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seeds-of-the-garden · 4 years

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Dear gardeners, two words for you: Shirtless Lance

Okay, we were supposed to post last Friday, but it was missed. So, to make it up to y’all we present you with a doubly long Seed. It’s still qualifies because there’s plenty of story to write before this scene happens and plenty of story to write after it as well. Enjoy not just Shirtless Lance, but Shirtless almost everyone.

This (You) is (are) Fine

The crowded bar was getting noisier and more boisterous the longer the event was delayed. Pidge and Allura were stuffed into a small, dark corner booth, the other Paladins blocking the stage while they argued amongst themselves.

“Well, I think I should be the one to enter, everyone loves Loverboy Lance, I’m sure they can’t wait to see what I have underneath my clothes.” The amount of confidence that rolled off Lance as he smoothed his hands down his body to showcase his physique never ceased to amaze Pidge. He knew he looked good, or so she assumed.

“That won’t do.” Coran spoke up from behind the guys. “Clearly Shiro is the beloved of everyone, and has the most commonly admired physique amongst you all. If he enters our chances of securing the Credits needed rises ten fold.”

Everyone nodded, they had to admit that Shiro was a prime specimen of a man.

“Now hold up, we can’t really be sure what the crowd is looking for. Look at the other entries.” Hunk, the constant voice of reason, pointed over his shoulder at the stage, moving to the side enough that Pidge could see.

He wasn’t wrong, there were several different beings up there, some of which Pidge questioned how in the world they would participate in a “Heavily Moistened Upper Body Clothing Item” contest. She also had a strong suspicion that, though they were at a weird outpost bar, in the farthest reaches of the universe, the proprietor of the establishment had been to Earth at some point. Either that, or everyone across this universe enjoyed ogling wet, hot people. It was probably the latter.

A half empty glass smashed on the wall behind Pidge’s head, the crowd becoming more restless due to the delay. They wanted wet men, and they wanted them now. Pidge leaned over to Allura “Can’t you do something about this? You’re an all-knowing space goddess now, right?”

Allura rolled her eyes, stifling a giggle. “I already told you, I traded the all-knowing part in order to bring Lotor and myself back to this reality.” Pidge knew this, but had spent so much time ‘talking’ to Allura when she was gone, that it became a habit. “Who do you think should enter then? It’s getting rough in here, and we really need the credits to get home.”

Pidge watched as Allura tapped her chin, a little glint in her eye. “I’ve got it!” She stood up, slapping her hands on the table. “How about all of you enter? That way we have five chances to win. Our odds go up quite favorably.”

“Uh, Allura, don’t you mean four? I’m not entering a wet t-shirt contest.” Pidge crossed her arms, besides, the contest seemed designed for dudes anyway.

“Oh, Coran will enter as well. We need as many chances as possible.” She gave Coran a sly look.

“Why Princess! This is a brilliant solution. Your time being all-knowing has really paid off!” Coran grabbed the guys and headed toward the director of the contest. Keith seemed to become aware of what was going on at the last minute, hollering about how he didn’t agree to any of this right before his jacket was ripped off and a thin, white shirt was pulled over his head.

Moments later the bar got even darker as the stage lit up. All the men were paraded out and lined the stage. Pidge full on laughed at the two glowing balls of energy wearing the prescribed shirt. She wondered at their chances in winning.

Sexy music started playing and the guys started moving and gyrating, making themselves as appealing as possible. The energy orbs kind of faded in and out in rhythmic pulsing, an Unilu did the weirdest thing with his arms, and Shiro full on started dancing some ancient Earth dance that the people did in the 1970’s. The man was hot, but he could not dance. Pidge hid her face in her hands, realizing Shiro was more embarrassing than whatever it was Coran was doing. Holy moly, they might not have bettered their chances. At least Hunk and Lance both had some very good moves, though Keith just stood there with his arms crossed.

Suddenly, a grotesque gurgling sound echoed through the bar. Heads started turning to find out where it was coming from, though it seemed to surround them. Pipes that looked like shower nozzles rose up in front of the stage. They started shaking as the gurgling sound made its way toward the stage, then they burst forth with a pungent, sticky, goo-like substance that began to spray all over the contestants on stage. The contestants began to slip and slide in the goo as it soaked into their weird shirts causing them to go almost see-through instantly. The glowing orbs began to change color, Coran started some sort of ice skating routine, and Lance screamed at the top of his lungs. “WHAT THE QUIZNAK!?��

He ripped off his shirt, tossing it into the crowd. The crowd went wild. Everyone was screaming and whistling, drinks sloshing to the floor as the spectacle on stage worsened.

Allura was laughing her head off, thoroughly amused at the chaos. She had been oddly delighted when things went wrong ever since she came back.

Lance screamed again, slipping on a glob of the goo and careening off the stage. “Pidge! Help me!” He ran through the crowd as they grasped at him, trying to get him back up on stage, but he was too slippery. He came to a halt directly in front of her.

He was panting, his chest rising and falling with every breath. Pidge couldn’t take her eyes off of him, the way the slime caused the limited light to shine off of every lithe muscle, the expanse of his chest in her sight. His skin reminded her of hot coffee with a lot of heavy cream. Hot. He was hot. And so slippery, standing in front of her. She knew who she was voting for.

“Earth to Pidge!? You okay?” Lance was tapping her head. She dragged her eyes away from their joyous task, only to immediately get lost again in the blue of his eyes.

“You’re more than okay. You’re fine. Capital F.” Lance cocked an eyebrow at her rather off the wall statement.

“No, are you okay? You’re staring…. Ohohoh. You are staring. You like what you see?” Lance leaned over Pidge, his hand on the wall behind her. “Cause, Lancey Lance will give you a show any time you ask.”

Pidge slowly nodded, then realized now wasn’t the time to ogle her long time crush. Even if they’ve been a little more than friends recently. She really would like a show though….

Allura pulled at Pidge’s arm. Pidge realized all the guys had gathered around and they were being dragged out of the bar. The whole place had gone insane and the contest had turned into a giant brawl instead.

“Let’s get out of here!”

They moved as quickly as they could on all the slime everywhere, finally bursting out into the darkened streets of the small moon’s town.

“Thank Bob we made it out in one piece.” Shiro said, while looking worse for wear. His pants were barely held together, they were torn so badly. All of the guys had completely lost their shirts, though Keith had fared better other than that. At least his pants were firmly on his body.

“So, who won?” Allura clapped in anticipation. Everyone looked at her like she had gone insane.

“No one. Did you not see what just happened!?” Keith finally spoke up.

“Oh. So...we don’t have enough credits to get home?”

Everyone’s eyes widened as their predicament loomed large again.

“Quiznak.”

#Plance #Pidgance #VLD Lance #VLD Pidge #Shirtless Lance #Shirtless Everyone

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quintessenceofdust73 · 4 years

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This is from my current WIP:

Lance yawned as the words GAME OVER flashed across the screen. He set down the controller and rubbed his eyes.

“Pidge, it’s your turn,” he said softly. She didn’t answer.

She had been propped up on one elbow to watch him play while reclining on the right side of his narrow bed. When he turned to look at her, he saw that she was now sound asleep, drooling slightly into one of his pillows.

Lance smiled to himself as he turned off the Mercury Gameflux II and put the controllers away. She looked so peaceful he didn’t want to disturb her, and he assumed she was comfortable enough in what she was wearing: form-fitting black leggings and a soft, well worn and much beloved Galaxy Garrison T-shirt that he had outgrown.

Lance shed his jeans, hoping she wouldn’t wake up while he slipped on a pair of pajama pants. For a moment he considered sleeping on the couch, but he knew he was too tall to lie down comfortably there. He also prayed that Hunk was asleep in the next room and wouldn’t ask awkward questions in the morning. There was little chance of that though. Ever since they rented this little Garrison apartment together, Lance hadn’t had any girls over, and of course if he ever did, his nosy roommate would have to know all the details.

He sighed. Loverboy Lance’s reputation was mostly courtesy of the Voltron Show’s propaganda, and both Hunk and Pidge knew it.

There was a particularly good reason for his voluntary celibacy that was unknown to his two closest friends though. It was the one thing he was almost too terrified to admit to himself, and as that frightening thought raced through his sleep-deprived mind, he stared at the living reason for his chastity.

She had left her glasses in his nightstand and her sneakers next to his bed. Her thick, tawny hair was in disarray, and her soft lips were slightly parted as she slumbered.

Lance swallowed. She looked so beautiful in the soft light of his bedroom that he regretted dimming the illuminators.

He held his breath as he carefully sat down on the left side of the bed. There was a moment of panic as the weight of his body shifting about caused the mattress to creak ever so slightly. Thankfully, Pidge didn’t stir. He slipped under the blanket and then made sure she was covered as well. For a long moment he just stared up at the ceiling, listening to the sound of her breathing until his eyelids felt heavy...

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So who wants to read more?

@numbah34 I’m tagging you so that you can see the revisions I’ve made. I am looking forward to seeing your artwork for this. 😊💙💚

#plance #pidge #katie holt #lance mcclain #flirtyrobot

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roggling · 6 years

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Prompt can you do kallura nd wiht a dash of plance of Keith asking allura out instead before they leave to fight ( basically like s8ep1)

A/N: I got so invested into this one shot I got all the way up to 5,000+ words. uwu. This work is just a ball of fluff tbh (except for some angst that immediately turns to fluff) I just…I love this piece. It’s probably my favorite fic I have ever written.

It’s been a couple months since they’ve recovered from Honerva’s robeast and they’ve spent every waking moment improving and preparing the ATLAS for launch. It’s hard to believe they were leaving tomorrow again.

“Tomorrow, the defenders of the Universe, Team Voltron, and Earth’s very own ATLAS will be launching tomorrow to search for the creator of the robeast that attacked our beloved Team Voltron and tried to take all our quintessence. There will be a celebration in their honor before they leave and a select few are invited to watch them depart along with their families they’re leaving behind. The Garrison has invited…”

The voice of the reporter faded into the distance as he sat with Lance, Hunk, and Pidge for lunch. He could hear Lance talking animatedly with Hunk and Pidge, but he wasn’t really paying attention. He felt a void. Allura didn’t get to eat with them yesterday nor today. She was so busy dealing with the Altean and prepping the ATLAS for launch, she hasn’t been able to spend much time with the team since they discovered the Altean.

“I think they’re hinting at something between Keith and Allura, too.”

That sure woke him up.

“What?”

At his incredulous tone, Pidge and Hunk smirked knowingly and Lance rose a suspicious eyebrow before responding, “We were talking about the Voltron show that just came out. Weren’t you listening?”

“Sorry,” Keith sighed, “I was just…thinking.”

Hunk bit into the mashed potatoes in his plate and asked with his mouth full, “Does it have to do with Allura?”

“Yeah.”

At his confession, Hunk and Pidge high-fived and pointed at him excitedly, though he was still in haze, and they yelled in unison, “I knew it!”

Keith jumped at the sudden exclamation and looked like a deer caught in headlights, “What?”

“You like Allura, don’t you?”

Keith was slightly creeped out by how interested Hunk looked in an obvious question. He scoffed, “Of course I like Princess Allura. I like all of you.”

Pidge facepalmed, “Not that kind of like, Keith. We know you like us. We’re asking if you like like Allura.”

Keith narrowed his eyes in complete exasperation, “There’s more than one type of like?”

“Oh for goodness sake,” Lance mumbled, “Do you have a crush on Allura, Keith?”

Keith stabbed his green beans and shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Lance gave him an unamused face, “What do you mean, you don’t know? You either like her or you don’t.”

Keith shrugged, “Then I guess… I like her? Like doesn’t seem to describe it”

“You guess? Then what would describe it?” Hunk asked, munching on his steak and listening to their obliviously lovestruck leader try to form his affections into words.

“Well, I mean, I care for her, there’s no doubt about that. But I don’t get the butterflies in my stomach or a ridiculous blush on my face. I just want to see her happy and hear her laugh everyday and make sure she’s okay. I don’t want her to get hurt any more and I want to see her grow stronger and wiser everyday. She’s amazing and, yeah, she’s beautiful, she’s so much more than that. She’s helped me become comfortable in my own skin and- why are you all looking at me like that?”

Hunk had a knowing look on his face, “That’s the most you have ever spoken in a conversation.”

Pidge smirked, “And I thought I was the rambler.”

“You still are.”

“Hey!”

Lance was quiet while Hunk and Pidge teased Keith for his newly revealed crush. He wasn’t expecting Keith to say so much, really. It was much deeper than a simple crush. He paused. It’s deeper than my crush. Looking back at Keith he couldn’t help but notice that Keith was much more fidgety than usual. Lance fought off a smile. If Allura was the only one who managed to get the ever-stoic Keith flustered, heck, she’s the only one who should be with him.

Lance chuckled, catching the attention of the bickering three and smirked at Keith knowingly, “You’ve got it bad, man.”

Keith blinked, “I do?”

The team nodded and smiled proudly at their leader who’s finally showing some sort of emotion other than ‘indifference’ or ‘annoyance’.

“But I don’t blush.”

Pidge sighed in exasperation, “You’re not an anime schoolgirl in love with her senpai, Keith.”

“Now that I think about it, our senpai would be Shiro,” Hunk added.

“Actually,” Pidge fixed her glasses and had slipped into her gremlin grin, “Keith’s also our senpai. He is a year older than us.”

Lance leaned into Keith and whispered, “Notice me senpai!”

Hunk and Pidge lost their sh!t laughing and Keith just decided he shouldn’t ask.

“Okay so I have a “crush” on Allura, what’s the big deal?”

Lance sat back down in his seat and got serious, “This is a big deal! You need to take her out on a date, man.”

“A date? The day before launch date?”

“Well,” Pidge started, waving around a piece of steak on her fork, “It’s our last day on Earth, who knows when we’ll be back?”

Keith pondered for a while and considered, “Well, I guess you’re right.”

“Of course we’re right,” Pidge chewed on her meat.

“But how do I ask her?”

“Oh come on, Keith,” Lance scooped up a spoonful of his mashed potatoes, “It’s not hard, just ask her out.”

“Okay, loverboy Lance,” Keith teased and turned his body to look at him directly, “With all the girls you’ve dated, you must’ve had a lot of first dates. What do you think I should do?”

“Oh,” Hunk cut in, “Lance’s first date was at Chuck E. Cheese when he was 12.”

Lance’s eyes widened and he yelled at Hunk with a look of betrayal evident on his face, “Hunk!”

“And a little eight-year-old stole all his tickets from his pocket when he tried to flirt with the cashier into giving him a few extra tokens.”

“HUNK!”

Keith shook his head fondly at his right hand man’s flustered and betrayed banter back and forth with Hunk. He turned to Pidge, who had a small blush on her face and a lingering smile playing on her lips as she swerved her fork left and right in her mashed potatoes. He rose a brow in question, “What about you, Pidge?”

“Huh?” She jumped up and paused swooshing her fork, almost dropping it.

“Do you have any first date experience you’d like to share?”

“I don’t think my input would help at all. If you haven’t noticed,” Pidge sassed, “I’m a tomboy and Allura is very girly. We’re both on the opposite ends of femininity.”

“Come on, Pidge,” Lance encouraged her, “You must know some advice for our emotionally constipated leader.”

Keith sent Lance a glare but the latter just winked.

“Oh, well, uh… no one’s ever asked me out on a date…” she trailed off.

“Really?” Lance was the first one to ask and Pidge almost jumped in her seat at the attention. Keith rose a brow at the two and he soon caught Hunk’s gaze, knowing immediately that the Samoan teen knew exactly what he was thinking about.

Phase 2 of Date Night has officially started.

“Then why don’t you three go out too while I take Allura out on a date?”

The two lovebirds blinked up at Keith and then looked at Hunk. He rose his arms and with a faux apologetic look he helped Keith out, “Sorry, guys, I can’t join you too. I already asked Shay if she wanted to go to my favorite restaurant with me and I can show her the jewels in a nearby abandoned mine.”

Keith rose an amused brow, “So it’s a triple date night?”

Pidge flushed immediately, which amused Keith because people did blush like that in front of their crush, and she stammered, “A d-date?”

Lance beamed at Pidge and leaned on his elbow, “Why not pigeon?”

“Don’t call me that,” she warned, an adorable “angry” (read: amused) face.

After a second of consideration she relented, “Fine. You better not screw it up, Lance.”

Lance smiled, “I would never.”

“That still doesn’t help the fact that I don’t know where to take Allura.”

“Come on, Keith, just think,” Hunk advised, “What’s something that Allura would love to see?”

Keith stopped and took a moment to consider his options. Allura is actually really homesick right now and is striving to find her people. She needs a break, though. She would really love to see anything that resembles something from Altea after seeing the Castle of Lions be destroyed and after losing her planet.

Keith paused.

He smiled.

He knew exactly where to take her.

He convinced himself that he will ask her after the meeting and before she can head for the med bay again. He had to. He wanted her to relax and also…he had to apologize for many things. He followed her out, but she was engaged in conversation with Romelle. Behind him, he could feel Lance, Hunk, and Pidge’s deep stares at his back and he took a deep breath.

Once they were out the door, he jogged behind the two girls and called out, “Allura!”

The yell came out a bit louder than he intended and he definitely got her attention. Allura turned around and smiled, “Hello, Keith. What is it?”

Keith stopped in front of them and he smiled softly, “Oh, nothing, really. I was just…uh…”

Allura smiled as she waited for him to finish and dang it there go the butterflies, Pidge you quiznaking liar.

“I-Would…Would you like to go out…tonight? Mom will be out with Acxa tonight making last minute preparations with the Blades so I’ll be alone. I was wondering if you’d like to eat dinner with…me?”

He was sure he had to be blushing right now. He’s never felt so nervous before. Behind her, he could see Romelle smiling knowingly at him, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge all joining her with the same look on her face and he was sure he was going to melt into a puddle of embarrassed blushes. Especially when he sees her dazzling smile and sympathetic face.

“I would love to, Keith, but I can’t,” he could see Hunk, Lance, and Pidge droop their heads behind them and he’s sure he would be doing the same if he wasn’t in her direct line of sight.

“Allura,” Romelle put a hand on her shoulder, “I know you’re worried about Luca, but we’re worried about you. It’ll be good for you to relax one night and clear your head.”

“Yeah,” Keith added, “You deserve some rest, princess.”

He blinked.

“Well, it doesn’t necessarily have to be with me. You can still relax without me. But I’d like to…relax…with you?”

He really wanted to die right there.

Allura turned to look at him and she smiled warmly and, almost immediately, his worries went away and he smiled softly back and he practically beamed when he heard her answer, “Dinner would be nice. I’d love to.”

Keith beamed, “Great! I-uh-I’ll see you tonight. In the truck garage. At six.”

“Okaayyyy,” Lance stepped in, grabbing Keith from his shoulders and pulling him away from the Princess, “Let’s go away slowly before you scare her off with your awkwardness.”

After Allura made one final check up with the Altean, both she and Romelle headed for the garden to find the Green Paladin. When the doors slid open, they found her working on some plants with her mother on the other side of the room. Allura walked in, followed closely by Romelle, and smiled, “Hello, Pidge. Do you have a moment?”

Pidge turned around, Allura noticing she’s unusually giddy this morning since lunch, and smiled, “Sure, Allura. What’s up?”

“Well, uh,” Allura trailed off, looking at corner of the room and way too flustered to continue.

Romelle, however, had no problem speaking out her thoughts and she grabbed Allura’s shoudlers in excitement and blurted out, “We need to go shopping! She has a date with flippity hair!”

Pidge’s smile faltered, “Shopping?”

The dreaded word sent shivers up her spine.

“Yes!” Romelle exclaimed, “Where do you buy proper courting vestments?”

Behind the trio, an amused laugh interrupted their conversation and the three turned to Colleen, who was eyeing her daughter with the same mischief Allura has seen on Pidge’s own face multiple times before.

“Katie? Fashion? That’s a good one.”

Allura smiled at the older woman’s joke and turned to Pidge once the girl started speaking, ignoring Romelle’s whispered, “I thought her name was Pidge.”

“I heard the mall has reopened. I’ve been wanting to check it out,” she eyed her mother, “but I’m grounded.”

“Grounded?” Romelle asked, “I wasn’t aware humans could float.”

“No, no. It just means I’m not allowed to leave my mom’s supervision. It’s a form of punishment.”

“What are you grounded for?” Allura asked, concern clearly etched on her face for her grounded friend.

“She’s grounded because apparently my daughter thinks that running away from home and gallivanting off into space without her mother’s permission is an acceptable activity for a 15-year-old.”

Allura blinked in surprise, but she really didn’t even have time to react before Katie-Pidge exploded, “Well, apparently finding my brother and saving my father from an intergalactic tyrant doesn’t get me a pass!”

Romelle hid behind Allura at the face-off of the Holt women, and Allura couldn’t blame her, she would have too after she saw Mrs. Holt’s face when she said, “Not on your life, young lady.”

Allura smiled nervously and intertwined her fingers together in a pleading way, “Please, Colleen. I could really use her help.”

Immediately, the air calmed down and Colleen smiled, “Well, now that you mention it. I was thinking about going to the mall today. I guess I’ll join you girls.”

“Moooom, please,” Pidge begged.

“Besides,” Colleen ignored her sulking daughter, “I won’t pass up a chance to help my daughter choose her outfit for her first date.”

“A date?” Allura asked, turning her body to look at Pidge and raising her eyebrow.

“With who?” Romelle asked, placing both hands on her shoulders and set her head right beside Pidge’s.

The girl in question fixed her glasses and looked away, “Well, uh, with Lance…”

“Pointy chin?!” Romelle exclaimed brightly.

Colleen smiled, seeing that her daughter was uncharacteristically flustered and decided to tease her further as an extension of her punishment, “Yes. Lance came by and asked Sam and I if we would let her off her punishment for tonight. Of course, we wouldn’t have said no to such a well-mannered boy. Also, Pidge seemed quite smitten when she introduced us the first time.”

“Mom!”

The older woman chuckled and decided that she’s provoked her daughter enough and decided to tend to her plants instead.

Allura smiled at the woman in thanks and plucked a growling Pidge off the ground and slid her way out of the room, “Thank you, Colleen. We’re going to go get the other girls while you watch over your plants.”

Keith stood in front of Coran’s door and he could already feel the intense overexcitement wafting out the door. But he had to do this if he wanted tonight to go right. He sighed and knocked on the door, surprised for it to immediately open once Coran asked, “Yes?”

Once the doors opened completely, Coran flipped his shirt and he grinned once he saw Keith at the threshold, “Ah, Keith! Come in, young lad! To what do I owe this visit?”

“Hey, Coran. I wanted to ask you about Allura.”

“Sure. What is it? No one knows her better than I do. Except for maybe the mice, but they have a telepathic connection to her, which seems like cheating to me.”

“Uh… yeah. Well, I have a date with her tonight and-”

“What?! A date?! But you’re not even royalty nor Altean. Much less Altean royalty!”

Keith backed up from Coran’s invasion of personal space and placed his hands on the older man’s shoulders to lightly pull him away, “I don’t think she cares about things like that Coran.”

“Did you even ask her primary guardian?”

Keith rose a brow, “Is that you?”

Coran grinned, “Yep!”

Soon Keith found himself being pushed out of his room, “Now count to zingor and knock.”

“But I don’t know the Altean numeri-”

Before he finished his sentence, Coran’s doors slid shut and Keith was left staring at the door and hearing buzzing and thumping on the other side of the door. He sighed and knocked, the buzzing and thumping immediately stopping and the doors slid open.

It looked as if Coran completely changed the room’s layout. Is that a fireplace? Keith blinked in surprise and then he saw Coran in a big chair facing a small bench and he was “smoking” a pipe, bubbles coming out of the end.

“Ah, Keith. Please come in, have a seat.”

Keith could already feel himself regretting this as he sat down in front of the exuberant man.

“Exactly what makes you think you’re qualified for such a prestigious position? For example, who are your references?”

“What are you talking about, Coran?”

“You see, I’ll need at least two notarized certificates of commendation speaking of your greatness from reliable sources before I’ll even consider giving you my approval,” Keith sighed.

“But since I know you to be an honorable young man, I’ll make an exception for you.”

Keith sighed in relief.

“But… you must do something about that outfit. Altean courting vestments are essential. Seeing as we’re not on Altea, we’ll just have to make do.”

Coran pulled out the most ridiculous get up Keith has ever seen and he inhaled deeply, “No way.”

Coran was left alone in the room.

Keith made his way inside the garage, grateful to see that Allura still hasn’t arrived yet and rushed to one of the garage doors and pressed a button to open it up. Behind it was a replica of his old bike there sitting in the dust. He flicked out a rag dangling from one of his belt loops and got to work.

He heard the doors of the garage slide open when he wiped away the last streak of dust on the bike. He stood up and leaned up against the bike. He realized he doesn’t exactly look cool with a rag in his hands and he threw it away from him in a second and crossed his arms. Allura emerged from behind a few trucks, looking around for him and he stayed quiet to just watch her and appreciate how she looked.

But she didn’t give him much time to check her out because she turned in his direction and smiled when she saw him. He smiled in return and took a few steps to meet her in the middle. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, not really knowing what to do with them and prayed to the ancients that he would somehow know what he was supposed to be doing.

“You look beautiful.”

He assumed he said the right thing because Allura’s cheeks got a soft blush on them. She smiled back warmly and pushed her hair behind her ear, “Thank you. You look very handsome.”

In reality, Keith was lucky enough that Lance had forced him to go out shopping a few days ago when he admitted that his old clothes don’t fit him any more. If not, he probably would have been wearing his Garrison uniform tonight.

He smiled, “Thanks.”

Once the two reached the hoverbike, he patted the seat and asked, “You ready?”

Allura looked at its side and rose a brow, “What is that? Some sort of pod?”

Keith chuckled and handed her a helmet, “Not really. It’s a hoverbike. It’s not really suited for transportation in space, but it’s really fun to ride on the surface.”

Allura slid the helmet on and watched Keith get on, “Have you ever ridden one?”

“Yeah, I used to ride these all the time with Shiro when I was a kid.”

Allura nodded and she clasped her hands together, waiting for some sort of instruction to handle the contraption. Keith turned around after prepping the hover bike and he held out a hand, “Get on behind me.”

Allura’s eyes widened, “What?”

Keith took her hand and led her to the open space behind him. Allura held on tight as she swung her leg over the bike, inwardly chuckling at how scandalized her mother would be if she saw how Allura was dressed and how close she was to Keith. Once Allura was situated, Keith brought her hand to his abdomen and squeezed her hand, prompting her to squeeze his shirt. With his other hand, he brought her other hand to do the same.

“You’re gonna want to hold on tight,” Keith suggested, a sense of pride swelling in his chest when he sees the faint blush on Allura’s cheeks grow with each passing second. He flicked his wrist, powering up the hoverboard and Allura gasped as the contraption glowed and lifted off the ground. She chuckled incredulously as they were floating off the ground and Keith smirked as he flicked his wrist again, prompting the hoverbike’s engine to rev and they both took off out of the Garrison’s garage doors.

Allura laughed in absolute joy at the wind pushing her hair back and squeezed Keith’s abdomen tighter as she leaned her head on top of his back to watch the desert whiz past them. A few minutes into the ride, she yelled, “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see soon enough. We’re almost there.”

She held on tight when she felt Keith go faster and she whooped as they descended down a hill. At the far corner of her peripheral, she could see a small, run-down building sitting in solitude before they took a sharp turn and headed for some rock formations.

They entered the rocky terrain and she marveled up at the rocks above her, awing at it’s strange beauty. Keith slowed down eventually and he stopped in front of a cave opening. Once the engine purred to a stop, he swung his leg over the seat and held a hand for Allura to get off the hoverbike. She took it gratefully and did the same, stumbling a bit since she was still a bit dizzy from the ride.

Keith quickly gave her his second arm for her to balance herself and asked softly, “You okay?”

She nodded, “Yes, thank you.”

He smiled and let go of her hands and Allura could have sworn he was blushing. She followed after him, carefully stepping over stray rocks and the rough terrain on the ground. Once Keith was deep enough inside, he turned around and smiled as Alura just looked around at the cave’s carvings.

She rose an eyebrow and studied them carefully, “Are these drawings?”

Keith held an amused look as she walked around the cave’s opening blinking at the drawings carved into the walls and suddenly it clicked, “Is this where you all found the Blue Lion?”

Keith nodded fondly and Allura’s beaming smile was brighter than any he’s seen before. This is amazing, she whispered and she lifted a hand to brush it over the carvings and, before she knew it, they all light up in a dazzling, glowing blue. She jumped away from it in surprise and awed at the beautiful display.

She turned around in a circle gasping when she saw the beautiful color light up the whole cave. She saw dazzling blue embers dancing around them both and she twirled, causing a small flurry of to spin around her. She laughed and opened her palm, beaming when a couple landed in her palm and glowed brightly before she blew them away to join their buddies again.

She turned and looked at Keith, surprised to find his gaze resting only on her. She blushed slightly and opted to watch the small embers again and whispered, “This is beautiful.”

Keith turned away too, convinced that his cheeks must also be flushed, and smiled fondly, “I thought you would say that.”

He offered her his hand again and Allura looked at it before looking back up at Keith. She took his hand slowly and allowed him to pull her along a small pathway. Eventually they came upon a flat opening and, there on the ground, she saw a small blanket and a basket sitting in the middle. Keith led her down the jagged steps and Allura giggled, “Are we having a picnic?”

He looked up at her with such insecurity, Allura just wanted to hug him. He broke eye contact and looked at the side, “Is that alright?”

Allura smiled encouragingly, “Of course! I haven’t had a picnic in deca-phoebs.”

His smile returned and Allura let him help her sit down on the floor, she folded her feet under her and smiled as Keith prepared the dinner. She looked around, noticing that there was a rush of water right beside them and found the sound calming. The area was lit up by multiple carvings, each one depicting a different story.

She was only entranced away from the carvings when a delicious smell wafted in the air. She turned her head and gasped in delight when she saw a plate before her and a strange food sitting and waiting to be devoured.

But it smelled delicious.

“Keith,” she trailed away.

“I’m not much of a cook. Nothing close to Hunk,” he started, looking away shyly, “But I did have to cook for myself a few years once I moved out of my foster parent’s home. This is something I would cook all the time.”

She took a fork in hand and stabbed one of the small bits of the dinner, being smacked in the face with the appetizing smell, and took it all in one bite. She sighed in content at the burst of flavor and almost moaned as she chewed.

“This is absolutely divine, Keith,” she stabbed another small bit, “What is it?”

“It’s macaroni with beef and tomatoes. It’s really simple, not that big of a deal.”

“This is better than anything I’ve ever eaten at home. It’s truly delicious.”

Keith chuckled and looked away, “Thanks, Princess.”

At the foreign nickname, Allura paused and dropped her hand beside the plate. She sighed, “You don’t have to call me that, Keith.”

He blinked and finished chewing before asking, “What do you mean?”

“I’m no longer a princess, Keith. My planet’s gone and my people don’t even know I exist.”

Keith furrowed his eyebrows, “And?”

“Well-”

“Princess, no matter what. You are who you are. Nothing changes that. My whole life… I was light years away from anything related to my mom. That doesn’t change I’m part Galra, does it?”

Allura looked up at Keith and was immediately struck by his soft features looking back at her. He shifted his hand a bit to brush against hers and whispered, “No matter what the circumstances are, you are the Princess of Altea. That will never change. So I’ll always call you the title you deserve.”

Allura returned his soft smile and she enveloped him in a tight hug. Keith froze for a second, not expecting the sudden affection, but he eventually returned the embrace and hugged her tight. Allura whispered a soft and broken, “Thank you.”

Keith sighed and pulled away, meeting Allura’s happy smile with sadness in his eyes and he whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

Allura rose an inquisitive brow and prompted him to continue, “I said horrible things to you when we were stuck in space.”

“Keith it’s alright, you weren’t yourself at the time.”

“The thing is,” Keith whispered breathlessly and turned away in shame, “I was actually thinking along those lines. Not about your father. That comment came up on the fly. But what I said about you and Lotor? Yeah, I was thinking about that for a while.”

Allura gasped and whispered softly and slightly hurt, “Keith…”

“I never blamed you, though. I actually always blamed myself,” he admitted and looked up at her apologetically, “Maybe if I was there with the team, I wouldn’t have let Lotor hurt you guys so close,” he turned away again guiltily, “I was mad at myself for leaving you all. I was mad for leaving you, Allura.”

His voice hitched when he felt Allura grab his hand and he looked up, finding her own guilty face staring back at him, “Well, to tell you the truth, my comment also came the heart. I was always wondering why you would leave us and I thought to myself that it was my fault that you left. That I didn’t act to stop you from leaving us in the most crucial moment of the war.”

She squeezed his hand and Keith found himself unable to look away from her blue eyes and she whispered brokenly, “We needed you with us, Keith. Why did you leave?”

Keith licked his lips, “I guess it’s because I didn’t feel like the leader you all deserved. I was becoming so attached to you all, I got scared.”

Allura grabbed his cheek and whispered, “Scared of what?”

Keith looked up at her and his eyes shined a low indigo under the blue highlights and whispered back, “I was scared of losing you.”

A deep sense of dread was in the pit of her stomach when Keith continued, “Everyone I’ve ever loved was taken away from me in one way or another and I didn’t want that to happen to you guys. You all became my family. I didn’t know what to do.”

Allura smiled and nodded softly, “I felt the same way. You all became my family when I lost Altea. You all became my only. Here though,” she exhaled, “I feel like everyone has a home to return to. All except for me.”

Keith was the one who initiated the hug this time, softly wrapping his arms around her and whispering a faint, “I love you.”

She pulled away slowly and she stared at him incredulously and whispered a faint, “What?”

Keith lifted a hand to cradle her head and his fingers scratched her scalp. He looked down at her lips and back up to her eyes, “I love you.”

He joined their foreheads together, “I love you so much…I never felt like I belonged anywhere. Not really. It’s like a part of me was telling my that my place wasn’t on Earth. But meeting you? Working with you? I truly felt at home. I wanna be your home, Allura. Just like you are mine.”

Allura smiled softly, having never been more moved by anyone’s words in her life and she saw Keith leaning in slowly. She closed her eyes and closed the gap in between them, finally joining their lips together. She lifted up her hand to lose itself in Keith’s scalp and her other laid flat on his chest. His other hand laid on her waist and the two stood there comfortably, sliding their lips against the other softly and lovingly, drinking up everything the other had to offer.

They only let go when they heard a soft beep from Keith’s phone. They pulled apart reluctantly, smiling and chuckling once they saw the other’s red lips and Keith took out his phone to check what it was in case it was an emergency. Allura laid her head on his shoulder as he checked what it was and she giggled softly when she saw what it was.

On Keith’s phone screen was a selfie that Lance and Pidge took. Pidge was smiling up at the camera, her eyes closed as Lance plopped a kiss on her cheek, slightly lifting her glasses off her face. There was a small caption at the bottom saying a short, “Thanks, Keith,” with blue and green hearts. Keith chuckled along and asked softly, “Do you want to send them one?”

Allura nodded and Keith lifted his hand at an angle. Once Allura was smiling up at the camera, he plopped a kiss on her forehead. Even after the picture was taken, he planted one final kiss on her lips, prompting her to giggle, before he sent the picture. Theirs was sent with a short caption too, “My pleasure.”

Later, once Keith finally cleaned up from their date, he led her out of the cave and towards his lion, which she assumed he summoned while they were on their date, and helped her climb up onto Black’s head. He sat down with his legs extended and helped her take her seat in between his legs. She leaned back against his firm chest and they both watched the sun set. After a few more kisses exchanged, Allura was sure that this was her new favorite past time. Being cuddled up in the arms of the man she loves is the best feeling: safety and warmth and love.

She pauses.

She smiles and nuzzles into him more.

She realizes that she feels at home.

#kallura #my works #allureith #rosegold #juniblade #sharpening my juniblade

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Your biromantic ace Lance headcanon... I just? Love it so much?? I’ve noticed people never headcanon the flirty people as ace, so I love ace!Lance.

It was honestly inspired because... watching things like Lance talking about Allura in his vlog, it betrays that there’s a pretty harsh divide between how he really experiences attraction and how he thinks he should seem attracted. Him gushing about how cool Allura is and then hastily correcting it to how he’s sure that Allura thinks he’s cool.

With that, and how much he talks about what seem to be kinda old-school action movies, I think it’s pretty clear where Lance gets this attitude of he should be the passive ladykiller who draws people to him when it’s much more Lance’s nature to just... adore someone. He’s really, at his heart, this sweet, sentimental guy and that part of his personality is really adorable when it comes out.

The idea that he’s acting about sexual attraction is, and I touched on this a bit in the post, was that s4e4 gave all of the paladins very fake, shallow reads of them that are fundamentally untrue. Shiro as a generic beauty with nothing important to say, Hunk as a bumbling buffoon, Pidge as someone just blathering off meaningless nonsense science, Allura Keith as an arrogant lone wolf who’s only isolated because he’s too cool for this teamwork thing.

The main conflict in s4e4 is this schism between the acted personas and the real people, and even before we really get into those personas, we discover something interesting about the team: all of them, including the charismatic Shiro and the stated diplomats Hunk and Allura, are positively wooden actors.

The only person who acts well, without any instruction, and consistently does the best the entire episode?

Lance.

And Lance’s persona stands out- because he’s framed as the “loverboy”, mister romance, flirtatious, and- at an incredibly superficial read, that seems like that’s true to character, in contrast to everybody else’s.

But it’s not.

Lance is not a sexual lover- and, it’s very clear that his persona is. He practically does a pole dance hanging from the Red Lion. This is- hedged in a g-rated show- blatant sex appeal.

Which sends a very interestingly complicated message. It tells us that casanova Lance isn’t real- but also, that Lance, out of the team, is the best at playing something he’s not. Allura sort of manages Keith’s role by being literally too frustrated to participate, making her seem aloof and stoic. Hunk has his role externally manipulated onto him. Shiro and Pidge are just stewing in discomfort the entire time and arguing with Worm Coran about what he’s expecting of them.

Lance is the only one who isn’t uncomfortable the entire time. And his input? Whatever he’s doing, the audience loves it. He’s basking in the approval of his fans, signing autographs, listening to the cheering.

At this point- that’s more important to Lance than the fact that he’s pretending to be something he’s not. And again, of everything they could’ve chosen to be Lance’s fake persona, they chose casanova.

So I guess the headcanon sprouted out of that: if Lance is faking his relationship with sexuality, then is it possible he actually doesn’t feel sexual attraction at all? Again, that’d be hard if his main role models he’s looking up to are old-school male action movie heroes- pretty much every macho man action hero is frequently defined by having lots and lots of sex with lots and lots of beautiful women.

Assuming Lance was exposed to this young, and going off the implication that Lance doesn’t really have a strong relationship with his own orientation as much as an expected orientation- that would do a lot of damage. It’d be fundamentally alienating. But it’s also hard to articulate an absence of that sort of thing- and I’m drawing a bit from my own experiences as an asexual person here. For the longest time, I simply assumed that sex was something I’d inevitably want once I got to the Right Place and the Right Person. Suddenly this desire would just, unfold. Clearly.

(Spoiler: it didn’t.)

The vlog also further highlights a lot of what s4e4 implies about Lance- because while Lance isn’t the only one to share things he’d rather not, Lance is the only one we see actively discussing the possibility of doctoring the footage afterwards.

Lance is very concerned about his image. How he’s seen, how he presents himself, this is not an effortless thing. Hell, Lance’s personal grooming routine, introduced as early as s1e2, even tells us that out of the team he’s the one that puts the most thought and effort into his appearance. It isn’t a joke- it’s establishing characterization.

The reason why s4e4 doesn’t have Lance struggling with being saddled with this fake extra personality is “Loverboy Lance” is a piece of baggage he’s had since the first episode.

Like- let’s go over Allura, who Lance actually does have a full-blown crush on at this point, even if I don’t think it’s reciprocated or, really going anywhere.

We see three phases of Lance meeting Allura. The first two fit very cohesively with what we know are Lance’s virtues, and who Lance is as a person. Allura startles awake, calls out for her father, and then starts collapsing.

Before anybody else processes this sudden turn of events, Lance panics- he runs over to Allura and catches her so she doesn’t hit the ground. In that instant, he has no idea who this person is and hasn’t really processed what she looks like- all he cares about is that she’s going to get hurt. It’s a very knee-jerk, heart-on-sleeve moment of compassion.

And this is who Lance is! He feels things, right there, and obviously- he’s a good guy who does good just because it’s the most natural reflexive thing to him. This is the same Lance who shoves Coran, then a relative stranger, away from a bomb, and draws Iverson’s attention and lets him say some very hurtful things to protect Pidge, who’s been mostly just rebuffing Lance’s friendship and criticizing him at that point.

He helps because it just plain doesn’t occur to him not to.

And then Allura looks up- and Lance sees her face for the first time and it strikes him he’s holding a beautiful woman in his arms.

This is not the face of a casanova. It’s, again, that kind of immediate emotions-first response; he’s sweating, his expression is nervous. This is where a crush he’s continued to harbor for four seasons now first takes root, but immediately, he doesn’t want to mess this up- and that’s when we see a very marked shift:

Loverboy appears.

In contrast to his first two reactions, this is unsympathetic, and it’s very fake. This is the facet of Lance that Allura first insults and then immediately loses patience with because he’s flirting rather than answering her questions or taking her seriously. Because as soon as Lance decides he values Allura’s opinion of him, he whips out this fake personality and puts it on.

Because for Lance’s action hero idols, this kind of smarmy attitude works without a hitch. He’s trying to be James Bond. But in the real world that isn’t pretty much an outright power fantasy, that doesn’t work- and if Lance had kept being the sincere, mildly-smitten but mostly worried person he shows time and time again when surprised, stressed, and focused on everything other than how other people see him, he’d have been fine.

This, I think, way more than Lance fearing his lack of a role, is the underlying implication behind his insecurity and his never hearing the virtues or stated “identity” of the Blue Lion.

It’s not that Lance’s role is undefined or he needs to find it. Because remember- the reason why Lance doesn’t hear Blue’s virtues is he interrupts Allura to push his own fantasy.

I can’t think he didn’t do that on purpose. All of the other paladins have their Lions described and then given to them- Hunk is clearly not expecting to be paired with Yellow after Allura describes his temperament. But Lance already knows which Lion is his- and he cuts off Allura before she tells him what the Blue Lion is like.

Which frankly? Sounds like the behavior of someone who’s scared about what he’s going to hear- rather than desperately hanging on Allura’s words to tell him who he is. Lance at the start of the show just plain doesn’t think he’s good enough. And Loverboy is just his poison of choice to defend himself- taking the superbly-confident fictional men he’s watched and making that a defensive mask he can brandish at any situation that makes him uncomfortable or insecure.

Think about Lance calling himself the “cool ninja sharpshooter” when- even establishing himself as a sniper, Lance overwhelmingly uses his scope and range on the battlefield to check on all his friends, quip and joke with them, and play support rather than stoically sneaking out and precisely headshotting the most important target. He’s a friendly mother hen with a gun. Impressive marksman? Yes. Stoic assassin as implied by “cool ninja”? Well... there’s a reason Keith thought that was a joke and it’s not because he doesn’t think Lance is good with a gun.

So the rough tenets of Loverboy is: he is very sexual, he’s always composed and cool in every situation, and everyone is supposed to like him. He’s James Bond.

But the thing about Loverboy, as spotlighted by s4e4, is it’s not real. It’s fake. And the further Lance progresses as a character the more he’s letting this mask crumble away, in huge chunks.

Lance’s moments of strength as a character- s3e1 and his connection with Keith, the instance that makes Red decide he’s worthy of connecting with, and s4e6 supporting Allura- come from a point where Lance’s reflexive compassion surges forth not only with intensity, but a sense of complete calm. It’s Lance affecting a soft, serious, benevolent demeanor.

Because the Blue Lion is the ultimate nurturer. The lover, not as smoldering libido, but that softly takes their beloved’s hands and sees all the universe in their eyes. It’s the kind of love that looks at someone and understands, and accepts their faults, and sees all of their strengths, whether that’s a friend or a crush.

Insecure, vulnerable, uncertain Lance attempts to seduce, attempts to brag, attempts to posture, and it’s a very selfish kind of love- it’s a love that attempts to make everything about him. “Uh, I mean, I’m sure Allura thinks I’m strong and cool and pretty”. And he’s not very good at it.

Confident, certain Lance, at the height of his power doing what he does best- he supports, he understands, he reads right through people and responds with compassion and empathy and a sense of surrendering to a kind of higher flow. And that’s not always serious! I would argue that the Lance we see utterly smitten in the vlog, gushing about man have you seen Allura she’s so great and wonderful and pretty- is his true self acting out. Again, it’s his nature to adore and his nature to support. There’s a reason this kid is a leg pilot through and through, and arguably moved to Red because Keith needed him there.

Since love is such a big deal to Lance, it’s thus not surprising that romance is stated to be something significant in his arc. And I think this whole thing of transcending the immature casanova archetype that he tries to hide behind- of becoming more certain in himself and embracing his true virtues- could tie very nicely to an arc with Lance beginning a relationship based on what his actual needs and wants are, rather than the expectations tied to the Loverboy persona.

Because the real relationships that Lance flourishes with are supportive ones. He heavily connects with Plaxum as an intelligent rebel and someone whose cause he supports and situation he’s concerned by before he ever finds out she’s a beautiful mermaid and thus someone he’s attracted to and might want to pull out Loverboy to deal with.

Now- reading Lance as a biromantic ace who’s been struggling with trying to live up to what can only be called a violently heterosexual ideal isn’t necessarily essential to this arc, but, I think it would fit very nicely here- especially because there’s this thing of when women have seemed totally into Lance, he never once makes any motion towards pursuing sex or even expresses interest therein. He verbally espouses a great desire for intimacy, both romantic and platonic, and I think that’s sincere, but Lance made a raunchy joke only once over the course of four seasons.

#voltron legendary defender #vld #Lance #readmore #thirty-two paragraphs later......#whoops I've got some feelings about Lance and romance #Anonymous

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