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jiveyuncle · 2 months
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A Thing for Keith [Pages 1 & 2]
*Takes place some time after Keith has been working on and off with the Rebel fighters for a while
The idea that Matt would be the last on the team to figure out Rolo’s crush makes me giggle and is the whole reason this thing is being created. Also, Keith would absolutely be more likely to understand Nyma’s comment as people not wanting him around instead of some people just being extra excited to see him 😭 somebody give my baby an extra dose of love and affection please
Also. I could not find a name for our green, four-armed alien friend anywhere, but I called them Kitch in my notes. It was just the first name that came to mind when creating a placeholder for writing the idea for this little comic out, but it’s stuck now, and I’m tagging them as such lol
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Todays second Voltron character is … NYMA!!
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bugresources · 3 months
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★ 100 x 100 roleplay icons, free to use, free to edit. likes & reblogs are always appreciated, link back if you have a credits page. broken link? let me know.
CHARACTER: Nyma SERIES: Voltron: Legendary Defender (2016) COUNT: 123 DOWNLOAD: MEGA
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mushed-kid · 5 months
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voltron as textposts etc. 6
(okay that’s all for now but i might make more if ppl want me to)
edit: wow i think this has the worst quality photos i’ve made, sorry
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pidges-lost-robot · 7 months
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If that episode where the Blue Lion had been a little different (or is basically canon if you just choose to interpret it this way):
Hunk: All of this is suspicious okay and we need to hurry up and get to the Balmera, right Lance?-
*Lance staring at and flirting with Nyma*
Hunk: Of course… Pidge, you know what I’m talking about right?-
*Pidge obsessing over the robot*
Hunk: Really?! Even you?! God… Come on, Keith, out of anyone you’ve gotta distrust this, right? I’m begging you, restore my faith in humanity-
*Keith is getting flirted with by Rolo and is very red-faced and distracted
Keith: Huh? What was that, Hunk?
Hunk: If I turn to see Shiro distracted by something inane, I’m gonna scream
Shiro: No, I’ve been listening, I just think it’s better to give them the benefit of the doubt
Hunk: Shiro, you’re killing me here
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red-spider-lilies · 2 years
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decaffeinatedplaid · 12 days
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hear me out:
matt = hunk
aaron = pidge
nicky = lance
dan = shiro
kevin = keith
allison = veronica(?)
renee = ezor
seth = zethrid
riko = lotor
mary = krolia
wymack = kolivan
neil = nyma
andrew = acza
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mimiswsirens · 2 months
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I TOTALLY FORGOT NYMA LOOKED LIKE THIS FOR SOME REASON I ASSUMED SHE WAS GALRA 😭 also forgot she showed up in the first season wow
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Lance isn’t good at asking for help. Really, he never has been. He doesn’t like it. It makes him uncomfortable, having to look lesser than he already does. And, like, he’s not trying to say that in a macho, I’m-too-manly-to-be-vulnerable, bullshit way. Nor does he think that asking for help is, inherently, an admission of weakness. He’s always very happy when people come to him for help, and he would never in a million years think less of them for it.
But the rules are different for Lance, and that’s a fact.
For whatever reason, one he’s been unable to discern, people tend to immediately think the worst of him. Always. He’s always the slacker, the guy who can’t take anything seriously, the guy who fucks things up and needs instructions explained to him twice because he’s too stupid to understand the first time. He doesn’t fucking know why so many people think this of him. He’s a goofy guy, sure, but, like… so is Hunk. So is Coran. So is Marco, so is Lance’s abuela, so are dozens of people in his life. But for whatever reason, those people are allowed to be goofy and smart. Goofy and wise. Goofy and talented. Goofy and kind.
Not Lance. Lance is, for whatever reason, one-dimensional in everyone’s head.
And he knows he’s right. He fucking knows it. He remembers complaining about homework in the Garrison, and hearing Pidge make a comment about helping him in math because “that must be what you’re struggling with, right, dude?” Lance was top of his fucking math class. He was higher up than her. Lance is really fucking good at math. He didn’t and doesn’t need her fucking tutelage, and it pissed him off that she asked. That she assumed he did.
But he swallowed it down, and laughed, because he knew she wasn’t being malicious.
And, like, if that was it? Then this wouldn’t be a problem. Lance would be able to shrug it off and move on.
But that’s not it.
Take the Nyma incident, for example. The team brings that up, no word of a lie, every single day. Somehow someone finds a way to squeeze in a joke. And it’s not even just the jokes — there’s the underlying tension that everyone truly believes, in the back of their minds, that Lance can’t be fully trusted with his lion. Which is fucking ridiculous, because each and every person on the goddamn team has made a mistake that nearly cost them the goddamn war. Pidge trying to run away from Voltron in the first few days. Allura and Keith when they decided to run away, leaving the rest of the team defenseless. Hunk succumbing to the mind control and nearly fucking killing Lance on the mermaid planet. Every time Shiro has a PTSD episode, even though of course it’s not his fault. Of course Lance has fucked up. Drastically. But so has everyone else. How come it’s only him who’s the butt of the joke? How come he’s the reckless one, who can’t stay out of the pods? (Even though he won’t touch those fucking death traps unless he’s unconscious, so that’s not even true.) How come he’s the dumbest team member? How come he’s not allowed to help in strategy meetings? How come he gets singled out when Shiro and Allura are asking them to behave, even though Pidge and Hunk — and he’s counted — have caused three times as many diplomatic crises as he has?
How come he’s not allowed the same forgiveness as anyone else?
It frustrates him. But it’s been like this most of his life. In school he was the class clown, even though he really didn’t make jokes during lectures. (Not intentionally, at least. He asked a lot of questions that made people laugh, for whatever reason, but that was almost never his goal! People just weren’t very clear when they spoke!) He can remember having teachers offhandedly mention to his mother that he had ‘behavioural issues’, but were unable to provide examples when she pressed. They just assumed he did. He can remember getting singled out by every fucking officer at the Garrison as the reason the sims failed, even though it really wasn’t always true.
He’s not sure what it is about him that makes people think he’s so pathetic. But he’s sure as shit not going to make it worse for himself, so unless he’s completely, physically incapable of handling a problem on his own, he’s going to keep his mouth shut and head down.
He’s pretty good at that, too, even though no one would believe him. Take the pods, for example.
Lance fucking hates them.
He’s terrified of them. Like, actual, palm-sweat panic-attack terrified. Unfortunately, getting stuck in one fucked him up more than he realised. He can’t think of them without shuddering. So he did what he always does when he’s afraid: learnt every possible thing there is to know about them. He did it as a kid, when he was afraid of drowning. (His best friend, when he was five, got caught in a riptide and drowned right in front of him. He’d been terrified of the ocean, after. Made himself walk closer to it every day while learning every possible thing there was to know about it until he could live with the terror. Until he could even turn the terror into exhilaration, swimming as far out as he dared and staying under as long as his lungs could bare, just to feel his heart pound in his ears and his hind brain go haywire.)
He did it in space, after the pods tried to bury him alive.
He learned — from Coran and from the castle’s library — that the pods are not miracle workers. They cannot make something out of nothing anymore than they can reanimate the dead. The pods, really, are a sort of advanced coma. They can accelerate what healing the body can already do. They can even take cells and other parts of the body and make skin grafts, kill tumours, all sorts of things — but they can’t repair what no longer exists.
Lance, after the Rover explosion, lost two things.
First was almost the entirety of the skin of his back. Ripped to shreds, it was. His head, by some miracle, had remained largely unscathed — except for the concussion that went untreated for too long, that affected his brain in more ways than he was willing to admit, that made memory recall a lot harder than it used to be — and his jeans had done a pretty good job of protecting the backs of his legs.
But his thin t-shirt did nothing to protect his back. And there was only so much the pod could do.
Most of his back was one giant mess of scar tissue and skin grafts. And as scar tissues and skin grafts tend to do — they hurt.
They hurt a lot.
Nerve damage is a strange thing. Sometimes it makes entire parts of your body go numb. Unfortunately for Lance, it’s the opposite: regularly, and unpredictability, his back feels like it’s burning. Like he never left the explosion. Like he’s in a constant state of purgatory.
And for the first few weeks, Lance handled it. He grit his teeth and waved off the concerns of his teammates, assuring them with a wink and a grin that he’d healed up just as handsome as before. (Which, of course, was a lie for several reasons. Every time Lance caught a glance of himself in the mirror — of the writhing mass of revulsion that makes up the skin of his back — he wants to wipe his memory. Restart. Pretend it never happened, pretend he’s still pretty, still untouched by twistedness. But that’s nobody’s business but his own, so he holds his tongue.)
Day after day of the skin of his back feeling the constant, never-ending excruciating pain of cooking flesh, he gave in. Hunched in on himself, dragged himself to Coran’s room, and asked if there was something to be done.
Coran was horrified, of course. Baffled that Lance didn’t come to him sooner, that he swallowed down the agony and tried to deal with it himself. And he of course had a solution; a balm that would provide instant, long-lasting relief. But there was no permanent fix. No pill he could take, either. Every couple of weeks, he had no choice but to slump his way to Coran and have the man rub to ointment into his back, because he couldn’t reach himself.
It was humiliating, being so reliant on another person. Being so totally incapable of handling things himself, of being his own goddamn person. At least Coran was kind, was discreet — he knew without saying that this was not something to be shared with anyone else. He knew to help Lance as quickly as possible, so Lance could retreat to nurse his wounded pride in peace.
It was because of his wounded pride that made the second thing so difficult: along with the skin of his back, the explosion had stolen his hearing.
Not completely. He wasn’t completely deaf. But he was no Altean superhuman, and the delicate hairs in his ears that allowed his brain to pick up sound waves have shattered so close to the explosion. Broken. He’d taken some sort of magnifying device himself to assess the damage, the night he fell out of the healing pod, panicked because his fucking ears weren’t working and dreading what he would find: hundreds of little hairs, much smaller than they were supposed to be. Too small to hear words, to hear people speak.
He could of course still hear them speak. He could hear when people were speaking, still hear the tone and pitch of their voices and the way they crafted their sentences. But it felt like he was dozens of feet underwater, far away from everyone else, completely incapable of picking out individual words and phrases and lost on their meanings.
Luckily, he adapted.
He’s always been pretty good at reading lips. Since it’s always been hard for him to make any kind of eye contact, he tended to focus on people’s mouths when they spoke, and inadvertently picked up some skills as he grew up.
But lip reading isn’t very reliable. You can be the best in the world, and you’re still going to miss half of what people are saying.
Especially if, say, people are speaking your second language. Or an alien language you don’t even know, at least not fluently.
Luckily for Lance, he lives on a magical space castle that has magical space translators. He doesn’t know how they work — and, honestly, aside from Coran, doubts anyone else does either — but he knows that they translate the words of whomever’s speaking into the language easiest to understand for you. Before, he was hearing everyone else’s words in Spanglish — now, he was seeing them. Little close captions appeared above the heads of whomever was speaking. He looked a little odd, sure, constantly looking just above everyone, but holy shit, he did not care. So long as he could communicate, it did not fucking matter. (It was even easier when he was in his armour, and everyone’s words flashed along his visor, colour-coded and in order. He’s been remarkably more fond of training and missions since that explosion, fancy that.)
The biggest flaw to this system is that everyone else still has a communicative advantage over Lance, and they do not know it. They speak as they always have, often excitably and all over each other, and Lance can’t quite keep up. He’s never been a particularly fast reader, but even if he was, there’d always be a delay, a millisecond of processing that stretched just long enough that people looked at him strangely. And, of course, Lance could only read one thing at once. If two people were talking at the same time, or if they were trying to talk to him without looking at him, it was inevitable that Lance misses. Chunks of the conversation, inside jokes, and worst of all, instructions. He’s taken to asking people to write important things down for him, which does not help his reputation as resident dumbass.
All in all, it’s not a perfect solution. But it’s a solution, at least, and that’s something.
Except when magical space castles break down.
It turns out, you see, that space magic is not in fact space magic, but instead ridiculously advanced space technology. And if there’s one thing that technology can be universally relied upon to do, it’s break down.
Which does not bode well for Lance, currently.
He walks onto the bridge — late, of course, because the alarms are barely fucking alarms for him, they do not wake him up, so of course he shows up in his pajamas and for sure everyone thinks he’s a lazy piece of shit who can’t be assed to take anything seriously — to a lot of thinly veiled panic.
And to a lack of closed captions that he’s been heavily relying on for the better part of a year.
Based on the general air of panic, expressions of frustrated confusion between the Alteans and humans, and the lack of fucking captions, Lance can wary a guess as to what’s going on.
The translators are down.
And, obviously, that bodes a bit of a problem. Especially because they have a mission today, one they can’t afford to fuck up. (Not that they can ever afford to fuck up. No, Voltron needs to be perfect every time, because there are lives at stake, except Voltron is made of humans, so they fuck up all the time. It weighs on each of them. When Lance is feeling particularly masochistic, he wonders what’s going to happen when they snap under the pressure. When he snaps under the pressure.)
Lance stands to the sidelines, carefully watching what everyone else is saying and doing. Shiro and Allura attempt to converse for a while, with words and gestures, but it goes nowhere and they both give up. Pidge and Hunk are talking just fine, but they both look nervous, and they’re curled inwards towards each other enough that Lance can’t see what they’re saying. Coran is nowhere to be found, likely attempting to fix this mess, and Keith is — Keith is watching him.
Lance looks away. He cannot be under scrutiny. Not right now. Because… well.
You see, deaf people can’t be fighter pilots.
Period.
Commercial airlines are one thing, but fighter pilots require a lot of split-second decisions to be made after audio information, be they orders or the sound of your fucking aircraft going up in flames. If you can’t hear those sounds, can’t make those calls, you’re a liability to those around you.
Lance knows he’s being selfish. He knows it in every part of him, from the meat of his brain to the marrow of his bones. He know he is putting everyone at risk — putting himself at risk — by keeping quiet about his condition.
But he’s terrified.
Of course he’s replaceable. He’s a butt in a seat, basically. But unlike everyone else on the team, he is only a butt on a seat. He doesn’t bring anything else to the table, perhaps other than someone who can pick up the slack in the chore schedule when everyone else gets busy. He can’t hack through any computer known to man, can’t MacGuyver his way out of any situation with a screwdriver and sheer force of will, can’t offer piloting skills better than anyone else in the universe, can’t use his quintessence to open up wormholes. If he’s not a paladin, he’s useless.
And they don’t have enough resources to support useless people.
What are they going to do when they replace him? Keep him on the castle as a deadweight? Unlikely. Unbearable, too. Drop him off on a random planet and promise to pick him up when it’s all over? Too callous, even though it would be the best option. No one on the team would ever do that.
Drop him back on Earth? Alone? Knowing what’s out there, the danger Earth is in?
No. He couldn’t bear it.
Besides — he’s lasted this long. With captions, sure, and without them he can’t communicate at all or hear orders or get instructions or be a fucking paladin, but he’ll… manage.
They’ve already received their instructions for today’s mission. Lance already knows what he has to do, and it’s what he always does — provide support from a distance. Keep an eye on the team. Make sure no shots slip through.
(Sometimes, when he’s feeling grateful instead of masochistic, he thanks any higher power to every exist that he lost his hearing instead of his eyesight.)
Lance is startled from his thoughts by a heavy hand on his shoulder. He turns wide eyes to Shiro, looking at him carefully, assessing.
“You okay?”
Lance is used to those words. He gets them a lot. So that’s not hard to read.
“I’m fine,” he says, and he knows he’s too loud even before Shiro winces, because even his own broken ears heard that. “Um, just a little stressed. ‘Cause the translators are down, and all.”
Truly Lance does not need to read Shiro’s lips to guess what he is saying — we’re gonna be fine, we’ll get through this together, this is rough but we’re strong, et cetera, et cetera.
Fuck, Lance thinks, dread piling up his chest, if only you knew.
Shiro voices a few more short instructions to the team, Pidge haltingly trying to translate for Allura with her limited Altean — which, judging by their expressions, is going not so great — before clapping his hands and sending them to their hangars.
Lance squeezes his fists to hold back tears as he runs.
Fine. Fine. This is going to be fine. Magically, this time, things are going to go exactly to plan, and he’ll support as he always done and somehow there will be no issues, this time, and everything will be fine and the translators will get fixed and Lance will continue delaying the inevitable. It’s fine.
God, Lance is so fucking scared.
He settles into Blue, greeting her softly and getting her gentle affection in return. (It’s something, at least, that Blue knows who he is and loves him still, believes in him still. It gives him hope, even though he knows it’s foolish.)
And, shockingly, the first part of the mission goes…okay. It’s not great, obviously, because they’ve basically got no castle support, but Blue manages to make her own kind of captions on her dash so Lance gets a refresher of the plan and stays on the same page as everyone else.
It’s the infiltration part that’s so much harder.
He doesn’t have Blue’s captions on his helmet, so he’s going in completely blind — or, deaf, rather. The only thing he can really hear is his own laboured breathing, and he doesn’t know if it’s because he’s really that loud or because he knows he’s panicking, but it doesn’t really matter. He slinks through the shadows, carefully avoiding patrolling Galran soldiers. (Which, actually, is really fucking hard since he can’t hear them coming. In the first few weeks post-explosion, it was literally impossible. He was caught every time, and regularly blew stealth missions as he tried to cover himself and keep himself alive. He also didn’t know when he was being loud, back then, so regularly led himself straight into ambushes, which didn’t help the team’s trust in him to be able to handle his goddamn self. It took him months of secret training in the dead of night to learn to trust his intuition, to memorize patrolling schedules and anticipate when he has to make himself invisible. He is pretty good at it now, though, so at least something good has come from this mess.)
Finally he reaches boiler room tucked into a corner of a hallway, which he knows from experience and from memorizing layouts to Galran ships has an air vent that leads to the tiniest of alcoves near the ceiling of the bridge. He’s not sure what purpose this alcove is supposed to serve, but he knows it’s excellent for his purposes — remaining hidden and invisible so he can provide support while the rest of the team goes ham.
Even without the captions that tell him what everyone’s saying on the comms — and dear God, he hopes no one is talking to him, but that usually doesn’t happen because of his position anyway — he thinks he’s doing okay. This ship they’re infiltration is pretty run-of-the-mill: no fancy info or prisoners or even soldiers. Just regular. All he has to do is keep his eyes trained on the battle scene in front of him, muffled sounds of violence fading into the background, as he picks off soldier after soldier, drone after drone, to keep his friends safe.
And then a hand wraps around his mouth, and panic fills him up so quickly his vision actually whites out.
Lance has a lot of nightmares. It’s a rare night that he doesn’t. And most of them are reoccurring — a select few scenarios that he sees again and again, night after night, that wake him up sobbing, in a cold sweat. The worst is watching as Earth — as his family — is destroyed by the Galra. Next is any dream where one of his team members doesn’t make it. After that, though, is a dream that always scares him so bad he can never get back to sleep after. The thing about being a sniper is that Lance can’t pay attention to himself. At all. All of his attention needs to be on the people he’s protecting, so he can shoot straight and keep shooting. This means that he is not, in any way, shape, or form, watching his own six. And since he lost his hearing, he’s completely defenseless, up in his little alcove. He can’t hear if someone’s coming, can’t even hear if someone’s spotted him. He’s pretty confident in his little alcove, but there’s always a risk. Always that fear. Always that nightmare, reoccurring night after night.
And now that nightmare is coming true. The hand around his eyes slides down his face until it’s wrapped around his throat, squeezing tightly. Lance doesn’t have even half a second to react, staring in mute horror as the Galran soldier — a commander, judging by the symbol on his chest plate — sneers at him, saying something that Lance can’t even hear, lips moving around words that he doesn’t know.
Finally, he recognises three: “Vrepit Sa, Paladin.”
And then he’s dropping to the floor, three stories down, limbs crumpling on impact and vision doing dark.
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Right before the door of the pod opens, there’s a second of clarity. A millisecond in between when you regain consciousness and the glass clears.
That second always makes Lance panic.
But then he’s tipping forward into strong arms, familiar arms, and a familiar face and headband, and Hunk is saying, “Can you hear me, buddy?” because that’s the first thing anyone says when you come out of a pod and there are still no captions and Lance bursts into tears.
The whole team is gathered. Everyone sees. Everyone watches as he pushes Hunk away, ashamed, and covers his face in his hands and sobs.
“No,” he whispers, in between great heaving breaths so sharp they hurt his lungs. “No, I can’t hear anything.”
He’s not sure how long he stands there, shoulders hunched in on himself, tears and snot streaming down his face and dropping down his chin, arms wrapped tightly around his torso in a desperate attempt to keep himself from falling apart.
He’s not sure how long he stands there, falling to pieces in front of his team. He’s not sure into how many fragments he shatters, falling to the MedBay floor.
Eventually, though, his sobs peter out, because no matter how miserable you are and how stressed and how much you hate yourself there’s only so long you can cry. Only so long your rational brain can take a break and let your emotions run free before it says ‘alright, okay, that’s enough, dry up’.
By then, he realizes there’s a gloved hand on his shoulder, two warm bodies pressed on either side of him, one big and strong, one small and sharp. He feels the presence of three more people staring at him, sitting somewhere in front of him.
He takes a great shuddering breath and drops his hands from his face, forcing his eyes open.
Coran kneels in front of him, hand on his shoulders, eyebrows drawn in and expression deeply concerned. Pidge and Hunk sit on either side of him, pressed close, and Keith, Allura, and Shiro sit just behind Coran, looking at him with wide, confused eyes.
“What do mean, dear?” says Coran, or at least Lance thinks.
“I can’t hear. I’ve been deaf since the explosion.” His voice cracks as he says it, he feels the raspiness of his throat. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
He feels Pidge and Hunk exhale sharply next to him, and watches as Coran’s expression breaks.
“Oh, Lance,” he says, and apparently Lance can cry more.
But before he can cover his face, this time, Coran tugs him forward, tucking his face into his neck. He mutters something comforting, Lance is sure, even though he can’t hear it, but the vibrations from Coran’s chest are soothing enough that this round of tears doesn’t hurt so much.
This round doesn’t feel like he’s shattering into millions of tiny little glass shards. This round, someone — lots of someones — is holding him together.
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Lance, it turns out, is a lot more damaged than he thought.
Apparently his head didn’t emerge as unscathed from the explosion as he thought. Apparently there was a lot more brain damage than expected, and apparently a lot of the parts of Lance’s brain that are supposed to secrete chemicals — namely, happy chemicals, chemicals that identify love and keep one’s mood and self-esteem from plummeting into the fucking dirt and refusing to come back up — don’t work right anymore.
Apparently, there’s a reason Lance feels like he’s unloveable, and that he’s useless, and that he’s disposable.
So. That would’ve been nice to know a year ago.
But that doesn’t matter. He didn’t know a year ago, but he knows now (after a long overdue MRI and brain scan that makes everyone on the castle so fucking guilty Lance can taste it, which should be uncomfortable but Lance is so desperately happy that his friends actually care about him enough to feel guilty that all he really feels is relief).
Now things are better. A lot better, in fact. He still needs to ask someone for help every couple weeks with his back — which has gotten a lot less shameful and humiliating, go figure — but Hunk and Pidge made him some truly groundbreaking hearing aids.
Yeah. He can hear again. It’s not perfect, and nowhere near what his ears used to be, but the first time he turned them on and heard actual words, in a sentence he could hear and understand, he went pretty hysterical.
It felt like when the flu finally breaks and you can breathe properly again, only magnified by a million.
The last thing to change is kind of a mix of several things. For starters, he has meds, now, that he takes every day to keep his brain working right. It was startling, a few weeks after taking his medication, to look in the mirror and for the first time in a year not wish he had died in that explosion. (He mentioned that offhandedly to Coran when the man was asking him how the medication was working, and was shocked to watch the Altean break down into sobs, apologising to Lance for not noticing.
Like, holy crow.)
Secondly, after everyone stopped walking on eggshells around him, they started being more careful with their words. Lance hasn’t heard a Nyma joke in months. He’s regularly asked for his input when they’re planning missions, hell, he’s asked for help all the time for things that aren’t chores! It’s amazing. He’s not sure if the team has always had faith in him and his brain just couldn’t see it, or if it’s new, but honestly? He doesn’t care.
He didn’t realise how fucking long he had been treading water until he was finally allowed to put his feet on the ground, and it’s relieving.
There’s nothing like discovering you were loved the whole time.
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klanceficatalogue · 8 months
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hiii! super happy to see that you’re back but I was wondering if you had any fics where the team tried to get Keith and lance together? I loved reading those fics but can’t rlly find them lol
totally! its sometimes hard to find tropes like this bc they dont really have a specific tag on ao3. i hope these are what you're looking for :) - k
Once Bitten, Twice Shy by AlysFancosm (13/13 | 64,088 | Teen and Up)
When Keith gets bitten by a creepy beetle, Lance expects him to be angry. He doesn't expect Keith to become a celebrity with a massive crush on yours truly, and he definitely doesn't expect to have feelings about it, either.
//violence
Cereal Sweepstakes and Other Bad Ideas ft. Lance McClain by ruralfishingcat (1/1 | 50,314 | Teen and Up)
After winning a free session from a cereal contest, Lance decides to visit Voltron Skydiving. Unfortunately, there's only one employee working at the time and he has a stupid mullet. And to make matters worse, Lance seemingly can't escape interactions with him.
(hunk/shay, past lance/nyma, lance/ofc)
A For Effort by amcw177 (1/1 | 10,441 | Teen and Up)
The team thinks Lance and Keith need to get their act together. They decide to help speed things up, but heir attempts at matchmaking backfire spectacularly, which Shiro could've told them right from the start.
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swagging-back-to · 1 year
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i hate shitting on women but seriously allura is one of the worst characters written in ajy of my fandoms. zhe couldve been so good but she isnt.
i hate to say this but she's such an attention seeker and for what???
when the galra attack the arusian village allura says she'll go with keith because '[she] brought this on the arusians, it's up to [her] to save them' like literally shut up the galra are there for voltron not for you.
when rolo and nyma send a distress beacon allura goes down with voltron saying "let's see who hailed us" girl they didnt hail you, they hailed voltron. and i dont give a shit what happens in later seasons she is NOT a paladin of voltron.
when she and shiro are escaping she chooses to go back to try to shut the door--which was already holding back the sentries. sure they had stopped it from closing completely but they also werent opening it up any further. she wasted time. y going over and havong her main character moment shutting the doors. if they had just kept running and got into the pod theyd both escape and the sentries wouldnt have been remotely close. instead, she handed herself over to zarkon, smirked because she knew her main character moment was upon her and that the others would go save her ass (again making herself feel important) and then almost GAVE voltron to zarkon. she tried to act surprisedthat voltron came to save her but she knew it was going to happen because she knows shes the only one who can wormhole or pilot the castle--AND YET SHE REGULARLY LEAVES THE CASTLE DURING BATTLES AND ATTEMPTS TO GET HERSELF KILLED. it's like she doesnt stop tp consider the consequences of her actions for five seconds, probably because shes so self centered she cant see anyone but herself.
when zarkon is tracking shiro she insists for literally no reason that she's the one he's tracking. makes everyone comfort her (some of them sre just like 'youre literally delusional it isnt you and pull your head out of your ass) and kiss her ass. then she takes off with one of the voltron paladins and effectively leaves the others completely defenseless without voltron and without the ability to pilot the castle. self centered, much?
these are just the main examples i can think of. she's basically a narcissist every single moment shes on screen. it drives me WILLLD yall she literally couldve been such a cool character and yet they did this shit.
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aspenmissing · 10 months
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𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)
Lance is talking to Nyma away from the rest of the team.
"I mean, there are only six of us in the entire universe, so I guess you could say it's kind of a big deal" He says.
"I don't understand. The lions are ships? Are they, like, flying statues that you ride on?" Nyma asks.
"No, no, no. They're magic, but also super scientific and advanced. And they fly crazy fast and have all these incredible weapons. Really, the entire Castle is just insane. I wish you could see it" 
"Yes, it's too bad we're not allowed inside. I would love a tour from one of the knights. But I guess the big one is in charge, huh? You have to obey his orders?" Nyma says, looking at Hunk.
"Who, Hunk?  I don't have to listen to him!" Lance says. He brings Nyma inside the Castle of Lions to the bridge.
"This place in incredible" 
"Yeah, I guess. You get used to it"
"But it's so gigantic. It must take you forever to get to your lion." She said. 
"Ooh, you'd be surprised" Lance brings Nyma with him down the zip-line to the Blue Lion's cockpit.
"Pretty slick, right?" I said. "Unbelievable! Take me on a ride around the moon?" Nyma says.
"We should probably get back to the others" Lance says,
"Yeah, you're right. Maybe Keith will give me a ride"
 "No! Hold on a second! I mean what's the point of having the lion if you can't enjoy it, right? Giddy-up, buddy!" Lance activates the Blue Lion and takes off with Nyma. 
==
Hunk is working on Rolo's ship, but witnesses the Blue Lion leave.
"Oh, Lance!"
"Ah, let them have their fun. Thanks to you, this thing is just about ready, so we're going to be on our way soon. Too many light years on that guy, I guess" Rolo says. Hunk suspiciously eyes the part he replaced.
"Yeah" Y/N looks around.
"Has anyone seen Soul?" She asks. 
==
Inside the Blue Lion, Soul peeks around the corner to see Lance and Nyma in the cockpit. Lance fly's the Blue Lion around the moon.
"Look, a kinetic spring! Let's land over there. The minerals reflect off the water, making a rainbow" The Blue Lion flies over the spring, causing water to spray and a rainbow to appear.
"Wow. Is there anything you don't know" Lance said. With Lance distracted, Nyma presses a button on her bracelet to signal Rolo.
==
Rolo suddenly exits the engine of his ship.
"I think this thing is just about ready for a test flight. Beezer, come co-pilot for me.  Be back in a tick" Rolo and Breezer enter their ship, leaving the Voltron team dumbfounded outside.
"Uh..." Rolo's spacecraft takes flight with no issues at all. 
==
Elsewhere, Lance and Nyma stand at the kinetic spring by a tree.
"So, ah, you want to see how fast I can climb this tree?" Lance said. Nyma giggles.
"Aw, you are cute. Let me show you something. Give me your hand" Lance offers Nyma his hand and she handcuffs him to the tree.
"Whoa! Uh, this is...king of..." Rolo's ship appears and abducts the Blue Lion "Nyma, what's going on?" 
"Sorry, Lance. Maybe we'll meet again" Nyma grabs onto the rope only for Soul to bite on her hand "Ow!" She grabs Soul with her other hand.
"Soul! How did you get here?!" 
"Your that purple ones pet. I might just keep you" Nyma grips Soul by the scruff of her back and the two are raised into her ship and it takes off, leaving Lance behind. Lance looks around for his helmet to contact his team and sees it out of reach.
 "Oh, Quiznak!"
==
The rest of the team is waiting outside the Castle of Lions. 
"How many ticks have they been gone?" Pidge asks, swinging her legs.
"Probably hours" Y/N says, upside down besides Pidge.
"I don't know. I hope they didn't break down again" Allura said. 
"Something ain't right." Hunk said. 
"Guys? Hello? Little help?" Lance says. Y/N, startled by the noise, falls on her head.
"Ow" She gets up and puts on her helmet, everyone following.
"Lance? Lance! Are you all right? W-What's going on?" Shiro said into the comm. "Well, I'm kind of chained to a tree" Lance says. Y/N laughs.
"I knew it!" Hunk said with his arms crossed.
 "And I think Nyma and Rolo just stole the Blue Lion" Lance continues.
"I knew it!" Hunk shouted. 
"And Soul" 
"I kne-" Hunk pause.
"What" Y/N says, teeth grinding.
"Where are they?" Shiro asks.
"Uh...space?" 
==
Hunk rants at length as the Paladins head to their Lions.
"Uh, I never trusted those guys, from the beginning!" Hunk rants "I mean oh at first it was just like a feeling in my gut, you know, but when I was replacing that pipe, the pipe was cracked, but none of the hardware around it was damaged" 
"Okay, we get it!" Keith shouts. Hunk continues.
"I mean if the thermal pipe is cracked, then, obviously, hello, the entire assembly should be totally roasted" Everyone starts getting annoyed by his rambling.
"Okay, we get it!" Keith said again. 
"We should've had to replace the entire undercarriage of that reactor. So, right then, I was, like, positive. Foul play" Hunk said. 
"Okay, we get it!" They all shout. The remaining Lions chase after Rolo, Nyma and Breezer.
==
Rolo contracts Prorok through a video transmission. 
"Commander Prorok, my name is Rolo. I understand you're offering a reward to anyone helping capture the Voltron Lions" Rolo says.
"That's correct. Do you know where they are?" Prorok asks.
 "I know where the blue one is. It's in my ship"
"Excellent. Bring it to me and you'll have your reward immediately" 
"Just a tick. My friends and I have a bit of a checkered past. Some stolen merchandise from the Galra Empire may have fallen into our possession without us knowing about it" Rolo says. Prorok hums in response.
"Well, I'm sure that a full pardon can be arranged for the brave souls who bring Emperor Zarkon a Voltron Lion. Is that all?" He said. 
"We'll take the reward, too." Nyma says.
"Of course"
"All right. We're on our way" The transmission ends. Rolo stretches.
"I almost feel sorry for those Voltron folks. Seemed like a nice bunch." Rolo said.
 "If you're feeling guilty, you can turn yourself in. Stealing from Zarkon carries a life sentence" 
"They don't seem that nice" Rolo says "Now, tell me again. Why did you take her?"
"Why not, look how cute she it. Besides, her species are rare these days. Maybe we could sell her" Nyma says, walking over to a caged Soul "Isn't that right" Soul growls and tries to bite Nyma through the cage.
"Or she could bite their fingers off" Rolo's alarms start blaring because the remaining Lions are closing in "No way" Rolo starts to fly his spacecraft to safety.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Nyma asks "There's no way we can outrun those Lions"
"Not in the open. Good thing the Zorlar asteroid belt is right up here. I know that like the back of my hand"
==
The criminal aliens fly into the asteroid belt.
"We'll  never get through this asteroid field!" Pidge shouts.
"Maybe I can just bust through!" Hunk slams the Yellow Lion into an asteroid, causing all the asteroids to bump against each other "Nope. That was wrong. That was a bad idea"
"Maybe someone can get through" Y/N mumbles "Keith, you're the only one who could possibly fly through this"
"Y/N's right. We need you, buddy. Get in there and flush him out" Shiro says.
"You got it. See you on the other side" Keith pursues Rolo in the Red Lion, navigating the asteroid field easily. 
==
Rolo's computer shows the Red Lion nearby.
"No way. Get on the blasters. Take him down!" Rolo orders.
"Copy" Nyma and Breezer fire the ship's laser blasters at the Red Lion. Keith doges the attack and fires his Lion's mouth cannon in retaliation.
"This kid can flat-out fly"
"He's gaining on you!" Rolo tries tricking Keith into crashing into an asteroid; Keith avoids the trick and flings the Red Lion's jaw blade at Rolo's spacecraft. The attack disables the ship's weapons "Blasters are offline!"
"We've got yo get out of here!" Rolo tries to flee. Keith fires the Red Lion's mouth cannon at their engines. The criminal's ship is knocked out of the asteroid belt. Keith catches them with the Red Lion. The other Lions arrive.
"Yeah! Haha! Hey, Lance, I got your Lion back" Lance and Keith talk through their helmets' communicators.
"Thank you, Keith. Now, can you come and unchain me?" Lance asks.
"What's that? I, uh... Y-You're cutting out. I can't—I can't hear you" Y/N laughs.
"Oh, come on! I thought we bonded. Keith? Buddy? My man?"
==
The Team rescues Lance and returns Rolo and his crew to the alien moon with their broken ship. They stand outside the Castle of Lions. Soul sits on Keith's shoulder.
"Since your ship really doesn't work now, you'll have to wait here for a rescue" Y/N says.
"Thanks for sparing our lives" Rolo says.
"Now that these guys are dealt with, let's get to the Balmera and save Shay and her family"
"You may not believe this, but I hope you do stop Zarkon. It's a lifetime of fighting the Galra that led me to where I am today." Rolo says. The Team looks considerate, but does not respond and leave. 
==
Keith walks into the bridge, Soul still on his shoulder, the others follow. He feels a tickle on his cheek and turns his head to see Soul lick him; he freezes. Y/N laughs.
"Don't worry, it doesn't mean she sees you as food" She says "She likes you"
"What. Why?" 
"Well, because you saved her. I'm guessing they hold a strong liking to who ever saves them"
"That is partly true" Coran says, walking over "Creavnolians are very grateful creatures. If they are ever saved, they will forever respect that being that saved them" Lance goes to stroke Soul only for her to hiss, and he jumps away "However, that also means that Creavnolians also have a good memory, to remember those who save them, but also those who get them into trouble" 
"Do something, Y/N! She's looking at me like I'm some kind of snack!" Y/N shakes her head.
"You hungry, Soul?" Keith asks, Soul nods.
"I'm sorry! I'll be good, I promise!" Everyone laughs.
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pidges-lost-robot · 7 months
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*Lance tied to that tree as Nyma is about to steal the Blue Lion*
Lance: You sicken me
Lance: I'm sickened
Lance: ...
Lance: I mean sure, I'm still wildly attracted to you on a physical level, but spiritually and psychically, you're dead to me.
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ao3-feed-shadam · 1 year
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Goodbye, I love you
by Lance_Moon
While fighting the Galra Keith gets hurt while being rescued by Lance and as they escape the battle the integrity of the wormhole collapses causing Keith and Lance to be thrown lightyears away from the castle in the blue lion with no means of communication. Feelings sprout and grow but are forced down, they're not important. Not now anyway. Finally after almost a month Keith and Lance meet some allies while still stranded, they become a great help with finding Voltron and finding Pidge's father. After 5 years of gruelling battles and many deaths they can go home.
How hard can that be? Right, Lance?
Words: 5249, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Keith's Wolf (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Adam (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Shay (Voltron), Acxa (Voltron), Veronica (Voltron), Krolia (Voltron), Kolivan (Voltron), Antok (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Zarkon (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Matt Holt, The Blade of Marmora, Nyma (Voltron), Rolo (Voltron)
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Adam/Shiro (Voltron), Hunk/Shay (Voltron), Acxa/Veronica (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Pain, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Shiro (Voltron) Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Lance (Voltron) Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, lance feels worthless, crippled from war, Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) is a Mess, Cuban Lance (Voltron), Insecure Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Angst, Gay Keith (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) is Bad at Feelings, Hurt Keith (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) is a Mess, Gender-Neutral Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt, Nonbinary Pidge | Katie Holt, Sassy Pidge | Katie Holt, Aromantic Asexual Pidge | Katie Holt, Keith & Pidge | Katie Holt Friendship, Hunk & Lance (Voltron) Friendship, Hunk (Voltron) is so Pure, Hunk (Voltron) is a Good Friend, Hunk & Pidge | Katie Holt Friendship, Space Dad Shiro (Voltron), Keith & Shiro (Voltron) are Siblings, Space Uncle Coran (Voltron), Supportive Coran (Voltron), Gay Coran (Voltron), Blue Paladin Allura (Voltron), Protective Krolia (Voltron), Protective Kolivan (Voltron), Protective Acxa (Voltron), Lesbian Acxa (Voltron), Lesbian Veronica (Voltron), Lance & Rachel (Voltron) are Twins, Lance (Voltron) is a Dork, Original Character(s)
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47028721
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hurtthemgently · 2 years
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If I can't use mythology for a name, I shamelessly use name generators. Even if I can't find a good one, I can almost always find a sound I like. Then I just change the other letters around that sound until I get something that seems like my character.
Lately I've been using generators inspired by Voltron because I like how the different species use different sounds in their names. My favorites from that show are Nyma and Acxa
Okay if I’m being honest I absolutely could just go and search for names that sound and feel right, but that’s not nearly as fun as actually engaging with other people-
I’m just really interested in seeing what people come up with
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