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in this city’s barren cold i still remember the first fall of snow, and how it glistened as it fell, i remember it all too well
#voltron#song: all too well ten minute version by taylor swift#voltron legendary defender#voltron fanart#vld#vld fanart#adashi fanart#adashi voltron#adashi#adashi art#also i love adashi the world needs more adashi#takashi shirogane#adam voltron#adam voltron art#adam vld#adam voltron deserved better#shadam art#shadam voltron#adashi angst#adam voltron angst#shiro voltron angst#shiro voltron#prekerberos#moth draws
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Keith wakes up with terror turning to ice in his veins and his brother’s name clawing its way out of his throat.
He takes a moment, chest heaving, to orient himself. The details of the dream quickly fade, dark caves and towering footsteps, leaving only an impression of fear and the memory of Shiro, falling, crying out for Keith to save him, and Keith being just too late. He peels the sweat-soaked sheets off himself in disgust, tossing them haphazardly on the ground in front of him. Grunting, he forces himself upright, placing his feet on the cold tile floor of his bedroom to force himself fully awake. Sunlight streams through his window, assaulting his bleary eyes, making him grumble as he walks over to the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for the day.
Not unusually, his nightmares have woken him hours before he really needs to be awake. He only has one afternoon class, today, and it's frustrating to have one of his few mornings off spoiled so early. As he spits frothy toothpaste into the sink, he tries to rework the whole situation in his mind. Waking up too early sucks, but with the extra time this morning, he’ll have time to wash his sheets. That’s a net neutral, at least.
It doesn’t take him too long to gather up a load of linens and clothes, tossing them into the machine, sipping a coffee as the old thing chugs on. He hangs them to dry once the cycle is over, tossing some overdue marking into his messenger bag and scarfing down a bagel before hopping onto his bike.
His bicycle, that is. He would never take his precious bike to class. The one and only time he had, it had been vandalised by angry students. Never again.
The ride to the school is uneventful, normal, boring. Even the asshole drivers who refuse to give him space on the road, coming within inches of crushing him, are par for the course. He wonders if he looks particularly dead-eyed, or if that’s just how he feels.
“Hey, Pidge,” he says to his lab assistant, nodding at her as he walks into their lab. She shouldn’t even be his lab assistant, really. She’s more brilliant than he’ll ever be, and it’s insulting that she has to answer to him. But she’s only twenty, and whip smart as she is, their field is ripe with rich old white guys who smile condescendingly at her and call her sweetheart. No one will give her a tenured position. So while not ideal, their situation is the best both of them can come up with: Pidge gets total freedom in his lab, any resource that she wants and he can get his hands on, and he’ll publish any finding she discovers with her name as a second on the paper. That way she’ll be credited with dozens of peer-reviewed papers before she even has her doctorate, and once she’s finally got a lab of her own and every intellectual around the globe is interviewing her, she can tell them all where to stuff it and get all the credit she deserves.
“Bad news, Kogane,” Pidge says, glancing up at him with a furrowed brow.
Keith grimaces. If Pidge is looking up from her computer screen, then he’s fucked.
“Is the building on fire?” he says hopefully. That’s a slightly less miserable conclusion than the one he knows is happening.
She huffs sadly, shaking her head. “Nah, check the douchebag waiting in your office.”
Sighing, Keith does. James Griffin, head of the geography department and the resident jackass who’s been trying to shut Keith down for years.
“Keith!” he cries, grinning at him like they’re friends.
Keith doesn’t even pretend to smile at him, staring at him blankly.
“Good to see you, pal,” James continues, either oblivious or uncaring. “Thought I’d drop by and personally deliver the news. I’m getting a new office!”
The absurdity of the sentence makes Keith blink, looking at James in confusion. “Pardon?”
James ignores him, pulling out a tape measure and holding it against the cabinets and counters, barely even making any real effort to measure anything. Keith finally starts to notice the smugness to his department head’s grin, and something like dread builds in his stomach.
“See, progressive volcanology just isn’t what it used to be. Ten years ago it was breakthrough science, today it’s an ancient relic of the past.” He snaps the tape measure closed, turning back to face Keith. He no longer makes any effort to hide his smirk, placing a falsely pitying hand on Keith’s shoulder. Keith shrugs it off immediately. “They’re shuttin’ ya down, bud. I’m taking the space. I’m sure you myriad of adoring students will be devastated, but budget cuts are budget cuts, and this is a decision the department has to make. For the good of the university, you understand.”
Keith knows that pleading is useless. In all likelihood, this decision was made months ago, and he’s only hearing about it now because it’s been finalised. No way would James be so confident otherwise.
But there’s nothing he can do to stop himself from trying.
“You can’t shut us down,” he pleads, throat unfathomably dry. “We’re – we’re on the verge of a breakthrough, James, I can feel it, shutting us down would be spitting in the face of progress –”
“How many of your sensors are even still active?” James interrupts. “One? Two?”
He sounds so smug that Keith can’t bear it. “Three!”
“Right,” James says, snorting. “Three whole sensors.” He turns away, patting one of the overhanging shelves of the wall, crowded from front to back with dozens and dozens of rock samples slowly collecting dust. “It’s not worth the money it takes to keep them going.”
“You can’t do this,” Keith begs, voice quiet and small. He hates himself for his weakness in front of James, of all people in the world, but his hands shake and his blood rushes in his ears and the only thought running through his mind is save the lab save the lab save the lab. “It’s all I have left. Of him.”
To James’ credit, that gives him pause. He’s an asshole, but he’s not a monster.
“It’s been ten years, man,” he says softly. “The lab isn’t going to bring him back.”
Keith says nothing. He stares at him, eyes hard, hatred and pain alike building up in them and spilling over.
Shiro’s sensors. Shiro’s work. Shiro, all over the lab, in every way, the only pieces Keith has of him that are still going, that are not stagnant, and James is taking them away. Whether or not it’s James’ fault directly is irrelevant – Keith hates him for any role he plays.
“I’m sorry, Keith,” James says, and he almost sounds sincere before disappearing out of the lab and down the hall.
Keith sits down heavily in his – in Shiro’s – rickety old office chair as he goes, elbows on the crowded desk, fingers clenched in his hair. Pidge puts a gentle and awkward hand on his shoulder.
It doesn’t matter.
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His classes pass in a blur. None of his students even pretend to pay attention, but that’s not unusual. He can’t remember the last time someone came into his classroom and gave even one eighth of a shit. Hell, the last person in his class to care might have been Pidge.
By the end of the day, he’s exhausted. He dreads the bike ride home, knowing it will take more energy than he has, but he tries to convince himself that the fresh air might make him feel less like the world is collapsing in on itself.
He fails.
By the time he stumbles through the door, late afternoon light spilling over his messy coffee table, he feels like a used battery from 1996. He slides the scattered change he’d found on the road today into one of his near-filled collection bottles and collapses on the couch, face-first, groaning as loud as he can into a scratchy pillow. He blindly flails one arm around until it hits the beeping answering machine, letting it play its onslaught of messages, preparing to delete whatever spam calls have made it through while he was gone.
“Keith, hey. It’s Adam. Just calling to remind you that today’s the day! We just left, we’ll be there around quarter to six? Hopefully. See you soon.”
With a gasp, Keith yanks himself upright with so much force he nearly throws himself off the couch.
Adam.
Adam!
The next message plays automatically. “Hey, got your answering machine again. Getting a little worried. We’re halfway there, and we can’t wait to see you. Right, kiddo?”
A much younger voice mutters something unintelligible, but the tone makes their enthusiasm – or lack thereof – abundantly clear.
Keith sweeps a bunch of junk off his coffee table, frantically searching for his calendar. He finds it under a stack of half-finished books, praying to himself that what he’s hearing is wrong somehow, and today is not the day he thinks it is.
In bold red ben, in the tiny square of the 28th of June, is his niece’s name written in capital letters and underlined no less than five times.
“Hana,” he breathes, and looks in horror at his watch just as the answering machine beeps and plays the newest message.
“Alright, well, we’re ten minutes away, so I hope everything’s okay. Please be ready.”
“Fuck!” Keith shouts, jumping up off the couch and catapulting into action. He can’t believe he forgot! It’s so easy for all the days to blur together, for dates to lose meaning, when everything is so mundane. He’s been thinking that Hana’s visit is ‘months away’ for half a year now, completely forgetting that time is, in fact, linear.
Adam is going to kill him. And worst of all, he is going to be justified.
He starts scooping random shit off end tables and random surfaces, sticking it wherever there’s space. Adam is a neat freak, always has been, and if he looks through that front door and sees the mess he is about to leave his only daughter in for ten whole days he is going to take it out on Keith’s hide. Keith shoves a random stack of cereal bowls into a drawer, stuffs a cabinet full of old newspapers, kicks a pile of discarded sweaters into a corner and throws a blanket over them. His answering machine beeps again, and he whips his head to his clock, watching in horror as the big hand ticks to the 9 – it’s five forty-five on the dot.
“Hope you’re home, Keith, because we’re pulling up to your place.”
A silver car slows to a stop across the street.
“Fuck!”
Keith increases his half-assed cleaning tenfold. He dumps every dish he sees into the sink, hacks up a lung from trying to blow away the accumulated dust, glances in the fridge to see what expired food he needs to toss. Is Adam going to search through his fridge? Probably not.
But there’s a chance.
He sees his brother-in-law approach the front door as he’s holding a stack of greasy car parts and freezes, slowly backing away as the man turns and makes a face at the car. Keith hears the doorbell ring but ignores it, figuring he has about three more rings to panic-clean before Adam gets fed up and picks the lock. He rushes to his bedroom, grabbing the truly gigantic quilt Pidge’s brother had made him, and throws it over his couch, coffee table, and armchair in a half-assed attempt to make the room look less like Keith has not cleaned in several weeks.
It does not work.
The doorbell rings for a third time, followed by rapid knocking.
“Keith? You home?”
Keith takes a deep breath, forcing a smile on his face.
Fine. This is going to be fine.
“Hey, Adam!” he greets, opening the door. Adam glances behind him, taking in the mess, so Keith quickly closes the door as much as he can without squishing himself.
Unfortunately, Adam has always been quick. He raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “You forgot, didn’t you.”
“Forget?” Keith laughs nervously. “Of course I didn’t – I didn’t forget! Been looking forward to this for weeks, counting down the days, just been prepping like you would not believe –”
Adam takes off his glasses, cleaning them slowly while making direct eye contact.
Keith sighs.
“Yeah, I forgot.”
“Come on, Keith,” Adam sighs, sliding his glasses back up his nose. “We planned this months ago. Ten days. That’s all I ask. She’s your niece.”
“Just because I forgot doesn’t mean I wasn’t looking forward to it!” Keith says defensively. “I haven’t seen her since she was what, nine?”
“Seven,” Adam corrects flatly.
Keith winces. “Right. Seven.” He follows his brother-in-law to his car, forcing himself not to drag his feet. He is excited. He is. He loves his niece, and besides, it’s only ten days. What can happen in ten days?
“Hana,” Adam says, knocking on the roof of the car. “Say hi to your uncle.”
“Hi to your uncle,” deadpans a young girl, pulling her beanie further down over her eyes and sinking into her seat. Adam sighs, heading to the trunk to dig out some bags, and Keith has to bite his cheek to keep from laughing. He probably shouldn’t laugh when teenagers are being little shits, but that was kind of funny.
“Hey, kid,” Keith says, in the same semi-awkward tone he used to talk to Pidge in until she started decking him every time he did. He inclines his head at the device in her hands. “Whatcha got there? One of those ePod thingies?”
The look she gives him is so dry and judgemental that Keith almost feels the need to both apologise and pull out a fiver to pay for the stupidity of his sentence, which is honestly an insanely powerful look for a thirteen year old to pull off.
Only Adam’s kid, honestly.
“It’s a PSP,” she says, like that’s the most obvious thing in the world and Keith is a dunce for not knowing. “And ePods aren’t a thing. The word you’re looking for is iPod.”
Lordie, this is going to be a tough ten days. Keith should have researched how to make teenagers like him.
Well. Maybe not. That would probably get him on a list somewhere.
“It’s good to see you, Hana,” Keith says, switching gears. He smiles slightly, and it's genuine, because he really is glad to see her. “You wanna head inside? Door’s open, I’ll meet you in a few.”
“Come see me first, baby,” Adam calls.
Hana huffs and walks over to see her dad. He hands her a duffel bag, which she shrugs over her shoulder, and then cups her face tightly, leaning down to kiss her head.
“Ten days, okay?” he murmurs. “Then I’ll meet you in the Ottawa airport.” He squeezes her in a hug, which she returns, if slightly reluctantly. “This move will be good for us.”
“Right,” Hana says, so bitter that Keith actually physically winces. “I am so pumped to leave behind everything I’ve ever known and go live in a new country. Thank you so much for doing this for me.”
Without so much as a backwards glance at her father, she pulls away and stomps inside to Keith’s place.
“Yikes,” Keith says, grimacing at his brother-in-law. Adam isn’t looking at him, gaze following his daughter with an expression Keith can only describe as pained. He doesn’t say anything for several moments, just staring at the house, eyes far-away and deeply sad. Keith’s chest starts to ache, right under his sternum, because he gets that look, too.
“I don’t know what to do,” Adam says softly. “I’m just — I’m just trying to do the right thing for her.” And it’s been months since they’ve talked anything but surface level pleasantries but they will always be the same, Keith thinks, and he reaches over and squeezes Adam’s hand because he will always be family. Adam squeezes back, smiling tightly.
“I’ll take care of her,” Keith promises. He swallows against the sandpaper roughness of his throat and tries to stand up straight, to make up for his crumpled shirt and messy hair. The attemlt makes Adam roll his eyes, which makes Keith grin. Adam can never stay mad at him for long.
“I know you will, brat.” He cups Keith’s cheeks identically to the way he did Hana’s, tipping over to kiss his forehead. Keith’s eyes close and his hands come up to grab Adam’s wrists. “I trust you. I just wish you would take better care of yourself.”
He pulls away and Keith lets him go, watching the easy way in which he composes himself, clearing his throat and straightening his jacket and pushing up his jacket, putting himself back together in front of Keith’s eyes. The process has fascinated him since he was little; the way Adam can always pull himself back to full height.
“Besides,” he adds, pulling his car keys out of his pocket and heading for the passenger side. “You have my daughter to look after, now. If she comes home to me in ten days complaining about doing the dishes because Uncle Keith just eats pasta out of the pot, I will fly back here just to smack you.”
Keith snorts. “Noted. Drive safe, Adam.”
He waves as he shuts the door and starts the car. Keith watches him go, then turns back towards his house, peering through the door, looking for a glimpse of the kid. He doesn’t see her, but he can hear the muted sounds of a video game from outside.
“I have no fucking clue what I’m doing,” he mutters to himself, and walks inside.
#I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO RELEASE THIS AU#this is my favourite movie of all TIME y’all don’t understand#anyways#vld#voltron#keith#keith kogane#adam shirogane#hana shirogane#adashi#keith & shiro#keith & adam#keith & pidge#pidge#pidge holt#keith & hana#modern au#journey to the centre of the earth au#JTTCOTE au#keith angst#my writing#longpost#lance is coming!!!!!
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Anyone in the unfortunate possession of even remote familiarity with the Voltron: Legendary Defender fanbase is well aware that double-standards are so pervasive, most outspoken denizens of that fanbase wouldn't have any standards at all without them.
But, there are two exceptionally egregious double-standards that I feel need an extra-strength bright white fluorescent light trained directly on them.
The first being:
Why is Krolia, Keith's biological mother who walked out on Keith and his father when Keith was a toddler, largely given a free pass for being a total deadbeat for nearly eighteen years of her son's life?
While Shiro, a completely unrelated young man in his early twenties with far-reaching ambitions, intense personal demons, a biological ticking clock hanging over his head, and no such parental obligations toward Keith but still chose to take Keith under his wing and impart whatever wisdom he could before life inevitably forced him and Keith to part ways, is raked over the coals and accused of being a cold, manipulative child-groomer for not excessively coddling a teenager?
And, the second:
Why is there still, nearly nine years after the fact, outrage over the unceremonious death of Adam W., Shiro's controlling ex whose screentime amounts to less than ten minutes total, while the brutal psychological and physical torture that Shiro, a main character, endures prior to his death, his death, itself, and the deaths of every single one of his clones are brushed under the rug or celebrated as "necessary" for progressing Keith's story, despite Shiro and all of his clones also being gay men?
#Takashi Shirogane#Shiro#Kuron#Shiro's Clone With A Bad Haircut.#Voltron: Legendary Defender#Meta.#VLD Meta.#(The most probable answer is ableism.)#(Krolia and Adam are/were able-bodied and Shiro and 'Kuron' are both visibly physically disabled.#The other poor clones were just 'bodies' to the worst parts of this Hell fandom#and the executive producers who hated Shiro's guts for being popular with audiences.)#('MonSantos' and their disciples couldn't care less about people with disabilities if they can't use them for cheap angst#or brownie points for demonstrating 'inclusiveness'.)#The Fandom Straight From Hell.
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I feel like Keith doesn’t tell any of the paladins when his birthday is because he feels like it’s not important and it’s just another day, In his mind. Shiro, Adam, and Matt tried to get him to celebrate/ build good memories surrounding the day and it was slowly starting to work, but then the Kerberos mission failure happened and Keith got kicked out of the garrison. Adam, Colleen, and Pidge tried to get him to celebrate whenever they met up at a small diner near the shack, and Keith only ordered a cookie to make Adam happy. And when the next birthday rolls around he’s in space, and Shiro’s back and alive. But he just can’t find it in himself to celebrate.
#i’m rambling#I’m projecting#keith kogane#keith angst#matt holt#adam voltron#broganes#voltron legendary defender#original garrison trio
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Lance looks through the binoculars again and finds Keith at the same time Adam calls Keith’s name and points at where Lance is standing. The other boy glances up, caught between a laugh from watching Pidge and Hunk write a lewd message in the sand. He flips him off and Lance’s hand-painted skull grins back at him. Keith’s cheeks are pink from the chill, his eyes bright and mischievous as the wind catches on the edges of his hair.
Lance mechanically waves back as he pulls away from the binoculars, Keith becoming a tiny figure against the sand as a blush begins to stain Lance’s cheeks. He hikes the collar of his jacket up, glancing furtively back at Shiro and then down at the shore below.
Oh.
Fuck.
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this was an excerpt from chapter 10 of my fic! here's some more info if ur interested:
title: looking out for you
platform: ao3 only
rating: t
genre(s): slice of life college au
ships: Keith Kogane/Lance McClain, Adam/Shiro
words/chapters: 187k/18 chapters
status: completed
summary/elevator pitch: wholesome queer vibes and healthy communication a la voltron. found family shenanigans include: paintball, halloween parties, laundromat trips, beach episode, family dinners, video game tournaments, awkward confessions, grocery shopping, and some good old angst and character development. also, lance may or may not get possessed by a ghost but it's not pidge's fault.
i was reminiscing on this fic and decided to just promo it bc why not? drop me a comment/kudos if u check it out and like it!
for anyone who has already read it or is planning on reading it, i've done faqs between the three acts. i recently updated my faq here for act iii if anyone is interested (i finally got around to putting in some more details!)
#ao3 fanfic#voltron legendary defender#college au#klance#found family#friends to lovers#keith kogane#lance mcclain#takashi shirogane#hunk garrett#pidge holt#adam voltron#allura vld#slow burn#character study#mild to moderate angst?#happy ending tho#shenanigans#adashi#broganes#in which the author projects#a lot#my friend asked me if this fic is a replacement for therapy and ya know who's to say
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Rules, Introduction
Hello, my name is Kat and this is my blog, I write fan fiction for a variation of different fandoms AUs and am not opposed to commissions for ocs
Genres I’m willing to write for are,
Fluff, angst
Some examples of fluff or angst would be arguments, comfort, casual dates, sweet movie nights or hurt
Smut
About anything would be fine however I’m unwilling to write about piss kinks, huge age gaps or incest, stepcest is fine
Characters I’m willing to write for are,
Hazbin Hotel; Alastor, Rosie, Charlie, Husk, sir pentious, cherri Bomb, Angeldust, Valentino, Vox, Velvette, Lucifer, ADAM, lute
Helluva Boss; Luna, Moxxie, Millie, blitz, Verosika, Asmodeus, fizzarolli
Voltron; Keith, Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Shiro, Princess
Mha; class 1A, monoma, shinso, tenko, himiko, Dabi, Villain deku, Villain katsuki, villain shoto
Bsd; Dazai, Chuyaa, fyodor
Saiki K; saiki, kaido, chiyo, Aiura, rei
Atla; zuko, sokka
JJK; sukuna, toji, megumi, gojo, itadori
Genshin impact; any male character + Ayaka, Ei, Yae
Haikyuu; Hinata, kageyama, sugawara, suna, kenma, Kuroo, tsukishima, terushima, sakusa kiyoko, Yachi(my favorites) will write for any other character as well
Creepy pasta: Jeff the killer, Ben drowned, slender man, Jane the killer, eyeless jack, hoodie, ticci Toby (other requests)
#genshin angst#genshin fluff#genshin imagines#genshin x reader#mcyt imagine#alastor smut#adam smut#dottore smut#sukuna angst#creepypasta smut#voltron#voltron smut#voltron fluff#voltron angst#mha#mha angst#mha fluff#mha smut#bnha#bsd#fatui harbingers#hazbin hotel smut#hazbin hotel
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Planning out the third parter and the prequel for my Voltron series is going to be so weird with all these allergies and everything else going on
#voltron legendary defender#klance au#klance angst#klance fluff#keith kogane#lance mcclain#pidge holt#takashi shirogane#adam voltron#part one and two have been posted#part three is coming soon#the prequel also is coming soon#the prequel is going to be a high school au#KS: incorrect voltron posts
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Ok so since Voltron is for some reason trending and I feel like the depression may be getting to me and I need incentive I would like to know how many of yall would be interesting in a complete Voltron rewrite including:
- Keith being found by the blades after Shiro disappears
- Black Paladin!Lance
- A minor examination of the political climate of space as well as a more realistic look at war
- Lots of angst and fluff
- Giving Pidge and Hunk more character growth
- Adam being alive
- Giving Allura an actual story as well as agency
- Keith and Axca being twins with a complicated relationship with Krolia and a lot of BOM!Dads
- Actually making the mind meld training a bigger part of the team dynamic
#yes it will have klance#also there will be some GotG inspo in the beginning (tho only the first movie)#also I WILL be breaking up Voltron for a very long time bc I find that interesting#voltron#klance#ao3#vld
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I love any and all Adam content but one thing that bugs me is art of Adam surviving the blast and he has like minimal scaring and is only missing like one arm, one eye, and possibly deaf in one ear. It mainly bugs me because he wouldn't look like that.
The Ion cannon(I think that's what Sendak and his fleet used) is STRONG asf compared to the technology the Garrison has. Like we know it's powerful based off of fights with Voltron but against Earth, it'd be like having the sun thrown at the planet like it's nothing. And so we can assume that the blast of the Ion cannon is hotter than anything.
And Adam was using a ship, which is made out of metal. Metal gets really hot, like insanely hot. So now imagine flying around in the sky, trying to protect your planet, and then you just get hit with a blast that's hot asf while in a flying metal box. You'd probably be boiled alive but you did survive, you'd be lucky if you could do anything without help because your flying metal box fell to the ground and crashed.
Like Adam would have the most disgusting scars known to man, no one would be able to look at him without feeling disgusted. He'd also probably need someone to help him take care of himself because of the blast. But he wouldn't be attractive by societal standards anymore, he'd might also end up hard to identify because of how bad the wounds would be.
Basically, give me content of Adam surviving the blast but he's a Curly and Sal mix but 10x worse please 🙏, I'll do anything for it.
#voltron#adam w#adam#voltron adam#adam voltron#voltron adam w#adam w voltron#i also want people to tell shiro that adam is still alive but when shiro sees adam#he struggles because he thinks this is all his fault and adam is only like this because he went on the mission#the angst of adam having to rely on someone/people for help for things he used to be able to do himself#and the angst of shiro trying to help adam but struggling with guilt and the fact that adam might not even recognize him#adam cant see or hear for shit anymore#he thought he was blind before but now hes truly blind#and he can say bye to being able to listen to music the same way so yk#but like shiro looks different so if he could see the slightest bit he probably wouldnt recognize him#and he mightve forgotten shiros voice so yk#but besides that#the angst is muah#i wanna read it and write it#but i cant commit to something like that yet#but ill probably end up writing it anyway#im a cheater when it comes to what fics i stick to#its bad
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Hey Voltron fandom! In case you forgot… here’s a complete list of all my vld fics! Enjoy!
last sunrise in the wasteland | klance, 9.5k, established relationship post s6 homecoming
here are the facts: the sky is the color of cotton candy. varadero is hot. keith is in love with lance.
and all I can taste is this moment | adashi & romellura, 48k, Cold War garrison space au
"Takashi, what am I to you?"
"Everything."
or, the one where shiro is the garrison's golden boy in the midst of the cold war, adam is his wicked smart best friend that he can't stop staring at for some reason, allura's meeting place of choice is broom closets, and romelle just wants everyone to get their shit together.
don’t waste another mile or minute (not kissing me) | klance, 17k, high school Friday night lights au
The high school star quarterback and the associated student body president fall in love.
Or at least, that's what the Hallmark movie summary would be.
Here's the truth: Keith and Lance are in love, Allura and Romelle are in love but don't know it yet, there's a few night drives in pickup trucks, and prom shakes everything up.
rocket man | klance, 6.7k, ray bradbury crossover, angst
"I can’t help myself. I work on my bike and treat him as if he were alive, and then it hurts. No, it’s better to think he hasn’t been here for ten years and I’ll never see him again. It doesn’t hurt as much."
“Didn’t he say next time he’d settle down?” Lance asks.
#rbs appreciated! 😘#voltron#vld fic rec#voltron fic rec#fic rec#klance#adashi#2016 tumblr#2018 tumblr#fandom#vld#klance fic rec#romelle vld#allura vld#keith vld#lance vld#keith Kogane#lance McClain#shiro vld#voltron revival
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Title: Evaporating With Every Missed Kiss Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Ship: Keith/Lance Tags: Post Series/Season 8, Aged-Up Character(s), Top Lance (Voltron), Bottom Keith (Voltron), Trans Keith, Trans Male Keith, Friends With Benefits, Keith and Lance are Teachers, Minor Angst, Vaginal Fingering, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Sex, Sex at work, Unrequited Love, Closeted Feelings, Lance is thirsty for Keith, Prompt Fic, Allura and Adam did not die
Summary:
It started with a mistake. Then the mistake became the best thing Lance thought he could ever get. Now he was benefiting on an opportunity that got him as close to being in a relationship as he could with Keith. Of course, that opportunity was them having a friends with benefits arrangement. And they had the friends part down pat. It was just... Lance wanted more than just sex from Keith. But just because that's what he wanted, doesn't mean he's getting it.
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A follow up to my other fic, Condensation Upon My Soul, for @klance__dreams over on Twitter for a prompt they made about FWB Klance.
This one follows Lance's side of things before the eventually final part <3
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ch 16!
hello early update!!!! tw for keith having a panic attack!!!! highlight reel includes: lance resolving some of his family conflict, receiving consolation from his dad, surprise guest in keith's story, klance kiss
#ao3 fanfic#college au#voltron legendary defender#klance#lance mcclain#keith kogane#hunk garrett#pidge holt#takashi shirogane#adam voltron#allura vld#found family#hurt/comfort#angst
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Revisiting Voltron and hot take: Allura isn't actually that bad?
Like I remember very vividly when Voltron was airing, and people *hated* her. Like, you know the scapegoat in fanfics, the one that has to be mean? That was Allura. And you know, it's mean.
Yes, Allura was fantasy racist. Which is bad. But were we all too caught up in our little Keith angst to notice Alluras story? She had her family killed by Galrans, and then a half-galran pilots the lion her own father piloted. And she never got the chance to grieve because of the cryostatus. It basically just happened for her. It's a good plot point, but because everyone needed a character to hate, Alluras story got lost.
Allura also got in the way of Klance. I remember how adamant people were about shipping, so if one character got in the way they were dead. People liked Keith better, and with Allura as the competition there was no way for her to win. Which is stupid. Because Allura is a great character.
Also Hunk x Keith is better/hj
#its basically just mha#allura is the uraraka#like come in thosr are two characters that would beat ass for their friends#even funny bc i have the same ahip opionins for both the main ship peple fight about agaunst the canon ship#is just eh yo me#i hate bkdk#and klance has lessened its jold on me as i have become a multishpper obssed with heith#anyways dig into random char ters its fun#voltron#voltron: legendary defender#vld#vld keith#keith kogane#keith voltron#allura#allura voltron#allura vld#lance voltron#lance mcclain#lance vld#klance#shipping
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hii!!
i’m kiki and i’m a writer! i’ve been in the fanfic/writing community for almost 5 years! i originally started on wattpad and i wanted to expand my writing onto different platforms, like tumblr!
(wattpad is hauntingkiki btw!)
some fandoms and characters that i’ll write fore are;
Attack on Titan (any of the characters except a few of them like King Fritz, Founder Ymir etc.)
Sally Face (any of the characters)
FNAF (no animatronics unless it’s before the kids are killed (Gregory is allowed as well:3))
Detroit: Become Human
Creepypasta (no children unless it’s in a sibling way)
OverWatch 2
Danganronpa
The Owl House
How To Train Your Dragon
Lord of the Flies
Ghost Stories(2000) (all the kids will be aged up into teens (13-16) besides Keiichirou)
My Hero Academia
Sk8 The Infinity (not doing Adam…)
DanDaDan
Mouthwashing
Aphmau (MCD, MyStreet, Mermaid Tales, PDH)
The Legend of Zelda (i’ve never played the games but i’ll try trust)
Alien Stage
Voltron Legendary Defender
Stuff i will be okay with writing
fluff
angst
obviously ‘x reader’s
VERY light limes for MINOR characters, OR nsfw stuff for ADULT characters. i’m a minor atm and when i turn into an adult, this rule will change
stuff i’m not going to write
any weird kinky stuff (knife play, gun play, wax etc.)
age gaps (a few years is fine but nothing over 6ish (unless it’s child!reader and father/mother!character))
when i’m no longer a minor, writing nsfw stuff for minor characters (that even counts for aging them up. if they don’t have a canon adult age, i will not write nsfw stuff for them)
and that’s it! i look forward to writing for yall! :D
#fanfic#half live vr ai#half live vr but the ai is self aware#attack on titan#sally face#detroit become human#heavy rain#fnaf#creepypasta#overwatch#danganronpa#requests are open#request are welcome#reading#the owl house#ghost stories#lord of the flies#hazbin hotel#helluva boss#how to train your dragon#kid vampire#scott pilgram vs the world#mouthwashing#dandadan
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✿.。.:* ☆:**:. Hey loveys! I do RP now so I thought I'd get boundaries and all that good stuff out of the way. ◦•●◉✿ Things you should expect: ☆ I'm mainly lee. I ler occasionally, but if you're expecting it don't get your hopes too high up. ◉ I don't do angst typically. If you want a hurt/comfort scenario, feel free to ask me about it, the worst I can say is no. ☆ I don't get upset easily! If I tell you no or that I don't feel comfortable with something, it's just me communicating, I'm not upset or mad at you. Unless you're a shit person. Then I'm upset. ◉ I curse pretty frequently, and when I play certain characters it varies. Communicate with me if you don't like it and I'll tone it down. ☆ I like my headcannons and I'm keeping them, thank you very much. If you don't like them we don't have to incorporate them but trying to force your own opinion onto me is just rude. ◦•●◉✿ General boundaries regarding RP content: ☆ If I don't know you or follow you, chances are I'm going to want to get to know you at least a little before RP. ◉ Absolutely NO NSFW! This should go without saying but I'll say it anyway. ☆ Communicate your boundaries with me! It shouldn't be a one-sided conversation, I want to know how you feel and what makes you comfortable. ◉ Bondage scenarios (even if completely SFW) are absolutely out of my comfort zone. So are interrogation scenarios, something about them never really sat right with me. ☆ I'm an age regressor. If you'd like to incorporate this into our RP session run it by me first, but most times it's a no if I don't trust you completely. ◉ If you make me uncomfortable I am going to voice it. Don't get offended, just adjust accordingly please. Boundaries are not insults. ☆ No foot stuff, please. No offense to the people who like it, there's nothing wrong with it, I just don't like it. ◉ Use the green, yellow and red rule. In case you don't know or need a refresher, green is go ahead, yellow is slow down, red is stop. It seems weird for just an RP, but it gives some level of comfort to me. ☆ If you ignore the above rule I either won't respond or block you on the spot. Gauging responses is a good way to weed out the bad people if you catch my drift. ◦•●◉✿ Characters I will RP as: ☆ Vox (Hazbin Hotel) ◉ Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) ☆ Adam (Hazbin Hotel) ◉ Husk (Hazbin Hotel) ☆ Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) ◉ Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss) ☆ Nico Di Angelo (Percy Jackson) ◉ Will Solace (Percy Jackson) ☆ Keith Kogane (Voltron) ◉ Floyd Leech (Twisted Wonderland) ☆ Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls) ◉ Connor Murphy (Dear Evan Hansen - Alive AU) ◦•●◉✿ Specific characters I will NOT RP as/with: ☆ Valentino (Hazbin Hotel) yes that's it ◦•●◉✿ Some extra notes and info: ☆ I use he/him pronouns both in and out of RP, you'll notice I only play male or masculine-presenting characters. ◉ If I don't answer right away, don't spam me or take it personally. I don't get message notifications from Tumblr, I also have my laptop on Do Not Disturb most of the time due to work and schooling reasons. ☆ PLEASE DO NOT RESPOND WITH HATE TO THIS POST. I'll say this until I'm out of breath, boundaries are not insults! They were made with everyone in mind, not just you! ✿.。.:* ☆:**:. Overall, just follow my boundaries and communicate yours with me so we can both have a safe and fun time. •.¸♡𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚎♡¸.•
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WELL WELL WELL I SEE KLANCE HERE, 2020 i was obsessed with Voltron, what was the season you like the most? also behind klance (i think that your favorite ship?) what other ships do you like of the show?
(even if they aren't canon say them bro)
HOOOOOOOOOOO boy
Babes bestie mate my annonie, I was one of the OG enjoyers of Voltron wayyyyyyyyy back in 2016. I was there for all of it (and yes I mean all of it)
I loved season three and the end of season two because it has the most Keith than any other season. And also the angst for his character was amazing~ But then also the end bit of season six with the angst between him and Shiro just sdfnsldjnflwjasfnkdsjb makes me dash for the Keith angst tag every time XD (you can see what sort of character I like most - Nico and Keith...emo kids...hmmm)
But, on the contrast I detested the last two seasons. Not just because of what happened but for the very obvious doctoring done by the producers (ahem Dreamworks ahem). It just turned out so bad that I have actually never seen the last two episodes and I refuse to watch them. Because who ends a show like that???
Klance was my thing. It's the oldest tag I've favourited on AO3 and I only started writing it when the hype for the show began to fade T_T I think my works on it are still up on my profile pic oh lordy XD.
Other ships? I like Shiro x Adam obviously (but they needed more screen time Dreamworks you absolute dicks), and Hunk x Shay is so cute, but then also Romelle x Allura which is kind of a smaller ship. But really Klance is my favourite, and always will be.
Thank you for more questions annonie! If you think of more please do send them my way~ <3
#lottie answers asks#lottie and tv shows#klance#do I?#do i dare?#yep#klance is canon king#i will throw hands
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