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Lance’s breath freezes in his chest and his eyes go wide as Keith’s hands stay in his hair, scratch strikingly against his nape; as they move down to cup around his neck, his face.
“Hey Lance,” Keith says, breathless, his eyes twinkling. “I have something I need to tell you.”
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The pool scene™️ but how it should have gone + add a lil spice
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“This your place?” Keith asked, panting.
His host raised his eyebrow, pushing open the door.
“No,” he deadpanned, “this is my annoying neighbour’s house. He’s on holidays. I’m staying here and using all his things to take revenge for hours of small talk.”
“Oh,” Keith replied, impressed. “Cool.” He’ll have to do that next time Lance is on a solo mission.
“No, I’m – I’m kidding, Paladin.”
“Oh,” Keith repeated, disappointed. “Less cool.”
“Just – get in the house.”
Keith didn’t argue. He followed his host into the small building, nodded as he was pointed to a guest room, and passed out the second his head hit the straw-stuffed pillow.
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When Keith woke, it was dark outside. A scarred face was looming over his, and he bit back a scream, hand flying for his knife on reflex.
“Peace, Paladin,” said Ares, holding up a hand. “I startled you. I did not mean to. It’s time for the feast.
Keith slumped. His heart slowed from its jackrabbit pace. “Yeah. Yeah, man, thanks. I’ll be right out.”
His host nodded and left, closing the door behind him. Keith took one minute to calm himself, closing his eyes and counting his breaths. Once sixty seconds passed, he stood, glancing down at his armour.
That was…fine, right?
They always wore their armour to diplomacy missions. Well, mostly because Keith threw a massive hissy fit the second Coran attempted to force him into the worst, most restrictive suit he’d ever seen. His armour was battered, unpolished, and honestly kind of rank, but it wasn’t like he had many other options. He held out his helmet, inspecting himself in the reflection of his visor.
Shiro would tell him to brush his hair.
Too bad he didn’t have a hairbrush.
He walked out of his room, shrugging. His host was waiting for him by the small hearth in the middle of the house, standing as Keith approached.
“Shall we make our leave?”
“Sure.”
He followed his host back out of the little house. They walk in silence. Keith’s feet begin to hurt by the five minute mark – he has no idea how long he slept, but it was not long enough, and exhaustion still pulled at his frame.
Dryope had mentioned food, though. And something like a party, but one lucky thing about Ares – he doesn’t seem to be much of a partier, either, so hopefully Keith could ditch that bright and early and go right back to sleep.
They walked along the same hills Keith’s host had led them down earlier, only this time they were going up, so it was worse. Thankfully, though, the walk was just barely shorter – they weren’t walking back to the beach, but to the hearth, the big fire pit Keith noticed walking in. All the houses they passed were empty, not even a light by the window.
“Is everyone at the – party, thing, whatever?” Keith panted.
Ares eyed him briefly, not pausing his stride. “Look for yourself.”
They crested the top of the hill, and Keith’s jaw dropped.
The hearth was blazing. The flame burned so brightly and hugely that Keith was half-convinced it was out of control. Surrounding it in hundreds of chattering groups was every single Aegian, tall and wide and small, smiling and laughing. As he watched, an Aegian called something in a language Keith couldn’t understand, and immediately dozens of the tree-warriors rushed up to join hands in a big ring around the fire, twirling and dancing as the watching Aegians chanted and sang.
Keith’s first thought was, Aren’t these guys made of wood?
His second thought was, This looks like a hippie commune. Time to ditch.
Unfortunately Ares caught him before he could go right back the way they can, spinning him around and shoving him down the hill.
“Real hospitable,” Keith grumbled.
His host seemed, as much as such a scary person could look, amused. “On you go, Paladin.”
Keith stomped on. He probably could take Ares in a fight, at least normally, but he was exhausted and injured and weak. Plus, if he was the reason behind yet another failed diplomatic mission, Lance would gleefully hold it over his head for weeks, and Shiro would be disappointed if Keith finally killed him. Plus, Allura would be upset with him, and having Allura upset with you kind of feels like taking a kitten that loves and trusts you and drop kicking it into the sun. Very quickly, you realise that you are the scum of the Earth and the worst person alive. It’s generally just something you should avoid.
As he trudged down the hill, he quickly recognised three familiar suits of armour. They were kind of hard to miss – even as scuffed as they were, they glinted in the light of the massive fire, shining like a bunch of precious stones. Pidge, sulking somewhere near a table of desserts; Hunk, chatting with his host; and Shiro, speaking with the Aegian leader like the tryhard little teacher’s pet he was. Coran stuck out, too, in his bright blue Altean uniform that was somehow pristine even though Keith watched him get flung at a wall and shocked by a bare wire from the broken control centre back on the dead castle.
All the Aegians wore some kind of bedsheet, or their Tinkerbell clothes. Interestingly, the dryads were not the only Aegians present – there were others who looked a little more human, although they had plenty of strange features that reminded Keith they were not. A group of laughing girls looked like they were made from the bottom of a pool in the sunlight, skin shifting with dappled light. Several guys walked around with half a donkey hanging out of their drawers. Keith spotted some honest-to-God centaurs. One girl appeared to be made out of blowing, spinning wind.
Hundreds of eyes seemed to follow Keith as he joined the crowd, glancing at him and then back at their friends, whispering to themselves. Keith shrunk into himself, letting his hair fall in front of his eyes – no one looked mad, or angry, or cruel, but no one looked exactly welcoming, either. Ares had disappeared at some point, not that he was what Keith would consider a friendly face.
Keith needed to find someone he knew, stat.
His first instinct was Pidge – the two of them usually slunked in some corner together whenever they were forced (often at gunpoint, thanks, Lance) to some stupid party. They had a running game called How Many People Can We Convince That Barking Is A Polite Human Greeting Before Shiro Finds Out. So far their score was 135-149, Pidge in the lead. (Keith very much intended to catch up.) But before he could make it over to where she was hiding, a group of water-girls descended upon her like a pack of piranhas, giggling and shouting something about braiding and eye makeup. Keith decided he would rather chew off his right hand than put himself anywhere near that, and did an abrupt 180 in search of Hunk.
Unfortunately, the big guy was still preoccupied. His host – Elijah (or something, Keith would be reminded of his real name eventually) – was showing him some kind of metal box that opened to a bunch of intricately placed gears and bobbles and wires. Hunk was staring at it like the Holy Grail. Not even Keith’s best pleading eyes and sad orphan story would convince him to babysit Keith and glare at anyone who attempted to socialise. Another dead end.
Keith sighed. That really only left –
“Hey, squirt!”
Keith went bright red, cringing with his whole entire body. He loved his brother, he really, truly did, but Shiro was as out of depth as he was at stuff like this and tended to overcompensate by being affectionate. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, except he had a bad case of Foot In Mouth Disease and knew Keith at his most embarrassing early teenage emo.
So.
“Hey, Shiro,” he said stiffly, trying not to die inside as the man pressed a smacking kiss right in the centre of his forehead.
A tall, handsome guy somewhere to their left raised his eyebrows, smiling with amusement. Keith thought he could die. Sometimes, he thought his brother was secretly a forty-six year old suburban mom of three.
“We missed you!” cried his embarrassing brother. He was so genuine about it, it was hard not to smile back at him. “You took so long getting here!”
“My host’s place is at the farthest corner of the city,” Keith explained. “Had to hike here. Thought I was gonna bite it by mile six.”
Shiro snorted. “Drama queen.”
“Yeah, yeah. You try hiking after getting shaken around like a bobblehead. I bet your place is, like, twenty feet away from here.”
“Pretty much,” Shiro agreed, smile turning into more of a smirk. He attempted to dig his knuckles into Keith’s skull, but Keith was well used to his brand of crap and squirmed away at the last second. “Akeso’s sorta the main healer around here – at least I think? They’re not much of a talker – so they live in this building that’s attached to the infirmary. One of the big buildings in the inner circle.”
He pointed to one of the more rectangular buildings Keith had seen on the way in, with a much smaller, rounder building attached to it like one of those suction fish on a shark. It was hard to make out many details in the dark, fire’s light only able to stretch so far, but it looked pretty infirmary-ish.
“Hunk’s staying near the forges. He loves it, you should talk to him about it. He’s all cute and excited, you know that look he gets. Elatreus is impressed with him, practically made him an assistant.”
Elatreus! That’s the host’s name. And Keith absolutely knew what look Shiro’s talking about – the wide brown eyes, clasped hands, talking a mile a minute. He smiled softly. Nothing better for the soul like watching an ecstatic Hunk.
“That’s good. Glad he’s happy.”
“Yep. And Pidge is in a regular house like you, little more in-city. Next to some kind of trap shop? I don’t totally get it. Apparently Dysnomia needs a lot of supplies. Pidge was being all sketch about it.”
“That’s not super reassuring.”
“It is not!” Shiro agreed. He led Keith to one of the many tables laid out, absolutely covered in food. Keith realised he was ravenous, piling up a plate at least a foot high with meats and breads and foods he couldn’t even identify, but that smelt positively godly. At Shiro’s raised eyebrow, he rolled his eyes and selected a single vegetable.
“Make sure you toss some in the fire,” Shiro advised.
Keith squinted at him. “I’m…not gonna do that, thanks.”
“No, no, you have to.”
He pointed to the edge of the fire, where, sure enough, some Aegians were scraping the edge of their plates into the flames.
Keith wrinkled his nose. “The hell are they burning their food for? What a waste!”
Shiro shrugged, stepping into the line. “Akeso said it’s an old tradition, something that their ancestors felt protected them and gave them good will and peace. No one really wants to mess with that mojo, so. Portion of the food is sacrificed.”
Keith would be less pressed about it if the food didn’t look and smell so good. Scraping perfectly good food into fire felt like spending hours polishing a sword only to scratch it three seconds later – effort for no reason. When it was their turn, though, Keith did as the custom dictated. He’d learned enough about questioning weird traditions.
He held eye contact with Shiro and flicked his one vegetable into the flames. Delightfully, his brother’s eye twitched, like he was considering shoving Keith into them. Suddenly, this custom was Keith’s favourite he’d ever been forced to partake in.
By the time they finally sat somewhere to eat, Keith was so hungry he was ready to eat his fingers along with the food. He inhaled his food for a good five or six minutes, ignoring Shiro’s attempts first at conversation, then at slowing him down.
“Christ, kid,” he said, voice tinged with either horror or awe. Maybe both. “Eating like I never fed you in your life.”
“You haven’t,” Keith replied around a rib of some kind. “Adam fed me. You made ash of everything you touched.”
Shiro’s expression soured. He poked sullenly at some kind of leaf. (Serves him right for trying to be some kinda health freak now that he’s in charge. Keith once watched him eat an entire Costco sheet cake at three in the morning, and that had been his first and only meal of the day. Keith enjoyed bringing it up every time Shiro preached about the benefits of salad and watching him just start screeching to drown Keith out. Good times.)
“I didn’t turn everything to ash, you ungrateful brat. I made muffins that one time!”
You microwaved an already cooked muffin, Keith thought, wisely choosing to eat some kind of rice dish instead of bringing it up. And it tasted like erasers afterr. So.
“Sure, Shiro.”
Shiro nodded, satisfied. He picked up the leaf, sprinkled with some…orange thing, maybe, Keith couldn’t tell exactly, and took a delicate bite. He looked less satisfied.
“So,” he said, setting down his plate like he was looking for an excuse not to eat it. He looked at Keith expectantly. “You must want an update on Allura.”
Keith blinked. “Oh, shoot, yeah. I didn’t see her. She good?”
“Yeah, from what we can tell. When we got to the infirmary, Akeso stitched up my knee, then we –”
“You had a knee injury?” Keith interrupted. “You should have said something!”
Shiro smiled gently. “I got it treated, dork.” He bumped their shoulders together, trying to ease Keith’s upset expression. “I’m fine, okay? If Akeso didn’t bring it up, I would have. Promise. It wasn’t too bad, anyway, I swear.”
Keith frowned harder. He had noticed Shiro shifting slightly when they were first confronted by Dryope and her army, but Shiro had walked away without limping, so he’d allowed himself to stop worrying. A stupid mistake, and one he should know better than making. He knows his stupidly self-sacrificial brother.
“Keith, seriously,” Shiro assured. He leaned down, unlatching his thigh and knee braces, then pulled back the rip in his undersuit. Keith wasn’t comforted by the size of the rip – nor the placement of it – but the wound didn’t look too bad, and was stitched neatly. Some kind of salve was spread all over it, under the clear wound dressing. As he watched, the wound seemed to contract, shrinking ever so slightly.
“Healing magic,” Shiro explained, putting his armour back. He patted Keith’s shoulder. “Akeso is super practiced at it. They stitched me up but warned that overdoing magic healing is as bad as cheating death, so it’ll still take a couple weeks to heal fully. Just won’t hurt so bad and might heal a little faster than with just stitches.”
“That why Allura is still out?” Keith clarified, finally letting go of the tension in his shoulders. Shiro looked relieved. “No speedy magic?”
Shiro nodded. “Exactly. After Akeso stitched me up we went to go visit Rhea, check on Allura. She’s tucked in this massive bed-nest thing, snoring away. She’s fine. Just super drained and needs all the rest she can. She’s in good hands.”
Relief punches out of Keith like a physical force. It’s one thing if his friends are injured, a whole other if they’re unconscious – but with Shiro’s assurance as well as Coran’s confidence earlier, he can relax. The two of them can read people like no one else on the ship – except maybe Lance. She’ll be fine.
“Speaking of Lance,” Keith said.
“No one brought up Lance except your own brain,” Shiro responded patiently. That infernal smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Keith went red, barrelling right on. “Where is he? This stuff is right up his alley, I figured he’d be out twirling until he passes out in the punch or something.”
Shiro frowned, looking at him funny. “He is? He’s been over –”
Just then, the music that had been playing in the background changed – there was a collective inhale, then all the instruments played something at once. Keith didn’t know much about music, but the something felt intentional, deeply so. A song was beginning, rather than endless background music.
Excited murmuring moved in waves throughout the gathered Aegians. People started shifting. High above everything else, loud and excited, rang a disbelieving laugh – a very familiar laugh.
Keith whipped his head up, roll dropping from his hand and bouncing into the dirt. At the edge of the crowd, lit softly by the orange golden flames, was Lance – but it was no wonder Keith had missed him before. He wasn’t wearing his armour.
He was wearing a dress!
Well, not really a dress. One of those ancient Greek toga things, that looks like a droopy bedsheet. Keith had noticed it on several – almost all, in fact – of the Aegians; a draped, white garment, cinched in the waist, pinned at the shoulders. It hadn’t looked anything special on them.
Lance, though, wore it like it had been made for him. Maybe it had. Most Aegians wore the toga-thing pinned at both shoulders, but Lance’s was only gathered at one, the rest of it falling artfully on his chest, looking dangerously like it was about to fall off. The cinched golden rope acting as a belt made his waist look downright tiny, like someone could pick him up around his middle and throw him, or something. It wasn’t crazy short, or anything, but Lance surely didn’t wear it down to his toes, like some others did. A pair of simple brown sandals wrapped all the way up his calves.
There were actual freaking laurels in his hair, along with what Keith could only assume were gold threads, wrapped around a few tiny, careful braids. A golden bracelet wrapped around his bicep, contrasting with his many Earth-made bracelets and anklets, and his plastic blue Moana watch that he never took off.
“He looks ridiculous!” Keith cried.
Shiro tried poorly not to laugh. “I think he looks nice!”
“He looks like a freaking Roman statue!”
The music started to swell, and Lance reached out to grab an offered hand, and suddenly Keith’s blood went cold.
“What is he doing all over Lance,” he hissed.
Shiro raised his eyebrows. “His…host?”
“Hosting immoral thoughts, maybe!” Keith protested. Shiro choked on his drink. “Look at his damn hand! Gripping Lance’s waist like there’s a magnet involved! What’s he want, to pick Lance up like a prize and show him around, or something? What a creep!”
But Lance wasn’t scowling, or even using his polite I-hate-you-and-can’t-wait-to-talk-crap-about-you-to-my-friends smile. He was just smiling, and concentrating hard on his feet, wrapping his own hands all over Mr. Creep. As the music got more complicated, they started dancing.
“What’s your deal with Peithos?” Shiro questioned. “What’s he –”
Keith ignored him. “And they have some kinda dance prepared? He’s supposed to be helping Lance recover, not teaching him a dance! How long have we been here for?”
Shiro finally sighed, giving up on his questioning. He watched the dancing duo, although with significantly less (zero) animosity than Keith.
“‘Bout ten hours? Give or take.”
“Ten ho – ten hours,” Keith said, stumbling over his words. He tore his eyes away and stared at his brother, alarmed. “We’ve been here ten whole hours? I thought it was, like, three!”
Shiro nodded, taking a long sip out of his cup. “Yep. Surprised the heck outta me, too. Went for a nap after checking on Allura, and boom, sun’s down, Akeso’s waking me up, and my leg hardly hurts anymore. Exhausted sleep is sleep, man, I feel you. Pidge, Hunk, and Coran knocked out, too. Only Lance stayed up. That’s why he’s not in armour. And why he knows this dance, apparently.” He nudged Keith’s shoulder, expression suddenly much more solemn. “You know how he is with sleep.”
Keith softened. He turned back to the blue paladin with a sigh, watching the half-Aegian twirl him around. The music got faster and faster and the man grabbed Lance around the waist and lifted him, twirling them both like it was easy as pie. Lance threw his head back and laughed, cheeks flushed and nose squinted like it does when he’s really laughing.
“Yeah, I know. Still, though. I don’t trust that guy. Too friendly. And Lance is too comfortable.”
“That’s fair.” Shiro was staring at him, too. “I don’t really trust many people here, actually. I think Rhea is trustworthy. And Elatreus. The other people, I can’t say yet. But Dryope…”
He turned to glance at the leader, who watched the festivities over the rim of an ornate glass. She sat on a carved rock, her father next to her. The rock-seat to her right was left empty. Keith could guess who it was for.
“There’s something they’re not telling us,” Keith finished, nodding. “Agreed.”
He turned back to look at Lance and Peithos. The song had ended, but they were still standing close to the fire, bent close. Lance was gesturing like crazy, smile lighting up his face. Peithos was intently watching his every move.
“We’ll keep an eye on them,” Shiro promised. His smile was small and reassuring. Keith glanced at the half-Aegian, then back at his brother, nodding slowly.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think we should.”
After the weird dance, the party started to die down. People slowly started to head out, first in singles, then in couples, then in large swathes. Pidge was one of the first to make her getaway. Keith looked around for his host, but couldn’t manage to land his eyes on him. He hoped he hadn’t already left – he had no clue how to get back to his guest room in the dark, and wasn’t super pumped about sleeping on the ground if it came to that.
“You know where the house is?” Keith overheard Peithos murmur, so close to Lance there wasn’t a place they weren’t touching.
Lance grinned up at him. “Yep! I’ll meet you there, don’t worry about me. Go do what you need to do.”
The half-Aegian smiled gratefully at him, then rushed off.
Some host, Keith thought bitterly.
His glare was apparently pretty pungent, because now that Lance’s distraction was gone, he looked over quickly. He brightened, jogging over.
“Keith! Hey! I haven’t seen you all night.”
“Yeah, wonder why,” muttered Keith sullenly.
“I hope you –” Lance frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What’s that supposed to mean,” Keith repeated, mocking. He rolled his eyes. Unfortunately he still managed to notice the expression on Lance’s face – wounded, not mad. He faltered.
That wasn’t how their arguments were supposed to go. “You know what it means,” he insisted, but it sounded unconfident even to his own ears.
“I really, really don’t. I looked for you earlier, I couldn’t find you when everyone else –”
“You looked?” Keith asked incredulously. “I couldn’t’ve pried your eyes away from Tall, Dark, and Handsome if I plucked them out of your head!”
Lance’s already-present flush exploded out of control, so bright Keith could see it even in the dying embers of the hearth. “I wasn’t – he’s not – you’re not – what are you talking about!” he finally managed, tripping over his words in a way he usually didn’t. “Peithos and I were just – were just – we were only dancing! He taught me the Spring Dance, earlier, when he was showing – showing – me the wildflower fields, and –”
Keith narrowed his eyes. He realised for the first time that Lance was swaying, slightly, and even as he talked himself out of his embarrassment, the red didn’t totally fade from his face, staying high on his cheeks.
“– I don’t know what your problem is, I swear, every time I have fun you live to ruin it. Gods, can’t I even have – have – have one thing, I just –”
He kept tripping over his words, like his tongue wasn’t working with him. Keith frowned harder.
“Lance, are you – drunk?”
“What? No!”
That Lance said clearly. He whirled on Keith with a new layer of clarity in his eyes, dark like pits and absolutely flashing in fury.
“You think,” he seethed, stepping forward, “that I am so freaking irresponsible, so absolutely stupid and idiotic, that I would get intoxi – intoxish – intoxicat –”
He couldn’t even say the words. Keith stared at him in alarm, because he raised a good point – Lance liked to pretend, but he really wasn’t irresponsible like that. Keith had never heard him swear. He went to bed at the same time every night. As far as he knew, he’d never actually touched a drop of alcohol in his life – it would be out of character for him to get wasted at a diplomatic mission, late at night, when they were separated and wary.
Something was not right.
“Lance, I think you should maybe –”
“Gods, you ruin – you ruin everything.” Lance blinked, hard, then glared at Keith, shoving off the steadying hand Keith had placed on his elbow and stumbling backwards. He held his gaze for several moments, absolutely glowering, and then – to Keith’s great horror – his brown eyes watered. Tears built up faster than he could wipe them away, tracing a line down his cheek. Keith staggered backwards.
“I hate you sometimes,” he said, and ran off.
Keith watched him go, aftertaste of the delicious food turning sour in his mouth.
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It’s funny, really, how miserable he is in this situation.
He can’t see blood staining his hands—instead he sees it pouring and pouring and pouring, the viscous liquid piling up into his hands before it overflows, dropping onto the ground like a never ending stream.
He realizes, realizes that Lance has to watch Keith die like this, over and over again for the rest of eternity. The only person that could save him is dead now, and Lance has to look at him bleed out in his arms forever.
It hurts just as bad every single time.
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Lance wakes up from that horrid, terrifying dream, his heart racing as he takes sharp, staccato breaths. Darkness shrouds the vicinity of his room—It’s warm, to the point that it feels like his skin is on fire. He feels like something is trickling down his nose, so he goes ahead and wipes it with his sleeve and inspects it carefully to see if it’s anything like blood. He can’t see very well, though, so he ends up attempting to get a glass of water in the middle of the night without waking anyone up. All while something is still pouring out from his nostrils.
He turns a light on and walks out, the metal door shutting with a dull, automatic thump. When he enters the living room, he’s shocked to see Keith, and…Griffin? What is James Griffin of all people doing with Keith Kogane in the middle of the night?
The two are on the couch, seemingly doing nothing until he hears a muffled noise come from their direction. He squints harder, and—
Oh. Oh no.
Keith has been dropped into Griffin’s lap and—ok, Lance is officially out!
He is not about to witness one of his closest friends/teammate be intimate with said friend’s TEENAGE BULLY. Lance turns on his heel faster than Voltron himself and attempts to make a break for it when he suddenly feels light headed and soon enough he’s falling to the ground as fast as the drops of his maybe-nosebleed.
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Lance wakes up in a hospital. Who knows what he’s gotten into now.
The strong, bitter smell of antiseptic and chloroform only further convinces him that he should go back to sleep, but the universe is apparently against him now as a familiar, unsteady voice calls his name. “Lance? Are you awake? Oh thank goodness!” Hunk sighs in relief, a hand on his chest, “We all thought you were dead! Well, not me, because I know you get chronic nosebleeds.”
Oh. That’s what happened. He starts to remember the events of the night—no, nights? Whatever—before; waking up from that dream of Keith dying and Lance being forced to watch him forever—He gets chills from just thinking about it—the trip to get a glass of water while his nose was conjuring up a flood; the sight of Keith and Griffin—NOPE. NOT THINKING ABOUT THAT.
“Ok, not to call you stupid, but I just wanna know what you were thinking when you put your room’s temperature to eighty-degrees?”
“I… don’t know. The only thing I know is that I definitely shouldn’t’ve walked in on James and Keith—”
“I do not need to know about that, bro.” Hunk politely interrupts, because he’s a literal ray of sunshine, “but what I do know,” he says, dropping what looks like his keys onto a nearby desk before whispering in Lance’s ear, “is that James and Keith are being called rivals now, and both of them aren’t denying it.”
Oh, that fucker—
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"This is your fault."
Keith showed signs of enormous maturity ignoring him, and Lance snorted. What is it? He was right! Couldn't he blame Keith? Everyone loved to remind him of his mistakes, but when he pointed out other's mistakes, everyone said, ''It can happen.''
So why were his mistakes worth more?
It was too depressing to think about, and they were in a big mess. Lance looked around. The Holy of Holies had solid walls, and he suspected that their weapons would not scratch the rock.
Their most important clue could be on one of the walls or under one of the pillars. But what should they do now? Should they call for help?
Lance tried to activate the communicator, but it was as if it had broken.
He groaned, "Great. We can't even ask others to come and get us."
"We can do it on our own."
Ah, Keith had finally decided to talk to him. Lance looked at him with skepticism, "Really? And how do you plan to do it?"
"I'll find a way."
"Well, I'd tell you to hurry, because the priests seemed pretty anxious to see us die," Lance yelled, angry.
Why did Keith have to look so calm? If he knew what he was talking about, then there was no need to worry, but every time he acted like nothing had happened, it only raised Lance's worries. Keith sighed, "Let me handle this. You just keep calm."
"How am I supposed to keep calm?" Lance demanded. Why did he always have to make things harder for himself?
"We're stuck here because you had to offend their god!"
Keith sighed, "I have not offended their god. I just said the sacrifices were a waste of time."
"And you don't think you offended their god?! Seriously?!"
READ MORE Say something, I'm giving up on you
#fanfiction#au#quote#voltron#voltron legendary defender#klance#teen angst#lance and keith#lance mcclain#lance angst#sad Lance#fuck canon#keith kogane#vld lance#vld keith#vld fanfic#vld fandom#vld klance
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keith’s back for a home visit
#is this canon? is this post canon? is this an au where keith went on a temporary field trip with the blade and it ACTUALLY was a field trip#not an excuse to justify the lion swap?#just bros being dudes#voltron#voltron legendary defender#voltron fanart#keith kogane#lance mcclain#vld#klance#klance fanart#vld fanart#keith fanart#vld lance#allura#pidge holt#allura voltron#pidge gunderson#lance fanart#pidge vld#pidge fanart#shiro voltron#takashi shirogane#Fuck the lion swap actually#my boy is FLUSTERED#fanart#art#drawing#illustration#hand drawn
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Reblog for sample :)
#I personally don’t like non-canon#with exception of soulmates AUs maybe#I just like the hood angst#lokius#destiel#innefable husbands#spirk#sterek#klance#ao3#ao3 poll#tumblr polls#community poll#poll#fandom writing
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I am this 👌 close to rewrite the whole rwrb movie with Klance instead.
Listen. LISTEN.
Lance is, obviously, the sexy Cuban son of the president 💅
You CAN'T convince me Lance isn't just as devoted to the people and wanting to leave a mark as Alex
Keith will be the prince of England for plot purposes
He's still gonna be Korean tho don't ask me how
At first I wanted to make Shiro Keith's older brother who gets married to Allura, but I don't wanna make Shiro straight
So I thought, what if Shiro and Allura are the couple that gets married but they're secretly platonic besties because they're both queer and closeted? 😭😭😭 adds a flavor of angst
(Plus I'm a sucker for Shallura platonic soulmates)
Then I thought LET'S MAKE JAMES THE ASSHOLE BROTHER, and Shiro the openly supportive gay cousin 💪
Allura IS Zahra
Pidge and Hunk will fill Nora's role as Lance's besties like duhhhh
Or Hunk could be the bodyguard!!!! From the secret services!!!!!
TW: I haven't read the book (yet) so this is all movie based
And the rest is history (the one they'll make AJDGSGSGUWGSGS)
#i'm literally gonna copy paste the movie but with klance and make it work#somehow#muahahaha#i miss the era when any movie or cartoom that would come out instantly became a klance au#i'm gonna contribute to thay#*that#klance#kick#vld#voltron#voltron legendary defender#klance is canon king#lance#keith#rwrb#red white and royal blue#alex and henry#rwrb movie#lgbtq#bisexual#gay#ao3#fanfic#fanfiction#rwrb AU
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fake, not fate by Silverine
“Uhm… hi honey,” says Lance tentatively, wondering who the hell is behind that mask and just how much will he wish to be dead after this.
But then the person speaks and his whole world turns upside down.
“…Hi.” A male voice. And an unmistakable one too, even though he hasn’t heard that voice in a while.
“You…” Lance says, but he stops his own mouth from ruining everything. Because, holy quiznak, that’s Keith.
He's marrying Keith.
Lance messes up during a mission and crashes into a sacred place. As if that wasn't bad enough, he can't leave unless his soulmate comes and marries him in a... questionable ceremony.
Oh well, he just has to fake a relationship with any of his friends and get over with it, right?...Right?
[words: 13,936, chapters: 1/1, rating: T]
#klance#klance fic#voltron#10-20k#canon divergent#fake relationship#teen and up#proposal#not really but like kinda lol#soulmate au
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Chapters: 6/17
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)
Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Romelle (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Krolia (Voltron), Keith's Wolf (Voltron), Original Alien Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Season/Series 07, Season/Series 7 - Canon Divergence, Love Confessions, Confess or Die, but not actually die, more like be trapped the rest of your life, Pining, Sooooo much pining, Pining Lance (Voltron), Pining Keith (Voltron), Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Requited Unrequited Love, lol, these boys love each other they just need a lil bit of time to figure their shit out, Angst, Langst, Lance (Voltron) Angst, Mental Health Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Temporary Character Death, discussions of temporary character death, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, do not fret friends all shall be resolved, i love lance so much, we gonna get this boy some LOVE and APPRECIATION, i will die on this hill, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, I couldn't help myself, this fic is so self-indulgent, Almost Kiss, so many almost kisses you guys, you'll pull your hair out screaming KISS DAMMIT, Ballroom Dancing, Sleepovers, Literal Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, Late Night Conversations, Nightmares, Karaoke Serenade, The Big Damn Kiss, little bit of, BAMF Lance (Voltron), Oblivious Lance (Voltron), Oblivious Keith (Voltron), oblivious everyone, it's literally like a comedy of errors, dramatic irony GALORE
*sports commentator voice* WHOOOOO’S READY FOR AN UPDAAAATE
This chapter has some of my favorite Klance content of the entire fic. Now go shoo, read!
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#klance#klance fanfic#votlron fanfic#vld fanfic#langst#vld lance#cld keith#vld canon au#vld season 7 au#klance canon au#my writing#tilly's typing#tilly's typing: my soul has your claim#tilly's typing: mshyc#myshc#my post
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So, I'm staring down actually finishing what has for so long felt like a sisyphean task. So, we're gonna Post about it here!
It's gotten a bit out of hand since the original tags. But if you're looking for a full scale rewrite of the entirety of VLD with a lot of found family-ing, Adashi being a hot mess, and an unnecessary amount of world building boy have I got the fic for you!11
Who You Travel With (300805 words) by avagueidea
Chapters: 50/52
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Adam/Shiro (Voltron), Keith/Lance (Voltron)
Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Matt Holt, Adam (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Canon Allura - Character, Lotor (Voltron), Krolia (Voltron), Spattering of both Earth and Alien OCs
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Road Trip, Found Family, Kerberos Mission comes home safe AU, Slowburn AF (I'd say I'm sorry but y'all know I'm not), Paladin Shuffle, Keith isn't expelled AU (though he's trying his best to change that), Road Trip AU!, Part 1: Road Trip, Part 2: Space, Part 3: ???, Alternate Universe Canon Compliant, YES I am rewriting the entirety of Voltron (No I didn't think that fact through)
Summary:
With the Kerberos Mission arriving home soon, Keith realizes this is his last chance to do something reckless. That's how Keith, Pidge, Hunk, and Lance find themselves stuffed into an ancient, tiny sedan, driving thousands of miles to solve an 18 year old mystery before Common sense (or Shiro) can catch up to them. Little do they know, the answers they find will take them much further from home than any of them were expecting.
Despite being Keith's common sense, Shiro shows he has none as he, Matt, and his ex-fiance end up chasing after the runaways before anyone gets arrested, or worse, expelled!
A story about found family and finding out what's really most important via road trips and ancient intergalactic space wars.
#Voltron#Adashi#Klance#fanfic#Found family#gotta get that life changing road trip in there#AU/canon compliant#(Play 'spot what single event diverged us from canon' with me)#this thing had plot twists even I didn't see coming (like Klance. I legitimately had not planned for that one until it happened)#penultimate chapter just uploaded (epilogue excluded)#my writing
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fic rec friday 22
welcome to the twenty-second fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.
1. you’re the one that never lets me roam by @littendeservesbetter
If any of his teammates were insulted—if Allura’s leadership was doubted, if Hunk was called too soft, if Pidge was underestimated, if Keith was attacked for his Galran heritage—Lance would defend them in a heartbeat. He knows his team and he loves his second family. He’d defend them to the universe and back.
So why wouldn’t they do the same for him?
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season 7 episode 4: Lance's thoughts after the game show.
this fic is genuinely one of my favourite handlings of that piece of shit episode ever fr. its klance BUT also not a half-assed apology!! im not articulating this right but my point is that this is handled so well and god bless my fellow lance stans
2. xo by @thespacenico
keith confesses to lance hoping that the expected rejection will help him move on ASAP. it doesn't quite go according to plan.
darcy does not miss!! seriously her fics always make me smile. my two favourite parts of this fic were that a) when lance didn’t know who keith liked he assumed immediately and wholeheartedly it was hunk. that’s golden right there and b) shiro is a DRAMA LOVING BITCH
3. for you only by @paprbee
"Be mine," Keith mumbles, pleas, against Lance's lips, unwilling to pull away.
"Yes," Lance whispers, smiling as Keith brushes their lips together again, pressing up and forward to kiss Keith properly. "You too... be mine, too."
"I am," Keith tells him when they break apart reluctantly, their foreheads pressed together, tip of their noses touching, Keith's arms squeezing Lance gently in their hold around his waist and lower back. "I'm yours."
okay i cannot describe how much this fic makes me lose my mind in my own words i literally have to give you guys a snippet of the fic that made me actually cry real tears and struggle to breathe:
"Baby," Keith says softly and it sends a thrill through Lance, hearing pet names from Keith is so rare he always melts when he does hear them, specially when they're whispered against his lips this way. He presses a soft chaste kiss into Lance again before he continues to mutter softly. "My baby, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you."
its just. the devotion. the repetition. it always fucking gets me. from keith especially, bc hes such a devoted guy!! he is loyal to a goddamn fault and beyond like!!! thats how he loves!! with his whole heart his whole body his whole soul his own being!! he loves and loves and loves!!!
4. i’ll be your romeo by @jilliancares
In a world where Soul Marks show up only after your soulmate has fallen in love with you, it's rare for them to appear when you're not already in a relationship. It's even rarer for them to show up when you're standing on a chair in your favorite coffee shop, screeching at the sight of a spider. Lance becomes well-acquainted with this brand of "rare", and he gets the cute barista, Keith, to help him with the search for his soulmate.
first of all soulmate aus my beloved. second of all jillian fics my beloved. third of all this fic is SO dorky and i love it!! i was hooked by the first scene bc it was just so funny. the way keith falls for lance...hes such a goober i love him
5. finally, you’re mine by @nezueye
“I need you to do me a favor.”
“Okay. Anything,” Keith says easily.
[...]
“Okay so, I just need-“ Lance sighs. He pushes his hands through his hair and braces himself. “I need you to break my heart. Once and for all.”
Keith chokes on his next words. “Excuse me?”
“Break my heart.”
- or -
Does Lance finally get the guy?
this is another devotion fic bc i am fully and completely obsessed with them. i made a seperate rec for this fic a couple months ago bc it truly made my breath stop like i could not process. there were three scenes in particular that made me gasp out loud and make my heart pound. just the easy way they love each other...sobbing
that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!
#this is a really important one to me#devotion fics Get to me#vld#voltron#lance#lance mcclain#keith#keith kogane#klance#galtean klance#canon divergence#devoted keith#romantic keith#soft klance#modern au#soulmates au#fic rec#fic rec friday
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i need a nice, long, completed klance fic that stays IC >.> Because I keep finding ones that are good and then when squishy fluffy feelings come up Keith becomes a new character. Sometimes Lance does too. klfjsdjsls;gkjsdlgsjd;gsdks really takes me out of it too dsalkdjasldasldka
anyway. fic recs?
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This is that plot bunny. The one that I've mentioned in tags so many times now. The one where I cleaned out canon's house, rearranged all the furniture, and am haunting the place like a primary-colored poltergeist. This one, as long as it's going to end up, will also have 2 prequel pieces to cover a few things happening before the main plot.
Time is nebulous, which means I have no idea when tf this is set, although it’s technically post-s6, kind of, canon timeline means nothing, they’ve been out there a while, like a five years a while, alpha Lance, omega Keith, mpreg after the first couple-ish chapters, nsfw, very very canon divergent, omegaverse, No Blades or Paladins were harmed in the writing of this fic, except maybe Keith, there is stress and drama and angst, and all this stress is bad for the babies, both klance and their spawn
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During a battle to liberate yet another planet from the empire’s rule, Keith is feeling his heat coming on, and has been since the night before. His reaction times are slower than usual, and he has a few near misses. He convinces himself that no one noticed those slips bc he never actually got hit. He really should have known better than that.
Klance talk immediately after the battle because Lance noticed Keith slipping. Pack knew he wasn't feeling great the night before, but didn't know how bad it was. Lance goes to find Keith first to ask about it and while he knows about the irregular heats, he’s only now finding out about the infertility diagnosis. Keith dismisses it, saying that he's gotten used to it and knows he'll never have children of his own. Lance is upset for him, and lets slip that not having their own wouldn't bother him, leading to his admitting that he's kinda-sorta-maybe had a thing for Keith for a while. Keith then admits that he's kinda-sorta-maybe had a thing for Lance for a while as well, but doesn't think any alpha would want him due to his sterility. Lance tells him that that really doesn't matter to him, because adoption is always there and that he still wants a relationship with Keith despite him being /broken/. Keith is still feeling gross from his coming heat, and Lance decides they’ll talk more about their new relationship later.
While Keith is napping, Lance attempts to, but only lays in bed, trying not to think about how exhausted he is from two major battles in as many days, which leads him to thinking about the planet from the day before, Xuvelten, and how odd the Xel are. The race has a cultural obsession with balance, their entire civilization and religion built around the concept. They firmly believe that everything, good or bad, must have a counter, and that to disrupt balance is to disrupt reality. Lance shivers at the memory of the tour around their central worship site, an artificial cavern roughly carved into a mountain, and the god-spirits that are inside. Each has their own, smaller, altar and worship place, god-spirits dedicated to almost everything, and each with a direct opposite. It had unnerved not only him, but the rest of the pack as well, especially with the Xel’s insistence that their god-spirits were actual entities and not concepts. They had willingly joined the coalition, thrilled at the idea of assisting to restore universal balance.
Lance’s half-asleep thoughts are interrupted by an intercom announcement from Allura that they’re heading down to Atruvela in 1 varga. He’s pretty sure Keith didn’t hear that, and rolls out of bed, changing into his formal outfit before going to wake his newly-named omega. Lance was right, Keith didn’t hear the announcement, waking him with the knock on his door. He relays the message, but doesn’t come in, listening to Keith changing from the hall. A few minutes later, he’s met with a frustrated, whining Keith. He’s still half-asleep and can’t seem to figure out how the buttons on his blood red silk waistcoat (that Lance had convinced him into to begin with) work, pouting at his new alpha. Lance knows that it’s his heat and helps with the buttons, asking if Keith heard him about them leaving and getting a grumbled answer.
Lance is a little concerned that his heat is too close for him to be able to join them, but decides not to say anything about it, knowing what the reaction will be. When the entire pack meets up in the ballroom, the pack notices, but Keith swears that he's ok enough to go down to the planet, despite objections from Shiro, and especially after Allura tells them that they're all expected to be there for the celebration and negotiations. Lance sticks close to him after letting Pidge and Hunk in on what's going on (about Keith’s incoming heat, but nothing else). They both agree to keep an eye on Keith as well in case he gets any worse.
#multiverse theory#my writing#canon divergent omegaverse au#keith kogane#lance mcclain#keith x lance#klance#alpha lance mcclain#omega keith kogane#omegaverse#a/b/o dynamics#mpreg#vld#voltron#voltron legendary defender
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voltron has ruined the word "post-canon" for me. people will say something about a post-canon au or whatever for a completely different fandom and im like jesus christ theyre about to hit me with racism and misogyny arent they
#hiss snarl etc.#i hate voltron sooooo much i hate that fans ran with allura dying i hate that people allowed allur@nce to continue#I HATE THAT PEOPLE THINK ITS AS EASY AS JUST STICKING KLANCE TOGETHER IN UR POST CANON AU.#killing them all#op💢
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