#Red Lion

[hazycorvus]

And as Hyrule cried for help, the gods answered, flooding the land like under an oil spill

(Available as a print)

[lumieveeeldee]

Keith isn’t doing anything special when it hit him. He’s seated next to Krolia, peeling some strange alien fruit when his insides catch fire.

It starts in his fingers and travels up his arms, boiling his blood in his veins and freezing him over all at the same time. A presence in his head, one so familiar, a scarlet feline yowling in pain, in mourning.

Krolia is in front of him. Her mouth is moving but Keith can’t hear her, he’s deafened by the ringing in his ears and the pained caterwauling of Red throbbing behind his eyes, and his vision blurs—

Keith pitches forward, and the world goes dark.

~

He’s underwater, and he’s not alone. There’s someone else just up ahead. Their lips are blue and their face is slack. Their eyes are closed, and Keith can tell they’re not just sleeping. They are someone Keith knows, someone he loves.

Bubbles erupt from Keith’s mouth as he kicks his feet desperately, hands outstretched, reaching for the body suspended in front of him.

As soon as his fingers graze their wrist, they dissolve, and the world he finds himself submerged in shakes with a grief-stricken roar.

~

Keith shoots up with a strangled gasp, nearly slamming his head into Krolia’s. He’s back in the cave, he realizes, on the space whale, the Paladins light years away.

Red’s guilt and grief form a steady pulse in his head, and the realization crashes into him with all the force of a plummeting meteor.

He scrambles to his feet, ignoring Krolia’s worried exclamation of his name. The blood rushes to his head and threatens to throw him off balance, but Keith sprints out of the cave anyways, eyes burning.

Ever since his father’s death, Keith has rarely cried. He cried the first night in foster care, and he cried when Shiro was declared dead on the Kerberos mission.

That was it. He hadn’t even cried the second time Shiro went missing, because he knew he’d find him again.

Now, though, the tears burn grooves down his face as he runs through the foliage, not stopping until he trips at the edge of the riverbed where they get their water.

A sob rips its way out of his throat as he pinches himself, certain this must be a dream, because Lance wasn’t—Lance couldn’t be—

But the mournful wails of Red in his mind forced him to see the truth.

Lance was gone. Lance was gone, Lance was gone, Lance was gone.

~

He’s too exhausted and devastated to acknowledge Krolia when she approaches.

He’s on his side at the riverbed when she finds him, having long cried himself out. His eyes burn and his throat stings and none of it compares to the gaping wound that has been torn into his heart.

She doesn’t try to talk to him, just hooks her arms under his knees and shoulders and hoists him up.

Where there should be embarrassment and anger, there is only cold, endless nothing. She presses his head to her shoulder, and Keith barely registers that it’s happening.

She’s humming something as she walks, a tune that’s painfully familiar, but the memory is too far away for him to grasp.

His mother is cradling him. He hasn’t allowed himself to think of her as anything more than Krolia until this point, but he’s too hurt to further deny himself the comfort of his mother.

He thinks he knows why Lance missed his own mom so dearly, now, as he falls into a fitful sleep.

~

Red mourns for days, and Keith feels like a hollow shell that only has room for grief.

His days are filled with repeated movements and silence. He doesn’t talk. He wouldn’t know what to say if he did.

His dreams are filled with crooked smirks and freckles skin, and the image of hands gripping Red’s controls as electricity shoots from the dashboard into Red’s pilot, stopping his heart.

Keith can’t tell where his own anguish ends and Red’s begins. He can hardly tell that time is passing at all, each aching moment just an echo of Lance.

There’s an emptiness in Red’s presence, and Keith can feel it in himself.

Lance is gone.

Krolia doesn’t push him about it, and if Keith were anything more than an empty husk, he’d be grateful.

It isn’t until the eighth day of being stuck in his sorry state that Red’s mournful cries turn hopeful.

Keith freezes, and Krolia tenses beside him, hands hovering around him like she’s scared he might topple again. Keith holds his breath, feels the way the empty presence of Red suddenly becomes full again.

The energy is familiar, playful like the morning tide and comforting like the feeling of warm water sinking into aching muscles after a long day.

The energy is Lance.

Lance is alive.

Keith collapses backwards into Krolia with the force of his joy and shock, a tearful laugh slipping past his lips.

“Lance is alive.” Speaking the words into existence makes it feel all the more real, and Keith sags with relief, the wound in his chest stitching itself closed.

“Lance is alive.”

[jiveyuncle]

Red protecting Keith protecting Lance because he’s a reckless self-sacrificing asshole

[torveiglyart]

Lance is ambidextrous? Sure, I can run miles with that one. Maybe add a little klance while I’m at it ;).

[myaaa-teehee]

They are together. They are together. They are.

(Klance shipper 4 life)

[sukoshininja]

Voltron: Legendary Defender S01E01 - The Rise of Voltron

part 157/157

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[paramoreparaless]

WRITING PROMTS WRITING PROMTS *banging the table real hard*

Number 19. “Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”

I LOVE YPUR WRITING AND I LOVE YOUR BLOG AND I THINK U R REALLY COOL JSNDJKSKSK

(no pressure btw <3)

At least he was stuck somewhere pretty. 

It almost – almost – made up for the horrible throbbing emanating from his shin. Lance shifted back on the rocks, hissed as it pulled his injury, and tried his best to straighten it in front of him. It went unwillingly, and not without forcing harsh panting from his lungs, but it went – at least a sprained knee, most likely something broken. Was his vision doubling, or was his leg actually just bending in two different ways?

He threw his head back with a groan – landing on grass, not rock, luckily enough – and absently scrolled through the static-filled channels filtering into his helmet’s feed. He’d taken a pretty bad hit when that huge quintessence-buffed Galra had thrown him across… whatever he’d been thrown across to end up where he was. His helmet had protected him from any bad head injuries, but the rest of his armour didn’t prove quite so effective. 

He should… probably see if there was anything much he could do about that. He’d… tried to straighten the leg, which was better than nothing, even if it had been a largely unsuccessful endeavour. He didn’t exactly have anything to wrap it with, either, which was… probably a major oversight. He should ask Coran if they were meant to have something for that. Surely, right?

Another flick through static. Lance half-wished he’d joined Pidge in learning to read Altean, if only so he’d know which button on his wrist pad would send out the distress signal. He probably shouldn’t need one though, right? Like, Hunk had watched him get flung. Someone would have to come find him eventually. 

Eventually. 

Of course, Hunk himself would be kind of busy with the Galra, and he’d probably have called in backup after Lance got… taken out of commission, so maybe they just had their hands full. Times like this, he was jealous of Keith. He hardly ever had to wait around while injured. Even if they couldn’t reach him – boom, sky gets replaced by overprotective red magic lion. Blue prodded him in the back of his mind, annoyed. Just because she didn’t come running across space to fetch him, didn’t mean she wasn’t helping him all the same – something like a huff, a pause, and Lance was suddenly overwhelmed by sharp and omnipresent agony. It was only a split-second (split-tick?) of feeling, but it left Lance gasping, gasping, heaving. Blue purred, trying to smooth it back over. 

“Okay,” Lance said, dizzily. “Okay, I take it back, you’re awesome. Please don’t do that again.”

Blue huffed again, but didn’t bring down whatever barrier she had between Lance and his apparently excruciating pain, so he’d take the wins where he got them. Lance watched the sky – blue, like Earth, but not blue like Blue. The low-level static in his ear crackled, popped – like an off-brand cereal commercial. 

“Lance? Lance, come in.”

The relief that crashed over him was nearly as potent as his brief insight into his own state. 

“Keith! Man, I never thought I’d be glad to hear you and your dumb mullet.”

“… Right. Sure, whatever. How’re you holding up? Hunk said you got tossed.” 

“Cute little word for it,” Lance grumbled. “Tossed. I got fucking launched. Like –”

“Like a lance?” Keith asked, and Lance didn’t have to see him to be able to perfectly picture his stupid, smug smirk. 

“Shut up,” Lance snapped. “You can’t be mean to me. My leg is broken.”

“What?”

“Are your ears broken? My leg’s, like, totally fucked. I’d probably have passed out ages ago if Blue wasn’t helping.”

“Right. Uh, I’ll… Red and I will fly over to you, then.”

“Probably for the best.”

“Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”

Lance rattled off the coordinates from his wrist screen – Shiro had at least had the foresight to force them all to learn basic numbers, to which Lance was abruptly thankful – closed his eyes, and relaxed into the grass once Keith confirmed he’d locked in on him. He blinked his eyes open again at pressure on his nose – a stray, bluish leaf landing across his face. He brushed it away and cast his gaze upwards. Blue sky, blue like Earth, until – boom, sky replaced by giant red lion. Was this how Keith usually felt when Red came for him? Lance could certainly get used to it. He could also get used to watching as Red’s ramp lowered, and out came Keith, running for him with the same single-minded focus he employed on missions, not slowing so much as skidding to a stop right beside Lance. 

He hadn’t kept his helmet on – possibly never had it on to begin with, if he used the Red Lion’s line to the helmets. The slight breeze was unfairly kind to his ridiculous mop of hair, and it almost seemed to swim around Keith’s face – or maybe Lance was, like, bleeding out or something. He hadn’t really investigated the damage much, had he? Beyond just… noticing it was broken. Yeah. Probably should have given that some more scrutiny. 

Oh well. 

Keith’s hand reached out to him, then stopped, like he wasn’t quite sure what to do. He let out a low whistle. “Okay, yeah. That’s like, bad bad.”

“Really?” Lance asked, batting his eyelashes. “I thought that was how my leg was supposed to look.” 

“Shut up. I’ll leave you here,” Keith threatened, already kneeling and pulling out a roll of weird, glowy Altean bandages. Lance… didn’t want to watch his leg get, essentially, taped back together until he could be thrown into a pod. He looked back up to the sky, up to where Red was watching them, expressionless metal face and blank yellow eyes somehow conveying everything she couldn’t say. 

Which, of course she couldn’t say them. She was a robot lion. Blue took offence to that, but even she had to grudgingly accept that she didn’t quite speak either. It was just… their presence. The soothing knowledge that they were there and they’d do everything they could to protect them. 

“Ready to go?” Keith asked, breaking Lance out of his reverie. One hand outstretched to Lance, other still hovering awkwardly over Lance’s newly-bandaged leg. He wasn’t quite looking at him – Keith’s expression was stuck in that I’m-being-emo-and-thinking-really-hard face he liked to do – but when Lance accepted his hand, Keith’s eyes snapped right to him. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Lance said, surprising himself with how tired he sounded. Yes, Blue was helping him, but even she had limits to all she could do. The longer he let the silence stretch out, the more pronounced the furrow in Keith’s eyebrows became. Lance offered him a faint smile. “Let’s blow this joint.” 

A beat of silence, and then – Keith snorted, rising to stand and pulling Lance up with him, slinging Lance’s arm around his shoulders before he could lose his balance. 

“We’re lucky you’re so short,” Lance said, poking Keith’s cheek with his free hand. If asked, he could blame it on the injury. A flash of an image in his mind – a crude sketch of Keith biting his finger off. Luckily for Lance’s finger, Keith just turned his head with a huff. 

“I’m not short. You’re just freakishly… lanky. Like a colt. Baby horse.”

“I know what a colt is,” Lance said. “I grew up on a farm!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Keith said, nudging Lance forward. “Just making sure.” Red’s presence washed over Lance the second he crossed her threshold – such an unexpected turn of events that he almost fell into Keith. “You good?”

“I – yeah,” Lance floundered. “Uh, hi, Red.”

The brow furrow was back. Keith paused, cocked his head – like his uncle’s old dog – before understanding dawned on his face, and his mouth fell into a little o. “Oh, wow. Didn’t know she could do that. Thanks, girl. Watch him while I fly?”

“You can’t just get your Lion to babysit me,” Lance objected, but he was already being lowered to the floor of Red’s interior, and Keith was already shaking out the thin blanket from the medical kit whose contents were haphazardly strewn across the floor – all the contents, save for the bandages, in Keith’s belt. Ugh, he made it hard to hold a grudge sometimes. Lance’d get back to it later. 

“‘Course I can.” Keith tucked the blanket in, ignoring the flat glare Lance gave him. “Here, I’ll get your helmet. Won’t be so comfortable to lie down in.”

“I’ve been lying down in it,” Lance pointed out, but Keith was already undoing the magnetic clasp and putting it to the side. Keith hesitated a tick longer, like he was – waiting for something. 

“I’ll be fine,” Lance said. “Assuming you get me to a pod in the next, like, varga, I mean, but like – I’ll be fine. Thanks, Keith.”

No verbal response. Keith smiled tightly at him. Lance was pretty sure he managed to return it before Keith disappeared into the cockpit. Blue rumbled comfortingly, and even Red joined in, creating a rolling harmony in his mind, until it took more effort to stay awake than it was possibly worth – and Lance drifted off to sleep. 

[vldfix]

what if all the paladins have a distinct connection to their elements like it doesn’t have to be a necessarily strong one but for example keith’s father was a firefighter and died in a fire and the red lion has fire powers and pidges mom was in charge of the gardens in the atlas and the green lion corresponds with the forest and shit

i know the whole lion change would fuck up that but idek if this makes sense it just came to me when i was ab to nap so like swimmer lance is a fireee headcanon for that reason and idrk what kinda thing could’ve happened regarding the elemental power of earth for hunk but id love to hear theories and shit

also idk what element the black lion is guys it’s never explicitly gone through or stated but i’ve seen ppl say it’s like space/ the sky meaning it could be like air but if it’s space oriented that would also fit with shiro being a genuine pilot and then getting kidnapped in space

might just be meaninglessly yapping but . Yeah

[zthe-magicshit]

Some of my Keith fanart

Love this emo kitten

[shibitct]

Guys Voltron skipped leg day 😔

[avenreir]

such a pretty house and such a pretty garden (the castle of lions ong)

[queer-of-diamonds]

HOW DID I NOT KNOW IT WAS LANCE’S BIRTHDAY TODAY??? HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SILLY LITTLE BOI I LOVE YOUUU

[miakwat]

New video! Talking about Keith and some things I noticed about him during my last rewatch of voltron >:)

You can watch it here!

[semetarycosplay]

I'm feeling really sassy about my Keith right now after some commentary on here. Don't forget when it comes to cosplay etiquette - no one is directly asking your feedback about their cosplay, unless they're directly asking it. Be supportive. Love your fellow cosplayer. Photos: Lost Stars Imaging

[torveiglyart]

Chapter 2 has been posted!!!!

We love the lions 🥺

Chapter one:

Chapter three:

[myaaa-teehee]

They are such cuties ^•^ AAAAAAAA