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awhoreintheory · 2 years

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Voltron wing AU where Lance's wings look like THIS

(Would credit, but I found it on pinterest)

And he gets rude comments abt his wings being "plain" and then he just sort of. Smugly stretches and leaves those hoes in awe

Bonus points if Keith thinks they're pretty, sure, but he thought Lance was gorgeous way before he saw his wings and just has one more reason to fawn over him

I just thought this birb was GORGEOUS and my brain instantly jumped to Lance 😩😩

#i love this #someone should write this #not me tho #lol ur funny #lance mcclain #lance voltron #keith kogane #keith voltron #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld fandom #vld shitpost #vld #klance #klance fic idea #vld fic idea #voltron wingfic #wing au

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soulreapin · 1 month

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keith who always has an earbud in. there are never words without whiskey-strong music behind them.

without the comfortable ache of his earbuds in his ears there is the sound of fighting and slamming doors. children crying and panicked breathing.

there is not a thing that convinces him to take those earbuds out.

he lives a life of white noise and soft rock.

until lance. lance who’s mouth runs and runs like a track star set loose.

lance who speaks like a fourth of july sparkler and is right at keith’s ear, trying to pry past the molded cushion of his earbud.

when the earbuds come out doorjambs rattling becomes lance pouring his coffee and yapping in spanish. hushed yelling becomes the pad of socked feet on floors and quiet storytelling.

the earbuds stay tucked away one day and do not return. keith has found a better white noise. one who’s words make sense.

#is this basically isogekko #yes #do i care #not at all #vld #voltron #keith kogane #vld keith #klance #keith voltron #lance mcclain #vld lance #ficlet #fic idea

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autisticlancemcclain · 7 months

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It has been many, many days since Lance has seen his bed.

Actually, he’s not sure how many days it’s been since he’s seen his dorm, either. Probably more than four. What he has right now is the app Pidge made him for his birthday, where he can input several alarms in advance and thus set up reminders for every single one of his classes and assignments et cetera, and empty can of Redbull, and an equally empty wallet.

He looks blankly at the vending machine in front of him, in the dilapidated old hallway in the science building. The lights in the machine are long broken, so the clearest thing he can see in the dark glass is his own reflection. He looks busted as hell — there are more bags under his eyes than actual eyes, his hair is a logic defying mix of flat and greasy and frizzy beyond gravity, his skin seems to almost sag, and there’s a grey quality to him, as if he’s a cartoon in a black and white TV show. Tired does not begin to cover it.

Midterms are hell.

“C’mon,” he mutters, wrapping his hands around the sides of the machine and shaking slightly.

More people die per year from being crushed to death by vending machines then via shark attack.

Lance squeezes his eyes shut. The image of his Marine Bio II textbook and all its dorky fun fact graphics still burns behind his eyelids. He’s read it so many times at this point that he’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to forget it.

“Please,” he says again, half begging and half praying. To what he doesn’t know. The vending machine, probably. He honestly cannot remember the last thing he ate. It was probably takis, but. Still. He needs sustenance again. Preferably the kind that is less than two dollars and he can eat while filling out calculus problems.

He fumbles with the little flap at the base of the machine, managing to tug it open on the third try and stick his arm in it. He stretches, managing to brush his fingertip on the corner of a dust-covered Snickers, but can’t quite manage to tip it out of its little cell.

He sighs, resting his forehead on the glass. He’ll just — close his eyes, maybe. For three seconds. His alarms will go off twenty minutes before class starts, so it’s fine. And no one even comes into this hallway so it’s not like he’ll get robbed, or anything. Not that he has anything to rob.

Rest. Just a little one. If he can’t get snacks he’ll rest. It’s fine. He doesn’t need to study for the next few minutes anyway. He can afford one or two percent on his midterm. Probably. Or not, but that’s a Future Lance problem. Present Lance needs to power off for half a second.

He registers, vaguely, the sound of rumbly growling accompanied by heavy footsteps coming from behind it, but dismisses it easily. He’s gone at least half a week without sleep. He knows science. It’s hallucination time. It’s not his first and it won’t be his last. He’s been hearing pterodactyl roars periodically for the last six hours. It’s whatever. It’ll chill out by the time he opens his eyes again.

The footsteps stop, and Lance sighs a little, and then the vending machine moves as if shifted, and Lance thinks, huh.

Then the sound of glass shattering echoes in the dusty hallway, and Lance thinks, louder, h u h.

And then Lance opens his eyes, blinking away the grogginess, a — person stands in front of him, dressed in the dweebiest GI Joe meets James Bond outfit of all time, seven foot four, covered in purple fur. Fangs protrude from his mouth. His ears are massive and fluffy. His sclera are yellow.

He holds out, in clawed hands, a bag of takis, pulled from a hole punched clean through the old glass.

Huh, Lance thinks, for the third time.

Slowly, because what the fuck, Lance reaches out and grabs the offered snack. In the three seconds it takes for the snack to travel from the stranger’s hand to his, he decides, whatever. It’s been a long period of time. He is thinking half in math. He is starving. He did not, technically, steal these takis, so there’s not even an issue morally. There’s not an issue anywhere, really. It’s a non-issue.

“Thanks,” he says, muffled from the eight chips he’d immediately shoved in his mouth at once.

The person (he’s a person, probably, right, he got him takis, non-people don’t generally get people takis) makes some kind of — growling noise, at him, but not a scary one. A fairly neutral one, if Lance had to categorize it.

Or maybe he’s wrong and he’s about to get eaten. Who knows. That’s an issue, once again, for Future Lance.

“I’m Lance,” Lance says, sticking out his non-chip dust covered hand to shake.

The person brightens, grabbing Lance’s hand and shaking it so vigorously it nearly pops out of its socket. He garbles something in what Lance assumes is French, too fast for him to make out. He must be an exchange student. Lance would usually try to strike up a conversation, ask how he’s liking it here — he knows how hard it can be, struggling with a new language in a new country — and he even took a semester of French in high school, and it’s decently similar to Spanish, so he could probably keep up with the guy.

But Lance is probably medically brain dead, at this point. Thoughts outside of practice exam questions are just…so hard.

“I’m gonna call you Keith,” Lance says (because someone at the local starbucks has a thing for Keith Richards so those are the only songs in his head right now. The matching mullets also come into play).

Keith offers no protest.

Lance’s alarm goes off in his back pocket, startling him. He pops the last taki in his mouth, wiping the dust on his jeans, and swipes open his phone, reading the notification. Physics tutorial in twenty minutes on the other side of campus. Oh, he knows that one. The TA is a ninety year old retired air force pilot who sits at the front of the classroom with a random tangentially-related-to-class-material wikipedia article open on his phone and reads out loud when he finds something interesting. Finally, Lance can nap.

“Well, Keith,” Lance says, crumpling up his package and tucking it in his pocket. “I appreciate the chips. You cannot understand how much. I’m gonna head to class. See you around?”

He pats the guy’s shoulder as he walks past him. Or, well, tries, he ends up kind of tapping his upper bicep because lordie the man is tall. Keith doesn’t say anything back, but Lance isn’t really paying any attention to him anymore, as rude as that is. There’s this one cupboard, in his physics class, in the very back corner, and there’s a space in between it and the wall that he just barely fits in between, right on top of a heating grate. It’s heaven. It might even be more comfortable than his dorm bed, not that he can remember what that feels like. Ha. He’s so looking forward to it. This nap is going to hit so hard. He can feel it in his bones. He’s gonna nap through physics, then stop at the cafe in between the building and the library, espresso up, and study until close. And then his last midterm at six thirty tomorrow morning. And then he can collapse in bed and stay there for four days. Freedom is so close.

As he hauls ass to the classroom, slipping and sliding on the icy November sidewalks, he catches someone following him out of the corner of his eye. Like the footsteps from earlier, this is not the first time he’s seen this. When he looks he’s sure there’s going to be nothing there.

But…earlier there was something. With the footsteps. So. What does he know.

He looks.

As he half-expected, Keith is following him.

“Do you…need something?” Lance asks, tilting his head curiously. Now that he’s had some food and is less out of it, Keith looks a lot more normal. He’s still absolutely stupid tall, but the purple fur and giant ears he’d been convinced he’d seen are no longer there. His skin is pale, now, fuzz-free, and while his nails are a little long, they certainly aren’t claws. When he smiles, his teeth are still sharper than what Lance would call normal, but not fangs. Probably.

Keith shrugs. He has a certain look in his strange, indigo eyes that remind Lance of his dog back home, following him to the door with her leash in her mouth, expecting to be taken along.

“It’s a boring class,” Lance warns. “And I’m gonna sleep, man. The whole time.”

Keith doesn’t seem bothered. He simply takes a step forward so he’s beside Lance instead of behind him, even reaching down and grabbing his hand.

Lance glances down at their clasped fingers. He asks his brain if it has to power to analyze how that makes him feel. It responds that it does not. He resolves to handle it later, deciding to just go with it for now.

“You’re a strange guy,” Lance mumbles, walking them both to the class. He wonders if this is how people regularly act in France. Probably. He’s never been. Regardless, though, Keith is nice enough to offer a shoulder for Lance to sleep on when he finds his beloved corner occupied with some kind of new equipment. His shoulder is quite soft.

Lance thinks he might be able to get used to Keith.

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#!!!! finally wrote this!!!!!! woohoo!!!#i do not condone this kinda behaviour btw don’t do what lance does #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #brown eyed lance #i didn’t say it but it’s true #galra keith #he’s visiting earth for shits and giggles #modern au #idk what to call this au lmk if y’all have any ideas #my writing #fic #longpost

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nostalgicish · 3 months

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thinking abt fic ideas as someone who can’t write is painful…. like. i’m obsessed w modern aus rn

(i have a few mutuals that write so if you guys wanna……….. 👀 take inspiration from this…… 👀 tag me so i can read it !!)

Lance and Hunk work at a library and like to people watch, guessing what genres they like to read. a grunge/punk guy with the worst RBF walks in and they’re really surprised to see he’s checking out classic romance literature.

idk something with public transportation? like they take the same train/bus/subway every day but they never actually talk— just eyes that meet occasionally and a polite smile but nothing more. until one day, the other guy just.. stops showing up? and Lance is pretty bummed but what can he do? (and then he sees a familiar mop of black hair at the grocery store or a café or something and is like “!! it’s you!!”)

The trio go out to see the next installment of their favorite movie series, but Lance keeps sneaking out of the theater to buy more snacks (and definitely not to talk to the hot guy running the concession stand)

Keith works at a convenience store/gas station and this tall, beautiful man comes in occasionally, but no matter what he buys, he always always always gets a bag of candy that just so happens to be Keith’s favorite too— he always has a bag at his station so he can snack on it throughout his shift. One day, the man is in line without the candy and he honestly looks like shit— he’s definitely not his usual, happy self. Keith asks about the candy. The man replies, “Oh, i couldn’t find any today... You guys must be out.” So Keith gives him a bag from his stash. “You look like you need it more than me.”

Lance goes to the campus library to check out books for his literature class, but every single time, without fail, someone else has taken the last copy. “What do you mean someone else checked out the last copy?? Who??” “That guy.” *insert Keith* (it would be funnier if Keith isn’t even reading them for class, he’s just reading classic literature for funsies)

Lance checks out a novel from the library and there’s an envelope inside with a name written neatly on the front of it. it looks like it’s important so he resolves to find and return the envelope to K. Kogane, whoever that is (another library one?? yeah sorry idc i love public libraries and books and love stories . sue me.)

Keith is a barber/hairdresser and Lance’s regular stylist isn’t available so he’s stuck with Keith -OR- Lance takes his nephew to get his hair cut and Keith looks kinda scary but he’s actually?? really good with kids?? (insert mullet joke here)

Keith meets Pidge’s friends from a different class. Keith is super into Pidge’s hot, tall friend but is discouraged from acting on it because he’s constantly glued to Hunk’s side and making comments like “this is why I love you, Hunky” and (wrongfully) assumes they’re dating (but Lance is just that kind of guy! yk! he says “ily” to his friends all the time!)

bartender Keith is so good but think abt bartender Lance……… yeah….. need i say more??

#ao3 #fan fiction #fan fic ideas #klance #voltron #vld #keith kogane #lance mcclain #lol #blorbo #blorbo from my shows #klance fic #seriously though #if you guys write abt any of these i want to know

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currentlyinflames · 7 months

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I just had possibly greatest/strangest fic idea

so character A is a math nerd and character B is in their math class and they like each other, the usual. Character A decides to show their love by literal equations to solve to confess. So every day they give character B a literal equation to solve and in the end they spell out "i like you"

[Bonus: The teacher helps with the equations and silently cheers them on]

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vldsideblog · 8 months

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Thinking about writing a fic where it’s just shiro and Adam learning how to take care of Keith. Just snapshots with different themes. Like learning to cook, his fear of fire, or dealing with sensory issues. Just stuff like that. Itd probably be super domestic and sweet with a dash of humor and knowing me a bit of angst.

I need something to work on that’s easier and more based off of simple situations than an actual storyline.

#i think it could be fun #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #keith voltron #keith headcanon #character headcanons #hcs #broganes #autistic keith #galra keith #fic ideas #adashi #adam voltron #shirogane takashi

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fioleespring · 19 hours

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i had this klance fic idea about an atla au where team voltron is alive during the avatarless 100 years and the waterbending purge

lance and allura live in one of the southern water tribe villages. one day the village is attacked by a fire nation ship where keith is one of the soldiers. lance and allura are captured. lance meets keith who is on guard duty and they start talking. one day keith isn't as careful with the water and lance manages to incapacitate him, free himself and allura and escape. he takes keith with them as a prisoner for information. then the three of them go on a quest to free the other captured waterbenders

some more details:

allura has white hair because she was blessed by the spirit of the ocean who saved her from drowning. her family was killed in one of the fire nation attacks. her waterbending style is powerful moves and controlling big amounts of water

lance is better at waterbending that requires precision. not as much power as allura but is better at control. one time he heats up water and keith starts thinking lance did some firebending and is the avatar which lance finds hilarious

keith's mom was from the fire nation but she opposed the rule and keith's dad was from the colonies. keith was orphaned though and the orphanage threw him into the army as soon as he was old enough. keith hates it there

later they meet pidge (nonbender, looking for her family), hunk (earthbender, offers them a place to stay when keith gets injured), shiro (nonbender, sailor who helps them get to the island prisons)

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spaceaces00 · 22 days

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Vld/Klance fics I’ve considered but can’t rn bc school

1. Hunger games (there’s so much I could do but writing novels can be a later thing)

2. Brainwashing/Betrayal (like what they did with Shiro but better?? yknow)

3. Planets/Elemental powers (fire and water: the classics)

4. Unrequited to requited (slow burn)

5. Touch starved Keith development (another classic)

6. ATLA AU??

7. Percy Jackson AU?

8. Uhhh to challenge myself maybe like every little troupe ever? (coffee shop, tattoo shop, teacher, flower shop, etc. etc.)

#klance #voltron legendary defender #vld #fic ideas

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anonymouszephyrus · 3 months

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Okay.. here me out. Klance fic, right? YEAH BUT MAKE THAT LIKE MAIN SCRIPT WRITER X LEAD ACTOR WITH WITH KEITH WRITING A CONFESSION IN THE SCRIPT BUT ITS ACTUALLY THE WORDS HE WANTS TO TELL LANCE BUT HE CANT SO HE JUST PUTS IT IN AND ITS LIKE THE PRETTIEST CONFESSION EVER??? AND ITS LANCE NEEDING TO SAY THOSE WORDS TO THE OTHER LEAD AND HE SLOWLY STARTS TO UNDERSTAND WHILE HE READS THE SCRIPT (he ain't dumb. He smart boi) BECAUSE THERES LIKE STUFF IN THE CONFESSION THAT ONLY HE AND KEITH KNOW LIKE THEIR WHOLE RIVAL-FRIENDS SITUATION BEING REFERENCE WITH LIKE: “Annoying as you were, I was drawn to you. Like a sailor to a siren, like a moth to the flame” HEHEHEH FIRE-WATER YOU KNOW??? No one steal this please, IM MAKING IT. I just need to know if y'all would.. you know, consider it as a possible oneshot or series idea? :D (Is this an excuse to give Keith my writer-poet-bookworm headcanon? YOU CANT TELL ME THE BITCH ISN'T INTO DRAMATIC SHIT LIKE THE SONG OF ACHILLES AND SHAKESPEARE- JUST 'CAUSE HE'S EMO DOESN'T MEAN HE CAN'T ENJOY LITERATURE! He had so much time in that cabin, you can't tell me he wasn't curious about books)

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awhoreintheory · 2 years

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I'm stuck on that voltron wing au omfg pt 2 (pt 1 idea here)

Ok Keith is most often compared to a raven, right? Well I disagree, that bitch is a peregrine. Thank you, next.

SHIRO, THAT GOSSIP LOVING BITCH IS A RAVEN

ok first of all, ravens are BIG, like two and a half feet tall big. And! (This correlates back into my Shiro being rlly good at impressions idea) ravens are leagues better at imitating human speech than parrots

And the symbolism part, ravens are associated with death and misfortune, and what has Shiro experienced? A lot of misfortune and that bitch died. Throw in sum angst where ppl admire him, but don't associate w him bc he's a raven and they're "bad luck", boom.

So Shiro, having his massive black wings, shit hits the fan around him a lil too often, harassing his little brother with scarily good Lance impressions, like who would want anything else?

Now excuse me while I research other birbs for Pidge and Hunk.

#i love this idea fr #someone lowkey needs to write it yall #shiro voltron #takashi shirogane #keith voltron #keith kogane #lance mcclain #lance voltron #klance #voltron wingfic #vld fandom #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld fic idea

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phrogprincess · 1 month

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fic idea, voltron x dc crossover: the paladins are wandering around the universe, not really trying to get anywhere urgently, when they come across a destroyed planet. a few parts are relatively intact, so they land and explore, maybe pay their respects to the dead.

lance wanders into the shell of what might have been a fancy house, and finds a strange symbol. maybe in tile on the floor, maybe painted onto a wall, maybe as part of a broken statue or as a wearable pin. whatever the form, it shocks him.

“guys!” lance yells. they gather close.

“wait…” keith whispers.

“no way,” hunk laughs in disbelief.

“i think i might lose my mind,” pidge adds.

shiro is speechless from shock.

“paladins?” allura asks warily. “what’s going on?”

“oh, nothing,” lance says with false calm. “just, slap me if im crazy, but this is superman’s symbol, right? the big s on his chest?”

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #dcu #dc comics #superman #krypton #crazy crossovers #xovers #drabbles #fic ideas #the feeling when you casually stumble across the crumbling planet and desiccated bodies of the civilization of your favorite real life hero #right sfter ghat last line shiro faints #like he is the biggest superman fan #and you can pry that hc from my cold dead hands #when you get to krypton and find my corpse

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