#forcing my domestic happy ending and wed agenda on ships

[24hrfrog]

Thoughts on goose/slider? 👀

Banger ship.

Slider calls him “babygorl” for shits and gigs a joke originally

He loves it when Goose sings, Goose loves it when Slider tries to sing along

Lotta physical affection from Slider and words of affirmation from Goose, random ass grabs from Slider ong, lotta goodnight kisses

Slider petted(?) Goose’s stache at least once when he grew it LMAO

Come on they definitely flew together as a duo AT LEAST once

Goose makes fun of the VERY little height he has on Slider (Slider is 6’1 and Goose 6’2)

Slider drags Goose to the gym, they’re a workout couple— Goose cheers him on and Slider forces Goose to join AHHA

They get married a few months after Goose’s training accident with Mav (HE SURVIVED SLUTS.)

Slider proposed with no plan and a ring he got from a candy machine, he looked like a goofball but Goose accepted (they got a actual ring later lol)

You can bet Slider cried at the wedding

They adopted a kid named Bradley after leaving the Navy— Slider was shocked at the slight resemblance he and Goose shared

Later into their life Slider and Goose opened up their own diner along the boardwalk/beach that Goose mainly managed while Slider flew commercial, domestic flights normally but every so often longer routes— he would also bring back souvenirs and promised to take them on vacations to the places he flew, told a lot of stories to Bradley

Bradley grew up fine, Mav and Ice visited as often as they could along with the rest of the ‘86 class, a lot of reunions took place at the diner

They watched Bradley grow up and become a pilot, Slider kept his promises and took Goose on a long vacation trip once Bradley was out of the house, they sent a lot of postcards to friends of where they were

(Oh but Slider also took Bradley on family vacations! He didn’t get left out, just when they were hitting retirement did Goose and Slider go their own way still keeping in touch and checking up)

They sleep on their side facing each other because when Bradley was small he would fit inbetween them and it just became a habit

Slider still calls Goose babygorl

[fairylaughing]

Klance Fluff Week Day 5: F.I.N.E.

Summary: It's been fifteen years since they started fighting Zarkon, three since they defeated him and returned to Earth, and just over 16 months since Lance's first break down.

Klance Fluff Week Day 5: Feelings

Okay, but like, how to do this prompt without angst? I gave up, there’s both angst and fluff, so it’s maybe more h/c? Deal with it.

Established Klance, about 15 years after series. Very minor season 2 spoilers, but if you haven’t seen it you probably won’t even know. depressed!Lance, head-canoning Keith as lactose-intolerant

Sorry I'm late by a day, today's and tomorrow's will both be posted tomorrow!

Trigger warning for depression/suicide attempts (non graphic/specific).

F.I.N.E.

Fifteen years. That isn’t that long in a person’s lifetime on the large scale of things, but for the members of Voltron it felt like a lifetime ago since they’d started fighting Zarkon. It had taken them twelve years to defeat him and return to Earth. The first two years on Earth had gone by in a blur of parades and diplomatic tours and weddings, but now that it had all settled down, Lance and Keith were trying to settling down together as a couple. Keith was managing it fine, surprisingly, but Lance wasn’t handling it quite as well.

Keith was an instructor back at Galaxy Garrison, preparing young cadets for their explorations into space. At first Lance had been working with international diplomacy agencies, since he was bar far one of the best recognized paladins of the team among visiting aliens (he’d probably attempted to Captain Kirk at least half of them), but lately he’d let the others do more of those appearances, and the aliens visiting Earth were less concerned with meeting the paladins of Voltron and more concerned with meeting the leaders of Earth.

That was alright by him. It was alright by Keith too. Lance was in no shape to deal with people day-in and day-out. He’d had a couple of melt-downs, and a scary spell where he wasn’t eating or sleeping and ended up fainting during a celebratory anniversary gala, and overall he was sick. Lance was sick not in body, but in mind. This was something they didn’t know how to fight, they hadn’t had time to deal with this sort of thing in space, so it built up, trauma layered upon trauma, but now it followed him everywhere. There was a black dog haunting the shadows wherever he went. It was so strange for someone as upbeat as Lance to have succumbed to this, but perhaps it was just because it was his fake-it-until-you-make-it attitude that had caused his psyche to crumble. They had all been through terrible things that no young person should have had to endure, but while Keith, Pidge and Hunk had weathered the storms, Lance had let the rain in until he was a sinking ship.

They were taken care of. They were heroes and so they were taken well care of financially, Keith and Lance had come together during their time as Voltron and they had remained so on Earth, purchasing a comfortable house for themselves with a large yard. Lance’s family had loved Keith right off the bat, and, although Keith’s dad was a little more reluctant to accept Keith’s sexuality, they had worked it out and he had come to really like Lance. In fact, Keith swore that his dad liked Lance better than he liked him.

Nowadays though? Nowadays all Lance felt like was a burden.

“I’m just getting groceries,” Keith said, pulling up their car in front of Lance’s counsellor’s office, “Are you sure you don’t want me to come in with you?”

“I’m fine,” Lance said stiffly.

“If you don’t like this one we can find you another.”

“No, it’s okay,” Lance sighed. This was his third counsellor this year. No one on Earth seemed equipped to deal with him, but perhaps that was because no one else on Earth had ever spent twelve years, twelve very formative years, in space fighting a rebellion against an evil emperor. “Just come get me when you’re done?”

“Of course,” Keith said, “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Lance didn’t believe him. Lance knew he was just doing it out of obligation, because Keith had married him before, when he was like he used to be. No one wanted to deal with him now, driving him to and from appointments, harassing him to take his meds, making sure he didn’t self-medicate, asking him how he was feeling, and listening to his senseless rambling while his eyes streamed. The counsellor was paid to do that. Of course, Ella was good about acting like she didn’t. Sometimes Lance could pretend that she actually cared.

Ella was only perhaps a decade older than Lance, in her mid-forties, but she carried herself with such dignity that she seemed older, a wealth of wisdom in her body. Her office was filled with bits of art work and quotations she liked, a zen writing board, yarn projects that she was working on, and a mess of houseplants across her desk and one long ivy-like vine that wrapped all the way around the room, awkwardly pinned up so that in enveloped the otherwise institutional space. Lance flopped onto the couch, immediately reaching for the soft crochet blanket on the top so that he could bring it between his fingers and ground him into the space.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“I’m fine.”

“Fucked up, insecure, neurotic, and emotional?” she asked.

Lance gave her a bitter grin, “Yup.”

“Let’s get started then. We’ll do some breathing, get you settled, and then we’ll try to figure out how you’re really feeling.”

___

‘Grumpy’ the large cardboard square read with the appropriate yellow emoji. ‘Happy’, ‘Hip’, ‘Hurried’. Lance flipped through the cards, so many emotions streaming through his mind that he couldn’t pick just one, he didn’t know, he couldn’t choose. Eventually he settled on ‘Overwhelmed’ because it was the closest. He held it to show Ella.

“What’s overwhelming you?” she asked gently.

“I-I don’t know. Just… just… all of it.”

“That’s okay, just let yourself be overwhelmed then.”

___

Lance was overwhelmed, and then Ella walked him through some exercises, forced him back into his body, grounding him, but not going as deeply as she usually did, as if she sensed that today he was especially bad. Lance was especially bad today.

Keith was already waiting outside her office and while Lance booked his next time with the receptionist Ella took Keith aside. She handed him something, a book?

The ride home was quietly domestic. What was for dinner tonight, tomorrow’s agenda, when were Pidge and Hunk coming over to visit again… this weekend?

Lance couldn’t take it, “What did Ella give you?”

“Oh, it’s a mood book. Y’know, like a desk calendar, but with emojis. She wants you to pick one every morning when you wake up and every night before you go to bed and write it down.”

“This is useless,” Lance spat out.

“It’s easy though, you just have to pick a mood.”

“I mean all this counselling crap is pointless, it’s just covering up the problem, I’m barely coasting along, I’m a burden.” Lance’s words began to pour out, along with his tears, “I’m a stupid, useless waste of time, of space. I’m a waste of fucking air and oh God, I’ve fucked up everything and everyone I’ve ever laid my hands on. I’m so sorry I put you through all of this Keith, you deserve so, so much better. You should just let me go, leave me here. Pull over now and put me on the side of the road, in the ditch with the rest of the garbage!”

“I want nothing more than to pull over,” Keith said, “And to wrap you up in my arms and hold you forever.”

“You don’t mean that,” Lance screeched, “You’re just saying that because you feel like that’s what you’re supposed to say. You don’t need to.”

“I mean every word,” Keith gritted out, catching Lance’s eye in the rearview mirror. “I can’t pull over just yet, we’re on the freeway.”

Keith took the first available exit and, in a move that would make the stunt drivers of The Fast and the Furious jealous, he pulled off to the side of the road in a spot too short for most vehicles without his quick manoeuvring skills.

Lance burst out of the car onto his hands and knees and began to dry heave from stress. This was not unusual for him; stress went straight to his stomach.

Eventually Lance finished and Keith, picking up the metal water bottle from the cupholder, exited the driver’s side and joined him at the side of the road. He opened the bottle and offered it to Lance who took a large sip, swished it, and then spat it out. Then he took a real drink of water and shut the bottle before returning it to Keith. All this time he wouldn’t make eye contact, staring at some unspecified place just past the ditch. It was a pile of dead weeds trimmed with old, dirty, snow. They hadn't had any fresh snow in weeks and that crap at the side of the road, although not melted, was ice hard and blackened with car exhaust and grime. There was nothing pure about that snow, just as there was nothing pure about Lance.

“I really do mean it,” Keith said, coming up behind Lance.

Keith didn’t touch him. Lance knew he would react with anger, and that Keith knew this so he held back, but he still wanted to be touched. Badly.

Lance shook with uncontrolled emotion.

“Listen,” Keith sighed, crouching down, “I’m not going to lie. This has been hard for me. It’s just one problem after another and I start to wonder how long we’ll be doing this for.” He paused, “But I don’t mind doing it because I love you and I made a promise to be there for you.”

Lance sniffed, “Yeah, back before I fell apart. I’m a wreck now and you can’t want me still.”

“I do,” Keith gently set a hand on his shoulder, tense, as if he expected to be refused, “You’re still you, you’re still the Lance I fell in love with.”

Lance knew he wasn’t though, not anymore.

“How are you feeling?” Keith asked.

“Worthless.”

“You have worth to me,” said Keith.

“I don’t know what you see in me,” Lance replied, bitterly, pausing to look Keith in the face.

“Oh Lance,” Keith sighed, and then kissed him gently, fully, on the mouth. When he drew back he said, “I love you.”

“Okay,” said Lance, not quite willing to accept the love but willing to accept that Keith was stupid enough to love him.

“Can we go home now so I can make you some dinner?” Keith suggested, “I got the ingredients for that creamy shrimp pasta Hunk served us.”

“Can you eat that?” Lance asked, “Cause I’m not sleeping next to you if you get the same thing that happened after Hunk’s dinner party again. That was toxic.”

Keith blushed, and then laughed, “I think I’ve worked out a dairy-free version that’ll hopefully be just as good.”

“Mm, okay,” Lance said, letting Keith lift him from his knees to standing up. He was momentarily dizzy, not that he said anything, but Keith seemed to notice, or perhaps he just wanted to hug him, and took Lance into his arms, resting his head on his shoulder.

Keith whispered into his ear, “I love you, I don’t care if you believe it or not, I know it’s true, so don’t you ever forget.”

“I won’t,” Lance said, “You won’t let me.”