keith, chuckling I gave a chirping call to her. Her ears shifting up at the call, her little voice squeaking a call back. (Y/n) than began mewling to Krolia asking for her attention, which Krolia gladly gave.
Krolia got up and walked over to the little blade who now held her hands out. Krolia lifted her up before coming to sit back on the couch, shifting the kit in her hands. (Y/n) gave a trill when she felt Krolia begin to groom her, while Krolia kept up with the care I continued to teach Keith about kits. A mewl cut me off mid sentence, I immediately got up to prepare the kit's milk.
"What was that?" Keith asked glancing to at me before lightly rubbing the kit's cheek.
"A mewl. The sound can be used to convey hunger and thirst, the need to void, and the need for physical contact. So while Kolivan has never had a kit of his own, our instincts help guide us through what the call may mean. Speaking of which I'm going to make sure she doesn't have to go to the bathroom first." Krolia called out as she made her way to the kit's room.
It wasn't too long before they both returned to the couch where I offered to bottle to the kit. It took a moment for (Y/n) to understand that the bottle was food before happily taking to bottle. The kit quickly began eating much to fast for my liking, I lightly removed the nipple of the bottle from her mouth. A loud mewling whine echoed around us making Keith flinch at the loudness. After a few seconds I returned the nipple back to her, she took it and ate at a much slower rate. Krolia only laughed before placing to kit completely in my arms. Krolia looked at her data pad for a moment before looking to me, her eyes conveying what I was about to ask. Her mother didn't make it.
As I glanced down at the kit her yellow eyes were drifting shut as she continued to eat, though she was almost done. I rumbled to the kit softly which she returned with her own little purr. Once she finished the rest of the milk I gave her to Krolia. Krolia rumbled to her lightly grooming her to help her relax, Keith gently took a hold of (Y/n)'s little hand in his own. It wasn't long before the small kit fell asleep purring softly. Sighing softly I knew this would be a challenge to pull off but the kits' health is far more important than paperwork. I gathered the kits' newly favorite blue blanket that was fluffy and soft. It was something Krolia bought because it came with a soft and squishy plush.
"Her mother didn't make it, so she'll be in our care from now on." Krolia lightly spoke watching the (Y/n) hold on to Keith's fingers. I lightly began covering the her small frame with her blue blanket.
"Kolivan will you hold her while I clean up?" Krolia now asked softly shifting her. Nodding I sat down and gently took (Y/n) from Krolia's arms. I continued teaching Keith about kits and their way of things that change as they get older.
"Wait so how do kits scent things if their scent glands haven't fully formed?" Keith questioned tilting his head slightly.
"Kits as young as her will urinate when they feel completely safe, for you humans it is called an accident but for Galra it is the young scenting their surroundings. They will do this usually during sleep or when they are overly stressed. And it doesn't matter if it is an item or a person." I said with a chuckle when I saw Keith's shocked look.
He seemed to think about this and I could tell that there were some points where he wanted to say or ask something but didn't. Keith seemed to understand what I meant seeing as he finally said he understood. There were still many things he needed to learn and understand but it take some time and with a kit being around, hopefully he'll learn faster.
"You used to do the same thing Keith. You'd wait until your father would change to go though!" Krolia said now laughing at the memory of Keith scenting things. Keith flushed and looked away, I was about to speak but froze at the warm against my stomach. The scent of pee was faint but still noticeable.
"I'll get you a towel." Krolia said with a smile as she left. Keith stared for a minute before seeming the go into his thoughts.
"You have questions I know you do." I said rumbling to the kit ensuring that she was safe with me.
.:.:.Krolia's POV.:.:.
"Isn't it uncomfortable when they pee on you?" Keith questioned Kolivan as I stepped back in to the room. Kolivan chuckled slightly before nodding.
"It's never comfortable, you know the sudden warmth and the knowledge that it is urine of course. But it's just her way of expressing she feels welcome and safe, that's why I'm not to bothered by it." He explained while helping me place a towel under her so he could go get cleaned. Smiling I sat with her lightly humming to her smaller form. Keith smiled and moved to sit beside us, his hand reaching to lightly rub her ear. I leaned over and nuzzles Keith, I felt so proud of him. Keith may not realize yet but this kit felt safe with him from the very start. I feel she would've scented him if it were for her surroundings causing her such discomfort.
As Kolivan came back out dressed in casual clothes like I was, he lightly held the kits hand. It was getting late but even when Kolivan and Keith headed off to bed I stayed lightly grooming (Y/n). She lightly stirred before she began searching for a nip to feed. Smiling I got up to prepare her a bottle, giving her my finger to suckle on in the meantime. Her bright yellow eyes meet my own, as she blinked awake her little face broke out into a smile. Her little hands reaching for me, I smiled and gently took her hand in my own. She gave a soft purr nuzzling into me as much as she could before she looked at me again.
"Mama!" (Y/n) called with a little chirp. I froze and stared at her before I heard a deep rumble. Looking up I saw Kolivan waking over, gently he took her and nuzzles her.
"That's right kit, we're a family." He said as he rubbed my shoulder.
"Are you okay Krolia?" He asked the kit now entertained with his braid.
"S-she called me Mama.." I said still stunned that the kit had done so. I thought she imprinted on Keith but if she did then why did she call me that? Kolivan chuckled touching his forehead to my own though he quickly moved to finish fixing her bottle.
"Perhaps she feels that motherly instinct of yours. You and I both know she will see us as her parents since we will be raising her." He said watching as she ate slower than when she first got the bottle. I smiled nuzzling the kit as she ate in Kolivan's arms, the only thing I could think was that everything would be okay.
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Pt16
(Hints of citrus. More technical & discussions around consent. No action beyond pg-13)
Forgot an overnight bag.
16:03
I can bring my shoreleave bag to your place?
16:05
K. Have a drawer for you.
16:05
Meet me by the lockers?
16:06
NP.
16:06
Shiro heads in, exultant. The Holts scold him, and Iverson just shakes his head and gives him dirty looks over Colleen's shoulder. Shiro technically isn't his to scold anymore.
When the Holts are done, Shiro gives Iverson a rueful look. "Sir?"
"You're retired, Shirogane. I don't yell at civilians."
Shiro tilts his head a bit and raises an eyebrow.
"Leastaways not the ones that have earned my respect."
"Well. Thank you then, sir. For not taking the piss out of me, sir."
"Shirogane, you were my commanding officer on the Altas. You can dispense with the sir nonsense."
Grinning, "thank you sir."
"Get out of here. Your boyfriend is waiting."
Shiro does a little mocking salute, and heads inside. Matt joins him on the way.
"You gonna push Curt up against a wall and take him, or will it be safe for me to get in a shower? I'm dusty and sweaty."
"It's safe," Shiro says dryly. "We would never do that in there anyway."
"You and Adam did plenty of things in plenty of places, and half the cadets knew."
"Not the locker room," Shiro protests. He doesn't want to explain to Matt why they'd done whatever whenever. With the degenerative disease, and the medicine messing him up... He hadn't been able to get an erection with any reliability. So they'd taken advantage of it whenever it happened. Which meant they had visited several broom closets and on one notable occasion, the roof. Just like he's sick of people wanting to know how sleeping with Curtis goes. They're not. So far Shiro is pretty sure he has gotten it up maybe twice since he was first captured by the Galra.
It had certainly been impossible in captivity. Not that he'd tried. And then after, he'd been busy. And had almost no alone time. No time to try. And no interest, if he's being honest. He'd never felt like it. And now with Curtis, his body still isn't working. It had once, maybe he's pretty sure. Maybe twice.
"Not the locker room... But the roof? Most broom closets... An empty classroom. One of the teacher's offices...and apparently some bleachers?"
"The bleachers was rumor and hearsay. And the office... Was Adam's."
"That doesn't make it better," Matt makes a face. "You guys were disgusting."
"Well. I suppose Curtis and I have a low bar to step over in terms of not upsetting you."
"Sorry. I didn't think about it. Are you okay to even talk about Adam?"
"Yeah. I can handle it."
"Oh. Quiznak. Shiro is... Is Curtis okay with it?"
"Yeah," Shiro grins a little. "Curtis kinda knew him. It's not like we compare our exes to each other. It's just nice sometimes to be able to talk about the good stuff. And we've talked about why Adam and I broke up."
Matt nods a little. He knows Curtis and his previous partner had been very serious. And knows how he died, too. So there's less negative notes to compare on Curtis' side. He wonders how Shiro feels about it. "You guys were good until you weren't," he shrugs.
Shiro shrugs back. He doesn't want to talk about it with Matt. He's told Curtis that he'd put himself first. Adam had been supportive until he'd wanted to come first once in a while. Shiro doesn't regret going to Kerberos. For all he wishes they hadn't been caught by the Galra. Voltron... Doesn't make the torture and blood and death worth it, not really. But it was amazing. The Atlas was amazing. The Coalition. So much good coming out of so much bad.
So many amazing experiences. The views from the bridge of the Castle of Lions. Sitting with Allura just watching the stars. He's seen entire galaxies they didn't even know existed. Met aliens. Seen planets with names he can barely pronounce. Beautiful flora and fauna...
But it was good to feel the wind in his hair. The grit and sand scrape across his skin. It's nice to be home.
Choosing to focus on that, he pushes the door open to the locker room, nose wrinkling at the familiar stench of sweaty bodies. rank flight suits, old socks, and swamp crotch.
Curtis is half changed into civvies and his bag is on the bench ready to grab and go.
"That's a face," Curtis teases, finishing pulling on his pants and fastening them. Stuffing some things into his bag and zipping it shut, he goes over to Takashi and kisses him. "You smell like you belong in here anyway," he teases gently.
"How can you tell?" He points out.
Matt makes a face at both of them, and heads to his locker. "I'll catch you guys later, I need to wash up."
"Yeah, see you soon?" Shiro suggests.
"Definitely. Don't be a stranger."
Curtis kisses Takashi's cheek. "You okay if I shower at your place? I hate the showers here."
"You're welcome to treat my place like your own," he points out. Leaning into Curtis he feels warm when Curtis puts an arm around his shoulders. It's nice to be openly loved.
They walk out. It takes a bit, some people wanting to greet Shiro. Some people happily ribbing Curtis about what he's going home to.
When they get to Curtis' car he squeezes Takashi's hand. "Does it bug you when they tease us about sex?" He's noticed his partner get more withdrawn as it went on.
"It seems good natured," he shrugs. He doesn't want to talk about the embarassing reason it makes him uncomfortable. For all Curtis kind of already knows. He hasn't just said right out that he can't get it up. They talked about how he feels like his body maybe doesn't work right and he's uncomfortable in it. For all that's far less true now. Between Curtis, the 'family' reunion the day before, pulling off the cliff stunt on a whole new piece of technology. He feels pretty good. He feels more like himself.
When they get back to his place, Shiro makes a face at Curtis when he plugs his nose. "I can smell you in here, now, for sure. In the locker room it was hard to tell."
"I pulled off the impossible today," he counters, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "I think a little smell can be forgiven." He leans in to kiss Curtis, who kisses him back.
Curtis kisses him back, wrapping his arms around Takashi. He's never seen him seem so alive and thrilled. Nuzzling his neck, Curtis smiles. It's not that he hasn't seen Captain Shirogane electrified and in charge. He's seen him flush with a succesful military manouever, seen him cheer after winning a pitched battle. But there was always something behind it. Some darkness, or guilt... Pain. Not this. Not this time. This is different. The victory is open and innocent. Takashi is obviously pleased with himself.
"Hm. Reminds me," he pulls away and swats Takashi upside the head. "Don't you dare just drive off a cliff with no warning ever again, you jackass."
"I knew what I was doing."
"I knew you'd have no problems driving that thing. I just didn't expect you to do that. No one did!"
"It was kind of hot though, right?" He starts kissing Curtis again. They end up against a wall. He's pushed Curtis into it, not thinking.
"You're always hot," Curtis reminds him. He kisses along the other man's jaw.
Shiro's breath catches and he pulls Curtis in closer. Kissing harder, he wishes Curtis would let him move in closer. Their hips aren't close together and he wants them to be. Wanting to tug up Curtis' shirt, take things further, he's barely thinking.
Curtis reaches down to tug Takashi forward by his belt loops, bringing their bodies flush. He moans a little, pushing into his partner a little harder.
Shiro whimpers a little, needing more. It sort of pops into his brain that he's rock hard and trying to figure out how to grind on Curtis without really being able to move. Curtis has him trapped, fingers still hooked tightly in his pants.
"Takashi," Curtis pulls back. "Hey, slow down." He knows a big part of his reluctance to go past kissing with Takashi is how uncomfortable and miserable he's been. Curtis doesn't want sex to become a coping mechanism or crutch in their relationship.
"Curtis," he protests, confused.
"I will kiss you all you want," Curtis promises. "I just don't know if we're ready for the next step."
"Curtis," he turns red. Taking his hand and tugging it close to his groin, he looks down. He doesn't bring their hands to even touch. Just. Close. "I might... I might not be able to, when we're ready."
Pulling his fingers free of Takashi's belt loops, he gently slips them under his chin and lifts. Gives him a wicked grin, "oh trust me. That won't be an issue."
"This... The...I haven't...I haven't since...you don't understand," he stumbles.
It takes a few more seconds of incoherent rambling before Curtis understands what Takashi is trying to tell him. "That long?" He asks, almost concerned. "Oh wow."
"I don't... It just doesn't happen anymore. I... I want... I want to be with you," he says almost plaintively.
"You can't....?" Curtis makes an obscene gesture.
"No..." He turns a darker red, and can feel the heat rising off his face. "Maybe now? Without the arm, and my shoulder healing? I don't..." He shrugs. "Too late now," he points out, glancing down.
"Well we both need to shower," Curtis shrugs. "Maybe I could help you out a little?" He suggests, kissing Takashi's neck and catching his earlobe for a second.
Shiro feels like his whole body is electrified. "You won't be disappointed when it doesn't work?"
Giving him a wry look, "I want to have sex with you. I just think we need to have several conversations before we do any of it. There's some stuff I hate and there might be things you don't like. And for both of us, one wrong move could be a serious trigger. So. Do I want you? Yes. Gods yes. When it happens will I rock your world so hard you forget your own name? Hell yes," he grins when Takashi turns red again. He'd just almost faded to a light pink. "But, I want to wait until we've both talked extensively."
"I'm gonna hold you to that," he mumbles. "Do you wanna order take out or should we cook something?" He resigns himself to nothing happening.
"Let's see how we feel once we're both clean?"
"You're a pain."
"I'll help you through it, you just have to do the work yourself," Curtis says patiently, and watches understanding dawn on the other man's face.
"Won't that be some kind of torture? I don't think I'd have the willpower if I was in your place," he points out, for all he has butterflies in his stomach.
"It'll be fine. Who said I was just gonna watch and not handle myself?"
Swallowing hard, he feels a few minutes of panic. "Curtis... What if I just can't?"
Curtis' first instinct is just to dismiss it. But he can see it's genuinely stressing his partner out. "Let me worry about that. That's my job," he kisses Takashi gently. "And if it doesn't work, we'll try a bunch of different stuff until it does." He kisses over his neck, catches his earlobe, and gently starts to tug his shirt off. His hands wander up and over Shiro's scarred chest, before slipping around to his back to pull him closer. His shirt slides back down, covering Curtis' hands.
Kissing him slowly, and gently, he holds him close. It's not about how hard and fast they can kiss. It's about how much they love each other.
Eventually, Curtis pulls back. Takashi's eyes are lidded heavily as he looks at Curtis with a mix of affection, lust, and contentment. He's completely out of it. Leaning back in for more kisses, his lips feel swollen and they were being gentle. He vaguely wonders how long they've been at it.
He's trapped in some limbo between utter peace and desperate lust. "I need you to kiss me like that more often," he says against Curtis' lips.
"Of course," Curtis promises. Gently pulling Takashi's shirt off, he kisses along his collar bone. Soft. No demands. Just enjoying the feel of his partner's skin under his lips and tongue. Hooking his fingerips into the front of his waistband, Curtis starts moving slowly backwards towards the bathroom, tugging Takashi with him.
(I might just delete it all? I dunno.)
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Day 01. RESET
Based on the January 2019 prompt list published by @downwithwritersblock
The future is now.
Author: @blackpaladintshirogane
Ship: Klance
Characters: Keith, Lance, Acxa, Zethrid, Ezor.
Warning: S8 spoilers, offensive language.
Summary: During a BOM benefic delivery, Keith encounters a rebel resistance Galra group that attacks him an puts his life in jeopardy. Fearing he may die anytime even thought the war is over, he flies to Altea to find Lance and confess his feelings.
Song:
"Keith, do you copy?"
Acxa's voice sounded, worried, on the other side of the comms. She had been trying for a while now to reach her captain, but there was no sign of him since he had gone down to the planet they were currently in, looking for signs of life they could help.
Now that the war was over, the Blade of Marmora had been renewed. They were still incredible skilled warriors but now their duties had been changed to deliver help to the places in the Universe that had been affected by the battles and the destruction. They usually did not have any trouble but today it had been different and Keith, who always took the responsibility of patrolling the area before landing, was not answering his team's call.
"Maybe we should go down ourselves, just in case" Ezor suggested, also worried by the lack of answer.
"Give the little one a bit more time. He's tough" Zethrid added.
"This is weird"
Acxa worked on the ship's panel of control, trying to look for anything she could possibly do, but she got jack.
Meanwhile, on the ground , Keith was running for his life.
Panting, with his lungs already aching every time he gasped for air, the boy was trying to escape his persecutors, who he could hear, yelling to each other, only a few steps behind him.
The attack had taken him by surprise, but, still, he was punishing himself for being so careless. If he hadn't been agile enough, his blood would be painting a beautiful canvas on the rocky landscape of the planet.
It had been Garla, nonetheless, the ones who had tried to kill him. Maybe that was the reason why he was running and not fighting back: the shock he had upon seeing the purple skinned soldiers, referring to him as paladin of Voltron, even though it had been years since the lions had abandoned them.
"Acxa!! Ezor!! Zethrid!! Somebody!? Do you copy me!?" he shouted over the comms between gasps, but the plain and cold static answered him.
Tired already, desperately trying to reach his team for help, Keith did not see the rift splitting the ground in two at his feet and he fell right on it, with a cry of pain, hitting his ribs on the ledge and spraining his right ankle on the deep hole. Soon enough, he was able to feel the warm blood running, tickling his skin under his tight suit.
He struggled to get himself out, not caring about injuring himself even more, but in vain. The rift was shallow but too narrow, so he was trapped on it. Little was worth all his screaming and cursing, and then a shadow hovered over him and the click of a gun and an evil laugh reached his ears.
"Look at you. The mighty Red Paladin, trapped like a rat in a hole on the ground. Pathetic"
"Fuck you" Keith growled , angryly, which earned him a kick on the head that made him spit blood out of his mouth.
"Shut it, and try not to keep spilling blood over my new skin trophy. Now. You're gonna be a good boy, and tell us where the rest of your team is"
"What are you even barking about? Haven't you heard the war is over?"
Keith could almost hear how the big warrior gritted his sharp teeth.
"We know, but you worms are still alive. That's insulting to us, to the memory of our great Emperor Zarkon. You destroyed it all!! We want our revenge!!"
"Then get me out of here and I'll show you the blade Zarkon tasted!!"
His words had the effect required and the soldier grabbed Keith by his neck and raised him in the air and out of the rift like a flower out of its soil, to throw him on the ground under his feet with anger. The boy twisted in pain to the impact. He probably had a few ribs broken.
"I'll break every single bone in your tiny body"
"Fuck you" Keith cursed again at him, but before the soldier could even point his gun at him, he was brought down alongside his companions by three figures that appeared out of nowhere.
"Keith!!" Acxa shouted, upon seeing her captain on the floor, the blood starting to shine through the dark fabric of the suit.
The three warriors ran to help him.
"The blade Zarkon tasted?? Do you have a death wish? " Zethrid faced him while Acxa and Ezor inspectioned his wounds.
"Stupid human" Acxa mumbled between her teeth, "It wasn't even you who finished Zarkon. It was Lotor"
"Who cares. I had to win some time and it worked, right? " Keith whispered, feeling how the exhaustion was starting to catch up to his muscles and brain.
"They were going to kill you!"
"No. I can't... I can't die. I have to do something first"
"Yeah? Like what?"
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The day had dawned sunny and warm, and Lance was heading for the orchard to take care of his crops, with one of the altean kids that lived alongside him and other alien families on the farm he had retired to after the war was over, seeking peace of mind and relaxation after all the stress and fear that it had brought upon them. What he did not expect to receive were the news of the arrival of a stranger warrior out of the mouth of another of the children that were running around, and even less it being Keith in the flesh.
"Wow, that mullet gets worse with the years" Lance jokingly said as soon as his former partner was close enough to hear him.
Keith laughed to his words, but he merely managed to scoff. His broken ribs pained him too much to actually burst a laughter and, even though he tried to hide it, he was limping. Also, Lance knew him all too well.
"Are you okay?" the Cuban asked, with a worried look on his blue eyes.
"Just a mission that went wrong. Nothing to worry about"
Lance raised an eyebrow.
"A mission? I thought the Blade was doing humanitarian work now?"
"Um, yeah we do..." Keith wondered his eyes away from Lance's, "But I... Found myself with some old glories that recognized me. And they weren't nice to me"
"Okay, you're coming with me now. You need to lay down"
Keith half smiled upon seeing Lance's face, frowning with a troubled look. He would have tried to argue with him over it, but he knew there would be no way to make him desist, so he followed his friend to his home, were Lance made him lay on a very comfortable couch while he made some hot coffee.
"There you go" he said, offering him a cup, "Now would you tell me why you're here? Do you need a place to heal your wounds? You can stay if you want"
The offering took Keith by surprise. He hadn't even thought about that possibility.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah! We have plenty of room here and I could use..." Lance stopped himself before saying what was roaming his mind and blushed to the very thought of even telling Keith what he actually wanted to say, "You'd be welcome"
"What was that?"
"What was what?"
"The sentence you didn't finish" Keith teased him, accommodating himself on the couch.
"Stay on your back" Lance ordered him in a soft voice, avoiding the question at the same time.
"I'll stay if you make me"
"Wha... What?"
Lance's face lighted up like a lighthouse and Keith smiled softly at him.
"I came here for a reason, Lance. I... I almost died in this mission--"
"You what!?"
"Let me finish! Dammit! Those soldiers almost killed me and the thing is... I could not stop thinking about... About how much I regretted not visiting you more often. Not... Talking to you since months ago. Not being by your side"
"What do you mean with all that, Keith?"
"Fuck! Lance!" Keith snapped, making a pinch of pain flood his chest on the process, "I'm not good with this feelings shit..."
The Cuban boy smiled.
"You mean to tell me you missed me, mullet?" Lance asked with a cheeky grin.
"Yes but, not only that"
Keith's cheeks started to dye red as he spoke. He wanted to shout it at Lance, but what if his friend did not feel the same?
Suddenly Lance raised from his seat and approached him, kneeling by his side, on the floor.
"What else then?" he asked with shiny eyes, placing his hand on Keith's knee. His altean marks seemed to flash for a second.
"I... I was scared, Lance. I thought I'd die and I'd never see you again. I'd never get to tell you that... Fuck... That I love you, dammit. That's it, I said it, now you can reject me or hate me if you want"
Keith stared into the black liquid that filled his mug, trying to ignore the feeling of crying that was crowling its way up his chest. He was regretting his words right now. Lance was still probably mourning Allura. He could see it on his eyes every year when they met before her statue to remember her. There was still love shinning in them.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have--"
But his words died on his throat as Lance leaned forward and pressed his lips against his', catching him by surprise.
"I love you too" the boy answered, breaking the kiss after a few seconds.
Warm tears streamed down Keith's cheeks, releasing all the pressure he had been feeling inside. Lance ran quick to hug him.
"Careful" Keith said between sobs, "My ribs"
"Sorry" Lance tried to pull back, but Keith wrapped him with one arm and pulled him back to his chest.
"I don't care about the pain. I just need you close now"
They stayed like that in silence for a few minutes until Lance broke the silence.
"You think it's too late to join the Blade?"
"What?"
"Well this calm life... Is driving me nuts. I wanna go back up there. With you"
Keith smiled wide and planted a quick kiss on Lance's lips.
"I guess I can find a suit for my sharpshooter"
–Chimera.
#voltron#vld#voltron legendary defender#lance mcclain#voltron imagines#lance#keith kogane#keith#voltron fic#vld keith#vld lance#klance#keith x lance#writing prompt#2019#january#i tried to fix that awful ending in the process#vld s8 spoilers#starset
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Leaves (Plance Fanfic)
Inspired by @gardenr post
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"Shall we go?"
"Yes we shall." Pidge says wrapping her hands around Lance's arm.
It's been a year since the Paladins of Voltron defeated the Galra and it's been 4 months since Pidge and Lance started dating.
Surprisingly, even though the Paladins became famous and well-known throughout the world, people still treat them like normal civilians which is surprising to them, aside from the occasional autographs and selfies of course, but nonetheless they rather have this then being swarmed everyday by people.
"So Sharpshooter, where exactly are we going for our date?" Pidge asks as they continued to walk in the autumn scenery street.
"To the park."
"Park?"
"Mhmm."
"Why the park?" Pidge asks, looking at Lance a bit confused.
"Since it's fall, I thought maybe we could just enjoy our time watching the leaves fall in the park, not a lot of people visit parks anyways so we might get the park all to ourselves." Lance says as he placed his hand on Pidge's face to remove a strand of her golden brown hair from her face.
She giggles placing her small hand on Lance's hand.
"That would be nice if we can have the park to ourselves." She says as she looks at Lance's ocean blue eyes as he smiles at her.
"EWWW GET A ROOM YOU TWO!!" A voice shouts in the distance as Lance and Pidge break apart from each other confused on who screamed at them, Pidge turns around to see his brother on the other side of the street. Matt laughing and teasing at them after seeing there reaction to his yell, after that he just waved at the two lovebirds and continued his way back home to not disturb the two.
.....
"That was...... pleasant." Lance says a bit pissed that Matt ruined their moment.
"Let him be, once he gets into a relationship with someone we'll tease the heck out of him for revenge." Pidge says trying to lighten Lance's mood as he chuckles at her.
"So shall we continue our walk to the park, m'lady?" Lance says as he held his hand up for Pidge.
Pidge chuckles. "Yes we shall." She replied, placing her hand on his as they continued to walk to the park while holding hands.
.....
"WOAH!! WE ACTUALLY HAVE THE PARK ALL TO OURSELVES!!!" Pidge yells in excitement as she looks around the autumn aesthetic park.
"Which is great because we can spend more time together without being INTERRUPTED." Lance says screaming the last word still a bit pissed over Matt earning a giggle from Pidge.
"Lance stop being a grumpy pants and enjoy this day with me." Pidge says as she grabbed Lance's hand as they ran towards there area where there are a lot of leaves on the ground. Pidge sees this and her mind instantly told her to gather some leaves to make a huge mountain of leaves to later demolish it. She tells Lance the idea and now they start to make the huge pile of leaves.
.....
After an hour of gathering leaves, they finally finished creating the huge pile of leaves.
They both step back to marvel and observe there work first before they could destroy it.
"This is Captain Mcclain and Captain Pidgeot speaking, we are now prepared to do a landing please calm down and stay on your respective seats cus this landing might be rough. Can you do the honors on landing this plane, Captain Pidgeot? " Lance says in a pilot voice making Pidge laugh.
"You dork." She laughs as she grabs Lance's hand running towards the pile of leaves they created.
.....
"You're so cute." Lance says out of nowhere making Pidge blush a bit.
"No I'm not." She replies as she continues to step on the leaves to see which one crunches loudly.
Lance laughs seeing his girlfriend acting like a little kid rejoicing when she steps on a very crunchy leaf.
"Hey Lance." Pidge says as Lance approaches her.
"Yeah?" Lance says a bit confused of Pidge's smirking expression.
"Since you told me I'm cute, and your pretty. Don't we make a pretty cute couple?" Pidge teased with a smirk.
It was silent for a while, Lance at the moment was procession on the pick-up-line she just said to him.
"Hello? Earth to Lance?" Pidge asks waving her hand in front of Lance's face, chuckling seeing him flustered and red.
Lance looked away sighing.
"Jeez.... I just hope I don't die from your pick-up-lines."Lance says, overwhelmed with the pick-up Pidge said to him.
.....
"PFTTTTTTTTTTTT.... HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Pidge laughs amused over her boyfriend's reaction to her silly pick-up line. She never seen this side of Lance ever, it was...... adorable.
After a while of flustered Lance and adorable laughing Pidge, Pidge calm down from all of the laughter and was about to pass out from laughing to much making Lance roll his eyes, smirking.
"Well it feels more like, you, dying then me dying over your dorky pick up line." Lance says as Pidge sighs, smiling at him.
"Please I'm sure you can do a perfect, dorky pick-up line then mines." She says as she looks at Lance her smile turning into a smirk.
"Yes, Yes I can Pidge." Lance says looking at sun, setting.
"Crap..... its already 6:28 pm...." Pidge says looking at her watch. Lance looks at her a bit sad that there date is about to end but smiles as he gently held Pidge's hand, lightly kissing it.
"We'll go on another date tomorrow Pidge, we'll make it more memorable then this one so we wouldn't forget about our dates." Lance says as Pidge chuckles.
"Alright tailor, we better have another date tomorrow otherwise, you have to deal with a moody and upset girlfriend the next day." She says as they both start to walk out of the park to go on there separate ways.
"We will alright." He says as they arrived at the entrance of the park or for case the exit.
"Well, I'll be on my way then-"
"On your way? I'm going to follow you home Pidge."
"What are you a stalker? Lance you know I can handle myself." Pidge says as she looks at Lance confused and a bit upset that Lance doesn't trust him.
"No that's not my reason." Lance says as he looks back at her.
"Then.... What is your reason?"
"My parents told me to always follow my dreams." Lance says with a wink and smirk.
"Follow my dreams? What does that-" Pidge says, soon realising what he meant.
.....
"Pidge you are my dream-"
Lance was soon tackled into a hug by Pidge.
"You are such a dork...." Pidge says, a bit muffled because of her face being on Lance's chest.
"I'm just trying to return the cheesy and dorky pick-up lines Pidge." Lance says as he returns the hug, smiling.
It's now 6:32 pm, but they can waste 8 minutes of their time hugging and being a cute couple and being their by each other for those 8 straight minutes, besides, they have time to travel back to Pidge's house because it only took them 10 minutes to get from her house to the park.
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I had to get this off my chest, but you know how Galra resembles cats? Imagine Keith had a cat tonge, you know, not soft?
There you go, sweet anon. I hope you enjoy it :3
The first time Shiro found out Keith’s tongue was different, was in their first kiss.
They sat on the Garrison rooftop, underneath the sparkling, starry sky. At this point at night, all the facility’s lights were off, which let the dark of the sky decorate itself with those bright constellations. They always loved to watch them, find them, sing their names; a game they made for themselves just for the fun of it. Just because they could.
At some point, stargazing wasn’t their only occupation. Instead of watching the darkness and the brightness that the sky brought with it, they watched each other. They talked more, got closer, with reddening cheeks and butterflies in their stomachs. Their hushed voices became intimate with whispers of words that made those butterflies burst out of their mouths and surround them with warmth and so many colors, that within that bubble they made for themselves - they could only see each other.
It was Shiro who got close, first. With a throbbing heart and a heated face, he leaned in, aching for the other’s mouth to be on his. Between half closed eyelids, he could see Keith’s own eyes finally blinking shut, while he was sliding his hand on the older man’s neck, just underneath the jaw. Their breaths mixed between themselves, softly hitting the other’s skin, until finally - their lips connected.
Shiro pressed Keith closer to him, as he let his arm wrap itself around his back. Their kiss grew deeper as they parted their lips for each other in a mutual invitation inside.
That’s when he felt it. A rough tongue against his own softness. His eyes opened in surprise, but he didn’t - disliked it. It was just odd. He had never met anyone with such a tongue before; it felt like running his tongue against a rocky, wet surface.
Yet something in him craved for more.
The kiss, however, was over, with each of them catching their breaths, and Shiro couldn’t help but stare.
Keith opened his eyes slowly first, then saw the other’s gaze, and let his own widen with embarrassment. “I - I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I should’ve - I should’ve warned you. That’s - that’s just my tongue. I don’t know why it’s like that. I’m sorry if I hurt you, I just - “
Shiro made him stop blabbering when he pressed their lips together again, just for a moment. It worked - Keith was in awe too much to speak. The older man smiled and somehow managed to press him closer, as if they weren’t close enough. “Don't… Don’t apologize. It’s okay.”
“It’s - it’s not. How can you say it’s okay? It’s weird and no one else has that and -”
“I liked it.”
The moment it silence between them stretched for a little while. “… What?”
“I… I liked it. It didn’t feel bad. Sure, it was weird in the first few seconds, but… it’s interesting. I’ve never met anyone with a tongue like yours before. And - - you know. It was. Kinda… Nice.”
When Keith spotted the blush on Shiro’s cheeks, he bit his lower lip. “Really?…”
The nod from the other man was instant. “Really,” he smiled. “Can I - look at it?”
“Look at my tongue?”
“Yes - I mean - sorry. You don’t have to. It’s a weird question anyways.”
After a small pause, Keith nodded. None of them minded that they were still in each other’s arms, finding warmth in each other against the cold of the night.
Keith opened his mouth and let his tongue slide out. As Shiro ran his thumb on it, he could feel the sandpaper roughness, as if a thousand tiny knives protected the muscle from harm. Yet against his own, that roughness didn’t hurt. It welcomed him, intrigued him, fascinated him.
Only then did he notice small, sharpened fangs peeking, and honestly, they were one the sweetest thing Shiro had ever seen in his friend’s features.
He let Keith’s mouth go and smiled at him with nothing but affection. “I think it’s unique. Just like everything else about you, Keith.”
Blushing hard again, the younger man moved his head down and pressed his forehead against Shiro’s chin. “I’m not unique. I’m just weird.”
“Your oddness is part of what attracts me to you, Keith. You're… so special in so many ways. If others think it makes you odd in a bad way, then they’re blind. I see what’s really inside you,” Shiro’s voice turned so sweet. The fact that he was the one to lift Keith’s chin - and not let him raise his gaze on his own - was a sheer coincidence; Keith would have done it either way.
“You’re the only one who says that, “ Keith whispered.
“Then I’m the only one that can see.”
The gratefulness on Keith’s face was melting to watch. He then began saying his is praising on Shiro, which made them both equally red.
They kissed a lot more that night, and many more nights since.
*
The first time the other members of Voltron found out about Keith’s tongue, was right after a mission.
The team got off a dangerous planet, that was filled with toxic gas instead of air, and monsters that used acid as weapon.
Keith was hurt hurt - however, not as badly as was expected. As a result of a fight with one of the monsters, the glass on his helmet broke and he was exposed to the toxins in the sickly place - a fact that drove Shiro to react with a burst of anger at that particular acidic beast, and manage to kill it with one blow of his prosthetic against the creature’s face. As of the red paladin himself, he felt weak and sleepy; he was pale much beyond the healthy pigment of light colored skin, and in general he couldn’t talk or do much more than fighting to catch a breath. As soon as they were back in the castle, Shiro brought him to the healing pod for a few hours, and the black paladin was the only one that didn’t leave his side the entire time.
When the red paladin was finally out of the pod, his boyfriend brought him to get checked out by Coran, and that’s when the others joined them as well - all but Allura, who needed to run the castle while her advisor was absent. It seemed that Keith was by then mainly exhausted, but the general examinations were necessary - he agreed to them for Shiro’s sake, but in the condition that he would be taken to his room immediately after that, tucked in and cuddled.
“It’s remarkable,” Coran smiled. “Your damage should have been much worse. This planet is known as pretty deadly.”
“Guess I’ve been lucky,” Keith shrugged, raising another arm for the Altean to check.
“Maybe it’s because you’re half an alien,” Lance said, to which Hunk nodded.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. Keith is safe. That’s what’s important now,” Shiro said impatiently.
“I’ll be fine, Shiro. Don’t worry about me.”
“Open your mouth,” Coran asked of him. “Tongue out.” When Keith did as said, the other touched his tongue with his gloved hands. He hummed, observing the wet muscle curiously. “Mmm. I didn’t know the human tongue is so coarse. It certainly doesn’t seem that way. Gotta be careful, right? Don’t want you to tear up my gloves.”
“The - what now?” Lance’s eyes widened, as the other paladins looked at Keith, puzzled.
“Um - human tongues vary between several textures, but… they’re all more or less soft and relatively smooth. I have never heard of a human’s tongue that’s coarse,” Pidge said, straightening up her glasses. “Definitely not in the way you described it.”
“Hmm. It probably comes from your Galra origins,” Coran hummed. When he was done examining the tongue, he let Keith go and threw the gloves away. “Your recovery is good. Make sure to rest a lot for the next fifty vargas. Come back to me if you feel unusual pain, itch or if you see strange spots swimming in your vision.”
“Alright. Thanks, Coran,” Keith smiled weakly and got off the chair, and Shiro immediately joined his side.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Lance exclaimed. “Coran said your tongue could tear his glove?! I wanna see it! It sounds so cool! Can I touch it?”
“No,” Keith said, “stop being weird. It’s just a tongue.”
“Wait, Shiro - you and Keith are together for a long time. You knew about this, right?” Hunk asked.
Shiro shrugged. “Yes. So?”
“How does it feel? Did you touch it? It’s it like a cat tongue? Does it hurt?” Lance asked enthusiastically.
“Well - I don’t think you need to know all that,” the black paladin said, blushing slightly.
Pidge smirked. “Oh, I see where this is going.”
Lance liked at her, confused. “What? What do you mean?”
“I think you know what it means, Lance,” Hunk looked at him meaningfully.
It took the blue paladin some time to get it, but then - he did. “Ah. No. Ew. Gross!”
While Keith rolled his eyes, Shiro put his arm around him and began leading him ahead to the direction of the hall that would lead to the black paladin’s room. “Alright, that’s enough. Keith, you heard Coran. At least fifty vargas of rest. I’ll prepare our bed while you take a shower, okay?”
At that, Keith couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah. I’d love that. Thank you, Shiro.”
Lance gasped and hid behind Pidge with a scared expression. “Ah jeez. I did not want to hear that.”
Keith eyed him confusedly. “Why? Isn’t it normal for boyfriends to share a bed?”
“Not in the way I know you meant. And not with a cat demon.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I am not a cat demon!” The red paladin said angrily, yet stayed within Shiro’s arm - he was still exhausted, and still depended on his boyfriend for support. With a whisper reaching his ear, he relaxed and shook his head. “Alright. You’re lucky Shiro is here. For the rest of you, goodnight.”
*
In their bed, tucked in and cozy, Keith rested against his boyfriend with a small smile. Despite his fatigue, he was still awake, watching the other with his calm, warm gaze. “Thank you for saving me back there, Shiro.”
Shiro hummed and pressed the red paladin closer. “Of course. I’ll always be here to protect you, no matter what… cat demon.”
A groan was released into the air as a slap reached Shiro’s bare chest with in a high pitched sound. “Shut up,” Keith murmured, and his lover laughed.
Sleep came not long after; not without a small conversation and some laughter before it. Then, when Keith fell asleep, Shiro kept him in his arms, stroking his hair and allowing himself to witness his lover’s calm beauty.
It was all he needed for that day, in order to catch some rest of his own. It was good enough for Shiro to have rather calm dreams, ones with Keith and cats and a home of their own.
There was always place for hope with Keith Kogane.
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Hey. Could you do one where Lance saves the team but everyone thinks it was Keith, then Lance explodes because they don't appreciate him?
Here you go, I hope you enjoy it!
“We can’t hold on much longer!” Pidge cried into the coms. She once again tried Green’s control only to receive a sound of groaning metal as they struggled against the dark purple tendrils wrapped around their limbs and torso holding them to the ground.
Keith and Lance who were already on the surface rushing the civilians to safety, looked over to see the condition the lions were in and began running over to them. At seeing the Galra hoarding around the lions, Keith growled and summoned his bayard. Lance grabbed his arm and Keith looked at him.
“Ignore them, the lions won’t let them in,” he reasoned trying to pull him away. “We need to find out how they’re trapping them and free them,” Keith impatiently ripped his arm away and turned to the Galra. He gave a loud battle cry and sprinted into the fray leaving behind a face-palming Lance. He contemplated joining him but when a streak of the black lighting shot out from behind a nearby cove by the lions, he instead made his way to the spot and ducked down behind an outcropping. He peeked over it and watched the circle of four druids chant ominously and hold their hands out towards the lions. He breathed out and shot up, nailing one of the druids in the back knocking them down instantly.
“Ack,” he gasped when a bolt of lightning struck him on the side of the ribs. Thankfully his armour took the brunt of the damage but he still felt winded.
“Get him,” one of the druids hissed to the other two. They immediately turned and faced the rock that Lance was hiding behind. He didn’t give the chance before he was taking another shot that went through the left druid’s forehead. They slumped to the ground bonelessly and before Lance could take cover again he was snatched out from behind the rock and speeding forward and stopped right in front of the druid.
“Nice day?” Lance tried with a small grin. He couldn’t see the druid’s face but he could tell that it was unimpressed with him. He saw the druid’s hand slowly curl into a fist at his side and gradually felt his chest constrict. He started struggling earnestly and clawed at the front of his armour as his breath left him quickly and a crushing feeling built in his ribs. He felt his arms pin themselves to his sides and he couldn’t look away from the shadow where the druid’s face was supposed to be. It let out a deep laugh and clenched his hand tighter making Lance choke in pain. He lashed out with his foot catching the druid on the side and making it release it’s hold on Lance. He stuck his bayard in its gut and pulled the trigger, he didn’t allow himself to think anymore about it before he turned to the last druid. It was watching him with a blank stare but hadn’t made a move to stop whatever spell he had on the lions. Without hesitation, Lance took the shot and turned before he could see the body fall. He watched as the Lions took off from the ground and begin to battle the Galra ships and ran back to where Blue was waiting patiently behind her particle barrier.
“Alright, team lets finish this!” Shiro said encouragingly. Everyone cheered in response and threw themselves into the fight. They were able to destroy many of the fighter ships before the warship began to retreat away from them. They decided to chase after it for a bit before it flew into warp speed and disappeared from their sight.
“Let’s head back to the Caste, we’ll debrief on the bridge when we get back,” Shiro said turning Black around. There were sounds of approval and understanding from the paladins as they too turned and followed their leader back to the ship. They docked in their hangers and left their lions to head up to the bridge.
Lance leaned back in his chair and took a shallow breath in. He flinched and gave a short groan before tenderly touching his ribs. He knew that his ribs weren’t broken but it was possible that they were bruised. He heaved himself up, feeling the weariness in his body. All h wanted to do right now was go to sleep and not wake up for days. He sighed but started to drag himself towards the door. He walked through the bridge door and saw everyone gathered around a sheepish looking Keith. He quirked an eyebrow in confusion and started walking towards them.
“Thanks so much Keith, I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t there,” Shiro said earnestly, giving the red paladin a pat on the back.
“Yeah, that was awesome!” Hunk cheered.
“How did you even do that?” Pidge asked inquisitively. Keith didn’t say anything and instead just shrugged his shoulders.
“Oh don’t be so modest Keith, you did something great today and saved three of your teammates,” Allura added with a smile. With that, Lance understood what was happening and he strode forward even quicker. He was used to not taking credit for some of his heroic actions but this time they didn’t even consider that it was him that he had any part of their rescue. Even though Lance told Keith that fighting the soldiers wouldn’t help anything.
“Hey, why are you thanking Keith?” He asked. “I’m the one that got the lions off the ground,” they looked at him with blank stares.
“What are you talking about Lance?” Hunk asked.
“Yeah, we didn’t even see you the entire time,” Pidge said. Lance’s eyes widened and he stepped back from them slightly.
“You don’t always have to try and take credit for other people’s accomplishments,” Keith said with a huff crossing his arms.
“What?” He asked in surprise. “I don’t do that,” he defended himself glaring at the red paladin who only glared back.
“Okay guys, knock it off,” Shiro said getting in between the two of them. Lance leaned back away from him, as did Keith. He sent a smirk to Lance.
“I did something cool and you can’t handle it, huh?” Keith mocked. Lance’s eyes widened and he looked at Shiro to gauge his reaction and only saw him looking at Keith fondly.
“Okay, you know what?” Lance started gaining attention from everyone in the room. “I can’t handle it anymore because you did do something cool. You left to pointlessly fight the Galra soldiers around the lions while I had to go and fight four druids all by myself and because you have a damn martyr complex,” he stepped past a silent Shiro and poked Keith in the chest.
“I told you that the lions weren’t going to open up for anything but you decided to not only risk the Galra taking the lions but also your own life; all for the sake of picking a fight with a few foot soldiers!?” Keith didn’t try to look in Lance’s face and instead decided to look at the ground. Lance sighed and stepped back to look at the rest of the team.
“I’m sick of you guys thinking that I’m not contributing to the mission, no matter what I do, no matter how many Galra I’m able to take down. You always think that it is someone else’s doing. I get it. I honestly do. I know that I’m not the strongest person on this team, and I understand that I’m the weakest link here but I’m not one to give up,” Lance stated earnestly looking at each of his teammates with tears in his eyes.
“I just wish that you could understand how much it hurts that you don’t even consider that I could save this team once in a while,” he broke out. His chin trembled in anger and sadness towards his teammates and he quickly swiped his arm across his eyes.
“I just want to help,” he stated brokenly before he ran out of the room in tears. They watched helplessly as he darted out of their sight.
“What did we do?” Pidge asked quietly to the silence of the room. They looked around at each other and could only shake their heads solemnly.
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(I love the way you write so much!) Please may I request a mild nsfw (since I don't want you to feel too uncomfortable) Keith x female s/o scenario? After finding out he's part galra, Keith starts to go into heat. He's never done anything with s/o before as she's quite innocent-minded, so it surprises him that she wants to do it with him.
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“Seriously y/n!You’ll never know when you’ll need it!”You blushed a dark red as Lance teasingly held up a condom with a cheeky smirk on his face.God knows where did he even get the condom from.“Trust me,you’re gonna need it one day.”Lance winked,giving you his signature finger guns before shoving the condom packet into your hands,walking straight out of the room.You stare down at the packet with wide eyes before another wave of red bloomed on to your cheeks.“Lance!!!”Flustered,you shouted the Cuban’s boy name before racing after him with your slipper in hand,spewing out curses rapidly,trying to throw or hit him with the slipper.
That was a month ago.You didn’t even know why you kept that condom for.It was clearly no use to you at all.The paladins were currently training and you had nothing to do at all.Along with both Pidge and Allura who both trained at a different time from the guys right now.Usually you would’ve been at the sidelines watching them train but Allura forbidden you to go see Keith for this whole month but you simply couldn’t resist seeing your boyfriend.The princess of Altea wasn’t going to stop you at all.Hearing many pairs footsteps walking to the showers,you glanced back at that direction for a bit before sneaking into Keith’s bedroom.You rarely ever get to see Keith at all.Whenever you would check his hangouts,he wouldn’t be there at all.Whenever you were in the room,Keith would always walk out very stiffly.As if someone was pointing a gun at the back of his head kind of stiff.
The room’s door slid open and closed once you had stepped inside of Keith’s room,sitting on the edge of his bed,trying patiently to wait for him to enter after his shower.The sound of the door sliding open was heard as you looked into your ravenette boyfriend’s purplish-blue orbs that reflected off many emotions ranging from fear,lust and love.“What are you doing here (y/-”Keith was cut off by you.“Why have you been ignoring me!”You cried out before continuing,“It’s like you’re never here anymore!Like we’ve never been involved with each other romantically!If you wanted to break up with me,you should’ve told me face-to-face immediately not making me hope that there was something left in-”You squeaked as Keith pinned you on to the wall by your hands,leaning very close to you.“Do I look like I wanted to do this?”Keith muttered as he stared at you with a pained expression,“It’s because I am experiencing my first galra heat and it’s uncontrollable especially if you’re close to me like now!It hurts so bad to control myself from pouncing on you!Allura kept you away from me because of this reason!”You listened to his explanation,letting that information slowly seep into your mind.Thinking back about that condom Lance gave you,it was probably a good time to use it since Keith was experiencing the heat and it was already in your jeans’ pocket so…
“M-maybe I can help?”You stuttered out as a red that could rival the shade of the red lion’s colour could be seen on your face.Keith was shocked that you agreed to this.What if he had made you uncomfortable because he just explained what was happening to him?What would he do then?His face showed pure shock as you stared at him for a bit before gripping his jacket with both hands.Pulling him in,you smashed your lips onto his.By then,he had recovered,kissing you back.Keith let go of your hands and wrapped his arm around your waist while the other slipped under your shirt.You ran your hands through the ravenette’s hair,moaning as you felt Keith group your breast.The red blush on your face that appeared slowly faded off. “K-Keith…”You stuttered out before moaning as you felt him kissing down your neck,leaving hickies.You mewled as Keith found your sweet spot.
Sitting on Keith’s lap,you began to grind on him.Keith groaned,closing his eyes in pleasure.Before any of you could continue or even move,the door slid open to reveal the paladins as well as Coran and Allura.“Keith you’re late for-Argh!!!My eyes!”Hunk yelled as he covered his eyes using his hands,turning away from the two of you.Both of you looked like a deer caught in headlights.“Guys come on.You could’ve locked the door at least.”Shiro sighed,one hand covering Pidge’s eyes. “D-Didn’t I teach you all the locking system to lock the doors.P-Princess?!”Coran exclaimed as he saw the two of you in the lewd position before noticing Allura taking pictures of you two.“Blackmail material.I knew (y/n) would pull a stunt like that so I gave up on keeping them away from each other.”Allura shrugged,seeing everyone except Pidge,you and Keith staring at her.“Told you that you might need that condom one day (y/n).”Lance said smugly,wiggling his brows.
Needless to say,dinner was very awkward and the paladins as well as Coran and Allura never got much sleep that very night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Heya kitties!Sorry for not posting content for a little while…And so it’s my first time at a little NSFW stuff and it took a while for me to actually write this because it was very awkward to write this in front of my family members but I did it.Hopefully it’s not that bad!Thanks for reading this kittens!Also thanks fir(Pun intended) the compliment on behalf of of all the mods here!Be sure to read their writings!~❤️Mod Addi👩🏽🎨
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Hopeless Joy ch. 2
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Pidge dropped to the ground, a sob ripping through her lips and burning her chest. She could hear, faintly, Hunk yelling and pounding on the glass. She heard muffled voices of Keith, Shiro, Allura, and Coran. All begging to know what was going on, all begging to know what was happening to Lance. She felt pathetic when she couldn’t bring herself to tell them. With a muffled scream, she tore her helmet from her head and threw it forward, not looking up to see where it hit.
She gripped her head and cried, screaming with a forcefulness that made her throat burn. “Fuck!” She couldn’t shed her brain from the mental image that was Lance, staring at them with fear in his eyes; with blood dripping from his mouth. With a fucking sword in his gut. “Fuck!” The galra couldn’t take another brother from her, they just couldn’t.
She felt a hand lay on her shoulder, and she jumped. She looked up, staring into the eyes of Hunk. And if this was supposed to make her feel better, it wasn’t. Because…shit. Hunk was Lance’s best friend. From what she had gathered, they had known each other since sometime in middle school. As shitty as she felt, Pidge couldn’t imagine what Hunk as feeling. Watching your best friend in the world be impaled wasn’t something that you can just shake off.
But Hunk. Precious, amazing, selfless Hunk. He looked Pidge straight in the face, and although tears were streaming from his eyes, he put his hand on her shoulder and comforted her. “Pidge. We have to get out of here.” It looked like it hurt to say, “The galra. This was a trap. We fell for it and now we have to go.”
“We can’t!” She gasped, “Lance-”
Pidge watched as Hunk let a sob rip through him, then regained his composure, “I know. I know. I don’t want to leave him either. But we can’t…stay here. Shiro and Keith are in blue, but she won’t leave. She won’t leave Lance. She won’t-” he buried his head in the palms of his hand, a low whine rippling through his chest. “I don’t want to leave Lance.”
Pidge’s eyes softened, her head drooping slightly. She crawled across the pod, grabbing her helmet and pushing it onto her head. “Shiro…” she mumbled, listening to them yell at the lion that him and Keith were currently in.
“Pidge! Are you okay?” She almost wanted to laugh at the question. Because, no, she wasn’t okay. She was just about to leave her brother, cold and dying on the floor of a galra ship.
“Shiro.” She spoke, her voice shaking, “What are we going to do?”
“I don't…I don’t know.” He sounded so utterly defeated, and Pidge felt even more panic overcome her.
“Paladins!” Allura yelled, “You must get out of there. Now. There are sightings of seemingly hundreds of galra fleets on the way. We cannot wait much longer.”
And if Pidge was scared before, she was terrified when all she heard was silence. No one knew what to do, not even Shiro, who had always seemed to have a plan to pull out.
“We can’t get Blue to go, Allura.” Shiro’s voice was soft, scared.
“Where is Lance?” She questioned, and Pidge wasn’t sure how she would be able to muster up the courage to tell them.
Thankfully, she didn’t have to.
A low whine ruffled through the speakers in their helmet, and a deep gasp for air followed. The next few breaths were slow, rasping and desperately trying to regain their breath. A wet cough followed another gasp, and Pidge realized with a sob that Lance still had his helmet on. He was listening as they talked about leaving him, alone and scared in a galra ship.
“Blue…” he moaned, his words slurred and the back of his throat wet with blood.
“Lance!” Hunk screeched, and rest of the team inhaled sharply. Pidge swore she could hear Allura stifling a cry.
“Blue…” he repeated, “Blue…leave.”
“Lance, we’re coming back for you!” Pidge sobbed,
The comms were silent for a few moments, and the team worried that Lance was unable to speak, “No…” His voice, soft and almost incoherent, was laced with a thick layer of anxiety. “No, don’t.”
“Lance-!”
“Beautiful, please take them back…please, blue.” Lance coughed, “Please-”
“What happened?” Pidge demanded, “what…what happened?!”
“Communications seemed to have dropped.” Coran solemnly noted, his voice shaky in a way none of them had ever heard.
“Why? Why would they-”
“Blue is back online!” Shiro called, “She’s starting to move. Pidge, Hunk we’ll be there in just a few ticks.”
“But-”
“We have another battleship entering through a wormhole, Paladins. You must be quick!” Allura seemed panicked, which was one of the first times for the seemingly cool-headed female.
Nonetheless, Pidge wanted to scream. Scream at them. Scream at the galra. Scream at Lance. She rid the last thought from her mind. She couldn’t bear the feeling of anger towards Lance; hell, she couldn’t even make herself to be mad at Lance.
How could she? He didn’t choose to get stabbed in the stomach. Didn’t choose to have what happened happen to him.
He may not have been able to change what happened, but they sure as hell could. They could turn back, go back and save Lance. But her teammates, who supposedly cared for Lance and wished for his safety, were leaving him for who knows what. Pidge couldn’t understand.
Pidge’s heart was beating at a rapid pace, and she felt like she was about to vomit out her lungs. She startled when the escape pod shook, and she looked out the window to see the blue lion’s teeth clamped on to the top of the metal.
“Hunk…” she weakly called, turning blindly to her friend. She wanted to scream into the comms, but she found that her voice would no longer rise above a whisper.
Hunk sounded terrified and choked up, “Yeah, Pidgeon?”
Pidgeon? Pidgeon. Hunk called her Pidgeon?
Oh, she thought.
Lance had called her Pidgeon.
She stepped forward on shaky legs, collapsing into Hunk as he sat on the ground. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her small body. He held her as she sobbed, muttering “we have to go back” over and over again.
“I know…” he whispered, “I’m so sorry you had to see that.” She shook in his grasp, clenching his armor with her fist.
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They landed in the castle, and Blue set the escape pod down gently. However, Pidge and Hunk didn’t move for what seemed like hours.
By the time Shiro was at the escape pod door, asking if they could open up, Pidge’s eyes were raw and dry from crying.
She untangled herself from Hunk, who seemed reluctant in letting her go, and stood on shaky legs. She caught a glance of the rest of the team outside of the pod window, but ignored them and shambled over to the control panel. She pressed a few buttons, waiting for the doors to open. When they did, however, she became startled as someone wrapped their large arms around her. Pidge didn’t realize that they sank to the ground until her knees hit the floor.
“Katie…are you okay?” Shiro. Pidge didn’t even think any more tears could flow at that point.
But they did.
“Lance…he…he-” she tried to get her words out, but couldn’t as the sobs once again resurfaced. She felt a hand lay on her shoulder and looked up to Allura. Coran and Keith were by Hunk, who had yet to move from his spot.
“Don’t push yourself, Pidge. You either, Hunk. When you’re ready, tell us what happened.” Allura smiled softly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Pidge heard Hunk take a deep breath before he started speaking. “We got overrun…there were-were way too many, uh, galrans for us to take on.” He paused, closing his eyes, “And, uh, L-Lance…he got separated from us. We didn’t…god, we didn’t even notice. Pidge…she, um, activated the escape pod. And when we called for Lance…He couldn’t make it…he knew that he couldn’t and he s-sacrificed himself. He shot at the panel with his Bayard and that was it. We couldn't…we couldn’t have done anything at that point.” Hunk covered his face with his hands.
“How bad were…were his injuries at that point?” When Keith spoke, Pidge was startled at the fact that they never told them what had happened at that point.
“One of the galrans…” Pidge jumped at the sound of her own voice, “One of those…monsters.” She looked up at Allura and Shiro, “Pushed a sword through his fucking gut.”
#langst#lance mcclain#lance angst#hunk garrett#pidge gunderson#Allura#voltron coran#takashi shirogane#keith kogane#voltron#voltron fanfic#hopeless joy#hopeless joy ch. 2
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Being Galra is Harder then it Seems ~Klance~ {Chapter 1}
Summary~ Keith wakes up on his birthday turning purple! Soon to figure out his body decided to turn Galra on him. Join Keith’s adventure through his changing body.
Triggers~ slight sexual encountering.
Chapter 1/?
Words: 1,865
{3rd person}
Keith didn't know what happened, but he soon woke up feeling really weird. He looked around in the dark room before sleepily getting up and turning on the light.
"Why the hell do I feel weird.." Keith mumbled and looked down at himself, gasping when he saw purple furrish splotches on his hands and arms. "W-What?"
Keith pulled his shirt off and stared in horror as he saw his torso was almost completely covered with the same stuff on his hands and arms. He then looked behind himself and saw a fucking tail.
Keith shook his head and bit his lip. "T-This isn't happening. I'm going to wake up a-and be completely fine!" Keith breathed in and out quickly as he watched his arms go more purple.
Keith sniffled and ran out of his bedroom. He ran to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. "This isn't happening.." Keith repeated as he stared at himself in the mirror.
Keith's face was turning purple, his eyes were becoming yellow, some of his teeth were even growing sharper! His hair was becoming a dark shade of purple, and his ears- his ears were big like those of the Galra.
"I'm only part Galra.. why the hell is this happening!" Keith started crying and slid down against the wall onto the floor. "Please wake up. This isn't happening, this isn't real. You'll wake up and be the same old Keith you've always been."
Keith shut his eyes tightly and hugged his knees. Keith choked on a sob and buried his face inti his knees. "They'll all hate me like this. Oh god-"
"Get ahold of yourself Keith.. just get up and go back to your room. Wait until everyone wakes up. Yah. I'll do that." Keith wiped his eyes and got up; going out into the hallway and stopping when he heard a gasp.
Keith turned his head and saw Lance standing at the end of the hallway. "How the hell did you get on here!" Lance yelled and hit a button on the wall. Quiznak. Everyone's going to be on Keith in a matter of a minute.
"L-Lance wait! It me K-Kei-" Keith froze when Lance had pulled his gun out on him. "Shut it, Galra. My friends will be here soon and we will figure out what to do with you. Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your back."
Was Lance seriously doing what Keith thought he was doing? "L-ance. I'm not-" Keith yelped as Lance had shot next to him. Keith gulped and slowly got down on his knees; putting his hands behind his back.
Just then, the others got next to Lance and looked over at Keith. "How did a Galra get on here?" Shiro said and looked around. "And where is Keith?"
They all looked around themselves and soon all pointed their weapons at Keith. "What did you do with Keith!" Shiro yelled. Keith shook and stared at all of them. "I-I am Keith!"
Lance scoffed. "Do you really think we'd believe that?" Pidge shot her weapon at Keith and had it wrap around him, tying him up. "We will give you another chance. Tell the truth and we won't hurt you. Lie again and we will have to go to drastic measures." Shiro said.
Keith looked down and whined lightly. "L-like I said, I am Keith! P-lease believe me! I'm as confused as you guys.." Keith took deep breaths.
"You're still sticking with that story? Come on guys let's just-" Lance stopped when Keith screamed, "I'll prove it! Say anything! That Keith would know or do! I swear I'm Keith. J-Just, please.."
Lance looked at everyone else before rolled his eyes. "Well okay. How about..." Lance started thinking before smiling a little. "I say Vol, and you say?" Keith sighed. "Vol... tron?”
"Jesus Christ it is you. Oh my god Keith what happened?” Lance put his gun away and went over to Keith. Pidge unwrapped her weapon from Keith. "I don't know! And seriously Lance, you use that to prove it's me?" Keith shook his head.
"Hey! It worked didn't it?" Lance kneeled in front of Keith. "I-I guess so, but I don't know what's going on. I woke up and this started happening.." Keith looked up when he felt Shiro's hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry. We know it's you. We don't hate you. It's okay." Shiro said softly. Keith nodded and looked over at Allura, frowning when she shook her head and walked into a room, shutting the door.
“T-This is going to be just like when Allura found out I was part Galra, now I look like one!” Keith started crying again. “Worst birthday ever!”
“Wait, how old are you, Keith?” Coran walked up to him. “E-Eighteen..” Keith breathed out and looked up at Coran. “W-Why does it matter?”
Coran sighed lightly. “I think your Galra half wasn’t showing since only one of your parents were Galra, but you seem to have enough Galra in you that now since you’re eighteen, it decided it was time to show itself.”
“Well that’s stupid..” Keith ran a hand through his hair. “I may be part Galra but other than the look and what they are doing right now, I don’t know anything about them.” Coran nodded. “I can teach you things about them. Might as well do that for all of you now since we have Keith like this now.”
“Well is there anything quite important to know about the Galra?” Shiro asked. “Well if you will all sit down, and have Keith come over here, I will gladly tell you.” Coran smiled a little. Everyone sat down, and Keith got up and stood next to Coran.
“Alright, well as you can see Keith has a tail. That shows that the Galra are part feline as you humans would say. That also explains the ears.” Coran pointed at Keith’s ears. “As you know, felines can have heats. Galra males or females are at a possibility of going into heat. For those who down, they go into a thing called rut. Then there are others that don’t do either. They act as one of the roles depending on what their partner is.”
Lance snickered. “Wait-Wait guys I bet this is like that omega, beta, and alpha stuff that people wrote things about online! Jesus Christ this stuff is actually real?” Coran nodded. “Yes, it is real. And I don’t know what Keith would be. It’s around this age or a bit younger when Galrans experience a heat or rut.”
Keith groaned. “Well I don’t want any of that happening.” Shiro sighed. “Keith I know you don’t want this to happen, but it’s happening and we can’t change it. For your sake, maybe you’ll be a alpha. So you don’t, you know, get heats or whatever.”
Keith sighed. “Yah I guess if I at least get to be an alpha, that’ll be fine.” Lance got up. “Coran, what happens if Keith were to go into heat if he’s an omega? Don’t you technically need an alpha figure or something?”
Coran nodded. “They do need an alpha’s knot. And if Keith really does turn out to be an omega, we will be dealing with his heat for a week until it’s over.”
Keith shook his head. “I won’t be an omega. And I don’t want to be Galran! This is so stupid!” Keith huffed and started walking to his room. Lance frowned. “Keith Wait-“ Lance stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Lance, let’s just let Keith be. I see you want to help, but he’s the type of person that prefers to deal with things alone. And I can tell he doesn’t want to talk to me either.” Shiro sighed. “Just give him time alone.”
Shiro then started walking to his own room. Lance shook his head. He didn’t care that Keith wanted to be alone. He was going to try his damn best to help. Lance then started quietly following far behind Keith.
Keith walked into his room and sat down on his bed. “T-This is so stupid.” Keith sniffled and laid down on his bed. Lance walked up to Keith’s bedroom door and gently knocked on it.
“Keith, buddy can I come in? I want to try and cheer you up.” Lance said softly. Keith pulled his pillow over his head. “W-Whatever, come in.” Keith mumbled and pulled his blanket over himself.
Lance walked into the room, and looked over at Keith in the bed. “Keith, buddy everything’s going to be okay.” Lance walked over and sat down on the end of the bed; gently placing a hand on Keith’s leg.
Keith poked his head out from under the blanket. “H-How’s it going to be okay? I’m practically full Galra now! A-And if I’m an omega I’m going to be miserable for a week each month!”
Lance frowned. “Keith, if you do happen to be an omega, we will figure something out for you. I promise. I know we don’t usually get along well, but I will try my best to help you through this. I see how miserable you must feel.”
Keith sat up and hugged Lance tightly, crying into his shoulder. “T-Thank you Lance...” Lance smiled and hugged Keith back, holding him close. “No problem Keith, anything for you.”
Keith buried his face in Lance’s neck and took deep breaths. Lance then started rubbing Keith’s back, noticing Keith’s tail swaying back and forth; which made Lance smile.
After about ten minutes, Lance heard snoring come from Keith and smiled more. Keith had fallen asleep; which means Lance must have really helped. Lance gently laid Keith down and pulled the blankets over him.
Lance sighed contently and ran his hand through Keith’s hair. “Good night, bud.” Lance whispered and stopped when Keith grabbed his arm; hugging it close to himself. Lance blushed and decided to lay down next to Keith, thinking it wouldn’t work if he tried pulling his arm away.
Lance pulled the blanket over himself as well and watched Keith. “He looks so peaceful when he’s asleep..” Lance muttered and yawned. He might as well sleep too. Lance shut his eyes, soon falling asleep.
Lance woke up a few hours later, smelling something sweet. Lance yawned and rubbed his eyes. Just then he started feeling something rub against his leg. Lance opened his eyes, spotting Keith grinding against his thigh. “J-Jesus Christ Keith what are you doing?” Lance blushed and pulled his leg away.
Keith let out a loud whine and panted. “Trying to f-feel good. Feeling so hot.” Keith pulled himself back onto Lance’s leg and started grinding against it again. “Mmh need a-alpha. Want to be full.” Keith whimpered.
Lance gently pulled Keith off of him and got up. “O-Okay well you must be an omega then. I’ll go tell Coran.” Lance quickly left the room, leaving a whining Keith on the bed.
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thinking about how sven wound up in space since it doesn't seem like he's horrifically traumatized like shiro. it'd be pretty dramatic if the alteans landed on earth, and humanity was like 'oh no, please don't lobotomize us!" but then it turned out that the empire was there for the alien refugees camped out all over the place secretly, so humanity was like 'oh, ok, proceed'. which would be better, political dissenter altean akira, or galtean akira on the run from the brain surgeons? both?
Hm you know I’d say Earth probably was fighting Altea though? We know Galaxy Garrison was training fighter pilots after all, and Sven seems like someone who’s been with the resistance for a long time. I imagine our Shiro wouldn’t have been so hostile to people that meant no harm. And when he’s helped by a garla, he’s the first one to trust them. Sven strike me as much more wary and less sympathetic. I feel like he probably joined the garrison knowing he was signing up for an intergalactic war rather than just getting thrown into it. (I feel like this also matches up with his 80s backstory more). Plus, Hira did say they wanted to “spread peace to every world.” I think that includes Earth.
As for Akira, I’m thinking Half-Altean instead of half-galra (because it still frames him as someone from the “enemy,” has the potential to put a rift between him and teammates, ect). I headcanon he’s one of the personal royal guards of the current Empress. But she thought he turned on her and put him through the hoktril operation. Here’s a quick edit thing, full backstory for it below the cut
Allura wasn’t put in cryosleep and lived out her life 10,000 years ago, so I’m guessing we’ve got one of her decendents on the throne. We’ll call her Fala (Allura’s name back in golion). We know Alteans have been searching for the inter-dimensional comet, so how about this–Alfor saved a sample of the original, a single shard that he passed on to Allura, who gave it to her child, ect. Unfortunately, that piece of the comet was corrupted in much the same way the other dimensional creatures that overtook Zarkon were.
Initially, Fala was hoping to tear down and reconstruct the empire’s corrupt system. But after a few years as Empress, Fala has really fallen under the shard’s spell. She keeps demanding that they find the rest of the comet, no matter what–she needs it, they need it. Akira’s taken aback by her drastic change and decides to investigate. When he tries to convince her she’s possessed, he ends up being turned into a non-cog.
And while it does take its toll–making him almost devoid of emotion and more susceptible to suggestion–he still has free will to some extent. His potent quintessence and a tentative mental link with the Black lion managed to save him, but only just. He can only really concentrate on wanting to do a few things at a time though, and often times there’s one particular goal he’s singularly focused on that he pursues relentlessly.
Enter Sven, who breaks into an Altean lab and just so happens to find him. He’s really confused as to why an Altean is a non-cog, and never has he seen one who was able to speak or move so freely. It’s incredibly unnerving, like watching a corpse come back to life. But he looks too much like the paladin who trusted Sven first. The one who deactivated his bayard and surrendered even with a gun trained on him, wholeheartedly believing that Sven would never hurt him.
So maybe it’s something like pity or repaying a debt, but he helps the Altean escape and lets him board his ship. Akira’s memory is remarkably intact, and while he’s a bit fuzzy on some details here and there, he keeps saying he’s going to “save the Empress.” Sven thinks he might be delusional at first, but Slav seems to understand and before he knows it he’s stuck in a lot more trouble than one Altean is worth. Well, if it were anyone else, that is
Other things:
when Akira gets really focused on his goals, he takes up a leadership role. Sven started jokingly calling him Chief, but soon it becomes a habit.
Lance, Hunk, and Pidge were all at the Garrison too but Sven doesn’t know them.
Galaxy Garrison is quite different from the Guns of Gamara, and after realizing the Garrison is a bit corrupt, Sven defects to the latter. The other paladins later join him.
Altean alchemists who like to experiment are this reality’s equivalent of the druids
Prince Lotor is the the last of his kind royal who was put in cryosleep by his parents 10,000 years ago. Sven and Akira find him in an old galra ship and he tells them the only way to end the empire is to reform Voltron.
Akira likes Slav. He thinks the thing where he wraps around people like a scarf is very endearing.
Akira also tells Sven that being around him is very calming and helps him focus. Gentle affirmations here and there–warm words, lingering touches–is the closest thing to comfort he’s been able to feel in a while. Sometimes he even reaches out without thinking, and finds he likes the way Sven’s hand fits in his
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OKAY! I saw that your accepting prompts and was wondering if you could do a platonic Lance and Pidge?! I love them so much
ok, so I had this whole thing typed up before, but then my computer glitched and I’m pretty sure that I lost a piece of my soul when the entire thing was erased. I had to just..NOT focus on this for a while, but I’m finally gonna tackle this again. (fyi, thank you so much for the piece you did base off of my spy au!)
“Ok. we can do this. we’ve spent the last 4 hours to get to this point, I just need to know…are you with me?” Pidge asks, completely serious as she looks to Lance, who nods his head in agreement. they both look back to the hologram, the game that they’ve been playing none stop for hours on end to get to the final boss.
“let’s do this.”
“pidge jump! no! yes! now go and-”
“Lance watch out for that attack! no no no no, don’t jump! yes! aha!”
“Pidge use the sword now! yes! Yes! YES YES YES!!”
“WE DID IT!”
“WE BEAT THE GAME!”
the final animation begins to play as Pidge and Lance whoop and holler, Pidge jumping up and tackling Lance in a hug as they laugh and cheer over their victory. Lance retaliates with a bear hug of his own, rolling onto his back and dragging Pidge with him onto the floor. Pidge tries to jab him in the side to make him let go, but all it did was make Lance do his own jabs, laughter spilling out of both of them as they roll around on the floor, each trying to tickle the other as much as possible to make the other concede defeat. by the end of their impromptu tickle fight, both were heaving on the floor, still giggling at each other very chance they could.
Pidge can’t remember the last time she laughed this hard, having to hold her sides from how much they hurt. she rolls over and looks at Lance, who has somehow managed to sit himself up on the bed, taking in deep breaths to try and stop the bursts of giggles that come up between every few breaths.
wait. she does remember the last time she had this much fun. it was when her brother and dad were still on Earth. they had a game night the night before they had to leave for kerebros, they all ended up laughing the night away, trying to get in as much family time as possible before they had to be gone for a year. but then…then the galra took her father and brother and they were still lost out there. Pidge’s once happy mood went somber, thinking about where her father could be. she knows that Matt is out of Galra hands, but she still has no idea where either of them are. she can’t help but think about her mom, and how upset she was when the garrison told them that their family was dead.
‘I wonder what they told my mom if they told her at all? she must be worried sick about me.’ Pidge thinks to herself, curling up to try and hide away from that train of thought. ‘I could have called her before all of this happened. let her know that I was alright. now she has no one there with her. why didn’t I call her? I just left her all alone without any answers, and now I don’t even know when I’ll get back, or if I’ll even find Matt and dad. what if we never go back home? what if my mom never knows what happened to any of us?’ Pidge is shaken out of her train of thought by someone’s hand on her shoulder, she looks up from her hands to see Lance above her, looking worriedly at her, all sense of laughter and happiness gone.
“Pidge? you okay?”
she wants to say she’s alright; that she’s fine. but she knows that it’s a lie, and she’s not sure she’ll be able to speak without her voice breaking with the sob she’s holding back, so she simply nods her head hoping that Lance will take that as an answer.
“Pidge, don’t lie to me. what’s wrong?” dang it. why does he have to be so good at reading people? why can’t he just leave her alone so she can handle this herself? why does he have to be so caring? Lance reaches down and wipes away at something on her cheek. oh. she’s crying, she didn’t even realize it, but now that she knows, she can feel the wet tracks down her cheeks as she continues to silently cry. finally, the sobs that she was trying to hold back came flooding out, racking her body as she bawls her eyes out, a hand reaching for Lance although she’s not sure
Lance scoops her up from the floor and carries her over to the bed; positioning himself in the corner with her in his lap, held close to his chest as she continues to cry into his shirt. he doesn’t complain though, he rubs her back in soothing circles with one hand, the other carding through her hair. she cries for what felt like hours, the tears stopping and leaving her dry heaving, trying to catch some sort of air to sob out as the raw emotions that she’s worked so hard to keep in the back of her mind run their course and leave her an emotional wreck. holding on to Lance as if he’s the only thing keeping her there in the present. once she finally quiets down to sniffles and gets some control over herself again, Lance asks “feel better?” she’s not really sure, still drained from all the crying, shrugging her shoulders. “okay, just take your time, I’m right here if you want to talk about it. just take your time.” she nods her head in thanks into his shoulder, not wanting to look up from the fabric. Lance shifts around to lay down more, dragging a blanket over the two of them while Pidge holds on tighter to his shirt, not wanting to let go.
it takes her awhile to finally gets herself to say something, her voice raw and quiet from all the crying, “I miss my mom.” Lance starts to card his fingers through her hair again, giving her a hum in response showing that he is listening. “I just left. no explanation. no call. I just left her without anyone there to look after her.” she chokes out, tightening her grip on Lance’s tear stained shirt. “what if we never find my family? what if we never-”
“I’m gonna stop you right there, okay? I promise that we will find your father and Matt. I promise to get you back home to your mom. and besides, I’m pretty sure your mom is going to be alright; I mean, someone had to have taught you to be such a badass, and no offense, but I’m pretty sure you didn’t get it from your dad.”
Pidge lets out a wet chuckle, thinking about how Lance was right. her mom is the strongest person she knows, she’ll be okay. Pidge lets go of Lance’s shirt and wraps her arms around him, “ Thanks, Lance, I needed that.” she can just imagine the smile on his face for being able to help her through her breakdown. they stay in the calming silence for a few minutes, Pidge stifling a yawn as she tells him “ you remind me a lot of my brother. he used to do this whenever I got really worked up over something.”
“ I did this a lot with my little sisters whenever they were upset about something. I’ve even done it for my older sisters. ou remind me a lot of them, especially Maria, you bot have that stubborn drive to anything you put your mind to. it usually ended up with her getting in more than a few fights, but she always held her head high no matter what.” Pidge can’t help but smile at the image her mind supplies of a young girl sporting bruises from a fight, but smiling like the sun anyways. Pidge tries to stifle another yawn, unsuccessfully.
“It’s okay Pidge, get some rest, I’ll be right here.” Pidge sluggishly nods, the exhaustion of the day and from the emotional turmoil catching up to her. she doesn’t have to wait long as she’s slipping into sleep moments later, Lance still running his fingers through her hair, and a simple tune being hummed between them.
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viola! I love me some Pidge and Lance platonic bonding, especially when it comes to family. I hope you enjoy it! thank you so much for the prompt!
#voltron#voltron headcanon#prompt#ask and you shall receive#reply#lance#pidge#family bonding#langst#pidge angst#i need more of them being like brother and sister#take 2#first one decided to disappear on me#thank you
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angst? I'll give you angst, scenario where Keith's female s/o jumps in front of him to protect him from an attack and she ends up dying, but with a sad smile, kind of like that anime sao where asuna jumped in front of kirito to protect him? Ah if you don't know what I'm referencing to you can search this up on youtube to see what I'm trying to say😅
crying I know exactly what you’re talking about ahdjskskskskks. But yes here you go. Enjoy because I couldn’t due to my tears blocking my vision
Terror and panic filled your body down to your very core. You could feel your armor rubbing against itself as you took large leaps, dodging blasts and swipes of guns and blades. You tried so hard, your breath becoming more and more heavier as you tried to keep up with everything going on around you. But you turned.
There was Keith, choking out a Galra on the ground as he shouted with rage. His double-edged sword feet away from him. His face became red from the work he was exerting on himself and transferring to the neck of the soldier below him. His hands turned white. But he wasn’t looking, he wasn’t looking when a soldier stood behind him by just a meter or two. But you?
You were.
You shouted, louder than you believe you’ve ever shouted before. Your throat ached but that didn’t matter. He did. He always did and he always will and that’s exactly how it will be until the day you die.
“Keith!” You had never gotten to your feet as fast as you did, your all white armor contrasted greatly against the orange blood-stained ground as you ran toward them. He turned, face fading from red to pink to its normal color. His dark eyes stared at you in confusion, watching you come closer, but you weren’t looking at him. You bored your eyes into the horrific being behind him.
His head turned, watching as you grabbed the forearms of the Galran, the blade cutting up and through your stomach. Keith’s eye grew wide, watching as your stomach became marred by the barbaric blade. His feeling in that moment was the same as the soldier he just murdered. His mouth opened but nothing came out, he was still on his knees over the once alive soldier he was choking to death moments before.
His body turned, the end of the armor on his shin catching onto the armored knee of the soldier caused him to stumble. But he still caught you. He always did. His arms reached out and he caught you in his arms, staring at your face and the blood leaking onto the ground. He took a large breath in, then out. He began to breathe heavily, a panic attack taking over him as he didn’t know what he could do. He couldn’t take out the blade, you’d die faster and that’s the oppositeof what he wanted.
Pidge saw this. She was meters away, when she heard your shout. Meters away when she saw the blade go in your armor and out the other side. She screamed in agony, and anger, sprinting toward the soldier. Her feet kicked off the ground, bouncing her to the shoulders of the murderer before her, and wrapped her grappling hook around its neck.
Keith didn’t see this, he was too busy watching you slip away from him slowly. Tears began forming in his eyes, tears forged by regret, sadness, and anger. Your back was supported by Keith’s arm, and you looked at the blade that cracked your armor, cracked your skin. You immediately looked to Keith, and smiled.
“Y-Y/n? I, I don’t understan-, I, w-why? Whyd you do this to me? Why?” His tone was soft, but his voice was not. It was rough, and cracking like he’s never spoken before this moment. He looked at all the features of your face after taking your helmet off. Tears fell from your eyes, passing through your hair, and over your ears. You still smiled, and still looked up at him.
“I’m sorry, Keith.” You couldn’t feel anything anymore, your sense of touch had gone numb. But your feelings had not, neither did Keith’s. Keith could still feel, mentally and physically. So you tried to do what you thought was lifting your hand to his face. From birth to death, you’ll always be caring.
As soon as your hand touched his skin he began to sob. Snot leaking from his nose onto his pale lips. Tears falling onto your armored chest.
“No. No. No. No no no no no. Please do-don’t go. I don’t, I don’t want you to go.” He cried. “Please.” The cracking of his voice told you that he had broke, finally, after all these years he came out of his shell. In the worst way possible.
“I love you, Keith. Keith I love you. Don’t, don’t forge-”
Dying to some is like falling asleep. You lay there, as your heart slows and you don’t feel a thing, your chest stops moving and you’re gone. But to you? Oh no, that’s not how it was.
The way you felt during your death was the equivalent to an animal shedding its skin, an animal that isn’t meant to shed its skin. The effort and work put into it made your death harder and painful than Keith would’ve wanted. You were stiff and could barely move without whimpering.
He gazed down at you as his tears landed onto your cheeks and the bridge of your nose. He wiped them away and watched as your smile went with them.
“No.” He choked out.
The muscles in your body relaxed, the natural stance and grip of your hand disappeared and went dead-weight. Keith still held it against his wet cheek. He cried more, and more, and leaned down into you, hugging you close to him and rocking back and forth. His skin felt hot, and his threat was slowly swelling up. He felt as though he had swallowed sand paper.
The feeling he had in his heart, was ravaging. His chest hurt and so did everything else. He loved you. He loves you.
“I love, I love you so, so much. I’m sorry.”
The two of you were brought to the safety of the castle-ship. Pidge filled with depression, as she stood away from the two of you, scared, upset.
“I’m sorry.” He said as he handed you off, walking to his room only to stay there. He loved you. He loves you. And he was afraid to lose you. And he lost you.
#voltron#voltron x reader#voltron legendary defender#voltron angst#keith#keith kogane#keith x reader#keith kogane x reader#pidge#pidge gunderson#shito fics
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