#Nalquod

[galraluver]

Can we please get headcanons of reader taking care of hurt/sick Blaytz and vice versa I can see him being dramatic a little if he’s the one who’s sick xD

You sure can, I hope you enjoy 🥰

I can totally see him being the biggest baby when he's sick, too

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~ Whenever you get sick Blaytz insists that you stay in bed so you can get better as soon as possible

~ This man takes time off of his kingly duties so he can take care of you

~ If the paladins need him he politely tells them that he can't go anywhere, he's busy taking care of you and you always come first

~ If you're super sick Blaytz has the doctor put you in a healing pod bc he doesn't want you to suffer

~ He's definitely the type to be super hovery whenever you get sick

~ Blaytz always provides you with plenty of tissues, a humidifier, a bowl (in case you need to throw up), a cloth to wipe your face off with and anything else you might need while you're sick

~ He might need to leave the room when you throw up and he always has a servant clean out the bowl, he kinda has a sensitive stomach when it comes to that kind of thing

~ Expect him to sanitize every surface you touch while you're sick since he doesn't want the germs to spread

~ Blaytz will totally make soup for you when you're sick and he'll use his grandmother's recipe, it's delicious and it helps to soothe sore throats

~ Whenever you get injured, however, his reaction might be different depending on how badly injured you are

~ If it's just a little scrape or a small cut he comforts you, he doesn't see any reason to overreact about something so small

~ If you accidentally burn yourself he takes you to the infirmary so the doctor can apply burn relief ointment on it

~ However, if you sprain something or break a bone Blaytz is known overreact

~ Imagine him hyperventilating while the doctor is taking care of it in the least painful way possible

~ If the recovery time is a long time then you go into a healing pod, otherwise Blaytz helps you with daily tasks until you're fully healed and the cast can come off

~ Blaytz either gives you a muscle relaxant cream or a massage if or when you accidentally pull a muscle, he knows how it feels and he doesn't want you to endure that pain

~ Whether you're sick or injured he's always there for you

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~ Whenever Blaytz gets sick he tends to get a little dramatic, even if the illness he caught isn't life threatening

~ He takes time off from his duties every time he's sick because he can't make any good decisions or remember much while he's got brain fog

~ Acts like he's dying though he's not, even after you reassure him that he's going to be okay

~ He's definitely the biggest baby when he's sick

~ You always make sure he has everything he needs, that way you're not constantly having to go get stuff

~ One of the things Blaytz hates most about being sick is that you won't kiss him because you don't want to get sick too

~ *cue Blaytz pouting sadly because you won't kiss him on the lips*

~ You won't kiss Blaytz on his lips when he's sick, but you will kiss him on his forehead

~ There was one time when Blaytz got sick after getting sprayed by some kind of pollen after he went on a mission with the other paladins, needless to say he was covered with itchy pink spots for about a week

~ If Blaytz is sick with the space flu you have a servant clean out the bowl you give him since it's not a pleasant task

~ Blaytz taught you how to make his grandmother's special soup so you can make it for him whenever he gets sick

~ When Blaytz gets injured he isn't as dramatic about it, although he likes resting a lot if he's got a sprain, strain or a fractured bone

~ If he's got a really bad broken bone he lets the doctor reset it before they put him in a healing pod

~ Blaytz is careful not to accidentally get burnt, but if he has a cut or a scrape he'll let you clean and bandage it

~ There was one time when he ended up getting a gash on his left leg when he wasn't watching his step and fell into a hole while you two were out on a hike, you held his hand after he got taken to the hospital where a doctor gave him stitches

~ Blaytz might be a sort-of warrior but that doesn't mean he can handle the worst injuries, he loves having you with him when he's injured because your presence makes him feel at least a little better

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AO3!

Chapter 4: Who Do You Love? 

Summary: Keith deals with new emotions 

A/N: I used a fantasy language generator for Altean! I'm just trying it out, idk if I should keep it!

Word Count: 6034

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Keith’s POV 

Love. The word circled around Keith's mind like a tune stuck in his head. Galran’s weren't scared of the word. But it was hardly said, or hardly written. Yet, he came to find out that Alteans say it...a lot. Even for things that weren't romantic. They were lax with the word.

They loved flowers. They loved cooking or music. They loved this. They loved that. But neither of the books Lance read to him explained what love was.  

What did it feel like when you were in love? How did you know if the person you loved, loved you back? How do you express love? 

Lance had been Keith's guard for six months now. Six months of walking together, creating a routine, Lance reading to him, and meetings. Six months of knowing Lance properly. 

Being around him ached in his core but being away from him stung. Keith didn't know what to make of it. He found it hard to breathe when Lance wasn't around. 

They had gotten closer over the last half a year. Lance had taught more about Altean lifestyles and culture. What Coran was like in his younger days. He was told about Princess Allura and the two other knights, Romelle and Adam. 

Keith opened up to his knight as well. He made it known what he liked and disliked. The things he wanted to try and the places he wanted to go. Without having to be on a political mission. He began to discuss the life he would want if he didn’t have to take over the empire. 

The life he would never have.

“Oh, boys! Just the people I was looking for!” Kolivan clasped his hands as he made his way over to them. Shiro follows beside him, holding a piece of paper and a small box. 

Lance bowed at the empire, sending Shiro a small nod. “Is everything okay?” Keith asked from where he was kneeling. Feeling a new flower that was planted the day before. 

“Yes, but we just received word of an invitation!” 

Keith sighed, “another party?” He stood.

“Yes, on Altea! King Alfor is hosting it. Along with Blaytz of Planet Nalquod, Gyrgan of Planet Rygnirath, and Trigel of the Dalterion Belt.”

Keith looked at his dad with disbelief, Shiro handing him a copy of the invitation. “The original alliance invited us to a party?” He grabbed the paper, his eyes scanning the words. 

His father grinned, “yes. This is good progress, Keith. The final push in the right direction.” 

“So it’s on Altea?” 

“Correct, which leads me to my next order of business. Knight McClain!” He said enthusiastically. 

“Uh Sir!” Lance said, a bit caught off guard. 

Kolivan motioned at Shiro who stepped forward, holding the box out to Lance. The emperor urged him to open the box and Lance did, slowly. “I know you wear the Altean royal symbols and colors but given your residence here and longevity. I hope you feel comfortable wearing these as well.” 

Lance stared into the box, his face unreadable. 

“Galran’s general wear these on the left side. I’m not sure of Altean culture or which side your medals and symbols must be worn. I hope we can make it work.” 

Lance reached into the box, his fingers shaking slightly. “Sir…Are you sure about this?” He pulled out the Galran insignia, purple chains hanging off it. Just like what Lance wore the first time Keith saw him at the dance. But with the Altean symbol and light blue chains. These were attached to the shoulder cuffs to hang off down the wearer's arms. 

“Positive young knight. If you’re okay with it, I think you could help be the bridge between the Galrans and Altman's. Yes, the alliance is signed and holding strong but we still stay in our own area. You could show that we are breaking down our walls some. Embracing each other.” 

Lance gave a tense nod, placing the chain back into the box; grabbing it from Shiro. “Thank you, sir, I will wear it with honor.” He bowed deeply, holding the box tightly to his chest. 

Kolivan smiled at him, looking toward his son. “We leave for Altea in the morning. I will call for servants to pack for you. Knight McClain, do you need any help packing?” 

Lance shook his head no. 

Keith’s dad clasped his hands together again, “splendid. I look forward to tomorrow!” He turned and left, Shiro following at his side. 

Keith glanced at Lance, whose attention was back on the box. “Are you excited? To go back to Altea?” 

“Um…yeah. It’ll be nice,” he met Keith's eyes. “But I’m still going to be guarding you. I have a sworn duty.” 

Keith turned around, moving to the next plant; praying Lance didn’t see the blush that formed over his skin. “I’m sure I’ll be okay if you take a moment to chat with your friends.” 

“Yeah…but they have their own work to do anyways. Guarding their own people.” 

“Who do they guard again?” Keith began walking, Lance following behind. 

“Coran guards King Alfor, Adam guard’s the queen, and Romelle guards Allura. And I guard you.” 

“I’m still confused why there are only four knights.” Keith paused by the sunflowers, touching the petals gently. 

Lance remained silent, his eyes a bit glazed over. 

“Lance?” 

He blinked, turning some so Keith couldn’t see his face. “There would have been five but he was killed about fourteen years ago.” He took a shaky breath. “We used to have more. At least that’s what Coran told me. But they were…” he trailed off. 

Keith frowned, his mind auto-filling what Lance neglected to say. “We killed them.” 

Lance didn’t reply, and his body didn’t move. 

Keith found his hand wrapped around the head of the sunflower he was admiring only a moment ago. He squeezed the flower in his hand, crushing it under his strength. “It seems that’s all we’re good for.” He opened his hand, and the flower fell to the ground; destroyed. “Destroying and killing.” 

“That’s not true, your highness!” Lance borderline screamed at him, his marks glowing intently. 

Keith stared at him, dumbfounded. No one had ever raised their voice at him. No one ever dared. 

“You can’t blame yourself for what your grandfather did. Zarkon…he doesn’t represent the Galrans anymore. Your father does, your mother does, and you do. Even if you don’t like it. The Galran have created alliances with planets that were fighting each other long before Zarkon's first move. You’re pushing to heal the universe, not destroy it. Galran is not a synonym for being bad or evil.” Lance took a deep breath. 

“Becoming an Altean Knight takes more work than people are willing to put in. More sacrifice than people are prepared to give. It’s not anyone's fault that most people end up becoming guards or military personnel rather than knights.” He froze, the sudden realization of his outburst hitting him hard. 

He kneeled to the ground, something he hadn’t done in the entire six months he had worked under Keith. “Forgive me, I spoke out of turn.” 

Keith couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move. Lance’s words replayed in his mind, causing emotions he didn’t know he could feel. He didn’t even know how to identify them. “Stand.” 

Lance did, keeping his head low, the box left on the ground. 

Keith scanned him a couple of times; he had never seen him lose his composure. But now? His shoulder’s moved up and down as he breathed, his chest rising and falling quickly. His marks still glowing. 

“Look at me.” 

Lance didn’t move. 

He never ignored an order from Keith. 

Keith moved forward, stopping right in front of his knight. “Lance.” He flinched slightly, causing Keith's chest to tighten. He took a deep breath; he wasn’t someone he ever wanted to scare. “Can you look at me…please?” 

Lance turned his head some, his eyes still closed. 

Keith moved his hands slowly, gently touching Lance’s face again. The second time he purposely touched him. Maybe he was imagining this, maybe he wanted so badly to think that Lance had actual feelings for him. But, it seemed as though Lance leaned into his touch ever so slightly. “I’m not mad at you. I appreciate the words you said.” 

His knight gave a half-hearted nod, his marks dulling some. 

“Can you open your eyes?” 

He did, achingly slow. The calm blue Keith had grown to love tinted red. A storm that shouldn’t exist. “Thank you, Lance.” Wait, love? 

He mumbled something in Altean but Keith knew that it wasn’t anything negative towards him. Maybe it was a thank you? Another apology? He felt an overwhelming urge to pull Lance in for a hug but before he could begin the internal battle some voice appeared to the left. 

He quickly dropped his hands, stepping back as Lance grabbed the box that was discarded. Just the gardeners. “Let’s head to the library. I want to read.” Keith began walking before Lance could respond, his body on fire. 

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He found himself wide awake, staring at what would be his ceiling if the room wasn’t blanked in darkness. Lance had left him for the night over two hours ago but no matter how hard Keith tried, sleep stayed right out of his grasp. Taunting him. 

He loved Lance. 

At least he thinks he does. Everything was confusing. He liked Lance, but jumping to love? Shouldn’t that take time? A kiss or two? It had only been six months. It had been six months. Could you fall in love with someone after that amount of time? 

He sighed, pushing himself into a sitting position. Despite being a four-letter word it sat heavy on him. Weighing him down like the cover of a book. Trapping him, forcing him to think about it. 

He found himself pacing, trying to calm his mind. But he was never taught about falling in love, he never read stories about navigating love; only when it’s reciprocated. He found himself in the library, holding the first Altean book Lance had read to him. 

He flipped through the pages, growing frustrated at the unknown language. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Maybe a section Lance skipped or glossed over. A ‘what to do when you realize you're in love with someone that you didn't even realize you had a crush on until that moment in time.’ He doubted he would find anything that specific but something along those lines would be helpful. 

“Keith? Why are you awake?” Shiro entered the space, his voice a whisper. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” he kept flipping through the book, a small frown on his face. 

Shiro sat in the chair across from him. Lance’s seat. “What book are you reading?” 

Keith hummed, “I don’t know. It’s in Altean. Lance read it to me.” 

“Lance…read you a book?” 

“Yeah, he had some sent over a couple of months back. Altean’s have a lot of romance novels.” 

“Oh.”

Silence fell between them, the only sound was Keith flipping through the book. “What are you hoping to find?” Shiro asked cautiously. 

Keith closed the book abruptly, “have you ever been in love?”

Shiro looked at Keith like he had three heads, “that’s…what?” 

Keith closed his eyes, letting his head fall back on the chair. “Have you ever been in love?” 

“Of course I have. I love my parents and I have brotherly love for you-”

Keith lifted his hand, silencing the other man. “Have you ever felt romantic love?” 

Shiro stared at the ground, “...no. I don’t think I have. Why are you asking?” 

Keith lowered his hand and rubbed his eyes. He was tired. 

“Keith?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Do you…do you love someone?” 

He didn’t reply, his hand resting over his lips, his chest tightening into a painful twist.

“It’s Lance isn’t it?” 

Keith released a small chuckle, “is it that obvious?” 

“Not the love part but it’s very obvious that you have some sort of affection towards him. Krolia said you fell asleep on him during movie night. And you’ve bent so many rules and broken traditions for him. It’s clear he’s just as important to you as you are to him.” 

“You think I’m important to him? I’m just his mission.” He spat out the words, he knew Lance wouldn't love him even if he could. 

“Maybe so…I’m not sure if all the Altean knights watch their people as he watches you.” 

Keith scoffed, “and how does he watch me exactly?” 

It took a moment for Shiro to respond, but he eventually did. “Like you’re the only person in the room.” 

“Can you even love someone you haven’t been with? I’ve only touched him a couple of times, we haven’t kissed or anything. It’s like…I didn’t realize I liked him until today when I released I loved him.” 

“I don’t know. It can’t be impossible if that’s how you’re feeling.” 

Keith inhaled a shaky breath, this conversation was not going how he wanted it to. He wanted Shiro to say that he had been in love before and tell him how to get over it. Tell him how to ease this tension in his core. “I’m sure all the knights act like that. He’s just doing his job.” 

Shiro leaned forward, placing his hand on Keith’s knee; a comforting gesture. “I don’t know what this feeling is like. I can’t even begin to fathom how you’re feeling but,” he gave a gentle squeeze. “I’m here if you need to talk.” 

“Okay.” 

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“Are you okay Lance? You look like you’re going to puke?” Krolia questioned, moving a bit closer to look at him better. 

“I’m fine, your highness, just…nervous?” Lance did his best to lean back some, pressing himself against the back of his seat. 

“Nervous about what, Knight McClain? We’re going to Altea after all!” Kolivan asked, setting the stack of papers he was reading on his lap. 

Lance swallowed, his eyes looking anywhere but at the Galrans in the room. “Just…I haven't seen the royal family or the other knights in half a year. I don’t know what has changed.” 

“Things have changed but I wouldn’t worry about that. Just enjoy being home for the next day.” Krolia flashed him a toothy grin, sitting back in her own chair. 

“Yes, empress.” Lance lowered his head some. Shiro bumped Keith’s foot, sending him a sympathetic smile. Keith sent him a minuscule nod, his eyes falling on his knight. 

They hadn’t spoken since his moment yesterday. Past a couple of words here and there, the usual bubbly self Lance put on display when it was just the two of them was gone. It bothered him. Somber expressions didn’t look good on Lance. 

They landed on Altea about half an hour later, Lance standing behind Keith as the doors opened. He could feel the anxiety rolling off him but what did he have to be anxious about? 

Keith stepped off the ship, squinting a bright light from the sun. Suns? He looked up enough to see three glowing orbs in the sky. 

“Welcome to Altea!” King Alfor stepped forward, a grin on his face. His wife and daughter stood next to him, Coran standing behind him. 

“It is a beautiful planet,” Kolivan extended his hand, which King Alfor grasped and immediately yanked the other king into a hug. 

“This day is monumental! I cannot wait to have everyone together. We are making history, Kolivan.” He patted his back once before releasing his hold on the other man. He pulled Krolia into a hug as well, and she was immediately grasped by his wife. 

Keith prayed to any god that they would skip him. They thankfully did. 

“Lance! Come here!” King Alfor waved the knight over who looked to Keith for permission. 

Keith nodded and Lance stepped forward; quickly being embraced by his king. 

“It is so good to see you. Now Coran can stop moaning about how much he misses you.” King Alfor broke the embrace, keeping Lance at an arm's length away. “Have things been good? You haven’t damaged your sword, correct?” 

“No sir, I haven't had to use it at all.” 

“Well let me see. I need to make sure you’ve been taking care of one of Altea’s prized possessions.” 

Keith’s ears perked up at the statement. He had never seen Lance’s sword before, he never unsheathed it around him. And was it really that important that the king himself wanted to check the quality? He glanced at his family, interest on their faces as well. 

Lance stepped back some, swiftly pulling the sword from its holder, a crisp schwing sound filling the air. King Alfor leaned forward, his hand remaining still in front of him. “Marvelous. Coran!” 

The older knight stepped forward. 

“Do the quality check please.” 

“Yes sir.” 

Lance turned his body some so he was facing the senior knight. Coran dipped his head slightly, as Lance held the sword up. The blade and handle sitting on his open palms. Coran grabbed the sword, holding it up in the air and then swinging it to the ground. He twisted his wrist, mostly testing the weight, and lifted the sword up to his face. His gloved hand slid along the dull side of the blade. He looked at his glove, moving his fingers together, and dropped the sword; Which Lance caught as soon as it left his hands. He quickly put it back in its holder. 

Keith stared at the metal the entire time. The sword was a silver color with blue running down the blade almost like lighting. It was stunning. Lance didn’t move a muscle the entire time, was he even breathing? 

Nobody spoke. Not on the Galran side of the Altean side. Instead, they all watched in silence, knowing, even if they were never told, the importance of what was happening. 

“Well done my boy.” Coran smiled before he pulled Lance in for his own hug, holding him tighter than the king did. 

“I told you, love, in no time Lance will surpass your knight.” The Altean queen giggled to her husband who released a loud laugh. 

“Now, my apologies for the unprompted ceremony you all just witnessed,” he turned his attention toward his guest. “These swords hold significant power for Alteans. With Lance being gone so long, we need to make sure he was fulfilling the task that comes with bearing it.” 

“Nevertheless,” he collapsed his hands together, “let’s get this show on the road. If the young prince does not plan on intending this meeting Lance can escort him to your rooms. And anyway the prince would like to explore.” 

Keith looked at his parents, he wasn’t aware there would be a meeting right as they stepped off the ship. 

“My son will not be joining the meeting. I put his care in his knight’s hand.” 

Alfor smiled, “then follow me!” 

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“What are these called again?” Keith kneeled down, his fingers touching the soft petals of the purple flower. 

“Juniberry. They’re only found on Altea.” Lance remained standing, his gaze on the flower Keith was touching. “Do you like them?” 

“Yes. They’re beautiful.” 

Lance kneeled down next to him, his arm only an inch from Keith’s. “I wanted to say sorry for being quiet yesterday and today. I was dealing with-” 

“No need to explain. It’s okay.” Keith pulled his hand back, resting it on his knee. “Your sword is beautiful. I’ve never seen it before today.” 

Lance’s mark began to glow softly, “thank you. I thankfully haven’t had to pull it out around you. You’ve been pretty safe and easy to guard.” 

Keith rolled his eyes, a blush forming over his face. “Shut up.” He leaned over some, bumping his shoulder against his knight’s, keeping it pressed there. Lance reached forward some, plucking a flower out of the ground. He held it between his thumb and pointer finger, letting it spin as he moved his fingers. 

Keith leaned back more so he was sitting, watching Lance. 

He kept reaching for more flowers, moving his hands rapidly, his body hiding whatever he was doing. “There!” He turned around, holding up a flower crown. “For you, my good sir.” He bowed his head as he held out the crown. 

Keith laughed, “you made me a flower crown?” 

“Yes.” 

“A king does not put on his own crown.” Keith wasn’t sure why he said that and he felt himself panicking as Lance looked at him. 

But Lance leaned forward, gently placing the object on his head. “There you go. You are officially the king of the Juniberry flowers.” 

Keith lifted his hand, gently touching the flowers. He suddenly had a strong desire to lean forward and kiss Lance, so he ended up chewing on his inner cheek. 

They sat like that for a bit before Lance stood, showing Keith more of the garden; the crown still on his head. 

“These are called ‘Virginia Creepers,’ they’re from Earth.” Lance stopped in front of a wall that split the garden. Green vines with a leafy top attached to the wall. 

“They just grow like that?” 

“Yes, and Earth had more as well. This is the only one we could get to grow on Altea.” Lance’s body stiffened slightly. The next thing Keith knew was that Lance’s right hand was wrapped around his back, his left hand covering his mouth. Lance stepped forward some. Keith tripped over his feet but the other boy prevented him from falling. 

He heard something hit the wall with a loud thunk. His eyes widened some, what was that? 

Lance shook his head, stepping back some and drooping his hands when he knew Keith was stable on his feet again. “Guys, that’s not funny!” He shouted out toward the area opposite of the wall. 

Keith looked at the wall, a knife lodged in it, right where Lance was standing. 

“I told you it wouldn’t be funny!” A girl’s voice cut through the air, annoyance dripping off it.

“Blah blah, come on,” a man's voice responded. 

He looked at Lance whose jaw was tense as he continued to look at where the voices came from. Eventually, two people walked into their field of vision; wearing the same style of armor Lance always did. It was a guy and a girl. 

The girl was shorter than the guy, her long blonde hair tied in a braid that rested on her shoulder. The marks under her eyes were a soft teal color. Her skin was fair and despite her smaller build, she walked with the same confidence that Lance and Coran displayed. 

The man next to her was taller, his skin tan and his eyes a grayish color. A color Keith had never seen on an Altean before. His marks were a soft green. His hair was brown, cut short. Mimicking Lance’s hairstyle. He also wore glasses and his lips were turned into a smirk as he made his way over toward them. 

A sheathed sword hung at their hips. Swaying slightly as they walked. “What you two did was not funny,” Lance growled the words slightly and Keith flinched. Lance had never spoken like that. 

“It was just a joke Lanceyyyyy,” the girl said, borderline skipping towards him; freezing in the palace when she saw Keith. “Oh…oh no.” 

“What did you say El?” The man’s eyes also fell on Keith. He sucked in a quick breath, “shit.” 

The knights shared a look before they bowed at Keith, clearly understanding who he was. “Forgive us majesty, we didn’t see you when we threw the knife. We were trying to see if Lance had gone soft, not try to assassinate you.” The man spoke clearly, his voice sounding a bit tense. 

The girl nodded slightly, “yes forgive us.” 

Lance stared at the two, his body tense and Keith cleared his throat. “Uh…you can stand.” 

The knights did, their eyes shifting to Lance who still hasn't eased up at all. 

“Well….are you going to introduce us or…?” The man spoke, another easy smile on his lips. 

Lance mumbled something under his breath before clearing his throat. “Prince, this is Adam and Romelle. Knights to the Queen of Altea and Princess Allura. Who they should be with right now.” He grumbled the last sentence out. 

Both the knights chuckled. “We were dismissed. They’re just in a meeting and they have Coran which is all of us times ten.” Romelle spoke, a bit too happy for the tense atmosphere Lance was radiating. 

“Are you going to be at the party, Lance?” Adam asked. 

Lance dropped his shoulders slightly, “I go where the Prince goes.” 

“You know Nyma will be there,” Romelle wiggled her eyebrows. 

Keith felt an uncomfortable feeling bloom in his chest. Jealousy? Who the hell was Nyma? He had never heard that name before. 

Lance’s expression didn’t change, maybe he looked more annoyed? Any change that did occur was subtle. “Okay…but as I said. I will go where the Prince goes.” 

The two knight’s shared a look, their eyes shifted from each other to Lance, to Keith, and then back to each other. A smile forming on their faces. “Skai cru vaih noiese Nyma. Skai noiese zoic lailakuene cru vaih skai?” They said in unison, their voices lifting some. 

Keith had no idea the words that were been shared. He really needed to learn Altean. But he recognized one word; one name. Nyma. 

He looked at Lance, his marks glowing brightening and his face was scrunched up slightly. Clearly flustered. 

“Poienem soth skai oipie!” 

They both giggled in response and Lance crossed his arms, boring a hole in the ground with his eyes. His marks still glowing. 

Adam and Romelle laughed, holding each other up as their chest moved up and down. The sound echoed around them. 

His chest only got tighter, his mind cycling on the name. He had never heard about this person before. They obviously had a history with Lance, enough that the knights had to bring up that they would be at the party. His stomach turned more. Lance liked someone else, didn’t he? 

He had never asked about Lance’s love life or who was waiting for him on Altea. He didn’t think he would have any obstacles past Lance being his guard and him being a prince. But another person? Someone who had more history with him? Keith felt tears burn behind his eyes. He needed to be alone for a bit. 

“Lance, I want to go to my room.” 

Lance looked at him, he looked relieved in a sense. Keith figured he was imagining it. “Follow me, your highness.” 

“See you at the party!!!” Romelle waved at them as they walked away. 

Keith was a fool to think he had a chance. 

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He ran his hands through his hair, taking a couple of deep breaths. After a bath, and some very strong-smelling soaps he felt a tiny bit better. Lance had left to get ready for the dance himself but assured him he would be back before he was out of the bath. 

He took his time getting ready, dragging every piece of fabric onto his body. He didn’t mind his formal wear, he thought it did make him attractive but right now it felt heavy. He didn’t want to be flirted with, he didn’t want to pretend to be engaged with people, he just wanted to lay down and cry. He had never felt like this before. 

He stepped out of the bathroom, tucking his blade into its holder that sat on his lower back. Lance was standing on the porch, pacing back and forth some. He opened the sliding door, Lance turning to look at him. 

“Prince.” 

“You look nice.” He moved to stand by him, placing his hands on the balcony. 

“All I did was add the chains and metals,” Lance said, rubbing the back of his neck in awkwardness. 

Keith glanced at him, his chest tightening more. Blue decorated the right side of his armor, naturally blending with the silver color. He wore the same chains and medals as he did all those months ago. The left side was decorated with the pieces his father gifted him. The purple symbol looked a bit off on the silver metal. Not ugly, but it was odd to see an Altean bearing the Galran mark. 

He had a dark blue half cape attached to his right shoulder blade. There wasn’t a scratch or mark anywhere on him. He was a knight in shiny armor. Literally. “Are you sure you want to attend the party?” 

Keith nodded. 

“We can head down when you say the word. That goes for leaving the party as well. If you want to dip after five minutes just say the word, your highness.” 

Keith dipped his head some, “okay.” 

Lance had hooked his arm around his, saying it was tradition for the knights to properly escort their person to the event. Keith didn’t object. They arrived at the party a bit after it started, a couple of hushed voices moved around them as Keith stepped into the room. Yet, he couldn’t tell if they were directed at him or Lance. Lance grinned at everyone they passed, staying true to his word and sticking to Keith’s side. 

“So I guess Alteans and Galrans are serious about this alliance. Look at Knight McClain’s armor.” Someone whispered as they made their way through the room. 

“Knight McClain? You’re serious? I didn’t think he would be here.” A girl gushed in response. 

Keith silently applauded his father, that was a good move on his end. They finally made their way over to where his parents were. Standing off to the side as they chatted with all the other royal attendees. 

“Nice to meet you. Well, properly this time.” Allura stepped in front of him, a soft smile on her face. 

He took note of Romelle standing behind her, wearing the same Altean symbols as Lance. Romelle looked more serious this time, her hands at her side, her eyes scanning the crowd. “The pleasure is all mine,” he grabbed Allura’s hand and pressed a chaste kiss to it. He stood, meeting her knight's eyes briefly. She looked uncomfortable, her eyes going back to the crowd. 

Keith and Allura exchanged small talk for a bit. Mostly about their respective cultures but they bonded a bit over their annoyance with these parties and literature. 

Lance stepped around him as they spoke, speaking softly to Romelle in Altean. Both of them kept their eyes on the crowd. 

“Everyone! If I could have your attention!” King Alfor’s voice boomed over the room. Once the room was silent we raised his glass. “I hope you know that this night is about peace, love, and alliance. We are here to make sure another war doesn’t tear us apart again!” 

The crowd cheered and Keith joined in on the clapping, his parents smiling. 

“Now, for a special event, I present to you the best singer Altea has to offer. Nyma!” King Alfor moved to sit back down in his chair, the crowd cheering louder. 

A young woman stepped onto the stage that was off to the side, everyone's eyes on her. She was pretty, Keith couldn’t deny that. Her face was a cream color that blended into a soft yellow. Her eyes were purple and she was tall. She wore a two-piece outfit, a pure white cropped top, and a floor-length skirt. The gems that decorated it glimmered under the lights. 

She bowed at the royalty that was present, her eyes traveling to Keith. Or at least he thought until he heard Romelle giggle as she elbowed Lance. That’s who she was looking at. 

A soft melody began to play from somewhere in the room and she began to sing. She was singing in Altean, or maybe another language. Keith wasn’t sure. Her voice filled the air, a pleasant sound. She wasn’t a bad singer, Keith could see why everyone was excited about her. 

But he found himself unable to feel joy during her performance. Only annoyance. He hated how pretty she was, she was stunning. He wasn’t sure how well she knew Lance but Lance would be stupid to not like her back. He lost the game he didn’t know he was playing. 

After her fifth song, she bowed, letting the room fill with cheers. Everyone went back to talking, and laughing with each other as more drinks were passed around. Keith grabbed his fifth drink of the night, ignoring how his vision began to swim slightly. He needed to leave. 

He lifted his hand to signal his knight over, dropping it as he saw Nyma make her way toward him. “Prince, it is an honor to meet you. And perform for you.” She curtsies in her dress, sending him a warm smile. 

He tried to match her attitude, tried to seem thrilled she chose him to talk to. He knew he was failing. “Nyma was it? Your performance was spectacular.” 

She blushed, “thank you.” Her eyes drifted behind him, to Lance. “Do you mind if I say hello to your knight? I haven't seen him in a long time.” 

He reluctantly shook his head yes, he had no rational reason to deny her that. He quickly finished his drink. 

She grinned and moved past him, “Lance!” 

He smiled at her, “Nyma.” 

She wrapped her arms around him, his own arms quickly reciprocating. She was whispering something in his ear, his marks glowing with every word she said. 

Keith couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move either. 

He nodded, mumbling his own words back before pulling away some. Her hand patted his chest, her fingerings lingering on the decoration that he had placed there. She laughed at something Lance mumbled and leaned up. Kissing his cheek. 

Keith’s stomach lurched. 

He found himself fumbling through the crowd, his eyes falling on Shiro. 

“Keith? Are you okay?” His voice was laced with worry, and he reached forward to catch him. 

“I need to go. I can’t be with him right now.” He whispered the words in Galran, praying his parents didn’t hear him. 

Shiro nodded, “can you stand on your own? At least till we’re out of the ballroom?” 

Keith nodded, forcing his legs to support his weight. Was his outfit always this suffocating? 

“Is everything alright?” Lance’s voice appeared behind him, a bit frantic. 

“He’s fine. Enjoy the party Lance, I’ll take him back to the room.” Shiro replied, a fake smile on his face. 

“I can come with him-” 

“Stay here,” Keith growled out, the words sounding rougher in his native tongue. He turned his body, squaring his shoulders. Regretting looking at Lance as soon as his eyes fell on him. 

He looked crushed. Like a kid who was told they couldn’t sleep over at their friend's house. 

Keith wanted to pull him in for a hug. Apologize for his outburst but he couldn't. Not right now. “I’ll see you in the morning. Come on Shiro.” 

He made his way towards the exit, Shiro following right behind. “Did he follow?” He asked as they reached an empty hallway. His advisor moved to help support his body.  

“No…he didn’t even look back.” 

Those words were a knife in Keith’s chest.  He really wasn’t anything more than a mission to Lance. Someone he was ordered to protect. They made it back to his room for the night, Shiro locking the door. 

Keith stumbled to his bed, trying his best to remove his outfit. The buttons kept snagging and he felt more and more frustrated at every small thing getting in his way. “DAMN IT!” 

Shiro kneeled in front of him, “take a deep breath. Let me help.” He quickly undid Keith’s jacket, helping him slide it off his shoulders. He untied his boots and removed the holder for his blade. Leaving Keith in his underclothes. 

A drop of water fell on his hand. Then another. And another. He lifted his hands to wipe his eyes, when was the last time he cried? 

Shiro frowned at him, unsure of how to help as Keith hiccupped. More tears falling.

He was a fool. 

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Poor baby :(

Thank you for reading <3333

[purplerubyred]

My headcanon on why Sendak has a type. He had a little crush on Blaytz!

[kingalchemistalfor]

New headcanon:

As we all know, based on Coran’s reminiscing, Altea does not have rain.

Nalquod, however, does.

The first time Alfor sees rain is on Nalquod, and he just kind of stands there gaping upward for several minutes, letting himself get soaked and watching the water fall from the sky.

At some point, he finally turns to Blaytz and asks something along the lines of, “So what’s the catch?”

“The… catch…?” Blaytz of course is utterly confused, because, yeah, he knows Altea doesn’t get rain, but it isn’t that weird.

“You know,” Alfor says, “it’s very nice now, but does it turn boiling as the day goes on? So freezing it hurts? Is the water poisonous? Is this just the preamble to dropping several thousand tons of water on us at once?”

“No- no,” says Blaytz. “This is it. It’s just rain. No catch.”

Alfor is understandably flabbergasted by this concept, but ultimately decides he likes it much better than the burning, falling rocks they have back on Altea.

[saelrum]

So, i've tried to re-design main characters as former Paladins' species for VLD AU

[zonerobotnik]

It’s time to interview the Red, Black and Blue Paladins! And they are looking F I N E~. Where at? Chapter 40 of “For the Sake of the Universe”!

[mistbornhero]

For anon who requested “ the scene where blaytz flirted with the male servant “

Bonus:

[goodvibes24hrs]

 Excuse me 👀

[galraluver]

Can we get Blaytz x artist reader please? :3

I'll try my best. Since you didn't specify what kind of artist then I'm going to go with a digital artist

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There were many things Blaytz admired most about (Y/n), but the one thing he admired most about her was her talent as a digital artist. The way she could sit for hours and draw on her tablet or computer was amazing, before he met her he never thought anyone could have such intense concentration. (Y/n) drew fanart for her favorite fandom and sometimes she took commissions, but for the most part it was a hobby of hers that she did. She usually paced herself between each work of art so that she wouldn't get burnt out so quickly, but recently she had a lot of motivation for a recent commission and it was supposed to be super detailed, so she wanted to focus all of that motivation on making one of her most beautiful works yet. As much as Blaytz wanted to see his girlfriend he understood that he needed to wait until she was finished, then when she was then he could kiss her as many times as he wanted.

He only knew the basics of the commission such as what fandom it was of, which character/characters it contained and which action they would do in the fanwork. While (Y/n) sat at her desk in her studio Blaytz did the quieter housework and prepared a snack for his talented significant other, her absolute favorite since she would be extremely hungry by the time she finished the final touches. Eventually when they moved to Nalquod he would make sure (Y/n) had a bigger art studio with all the best art technology and supplies that the universe had to offer, that way she could continue doing her passion. (Y/n) had been working on the commission for the past four hours and she was nearly finished, unfortunately she really needed to use the bathroom and she absolutely needed to use the bathroom. Blaytz’ feelers perked up when he heard the door to (Y/n's) studio open, so naturally he went to go see if she was done.

“Hey Gorgeous, are you finished yet?” Blaytz queried when he approached his girlfriend, beaming a smile at her.

“I'm almost done, but I (really) need to use the bathroom. Thank you for being so patient.” (Y/n) replied with a sigh, grateful to have such an understanding boyfriend.

“It's no problem. When you're finished I'll have something delicious waiting for you.” Blaytz responded before he went back to the kitchen, allowing (Y/n) to have the opportunity to use the bathroom.

(Y/n) really appreciated Blaytz for being so understanding; there were so many people in her past that weren't so tolerant of her hobby, and the fact that Blaytz didn't judge her made him the best boyfriend ever. She used the bathroom as quickly as possible before her creative juices ran dry and she made sure to wash and dry her hands before she left the bathroom, then she went straight back to her studio. Her brain was beginning to hurt, luckily she only had to draw the final finishing touches and add her signature before it was done. In the meantime, Blaytz made sure to prepare plenty of her favorite snack and he filled a large glass of her favorite drink, then he put them on the table. And finally, when (Y/n) finished the commission she made sure that it looked absolutely perfect and saved it before she could finally leave her studio; she wouldn't have any motivation to draw for a long time, she was just glad that she finished the commission on time.

“I'm finally done.” (Y/n) said when she walked into her dining room, finding her significant other waiting for her.

“Welcome back to the world of the living, Gorgeous. I have your favorite snack and drink ready for you.” Blaytz responded as he beamed a smile at her, ecstatic to finally have (Y/n) all to himself again.

“Thank you so much, you're literally the best boyfriend ever.” (Y/n) graciously thanked Blaytz before she sat down, her stomach growling loudly as soon as she laid her eyes on the food waiting for her.

“Anything for you, (Y/n). I love you and I always want to be here for you. And now that you're finished, I want to make out later.” Blaytz responded with a grin, his feelers forming a heart above his head.

“That sounds amazing, it feels like it's been forever since we had any fun. I can hardly wait.” (Y/n) replied, blushing lightly before she turned her attention to the food and drink in front of her.

Blaytz was happy to provide a simple meal for his significant other, even if it wasn't exactly the healthiest thing to eat. He watched as she drank a third of the drink he'd gotten for her, knowing that she must have been hungrier and thirstier than he originally thought. (Y/n) felt refreshed after having a drink, but when she began eating she finally felt exactly how hungry she'd been. With the commission out of the way she could take a break from drawing and focus on doing cute coupley things with Blaytz, and they could do other things as well. Later that evening Blaytz had every intention of spoiling his girlfriend as much as possible, both in the bedroom and out; after all, she'd been really busy lately and he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.

[purplerubyred]

Ok, now I am REALLY hoping for the story of why the Galra look the way they do. Blaytz is being drawn to look more like Hepta now.

[kingalchemistalfor]

So when Coran was talking about the alliance he mentioned that “in some cases, [the cultures] had been warring for generations” the scene that showed was this:

We’ve got Blaytz and what seems to be another Nalquodian fighting Galra robots. So this points very obviously to Nalquod and Daibazaal being the ones warring for generations? 

Mostly I’m wondering how this worked with team dynamics, especially at first.In the scene where they seem to be agreeing on the alliance or whatever, Blaytz is standing the farthest from Zarkon.

Anyway, what I’m saying it I want to know how strained their relationship was at first, because I get the feeling it would be rather awkward to suddenly be best friends with the leader of the guys who you’ve been fighting for so long.

[goryghostieguts]

Blue Lips Blue Veins Blue, the color of our planet from far far away...

[mistbornhero]

For anon who asked for “gifs of the old paladins”

[more-lance-in-earrings]

Season 3 Episode 7, “The Legend Begins”

[1/7]

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[galraluver]

Hi! I’ve read your rules and there’s said that you don’t write major angst or fight scenes. Is it fine if I ask for a bit angsty to fluff scenario? (If no that’s totally fine, if you gonna write so here’s details)

Blaytz being forced to choose between his kingdom and his s/o and eventually giving up his crown because he loves his s/o so much? You can write mostly about their worries: him being put in such dilemma and his s/o having mixed feelings because she doesn’t want Blaytz to lose everything and take that risk althogh she will be missing him (if she has to be separated from him forever or be killed) I wonder why and who can put in dilemma like this I’m bad at world history lmao

Again if it’s too much or you don’t wanna write it it’s fine <3 In other way feel free with details I love your writings anyway :3

I can try my best, so I hope that this is what you were hoping for

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Ever since Blaytz was little he knew that he would become the king of Nalquod when he grew up, unfortunately much to his parents’ displeasure he had an adventurous nature and he never took much interest in learning the things he needed to know about becoming the king. There was so much to see and do throughout the universe and Blaytz wanted to see as much as he could, he often got caught daydreaming during class which pretty much always led to his private tutor yelling at him. During his teen years his flirtatious nature kicked in and he flirted with every cute guy and girl he crossed paths with, no matter what species the other person was. Blaytz knew that he was supposed to marry someone of nalquodi royalty, after his parents stepped down from the throne and his coronation happened it would only be a matter of time before he had an arranged marriage. Then he made friends with four other leaders of four other planets and became a paladin of Voltron; he'd been misunderstood growing up, but they were accepting of him.

It was during one of his paladin adventures when Blaytz got stuck on Earth for a while and met a young human woman around his age named (Y/n); at first (Y/n) helped him in any way she could, but it led to them falling in love with each other. Blaytz had never been serious about marrying anyone during his entire life, when he proposed to (Y/n) and she said yes he was the happiest man in the entire universe. (Y/n) finished up her business on Earth and said her goodbyes before she packed up all of her most important items so she could move in with Blaytz. Everything was going well until Blaytz introduced her to his parents; they didn't necessarily completely hate her, but they didn't approve of her becoming their son's wife, either. Blaytz refused to let anyone tear him and (Y/n) apart, even when the council gave him an ultimatum of either remaining the king and cutting things off with (Y/n) or marrying (Y/n) and forfeiting the crown.

Blaytz didn't necessarily not want to resign from being the king of Nalquod, but he certainly didn't want to lose (Y/n) forever; if they didn't break things off before the next double full moon then the council would separate them by any means necessary unless he resigned. He was conflicted of which to choose, his kingdom or (Y/n), although he was leaning towards choosing (Y/n) because she was the love of his life and if he chose to continue being the king then he would be forced to marry someone he didn't love. After she met Blaytz’ parents and the palace on Nalquod (Y/n) kind of felt like a burden and she knew they didn't want her around, she felt bad for causing so many problems after her arrival. The last thing she wanted was for her lover to lose everything all because of her; Blaytz had lived with her on Earth for nearly a year and over that time they'd fallen in love, unfortunately at the time neither of them considered what the consequences of their love would be. Living on Nalquod had been amazing and despite all the backlash, (Y/n) was surprised that Blaytz never once treated her as less than his equal.

Even before he became the king Blaytz had been treated differently simply because he was different, he preferred being the paladin of the blue lion and (Y/n's) fiance’ over being a king. Blaytz understood that if he chose to stay with (Y/n) then he would be banished from Nalquod; two days before the double full moon he made his final decision. It was nighttime and nearly everyone in the palace was sleeping in bed; (Y/n) felt anxious because Blaytz wanted to talk to her alone out in the garden, she feared that he was going to break things off with her or something. She didn't say a word as they walked through the massive palace and out into the garden, there were so many possibilities racing through her mind that she felt like she might get sick. Once they were outside Blaytz sat on a bench and she sat next to him, fully prepared to receive the worst news of her life.

“Please look at me, Gorgeous. I've made my final decision and it's only fair for you to know what it is.” Blaytz spoke with concern while he sat next to (Y/n), fidgeting with his hands nervously as he thought about what he was doing with his life; he would essentially lose nearly everything, but he refused to lose the one person he loved more than the universe itself, ultimately he was making the right decision.

“Why should I? I know that you regret our relationship, you don't have to pretend that you're still in love with me.” (Y/n) answered quietly as she stared down at her lap, nearly on the verge of tears because the thought of losing him tore her apart on the inside.

“I don't regret our relationship and I never will, I love whom I love and you're the person I love most. (Y/n), when I said that I would love you in this life and the next I meant it wholeheartedly. Why do you think that I don't love you anymore?” Blaytz responded firmly yet lovingly, questioning as to why she would think otherwise.

“Because your parents and the council are making you choose between your duty as the king and your relationship with me. I don't want you to have to make such a big decision just for my sake. I love you with all my heart and soul but it's wrong of me to ask you to decide between me and your kingdom. Your people need you more than I do.” (Y/n) said solemnly, turning her head so she could finally meet his gaze.

Blaytz wasn't sure how to respond; (Y/n) was ready to end things between them because she believed that he would be better off without her, even though she didn't want to lose him. He admired many things about her and her willingness to put herself last for the greater good was one of those qualities. (Y/n) took his silence as confirmation that he was going to break up with her; she looked back down at her lap as tears welled up in her eyes, some of them spilling down her cheeks. She didn't want to lose Blaytz, alas his parents and the council didn't give him the choice to remain the king and to have her by his side as his wife. When (Y/n) felt Blaytz’ pointer finger curl under her chin she allowed him to tilt her head up so she was looking at him, blinking a couple of times to attempt to stop herself from crying, unfortunately she couldn't.

“I've decided to resign from being king, you mean too much to me and I refuse to lose you forever. Because I'm choosing you I'll be banished, but Trigel offered to provide us with a place to live in the Dalterion Belt.” Blaytz finally said, speaking softly as he gazed into his girlfriend's eyes; only one full moon shone in the sky and the second one was nearly full, casting enough light for them to see each other.

“You don't have to do that for me. I'm just a random human woman who helped you when you came to my planet, I don't want you to lose your place on your homeworld.” (Y/n) argued; part of her wanted what he said to be true whilst another part told her that it was too good to be true, then was not the time for her to be delusional.

“Yes, I do. I intend to remain by your side forever even if it means giving up my role as the king. You know that I've always been different from the rest of my kind and that I would never not do what's right. We'll leave after I make my announcement tomorrow morning. I don't want to live without you, gorgeous.” Blaytz whispered wholeheartedly, eyes half-lidded just like hers.

(Y/n) had a hard time believing that Blaytz truly meant what he said, but she didn't want to doubt him because he definitely seemed serious enough for his promise to be true. Her heart skipped a beat when he leaned down enough to brush his lips against hers before he actually kissed her; they both closed their eyes when their lips finally met in a chaste kiss, gently embracing each other while the one full moon shone down on them. Blaytz planned on giving up the crown and all of his power so that he could forever be with (Y/n), doing so made him feel as though an empty void in his heart had finally been filled. (Y/n) and Blaytz reopened their eyes after kissing for a few minutes, both of them breathing a little heavily as they silently looked at each other. Even though there wasn't a place for them to be together on Nalquod, there would be a place for them to live somewhere in the Dalterion Belt where they wouldn't be judged.

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Before (Y/n) woke up Blaytz quietly packed all of their personal belongings and took them to Blue so that he wouldn't have to worry about it later; there wasn't a whole lot to pack up, just clothes, hygiene products and their other things that meant a lot to them. He and (Y/n) would have to leave before nighttime came because that was the night of the double full moon, the night when (Y/n) would be put to death if he didn't break things off with her. It was difficult for Blaytz to leave the only home he knew for his entire life, but to him (Y/n) was far more important to him than ruling over a planet. Blaytz woke his significant other up with breakfast in bed that morning, that way she wouldn't have to be around his parents who still disliked her. (Y/n) appreciated the breakfast in bed, although she noticed that all of her things along with most of his were gone, all that remained was a change of clothes for both of them along with some of her personal hygiene products.

When it was time for him to go tell the council and his parents his final decision she was concerned about him and what might happen, she feared that something bad might happen to both of them. Blaytz assured (Y/n) that he would be alright before he left his bedroom, giving her a passionate kiss that left her breathless. After he left the bedroom (Y/n) took the opportunity to get dressed and do the rest of her morning routine; she packed their remaining items, including their pajamas, so they could leave when he returned for her. Waiting for Blaytz to return was nerve-wracking to say the least, during his entire absence (Y/n) paced back and forth whilst imagining all the possible worst things that could potentially happen. Nearly two hours passed before Blaytz returned to his bedroom, only instead of his usual day clothes he was wearing his paladin armor and he held his bayard.

“Well, what happened?” (Y/n) inquired when she walked over to her fiance’, worried that the council decided to get rid of her.

“I resigned as the king, I'm free to spend the rest of my life with you. It's time for us to go now.” Blaytz answered with a shaky tone; he was shaken after how his parents and the council reacted to him giving up the crown, although it was for the greater good and before he returned to his bedroom he said his final goodbyes to the palace staff.

“Are you positive that this is what you want- that you want to stay with me?” (Y/n) questioned, wanting to make sure that he knew what he wanted.

“Yes, I'm positive. You mean more to me than anything in my life. You've accepted me the way a lot of other people haven't and you're really cute, too. Sometime after we get settled into our new place I would like to marry you, but first we have to leave.” Blaytz reassured her once again, just as he'd done several times before that day.

Tears welled up in (Y/n's) eyes as she looked up at Blaytz, but she wiped them away because they had to leave; she still felt guilty for him having to choose between her and his kingdom, although no matter how many times she questioned him his answer was always the same. Blaytz went to get the final bag before he led her out of his bedroom and down the hallway towards the elevator so they could leave the palace. On their way out (Y/n) bid farewell to some of the staff who had become fond of her, including one of the senior maids who had been around while Blaytz was growing up. She briefly remembered when Blaytz told her that when he was growing up he didn't really want to become the king, that his parents pressured him into taking on such an important role as their only child, and his want to live a normal life was what he'd longed for. It wasn't long before Blaytz sat in Blue's pilot seat while (Y/n) sat on his lap; the initial liftoff felt a little bumpy and so did leaving the planet's atmosphere, thankfully the ride got smoother once they were in space.

“What do we do now?” (Y/n) asked Blaytz after what felt like forever; neither of them had said a thing since they left Nalquod, so hearing her own voice break the silence startled her a little.

“We're going to meet up with Trigel so that she can show us our new home. Don't worry, Gorgeous, our lives are going to be amazing from now on.” Blaytz said with a grin, even though he felt a little sad that he was essentially banished from his homeworld; he never regretted the decision he made, though, because having a true love was better than being a king who would be wed to someone he didn't love.

(Y/n) sighed and leaned her head against his chest, feeling less stressed as she listened to the sound of his heartbeat. A lot had happened during the past few weeks and she needed more time to process it all, although during that moment she just wanted to remain cuddled up to her significant other. Blaytz put Blue on autopilot so he could wrap his arms around (Y/n); they were both a little stressed after what happened and a moment of peace was exactly what they needed. He was relieved that he wouldn't have to hide who he truly was anymore, it felt as though a weight had finally been lifted off of him after carrying it around for a good majority of his life. Until they reached the Dalterion Belt (Y/n) and Blaytz began discussing certain simple aspects about their future that they wanted, they would figure out the rest after they got settled into their new home.

[lyxanislive]

PLANS AND PERMITS!

a totally not fake marriage shallura au on AO3 or under the cut if you prefer!

If Shiro wants to work on the Citadel after graduation he's going to have to apply for a work Visa. Luckily his best friend and roommate Allura comes up with the best/worst plan that will solve all their problems. Marriage.

(In Memory of Socks)

Allura groaned as she slumped through the door, making Shiro glance up from his desk to smile at his exhausted roommate. She dropped her bag and flumped onto her single bed on the other side of the room without even removing her shoes.

"How'd the paper go?" Shiro asked brightly.

Allura mumbled into her pillow, shaking her head.

"That bad, huh?"

She lifted herself up and started to take her boots off. "Well it's done, it's submitted. All I can do is pray the old crone takes pity on me and gives me a passing grade. Or gets too sick to grade me and gives the whole class passing marks."

"Allura, I'm sure it's fine. You're better than you think you are." Shiro smirked. "Besides, you followed my essay writing tips - so obviously you'll do great."

"Ha Ha." She faked a laugh, curling up into a seated position, leaned against the wall. Shiro’s desk was covered in paperwork, which wasn't out of the ordinary, except she thought his last final was today. "What are you working on?"

"Oh. Just a visa." Shiro turned back briefly to glance down at his own work. "Thought I'd try to get it in before next semester starts."

"A visa?" She repeated the unfamiliar word. Shiro had a lot of slang and colloquialisms that she often questioned, and Shiro always patiently explained them. This was no different as he spun around in his chair and began what she liked to call 'Professor Mode'. He had once explained that he instructed cadets on flying simulations on his home planet, and she liked to imagine the tone and demeanour change was just a call back to that.

"A visa is like a permit. I have a visa that permits me to be here on the Citadel taking classes for the three and a half decaphebes it'll take me to complete my courses. But once I'm done, I'll only have a grace period of a pheob to sort out everything before it becomes illegal for me to stay here and I have to return to Earth." He gestured as he talked, keeping her captivated in what probably would have been a boring lecture had he not been the one to give it. "So I am applying for an extension on the assumption that I will have skills that will be valuable to the Citadel once I graduate. I have to send it in early because these things take a lot of time, so if I send in now, by the end of next semester it may be processed and if I'm lucky, I may be able to stay here."

Allura wrinkled her nose, it made sense; but on the other hand, it really didn't. She had travelled all over the galaxy and never had to worry about permits or going back to her home planet. Maybe Earth was like that, but if they were strict, why send him up in the first place?

"Why don't I have a permit?"

Professor Shiro didn't disappoint, pulling out a data pad and expanding it so he could show her the screen.

"You, Allura, are not only a princess who none of this applies to, but also an Altean. Altea is one of the core members of the coalition. Along with Dibazall, Olkarion, Puig, the Dalteron Belt, Nalquod, Rygnirath, and for some reason I'll never understand, Tahjeer. These core members by birthright have access to coalition planets and the Citadel. No permits needed. However Earth is a 'coalition protected planet' - we are granted protection by Voltron, and get a few other perks but we have no voice on the coalition council. And so here I am, applying to the coalition to ask that they don't kick me back to my own planet so fast that a teledov would seem like a leisurely stroll."

"I could put in a good word for you!" Allura suggested. She had connections in the counsel already, not just as princess but as one of the top students in her Galactic Diplomacy class. Someone she knew would probably know the right person to regale stories of Shiro's academic successes and could help in whatever approval he would need.

"That's not how it works." He gave a gentle smile as he shook his head. "Everyone gets their fair shot, and the only advantages are if some employer on the Citadel puts an application through for me, or If I married a core race."

"Marriage?"

"Union. Sorry. So imagine it like this." He started drawing on the tablet three stick people, one with pointed ears and lines on its face, a short one with swirly horns, and then one surprisingly featureless. "If a human joins an Arusian, both of which are Voltron protected, they have priority if trying to get permission to live on either Arus or Earth. But if they both move to the Citadel they get no bonuses, they're in line with everyone else. But if a human was in union with an Altean, that human would get priority applying to any of the core planets or Citadel." He was drawing lines and circles as he spoke, making the words have visual representation. "Of course it doesn't guarantee you'll be allowed in, there's still checks and interviews, but they're not in the business of splitting up families."

Allura hummed, considering. "But you're a top student, an ace pilot, with a great personality, there's nothing they could find disagreeable about you!" She listed off the bare minimum of Shiro's good qualities. The hundreds of others, she would secretly keep to herself.

"I'm from a backwater planet with no real unique skills." He shrugged, putting his tablet back on his desk. He stretched his arms up and she heard a few bones pop. "I'm headed to Ulaz's tonight for drinks - you wanna join?" He grinned at her, she scoffed in response.

"And drink copious amounts of Vyet in a tiny apartment, while your weird human biology just avoids the wretched hangover the rest of us will have? No thank you. I'm going to stay in, relax with some of that Bishish Tee Vees, and not think about class."

"Still can't believe I got you hooked on weird British shows." Shiro chucked, he selected a new shirt to wear, and Allura acted as if she didn't ogle him as he changed. "Okay. If you need anything though just message me, okay? Even if it's just a translation." She nodded in response as he gave his goodbyes and left for the night.

Allura took advantage of the privacy of an empty dorm room to dance around to her favourite songs while folding some of her laundry and clean up her side. Shiro's side was almost always immaculate, and she would feel bad when her mess spread, but without a word Shiro would tidy her side a bit. Once done, She snuck down to the store to buy a bit of her favourite junk food, and maybe just one of Shiro's favourites as a reward and returned to the solitude of her room.

She placed the candy for Shiro on his desk, pausing as she spotted the permit paperwork. She couldn't read his native language, but the format looked tedious. He had barely filled in any of it, but a quick glance to his trash can told her this wasn't his first attempt. She sighed, wishing she could ease some of his stress. He deserved to stay on the Citadel after he graduated, she knew how talented he was and it made her stomach hurt just thinking about him having to go back to Earth.

She flumped back onto her bed, pulling out her communicator, and just for fun, sending Shiro a little icon of weblum in a hat. Just something to let him know she was thinking of him. She didn't have to wait long for a reply in the form of an icon of Voltron doing a ridiculous pose based off an old joke, with the word 'NICE!' on it.

Her stomach flopped slightly. They'd been pretty much best friends since she met him at the office on the 2nd day of classes two Decaphebes ago. She closed her eyes, trying her best to remember.

~ She saw an almost Altean in a panic, pleading with the assistant behind the office desk. And like her father she never learned to just keep to herself when there was a problem. So she walked up, and without introducing herself she inserted herself into the conversation.

"Is everything okay?" She asked.

The man sighed, a bunch of papers in his hand, a tablet open and face up on the counter. "I'm all registered, and have my doctor's note - but "

"But I'm sorry Shirogane, there is no more spots available. You'll have to stay in the overflow hostel until a dorm room is open. You should have been here yesterday so your room wasn't reassigned." The assistant tapped away at their own screen.

"I told you, I have all the doctor's info. I was in a cryorepenisher on an experimental basis." The one called Shirogane hung his head.

Allura had a dorm to herself. She was a princess and that came with certain privileges. There was still two beds, two desks, two of everything. But she was alone. What kind of princess leaves people in need? If you are given good fortune by either the Ancients or your own merit then you should share that fortune with others.

"Room Delta 67 Naris. There's a free space, put him there." Allura said sharply, grabbing the assistants attention, who nodded and typed away.

"What do you mean?" Shirogane started, but the assistant interrupted.

"Are you sure Princess Allura Dia Altea?"

"Yes." Allura smiled to Shirogane. "Pleasure to meet you! I'm your new roommate."

-

And here they were, about to enter their final semester still as roommates. She paused. When she was done with her classes she intended to stay and work under someone in the coalition council until she could ascend to the throne and either be on the council, or follow in her father's footsteps and be on the frontlines of Voltron operations. The thought of not having Shiro as her roommate hit her. They worked well together. They took care of each other. It was nice to always have someone in your corner. If the permit allowed him to stay on the Citadel, they would maybe continue being roommates. Continue to assist each other in their hectic young adult life. But what if he couldn't stay? What if some idiot wrapped up in red tape only saw the human and not the individual. What if they denied Shiro based on what he was and not who he was.

Her communicator pinged and without even reading who it was from opened the attached image.

'Miss me yet?' was scrawled over purple abs in a low lit room. She hissed and tossed her phone towards Shiro's bed. Lotor. Great. This again.

She was a little sick of having to play nice with him for 'Diplomacy Sake' while he vainly attempted to court her. She wasn't interested. They had one semi-decent date once in her first semester. Now despite her attempts to avoid him, even going as far as to claim Shiro was her boyfriend, he was constantly contacting her.

Nope. She was not having this today.

She crawled over to Shiro's bed, pulling his old laptop out from under his bed, entirely neglecting her phone. She was going to sit on her bed, watch bishish tee vees, eat yummy snacks and not think about anything.

But about two episode into some sort of food making show, a few nagging thoughts wouldn't leave her alone. One - Lotor's continued courtship Two - Shiro's permit And Three - how she could solve both.

She closed the laptop and bit her lip, there was an uncomfortable simple solution.

Her and Shiro in union.

It was almost childish to think simply being joined would make everyone live happily ever after, but in this case she couldn't deny it. Shiro would get a permit, and Lotor would have to stop his advances without some sort of diplomatic incident.

But would she want to join Shiro? Of course. He was smart, funny, dependable, charming, kind, and if it wasn't for his ears she would gladly tote him as the most attractive individual in the galaxy. She could live with the ears. He was her best friend - and what was a union if not roommates but more intimate.

She blushed. Hand holding? Kissing? More? She could handle doing that with Shiro. If he asked she would right now. But that was another issue. He had never asked. He'd never shown interest in her outside of their friendship.

She pouted, it was a good solution but in the end they would have to be joined. A union that was supposed to be for all time.

But splits happened. Sometimes the one you joined wasn't your true match. Sometimes there were 3 or more joined in the union. It wasn't a "be all, end all'' thing.

PERFECT!

There was nothing wrong with two friends joining in union to assist each other in their needs, then simply breaking the union at a later time when it was no longer required!

Join in union with your best friend, break up as friends! There would be no mess or fuss if they went into the union knowing the eventual outcome. There had been unions in the royal line based on less!

She snuggled back under the blankets to enjoy more of her Bishish Tee Vees with happy little thoughts of her and Shiro together, until eventually deep in the night, sleep claimed her.

-

She woke up to the smell of Torasll, the incredibly popular energy inducing drink that was hard to get and harder to resist. Her eyes cracked open slightly, seeing a big cup on her nightstand with sharp lines written on it in the shape that she had come to understand was her name in Human. She yawned, stretched and sat upright to greedily take the cup of Torasll. It was still warm, and it's rich flavor filled her mouth which she happily hummed, ignoring the soft burn.

Shiro had turned from his desk at the sound of her and was smiling gently. He must have been up extremely early to get in line to get them this. If you weren't at the cafeteria when it opened before the 5th Varga of the first quint, you were unlikely to get a little cup of paradise.

"Thank you, Shiro." She said, after finally bringing the cup away from her face. It was still warm, she didn't dare look at the time.

"No problem Allura, I - uh - I charged your communicator for you. It was on my bed." He trailed off on the last part, sheepishly looking down.

She blinked at him, confused, until he passed it back to her, the last message from Lotor clear on the screen. Several unread messages from him were in her alerts. She placed it face down beside her, and a single thought went through her mind. 'They could both solve their problems.'

Instead of voicing this, she instead took another sip from her Torasll and asked.

"Shiro, would you like to join me for brunch?"

He nodded and his smile lit up his face. "With you? Of course, anytime."

---

"Since I skipped workout to get us Torasll anyway, why not have a cheat day." Shiro typed on the screen before passing it to Allura. A delicious pastry covered in fruits and syrups, with sides of more sweet pastries - far from Shiro's usual pallet. Allura hummed to herself before picking her own meal, a comfort food from Altea. Shiro watched over her as she selected and hit the send order button.

"Uh oh." He smirked. "Wanna talk about it?"

"What do you mean?" She was genuinely confused, but Shiro just kept grinning.

"You ordered Jellica & Erio Moss." He pointed to the screen, showing her selection and the wait time for delivery to their table. "When you have something on your mind you sit there and eat the Jellica in one shot in these little nibbles. It reminds me of an animal called rabbits from Earth. Just the tiniest little bites. It's pretty adorable."

Allura blushed, turning her face away from Shiro. It was that moment she realised how much he paid attention to her. He had been such an integral part of her life and before she could talk herself out of it, she started to speak.

"Shiro, what do you plan to do if you stay on the Citadel?"

He hummed, considering her for a moment, as if he was trying to figure out where her questions were going to lead. He eventually relented.

"A pilot for someone hopefully. Probably just grunt work for one of the distribution centres. They're most likely to take some backwater alien with a decent piloting record." A glass of some sort of juice was placed in front of Shiro, while a large whipped drink covered in pink sprinkles was given to Allura. He raised his eyebrows as he took a sip of his own, and that was all the comment she needed to playfully huff at him. "If I'm lucky, I can maybe score a job with the coalition. They're always looking for reliable pilots to do odd jobs, or take dignitaries to planets."

She slowly sipped on her drink that was more like a dessert than a drink. She knew he loved exploring. He loved learning about other planets, about other people, about other cultures. She leaned on her palm, staring at him. She was plotting - well more imagining - a future - or more like a life with Shiro.

"What if GAC wasn't a need. What would you do if you could do whatever you wanted?"

"I uh - hmm If money wasn't a thing?" Their food was brought next, before Shiro could answer, the server gently placing the food between them. After settling and taking the first few bite of their meal, a comfortable silence fell between them. Allura wasn’t in a rush for Shiro’s answer, and she knew Shiro wouldn’t forget. They ate, just enjoying each other's presence as they had done many times before. Shiro suddenly laughed, grinning at Allura . “You’re doing it now.” he pointed to her face.

Allura has a stick of jellica in her hands, slowly nibbling away at it. Shiro grinned, raising his eyebrows and she frowned at him. “Just like a rabbit.” She put the jellica down and huffed.

“I am not an earth Animal.” She protested.

“I know, it’s just cute.” He took another bite, ignoring the blush that consumed her face. “So this thing you’re thinking about. Does it have something to do with what I would do if I didn’t need to worry about GAC?” She nodded. “Wanna enlighten me? It can’t be any worse than that idea to get Lotor banished just so he would stop hitting on you.”

Allura used a spork to push the moss around her plate. “You first.” she mumbled. “I need to know your answer first.”

Shiro chuckled, leaning his head back for a moment to think. “Anything I want, huh. Well, I’d pilot for a start. Travel wherever. I guess I would want to take others with me - like taking underprivileged kids to places they'd never seen. Education events and the like - I wouldn’t mind learning as much as I can.” He shrugged. “It’s a weird question, but I’d make myself useful.”

“Hmm” she hummed thoughtfully, as she absentmindedly picked up the jellica to nibble on it again. The cogs in her mind whirling. For his part, Shiro waited patiently for her to think, smiling at her every time he caught her eye.

“Shiro.” Allura finally pushed her plate to the side, leaning on her elbows. Once his attention was fully on her she grinned wildly. Her mind made up. A plan already formed.

“Shiro, let's join in union.”

Shiro’s face blossomed red, his jaw falling slack. “Ah-al-Allura.” He sputtered. She blinked at him, innocently. “Thats - “ He looked around nervously for a moment. “That’s an Altean wedding. With you!” He looked down at his hands as they fidgeted for a moment.

Her face fell, perhaps this was a silly idea after all. They were friends, for Ancient’s sake - and here she was acting like his feelings didn’t matter. Of course Shiro wouldn’t want a union, even if there were benefits for him because hearts didn’t work like that. She tried to pretend it didn’t hurt, but she knew it showed on her face. Shiro glanced up at her shyly, only for his eyes to widen as he frantically reached across the table for her hands. She knew her eyes were watering but she forced a smile. Shiro gripped her hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles.

“Hey. Lura. I -’ He gulped and started again. “It’s just - Like we,” He shook his head. “Can we talk about this, somewhere more private?”

“Of course.” Her voice had gone into her diplomatic pitch, as she pulled her hands from his. Shiro tried to grab her back, but she was already getting out of her seat.

“Allura - “ He started, following after her. “It’s not that I don’t want to.” She stopped her stride, glancing over her shoulder at him. “I just - “ his words were failing him. “Just - I couldn’t - you’re so -” he gave a huff of a laugh. “Why me?”

She turned, reaching her hand out to him, and Shiro gladly took it.

“Let’s go home and talk, Shiro.”

He nodded, giving her hand a soft squeeze and let her lead him out of the restaurant.

—

Allura wasn’t a fan of these so called ‘Pro/Con Lists’ but Shiro had insisted. If this was a real thing, if this was an option, he wanted to be sure he had thought of every outcome. He wanted to set up his hopes and fears and have Allura talk him through each one. He paced up and down the pathway between their sides of the room, frantically writing on his tablet. His words flashed in their native language for a couple of ticks, before translating into Altean on her tablet. Allura frowned as his con list continued to grow while the pro list still only had three items.

“Are you done?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Almost.” he muttered back.

She patted on the bed beside her, a gesture to get him to join her. He wrote a few more things before relenting and scooching up onto the bed beside her. Their shoulders touched as she leaned into him, the tablet on her lap. Shiro sighed, holding his tablet out in front of them.

“I think this is the majority. Or at least the biggest ones. There’s probably more.”

Allura looked over their shared list, as his words had translated over.

“Shall we go through it together?” She offered.

“Yeah. We can.”

She selected the pros list first, already feeling a blush as she read the first line.

-Being married to Allura

“Well it seems we’ll both be happy with the choice at least.” Her face heated up, and Shiro gave her a gentle nudge.

“You said it best, Lura. We’re already roommates - the new aspect would be, you know… the dating part."

Allura nodded. "Do you want to date me Shiro?"

He looked away quickly, tapping his fingers on his tablet and trying to look anywhere but at her. "Won't deny I thought about it. But you know. I have half the campus as competition." His head thumped against the wall. "Marriage wasn't necessarily in my mind but -" He took one hand off his tablet and placed it on hers, finally looking back into her eyes. "I think it would be nice to take you out, maybe even kiss."

She leaned forward quickly, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth for just a tick before pulling away. His face quickly changed colour, but he grins at her in an odd sense of wonder. He starts to lean in to actually kiss her, when she stops him with a finger to his lips.

"Okay, we'll explore that in a bit. We aren't even done with the first list."

"You're right." Shiro leans back. "Let's go."

-Extending my Visa

"Obviously, no comment there." Shiro shrugged and moved onto the next one.

-Save Allura from Lotor

"Save me?" She giggled.

"Should I have written 'protect?'"

"Hmm. Maybe. Also you forgot the other way this helps me." She started typing on her tablet into the list. "I cannot serve on a coalition or Altean counsel until I have ascended, which normally wouldn't happen until my father passed the crown onto me. However! Marriage would circumvent that, and I could move into a role as soon as I graduate." She finished brightly.

"Really?" Shiro cocked his head and Allura nodded, finishing her note.

"It's a rule put in place in case of royal siblings, rarely used but still incredibly valid."

"Wow. Okay. Bonus."

"Now, onto your so-called 'con' list." She frowned, opening the second part of the document.

"I assure you, they're all very valid." She rolled her eyes at his remark but continued anyway.

-King Alfor

"What!?!?" She snapped, her eyes wide.

"He's the king of Altea, Allura! Not to mention he can use the red lion to blast me out of existence!"

"Voltron is a symbol of Peace!"

"And also the greatest weapon the galaxy has ever known, Allura. You are his only daughter and I have met enough Dads to know how this goes!"

"Enlighten me then." She crossed her arms.

"Okay, well I MAY have only dated a son but still. Adam's dad was super protective! He hated me for having the audacity to even breathe near his son! And do you really think secretly speed marrying me is going to make your Dad like me?"

"I -" Allura started but did not finish. She knew her dad was a tad protective, especially since they lost her mother. But she didn't even consider her father not liking Shiro even being an issue. She defiantly crossed it off the list. "I know he'll like you."

"Not very convincing." Shiro muttered, writing it back onto the list. Allura huffed.

"Moving On!"

-I don't have GAC

"You never have GAC…"

"Allura! I'd need to support us, and weddings and families cost money. Not to mention royal weddings are probably WAY more expensive! I can't just be some little - sugar baby!" He winned.

She tsked.

"The rest of the universe is not as economically focused as humans. You needn't fret about finances or services. Your goal, as a spouse of an Altean royal would be to be a servant to the coalition however you see fit." He groaned, but she did not stop. "Even something as simple as taking underprivileged children to the blue moons of York to watch the bone fall is considered a service. I truly think you're putting too much pressure on yourself."

"Maybe! I mean Allura you're a freaking space princess and I'm a pilot from dirt! How is this, in any way, proper?" He almost wailed.

"Because I care for you." She smiled.

He let out a huff, trying to smile back.

"Lets just keep going."

          -Being King? of Altea? Altean royalty as a human? ???

The annoyance that Allura had been feeling melted away, placing her hand onto Shiro's leg.

"May I tell you a story?" She asked gently. Shiro nodded, so Allura continued. "My great grandmother was a Brighton. A beautiful species with large wings and glowing purple eyes. As Queen Consort, she set up the most incredible art gallery. Bringing in artists from across the galaxy to display their works and sell them. It is in the west capital, and to this day many travel to see every new exhibit." Shiro was blinking at her in confusion, so Allura sighed. "I'm saying their have been non Altean royalty before. The whole reason I am a pure Altean is because Queen Fala and Royal Regent Aquillis adopted my great great grandfather."

"I never knew that."

"You'll have to learn if you're to be Prince Regent." She leaned her head on his shoulder as she crossed off the entry.

"Do you think I'm even worthy?" His voice was just above a whisper. She snuggled into him more.

"You're kind. You're selfless. You're strong, but not intimidating. I think Altea would be incredibly lucky to have someone like you." She listened to his shaky breath out. "I would be incredibly lucky to have someone like you."

"Allura." She pushed the tablet from his hand, the several other points disregarded.

"We're both a long way from ruling. But I think it'll be better if we learn together."

Shiro pressed his lips to her head.

"Yeah."

A moment passed, still and gentle. Allura was positive she was making the right choice.

"Let's forget this list for now, Shiro. Perhaps we should practice kissing - my soon to be partner." She batted her eyelashes in what she hoped was seductive. Shiro laughed, moving on the bed so he could face her.

"On earth you would say Fiancé." He gave her nose a gentle boop before moving in closer, his lips just above hers.

"Fiancé." She repeated before closing the kiss. It was soft and gentle, and Shiro had to fight the urge to deepen it too suddenly.

When she pulled back he grinned at her.

"I think we need more practice kissing."

"Was it that bad?" She frowned, a slight blush creeping on her cheeks.

"It was great, perfect maybe. But I want to practice kissing you for the rest of my life."

She quickly leaned back into him, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull them together to kiss again. Deeper this time, more open, more explorative.

And so they practiced. And practiced. And practiced all into the night.