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icypantherwrites · 24 days

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Fic Update: Here, Chapter Four

“He is planning something.”

Shiro was not the only one who turned to look at Coran, who was watching the monitor screen where Lance was now tipping the bowl of food goo and using two fingers to shovel it into his mouth, a heavy set to his face.

“He is planning something,” Coran repeated quietly, turning away from the screen.

“What do you mean, Coran?” Allura frowned.

“I felt it,” Coran’s hand lifted to press against his heart and Shiro’s eyes widened.

That’s right.

Coran had told him before that between his orange colored quintessence and the fact he was Altean he had the ability to read emotions.

And he…

He thought that…?

“He is still scared and confused,” Coran said, “make no mistake those are the forefront emotions he is projecting. But when I made mention that more food goo would be provided there was a flicker there. A flicker,” Coran’s expression was grim, “of not just focus but of killing intent.”

“An ambush,” Keith said bluntly, arms crossed.

Coran nodded. “I fear the same. He has made the realization that for food to be brought in a person will need to accompany it. And with that realization he has no doubt concluded therein lies his chance for not just to escape, but,” Coran swallowed, “to complete his mission.”

Which, given the events that occurred on Zlato, they could figure out what that was.

To kill them.

“He doesn’t have a weapon,” Pidge pointed out.

“And there’s the cuffs,” Hunk added, even as his gaze flicked back and forth, hands nestled inside one another. “They’d, they’d stop him.”

“They will stall him,” Shiro said quietly. “But they won’t stop him.”

He knew that better than anyone.

He’d fought Lance three times now and all three times…

He’d lost.

Lance was beyond dangerous and despite the fact he had no real weapons at his disposal that would not stop him. He was a trained assassin and if he had moved on from the mindset of being a trapped prisoner then it meant he was contemplating his mission and how to finish it.

And that tenacity, Shiro knew, was not just from the conditioning. Lance didn’t give up and it was a trait the Galra had no doubt twisted for their own use.

“So we don’t give him the chance,” Keith said.

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Here Summary: [Third and final part to the Sniper trilogy] Voltron has rescued Lance but the person with them now is not the same boy they once knew. Even outside the Galrans’ influence Lance believes himself to be Sniper, an assassin to the Galra Empire with his final mission to eliminate Voltron. It’s going to be a long, difficult journey that they know won’t end even when Lance does remember them as then he’ll also remember all of the horrors he committed as Sniper and have to come to terms with what he did. But they do know they’ll be there for him every step of the way because Lance was gone, he’s been found and now he’s here, with his space family, to stay.

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ao3isthehomogod · 10 months

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Beneath the Cold

Author: iybms- they also have a tumblr with really good art!

Word Count: 4,851

Chapters: 1

Author Summary:

It was a fairly simple spell, they said. The simplest they could cast that would be equal to the favor team Voltron asked of them. The specifics still elude Lance. What he does understand is this:

One of the Paladins has to get knocked out.

My Summary:

I don’t know why but I’m literally obsessed with these types of stories. Maybe it’s the suspense or the chaotic-ness or the love aspect- I really don’t know. But this fic. Omg this fic. Basically, every paladin kisses Lance and it’s so good to the point we’re I don’t find that strange. It’s filled with so much love and worry and- AH I CANT. Not to mention Hunk is the literal sweetest. The writing is beyond compareee!

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lance & platonic team Voltron, Klance

Characters: Lance, Keith, Hunk, Pidge, Allura

Enjoy! :3

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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Young Love Murdered (That Is What This Must Be)

Keith/Lance (Voltron), Angst With A Happy Ending, Season 4-6 Fix-It, Break-Up and Make-Up, 4.8k Words

Summary: Keith leaves, and their relationship falls apart. Maybe, though, both of them want it back.

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“Why are you packing a bag? Did Allura have a mission for you?”

Keith tenses, but doesn’t turn around. He continues stuffing clothes into a duffel. “Not exactly.”

Lance is tense, too. There’s an air in the room, something crackly. Something dangerous.

“…Okay, then. What are you picking for?”

Keith doesn’t answer, not for several moments. He grips a pair of socks in his hands, so tightly his knuckles go white. Lance swallows, but it’s hard. His throat is dry. His heart pounds in his ears.

“I’m leaving for the Blades,” Keith admits gruffly. “I talked to Kolivan. They have some missions for me.”

It feels like the room tilts around him, and Lance’s head spins.

“What?” he asks weakly.

Keith clears his throat. He tries to speak, can’t, and clears it again.

“I’m resigning.”

“You can’t fucking resign!”

The sharpness in Lance’s voice startles them both, and Keith whips around to face Lance fully.

“Yes, I am.”

“No the fuck you are not. You can’t just leave Voltron! You said so yourself when we started this thing!”

“I’m not just fucking ditching, Lance. There are five Lions, six paladins. That’s what you said, remember? I’m doing everyone a favour!”

Lance clenches his fists, if only to hide them shaking.

“You’re not doing everyone a favour, you’re doing yourself a favour. You’re a goddamn coward, Keith Kogane, and you’re running away.”

Keith inhales sharply, glaring at Lance. “I’m no fucking coward,” he spits.

“You are! You so are. You’re afraid of leading the team, you’re afraid of being in a family, you’re afraid of us, of me, because you’re a coward, a fucking coward —“

“Shut the fuck up! You don’t know what you’re talking about! You don’t know a goddamn thing!”

“Then fucking tell me what I don’t know, Keith, because all I’m seeing is you running away!”

Keith spins back towards his duffel bag, shoving a few more clothes into the bag before hefting it on his shoulder and turning to face the door.

“I’m not arguing with you. I’m resigning. I’ll talk to you when I land on the base.”

“No, you won’t.” Lance stands to the side of the door, fists clenched as tightly as Keith’s were earlier. His face is neutral, cold, except for his eyes. His eyes are wet and there are tear tracks dripping down his face, and his voice shakes and his shoulders shake but he stands as tall as ever. “Don’t call me if you walk out that door, Kogane. I won’t be waiting for you when you get back.”

Keith blinks at him, shocked. He can feel something sharp prick in his chest, something painful and destructive.

Lance won’t wait for him?

Suddenly he’s angry. Fuck Lance, and fuck his lack of support. He won’t wait for Keith? Fine.

“Fine,” Keith snarls, storming past him. “I don’t want you to wait, either.”

—

Keith hugs the team tightly as they wish him farewell, promising to call as often as he’s able.

Lance doesn’t come to say goodbye. Keith pretends it doesn’t bother him.

He waits until he’s in his pod, watching the Castle wormhole away, to break down.

—

Lance presses the nozzle on the can of shaving cream rapid-fire, hoping some will magically squeeze out. When none appears from the nether, he sighs, digging around in his cabinet for another can. He doesn’t need to shave too often, his hair doesn’t grow very fast, but he’s been neglecting it a bit and doesn’t want to go walk all around the castle to get a new can. There has to be some buried in here somewhere — aha!

He pulls out a bottle that was hiding behind a box of new toothpaste, triumphantly shaking it in the air. He squeezes a dollop onto his hands, and goes to rub it on his face —

His knees buckle, and he collapses to the floor so quickly he almost brains himself on the edge of the sink. The shaving cream smells so intensely of Keith that if Lance closes his eyes, he can pretend Keith is standing behind him, rubbing his prickly cheek on Lance’s because he knows it drives him insane.

He clutches the can until his knuckles turn white, and his vision goes blurry as his eyes fill with tears. He tries to breath through it, to swallow the lump in is throat. He hasn’t let himself cry since — since that day.

Keith left. He choose to leave. He wanted to leave. Why should Lance cry over him? Why should Lance miss him? Miss his hands, miss his smile, miss his heart, because that’s what Keith is, the very fucking heart beating in Lance’s chest —

The tears finally fall, and they don’t stop falling, and the smell of Keith is still so strong but he’s not fucking here, and Lance sobs until he throws up.

—

Keith stares blankly at the ceiling ahead of him, counting the seconds. It’s currently nearly four hours since he went to bed. He’s been entirely unable to sleep, even a little bit. He’s not used to the sleep schedule here, he’s hot, the sheets feel like fucking sandpaper, and worst of all no pillow clutched to his chest will never be a substitute for —

Yeah, he just misses Lance. He’s never slept as well as he has with Lance. He somehow has the softest sheets in the world, even though they were all given the same stuff when they first came to space. The two of them are also the perfect cuddling pair — Lance is always freezing, and Keith is always hot, so cuddling is always ideal.

Well, was. They were the perfect pair. Cuddling was always ideal.

They’re not anything anymore.

The thought doesn’t help Keith sleep.

—

The rest of the team does their best to stay in contact with Keith, but they don’t have much luck. Keith is sent on what seems to be dozens of missions a month, always in a different galaxy and seemingly without signal. They’re upset, but there’s nothing they can do.

Lance pretends he’s unaffected.

He is not.

In the middle of handing out supplies to refugees on one of the many planets Zarkon’s Empire has torn to shreds, Lance sees a flash of purple and black in the corner of his eye. He turns around so fast he feels like he might pull something, but he doesn’t care, because all he can see is a Blade that’s short for a Galra and their posture is defensive and their shoulders are broad and Lance forgets about his anger, about his hurt, and the only thought in his head is Keith, Keith, Keith —

“Keith!”

Before he knows it he’s sprinting for the Blade, calling Keith’s name over and over, desperation getting worse each time. He forgets that Keith doesn’t want anything to do with him, forgets that Keith left, that Keith doesn’t love him anymore —

“Keith! It’s me! It’s Lance!”

He stretches out a hand, because yes, maybe Keith’s still mad, hell, Lance is still mad, but they’ve fought before and they’ll fight again but they’ll be fighting together and that’s all that matters —

“Keith!”

He finally catches up to the Blade, curling an arm around their bicep, and he immediately knows something is wrong. The Blade deactivates their mask, and they’re not Keith. They’re not even humanoid. Lance feels his heart drop to his feet, feels the burn of tears that has been his constant companion for months make a reappearance.

“I — I’m sorry,” he stutters, “I mistook you for someone else. Sorry.” He runs off, not even back to the job he fucking needs to be doing, but his head hurts and his stomach hurts and his heart hurts and Keith is gone and he’s never coming back and —

Lance wants Keith to come back.

Lance needs Keith to come back.

—

Keith knows he shouldn’t, but he watches the Coalition Show live. He watches the whole team, proudly, but he pays special attention to Lance. Loverboy Lance, rather. He watches the team do their best to promote Voltron, even if they have to play characters they hate, but Lance seems to thrive. He captivates the crowd, laughing and shooting finger guns and having everyone watching swooning. He’s magnetizing, as he always is.

Keith hates it. He hates it so much. How is Lance fine? How is Lance just moving on, with no issues? Where is his heartbreak? Did Lance ever love Keith like Keith loved him? Or did he lose all his feelings when Keith walked out that door? Is that even possible?

Keith watches the paladins’ individual acts with a tight chest, angry and miserable. He can’t pay full attention, thinking over and over again about Lance and his smile and his complete lack of the same ache Keith feels every second of every day.

Lance’s individual act is last, leaving the audience on a high note. Keith should turn it off. He has no need to watch it. But he can’t, because it’s the closest he’s been to Lance in months, and Keith misses him just as fiercely as he did when he left.

Lance climbs up the ropes, back to the camera, the audience watching with bated breath. Then the music starts, and instead of the upbeat pop song Keith’s expecting, something slow plays — something sad.

Lance finally turns to face the camera and Keith gasps as he sees the raw pain in Lance’s dark eyes. Lance has never been good at keeping his eyes free of emotion, every feeling he’s having displayed clearly in the beautiful brown orbs, and today is no exception. His eyes are anguished, wet.

Lance dances to the song, and his misery is unmistakable. Every movement is wracked with pain and vulnerability, every curl and flip looks like he’s seconds away from letting himself drop to his death. Keith grips his holopad, heart pounding, terrified and strangely hopeful.

Lance is just as heartbroken as he is.

Maybe there’s a chance, for them. Maybe they haven’t reached their end.

Keith watches his show until the end, thinking hard. Maybe… maybe Lance is waiting for him. Maybe Lance wants to see him again. He pulls up his schedule, looking at all his upcoming missions. He has one big mission starting tomorrow, with someone named Krolia, to go scope out some old base. He’s got a fair bit of time off, after. Maybe he’ll go see the team.

Yeah. He’ll go with Krolia to the base, and then he’ll go talk to Lance.

Maybe they’ll fix things.

—

Keith doesn’t get to see Lance.

He doesn’t get to see anyone, actually. Not for years.

—

Lance has been neglecting his friends because of his mopefest, and he’s not having it. It’s been nearly half a year, since he’s been with Keith, and he still can’t sleep right. It’s ridiculous, is what it is. Being this heartbroken over some boy.

(Even if that boy was kind. Was brave. Was sweet, and smart, and thoughtful, and strong, and even if that boy what Keith, the love of his life —)

Lance needs to get his shit together.

He messages Hunk and Pidge, asking if they want to have a sleepover. They respond enthusiastically, agreeing to set up in Hunk’s room in an hour. Lance rushes through his skincare routine, because he knows he won’t have a chance to do the whole thing with his dorky best friends distracting him ever three seconds, and drags four blankets and two pillows over to Hunk’s room.

They set everything up in a nest on the floor, sitting in a cuddle pile together and talking and chatting and gossiping and generally having a good time. Lance almost forgets the constant ache of missing Keith.

Almost.

Eventually, though, Lance’s eyes begin to droop. It’s always been easier for him to sleep with someone else, so he can feel his exhaustion finally breaking as he snuggles up next to Hunk with Pidge leaning on his back. The last thing he hears are Pidge and Hunk dropping their voices to whispers.

He snaps awake and indeterminate amount of time later to the same two whispering voices dissolving into giggles.

“Wha’s funny?” he asks around a yawn, stretching out his arms. He’s still tired, he can’t have been out long.

“You were saying Keith’s name in your sleep,” Hunk teases.

“Yeah,” Pidge joins in, “I bet you guys have been talking nonstop. I bet you miss him so much. Your crush on him getting worse, huh, Loverboy?”

Lance freezes mid stretch.

They don’t know.

They can’t know, how much Lance misses Keith. Desperately. Painfully. Constantly.

“…Lance? You okay?”

Like clockwork, Lance feels the lump build in his throat, stubbornly sitting there even as he tries to swallow around it.

“I — I’m fine,” he assures, shooting them a weak smile. They don’t look convinced.

“Is there… something going on? Between you and Keith?”

Is there something going on between you and Keith?

Is there, Lance?

Is there?

Lance feels the lump get bigger, and the tears finally drop down his face. He recognizes the pain spreading through his chest, and he can’t break down in front of them.

“I have to go,” he chokes out, and rushes back to his room. He leaves his blankets and pillows, too panicked to care, and collapses on his bare mattress, the stuffed fabric muffling his sobs. He cries himself to sleep, again, and wakes up to his blankets carefully folded beside him and a pillow tucked under his head.

Pidge and Hunk walk on eggshells around him for weeks. Lance pretends not to notice.

—

The space whale is the worst place in the universe, Keith thinks. It’s a constant survival situation, he’s never safe, he’s fucking bored all the time, and worst of all he’s stuck with the woman who abandoned him when he was a baby.

Yeah. Not ideal.

He doesn’t know how to talk to Krolia. What the fuck is he supposed to stay? It’s bad enough that the damn whale projects scenes of Keith’s private life for Krolia to see, but what? Is he supposed to talk to her about it? Hash out their issues? Talk about Keith’s dad?

No. Keith’s not that desperate, yet. If he’s stuck on the stupid fucking whale much longer, he might be, but for now he fuels himself on rage and the reassurance that he’s gonna talk to Lance as soon as he gets off this piece of shit time dilation, or whatever.

Of course, it’s not like Keith ignores her. They need to rely on each other a little, after all. It would be stupid not to. But Keith ensures all their conversations are strictly business related, at least until she gives him a reason to treat her as anything other than a coworker.

“You wanna take first sleep?” Krolia offers. Maybe she’s trying to win his trust. It’s not working. Keith only accepts because he’s fucking tired, not because he’s accepting her olive branch.

He lies down on a grass-woven mat he made, curling his arms around his stomach and imagining he’s back on the Castle, in Lance’s bed, holding him close. It works well enough, knocking him out fairly quickly.

He dreams of Lance, as always. Of their time together, of the future they dreamed of.

“As soon as this stupid war is over, I’m gonna take you home, Keith. Straight to Varadero.”

“Yeah?” Keith asked, trailing his fingers down Lance’s face. Lance leaned into his touch, eyes closed in bliss.

“Yeah,” he sighed, “my family’s gonna love you. And then we’re gonna buy a little house, right on the beach, and spend every day with no stress and nothing but love.”

Keith smiled, eyes crinkling. “Tell me more.”

Lance turned his head to press a kiss to Keith’s palm, before snuggling closer and leaving his head on Keith’s chest. Right about his heart.

“Mm, okay. You’re gonna get that fixer upper bike you’ve always wanted, spend your mornings doing that. I’m gonna take up scrapbooking, maybe. Or gardening. Something pretty.”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah. Then we’ll spend the afternoons together, in the ocean.”

“Of course.”

“Mhm.” Lance’s breathing evened out, mumbling about their future right into dreamland.

“We’ll have that beach house, Lance,” Keith whispered into his hair, just before he nodded off himself. “I promise.”

Keith flinches as Lance’s cold hand brushes across the back of his neck, but his lips quirk up. Lance’s shitty circulation really never fails.

“Mph, s’too early, Lance,” he mumbles. “Come back to sleep.”

“Keith, it’s your turn on watch.”

Keith shoots up, tendrils of sleep falling away immediately at Krolia’s voice.

Right. He’s on the stupid fucking space whale. Not in bed with Lance.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

He gets comfortable as he can on the rocky ground of the cave floor, looking morosely out the entrance.

I hope you’re waiting anyways, Lance.

I miss you.

—

“Wait, you haven’t heard from Keith either?”

“Not as of yet,” Kolivan says carefully. “It is unusual for him, but not so unusual for the Blade he is currently working with. I have full confidence that we will hear an update from them shortly.”

Shiro nods, as if that is at all an acceptable answer. “Good. Let us know when you hear something. Now, for the —”

“That’s it?” Lance demands. Shiro turns towards him, eyebrows raised and disappointed, but Lance holds his gaze. “‘We’ll keep you updated’? You’re satisfied with that?”

Shiro narrows his eyes at Lance, obviously annoyed with the interruption. “Kolivan has given us the information he has, Lance. No need to start something.”

“Keith is apparently fucking missing! Missing! And you’re just gonna lie there and accept it? Keith tore the fucking universe apart looking for you, Shiro, and you suddenly don’t care? He could be dead! He’s your brother, and —”

“Oh, so now you decide to care?” Shiro asks coldly. Lance rears back as if slapped, and Shiro smirks at him.

“Yeah, don’t give me that. I was there when he said goodbye, Lance, and you sure weren’t. You’ve claimed to hate him from day one.”

“T — that’s not true, I —”

“Oh? ‘Rivalry’ doesn’t ring a bell? C’mon, Lance,” Shiro attempts to sound reassuring, but all Lance can hear is condescension. “You’ve got your second to shine in the conversation, it’s time to drop it. Keith will turn up when he wants to turn up. You know how he is.” Shiro turns back towards Kolivan, back to Lance. A clear dismissal.

Lance gapes at Shiro’s back. What the shit was that? Shiro’s changed since he came back, sure, but in no universe did Lance ever expect to see Shiro dismiss the possibility that his little brother could be dead.

Lance clenches his hands together, blinking rapidly to clear his eyes. Keith — Keith could be dead. And the last thing that Lance said to him was that he didn’t want him to come back.

All Lance wants if for Keith to come back.

—

The relief of finally being free of the fucking space whale is as overwhelming as it would have been two years ago.

Keith is different, now. He’s taller, for starters. Bigger. He has a dog, now, and a mom. A relationship with his mom, even. He’s had a lot of time to think, a lot of time to reflect, a lot of time to forgive himself and forgive others. A lot of time to grow and change.

One thing that has not changed, or even waned or lessened, is his love for Lance.

He knows, now, that he made a mistake. He wasn’t wrong, exactly — he needed to go. He needed to figure himself out. But he could have figured himself out and kept Lance, but he rushed, and he regrets it. He regrets how he left, the pain he knows he left with Lance. Now, he has to fix it. As he flies off the stupid whale, Kosmo and Krolia and Romelle and the fate of the Universe tucked safely in the pod with him, Keith thinks of Lance.

“Oh, hey, I think that’s the Neflexxer nebula,” Romelle comments, pointing out a swirling mass of turquoise and pink and spots of bright white stars. Keith gasps, almost doubling over.

“What the fuck are we doing, Lance?” Keith demanded, rough and annoyed. He had to look for his brother, and Lance was insisting on some frivolous joyride.

“You need to bond with Black,” Lance said matter-of-factly, voice tinny from Black’s speakers but no less firm. “You’re the only one of us who hasn’t spent any time with her. You’re wondering why you’re struggling so badly? It’s because y’all don’t talk.”

Keith glared through his window at Red, imagining he was glaring a hole right through to Lance’s stupid face. Why couldn’t he have gotten Hunk as a right hand, or something?

“Black and I are fine.”

“See, you speak, and it’s like all I hear is ‘Lance, please convince me I’m wrong’. It’s fun for me.”

“Can you just get to the fucking point so we can go back,” Keith snapped.

He couldn’t see it, but he knew that Lance rolled his eyes.

“Fine, fine. Jesus. See that nebula to your left?”

Keith glanced over, seeing a swirling and colourful nebula. A new one, by the looks of it.

“Yeah.”

“That’s Neflexxer. You know what it’s notorious for?”

“Get to the point, Lance.”

“Yeesh, okay. It’s got a lot of rock storms, asteroid belts. We’re gonna play a little game.”

Red twirled suddenly, facing the galaxy, looking ready to bolt.

“Think of it as a training exercise! And a way to get out your aggression! You’re gonna chase me and Red through the nebula, and if you catch us, well.” Keith could hear the grin in Lance’s voice, the competitive flair, and he found himself grinning a little, too. “If you catch me, you can do what you want with me. But you won’t.”

“I wouldn’t be so cocky, Cargo Pilot.”

“We’ll see, Dropout. See ya!”

Red fired off, a blur of red and silver in the dark backdrop of space.

“Hey!” Keith called, shooting after them.

Lance cackled, and the sound made Keith smirk.

“Oh, it’s on, you little fucker.”

“Come get me, Keith! Betcha can’t! In fact, Keith —”

“Keith!”

Keith startles out of his memories, only to see everyone looking at him in concern.

“Sorry. My bad. Let’s go.”

He pushes heavily on the thrusters, flying them as fast as they can go.

I’m coming, Lance.

Please still be waiting.

—

As much as Lance tends to enjoy himself at parties, or at least use them as a distraction, there’s nothing he wants less to be at this one, in the arms of some random stranger.

“You’re very beautiful,” compliments the stranger, who’s name Lance does not remember even slightly.

“Thank you,” Lance says tersely, pointedly avoiding eye contact. This feels wrong. Being in someone else’s arms, especially in a dance — Lance feels gross. It feels like a betrayal. Like cheating.

And that doesn’t make sense, because he doesn’t even know if Keith’s alive, let alone if Keith still wants him. Just the thought of what Lance said to him — Lance wouldn’t take himself back, either.

Regardless, Lance does his best to keep himself at arm’s distance, trying desperately to imagine that these stranger’s hands are rougher, covered in leather, touching him gently.

“You look bored,” Keith whispered.

“Of course I’m bored. This planet it boring.”

Keith snorted, turning it quickly into a cough lest they both get in shit.

“You know,” he said quietly after a moment, “I heard this planet has pretty good music, actually.”

“Not for us,” Lance whispered back. “They have some really expensive concerts open, I checked, but they’re all heavily gated. Most of them are happening right now, actually. We can’t go.”

“Huh.”

Keith turned back to the meeting, and Lance thought that was the end of the conversation. A half hour later, Keith stood abruptly, making a loud gasping noise.

“Oh, Lance, you’re feeling sick?” he asked, in a voice so clearly fake and practiced Lance would bash his head against the table if he didn’t want to laugh so hard.

“Oh, yes,” he said, playing along immediately. He pressed a hand to my stomach. “So sick. I need to leave immediately, I’m so sorry.”

The head of the meeting blinked worriedly at him, exchanging a look with the rest of the aliens. “You’re feeling unwell, Red Paladin?”

Lance nodded, doing his best to look pitiful. “Yes, terribly ill. So ill I might not be able to walk myself out of here. Very sudden.”

The head alien person pursed their lips, gesturing for the door. “Please, then, make haste for medical attention.”

“I’ll help him,” Keith announced, standing again and grabbing Lance gingerly by the shoulder. Lance bit back a giggle.

“Yes, much obliged, Black Paladin,” the alien agreed. “We shall continue when your paladin is at full health.”

Keith and Lance rushed out the door, barely holding in their laughter.

“You snake!” Lance teased, as Keith led him through a back path to a large, chain link fence. Keith leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to Lance’s cheek.

“My baby wants to go dancing,” he responded, eyes twinkling. “I can’t very well withhold such a humble request!”

Lance rolled his eyes fondly, and the two hopped the fence as quickly as they could, sprinting towards the sound of music. They stopped just outside the venue, music plenty loud enough to hear. Keith turned to Lance, bowing playfully.

“May I have this dance?”

Lance yanked him back up, laughing, and the two twirl around, silly and offbeat, to songs that are barely meant to be danced to. They spend hours spinning around, dipping each other to their hearts’ content, and all Lance could think was how much he never wanted Keith to let him go.

“…which is why I think you would be an excellent mate,” the stranger continues, and Lance blinks. He glances subtly at his watch, and yikes. He’s had his head in the clouds for a couple hours, now, ignoring whatever the hell this rando is spewing. Time to ditch before this guy really gets some ideas.

“I’ll have to regrettably decline,” Lance says lightly, gracefully twirling away, and booking it for the door as soon as he’s out of sight.

Please be alive, Keith. I can’t do this without you.

—

Keith’s landing on the castle is a mess. It’s rushed. There’s a crisis, they have a homicidal prince to stop, but when Keith and Lance make eye contact on the bridge, for the first time in either eight months or two years, it’s like time slows to a stop. Like the world narrows to the two of them, everything and everyone else dropping off of it.

Lance takes the first step forward, reaching out like he’s not in control of his own hand, to cup Keith’s face like he always does. Like he always did.

But he hesitates, millimetres in front of Keith’s cheek, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed. There’s fear in his eyes.

“Lance,” Keith breaths, and slumps forward. Lance hand finally touches his face, and he doesn’t hesitate, this time, before rubbing a gentle thumb over his cheekbone.

“Keith,” he whispers, just as reverent. Keith brings up his hand to Lance’s, just to hold. Just to touch.

They stare at each other for what feels like decades, hungry eyes drinking in the sight they’ve missed and missed like you might miss the air when you’re too deep under water.

“I missed you,” Lance says, voice so quiet it’s barely audible. “Every day. All day. I missed you, and I waited for you.” A tear slips down his face. “I never stopped.”

Keith huffs a quiet laugh, eyelashes wet and salty. “I missed you too. I — I never meant to leave, Lance. Not like that. I’m sorry, I just —”

Lance brings up his other hand, cupping Keith’s face wholly, now. He wipes his tears, gently, slowly.

“I shouldn’t’ve said what I said. I didn’t mean it. I don’t think you’re a coward. You’re the bravest man I’ve ever known, and I loved you for it. I still do.”

Keith leans down, pressing his forehead to Lance’s. He closes his eyes, feeling joy for the first time in days. Weeks. Months. Years.

“And you’re the most loyal. I love you too, Lance. I never stopped.”

Lance sobs, arms moving to wrap around Keith’s neck. He presses kiss after desperate kiss to Keith’s lip, muttering apologies and ‘I-love-yous’ between every peck. Keith does the same, arms tight around Lance waist, kissing back just as hard.

“We’ll try again, okay? Take two. No more running away.”

Lance nods quickly, breath hitching. “No more accusations. Take two. This one’ll be it, Keith. To the end. You and me.”

“You and me, Lance, always.”

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artofshiroginko · 10 months

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Aaaaa, your Cid/Clive picture is beautiful~ they need more fanart, like Clive being soft boi and angry at the same time...Like there's different approaches for this ship and I love them!

awww thank you! honestly their dynamic is what won me over, their banter is S tier haha. i don't do a lot of shippy art but i do have some ideas!

#anonymous #shiro's rambles #// i also read your other message but for the sake of spoilers ill just reply here #// i love angst #// revel in it even #// those are ideas are great :)

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deathfavor · 1 year

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im fjdjfhg watching some orient reaction videos youtube offered since there’s no edits. and anyways everyone like poor naoe :c and then theres me like stop talking about naoe, look at MY boy. im kidding, im kidding, i do support naoe. bUT ALSO LOOK AT SEIROKU GO. the videos: i hate seiroku’s making naoe look pathetic as fuck :c me:.......offended noises. are we nOT going to talk about how cool seiroku looks tho?

#everyone is excited when shiro shows up #and then i see the fear of god in ppls reactions when seiroku shows up #which is funny #to be fair we all out here liking shiro bUT STILL #at least one of them acknowledged how smart kuroko is #real mvp there #᛭ — [OOC] angst is the game and tears are the currency

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lokiitama · 1 year

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Prison of the Mind - Chapter 21

Warnings: graphic depiction of violence

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He didn’t want to jinx anything, but things were going smoothly.

Everyone was prepared for the mission, that much was certain, but they didn’t even encounter one close call yet. It was starting to grow on Shiro’s paranoia.

Missions always had a little hitch or bump in the plans.

Shiro was anxiously sifting through the cameras on his screens.

Read the rest of the chapter on Ao3

#vld #angst #voltron #whump #lance #lance mcclain #voltron: legendary defender #fanfic #my writing #Prison of the Mind #PotM #gen fic #and here comes the one I actually posted today!#Not Shiro sounding like the premise of every whumpfic in the VLD fandom here in the beginning btw #whoops #it's the one chapter before last!!! Exciting!

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tsukimefuku · 3 months

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❅ Sand and Snow | Full Chapter List and other Notes

In the past few weeks, there have been multiple deaths in the city of Odate. Nanami Kento, a first-grade sorcerer, is dispatched to investigate the snowy city, unaware that this would be his final mission as a Jujutsu High’s student.

Why Nanami left Jujutsu High to become a 9/5 corporate slave.

Tags: Murder/mystery, canon typical violence, POV Nanami, Post Star-plasma Vessel Arc, Canon compliant, Angst but I'm not Gege

On AO3 here

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I will be listing here every chapter already published on Tumblr under the #sandandsnowchapter tag.

✦ Chapter 1

✦ Chapter 2

✦ Chapter 3

✦ Chapter 4

✦ Chapter 5

✦ Chapter 6

Updates and fun facts

They are in dd/mm/yy

12/04/24: Well, we'll be on hiatus until May. Nonetheless, more silly fun — here's Shiro's song pick. "Akatsuki no Kodou" by "Unchain" for the simple reason it sounds like him.

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28/02/24: The fanfic will probably hit hiatus by chapter 7. Or not. I hit a slump and I'm having a hard time getting out of it.

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22/02/24: Finally, chapter 4 is up. This one was a hard one, because I'm not in the greatest headspace right now. Just hope I'll be feeling better when posting chapter 5.

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09/02/24: Some silly fun, I saw Akutami's song picks for his characters, and I thought I'd make such a list for my own original characters. Starting with Shiori, I chose the song "Setsuna" by Sunny Day Service for her. Felt like a good fit. Hope you like it.

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My author's notes about this fanfic

I’m currently working on a sole mid-long fanfic called Sand and Snow, with a dear and beloved character Kento Nanami as a teenager coming into adulthood.

It takes place around 2 years after the star-plasma vessel fiasco, and it’s about Nanami’s last mission before leaving Jujutsu High after graduation. I wanted to delve into his psyche and motivations for doing so, because I feel we didn’t get to see enough of that before he became the absolute beefcake we know and love. Goddamn you, Gege.

This is my copium after the end of the Shibuya arc, and I wanted to explore more about the character. Of course, the absolute icon Satoru Gojo will be arriving at Odate to help Nanami, because I love some classic Gojo and Nanami Shenanigans.

Thank you for reading this wall of text, and hope you like it! Xoxo

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the paladin line up!!! (click for better quality)

This is a part of my voltron AU that I already did a bit of art on this here. i'll probably update my foolish design at some other time but there he is for now.

Under the cut -- my reasons for these particular characters, plus some sketched story ideas i had for them/their backstories prior to canon.

(also, yes - qtubbo tucks his jeans into his socks)

Green Paladin - Tubbo. He's green already, fantastic. Also, a nerd like Pidge and naturally curious. I considered other Create-oriented QSMPers for green lion but I think Tubbo fits the best!

Yellow Paladin - Missa. For a while I was gonna make Forever the yellow or blue paladin, but then I realised the whole cast would be wayyyyy too zany or weird. We needed a sturdy, relatable character. Someone who was scared. Someone who didn't really want to be there. Someone who would have an unlikely romance with a menacing purple rebellion-leader alien in space. I knew Missa was perfect for the job.

Blue Paladin - Etoiles. We don't know the specific qualifications for someone to be the blue paladin (thanks Lance), but there are some clear similarities between Lance and Blaytz (I know Allura doesn't really fit with the pattern towards the end of the series, but work with me here), so I sort of made up my own requirements. 1. screams with joy when they get to pilot their lion. 2. dogboy. 3. ready to throw down. (season 1 allura fits all 3 of these, but arguably not really towards s6-7-8). I kinda relate him most to Blaytz out of all the blue paladins.

Red Paladin - Roier. You KNOW it had to be Roier. Who else. Literally who else. The man is red. Ready to throw down. Trusts his instincts. Angsty backstory. Right-hand to the guy who takes the lead in most situations. Also, just in general, I have a vivid vision of qroier in the red lion's cockpit. He could totally pull it off.

Black Paladin - Cellbit. The other characters I considered for this role were bbh and philza, but in the end I liked them more with having alien roles mainly due to their backstories (BBH as an immortal soul-guide demon and Philza as an avian). I just think that Cellbit would fit this role better. He already sort of heads the Order, is associated with the colour black as well. But most of all. I think there's a lot of potential for an angst arc where he goes off on his own for some dumb self sacrificial reason I guess, or maybe because of his extremeee trust issues, and neglects his leader duties because of this. and then there's a whole lesson learned kind of thing, maybe roier brings him back, etc.

Now for some backstories:

I think Tubbo would follow Pidge's backstory and motives pretty closely, given his penchant for breaking into the federation offices and snooping around (very Pidge-like behaviour). The thing I struggled with was getting someone to be kidnapped by space aliens that Tubbo cared enough about to go searching for. I already have plans for Fred, Phil, and the eggs, and they're the main things that drive qtubbo. Also, ideally, they'd have to be somewhat older than Tubbo in order to be on the Kerberos mission in the first place. For a while, I thought about somehow having Tubbo and Pierre being connected, but they're not super close in canon, even if he would make an Excellent Sam Holt.

BUT THEN I REMEMBERED: MORNING CREW. ITS PERFECT. I don't think they'd be directly related, but Pac as Matt Holt just works so well. I think Fit and Ramon would be rebel fighters that free Pac from the Galra and they sort of fall in love that way, but Mike was on the Kerberos mission too and is still missing, and that's Pac's main motivation.

So I think the best people for the Kerberos mission crew would be Pac (technician), Mike (engineer), and Cellbit (pilot). Cellbit obviously takes Shiro's role (sans robot arm, that's Etoiles' duty later on - this AU would divert from VLD canon pretty early on). Roier never gives up on Cellbit, just like Tubbo never gives up on Pac (and Mike). Except unlike Tubbo, who has to purposely get enrolled at the Garrison as a cadet in order to get intel, Roier is already graduate from the same class as Cellbit. He KNOWS there's a coverup of some kind, but he has no way of proving it. Fortunately, an old upperclassman/ex-tutor believes in him enough that he believes in Cellbit too, and together they get to work on figuring out this mystery. When an alien pod crash lands, they know they've got to get a closer look.

Missa is an unfortunate decontamination unit first-responder who gets in the way. They can't just leave him behind to sound the alarm - he has to come with them while they rescue Cellbit! Unbeknownst to them, Tubbo has already taken out the alarms and is also on his way over. Miraculously, they all escape with their lives, and magic space lion adventures ensue.

I feel like none of them would really have any time to change into casual clothing, so they're all in uniform. Cellbit would probably still be in prisoner clothing but tbh I just didn't think of that lol. Also, I wanted to draw him in a garrison uniform that wasn't detox or combat oriented. There are so many cool garrison uniform designs out there so drawing the same one twice was kinda soul crushing lol. cant wait to show you guys their individual character sheets!!

#my art #qsmp tubbo #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #qsmp etoiles #qsmp missa #tubbo fanart #cellbit fanart #etoiles fanart #roier fanart #missasinfonia fanart #qsmp fanart #qsmp #voltron legendary defender #digo speaks #qsmp vld au

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n0v4t33z · 10 months

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The Syndicate - Chapter 1: Misfortune of a Prodigy

Pairings: Choi San X Female Reader, Park Seonghwa X Female Reader, Ateez X Female Reader, Bangchan X Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is a Detective with a promising future in the police department until she's kidnapped by the infamous mafia boss Choi San and from him, she learns the dark secrets her superior has been hiding the whole time so she teams up with him in order to put a stop to it.

Genre: Lots of angst, Romance, Crime Fiction, Psychological Drama

Word Count: 2.9k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of Illegal activities (i.e Kidnapping, extortion, assassination etc.), y/n gets roughed up by Wooyoung in the beginning , Slow Burn, Fluff sometimes, Work In Progress, Non-Idol AU, Mafia AU, Very suggestive at times, y/n cries alot, y/n having inner turmoil, Ateez being bad boys, Wooyoung and Yeosang are a little mean in this story tbh, Guns, Gunshot wounds, Assassination attempt(s)

I'll update tags as the story progresses

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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Author's Note: Hi guys! This is the very first story that I grew courage to post on here, so please be kind! I would also like to just kind of let you know that this is a work in progress so updates may not be as quick and they will be pretty slow as I am quite busy with work although I'm quite a bit ahead in the story writing wise so in the mean time I have enough chapters to be able to post. I really hope you guys enjoy the story! 💜

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After being called into a crime scene, I finally arrive to my destination and notice a couple of bystanders and a few journalists outside the hotel, I show my police shield to the officer guarding the crime scene and I head inside. I look around and notice the beautiful crystal chandelier on the ceiling and the beautiful marble floor of the lobby. I’m assuming it’s another one of Aurora Syndicate’s rival gang member’s death. I head over to the presidential suite of the hotel and there he was, a man who was around his 50’s bludgeoned to death, judging by his clothes he had a lot of money too. While my mind was focused on the crime scene I feel a hand on my shoulder interrupt my thoughts then I turn and realize it’s my partner Detective Christopher Bang “ Hey, I genuinely thought you weren’t going to come since it’s past the time you get off” He gives me a smug smirk judging from the tone of his voice. I shrug keeping my eyes focused on the victim’s position.

“Well, duty calls. Besides it has to do with AS so you know I’m up for this. So, whose this guy? He looks like he’s loaded" Chris takes out his notepad and hands it to me for me to read “Well, the guy’s name is Shiro Ito judging from his bank cards and identification used to get this room. He was allegedly involved in laundering money for The Aurora Syndicate, my guess he might have been stealing or giving out information which is why they probably killed him.” I slowly nod then I hand Chris his notepad back “Makes sense why they would have killed him, were his records clean?” He nods “Yep, clean as a whistle. The receptionist downstairs told me he was the owner of a few clothing stores which makes sense and is probably how he was able to launder money for so long without being questioned.” I get a little closer to the body and I look at the impact wounds. The wounds looked very deep, something very personal was the reason this man was killed. The suspect is definitely not a female, judging by the severity of the wounds it was definitely a male. I shift my gaze over to the man’s hands whom was holding on to something tightly.

With my gloved hands I pry open the victim’s right hand to reveal a cuff link with a beautiful iridescent stone. My face instantly lights up and I put it in an evidence bag. “Chris, this was not a woman who killed him. Look, a cufflink with an Aurora Borealis stone and it doesn't belong to Mr. Ito, he took it off of the attacker while he was trying to fight him off. If we find who this cufflink belongs to we've got our guy.” Chris’ eyebrows slightly raise while crossing his arms in front of him “Narrowing it down won’t be too hard, I’m positive it’s someone in the AS’ inner circle hence the name of the stone.” I turn and hand it over to a crime scene technician “Put this in evidence please this one is very important.” the technician nods and marks the evidence, I look back over to my partner who was engrossed looking at his notebook and I let out a small yawn “I’m heading home now, I’m exhausted. You mind finishing up here? I'm also almost finished with the police report from the last case so I'll turn it in first thing tomorrow cool?” He nods while he puts away his notepad in his back pocket and looks to me with a small smile “Yeah for sure, see you tomorrow.” I wave goodbye and I head back to my car and drive home for the night.

While I driving home I begin to think about that cuff link. Whose is it? And why was Mr. Ito killed? Hopefully we’re able to get the suspect’s print off of the cuff link but I highly doubt that since it’s probably covered in Mr. Ito’s prints.

When I arrive at my apartment complex, the lights to the parking lot are busted so it was kind of dark but not enough to where I couldn’t make things out. While I carefully get out of my car and I start to walk to my apartment. While I look through my purse to find my house keys I hear the cocking of a gun behind me “Take one more step In that direction and I will kill you.” I jump up and I turn around dropping my purse on the ground. I focus on both figures both dressed in black one was average height with jet black hair framing his face, and a tall one with blonde-brown hair. I raise my hands slightly to show I have nothing in my hand then the tall one removes my gun from my holster. The guy with the black hair grumbles “Mingi hurry up, I have a feeling someone saw us.” The dark haired male grabs me and points a gun to my lower back while his hand covers my mouth and nose with a cloth “If you scream things will get much worse from here, you wanted to be the hero so now’s your chance to take the fall.” Mingi the tall one, walks up to me and injects something into my neck, zip ties my hands and slings me over his shoulders like a rag doll. I have to fight to stay awake. I have to at least see the vehicle. I force my eyes open trying to stay awake whilst trying to free myself from Mingi's strong grip but my eyelids become unbearably heavy and I fall unconscious before I’m able to see the vehicle.

A few hours later, I wake up in a lowly lit room and quickly realize I'm tied up to a chair. Slightly groggy, I look around and see no one was in here. This empty room, is practically a near empty room with a crudely made empty bookcase behind me which looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years along with a mix of bunch of random debris on the ground and dried blood. I sigh then I yell out “Hello?! Let me out of here please!?” After yelling for what seemed like a little while I hear footsteps fast approaching, and soon the door clicks open. It was the dark haired guy who abducted me again. “So you finally woke up, it took you long enough.” He stands in front of me and stares me down all while I look up at him trying to show him I wasn’t scared of him which was an obvious lie considering how I was manhandled earlier so easily. “Why am I here? Who are you?” Completely ignoring my question he reaches over and squeezes my cheeks really hard to the point where I jerk my head back in pain unable to escape his grip “You know, I hate cops. I hate how they try to dig up your business.” I glare at him “Well, maybe you shouldn’t be getting rich off of illegal businesses and death. ” He lets out a mocking laugh and lets go of my cheeks slightly throwing my head back with force that was pretty aggressive “Wow, Detective you’re funny. You know not everyone grew up with the same stupid sense of right and wrong as you right? We do what we can to survive.” I shake my head “No, you and your stupid mafia sheep are just a bunch of idiots who will eventually fall victim to natural selection.” He grabs a fistful of my hair “Oh, we’ll see about that.” He leans in close to my face “I need the rest of the names of the cops who are working on the Ito case, you pigs have something that belongs to San.”

Oh god, is he talking about Choi San? So it was his cufflink, I should have known. I shake my head “No, I won’t tell you anything...” He mutters under his breath “You little- I seriously don’t have patience for you...” he grabs me by the collar of my shirt and punches me in the jaw. A sharp pain shoots through my jaw and the taste of blood fills my mouth, for a few seconds I look at him slightly dazed while I mumble “I’m not telling you.” He shakes me violently pulling me from the rope I'm tied to “Talk! I need those names now!” he pushes me back and I fall on my back and on my arms letting out a pained cry “No! I’m not going to tell you anything!” The male walks over to me and kicks me several times in the stomach causing me to let out pained screams and cough up blood. Slowly I start feeling like I was losing my consciousness again but before it happens he grabs me by the rope I was tied up with again and pulls the chair back up “Hey, are you passing out? Come on, tell me names and It’ll all stop. I promise.” He spits out mockingly. I shake my head while I look at the floor trying to dissociate myself from the situation I’m in. Blood profusely drips from my mouth onto my white collared shirt soaking through the shirt and feeling the dull drops of blood fall onto the fabric. One, two, three..

The dark haired man walks over to the corner of the room and grabs a crop whip and hits me so hard I could hear the whip crack. I let out a cry of pain and suddenly a thin, tall, dark haired man dressed all in black wearing a leather jacket comes in and grabs his shoulder “I think she’s had enough. You can stop hitting her now Wooyoung, she’s not going to talk.” Right after he comes in another man enters the room, he wore a wine colored dress shirt and some fitted dress pants with his dark hair slicked back and black rimmed glasses. It’s Choi San, the current leader of Aurora Syndicate. He looks exactly the way people described him to be. Handsome, cat like eyes with a jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds, and a very intimidating prescence. Wooyoung, slighty nervous knowing he messed up looks over at both guys and says “Seonghwa, San, I tried being nice but she was being so rude I didn’t have a choice.” San looks over at Wooyoung quite irritated and says “Can’t you ever follow orders? We need her alive. I never asked you to do this.” Wooyoung raises both of his hands and nods “Alright, alright fine. I’m sorry. I just thought that because you usually-” San turns to Seonghwa and cuts him off “ Seonghwa, please take her to the infirmary and ask Jongho to clean up Wooyoung’s stupid mess” San then makes his way over to me and kneels down, looks at me for a few seconds and lifts my chin up with his finger to meet his gaze all while wiping the blood off my chin with his thumb “I’ll talk to you later Detective, we have some things I wan to discuss.” he gets up and wipes the blood he wiped off of my chin onto Wooyoung's shirt. Slightly annoyed by this action, Wooyoung scrunches up his face in distaste and follows behind him leaving me alone with Seonghwa.

The man quietly walks over to me and uncuffs me from the chair. “That’s a lot of blood, I hope Wooyoung didn’t do too much damage.” His soft voice had some calming effect to where I was slowly coming back from my dissociation and felt a bit more grounded. He kneels next to me and for a few seconds he lets me recollect myself “Let’s go to the infirmary, hopefully you can get rest there.” Slowly tears well up in my eyes making my vision blurry. He lets out a soft sigh and gently pats my back “It’s okay, don’t cry. I can’t guarantee that nothing will happen to you but I suggest you just listen and answer the questions you’re asked.” I shake my head “No, I’d rather die than throw my whole squad under the bus.” He fixes my disheveled hair and says “I know, but trust me the faster you fess up the faster you’ll be able to leave. Just think about it, please.” He slowly helps me up and picks me bridal style in his arms.

While we head over towards the infirmary I break the silence by saying “Why are you being so nice?” For a few seconds he stays quiet until he finally responds “Well, I believe in treating people with kindness despite whether or not I dislike something about them. For instance, I don’t like the feds but that won’t stop me from being a decent human being.” I look up at him in sheer confusion “But you’re a literal criminal. You steal and kill people for a living.” A small smile appears on his face and he says “Criminal or not i’m still human. Remember, we all have reasons as to why we do things even if sometimes those things aren’t good.” He’s right, even the people on the other side of justice have their reasons for being criminals. Not everyone decides to do it because they want to be evil, most of the time it’s the lack of money, or a cry for help. Everyone is different.

When we finally enter the infirmary it smelled exactly like a hospital, intoxicatingly sterile. Jongho was at his desk on the computer but as soon as he sees me in Seonghwa’s arms he quickly gets up and walks over to us. Seonghwa gently sets me down on the examining table. Jongho looks at me for a brief second in horror then looks over at Seonghwa “What the hell happened? Why does she look like this?” Seonghwa looks at Jongho and says “It was Wooyoung, San got pretty upset about it too.” Jongho looks over at me and glances at the police badge around my neck making a very uncomfortable face and huffs under his breath “That bastard..” He uncomfortably smiles “ Seonghwa, I’ll take it from here thank you.” He nods and walks out the door closing the door behind him. Leaving Jongho and I alone.

Jongho puts on some latex gloves and he grabs his stethoscope from a drawer near his desk. He gently places the chest piece on my chest and does a whole routine check up listening to my breathing and what not, shortly after he finishes he puts his stethoscope around his neck and clears his throat “I listened to your organs and everything sounds fine, no broken ribs which is good. I see that your arms are quite red, so you might get bruises but no broken bones which is good news too. I also see that you coughed up blood but you’ll be okay you’ll just be sore for a couple of days the internal bleeding will heal on its own as it's not severe. I'm going to give you some pain killers, they’ll help for a couple of hours.”

After taking the medicine he proceeds to clean my busted lip “Thank you, but I have a question.” His eyebrows slightly raise “Oh, sure what is it?” I give him a pleading look and I say “Why am I here?” his face grows a little serious and he goes back to cleaning my wound “Oh, well you’re here because San Is looking for a family Heirloom he lost... That heirloom is so important to him because it was a gift from his father and to get it back he decided he was going to hold you for ransom until the police hands it over.” I sit there trying to process everything for a few moments then I respond “Isn’t that a little overboard for a cufflink?” Jongho shrugs “It is, but knowing how San is since he really treasures everything his father gave him. I’m sure he really doesn’t want to replace it and it’s understandable.”

San’s father, Junseo “The Phantom” Choi. He was killed in a shootout last winter at a restaurant he frequented. I look down at my police badge then I look over at Jongho “San could have just asked me to give it to him. It's really that simple.” Jongho shakes his head “I wish it was that easy but it’s complicated, let’s just say that your Captain and San’s family aren’t on great terms so in a way this is payback .This is as much as I can tell you because to begin with I wasn’t even supposed to tell you any of this so please just act like it’s the first time you’ve heard about it when San questions you.” I nod “Of course no worries. By the way thank you for not trying to kill me.” Jongho’s small smile comes back and he says “Of course, none of this is your fault to begin with.” Suddenly a guy with light grey hair that almost looks white comes in and says “Hey, I’m taking her from you San wants to talk to her. Is she clear for interrogation?” I give Jongho a worried look and he gives me a small reassuring smile, helps me get off the examining table and walks me over to the guy at the doorway “Yes Hongjoong, she's clear.”

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veryace-ficrecs · 3 months

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looking for voltron (legendary defenders) found family or klance, i love some good banter. i’m also always up for some good angst but no pressure there

I can sure do that for you!

Voltron Fic Recs

This Is The Part Of Me (That You're Never Gonna Ever Take Away) by negativefouriq - Rated T

Lance finishes reading the file, then turns to face Shiro. Shiro braces himself for an onslaught of questions, and readies himself to message Coran — “Is this your way of quietly kicking me off Voltron?” — and freezes. Huh? “Pardon?” Lance swallows roughly, eyes trained on his fidgety hands. “Um, I asked if this is your way of kicking me off the team,” Lance repeats. Shiro has never felt more like his brain was completely empty, because he has no fucking clue what to say. --- OR: Shiro and Lance have a misunderstanding. But Shiro wants nothing except for his kids to be happy, so he clears things up as quickly as possible.

Singularity by this_book_has_been_loved - Rated T

AU where instead of landing in the trash nebula, Pidge finds herself on the same planet as a certain Galra prison camp

The Lost Paladin by dinosuns - Rated T

If he doesn’t leave, all of him will be reduced to cinders. But if he leaves, all of him will be undone. A course that he will choose to chart, no matter how it breaks his heart. It’s a battle that cannot be won. - Their names burn inside him, seared onto his soul. Black coal sits in the centre of his chest, fuelling a fire that was soon to be smothered by the very people that set it ablaze.

Bad Diagnosis by ElfGrove - Rated T

Pidge has been having bad headaches for nearly a week straight, so she decides to see if the infirmary has some sort of Altean Advil. The actual news is not so great.

Tag in, tag out by Rangergirl3 - Rated T

When a teammate is in danger, Keith doesn't stand by when there is something he can do to help - even if it might cost him his life.

Family Can Be 2 Aliens and 5 Ex-Paladins by Lilacs_and_the_sea - Rated G

The war is over, and everyone's back home with their family. Everyone except Keith.

i'm family? by seph_bites - Rated T

“You were right when you said I shouldn’t be leader. All of you were right and Shiro was wrong. I can’t be what you guys need,” he said quietly. “No,” Hunk said defiantly. “You’re the one who’s wrong. Because you’ve been there for us. You didn’t want to be the leader of Voltron but you did it anyway. For us.” “And I almost got all of you killed in the process! Look, once Shiro can pilot Black again, what would I stay for?” “Us! You’re supposed to say us, you asshole!”

A Family By Any Other Name by Calacious - Rated T

Lance and Keith discover a lone survivor on a planet whose inhabitants have been wiped out by a virus brought to them by a visitor from another universe.

the perfect pair by polypinneaple - Rated T

“Don’t– you know it’s not different Shiro, Pidge and I work just as much if not more and what, they can just skip practice today because they’re homesick, or what, tired? This is a war!” “If they can’t pull their weight then maybe they shouldn’t be here. No! I don’t want to hear it, I’m going to go train.” ••• Hunk wasn’t an angry guy, he wasn’t short tempered or easily poked. But something about the way Keith spoke about Lance made him furious, he didn’t care what these people thought about him, but his Lance? Hunk would go to war and die fighting if it meant Lance was happy. AKA Lance and Hunk deal with feeling like outsiders to Team Voltron during their first few weeks in, it doesn't go well.

It's Okay by TerrificTea - Not Rated

It was supposed to be a simple intel mission. In and out. Simple right? But this is Voltron, and now Lance and Pidge are trapped after an explosion, leaving Pidge concussed, confused and with a rapidly growing concern for her teammate.

Voltron Means Family, And Family Means No One Gets Left Behind by Spazzcat - Rated G

Five times the merchant vessel Castle of Lions gained a new crew member, and one time they all refused to leave.

Family, Then and Now by NightPurity - Rated G

Hunk likes to bake, but sometimes, his thoughts get a tight hook into him and start to pull him down. Coran, he happens to stumble upon a hurting Hunk. Sometimes, it hurts thinking about those you've lost, but also, it helps to talk about it. Of course, hope can help keep you afloat.

#veryace asks #voltron #keith kogane #lance mcclain #pidge gunderson #takashi shirogane #vld coran #princess allura #vld #voltron legendary defender #found family #klance #ao3 #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs

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icypantherwrites · 2 months

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New Fic: Here

Summary: [Third and final part to the Sniper trilogy] Voltron has rescued Lance but the person with them now is not the same boy they once knew. Even outside the Galrans’ influence Lance believes himself to be Sniper, an assassin to the Galra Empire with his final mission to eliminate Voltron. It’s going to be a long, difficult journey that they know won’t end even when Lance does remember them as then he’ll also remember all of the horrors he committed as Sniper and have to come to terms with what he did. But they do know they’ll be there for him every step of the way because Lance was gone, he’s been found and now he’s here, with his space family, to stay.

Chapter Snippet:

“I won’t tell you anything.”

The words were near biting in their intensity, in the furrow to Lance’s brow as he glared dark ocean eyes in Coran’s direction and beyond them Shiro could see Keith and Pidge freeze in their tracks as Lance spoke his first words since he’d awoken.

But they could not hide the fear that swam in them as they darted from Coran to the items in his hands and back to his face, his body still trembling slightly.

“That is perfectly all right,” Coran smiled reassuringly at Lance. “I was not planning to ask any questions of you.”

The briefest crease of confusion crossed Lance’s face before his eyes widened and then his entire expression shuttered into a near blank mask that Shiro could only imagine was the one he wore beneath his actual mask, but…

Why?

Why had—?

Shiro’s breath caught.

Lance had assumed he was about to be interrogated, of which Coran had sought to alleviate with his words and smile.

But with that option removed Lance could only see one other outcome.

Shiro swallowed, hands curling at his sides.

Torture.

He was preparing himself to be in pain. And, clearly…

This was far from the first time he’d done so.

Shiro’s stomach both clenched and turned over while his heart somehow managed to crack even more.

Read chapter one here

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ao3isthehomogod · 10 months

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Feast

Author: IcyPanther

Words: 22,313

Chapters: 10

Author Summary:

Lance is well aware he's the weak link on Team Voltron. He knows he's not the brightest. But he's not stupid. And he's always thought that even despite his shortcomings he had not just a place with Voltron, but friends who would look out for him just as he would do for them.

But that doesn't seem to be the case anymore. While there's no knife to stab him in the back, the ones his friends wield with their cruel, heartless words cuts just as deep. And by the time Lance realizes that something is wrong, that these people are not his friends, it's too late.

The feast has begun.

My Summary:

Words will never be able to describe how much I love IcyPanther. She is such an amazing writer and devoted fan of Voltron- I just love her so much! 💕 I legit cried while reading this. I’ve never related to a character as much as I do Lance. This fic not only exhibits his insecurities PERFECTLY but also included just enough originality. I feel like this fandom sometimes overuses the “Depressed Lance” or the “Seventh Wheel” tag but there are the occasional fics where they are written with just enough. This was just so gut-punching and heartbreaking trust me you’ll like it!

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Lance & Everyone (no romantic)

Characters: Team Voltron + Krolia

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klance-brainrot · 3 months

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klancing all things end by hozier

tw: angst, mcd, klance on-off relationship

They know they will break up again and then get back together and then break up again because they just don't work together but they can't live without one another.

Their personalities clash too severely for it to work permanently.

"The last time I felt your weight on my chest, you said: we didn't get it right, but love, we did our best"

this is them knowing they are going to break up again soon because they can't be together for more than a month and they both feel the end nearing. This is the calm before the storm, this is the night before another big fight, this is the cuddle before the argument.

"Just knowing that everything will end and we should not change our plan when we begin again"

this is them talking about their next try at a relationship and how, even though it never works, they would never change anything about their fucked up relationship attempts because at least they can be together that way.

"All that we intend is built on sand"

when starting new they both already know it's going to fail again. it's a fragile peace, it's all built on sand, it can be swept away by a single wave.

"If there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn't to it right"

this is Lance standing over Keith's grave and thinking about all they could've been and all they could've done together if it had worked. But it didn't work out. They tried so often but it never worked out, but Lance knows he doesn't regret a thing, he would've tried over and over and over again for those moments where it does work.

Until it doesn't.

Since he knows Keith, he knows, he didn't regret a thing either. Keith too would've tried over and over and over again just for those few moments of peace in between.

Their friends and family had tried countless times to tell them that it wouldn't work - it wouldn't work this time and it wouldn't work the next time they tried, but they never listened. For a while they tried to keep their distance from each other, but both of them were doing so bad during it. Lance was barely eating and ended up in the ER. Keith thought he was the only one suffering that badly but once Shiro let it slip that Lance was in the hospital he couldn't do it anymore and he came back. They always came back to each other. They cant live without each other.

"I have never known a silence like the one fallen here, never watched my future darken in a single tear"

this is the first time they broke up. They really thought it would work but their personalities and traumas and behavioral tendencies just work against each other unfortunately. Keith thought it was fixable, he would try everything, but one fight had gone too far and Lance breaks up with him. He sheds one single tear while doing it but remains otherwise neutral and says that it's probably better form him to take some time for himself. Keith is numb from shock and can't really say anthing, nothing that'd help Lance stay. So he watches the single tear fall and he watches him leave. For the first time. He will watch him leave over and over and over again.

"I know we want this to go easy by being someone's fault, but we've come long enough to know this isn't what we want"

this is their 5th breakup. They've done this before. They know how this goes. They get back together, they are good together for a few weeks until everything goes down the drain again. Most of the time there isn't even a trigger really. It's just a few fights too many and a few unfortunate things said that hurt bad. Too bad.

Lance says this when he's about to leave again - they both know it's both of their fault and at the same time it's noones fault.

Because that's who they are.

Keith with his parental trauma and need to distance himself from the ones he loves, and Lance with his fear of abandonment and being the second choice. He grew up in a happy family and can't deal with Keith's traumas forever. He needs to put himself first and he can't do that while being with Keith. But he can't live without him either.

They can't live without each other.

thank you @justdissimp for the beta and @numerous-bees-in-a-skin-suit for the encouragement <3

#they can't live without each other guys.#soooo normal about them (lie)#Also sorry for the pain I don't know where that came from #tbh I normally don't read angst and I would not touch mcd with a 3m pole but.#I've been brainrotting to hozier and this had to get out #sorry to the discord server for the surprise angst LMAO #voltron #klance #fanfic #klance fic #klance fanfic #klangst #kangst #langst #keith kogane #lance mcclain #vld #voltron legendary defender #og brainrotting

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autisticlancemcclain · 7 months

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fic rec friday 42

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

The Wrath of Kzhan by Oh_Contrary

A mission goes terribly wrong when Lance and Pidge are betrayed by their would-be allies. Now Pidge is injured and it's up to Lance to get her to safety-- But can he do so in time to save her? And even if he does, who's going to save him?

pidge & lance fic? ft. bamf protective lance? focus on platonic/sibling love? i got u guys. hard angst with a lot of fear but heavy fluff and comfort at the end, and a very interesting and intentional plot!

2. Lion Heart by ErinWantsToWrite

Lance can't remember. He doesn't know where he is, why he's on this strange planet- yeah a planet that isn't earth- he's just fourteen! Why was he here? Where was his mom? His big sister? Why was this giant, mechanical, blue lion comforting him? Why were these people talking to him through a helmet, even if he couldn't answer? How does he get out of this suit-Who are those purple dudes outside of the lion?

i will always always ALWAYS have the softest of soft spots for de-aged lance. its gotta be one of the top three plot devices fr. oh? lance doesnt know how to be his true self around his team? and his team doesnt know how to understand him yet? here is an easy and fun to read solution 😊

3. Hide and Seek by @zipadeea

“We can’t say blue, I’m already blue. It would just get confusing.” “You go out of your way to make our lives confusing, Lance.” “Memes save lives, Keith. That’s all you need to know.” The story of how Voltron got its official Code Blue for medical emergencies. And the five times the paladins use it.

this fic is pretty evenly centered around all the team, but shiro lovers im calling u rn. the last scene with keith and lance and shiro actually made me want to curl up and sob in the best possible way i thought it about it for days after

4. Up the river by @zipadeea

Lance falls in a river on a strange planet, and gets stranded up the river with an even stranger kid. He's getting pretty tired of waiting for his friends to come rescue him, before realizing, maybe this time, he's going to have to figure out a way to save himself.

i need yall to undestand how batshit feral this fic made me. im always a little bit obsessed with religious imagery, thats just how things are, but this one just had it everywhere and so seamlessly?? in fact i think i actually went insane about this fic before in a separate post, i cant remember when, i just know that ive read this fic a stupid amount of times and i have specific lines memorised and i think about it all the time

5. Take It In, Feel It All and Hold It by @bleusarcellewrites

“Do you wanna try it out, Lance?” Lance blinks at him, eyes narrowed in confusion and making the adult to chuckle. “Dancing, son. Do you wanna dance with me?” “I dunno how, papa.” The five years-old bites his lower lip unsure, looking up at his dad nervously but the adult just smiles softly at his son and holds out both of his hands towards the child. “It’s okay, son,” he comforts gently, “Just take my hands, I got you.” [Small moments that made Lance realize how much he loves dancing with the people he loves]

okay i know a good chunk of you are new so im gonna give u a lil chunk of information, from a voltron elder (my old ass). bleusarcelle was at one point the reigning goddamn monarch of the klance fic world like well and truly. the most iconic and well loved domestic klance fics have ALL come from bleusarcelle i swear to god. and this fic? this particular one? this one is absolutely THEE most parent klance fic of all time. read this and have ur cheeks ache with your smile

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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corruptedplaylist · 19 days

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Lance looks through the binoculars again and finds Keith at the same time Adam calls Keith’s name and points at where Lance is standing. The other boy glances up, caught between a laugh from watching Pidge and Hunk write a lewd message in the sand. He flips him off and Lance’s hand-painted skull grins back at him. Keith’s cheeks are pink from the chill, his eyes bright and mischievous as the wind catches on the edges of his hair.

Lance mechanically waves back as he pulls away from the binoculars, Keith becoming a tiny figure against the sand as a blush begins to stain Lance’s cheeks. He hikes the collar of his jacket up, glancing furtively back at Shiro and then down at the shore below.

Oh.

Fuck.

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this was an excerpt from chapter 10 of my fic! here's some more info if ur interested:

title: looking out for you

platform: ao3 only

rating: t

genre(s): slice of life college au

ships: Keith Kogane/Lance McClain, Adam/Shiro

words/chapters: 187k/18 chapters

status: completed

summary/elevator pitch: wholesome queer vibes and healthy communication a la voltron. found family shenanigans include: paintball, halloween parties, laundromat trips, beach episode, family dinners, video game tournaments, awkward confessions, grocery shopping, and some good old angst and character development. also, lance may or may not get possessed by a ghost but it's not pidge's fault.

i was reminiscing on this fic and decided to just promo it bc why not? drop me a comment/kudos if u check it out and like it!

for anyone who has already read it or is planning on reading it, i've done faqs between the three acts. i recently updated my faq here for act iii if anyone is interested (i finally got around to putting in some more details!)

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