#shiro/pidge fic

[ronihilator]

the voices in the wall are telling me to draw a pirate vld au...... im being influenced..... completely out of my control....

[autisticlancemcclain]

Could you explain your position on Shallura? Since Allura was established as a teenager when she started dating Lance and Shiro was very clearly an adult. I can understand the bi shiro headcannon but the shallura thing worries me

i am going to remind yall that i have been in this fandom since 2016. and in the early seasons, allura was not established as a teenager. in fact she was coded as older, as closer to shiro's age -- there was a specific divide between her and the younger paladins that she did not have with shiro. they made her younger (both explicitly and in mannerisms) as the show went on. and i do not give a fuck about voltron like...post s4 and i didn't even watch s7-8. so like. especially with older fics, im going to enjoy shallura.

[weaponizedducks]

favourite kind of zukka fics is when zuko is chaotic besties with katara and katara is fucking gay enabler no.1 and she can see the fucking doomed yaoi pining with her extraspecial supersonic Gay Vision so she shoves them off a cliff or into a leprechaun closet Together while suki laughes and hakoda watches in fear

[kickis-conan-king]

I want a Voltron fanfic that uses the ideas of the “humans are space orcs” thing. Like why were humans of all creatures mystically chosen by the universe to be the paladins this time around when last time a different species entirely were assigned to each lion? Oh, I’ll tell you why. Humans are pursuit predators-they have perfected the kind of stamina required to hunt down a 10,000 yr old empire. As a species they managed to stick around long enough to evolve sentience not because of any particular advantage they hold over the rest of the beings on earth but bc of their sheer ability to survive. Good luck killing these guys, Zarkon. Humans are naturally primed to pack bond which is why these paladins are able to form Voltron immediately and it’s part of what makes them so dangerous. Earth is a planet of many cultures, unlike most of the planets seen in the show which for simplicity’s sake seem to have one planet wide culture. This exposure to so many different cultures makes them exceptionally good at forming alliances-perfect skill when leading a war effort. They are inventive, able to digest most anything, able to live through broken bones, and come from a hell planet. Evolution basically made the perfect kind of creatures to pilot the lions. The Alteans are also from a hell world but they developed things like shape shifting and super strength and quintessence sensitivity to beat it-humans didn’t do that. They did something else and it’s far more terrifying.

[cateyeswrites]

The feeling of Falling, a feeling I thought was set in stone.

(Ambiguous partner for Lance) One late night Hunk and Lance chat

Ao3

It’s late when Lance answers Hunk's video call, he still has a mountain of students' assignments to finish grading but he could always get them done at home or in the morning if he came to school early enough. Sometimes it felt surreal to Lance that he had his life, that he had, speaking with his friends and former paladins didn't make it feel any more real. 

He had been talking to Hunk about intergalactic laws that made it hard for him and Shay to adopt different alien kids that weren't Balmera when the conversation shifted to him. 

"And how is teaching going?" Hunk asked, "Are you still enjoying it?" 

He shrugs a small laugh slipping out, "Let's just say I kind of understand why Iverson was the dick he was to me" he chuckles sadly as that nagging feeling in his chest appears. 

"Lance," Hunk says his name softly, eyes no longer shining with happiness. “ We have talked about it, what he did, the way he treated you, that is not how you treat a kid.” Hunk said, “Or am I wrong? Do you ever try to speak to your students like that? Do you make them feel small and insecure?” 

Lance shrinks into himself, he knows that he would never speak to a kid the way Iverson did to him-  the unnecessary cruelty that man inflicted on Lance, the way he made him feel so sad and lonely not only that but for many years Lance truly thought he had been a useless asset, a seventh wheel, some spare thing that the rest of the team had to deal with him and God was it hard to deal with those feelings but more than anything it had been so much worse to confront his teammates about the way they had made him feel, specially Pidge. 

Pidge and he had been close at the beginning, they were part of the garrison trio with Hunk, they had been friends for a while back then but then after the revelation that she was a girl and Shiro disappearing, she did a 180 and had almost made it her mission to make Lance feel like an idiot and now as an adult he could understand that she was going through her own hell and dealing with her own demons, losing both her brother and father, looking through them in space but it most definitely didn't allow her to speak to him in a way it made him want to never speak again or how every time they interacted he wanted to hide. 

He wishes he could have talked to Allura about it too, even in the short time they were together they never really talked about intimate things like his feelings and his experience in space or… the time he died. He didn't regret, saving Allura but till this day sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night frightened, surrounded by darkness and the feeling of falling. 

“No,” he whispered and shook his head, “Of course not.” he sighed and wrapped his arms around himself. 

Hunk gives him a small smile, “Have I ever told you how grateful I am for your sister?” he says as he picks up a picture on his desk.

“Huh?” he reacts confused, “Rachel?” he asks, he knew Hunk had asked for Rachel’s help once or twice for diplomatic reasons when dealing with other planets' governments.

Hunk snorts, “ NO, Veronica,” he says putting down the photo, at the new angle Lance could see it was a picture of his family and Hunk at his engagement party.

“Oh? No, I don't think we have ever talked about it.” 

“When Allura died, no one knew how to help you or truly even really speak to you.” Hunk admits with some regret but there is also some acceptance like he had enough time to make peace with it. “What we went through, being kids fighting in a war changed us, and maybe not for the better but it did nonetheless.” He states, “But the way Allura and space change you Lance, it frightened me.” 

Lance froze not knowing how to react to this admission. 

“I had known you for so long but after coming back to earth you had shut yourself and now that years have gone through I can admit that maybe I could have done better on my end but I was also a kid.” he admits with a small smile, “ I had this fear that you were ready to give up and that Allura dying was the last straw, that you would lose everything that made lance, my best friend.” Hunk whispers and there is a sniffle and he can see Hunk whip some tears away. “ No one knew how to talk you through your grief and then you started speaking about the farm and Alluras life and message and what Allura wanted and what you wanted for her memory” 

Lance can't do more than just stare at his hands hearing about this. 

“ I rarely heard about you,” Hunk says and Lance nods feeling the tears build up in his eyes. “ About what you wanted to do”

“But one day on one of our group calls, you talked about Veronica and how she had told you about becoming a pilot teacher and all the help that was needed at the garrison and I saw it for a moment I saw the spark of the boy who found the Blue lion,” Hunk stops and takes a breath. “ Then you got the job and Lance…” He pauses again, “ It was like you were back.” 

Lance remembers he remembers very well how Veronica was the only one who didn't tip-toe around him and his emotions. How she one day burst into his room and ripped his sheets away from him and yelled at him, crying, feeling scared because even tho he wasn't dead she felt like she had lost her brother. That day he got up and spent the whole day at the garrison helping out, by accident meeting the new cadets. It had been love at first sight. He laughs thinking about Allura and his supposed love for her, yeah not even his spouse could rival his love for his job and the kids. 

Lance tries to say something but it gets stuck in his throat and gives Hunk a teary smile, hunk gives him one back, and they stay in silence for a bit when he feels his phone vibrate and there is a new message 

1 new text message 

Hey I know is a late night at the school but the kids are asking for you.

1 new text message 

And I miss you 

1 new text message 

And they are asking for your cooking. 

He snorts and wipes his eyes with his sleeve.

The sound catches hunks attention, “ Everything okay?” he asks but he has a huge smile on his face having a suspicion of who was texting him. 

“Yeah yeah dude,” he answers with a bright smile and a more cheerful tone.

“ Your other job?” Hunk jokes, amusement, and endearment in his tone. 

“Well you know what they say,” he shrugged, “ Being a dad is a full-time job even when you already have a full-time job,” he says packing some stuff in his bag, to him seems like he had done enough work for today and honestly the only thing he wanted was going home and be with his family. 

His kids and his spouse.

Hunk laughs and observes Lance getting ready to leave, he smiles proudly at his best friend. 

“You know Hunk,” he says looking at his best friend leaving on the desk, “I'm also grateful for my sister,” he says. “If it wasn't for her who knows where I would be,” 

Hunk decides to avoid thinking of that, “ I don't know buddy but you are here, you are happy and that is the most important thing.” 

“ Yeah, you are right,” he says, “ I'll see you, buddy, I expect you to come over soon, I miss you,” he says honestly. 

“I will try my best to be home soon,” he replies, “ Love you, buddy,” 

“ Love ya, buddy,” he answers and hangs up the call.

After he presses the button, he stays there thinking, where would he be if Veronica hadn't dragged his ass out of his grief? Would he be happy? Would he be alone? No partner and no kids? Would he have a purpose or a career? 

He shakes his head and smiles even when some tears make it out and go down his cheeks. ‘

He is happy, very happy. He has proved everyone who doubted him wrong. 

He is very successful as a teacher and earth's best snipper, he is the favorite teacher and sometimes the favorite parent. 

He is no seventh wheel, he was voltrons blue paladin. 

He breathes in calming his urge to cry and looks down at his phone with a picture of his kids. 

And if he feels a very cool sensation surround him almost as if blue was there again with him, hugging him. That's just a bonus to how good he feels after his conversation with Hunk.

[rainingfishandfrogs]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lance & Voltron Paladins, Lance & Lance (Voltron) Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: Lance (Voltron) Deserves Better, Hurt No Comfort, Lance stands up for himself, Lance (Voltron)-centric, BAMF Lance (Voltron), Lance leaves voltron, Cuban Lance (Voltron), Rebel Lance (Voltron), Leader Lance (Voltron), Rebel Leader Lance, Badass Lance, i love lance okay! he's my fav character from this series and i love him, Comfort No Hurt, Lance (Voltron) Angst, Hurt Lance (Voltron), Minor Keith/Lance (Voltron), Angry Lance (Voltron), sorry the team's a little mean in this, Bittersweet Ending, self love bitches! Summary:

Lance is late to a meeting with Team Voltron, but why should he go? Or even care? He's not a member of the team anymore.

[yourbustedkneecaps]

is anyone still into vld? i’m delving back into a fic i started in 2020 and idk if i should put it out here or not

lmao if you’re interested hit me up in the comments or smth <3

[a-fools-errand]

New fic idea? With no title yet? And I don’t really have a summary just yet, but basically it’s a voltron The Forest au (bc ive been playing way too much of that game). Think a bit like the tv show Lost? Or The Wilds? But with more comedy and it’s also pretty close to crack treated seriously, featuring Keith having to be the leader of a ragtag group of survivors as everyone slowly becomes more crazy than even he is. And Lance being a badass, and everyone being a badass really. Anyway, let me know if you think it’s interesting enough to post on ao3??

Also! I should note, Keith and Lance are strangers in this fic and I, for one, firmly believe that Lance would flirt with anything with legs if it wasn't for the fact that Keith and him were rivals in canon.

CW: A plane crash, minor injuries including bruising and a bit of blood, and a dead body

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Keith’s head was ringing something fierce as he came back to a slow consciousness. God, maybe this was why he never slept on planes if this was the apparent outcome. He blinked out the stubborn weariness from his eyes. The sound -the real sound- slowly welled back up, birds chirping distantly. 

…Wait, birds? Why would he be hearing birds on a plane-?

And that’s when he saw it. Over the tops of the shitty main cabin seats in front of him, between the useless dangling oxygen masks, there was a forest. 

Not like out the window or like some fake painted on trees to make it not seem like they weren’t in a metal tube flying high in the sky. There was an actual forest filled with actual trees a good few rows in front of him, all framed by the broken-in-half plane. 

Ok, no, maybe he did sleep on planes because that absolutely wasn’t real. Not a chance in hell. Keith sat up to try and find more evidence that this was clearly just a stress dream, only to cry out in abrupt stabbing pain from his midsection. He looked down, wincing as he pulled out his shirt slightly. He was met with his own skin painted with a mirage of angry purples and blues around the edges of where the thick seatbelt still held him in place. 

A bruise. He had a bruise all along his lower stomach. Which would make sense to have if the seatbelt stopped him from going forward extremely abruptly. Like, let’s say, in the event of a plane going from some super fast speed that Shiro would know to an absolute and utter zero. And that only happened when… 

In a second of what he would later convince himself was momentary hysteria, all he could think was, damn, looks like we aren’t making it to the connecting terminal on time.

He then much more rationally jolted forward in his seat again (and was greeted with the same sparking pain) at the fact that the plane had fucking crashed. What the fuck? What the FUCK?!

As quick as lightning, Keith undid the stupid seatbelt and turned to Shiro beside him. The man was still out like a light, but breathing, thank fuck. He checked diligently for anything seriously wrong (shrapnel, lacerations, currently bleeding anything- oh god, oh fuck? What was happening?). 

Somewhere near Shiro’s hair and all across his nose area was covered in dried blood, a bruise forming around the former. That definitely meant a concussion, right? Keith wasn’t a doctor, he had no idea how to check that. The blood seemed to be slowing to a crawl, which was probably good.

There wasn’t anything majorly wrong on his body so it seemed. Or at least, there wasn’t anything wrong that wasn’t already wrong. His arm was missing, which sounded terrible until it was taken into account that it was his already amputated arm… From a plane crash… A different plane crash… Oh, Shiro was going to be so pissed when he woke up. Who gets into two plane crashes??

A groan coming from directly behind him derailed that train of thought. Keith whipped around to look at the source of the noise (much to his strongly protesting body). A tanned, narrow-faced guy somewhere around Keith’s own age was slowly blinking his way into consciousness just like Keith had. His face was full of freckles and what looked like only a few slight bruises from where Keith could see. Overall, the other… survivor looked to be in about as good a shape as Keith was. 

Jesus, just the thought of saying ‘survivor’ was not really sinking in. They had survived a fucking plane crash. That wasn’t a thing that just happened, much less twice in Shiro’s case. He even joked that he was flying with Shiro because lightning never struck the same spot twice. Evidently, it fucking did. Maybe he shouldn’t have tempted the universe like that… 

“Mullet?”

Keith refocused on the guy now staring at him, scoffing at the incredibly slurred and equally confused ‘nickname’.

“Are you… dying or whatever?” Keith asked.

The guy tilted his head, his face scrunching up at the question until he refocused on the mask sitting securely on his nose. He yanked it off as careful as a band-aid, watching it strangely as it bounced back up toward the ceiling.

The guy turned back to Keith, a silent question in his eyes. It seemed to answer itself though, as the stranger’s widening eyes filled with the soft sunlight trickling in over Keith’s shoulder.

“Ho-ly crow,” The other survivor shook himself like that’d get him to wake up. Keith understood the feeling.

“I… I think the plane went down,” Keith winced at his own statement. Obviously the fucking plane went down. No plane landed fine with only half of it left, especially not just the back half.

“Looks like it,” The guy replied hollowly before his face filled with alarm, “Oh my god! Hunk! Pidge!”

Blue Shirt (he really needed to learn this guy's name, but that would have to do for now) turned to his oddly named friends. Which was Hunk and which one was Pidge, Keith had no idea. They seemed to be like Shiro, alive but not quite up yet, if the sigh of relief Blue Shirt let out said anything.

The guy turned back to Keith with a lot more awareness, “What happened??”

“Like I said, the plane-”

“No, no, I don’t need the obvious! Clearly!” The guy frantically gestured over the seats, “I meant like, how are we even, you know?”

“Alive?” Keith finished, “I don’t have a damn clue.”

“And what about everyone else?” Blue Shirt asked.

Keith tilted his head.

“Like, the other people. There was a- a cute, little elderly couple right over there,” Blue Shirt pointed across the aisle, “Where did they go? Where did everyone else go?”

Probably thrown from the plane, Keith’s mind darkly supplied. He didn’t, however, want to come off as a complete freak to the only other survivor awake right now.

“Maybe they already got out?” Keith tried (and failed) to sound optimistic.

The guy frowned, seemingly trying to process that, “...Right. Okay. And they probably just left us because… because… Because! They didn’t know how injured we were, and that’s, like, a rule! Totally! You don’t move the injured people because their spines could be damaged and everything! Trust me, I’ve watched all of Grey’s Anatomy, even the truly bad seasons.”

Very trust-inducing, Keith didn’t voice. He nodded tentatively despite that thought. 

Blue shirt stood- oh goddamnit, this was getting annoying, “Hey, what’s your name?”

“Hm?” The guy stretched out in the aisleway, pain evident in his face, “Oh, um, right. The name’s Lance, but you can call me the man of your dreams.”

“W- what?” Keith definitely didn’t squeak that out. Also his face definitely didn’t go tomato red. Also his heart didn’t feel like it just had a palpitation. Also- You know what, shut the fuck up. How was he supposed to react to that?? Who realized they were in a plane crash and immediately f- flirts with the only other awake survivor??? 

Lance (the man of Keith’s apparent dreams, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the-) grimaced in what looked like sincere apology, “Sorry, sorry, not the place. I think my head’s a bit, uh, scrambled, you know? From all this? Anyway, what’s your name, Mullet Man?”

“...Keith,” He dragged out of his mouth (stop fucking staring at the pretty guy who just trauma-flirted with you), “And it’s not a mullet.”

Lance put a hand on his hips, or tried to. He winced at the touch and let it drop, “Puh-lease. I spotted that thing the moment you walked on the plane. Shorter in the front?”

“I guess,” Keith answered tersely.

“And longer in the back?” Lance raised an eyebrow.

“Yes?”

“Ha! See, that’s literally the definition of a mullet: business in the front party in the-” Lance abruptly choked on the air, hand going to cover his mouth as his eyes went wide as saucers. He stumbled backwards, grabbing on to the flimsy blue seats to stop himself from falling completely, “O- oh my god.”

Keith stood ready to catch Lance, expecting to see him losing blood or something, “What’s wrong?”

With a face three shades paler, Lance pointed over Keith’s shoulder. Was… was he just now processing their wrecked plane? Even after they talked about it? Nevermind. Trauma was weird sometimes. That was what his old therapist used to say at least. Maybe it was still settling and that’s why Lance kept going on weird, unnecessarily long tangents?

“The plane crashed,” Keith repeated slowly like he was talking to a spooked deer, “Are you hurt or-?”

“N- no, Keith, look,” Lance demanded, voice shaking.

Keith turned in confusion to follow Lance’s eyes only to be meet with-

Oh.

Oh.

A woman -one of the stewardesses, Keith assumed by the neatly pressed uniform- laid dead-eyed in front of them. Her limbs were sprawled out, her head haloed by the bent edges of where the broken plane met the open air. Grimly, Keith thought that that made sense. Of course not everyone would survive a goddamn plane crash. 

But then he noticed what killed her. It wasn't being tossed by the aggressive turbulence, nor was it the excess metal shrapnel from around the edge of their halved plane, no. 

Glimmering there in all the glory of the midday sun was a bloodied axe buried squarely in the middle of her chest.

[graphx]

VOLTRON HIRAETH AU!!

(link to my page here :D) https://archiveofourown.org/users/GraphX

Basically a rundown of the plot I have planned so far! I will be writing and posting in order on AO3!

But there are some specific scenes I wanted to write because I don't have the patience or time to write everything in order(I'll be posting them here under the Hiraeth AU tag) THIS ENTIRE THING IS GEN BTW!!!

Hiraeth

(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for lost places of your past

• Allura from another reality goes quintessence crazy after defeating Haggar at the cost of the lives of the other Paladins

• She goes from universe to universe trying to gather enough quintessence to bring back her reality that she accidentally tore apart but only gets worse and worse the more quintessence she is exposed to

• In the current universe she experiments with quintessence and accidentally kills her parents along with Zarkon and Honerva. Villian!Allura turns the blame to the Galra, causing the Allura of this universe to wage war on them as the only successor to the Altean throne.

• Lotor tries to convince Allura that her other self is lying to her but she doesn't believe it, leaving Lotor to flee from the Galran commanders trying to kill him to gain the throne(he goes into hiding before organizing a resistance after meeting the other generals)

• Villian!Allura is concerned that the Paladins of this universe will try to stop her so she destroys Earth

• However prior to the Altean invasion the Kerberos mission took place with Sam and his crew consisting of Matt, Adam and Shiro(who are all 16/17 for plot reasons they were interns or something IT MAKES SENSE DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT!!!)

• Sam, Matt and Shiro are kidnapped and sent to the arenas while Adam manages to steal a ship to get back to Earth, only to find it destroyed

• The Galran Empire remnants (who were already planning on attacking Earth and communicating with Sanda(who sent Sam away on Kerberos because she thought he would get in the way of her failed "negotiations" and hoped he was kidnapped) fight with the Alteans, leaving Earth in the crossfire

• The Blade of Marmora attempt a relief effort and get one billion people off Earth before it explodes, finding Adam and establishing a planet they can live on before leaving them to their own devices

• In this AU all the Paladins are kids when Earth got destroyed (around 6 to 8) and Keith's dad dies during the evacuation helping defend the transports from Alteans but Kolivan saw that Keith's dad had a Marmoran knife(that he didn't give to Keith at 8 years old)

• Kolivan takes in Keith as a Blade agent since he has no human to provide for him but he keeps his identity as a human secret from the rest of the Blades to ensure none of them snitch since the Alteans have offered a lot for humans

• Kolivan knows the knife was Krolia's but doesn't tell her since she already jeopardized the Blade of Marmora once by leaving for Earth and without the temptation of her son she won't leave again

• Keith(as you can expect) did not have a very happy childhood growing up in an organization of trained killer assassin ninjas which resulted in more ~trauma~

• On one of his missions he is captured by Galra and put in the areans with Champion!Shiro and Keith meets another human for the first time who shows him kindness and starts to question if the Blades are right

• Keith escapes from the Arena with the Blades but convinces Ulaz to go back for Shiro and he meets up with Adam in the human colony

• On another mission Keith runs into Lance, Hunk and Pidge who are searching for a supposed superweapon in an attempt to defend themselves from Alteans and Galrans that prevent them from leaving their hiding spot at the edge of the universe

• he thinks to himself "wow these guys are annoying and weird I sure do hope I never see them again" before the Blades immediately order him to find the superweapon to keep it out of human, Altean and Galran hands because they are unreliable

• Krolia helps track down information it and Keith notices that whenever she is bored she recites star charts (kinda like his dad used to do) and the constellations look eerily familar

• Keith gets hurt, Krolia finds out his identity and takes him to the human colony so he doesn't have to stay in the abusive Blade environment anymore

• When she tries to get Keith to colony they are tracked by Alteans and Krolia manages to trick the Alteans and Keith crash lands on the surface only to see the ship leaving

• now that all the paladins are in one place they protect the colony after going on a couple of missions to find the lions while Keith tries to track down the very elusive Blade of Marmora

Theres more to it than that, BUT that's all for now!

[klanceficatalogue]

hiii! super happy to see that you’re back but I was wondering if you had any fics where the team tried to get Keith and lance together? I loved reading those fics but can’t rlly find them lol

totally! its sometimes hard to find tropes like this bc they dont really have a specific tag on ao3. i hope these are what you're looking for :) - k

Once Bitten, Twice Shy by AlysFancosm (13/13 | 64,088 | Teen and Up)

When Keith gets bitten by a creepy beetle, Lance expects him to be angry. He doesn't expect Keith to become a celebrity with a massive crush on yours truly, and he definitely doesn't expect to have feelings about it, either.

//violence

Cereal Sweepstakes and Other Bad Ideas ft. Lance McClain by ruralfishingcat (1/1 | 50,314 | Teen and Up)

After winning a free session from a cereal contest, Lance decides to visit Voltron Skydiving. Unfortunately, there's only one employee working at the time and he has a stupid mullet. And to make matters worse, Lance seemingly can't escape interactions with him.

(hunk/shay, past lance/nyma, lance/ofc)

A For Effort by amcw177 (1/1 | 10,441 | Teen and Up)

The team thinks Lance and Keith need to get their act together. They decide to help speed things up, but heir attempts at matchmaking backfire spectacularly, which Shiro could've told them right from the start.

[autisticlancemcclain]

“We need to restart the level.”

Pidge turns to Lance, furrowing her brow at him. “Um, no we don’t. We’re killing it. We beat the Slayforn boss in like ten minutes, we’re never going to be able to do that again.”

“We have to restart,” Lance insists like the stubborn mule he is, reaching over to reset the console manually. Pidge yelps, lunging forward to smack his hand away. Never one to let her get the last hit, he smacks her right back, and Pidge can’t let that slide so she smacks him again, and the next thing she knows they’re wrestling on the floor, controllers abandoned.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Lance shrieks, as Pidge moves to shove a wet finger in his ear. Pidge laughs evilly, fully intending on doing it anyway, but he shoves his head forward and bites her finger as she approaches.

“Ow! You dickhead! You broke the skin!”

“Come closer and I’ll fucking do it again!”

He bares his teeth at her like the feral, youngest-sibling-backed-into-a-corner weirdo he is (Pidge knows), completely serious on his threat. Pidge is careful to keep her fingers and appendages away from his teeth, and continues wreaking havoc in other ways.

She likes to pinch.

Luckily for her, she’s been training one-on-one with Allura for the past few months, so if she really applies her teachings she could kill God. Also, as much as she and Lance are in the same boat when it comes to sibling dynamics, he has a soft spot a mile wide because of his nieces and nephews and baby cousins, so she can emotionally manipulate him into being more hesitant around her in terms of violence.

(They fight a lot. Pidge knows her stuff.)

Eventually they reach the point where they’re trying so hard to pin each other that they’re wrapped up like twin pretzels, limbs flailing everywhere and various hisses and threats filling the room. Pidge, getting that claustrophobic feeling of being trapped, desperately needs to end it. She goes limp, throwing off Lance’s balance, and then whips herself forward, bucking him off her — and directly into the corner of his bed frame, The thunk is so sharp and loud that it’s almost a crack.

Lance’s “ow” is so quiet that it’s almost silent in comparison.

“What was that?” a voice booms down the hallway, and Pidge heart pounds.

“Lance?” she asks frantically, shaking his shoulder. “Are you dead?”

“I said, what was that!” Shiro yells louder. He sounds closer.

“Nothing!” Pidge shouts through the door. She glances back down at Lance, who has yet to move his hands from where they’re clutched at his head. Fuck! “We were just — uh, I dropped something!”

Lance makes a low whimpering noise, curling further in on himself.

“No no no, stop crying, it’s okay, you can hit me back,” Pidge whispers frantically. She shakes her arm at him. “Okay? And then we’re even. Don’t tell Shiro.”

Lance doesn’t look at her, still making the occasional pained noise. Shiro’s footsteps get louder.

She is going to get in so much trouble, which isn’t even fair because Lance was wrestling too! They’re both not allowed to try to kill each other!

Shiro’s footsteps get even louder, and closer together, like he’s running. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

“I’ll let you hit me twice! And the second time can be unexpected!”

The door handle jiggles. Lance is still not straightening up.

She’s fucked.

Shiro pokes his head in, already frowning, squinting to see through the darkness of the room.

“What’s going on, you two?”

Pidge closes her eyes in defeat. She’s fucked.

“Nothing,” says a pleasant voice from beside her. She whips around, jaw dropped, only to see Lance upright and totally normal, looking as smug as smug can be.

Fucking snake!

Shiro raises an eyebrow. “I heard arguing. And a bang.”

“We were yelling at the TV because we lost a game,” Lance lies.

Pidge imagines all the ways she’s going to kill him.

Shiro doesn’t look totally convinced, but unfortunately for him Lance is an excellent liar when he’s planning to be, and there’s not so much as a crack in his expression.

“Alright,” their leader says hesitantly. “Don’t…kill each other.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Lance promises sunnily. Pidge barely resists the urge to smack him right then and there.

She decides not to resist, actually. The second Shiro shuts the door she lunges, snarling, fully ready to get right back where they left off. But Lance doesn’t let her — anticipating her violence, he scrambles to his feet and scales the dresser, taking refuge on a tiny little shelf by the ceiling that only his stick ass could balance on.

“Ah ah ah,” he says, wagging his finger infuriatingly. “You promised two hits if I didn’t tell Shiro. Not the other way around.”

“Bullshit!” she cries, scanning the room to see if she can find a broom to swat at him like a spider. She is unsuccessful. “I traded that because I thought you were hurt!”

Lance touches his chest in mock serenity. “I was hurt. My heart was broken by your violence.”

“Lance, the second you get down from there I am going to fucking kill you.”

May be he reads the rage in her voice, because he hesitates.

“Fine. I get one free hit.”

“No free hits and I only kill you a little.”

“No free hits and we restart the level,” he bargains

Pidge squints at him. He must be serious, because that’s a major deal on his part. Pidge would never give in that quickly.

“No free hits and we restart the level only if you tell me why.”

“Sold.”

He drops down from the ceiling, landing neatly on the floor and then immediately tripping the first step he takes.

Pidge has to fight the smile off her face.

He settles down back where he was before, handing Pidge her controller and grabbing his own.

“Explain yourself,” Pidge orders as he clicks through the menu to restart the level.

Lance hesitates before answering, so Pidge knows the next words out of his mouth are going to be bullshit.

“I read on Space Internet that the rocket power up makes the next level easier, but you have to use it through this level or it didn’t work.”

Yep. She was right.

“Uh huh,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him. “And you didn’t do that before level because…”

“I forgot,” Lance insists.

Pidge sets her controller down, turning to face him. She narrows her eyes, scrutinizing him, and he squirms; shifting nervously and avoiding her eyes.

She already knew he was lying. But if he just wanted to restart the level to beat their time record, then he would just tell her. And she would have noticed if he wanted to restart the level because he was sucking ass, or something, so it wasn’t that. This shadiness from him doesn’t make sense — he only acts like that when he’s guilty, or embarrassed.

It dawns on her then. Embarrassed or guilty — or a mix of the two.

“Are you telling me,” she says gleefully, and knows she’s on the right track when Lance sighs in defeat, “that you want to restart our entire level because you feel bad about the NPC dialogue option you chose?”

Ten minutes into their game, they had encountered an NPC that was supposed to give them advice for the boss they were going to face, only the advice was kind of dogshit. The two of them had complained loudly, because that was half the fun of gaming, and in an impulsive and uncharacteristic move, Lance had chosen the slightly rude dialogue option. The NPC walked away all dejected, as it was programmed to do, but they’d been attacked by the boss right after, so Pidge pretty much forgot it happened.

But Lance’s dork ass?

“There was no need for that level of rudeness,” Lance defends. “It was just trying to help! It’s not it’s fault it was programmed to give bad advice!”

Of course Lance has felt bad about being rude to a literal NPC for the past half hour.

Pidge bursts out laughing, pointing at Lance as obnoxiously as she can so he knows she’s making fun of him. He gets the hint and scowls, brown eyes glaring daggers.

“You’re the worst,” he says.

“You’re a loser,” Pidge wheezes. “Oh my God.”

She turns back to the game, still giggling, ignoring Lance’s continued grumbles.

They do worse this time around. Pidge teases him the entire time.

(But, honestly, she’s a little endeared. Not that Lance needs to know.)

[pidges-lost-robot]

me going through any sort of obstacle or lesson in life: wow…. this is such good inspo for the characters im obsessed with

[ao3isthehomogod]

Multi Fic Friday

Its basically where I pick a random list of tropes and fics to go with them :)

Sick Paladins:

Lance: Drowning With Fever- IcyPanther

Keith: Keith is Dying Again - Immiams

Pidge: I’ll Keep You Safe- Solar_Litost

Hunk: Training Missions Suck- CosmicFlora

Shiro: We Are Still Young (For Now)- sunspot_solarflare

Hypothermia: - Shiro and Hunk cuz I couldnt find any

Lance: Collapsed- Ironic_Swag7782

Keith: “I don’t know how to get us out of this” - T_Hurricane

Pidge: Bad Things Happen To Paladins (Ch. 9) - actress4Him

Poisoned Paladins:

Lance: Dimming Lights- BluePlanetTrash

Keith: Talking In Your Sleep- T_Hurricane

Pidge: Eat Me Up From the Inside- Cocopops1995

Hunk: why are their NO hunk fics?! That’s a crime

Shiro: maybe I’m just really bad at finding them?

[squipedmew]

It's been six years since Honerva was defeated, and Allura lost her life. The Paladins have all scattered across the universe, each attempting to begin a new chapter in their story. Keith, who's withdrawn into his work with the Blades of Marmora, is content to quietly vanish from his friend's lives. But when the Lions suddenly return, and a tear in space-time opens over the moon, Keith returns to confront his past, and learns that he can't run away from his problems forever. One problem, in particular. And it seems the universe itself won't let Keith forget about him.

Hello to my fellow voltron fans who are somehow still here after eight years. i recently rewatched the show with my sister, and we both got weirdly hyperfixated on it. as i do with all my hyperfixations, i wrote a fic for an incrediably specific niche of people - myself.

anyways if youre looking for post canon content about the cast all struggling with being adults after war and also some good old fashioned klance not knowing how to operate within a 10 foot radius of each other, than this one is for you.

(3D model created by dylanheyes)

[wingsmadeforflying]

Mkay, FIC REC TIME, PEOPLE.

This is. So. Fucking. Good. I'm not even half way.

Voltron fic, canon divergence, technically canon complacent (it's canon there's multiple universes in the Series, it's mentioned, it's there, CANON COMPLACENT.), bitter exes/reluctant fathers Adam and Shiro, Klance (per usual), Garrison plot!!

The plot is slightly altered from canon, starting with the Kurbos mission returning safely. BUT THE PLOT IS DIFFERENT, BUT THE SAME, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

I am going. FERAL. Over this fic.

IT STARTED. IN 2018. AND ENDED. IN 2023. IT SURVIVED THE PLAGUE.

You do not understand, I love this fic.

[awhoreintheory]

Wings by Design

 HUGE thanks to the lovely @autisticlancemcclain / @negativefouriq for editing and encouraging this!! Love you dude!!!

@dampkiiwi for the fic prompt and technically @just-a-madderslife too! <33

 ao3 link here (it has better format) 

“─and the way Keith threw off his cape and took out three guys by himself?” Hunk gushed to Pidge and Lance, grinning excitedly and waving his spoon around like a sword. His broad wings puffing up in faux aggression during his Keith impersonation.

“Dude! Keith looked like some modern-day Batman! I almost thought he was cool for a second.” Pidge’s left wing purposely snapped out and softly smacked Hunk’s own huge wing, just to add some extra oomph to her joke. Hunk laughed, and Lance laughed harder. It wasn’t even at the Keith slander! And everyone knows how much Lance loves Keith slander.

(Keith’s indignant mutter of “I am cool...” went ignored.)

Moments like these hurt Lance the most. Not because he wasn’t entirely part of the moment, but because─ for the love of his mamá─ he just wanted to make a vampire joke. Just to get it out of his system! At least one. No one will ever understand how much it physically and mentally hurts Lance to hold in every Batman joke. To swallow every vampire pun. To shove down every quip and comment he wants to make, but can’t.

Lance is the quiznacking funniest person he knows, but he can’t let out a peep. His comedic genius is beyond his time, the universe isn’t ready for him. 

Why can’t you impart your side-splitting, rib-tickling humor among these plebeians, Lance? You may ask. Simple. Because he is the real-life Batman. No, he isn’t a secret millionaire (unfortunately) and he isn’t an orphan either (fortunately). 

(Someone like Pidge would’ve made a snide remark about “already having the homoerotic rival” but Lance didn’t listen to the deranged ramblings of a gremlin.) 

Lance is Batman in the most literal sense of the word. While his friends, family, and teammates aboard this alien vessel have fluffy, bird-like wings, Lance’s wings resemble that of a bat. How he came to be born like this? Literally no one knows. His family was confused. Baffled. Bewildered, even. You name it! But nonetheless, they guarded the secret closely. Perks of living in such a close-knit community, Lance supposes. Cuba for the win on that one! 

Even if they weren’t related by blood, Lance was happy to call each and every one of them family. Which is probably how Lance was able to stay alive for as long as he had.

People like Lance─ abnormal, unusual, statistically improbable─ always, always, went missing or died young.

A baby girl born with three sets of wings in France? Mysteriously went missing.

A boy who was born with bird legs in Germany? Went missing, and his body was found four years later. The autopsy reports were never released. 

A teenager whose feathers started falling out, only for them to start growing scales? Found dead in their own home, scales ripped from their body and horribly mutilated. All evidence pointed to the family, but the case was dropped.

Point is, Lance knew how unaccepting the world was of something out of the norm. Lance was very much the definition of out of the norm. Like seriously, do you have any idea how difficult it is to conceal massive fucking batwings? How hard it is to conceal his bomb-ass humor?

Which is also why everyone was left unaware of Lance’s disposition.

He couldn’t be 100% sure they’d be accepting, and how would Lance deal if they weren’t? He just wouldn’t be able to. So, it was just safer to swallow his stupid puns and jokes. As funny as they are, they aren’t worth his life.

The team continued chatting happily about their latest mission. It was the easiest one they’d had in a while, so everyone appreciated the break.

“Don’t forget guys!” Shiro reminded them, “We’re going to stretch our wings in the training room after dinner─”

“─and have a group preening too! Right?” Hunk grinned, paused, his eyebrows scrunched up, and the room delved into a somewhat awkward tension. An expected tension.

Lance’s back went ramrod straight, his grin quickly dwindling down to pursed lips. The usual argument ran through his mind: “I could tell them right now─ at least I know for sure Allura and Coran wouldn’t care! They don’t even have wings!” Lance would sit there, trying to get the words out, but all that would bubble up is his usual excuse. The words he wanted to say would burn his stomach, constricting his lungs, and leave a sour aftertaste in his mouth. It was routine at this point. 

The usual aftermath of his refusal was preferred in comparison to the unsureness he felt regarding everyone’s reactions. 

“Not really feeling up to it, sorry guys.”

The room was silent as Lance dumped his dishes in the sink─ it wasn’t his dish-day, so at least he didn’t have to sit around and stew in the silence with anyone─ sometimes Hunk would try to persuade Lance. Sometimes Shiro would follow Lance, talking in comforting and low tones that when he’s ready he’s always welcome.

Other times, it’d be Keith’s gruff and unsure softness. A hesitant “I’d love to decimate you in a race.” That was too soft to be taken as a challenge. Pidge’s occasional rambling about how bone structure and density affect flying, how genetics play into it, how feather shapes affect flying, and how she’s curious about Lance’s techniques.

Shiro’s eyebrows were pinched together, looking like the stressed older brother everyone knows he is. Shiro─ everyone really─ had tried asking Lance in one way or another why he actively avoided showing his wings. Why he avoided showering in the communal showers, flying with them, preening, just leaving his wings out in general for comfort factor.

Shiro looked like he was about to say something too, which only spurred Lance on in a speed walk out the door. The door slid shut with Shiro’s mouth barely halfway open.

They had the rest of the night off, Lance supposes he should enjoy that to his fullest?

(He ignores the whisper in the back of his mind saying he’s a coward. He could’ve said something─ anything!─ just now. Yet another opportunity he’s thrown away.)

Blue is always the best company at times like this. When Lance had too much time on his hands, or when he was stressed and just needed to chill out. She soothed and cheered him up, flashing pictures through his mind to show stories or tell jokes.

Blue would sit there while Lance flew laps, and laps, and laps, and laps around her in the hangar. Swooping low to the ground, diving between her legs, and perching himself on her snout. Blue rushed Lance with a tangle of emotions so strong half the time he couldn’t untangle them, and just let them spur him on. She─ truthfully─ was the thing keeping Lance sane during this shit-storm of an Intergalactic War.

Blue appreciated his humor, even if sometimes she didn't quite understand, which was nice. 

The trip to Blue was a short walk, Lance trailing his hand along the wall as he counted each crack he passed. 

Blue gave a happy little purr through their connection when Lance entered the room, immediately lifting Lance’s somewhat sullen mood. 

“Baby Blue! Is that my girl? My gorgeous goddess? You missed me, didn’t you? Because I missed you!” Blue purred even louder in his mind, Lance cooing loudly and making kissy faces at her as he rushed forward, happily petting Blue’s giant metal paw regardless of how silly it looks.

It couldn’t hurt to stretch a little bit before he went to bed, right?

  -

 “Paladins! We picked up a distress beacon, please head to the bridge so we can debrief.” Allura voice boomed over the intercoms, not at all the best way to be woken up in the morning. Especially when your hearing is as sensitive as Lance’s.

Lance managed not to fall off of Blue’s snout though, so that was a plus. He didn’t exactly remember falling asleep in here, and he kind of smells like ass because he forgot to shower, and─ ohmyfuckinggod, Lance forgot to do his skin care yesterday.

Would it be too dramatic to start crying? 

No. Absolutely not. This is the first day Lance has missed a night in seventy-three quitants. 

A lone tear rolled down Lance’s cheek. 

Blue chuffs in amusement in his head, and Lance blows a raspberry at her. How dare she find such sadistic amusement during such an emotional time for Lance? 

Lance carefully bound his wings again, throwing his shirt and jacket back on after. 

“Alrighty, see you later, beautiful! Duty calls!” Lance grinned up at Blue before rushing back off to the bridge. Blue let out a small wave of disappointment, a couple images flashing in Lance’s mind telling him they better spend more time together later. He promised her, then continued in his haste. 

“You called, Princess?” Lance grinned, somewhat out of breath, still in yesterday’s clothes. Pidge seemed to be in her clothes from yesterday too, Hunk in his pajamas, and Keith and Shiro freshly showered. The trainaholics. Probably woke up at the ass-crack of space-dawn to train, and had to take a shower because they smelled like shit, too.

Lance’s eyes couldn’t help but look Keith up and down. His hair was wet, the occasional drop sliding down his neck and down onto his shirt. His posture was relaxed─ no doubt because of the group preening session last night─ he was even wearing his cute red lion slippers! You know, the ones Lance made for everyone? And when Lance finished Shiro’s black lion slippers, complete with little red wings, the man shed actual tears. He meticulously cleans the slippers with a toothbrush every six quitants, and rarely wears them for fear of ripping them! Lance is like, seventy percent sure Shiro has a display case for them too. Really touches Lance’s heart, honestly 

“Yes, we have received an automated transmission from a distress beacon from a nearby planet.” Allura pursed her lips, and that small action alone was enough to make everyone nervous.

“Is there a bigger problem with that than usual?” Shiro said what everyone was thinking, crossing his arms and his wings puffing up lightly before settling.

“Coran?” Allura raised one perfect eyebrow at him, courtesy of Lance. He was a master of eyebrows, if he did say so himself.

“Yes, Princess.” Coran cleared his throat, pulling up his holopad. “This morning, we received a distress beacon from the planet Warixa, their situation is a Galra invasion.” Coran twirled his mustache between his fingers, dutifully relaying the information.

“Can we get to the point of how exactly this is any different from our other missions?” Keith raised (yet another) perfect eyebrow. Also courtesy of Lance.

Coran pointed dramatically at Keith, “You didn’t let me finish, Number Four!” Coran cleared his throat again. “Warixa is a planet made nearly entirely of water! With very few─ and very dispersed─ islands. None of which are large enough to land anything more than the Green or Red lions! Which also, unfortunately, does not pair very well with your wings. Like two snarkle-vaxes fighting over a baxin! Slithery creatures they are.” Coran nodded to himself, Allura paused for a second before also nodding, clearly agreeing with the odd Altean analogy. 

“...A what now...?” Hunk whispered to himself, eyebrows nearly touching and his wings fluffing anxiously. “Um, yeah, I agree with what Coran said! Water doesn’t like me, like, at all! I sink like─ like─ a giant metal lion!”

Lance slid himself under Hunk’s massive wings, sinking into the soft inner feathers, soothing himself and Hunk. “Man, don’t get me wrong, I love water, but we’re more like toxic lovers that should really break up.” Lance threw in his two cents, getting a small snort from Pidge and a swiftly hidden smile from Shiro. Lance fist pumped in his head. Few things compared to the feeling when people laughed at his jokes. Except for maybe finding facemasks. Do you have any idea how hard it is finding facemasks in space? Really quiznacking hard!

“Yes, quite! The majority of the population is located underwater. The Warixan’s live in giant barriers underwater, and while there are some island colonies, they are not independent.”

Allura nodded, taking the lead from there. “Yes, and the Blue Lion is the only one who can go that deep and still function under the immense hydrostatic pressure.”

(Everyone ignored Lance’s input of “Ooo, that’s what she said!”)

Shiro nodded his head, his wings fluffing up with the movement before flattening out. “Yes, alright, we’ll need to strategize for that. When will we arrive at.. Waxia?”

“It’s Warixa. And in precisely two and a half vargas, Number One!” Coran chirped happily.

“Alright, Lance? I need to know how well Blue moves underwater and the like.” Shiro looked over to Lance, Allura already pulling up a map of Warixa along with their history, and probably schematics for nerds.  

“Sir yes sir!” Lance grinned, very much excited to show off his pretty girl’s talents. It’s not every day he gets to flaunt his beautiful baby’s specialties!

-

Blue smoothly glided through the water with little to no resistance. In fact, she was quite possibly flying smoother in water than if she were in space. (Because physics are inconsequential, and it doesn’t matter how much Pidge complains that they are.)

 “Oh, wow Lance. You were not joking about Blue being good in water.” Shiro said from behind Lance, letting out a low whistle, awed by the pretty scenery. Lance smirked in pride, and Blue practically sang in happiness. If you put your ear against the wall, you’d probably be able to feel the vibrations of her purrs.

“No kidding! Not gonna lie, me no likey the ocean, but Blue feels nice and safe.” Hunk patted Blue’s wall, making kissy faces and baby voices. “Hey, maybe I should stay here with Lance? Ya’ know, back up pilot, help if, for some reason, Blue malfunctions and needs an engineer?” Hunk laughed nervously, fidgeting, his wings puffing up and readjusting, ending up hitting Keith in the face. Hunk squeaked out a worried ‘sorry!’.

“Me and Blue got this, Hunk! But I appreciate you, hermano.” Lance laughed heartily, grinning as things quickly got darker the deeper they went.

Lance could practically feel Keith’s scowl. Lance hadn’t even done anything yet! He’s lucky he’s pretty. 

Now in this planet's equivalent to the twilight zone, Lance pulled out Blue’s big guns. Activating the bio-sonar, Lance slowly filled in the visuals as he spun in a slow circle. There was unidentified marine life scattered about, avoiding Blue, nothing that looked like Galra submarines close by─ because, yeah, that was a thing now─ and the dips and hills of land much, much further down.

“Alright, the Warixan’s barrier in approximately 367 meters further down, we will reach it in about four or so minutes.” Lance reported through the comms and turned Blue’s headlights off. Not that they did much in the first place.

“Roger that! I’m in position.” Pidge piped up. She was going to keep the colonies on the islands safe, and if any submarines tried to escape, she'd swiftly shut that down.

“How can you even read this thing?” Keith asked incredulously, leaning in closer to look at the pitch-black screen where things were faintly outlined and shaded in white.

The screen pulsed with every sonar wave sent out, updating on the fly and somewhat trippy to look at.

“Blue taught me, duh! We’re tight, dude.” Lance lied smoothly, spinning Blue in her nosedive. She was really enjoying this. If anything, Lance was the one to teach Blue about the wonders of echolocation.

Shiro went over the plans again as Lance expertly maneuvered them through the darkness, until Blue detected the irregular electromagnetic pulses coming from the barrier. Which also scared the sea-life away Lance noticed, and it probably shouldn’t be so… noticeable to scanners. That’s a design flaw.

Lance hummed as they approached, sending out the sequence of frequencies the Warixan’s instructed. “That’s a design flaw.”

Keith snorted. “I don’t think they care too much about looks when they’re trying to survive, Lance.”

Lance shook his head, gesturing to the scanners. “No, see here? This is what normal electromagnetic signals look like, and they can usually fly under the radar as long as they don’t go above a certain signal. I think? Pidge said something like that, but anyway! The electromagnetic pulses are waayy too strong, they’re scaring off marine life and stuff. And it stands out on my scanners, and that’s not even because Blue’s high tech!”

Lance wordlessly held out a hand for Hunk to high five. Keith and Shiro were too stunned to speak.

“Hmm. Yeah, you’re right Lance. Maybe their moderator is broken? Not an easy fix, but it won’t be too difficult.” With how much time Lance spends with Hunk and Pidge, it’s not a surprise he’s picked up a thing or two. 

“You’re so lucky, Hunk! I love seeing alien machinery! I want your position!” Pidge complained over comms, probably getting bored while she was waiting.

“No, don’t let me stop you! My spot is yours to take! I’d rather be making a yummy space crème brûlée with the locals above water, right now!” Hunk whined back, dropping yummy foods. Which he needed to stop doing, he was making Lance’s mouth water!

The barrier in front of them created a little bubble, which Blue entered, and then was drained of the water. Blue landed gracefully, managing to avoid all structures and life-forms despite her size.

“Ok! This is your stop! My name is Lance McClain, I was your Uber, please leave me a five-star review so I can afford rent and food for my eleven children!” Hunk laughed and Keith rolled his eyes.

“God, why is it so bright down here?” Keith complained as they stepped off blue, and he wasn’t wrong. It was unnaturally bright in the barrier. (Lance had such a good vampire joke, damnit) 

“Alright Lance, keep watch and keep us safe, understood?” Shiro’s leader tone carried over the comms. 

“Understood.”