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magicaltear · 4 months

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Thanks for the tag @ailendolin! ♡ I'm sorry I'm doing this almost two months later, but better late than never!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

19 as of January 2024. I guess I'm a very slow writer, but I'm quite happy with my fics so far ♡

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

193,393. Huh. Sadly, less than I'd hope for.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've only ever written for 1917 and Marvel. I've been toying with some fic ideas for Star Wars, but nothing concrete yet.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. An Outside Chance (1,359 kudos - Marvel MCU)

2. In Every Universe (715 kudos - Marvel MCU)

3. I'm Better When I'm Dancing (161 kudos - Marvel MCU)

4. As Long As We Both Shall Live (74 kudos - 1917 film)

5. Echoes of Grief (57 kudos - Digimon Adventure: Last Evolution Kizuna)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! To every single one of them. It might take me a while, but I very much enjoy doing it. The fun thing about posting fanfic online is getting to hear people's thoughts and reactions. I'll always be grateful to all of my readers who take a moment to leave a comment on my chapters and stories ♡

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That would probably be A Million Is Only a Statistic because of the Major Character Death tag. The story follows Colonel Mackenzie and Major Hepburn from the 1917 film, who sadly do not have a happy ending in the fic.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I mainly try to write Happy Endings because it is what I enjoy the most, so most of my fics are fairly feel-good stories. Maybe...Peace On Earth (Will Come To Stay) because I could have gone for a sadder ending in so many scenes, but I stubbornly stuck to the Everyone Lives happy ending I wanted for the 1917 characters.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, I don't! ♡ My readers are all absolutely amazing and very supportive. If anything, they might express their dislike for some characters in the fandom, but they never spew hate toward them or my writing. I appreciate them all so much ♡

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I haven't posted any, no, but I have started to practice that type of writing, too. I'd like to include small bits of it in future stories as another chance for character exploration, so I like the kind that helps the plot in that way. (So you won't be seeing any PWP from me any time soon haha!)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do, but not in the classic sense where characters from two fandoms get to interact in the same world. It's more of an alternate universe take, I think. All of them have been for the 1917 fandom so far, but I think my craziest one so far has to be The Great British Pastry War in which I dumped the 1917 characters into the GBBO competition LOL

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't believe I have, no. Let's keep it that way, shall we?

12. Does not exist apparently (:o)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have! And it's a lot of fun~! Please Don't Go (Rushing By) is the only one I've co-written so far, and I hope my friend and I can complete it one day.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh gosh, there are just too many. I never really fall out of love with a ship because there are days when I will be struck with a craving for their dynamic or world so I'll look up fics about them. I guess I always return to Ironstrange, Johnlock, Frostcup, and Klance.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hmm, I really wish to continue my Dwelling Impressions series which is a BBC Ghosts AU for 1917, but it is honestly really low in my WIP list at the moment, to be honest :C

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told it's my dialogue and characterization. The characters really do act and sound like themselves in my stories, and that's something I'm rather grateful to hear. The point of fanfiction is being able to recognize your favorite characters in it, right?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I've been struggling with descriptions as of late. I got too used to writing simple cues for scripts, so flowery narration and interesting vocabulary have constantly eluded me. I've also been terrible at consistency, so I keep my poor readers waiting for longer than I'd like (but life has been busy so there's nothing much I can do about it orz)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it a few times. I can speak three languages myself and know a few words in other languages as well, so I know from experience how your language wires can get all tangled in your head. Recently, I've stuck to simply writing the dialogue in English and simply stating in the dialogue tag that the line was spoken in another language for ease of reading.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Whoa, that would have been Naruto way back when Quizilla was still a thing. Maybe some 18 years ago now??? Hot damn.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Oh no, there's been a lot haha! One thing I like about my fanfics is that I will often go back and reread them because I write exactly what I like. That said...I really like In Every Universe, which is my Ironstrange rewrite of Multiverse of Madness, and my ongoing long fic An Outside Chance. As an honorary mention, I will add A Million Is Only a Statistic because it actually earned its place as an official part of the series that inspired it.

Tagging: @vannral @kiki-shortsnout @aelaer @stewardofningishzida

#tear-chan talks #tear-chan writes #tumblr game #ailendolin #fanfic

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erithel · 2 years

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Hi,.....if you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from VLD? And why do you love them? And your top 5 (or top 3) favorite moments from the series? Sorry if you've answered this question before....Thanks....

Hm, okay so it's always tricky to narrow things down, but let's see…

Before I put my lists, here, I'm going to state that I am choosing these based on canon only. Characters like Hunk and Shiro have been tweaked in fanon to a versions I love, but that is not how they actually are in the show. And characters like Allura and Lotor had a ton of untapped potential, but it would be a whole different thing to list my favorite characters based on what could have been.

So here we go:

Favorite characters:

Keith

Lance

Coran

Krolia

Shay

Keith and Lance are, appropriately, pretty much neck and neck. Keith is just a little more of a favorite because he's the one I personally relate to the most.

Both Keith and Lance had enough character stuff in the beginning seasons to make them interesting to me. I wanted to know more about them, and I wanted to watch them grow. That, to me, is a solid foundation for favorite characters.

Coran, I realize, may be a surprise. He was just the stupid comic relief, right? Except no, in the beginning he wasn't just the zany character who said wacky things for laughs – he also genuinely cared about the Paladins. And I love that duality in characters.

Krolia is a very specific one – because I love her as her own person, but I don't like her as "Keith's mom." I have a whole post about that subject, so here I'll just say that…hey, sometimes it's as simple as the fact that I just have a thing for badass warrior women, okay?

Shay may also sound like a random choice. But she was just…sweet. Like, from what I can remember, just genuinely good – and that was refreshing. I wish they had actually done more with her.

Note: Animals are excluded from this list, because they are automatic favorites.

Favorite moments:

Episode 2: Allura and Coran testing the Paladin's response time. Allura asks how long it took them to response, and Coran replies: "Seventy-five degrees. [pause] Oh, sorry. No this is a meat thermometer!" Klance fanart made me start watching. That moment made me keep watching. Because it genuinely made me laugh.

Sunset scene. You know the one, and you know why. (Look just have characters get along and support each other, okay? And let them talk! Is that too much to ask?)

I don't remember which episode, but the moment where Lance confesses his feelings to the mice and they tell Allura. Allura's reaction was one of the best things (and the reason why it makes me upset with how that all turned out). It was pure expectation subversion, because you could see it all in her body language and hear it in her voice: She didn't know what to do, because she didn't want to hurt him. This moment meant so much to me because so often female characters are forced into situations where it feels like they don't really have a choice. It makes them feel like objects. But this moment took me by surprise because I thought "wait, for the first time in a show like this, are we going to get to witness a male and female character choosing friendship over romance because it was better for both of them??" Alas –

Lance staring at Keith open mouthed when he was returning after the space whale. Like…bro…you're telling me this shit was platonic?? You're telling me Lance's brain literally stopped functioning for a solid 6 seconds of screentime because his rival was back???

5. The Keith/Shiro fight in season 6. Say what you will about the writing and choices made for VLD. The animation and choreography for that fight was fucking spectacular. And basically the only thing I need to say to prove that is that if you watch the fight, and really pay attention, you'll notice that Keith was fighting defensively in all but one moment (when he went Galra for a split second). I love stuff like that because it means it's not just a mindless action scene – there's a purpose to it, and the actual characters and their motivations are built into the fight.

OOOOF okay that took a lot of thought and I know the minute I hit post on this I'll think of other moments I loved (it's been a while since I actually watched, and it's sometimes hard to distinguish canon from fanon lol). But yeah, that was fun!

#asks #voltron legendary defender #erithel's hot takes

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feyravenchatter · 2 years

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I think I'm going to have to just make a huge multi-chapter thing on ao3 to hold all my current plot bunnies. There's the one-finger salute to canon (omegaverse, alpha Lance/omega Keith), the werewolf au (omegaverse, alpha Keith/omega Lance), the coffeeshop/musician au, and now this one.

I had a day yesterday and instead of working on any of my current wips (like finishing the last chapter of Red Blood & Blue Violets, or finishing the Halloween chapter of OLIP that's been collecting dust for over a year) my brain decided to assault me with modern au older Klance.

They're both 32, both single parents. Keith is trans and had his daughter Anneliese way too young at 16 (something he is the first to admit). Things didn't go well with his high school boyfriend, but Keith and Anneliese are far better off without that cheating asshole anyway. He made the harder choice to raise their daughter alone with his parents' support, finished both high school and college and went on to find a high-paying job in his field. His cheating ex went so far as to sign away his parental rights, although his own parents didn't let him off so easily, drawing up a formal contract with their lawyer forcing him to at least financially support the child he didn't want anything to do with.

Lance had been married, and while she never admitted it, he's pretty damn sure his wife got pregnant on purpose while they were in a rough patch. She never wanted kids, hated the idea of being pregnant, but then she was unexpectedly and went between acting like it was what she wanted and bitching about everything. Lance found himself a single parent to a 3 month old infant when he came home one day and found her gone and a note saying that she'd left baby Rosie with his parents. A week later and he was being served divorce papers, his soon-to-be ex-wife also giving up legal rights to their child.

Four years after Lance's divorce, he needs an extra hand with Rosie. He doesn't want to have to go through finding another daycare for her after they cut their after-program hours, and his parents can't take her every day. So he turns to a babysitting app, hoping to find someone to take care of his little girl a few days a week. In the same city is now 16 yo Anneliese wanting to start babysitting again now that she has her own car and Rosie sounds so cute, she likes princesses and dragons, specifically princesses who rescue dragons, and who can say no to that?

Anneliese starts babysitting Rosie, Klance meet through their daughters and become friends. Then Lance is met with a shock he could have never expected. He finds out through the same lawyer that handled his ex-wife's side of their divorce that she's died and left everything to Rosie. It brings up feelings he wasn't expecting and reopens old wounds. Keith is right there to help him through it, he and Anneliese becoming the support system he didn't know he'd ever need, and just maybe falling in love along the way

#multiverse theory #my writing #keith kogane #lance mcclain #trans keith #klance kids #keith x lance #klance #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

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urmom-jokes-ceo · 3 years

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Welcome back?

Klance fanfic

Summary: The ex red paladin doesn't recive the welcoming he expected...

Notes: this is my first time posting a fic here so i hope it goes well...if you like it you can find more of my fics here!!

"Hey Lance!" Keith said raising his right hand as a greeting to his friend, who was now fighting against a robot in the training deck, where the mullet-haired was entering. He could feel the growing smile showing on his face. He had pulled his Blade mask off so his friend could kickly recognize him.

The receiver of the smile didn't show any emotion on response. He didn't even look back, he was too concentrated to look at the emisor. What amused the one trying to communicate, was that Lance wasn't training long shots with his bayard.

Instead of a large gun, his bayard had taken the form of a sword, just like Keith's. The Galra armed was impressed by the perfect combat style his partner was using. His moves were quick and well planned. He was fighting against three robots, which he one by one, defeated.

"Lance? Earth calling Lance?" He slightly laughed at his own attempt of being funny. Putting one of his hands on his waist, the other covering his mouth as he laughed.

The other finally turned his face towards him and looked at him, and it seemed like he had seen a ghost, or worst. His faced showed fear but it didn't last long because another uncoming robot hit him on the face, on the left cheek to be exact, throwing him through the room.

"End training session" The dark-haired loudly said as he rushed to his friend's direction. "Are you ok?" He said, offering his hand as support to get up, looking down at the now laying paladin.

"What are you doing here?" The cold tone contrasted against the warm and kind voice Keith remembered. The one producing it didn't lifted his gaze from the floor, resting his hands on the floor, with his legs stretched,as if he was on the beach.

He looked so...defeated. His expression showed loss.

'What was it that he had lost?' Keith wondered.

"What the hell, man? I thought you'd be happy to see me!" Keith yelled, frowing his brows.

In moments like this, it was noticeable that his only defense mechanism against the rejection, was anger. He couldn't control it. Shiro had tried to help him as a kid, but nothing had been able to turn it down.

"Was it so stupid to think that?" Even if he tried hard not to, his voice cracked.

"At least i didn't left." The laying one said, now getting up and using the wall his back was leanning on as support. Even standing, he didn't mind about looking at him on the eyes.

"You know what? Yes, i left but you didn't tell me to stay." If there was a better aura at the moment, Lance would call sad puppy eyes to Keith's expression.

"You didn't even give me the chance. To the time i wanted to tell you, you were long gone." The blue paladin spoke, pushing a little the other one's chest with his index finger. "You didn't have to leave! When you feel down or some shit is happening to you, you talk to us. You talk to me." Now putting his finger on his own chest. "And we figure it out! Like we always do!" He closed and opened his hands on the air. "You don't fuckin leave your team. Your family. You don't leave." Now hatred was everything his gaze showed.

"You make it sound so easy. Where were you when i needed to hear that?" The mullet-haired clenched his fists at the level of his waist, as he spoke.

"I was right there, Keith! Where were you?" Taking the argument for finished, the latin boy moved his look from the purple eyes to the ground, starting to walk away from the room.

But suddenly a hand on his right stopped him from keeping on his way out. He turned towards the other, following with his gaze the purple armour. Now he faced the other boy, face-to-face.

"You're right. I'm sorry." Apologizing and being honest about it was a new thing to the half galran teen but he was learning to ignore his mind teling him to walk away from the situation. But he still gritted his teeth.

Immediately he saw a glowing coming from his teammate's other hand, that ended up being his bayard trasnformed into the sword.

As a reflex, Keith jumped back, avoiding the sword to cut him literally in two. But also instintctivaly he activated his own sword, and it grew bigger as usual, putting it in front of him as an attempt to threat to calm down his friend.

The only good part was that the sad puppy were gone, now it was a combination of confusion and fear what he showed.

Before he could ask his friend what the fuck was he doing, the other was the one who started speaking, running at him, very quickly. He arrived to Keith's place, hitting sword-to-sword.

"A sorry won't revive them. Everyone is dead, Keith." He stopped pushig towards his sword, only to attack again from up and then taking the weapon down. But the dark-haired stepped back, fighting but not attacking the other one.

The other fighter was too in shock to respond at the acussation. 'Who was gone?' and 'What the hell is wrong with him?' were the only thoughts that went through Keith's mind, besides of the obvious adrenaline.

"And it's. All. Your. Fault." Every time he made a dramatic pause, was because he was trying to hit his now opponent in the chest, and the other defended himself with his weapon, not even trying to attack, he didn't want to hurt his friend.

"Why are you doing this?" The ex-paladin found himself cornered against the a corner of the room, slowly falling to the ground as he fought not to, which was a bit of a trouble because his oponent was visible much stronger than him.

"You left your friends when they needed you. And now nobody is going to rescue you." Keith had never seen his partner this angry, hell, Keith didn't usually see him angry at all.

"I didn't mean to leave!" He responded, gritting his teeth as he felt how his arms were already giving up. "I didn't mean to leave you!" Now he also could feel something wet coming out of one of his eyes. "I- I love you!" He said, knowing he couldn't win this fight, and if something did happen, at least his lover would know.

His arms finally gave up and the sword fell by his side to the ground.

"I know." The other coldly replied, lifting up his weapon. Keith saw how his gaze now was in some kind of slow motion, seeing as the sharp weapon was pushed into the middle of his chest, but unable to feel the pain he thought he would acknoledg. "But you need to wake up, Keith".

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After two years with nightmares of this kind, they were one of the reasons the now part of the Blade of Malmora seemed distant at the <del>blue<del> red paladin, trying to avoid any confrontation, and ending up totally avoiding him.

#klance fic #voltron fic #klance #keith kogane #voltron #langst fanfiction #kinda #langst #klangst #angsty fic #idk what else i should tag this as #well i guss that's it

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codevassie · 4 years

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Canonverse VLD Fic Recs

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Keith’s Type by AmbitiousSkychild

Status: Complete

Summary: “How would anyone notice what anyone else’s type is in the middle of all this?!” Matt demanded, laughing. “What’s Keith’s type?” Lance blurted out like an idiot. “It’s… obvious,” Pidge said. “He gets all flustered over shitty puns and most physical comedy. And have you seen the way he stares at Hunk when he’s going on about the mechanics of something? Like how the lions work? I’ve literally seen him blushing when Hunk goes into explanation mode.” “So, you think he has a crush on Hunk?” Lance squawked. “No. You bonehead,” Pidge laughed. “I’m saying any dad-joke-telling, klutzoid with good grades has probably got a pretty good shot at Keith.” Or: It figures that after years of getting it hilariously wrong face-to-face, Lance finally gets good at talking to Keith through a screen, which is, like, one of his biggest accomplishments. Then, Pidge makes the comment that Keith has a type, while heavily implying that it's Matt. But, listen, with everything going on with Voltron, the coalition, the Blade of Marmora, and Coran, Lance isn't going to get distracted worrying about it. Ask anyone, he's always been great with measuring levels of importance....

Relationships: Klance

CW: Jealousy, Referenced Suicide

My thoughts: As disappointing as canon can be, the canon universe has so much potential that authors take full advantage of. When canon posed the problem of Keith being apart from the team for oh so long, our wonderful authors simply took it as a challenge. This is one of the brilliant fics that roll with the long-distance thing, and it takes place throughout season four. I love fics from this season because A Lot happens and I thought there was so much more to it than what canon gave us--the team breaking apart was a big deal to me, so focusing on team dynamics, Keith’s time with the Blade, and--gosh--the end of this season, just means a lot to me. It focuses on a klance relationship in the heat of utter turmoil, and Lance’s jealousy was a cute and humorous aspect, especially with how harmless it was through Lance’s personality and the realization that he likes Keith.

The Loverboy Trials by PM_Writes

Status: Complete

Summary: He can tell Shiro is struggling to remain collected. “And why do you think Keith is your…sex…god?” And geez, that would be so much funnier if this wasn’t so disturbing. The representative leads them to the back of the council room where she pulls aside a large curtain. Behind it, a huge mural stretches to the ceiling. It looks exactly like Keith.

Relationships: Klance

CW: Referenced Suicide, Violence, Talk of Dubious Consent and Sex, Suffocation, (Alien) Alcohol, Injury

My thoughts: Another #FuckNaxzela2017 fic. This takes place after season four and Keith stays with Voltron for a bit after what happened. The team goes on a mission and things get weird--so, like, a regular canonverse fic, but when the war is getting really serious and we most need a bit of that Voltron normalcy (discretion: Voltron “normalcy” is missions going wrong and wonky). It’s really cool because the team is sort of back together, but Keith is still separated from them for the majority of the fic--just not with the Blade. It’s really weird circumstances, but Keith and Lance still interact throughout the fic a lot, so don’t let that discourage you. Its absurdity is hilarious; there’s excellent klance banter, and great fluff and angst.

Of Escorts and Espionage by hisboywriter

Status: Complete

Summary: Lance preened. Escort? That sounded kind of sexy and badass. “Why, of course, Princess,” he said, standing up to offer his hand at Allura. “I would escort you to the most Galra-infested reaches of the galaxy if you asked.” Allura’s arm rose but the hand she placed in Lance’s palm was not hers.It was Keith’s. ~ AKA I just really wanted klance blossoming through an adventure

Relationships: Klance

CW: Sexual Content, Blood and Violence, Vehicle Crash, Injury, Alcohol, Jealousy, Nightmares, Hyperventilation, Attempted Kidnapping, Fainting, Torture, Death

My thoughts: Remember this one? No? Seems like you’ve got an exciting read ahead of you. This is one that I read pretty early on in the fandom, so it’s a big nostalgia pick. It really emphasizes that enemies to lovers trope, and there’s secrets across the freaking spectrum. Lance and Keith are keeping secrets bc they’re undercover, but there’s also a whole bunch of shady stuff going on at this planet, and Keith is getting those Bad Vibes constantly. It is exciting and breathtaking and so beautifully written.

and, we dream of home by mothpoem

Status: Incomplete, Continuation Not Determined

Summary: “Then come see me,” Lance murmurs, and it makes Keith’s heart pound behind his breastbone. “Us, I mean. Once a week or something? Like mental health check-ins. We can just hang out, or...or go on low-priority, low-stress missions? Scouting, or flower-picking for Coran, or supply runs. Dumb stuff. Just...so we know how you are. I don’t want...I mean, we all miss you. And I don’t want to sound presumptuous, but...it feels like you’re not...not okay, Keith.” Well, Keith thinks, a little weakly. He never really stood a chance, did he? “Okay,” he says, right away. No fight. No refusal. His life is a hell of a lot easier when he lets himself cave under all the ways he wants Lance's luminous attention, and company, and friendship. All the ways he wants Lance, full stop.

Relationships: Klance

CW: Swearing, Immature Teen Humor, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol, Dream Major Character Death, Referenced Suicide, Death Mention, Self-Deprecation, Bullying, Injury and Blood, Miscommunication

My thoughts: This fic makes me. So Happy. It’s another one after season four--really, during season five--because I have a problem, but oh my gosh look at how happy these boys are and tell me your heart isn’t full of joy. I’ll wait. Really, that’s the point of the recs; go read. Stupid teenagers in love stuck in the middle of a war, but they really need a freaking break and I support that. They deserve a break. They’re like fucking twelve. This fic just is so cute and so soft and so funny; it gives me life every time.

Crossroads by manamune

Status: Complete

Summary: When Keith crashed his Lion into a Galra warship in order to stop it from destroying a solar system, and more importantly, his friends, he was fully prepared to die for it. What he didn’t prepare for was to wake up in an alternate universe where he and Lance were dating.

Relationships: Klance

CW: Panic Attacks, Dubious Consent, Referenced Suicide, Blood and Violence, Injury, Coma, Medication Mention, Sex and Sex Tape Referenced, Trauma, References to Hallucinations

My thoughts: Another throw-back! The Naxzela of its time, if I may say so. I'm joking. Sort of. It really kind of predicted that shit, though, didn't it. Anyway, this was another fic I read early on in this fandom and can I just tell you how blown away I was? It's labeled as a murder mystery, and, you know what, it is. You are absolutely trying to figure out what's going on the whole time, and it keeps you on the edge of your seat. It doesn’t... technically... take place in canonverse the whole time, but the main Keith is from canonverse. So it counts. Absolutely enthralling read.

#fic recs #vld #voltron #klance #friday fic recs #as y'all can tell i love season four so if you've got any recs for that PLEASE send them my way #maybe i'll make a rec list specifically for season four one of these days haha #looking for CWs has once again caused me to go bonkers #this is the best i can do #just let me know if i should tag anything else #have a good one y'all #and if you have any tropes you want me to do for banana fish next week let me know

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keiththespacekitty · 4 years

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"We were supposed to think you were a boy?"

Trans Klance fic.

Tw: dysphoria, fear of rejection, Lance deadnames himself because he feels comfortable to do so.

It had been in his head for a while now- ever since it happened. Keith wasn't the type to get anxious, so the ball in the pit of his stomach was unfamiliar to him. He was pacing around, going for jogs around the castle, punching a punchbag, anything he could to satisfy his fight or flight response long enough to manage to put down some food without nausea rearing its ugly head. The words kept repeating over and over in his head- however benign they may have been, they still filled him with panic.

"We were supposed to think you were a boy?"

It wasn't aimed at him- it was aimed at Pidge. But the idea that she'd kept her agab disclosed and had explicitly been using he/him pronouns, and still was seen as a girl, made Keith feel like everything was futile. The years of confusion and self discovery and finally gaining the confidence to start identifying as he truly felt- they all felt unravelled with that single sentence. It didn't matter who he was or what he did or how he felt. She, she, she. It was like a mantra in Keith's head, a constant intrusive misgendering.

Keith felt sick and trapped. He felt like everybody was waiting for him to reveal he was a girl- that no matter what, that's how they would always see him, like it would have been easier to give up on himself. He didn't want to give up his identity. He was trapped in space and trapped in an awkward void of identity versus perceived identity.

He avoided everyone for the next few days. He couldn't bare it. Couldn't bare knowing everyone saw him as strikingly female. That no matter how much he would bind, no matter how many times he'd stabbed himself with a needle, no matter how much he let some stubble grow or how deep his voice was, all people would see him as was a walking womb- because that's exactly how the world saw women. He was a feminist- of course he was. He wasn't transitioning because he thought ill of womanhood- he was doing it because womanhood simply wasn't his to grow into and he loved himself enough to be honest about his identity.

He knew that people found that hard to understand. He knew people found it hard to accept. He knew that everyone saw him differently, that everyone was waiting to bombard him with personal questions about what's in his pants, if he's had "the surgery" (which one? There's loads), how people like him have sex or kids. Everyone was always waiting like vultures to cross his boundaries and ask him questions and chastise him for "mutilating" his body and "ruining" his beauty and his chances at love.

"We were supposed to think you were a boy?"

Keith couldn't get the words out of his head.

And they weren't even aimed at him.

Pathetic. He thought of himself as pathetic. Lying in his bed with his face pressed into his pillow fighting back tears. This wasn't just pain. This was existential pain. This was his entire identity and he felt like his world was crumbling away. He knew who he was, and he was screaming out, but it wasn't right, his body wasn't right, the way people saw him wasn't right, because it didn't match. It didn't feel like his. Objectively he knew his body was great. It would be amazing on someone else. Except it wasn't on someone else. It was on him and his skin was crawling and writhing with the ghosts of expectations and the tendrils of dysphoria and incongruence that gripped him tightly and made a home under his skin.

He read the Map Woman. Sure, the poem was about a woman, about her origins staying with her, but he could relate. He could relate to feeling like your past was branding you, he could relate to the urge to cover and shed it, but he also knew that it shaped him, painted him- his past was a part of him that he couldn't erase and it was important that he make peace with who he was and where he comes from in order for his skin to settle. He knew that his journey was important, and it was home- his past and his future didn't need to be at odds. They weren't two parallel lives- they were a map of who he was, the experiences that shaped him and his identity- his past and his present would shape his future, where new valleys and roads would embed themselves onto him. His past would remain deep within his bones so that his future could thrive beneath his skin. The old gives way to the new. Identity was a tower. You couldn't take away the deep roots of your past without the top collapsing down. His past, his pain, his journey- was important to him. Even if painful, it was significant because of that pain. He couldn't erase where he came from, when it led him to where he was now.

"We were supposed to think you were a boy?"

Yes.

It was as simple as yes.

Yes, they were supposed to think he was a boy, because he was a boy, and only he got to decide his gender. They didn't get to force him into a box that wasn't his to sit in.

He was allowed to put his foot down. He was allowed to set boundaries. Of course, he understood that people were allowed to be curious and confused, but he was still allowed to define his own identity and have it respected. He was allowed to fight for himself.

It was scary.

Gods, it was so scary. But Keith knew that if he wanted to control his identity, he had to face the source of his insecurity. He had to leave his room.

He found himself on the training deck first- fight or flight, to quell the anxiety. He knew he'd be alone, so he could train safely without his binder trying to suffocate him for his stupidity. He managed to get in a good hour or so of training, before letting his feet carry him to the one place he knew everyone would be- at lunch.

He knew that lunch was the best time to rejoin the group. Hunk would immediately greet him with a "welcome back, buddy," and an extra large helping of food goo, and he could focus on eating and keep his head down and over the next few meals Hunk would gently coax him out of his shell and encourage others to engage too until it was no longer awkward. Hunk was good at understanding Keith's anxiety.

So Keith did his best to work through the deep churning feeling, the unsettling writhing in his gut when the tendrils of anxiety gripped him tight and settled there. He walked in, and avoided eye contact, and sat down at the table. But Hunk didn't welcome him back in a casual tone.

"Keith?"

"Hunk."

Hunk gently set his food in front of him. "I saved you the best bits," he said, but he lingered.

"What?"

"Keith, buddy, we're all worried about you."

"I'm fine," Keith said, but he immediately regretted it. No, he was not fine, and he was screaming out for help inside, trapped behind the prison of his fear.

"Keith, we both know that was a lie here. This isn't you."

"Isolating myself isn't me?"

"Well I mean- fair point. But we all know something's wrong, Keith. And it's okay if you aren't ready to trust us with what yet, but if there's anything that we can do to help or support you through this, we want to know. We're here for you."

The words swirled around in his mind again.

"We were supposed to think you were a boy?"

He couldn't push them away.

"I need you to-... remind me who I am, again," Keith forced out quickly, "I need you to tell me how you see me. I just… I need to know."

"Keith," Hunk began firmly, "what's going on?"

"Nothing, I just-" Keith sighed awkwardly. He wanted to say, he needed to. But his fear stopped him. He sat there, tense, trying to keep his breathing steady and trying to push down the lump in his throat. Keith didn't cry. Not like this. Not for himself. Never for himself. Especially- especially not in front of a crowd.

"Keith, buddy?" Lance was looking at him in a way Keith couldn't recognise- at least, not on Lance's face. Lance looked like he hadn't slept out of concern. Keith had never seen him like this before. He felt guilty for causing it.

"It's just- it's hard," Keith managed. Of course, Lance's face lit up with mischief- he'd always try to lighten the mood.

"It's hard, huh, am I that attractive that my mere presence-"

"I'M NOT SOME GIRL YOU CAN FLIRT WITH, LANCE!"

Keith regretted snapping almost immediately. Lance was shocked, scared even, and Keith hadn't even realised he'd stood up and balled his fists. Lance finally began to stammer out an apology. "I- I'm sorry, I- I won't-"

"Look, I get that you might not wanna be flirted with," Pidge began firmly, "but maybe you could have worded that better."

"I'm not a girl, I'm not like you," Keith practically growled out. He realised too late why Pidge seemed angry- it wasn't because they thought he was a girl. It was because they didn't know. They didn't know he was trans. And Lance was flirting with him anyways. And it sounded like Keith was implying that Lance should only flirt with girls.

"If you don't wanna be flirted with, that's fine, we understand, but if you have a problem with Lance liking guys then get out of my sight!"

"Pidge, that isn't what I-"

The words haunted him yet again.

"We were supposed to think you were a boy?"

But this time Keith felt ready to confront them.

"Pidge, I'm not-"

"Not what?!"

"I'm not homophobic. I- I reacted the way I did because-"

"Because why?"

"Because I didn't realise Lance was gay. So I thought he was flirting with me because he saw me as a girl."

"That doesn't even make any sense!" Pidge countered.

The fear gripped Keith again. He was afraid of hearing those words again.

"We were supposed to think you were a boy?"

But he needed to scream out his truth.

"I'm trans." Keith was met with silence. "That's what I meant by I'm not like you. And that's what I meant when I snapped at Lance. Because I thought he saw me as a girl. And- that's why I've been hiding in my room, since… since you revealed your agab. Because- because Coran said- 'We were supposed to think you were a boy?'. Like- you- you hadn't given us your deadname, Pidge, you hadn't- you hadn't stopped using he/him pronouns. You were outwardly identifying as fully male. And yes, you aren't, and it really was just a disguise for you, so it probably didn't hurt you to be told you weren't very convincing as a boy."

Keith glanced around the room. They were silent, but it seemed to be because they were genuinely listening.

"But it hurt me," Keith continued, "because it felt like those words applied to me too. That- everyone somehow knew, and that everyone was secretly seeing me as female. That people felt like I was just faking it. That in everyone's heads was 'oh that weird girl still thinks we see her as a boy'. That everyone could see right through me. That everyone saw me as a ruse, and an unconvincing one at that. And I'm not. I'm not- I'm not like you, Pidge. I'm not pretending to be a guy to sneak into school. It doesn't fill me with relief to hear people knew how I was born like it did with you. I'm trans. And I'm scared. I'm scared because my agab follows me around and I feel like I can't escape it. I felt like you all saw me as a girl, like you were all waiting for me to come clean. And I couldn't stand it anymore, so… yeah."

He looked around the room again.

"You were supposed to think I was a boy."

Keith finally took a deep breath, attempting to relax his body, but it immediately clenched up again. He felt so stupid. He must have been passing excellently and now he'd just outed himself and now they really would think he was a girl. He took a shaky breath, fighting the tears. He didn't want to cry, not like this. He froze up when Lance stood too.

"Keith, buddy…"

Keith forced out a breath that was threatening to spill tears, but the breath came out all too fast and all too shaky.

"I'm sorry I made you so uncomfortable with my flirting. I guess I- I never felt a need to come out. I mean I know you've seen me flirting with Allura and Nyma and… a lot of alien chicks, but I'm actually bi. I didn't realise that you didn't know I was flirting with you because I'm actually bi and into dudes too. I didn't know that you thought I only liked girls and that you'd think I saw you as a girl, otherwise I would have clarified. I've just always been open about it, you know? I haven't exactly tried to hide it, I just genuinely thought that everybody already knew. And I know that it isn't my fault, before you say that, I know you don't blame me and I know I'm not at fault. I'm just apologising for the way you got hurt."

"Why would you even flirt with me," Keith asked brokenly, "why now?"

"I've kinda been flirting with you since the garrison, Keith," Lance began awkwardly. Keith heard a crunch- Pidge had fucking popcorn for this.

"I didn't know you at the garrison-"

"Taylor."

"What?"

"You remember Taylor, right?"

"I mean yeah, she was always behind me in class with some stupid rivalr- ooohhhh."

"I started transitioning just after you left. So everyone here already knows I'm trans and knows my deadname. I assumed you did too. When I met you again I kinda assumed you'd recognise me so I brought up our rivalry and my name in the hope you'd like. Not call me my deadname not realising I was a guy. Then you didn't recognise me so a part of me was really glad but the other part was kinda disappointed. So yeah… I'm also trans and I may have a teensy crush on you."

"You have a what now?"

"I mean I'm kinda relieved you're trans too because like I was scared that- well I'm sure you understand the fear of dating as a trans person with the whole people seeing you as your agab thing or the very very tiny possibility of someone being attracted to you-"

"Lance."

"What?"

"You said you have a crush on me."

"I very suddenly have training to do-"

Keith grabbed Lance's arm before he could leave, and Lance flamed bright red. Keith wasn't one to confront his feelings, at all, but he was upfront and he wanted answers. "Lance."

"Okay, fine, yes, I happen to think you're very attractive and somehow I like your dumb personality too! I've been trying to flirt with you but you're oblivious and I'm scared and I know you're Keith and you don't feel things other than 'Keith smash face with sword' so I know you don't feel the same about a nobody like me-"

"Shut up, Lance!" Lance immediately shut up. "I don't mean like- don't talk about your feelings. I do want to listen to you and address these insecurities. But I need you to be quiet and I need you to push those aside for a moment because I need you to be direct with me here. When you say you have a crush on me, do you mean from a distance, or do you mean you'd pursue a relationship with me if you thought you had a chance?"

"My answer depends on if- on a scale of one to ten; one being a stab in the face and ten being decapitating me and slicing me into cat food sized chunks, how violently will you stab me if I say yes to the second one?"

"Lance…" Keith sighed, and lowered his hand on Lance's arm until he was holding his hand gently. He didn't know what to say- but Keith was impulsive and brash, so he didn't- he grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him as hard as he could. He would have regretted it if he didn't know Lance felt the same way. When he pulled back, Lance was puce across his cheekbones and to the tips of his ears. Keith only registered where he was when he heard the crunch of popcorn from Pidge. And then Keith turned scarlet.

He was suddenly very aware of his surroundings and the audience, and very aware of the fact he'd just kissed Lance. "Gross," Keith protested, "do it again."

"Kiss me yourself you lazy quiznack," Lance protested.

"Well I'm not kissing you again until you kiss me first!"

"Fine! Well I'm not kissing you until you kiss me, whoever caves first owes the other a week of laundry and I haven't done my laundry since we first arrived here!"

"That's gross, Lance," Keith said, "and you're on. I haven't done my laundry in a month."

"Oh quiznack, you guys are gonna be so annoying," Pidge sighed.

"Can we eat now that's all sorted," Hunk asked awkwardly, "because the sooner we eat the sooner I can bake like- a huge cake to celebrate you guys-"

"Hunk, no," Pidge sighed.

"Hunk yes, because love is beautiful and love deserves good food to commemorate it- hey where'd Lance and Keith go?" That was the last thing Keith heard from the kitchen as he pulled Lance towards the training deck.

The words repeated one more time in his head.

"We were supposed to think you were a boy?"

Except this time, they didn't bother him.

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vld youtuber AU (klance, part 5)

(I apologize if the tense changes all over the place, I’m writing this as a sort of stream-of-consciousness thing because I care more about getting the idea out than writing something that’s grammatically perfect. I’ll probably clean this up and make it an actual fic once it’s all done. Thanks for reading!! :D)

part one | part two | part three | part four

There is a definite shift in Keith’s demeanor after Lance’s last visit.

They play Overwatch a few times a week, and while Keith goes into stern-leader-battle-mode when the game is going, between matches he’s loose, candid. He laughs at Lance’s jokes and makes casual conversation about his job, the garage, tells funny stories about Kosmo. Lance tells Keith stories about the customers he has at the cafe. It’s nice to hear a softness in Keith’s voice that Lance hadn’t heard before.

Keith shows up in nearly all of Lance’s Overwatch videos, even if his mic isn’t recorded. They sort of fall into a rhythm, meeting online every Tuesday and Thursday night to search for servers.

“Y’know,” Keith says one night while they’re in queue. “I wouldn’t have figured you for a sniper type.”

“Eh?” Lance is in his Widowmaker menu at that moment, flipping between two skins to see which one he likes more. “What d’you mean?”

“I don’t mean it in a bad way,” Keith clarifies, and it sounds like he’s smiling. “You just seem like more of a Mercy or a support or something. You’re really…” he pauses. “Generous. Always helping people. Then you get in here and you turn into a cold blooded assassin.”

Lance laughs. “I’ve always played a sniper, though. Gotta have balance somewhere, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They text a lot. It’s all small stuff, like pet photos or memes (which Keith doesn’t understand 90% of the time and Lance finds that kind of adorable). But it’s nice. Occasionally they’ll both have an early shift, and Lance will text Keith photos of the ancient espresso grinder, captioned “this thing wants me dead” surrounded with skull emojis. Keith’s sense of humor, Lance learns, is dry as cracker juice. He gets a photo of a broken rubber floor mat with the question, “what sound does a floor mat make when it splits right before a fitness class?” Before Lance can answer, he gets another photo of the same mat, this time with Keith’s middle finger pointing soundly at it. “That sound,” says the caption. Lance laughs so hard that his boss yells at him for being on his phone during a shift.

August comes to an end, and Pidge prepares for her final term. Lance helps by assisting in an apartment clean out, getting rid of literal clutter to ease Pidge’s impending mental clutter. Lance tries not to think about how this might be their last few months in this apartment together. He’s really enjoyed living with Pidge - he wasn’t exaggerating when he said she was like a sister. Pidge is an extension of his family, ever since they met at space camp all those years ago. She’d been a tiny, fluffy, indomitable ball of pure snark and Lance loved her immediately. Since then, they’d stuck together, seeing each other through some of the hardest times. Lance had cheered his lungs out when Pidge was handed her high school diploma, and in a few months, he’d see her walk across another stage in a cap and gown to receive her bachelor’s degree in Robotic Engineering.

It made him a little misty-eyed to think about it.

Pidge is playing Stardew Valley one afternoon (how the hell did she manage to make such an insanely profitable farm before the end of year one?) when she casually brings up one of Lance’s favorite fall events.

“You gonna go to the Founder’s Fair this year?”

Lance doesn’t even look up from his phone. “Uh, is the Pope catholic?”

“Good.” On the screen, Pidge’s character gives a bouquet to Penny. Dating everyone but marrying no one: the Pidge method. “Hunk is coming in for it.”

“Sweet.”

The Harborville Founder’s Fair was the highlight of every autumn. Right as the summer was fading away and the air was showing a hint of a chill, Oceanside Park would explode into three days of carnival rides, food trucks, fireworks, and everything in between. It was also the best time of year to surf - they didn’t get much in the way of waves here, but there would always be just enough in late September to rent a board. Lance had put in his time off request a month ago, buttering up his boss with the ‘this might be my last September in Harborville’ sob story. Which was sort of true, even if he wasn’t quite ready to face that reality yet.

Lance felt like he was getting closer to Keith. He wasn’t entirely sure if that was the case, but if nothing else, Keith seemed to finally be relaxing around him. There were one or two times when Lance could almost swear Keith was flirting, but he quickly shoved the thought aside. Nope, don’t go there. That’s assuming things. Assuming is dangerous.

The fair is in a week and to make up for missing work on what will be one of the busiest weekends of the year, Lance is working at the cafe nearly every day. He has more steam burns on his hands and wrists from making lattes than ever, and he thinks if he hears the word “pumpkin spice” one more time he might lose it. He hasn’t played Overwatch all week, too tired from extra shifts to do anything other than zone out to Netflix when he gets home.

He’s got two hours left in his Thursday morning shift, then he’s free for the whole weekend. He can practically taste the funnel cakes now - and the Rancho Alegre food truck, the only decent source of Cuban food in the entire state, will be there. God, he’s going to eat until he can’t move.

The morning rush has come and gone and the afternoon crowd isn’t here yet, so Lance is cleaning up the mess of coffee grounds and cinnamon around his work station when the bell on the cafe door sounds. He doesn’t look up as his coworker/supervisor Romelle greets whoever walks through, too preoccupied with wondering how the hell almond milk ended up underneath the grinder.

“Hello,” says the customer and Lance totally knows that voice. He stops wiping sour milk and looks up.

It’s Shiro. And right behind him is Allura and - oh shit. It’s Keith. He’s here, he’s here in the cafe and Lance had no idea he was coming and he probably looks like shit, overworked with bags under his eyes and his face breaking out from stress and he didn’t even shampoo his hair this morning because he was running late --

But then Keith smiles at him and wow. His hair is down and he’s wearing this black and red leather jacket and it should be illegal to look that good. Especially when Lance is such a mess.

“Hi,” Lance says, hating how his voice cracks. “What are you guys doing in town?”

Shiro is pulling out his wallet with his left hand. “We came for the fair. It was always one of my favorite things about going to school here.”

“Oh,” Lance squeaks.

They’re here for the fair. Lance might get to spend time at the fair with Keith. He forces himself to focus on the present before a dozen fantasies of ferris wheel rides and sharing cotton candy can take over his brain.

They all order drinks and Lance claims them before Romelle can even finish ringing them up. Shiro gets a hazelnut americano, Allura orders a tuxedo mocha, and Keith shyly asks for a latte. Lance can tell he doesn’t go to coffee shops often and makes the drinks carefully. He can’t embellish Shiro’s americano, but he uses chocolate sauce and extra foam to draw a bow tie in Allura’s mug. For Keith’s latte, he sends a prayer to the coffee gods to grant him latte art prowess. It works, and Lance is rounding out rings of coffee and foam, pulling through to form a perfect heart.

He slides the mug across the counter to Keith, who’s eyebrow shoot into his hair. He breaths a little “wow” and blushes, taking the mug and smiling. He’s wearing fingerless leather gloves. Lance’s heart flip-flops in his chest.

The three of them find a table near the window and sit, chatting and drinking their coffee. They’re too far away for Lance to hear what they’re saying, and even if he could, he’s on the clock, and the lunchtime regulars are starting to trickle in.

Would it be gauche to text his evening shift coworker and bribe him to come in early so Lance can leave?

Lance thinks Romelle can tell he’s pouting by the way she sides up to him.

“Hey,” she whispers. “Is that the guy?”

He follows her gaze and sees that it lands firmly on the table where Keith is sitting with Shiro and Allura. Keith looks up at Lance, and smiles a little before turning back to his brother.

“Yeah,” Lance whispers back, feeling his face heat up. “The one with the long hair.”

Romelle lets out a low whistle. “Quite the catch,” she says, waggling her eyebrows. “What about the girl they’re with?”

“Allura?” Lance thinks. “I don’t know her very well, but she’s nice.”

“She single?”

Lance rolls his eyes and starts on the next drink. “No idea, you should ask her.”

It’s slower today and Lance is thankful for it. With Keith in the room, he can’t focus on anything - it’s a miracle he doesn’t catastrophically screw up the drinks he’s making. There’s a break in customers and Romelle comes over to Lance where he loading a portafilter with espresso and waves her phone.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she says, and he does not like that voice. That’s her Supervisor Voice. “I’ll call Ryan in an hour early if you get me Cute Girl’s number.”

Lance puts the tamp down. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

He looks over at the table where Keith is sitting. They’ve all finished their drinks and will probably be leaving soon.

“Romelle,” Lance states. “You are an evil super villain and I love you. Consider that number yours.”

Fifteen minutes later, Ryan Kinkade is walking in and he doesn’t look particularly thrilled about it. Lance takes off his apron and motions at the jar of cash by the register.

“Ryan, you’re a lifesaver and my tips are yours. Thank you!” Lance clocks out before anyone can argue and walks over to where Keith and Co are sitting. He’s very much aware of how he probably reeks of coffee and looks like garbage but does his best to smile anyway.

“My shift is over, did you guys have any plans?”

Shiro smiles and stands. “I think we were going to head to our Air B&B and check in, actually. We could use a breather after that drive. We can meet up for dinner later, if you want.”

Inwardly, Lance lets out a sigh of relief because this means he’ll have time to take a shower and make himself presentable. “That sounds good! Any place you want to go?”

Shiro shrugs. “Is Vinnie’s still open?”

Lance lights up. “Oh yeah, still as good as ever, too! Want to meet there at, uh - “ He checks his phone, it’s barely 3pm. “Around five? We should beat most of the dinner rush that way.”

They all nod and the plans are made. They walk outside together and Lance watches the three of them get into a very nice Chrysler sedan - maybe Allura’s, given how she goes for the driver’s seat. Once they’re gone, Lance heads for his car and books it home. He immediately washes and exfoliates his face, then applies an anti-inflammatory mask and works at cleaning up the apartment. It was already fairly clean since Hunk will be crashing on the pull-out sofa bed for the weekend, and he has no idea of Keith will ever even see this place, but Lance doesn’t want to take any risks.

He shoots Pidge a text to tell her about their plans in case she wants to join. Hunk isn’t due until tomorrow morning.

Apartment clean(er) and his face mask dry and itchy, Lance hops in the shower and scrubs himself sore. Keith is here and will be spending the weekend here and Lance is equal parts ecstatic and terrified. He meticulously goes through his whole grooming routine, moisturizes, swabs, trims his eyebrows, even files his nails. He checks his reflection once he’s done and thankfully his face is less red, the stress acne barely noticeable.

There’s still about 45 minutes until he needs to be at Vinnie’s so Lance takes his time picking out clothes. He settles for a low cut tank top that shows off his collarbones and a beige button down over it with the sleeves rolled up, finishing it off with a pendant necklace and grey skinny jeans. He examines himself in the mirror and frowns a little. Does it look too much like date clothes?

He doesn’t have time to change because then his phone pings and it’s Shiro, saying they’re heading to Vinnie’s a little early. Lance all but throws himself out the door.

Vinnie’s is starting to get crowded, Lance can already see the line forming when he parks. He spots Shiro and Allura easily, their white hair making them stand out. They’d managed to claim a patio table - no small feat - and were chatting happily.

Lance joins them and it’s amazing how welcome he feels in this group, the way Shiro half-pulls a chair out for Lance. Keith is sitting to his right, his jacket draped over the back of his chair, the black t-shirt he wore stretching nicely over his chest. And if he didn’t know any better, Lance could swear he saw Keith’s eyes sweep down his neck and linger.

They ate and laughed and ate more, drinking fancy gourmet sodas. They make loose plans for the weekend - beach tomorrow, then the fair on Saturday, and maybe brunch before they leave on Sunday. Lance educates Keith in the ways of the garlic knot, the most sacred food item on earth. And when Keith shrugs and says they’re “alright,” Lance feigns offense, gasping and clutching his chest.

Pidge joins them later, looking utterly spent from a long day of classes. Lance gives up his seat so she can collapse into it. He kneels beside the table instead, passing Pidge the last of their pizza and appetizers. Keith gives him a look, then scoots over to one side of his chair, patting the other with his hand.

Lance short circuits, looking from the empty side of the chair to Keith’s face several times.

Keith rolls his eyes. “Get up here. That,” he points to where Lance is kneeling, “Is super bad for your knees.”

“Oh?” Lance slides into place, and it’s sort of uncomfortable with half of his ass hanging off the chair, but he can feel heat pouring off Keith’s body with how close he is. “You care much about my knees?”

Keith goes super red. “I’m a physical trainer,” He said, suddenly very interested in his soda. “It’s my job to care. Doing stuff like that will ruin them.”

“Right.”

Lance glances over at Pidge, who had a garlic knot halfway to her mouth and giving Lance the most predatory grin. He glares at her to shut down whatever evil plans she might be formulating.

They finally finish the food and decide to stop taking up a table, bussing it themselves to save the staff some work. Instead of a bar, they decide to head over to Lance and Pidge’s apartment to chill - half because Pidge isn’t 21 yet and wouldn’t be able to join them at most of the bars in town, and half because Vinnie’s was so loud that they’re all craving some quiet.

Lance is so thankful that his past self had the sense to clean a little more. They all sprawl out over the living room, Lance going to pull a chair from the kitchen to sit on so the guests can have the nice couch and Pidge can curl up in the easy chair. Lance offers up the ice cream sandwiches from the freezer and everyone takes one; Allura seems to be examining hers with great interest, like she’s never had one before.

Shiro talks a lot, mostly about what Harborville was like when he and Matt were in college. About their first apartment that should probably have been condemned, the dogs he’d walk between classes for extra cash. Eventually Lance’s cats come out of hiding to investigate, and Keith goes starry-eyed at Batou’s big green eyes and plush grey coat.

Pidge falls asleep in her chair just after nine. Everyone takes a second to coo at how cute she is before Lance bends down to scoop her up.

“Lemme put sleeping beauty here to bed. If she stays there she’ll be sore and cranky when she wakes up.”

He takes Pidge to her room and sets her on her bed, then wrestles her sneakers off her feet, setting her glasses on the bedside table and draping a sheet over her. When he goes back into the living room and sits in the chair he’d removed Pidge from, Allura gives him a fond look.

“You’re very sweet to her.”

Lance shrugs. “She’s pretty much family. Also, I have to do that all the time. I’ve found her face down on her homework out here more times than I want to count.”

They talk for another two hours. Lance feels a little lonely with Keith sitting on the side of the couch furthest from him, but then again, if he was closer, Lance isn’t sure his brain would work. Allura yawns wide.

“I think it’s time we turned in,” she states. “I’d like to get some rest before the weekend starts.”

Shiro agrees. Lance ends up seeing them off in the parking lot, waving as they drive away.

Hunk arrives just after 10am the next morning, armed with bags of groceries to pack a picnic for the beach. He puts Lance and Pidge on an assembly line in the kitchen, making pork sandwiches, vegetable rolls, hummus wraps, crab and radish tartines, potato salad, and chocolate-dipped clementine slices. He’d picked up a package of Lance’s favorite lemon cream cookies and Lance could almost kiss him for it.

With their precious picnic food carefully packed in an ice chest along with plenty of drinks, Lance shot a group text to Keith, Shiro, and Allura to ask if they were ready for the beach. He got confirmation quickly, and they agreed to hit the north shore near the lighthouse, where the sand was rougher but the tourists tended to be a little thinner.

Parking is a bitch but they find a spot, then wait by the trunk for Keith and Co to arrive. About ten minutes later Lance sees Allura’s Chrysler pull in to a spot. They walk over to meet them and Lance is practically bouncing, because 1) he gets to go to the beach, 2) he gets to go surfing with Hunk, 3) he gets to spend time with new friends, and 4) Keith is here. Everyone is in shorts and light shirts, Allura has this big floppy sun hat that is absolutely precious on her, and Keith’s face is shiny with sunscreen. Lance bets that fair skin of his will still be red by the end of the day.

They find a spot that’s decently clear and set up. Hunk, Keith, and Lance tackle the portable canopy that will hopefully keep them all from becoming completely sunburned while Allura and Pidge set out the sand blanket and arrange their stuff to keep the wind from blowing it away. Once they’re settled, the ice chest is opened and sodas and juice are passed around. The wind is strong today but not enough to be a problem for their canopy, and the waves are large and plentiful. Lance eyes the surfboard rental shack a quarter mile down the beach.

Once they’ve had enough of snacking and chatting, Lance gives Hunk fingerguns and they almost take off down the beach together, making a beeline for the surfboards. Rolo is working it as usual and after some searching they find the perfect boards and duck into the changing tent to get into their springsuits. Lance has the white and blue suit up over his hips and was about to pull it the rest of the way on when he remembers that Keith is sitting out there. Ever since Lance learned he was a Crossfit trainer, he’d started running and working out again. He wasn’t in as good a shape as he was when he’d been swimming competitively, but thanks to months of regular exercise, he at least sort of looked the part again. And maybe he wanted to show off a little. So Lance left the top of his springsuit open and hanging from his hips as they went back to the group with their boards.

“Showoff,” Hunk accused while they were still out of earshot of everyone else.

Lance subtly flexed his chest. “So? I worked hard for this.”

When they got back to the canopy, Lance did his best to act nonchalant as he set his board aside and started pulling his springsuit up over his chest. Keith was definitely looking at him. Mission accomplished.

His flirty nature satisfied, it was time to surf. Lance missed this so much, the first step into the ocean water was like heaven. He and Hunk paddled out until the water was smooth, then sat on their boards and waited. They didn’t have to wait long, Hunk caught the first good wave that came their way, riding it out and away. Lance caught the next one, and it was a crazy high. It just felt so good, cutting through the water with his board, turning, riding through tunnels of blue-green. The waves tossed him, wrecked him, dragged his body against the sand below. But every time, Lance would surface, shake it off, and paddle out for another go.

His legs finally started to shake, so Lance hauled his board back to the shore. Hunk was already sitting under the canopy again, changed out of his springsuit and sipping on a juice box.

“I was gonna give you ten more minutes before I dragged you out of the water,” Hunk said.

Lance didn’t reply, chest heaving as he caught his breath. His board hits the sand and he all but collapses onto the sand sheet, his ears ringing.

A water bottle appeared in his periphery. Lance looked up enough to trace the hand that held it back to Keith, who was wearing this cute little smile. Lance smiled back and took the bottle, downing half of it in one gulp.

Pidge starts pulling out food and Lance blindly eats whatever is handed to him, too exhausted to care what it is. It’s all delicious but with how many calories he burned surfing, he could probably be eating stale saltines and they’d taste like a delicacy. He leans back on the sand sheet and basks in the post-surf euphoria.

Lance notices everyone starting to get up. Allura is holding several frisbees with a gleam in her eye, and most of the group is rising to join her. Keith stands and, after fiddling with the collar of his shirt for a second, reaches back and pulls it over his head, letting it drop to the ground.

Lance is instantly awake because holy shit. Keith is ripped. He’s all tight skin and perfect muscles and - oh.

He’d been wrong when he’d assumed Keith’s tattoo was a wolf. It’s actually a lion, roaring fiercely, emblazoned in dark red ink over his left hip.

Keith takes a hair tie off his wrist and uses it to pull his hair up high on the back of his head. He shoots Lance a loaded glance before walking out into the sun to join everyone else for a game of frisbee tag. Lance memorizes the muscles of his back as he goes.

“Good god, you’re so loud.”

Lance sits up and turns to see Pidge, sitting in the center of the sand sheet in her shorts and green rash guard, with her phone in one hand and a cookie in the other.

“I didn’t say anything!” Lance protests. Pidge just cocks an eyebrow at him.

“Not with words, anyway.”

Lance frowns, then dares to look back out at his friends, finding Keith and tracking his movements across the beach.

They empty the ice chest of food and drink and, after several more hours of beach fun, they decide to pack it in and head out. Lance is going to remember this day for the rest of his life - the image of Keith glistening wet as he walked out of the ocean had finally taught Lance the meaning of the phrase “looks good enough to eat.”

Lance is so, so tired. Surfing wore him out but he still played a round of beach volleyball after that, and then swam some more. He’s going to be so sore tomorrow. He drives himself, Hunk, and Pidge back to their apartments to shower and change before they head over to the Air B&B where Shiro, Keith, and Allura are staying. Lance decides on a regular shirt and his favorite jeans, only bothering to put a single layer of moisturizer on his face.

The Air B&B turns out to be a whole house, with a yard and a little deck where they all gather around faded patio furniture as Shiro hands out beers. He gives Pidge a look as she takes one for herself.

“What?” She says as she twists off the top of the bottle. “I’m gonna be 21 in a few months, I’m in safe company, and I’m not driving.”

Shiro just sighs and sits down.

They talk and laugh for hours. Pidge only has one beer before switching to sweet tea, and Lance is a little relieved. He has no idea what drunk Pidge would be like and he’d rather not find out this weekend - he would be cash money that she’d be ornery as hell. Hunk orders some delivery from their favorite noodle place when Lance isn’t paying attention. Keith looks happy as a kid on Christmas with a giant bowl of pho in front of him, and Lance learns that Vietnamese food is his favorite.

They move inside once the sun goes down to keep from bothering the neighbors. Lance settles into a corner of the faded couch, and is too tired to panic when Keith sits next to him. Hunk launches into a story about his last term at school when he almost blew the breaker for the entire engineering building and Lance tries to pay attention, but he’s worn out and Keith is radiating heat like a furnace. Combine that with his full stomach and a couple of beers and he’s so, so sleepy.

Someone is calling his name and Lance inhales sharply, eyes fluttering open. It was Hunk, who’s smiling at him from across the coffee table. Lance is leaning on something warm and solid. He rubs his eyes and looks up.

He was leaning on Keith.

Lance’s eyes bug out but Keith just looks down at him with this tiny smile and a blush on his cheeks. Lance suddenly feels like the room is a million degrees as he carefully sits up.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to pass out.”

Keith laughs softly. “It’s fine.”

They all start to wrap up their stories and conversations. Lance doesn’t know what time it is but it feels late, and since they want to hit the fair tomorrow, they should all get some sleep. Hunk offers to drive home and Lance hands him the keys as Keith, Shiro, and Allura wave goodbye from the front porch.

He almost falls asleep again in the ten minutes it takes Hunk to drive them back to their apartment. Lance helps set up the pull-out sofa, then goes to brush his teeth. He’s practically nodding off at the bathroom sink when Pidge comes up to him and pulls out her phone.

“Thought you should see this,” she says, holding it up.

On the screen is a photo of Keith, and, with his head resting on Keith’s shoulder dead asleep, Lance. Keith is looking down at him and definitely blushing.

The toothbrush stills in Lance’s mouth as he swipes the phone from Pidge’s hand, using his thumbs to pull and zoom. Keith was smiling.

“Please send this to me immediately,” Lance tells her, words muffled from the toothbrush still hanging from between his teeth.

He’s in bed setting his alarm when he gets the text from Pidge with the photo attached. And if Lance hugs a pillow and kicks his feet a little at the sight, who could blame him?

Continued in part 6!

#youtuber au #text #klance

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loveafterthefact · 4 years

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Love After the Fact Chapter 47: Warming Up

So... Somebody requested an entire episode of Klance cuddles and well, I'm not gonna say no <3<3<3

Also, I know little about anatomy and biology, so my answer to your questions will always be: ALIENS

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Turns out there are side effects of being shoved into an Altean healing pod. Keith discovers this after Lance gets in the shower. He’s up in the loft, looking at the frosted world outside, and he’s suddenly freezing. Extremely cold. Shivering. Even the blanket doesn’t help very much.

“Keith?”

“I’m- I’m up h- here!”

Lance’s damp, white head pops up over the top of the ladder. His hair, Keith registers, is curly when wet. “Woah, are you okay?”

“N-not s-s-sure.”

Lance crawls over, right up against him, wraps the blanket around them both. “You are very cold, beloved.”

“N-no sh-sh-shit.”

“At least you’re still sassy.” Lance puts an arm around him, and Keith huddles into his warmth. “This happens sometimes. It should set itself right in a quintant or two.”

“I hope s-so.”

Lance kisses the base of his ear. “Once you're ready to climb down, I’ll get the fire going and we’ll keep you nice and warm.”

“Thanks. Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I doubt this is what you wanted to do on your day off. Babysit me. Again.” Keith closes his eyes, settling his head against Lance's chest, feeling, hearing the steady beat of his single heart.

“Oh yes, spending a day with my husband all snuggled up to me. How awful,” Lance deadpans. Then he smiles. “I don’t mind. I like spending time with you. And looking at your beautiful face.”

“You’re the beautiful one.” Everyone on Altea knows it, and people outside the planet have heard of it.

“You’re wrong. Shut up.”

“No.”

“You’re the worst. Just so you’re aware. Ready to go down?”

“I think so.” Keith examines his hands. The majority of his shivering is gone, and he’s not nearly so cold. He should be able to make it down the ladder.

Lance climbs down first. He watches Keith descend, helping him with the last few rungs just in case. He still seems tired, despite their second nap. Lance will have to make sure they both sleep tonight.

Bundled up in front of the fire, Lance immediately knows he’ll be uncomfortably warm for a while, but it’s okay. Besides, he finds himself sufficiently distracted the moment Keith asks-

“Do you want kits?”

“Well that’s one way to start a conversation.”

“I just- It feels like something we should talk about now, instead of waiting for me to go into season.”

Lance blushes. “Fair enough. Um. Actually, I genuinely do want kids. I mean, we’re expected to have two, but I really like kids? I think they’re great, and I’ve always wanted two of my own.”

“Two?”

“Well, yeah. Altea’s not exactly a big planet, so we control population very carefully by limiting the number of children a couple can have. Currently, under law, children are born at a one-to-one ratio. It used to be just two children per family, but with an increase of polyamory, my father changed the law. It’s one of the cooler things my father’s done.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that.” Keith’s ears wilt, one brushing against Lance’s jaw.

“What is it?”

“I… I always imagined more than two.”

“Really?”

“You don’t have to sound so surprised,” Keith grumbles.

“Well, I- I dunno. I just didn’t think of you as the type. That’s all.” Lance rests his cheek atop Keith's head, feels Keith's tail wrap around one of his ankles.

Keith sighs, settles against Lance. “My family life growing up was pretty much destroyed, but I always imagined doing better. Finding a mate. Just living a life. I want that. A lot.”

“So you want a lot of children.”

“Yes, but just two will be okay.” I guess.

“We’ll find a work around. How many?”

“Four?”

“So, as long as the last two are conceived on Daibazaal, then we can call them accidents.”

“Hey, I’m technically expected to have at least four for my own planet anyway, so…”

“We must do our duty to both of our peoples,” Lance murmurs, grinning when he feels Keith's quiet laugh against him.

“Hm. Very true.” Keith’s smile slips into a small frown, more thoughtful than anything else. “But maybe not this first season. Maybe… Maybe this first one should just be about us. I won’t remember much of it, but I still like to think it’ll mean something. And-”

“And sometimes it's better to take one big change at a time.” Lance kisses the base of Keith’s ear. “I’ll talk to Shiro and Adam about contraceptives, and we can revisit kids in another five phoebs.”

“I’ll be ready then.” Keith closes his eyes. “Thanks for understanding.”

“I don’t understand. That's why I'm glad we're talking about this. I don’t understand at all how your growth cycles work. I don’t understand how you’ll change… Part of me wonders if I’ll even recognize who you become.”

“You’ll recognize me. I’ll be a little more… grown up, but I’ll still be me.”

“So you’ll still be all sassy and beautiful?”

Keith glares at the folds of their blanket, ears aflutter. “Well, I don’t know about beautiful, but-”

“Good thing I’m an expert.” There’s something a little dark in Lance’s eyes now, some piece of want Keith hasn’t ever seen before. It’s gone as quickly as it appeared, blinked away. “We should spar tomorrow. I want to do more. Get better.”

"Okay."

"I can show you, if you want. How beautiful you are." Lance slips a hand under Keith’s shirt, drawing fingers up his spine, feeling the way his muscles tense and coil. Curious, Lance reaches out, lets his quintessence sink beneath Keith’s skin, exploring his body. Keith allows it, lets Lance explore him. If he could, he'd do the same. They're such different creatures.

Lance feels the way Keith's body is already priming to grow, feels stores of nutrients beginning to build up in his cells, feels the way his-

“Your bones. What’s wrong with-” It’s not his bones. Not entirely. His growth plates. He can feel them. Loosely knit, they’re not stitched quite right into the surrounding bone. “So that’s why you’re small."

“As rude as that is, it's pretty cool how you can tell. My growth plates are insufficient. Efforts to correct the issue proved temporary. When I grow, it's painful and the physical output is extreme.”

“I can tell,” Lance murmurs, still threading quintessence through Keith’s body. Whatever's wrong with his growth plates, it's something fundamentally wrong. Even his father wouldn’t be able to rectify it. “That plus a season-”

“My body likely wouldn’t be able to support a fetus.” Keith sighs. “That’s the main reason I want to wait, truthfully. I don’t want to go through that... I think my mother did. More than once. She's never said so, but sometimes... I see it in the way she looks at me.”

“I don’t want to go through that either. I won’t put us through that.” Lance closes his eyes, their bodies settling together, sinking into one another. “Galra are so… different. And you are just beautifully made.”

“I am?” Keith twists in Lance’s space, peers up into his blue and pink eyes. “How so?”

Lance gulps. He can see his quintessence firing in Keith’s eyes, in his veins, glowing a pristine blue-white. It's unearthly, ethereal, illuminating the shafts of his fur, his hands, his lips. All the places where veins are concentrated. Haunting and beautiful at the same time.

“I can see… Your hearts beating. I can tell that you’ve always been strong, but it didn’t use to be because of training. You used to have a more… organic strength, didn’t you? I can tell by your muscles attachments. Um… Wow, your eyes really are that large, huh? Not just a kit thing, they’re just big.”

“Is that bad?”

“Um. No? It means you have a pretty face. The surface of your brain is quite well-textured, but I don’t need that to tell you’re intelligent-”

“Do Alteans have a flattery bone or is this a quality that’s unique to you?”

Lance laughs, Keith’s mirroring chuckle inches from his lips. He leans in, brushes their noses together. “I don’t have a flattery bone, nor is flattery unique to me. I just happen to be very, very good at it. Your hearts are beating very fast. Why?”

“You- I think you’re done now,” Keith whispers. Lance immediately pulls away, slips out of his system. But his fingers stay, toying with his dorsal fur, exploring the texture. It’s so different from his own. Alien.

Lance wants to learn all the differences between them, knows he’ll have to start slower than he is. He carefully removes his hand, slips it around Keith’s waist. “Better?”

“Almost.”

And Keith leans up, pressing their lips together, humming into the contact. It doesn’t spark arousal, but it sparks warmth, something he could easily get addicted to. It makes him feel wanted. Even... loved.

Lance tastes like a bright future.

#LoveAftertheFact #LAtF #klance #galtean au #altean lance #galra keith #adashi #altean adam #galra shiro #voltron legendary defender #vld

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destinedzine · 4 years

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Our aritst spotlight today goes to the_lancicorn (Instagram)

What made you think Klance were soulmates?

The fact that they are opposites, yet they compliment each other so well. C’mon, red and blue, water sign and fire sign, even their nicknames sound good together. “Sharpshooter and Samurai” tell me something that sounds more perfect than that. The fact that one needs love and one has a lot of love to give. The fact that they literally bring out the best in one another and have always supported each other. Not only are they the iconic, force to be reckon with partners in the battlefield, they are also two idiots that forms the chaotic duo and I live for it. List goes on, and long story short, Klance are soulmates. PERIODT.

What’s your favorite soulmate trope?

Gotta be the classic red string of fate. There’s so many ways you can go about it. Another favorite of mine is the first thing you say to your soulmate is imprinted on you AU, because there’s a lot of funny things you can do.

#klance #laith #vld #voltron #klance zine #klance merch #soulmate au

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leggylance · 5 years

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hear me out, Aristotle and Dante Discover the secrets of the universe klance au 👀👀 Dante gives off Lance vibes, but Ari’s repression of his sexuality is more of Lance. While Ari is Keith cause Keith is a fighter ya know, but idk maybe Ari is Lance and Dante is Keith, either way they’re in love your honor

i don’t go here but this sounds right and i support you 🤝

#anonymous

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sparklebitch · 5 years

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I'd love some klance with depressed lance and supportive/protective Keith! Maybe the aftermath of a suicide attempt? (Sorry if this is triggering for you, feel free to ignore it if so)

A/N: For the record in this fic Keith and Lance are only platonic! I don’t do that whole ‘uwu he cured my depression with kisses’ shit.

Trigger warnings: suicide attempt, blood, self harm.

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Neither of them dared speak a word as Keith tightly wrapped Lance’s arms in bandages. The air hung heavy between them. The only sound was the dull hum of the ship. Lance stared vacantly at the wall behind Keith’s head.

“Okay” Keith sighed softly as he taped the end of the bandage down. He examined the brightly colored wrap that now covered Lance’s arms up to his elbows. It faintly glowed blue as it began to heal his wounds. Coran had showed him how to use the stuff a while back after a mission. It was an alternative to being put in the healing pods. “I’m all done” he said, looking up at Lance. Lance averted his eyes. He couldn’t look at him.

Lance pulled his lip in between his teeth and twisted his fingers. His head was in a fog. For a fleeting moment he wondered if it was from the bloodloss, but the thought dissipated as soon as it had formed. His gaze was drawn to glow on his arms. He could feel the ancient Altean magic filling his wounds. It stung, but not as badly as the blades had.

Suddenly a hand waved in his face. Keith frowned at him. “Lance?” Keith crouched down and felt Lance’s forehead. “We should… we should go clean you up,” he said, gently taking Lance’s elbow and lifting him to his feet. Lance followed Keith as if he was on autopilot, trying not to look at his bloodstained clothes.

Keith guided Lance to his room and let him sit on the floor. Keith eyed Lance’s bathroom nervously. Lance blinked and suddenly realized where they were. “Wha–”

“I need to clean up the mess…” he said slowly. “And I don’t want to leave you alone” Lance’s cheeks flushed and he stared down at the floor. Keith was worried Lance would hurt himself again. Lance couldn’t blame him, his worries were justified.

Keith disappeared into the bathroom after Lance gingerly sat on the edge of the bed. He could hear Keith rummaging around before he stepped back out with a wet washcloth and a towel in his hand. He set them on the floor next to Lance and then moved to Lance’s dresser, finding him a clean outfit. “Be careful with your bandages” He instructed. Lance nodded numbly.

“Thanks” he muttered for what had to be the twelfth time. Keith bowed his head and ducked back into the bathroom. Lance leaned down and picked up the wash cloth, carefully wiping the half-dried blood off his hands and the parts of his arms that weren’t bandaged. He then stripped down to his underwear and washed the last bit of blood that had soaked through his pants off his legs before pulling on the clothes that Keith had gotten out for him. His arms ached and his wrists throbbed, but the pain in his body was nothing compared to the war in his mind. He sunk back down onto his bed, his eyes traveling over the trail of blood that lead from the bathroom to the door.

Lance’s memory of the event was hazy but he could vaguely recall being carried out of the room, his hands crossed across his chest, wrapped haphazardly in rags. He could almost hear a voice. The face above him muttered things to him, his face pinched with worry. Everything else was too blurry to remember. The next thing that he clearly remembered was Keith moving him toward a healing pod. Lance woke up enough to protest, pleading for Keith to just try to stop the bleeding some other way.

After shoving the blood soaked clothes into a bag and dropping it by the door Lance moved to hover in the doorway leading to the bathroom. Keith was on his hands and knees trying to scrub the remnants of Lance’s blood from in between the grooves on the floor. He had already cleaned the sink and, Lance noted, removed the blades that had been there.

Lance wearily leaned on the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest again. Keith briefly glanced up at Lance with a look of concern. “Are you okay?” he asked. Lance lowered his eyes and nodded.

“Yeah, I guess” he said with a slight shrug. Keith obviously wasn’t talking about the incident. He was making sure that right now, Lance was okay. Keith leaned back on his knees and examined Lance’s face, making sure that he was telling the truth. Keith was good at reading Lance’s face.

“Okay” He examined the floor around him and then nodded, satisfied that he had cleaned it all. He rose to his feet and discarded the rag that he used to clean up into the bag that Lance had placed his clothes before turning to Lance.

“I- I–” Lance wrung his hands. “Thanks” he said. Keith placed a comforting hand on Lance’s shoulder. At his touch Lance felt his body betray him. A tear glided down his cheek, followed by another, and then another. “God” he whimpered. “Sorry” his head fell as his body began to shake.

“It’s okay” Keith tightened his hold on Lance and then pulled him into a hug. Lance dissolved into tears. He sobbed uncontrollably into Keith’s shoulder. “Shhh” Keith muttered soothingly, rubbing circles into Lance’s back. “C’mere” he slowly pulled Lance toward the bed so that he could sit down. Lance shuddered as he sunk down, Keith gingerly sitting down beside him.

“Do we have to talk about it?” Lance asked horsley. This wasn’t his first rodeo. He’d been caught cutting in the past, and attempted suicide once before he went to the garrison, and they all said the same thing. ‘We need to talk about this’

Keith brushed Lance’s hair out of his eyes, giving him a gaze full of worry and love. “We can talk in the morning, Lance. Right now you need to get some rest”

“What are they going to say?” He asked, as he slowly laid down on his side. “When they find out… They’re going to treat me differently. They always do” he said sadly. Keith stroked Lance’s hair one last time before moving into the chair that was sitting next to the bed.

“I’ve never treated you differently” Keith said, instead of answering the question. He wanted to make sure he said the right thing. The wrong answer could be potentially catastrophic for Lance right now. Keith had gotten Lance to trust him, to confide in him, and he didn’t want to mess that up. He was terrified of what would have happened if Lance hadn’t called out to Keith that night.

“Yeah, but you’re… different” Lance said as he pulled the blanket up over his shoulders. Keith dropped his hands into his lap and thought carefully before speaking up again.

“I don’t think that they’ll treat you differently” Keith said. “We all have our problems, and knowing about them brings us all closer. I think by telling them… it will help. Them and you” Lance watched Keith quietly. He had handled the whole situation so calmly. Not once did he belittle Lance, or scream and cry, asking why why did he do this. He sat with Lance, calming him down, and then patched him up. He cared for him and supported him when he needed it most.

Lance felt a few more tears slip down his cheek, landing onto his pillow. “Hey” Keith mumbled quietly, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You okay?” Keith whispered. Lance sniffed and nodded.

“Yeah” he said brokenly. “I- I just wanted to say thank you. You didn’t have to be there for me… but you were. You are. You’re always there for me. So… just- thank you”

“Of course” Keith said, furrowing his eyebrows. Lance propped himself up slightly.

“No, not ‘of course’” he insisted. “It’s- It’s not a given that you would help… Not for me anyway” Keith deflated, placing his hand on Lance’s. “My- My parents tried to understand, they really did. But they never… reacted well. They were always so angry with me and so I started to hide it. Which only made it worse. Hunk he- his sister killed herself when she was 17, so he’s always just been frustrated and scared. I don’t know how to explain it to them… And I don’t know how to explain it to you”

“You don’t have to explain yourself right now” Keith said gently. “As long as you promise me tomorrow” Lance peered up at Keith. “Promise me that tomorrow you’re going to try. That you’ll tell the others how you’re doing, tell me how you’re doing. I just want to know that you haven’t given up on yourself” Keith said, his voice trailing off. “Because if you can promise that… I can promise that I’ll be there for you. Always” Lance turned his hand over and squeezed Keith’s before settling back on the pillow.

“I- I promise that I’ll try” he said shakily. “God, look at us having a heart to heart in the middle of the night” he laughed, wiping his eyes. “It’s almost like we’re bonding” he joked. Keith smiled shyly as he removed his hand and leaned back into the chair.

“Well according to you we’ve never done that before.” he pointed out. Lance hummed and closed his eyes, the ghost of a smile still on his face.

“So, yeah. Thank you for being supportive even when you don’t understand. And- and for being there even when it’s hard. It means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me, Mullet. More than you could ever know” Keith’s face softened as he cast a smile at Lance.

“You mean a lot to me too, Sharpshooter. Now come on, get some sleep. We can talk in the morning” Lance nodded and mumbled a ‘goodnight’ through his yawn and then rolled over so his back was facing Keith.

Keith sat by Lance’s bed for the rest of the night, hardly getting any sleep at all. He watched Lance’s face relax as he drifted off to sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

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#kinda dumb of me to post tw's in the tags i'm now realizing #langst #voltron #angst #klangst #kangst #lance angst #lance #vld lance #voltron lance #prompts

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ephemelody · 5 years

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I’m sorry you’ve come to feel that way about kftf and fic in general. Kftf was one of those fics I had opened on my phone and set aside to come back to on a bad day (I love vampire Keith) and I’m a little disappointed that I waited too long to read it but that’s on me, not you. And I get it. I’ve recently started college and it sucks. I don’t know what I’m doing and it’s not fun and I hate it. So as a result I’ve started relying more and more on klance because they’re the only thing 1/

that makes me happy anymore (even though that’s probably not going to be sustainable much longer) and I’ve started trying to write stuff for them because I used to find writing fun when I was younger and it’s so difficult to write and not worry that it sounds bad or stupid or will be something that people judge me on, when in reality I know it’s probably fine but it just never feels like my writing’s good enough. My standards for myself are too high and I’m scared I’ll never reach them. 2/I’m worried this is beginning to sound like I’m trying to make you feel guilty for deleting for kftf or I’m dumping my own problems on you, neither of which is my intention here. I love your writing and I think you’re really talented and I have no doubt you’ll go on to succeed at whatever you try your hand at. I’m a little saddened by your decision, yes, but I totally understand and I support you. I’m sure you’ll get published and it’ll be amazing and I wish you the best. I’m sure we all do. 3/3

Hey anon, you’re absolutely fine no need to apologize. I knew that my decision would inevitably hurt some people, especially those who have been asking when I would go back to it. When I deleted KFTF, as dramatic as it sounds, it really did feel like ripping something out of me. So it was quite physically, a heart wrenching decision to make, and I’m sorry. Thank you for understanding.

I’m really sorry to hear that college has been hard on you. I know, in a way, how that can feel. Again, I loved my uni, but some of the hardest moments in my life happened during my time there. And I want to tell you as someone who survived those moments, it does get better. I hope it gets so much better for you anon. I hope you discover what you’re looking for. You will make it through. And if you discover that college isn’t for you, that’s absolutely okay too. It’s not the one path in life you have to follow. Do what’s right for you.

The thing that carried me through was writing for klance, so if writing and klance are your solaces, write with all your might. The fear of being ridiculed, the fear of not meeting your own expectations and being disheartened by it, are all really relatable and valid to a lot of writers. But I want to tell you that the people on AO3 are unbelievably kind, and I’ve been incredibly lucky with my readership. I know that a few other fanfic authors haven’t been as fortunate and have had a few questionable commenters, but posting on AO3 under a username, where no one on there knew who I was or what I was going through, was really liberating. And it gave me hope, it gave me strength, to keep posting my words. And I felt so happy with the readers I had that I felt comfortable enough to share aspects of my life and my struggles, and even though I’ve made this decision today to not write for fandom anymore to save my mental health, I will always be so, so, so grateful to every one of my readers who gave me the courage to begin pursuing my dream.

So I encourage you to write, and I encourage you to share your work. It is nervewracking and terrifying, and there may always be a layer of anxiety to it. But if you love writing then please continue writing. Don’t let anyone stop you, most of all yourself. Big expectations are daunting, but it will keep you hungry and ambitious and you will get better the more you write and the more you read and practice. You will meet your own expectations without realizing it, and after you meet those expectations, you’re gonna set even higher ones for yourself.

So give yourself a chance, please. If there’s anything I want to leave behind as a fanfic writer, it’s knowing I was able to encourage other people to start writing too. I’m wishing you all the best anon and cheering for you!!

And thank you for the well wishes too ♡

#you can do it anon #Anonymous

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theonceoverthinker · 4 years

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89. Hi! Why don’t you CHEW on this new Fair Game HC? XD

...Yeah, given the subject matter of tonight’s HC, that pun might be...well, you’ll see...

Originally, I was gonna make tonight’s HC about Fair Game’s and their favorite types of candy, but I wasn’t really feeling it (I’ll release it another day though), and halfway through, I came up with this instead.

Now, it’s not exactly dark (I make it pretty optimistic, I believe), but for me especially, this HC, it kind of hits home because of the subject matter, so it’s gonna be a bit more solemn than my usual fluffy and wacky affair.

I have a disorder called misophonia. To put it simply, misophonia is a disorder that puts one in an extreme state of anger and disgust at loud chewing sounds. It’s no hyperbole for me to say that this disorder inconveniences a large part of my life.

So, where am I going with this?

During the candy HC development, I came up with what I felt was a pretty interesting and in-character take for Clover having to do with this disorder (Granted, to a MUCH smaller extent than those afflicted with it have) that would give Clover some more dimensions and gives Qrow a chance to comfort Clover for a change, and thus I decided to let tonight’s HC revolve around it. (Also, TW for a deliberately realistically written play-by-play of the pain of misophonia)

Let’s do this.

Clover has a strong aversion to the sound of people chewing and popping gum. He’s had it for as long as he could remember, and he’d be lying if he said that the military’s lack of tolerance for gum chewing wasn’t one of his favorite parts of being in it. As the leader of the Ace Ops, he’s pretty much able to curate his life around not having the sounds of gum anywhere near him.

However, once he’s out of the military and out of that position of power, that problem returns.

Qrow has chewed gum in Clover’s presence exactly one time. They were hanging out, resting on a couch together, and Qrow casually popped a piece in his mouth.

Not-so-fun fun fact. Until this point, Qrow’s never heard Clover wince.

Until this point, Clover’s never had a reason to wince.

But when he sees that gum enter Qrow’s mouth, he winces.

Qrow asks Clover if everything’s okay...but Clover lies to him for the first time since they’ve met. Everyone else he’s ever told this problem to has laughed at him for it, and Clover himself finds it so ridiculous that something like this puts him in so much pain, but it does.

Still, Qrow believes him when he says there’s no problem, and starts chewing away at the gum.

(More under the cut)

Clover knows this isn’t Qrow’s fault -- after all, Clover is the one who didn’t tell him what was going on -- but he can’t help but shoot Qrow a glare every time Qrow gives the gum in his mouth a particularly loud chew. Soft grunts bubble under his breath too, as minutes progress.

It’s finally when Qrow pops the gum that Clover loses it. He openly groans, squeezing his hands against his ears. It’s the only time Qrow’s ever seen him truly frustrated.

Qrow stops chewing the gum -- still unaware of what it has to do with anything -- and walks over to Clover. He gently puts his hand on Clover’s arm and asks him what’s wrong.

Clover sinks back onto the couch he’s sitting on. Tears pinch the corners of his eyes as he apologizes for snapping the way that he does in the absolute meekest voice Qrows ever heard come out of him. The whole reaction crushes Qrow. Qrow sits beside him, and asks him to talk.

Finally, Clover asks him to remove the gum from his mouth. Qrow’s confused, but grabs a tissue and spits the gum into it.

Grateful, Clover begins talking, telling Qrow everything, from the looks he used to get for complaining about gum chewing from his family and friends to how just the sound shoots up his anxiety to the guilt he feels asking others not to chew it around him to his fears of regularly confronting the sound again now that he’s out of the military.

Qrow listens wholly to everything Clover tells him, and once Clover’s done, Qrow assures him that he’ll do everything he can to make sure this is never a problem for Clover again. Qrow’s remaining supply of gum is thrown out that night, and the next day, Qrow does some research on the disorder and what he can do to minimize the effects the outside world can have on him.

Two days later, Qrow gifts Clover a pair of clear earplugs, something Clover receives with flowing tears in his eyes and a hug that lasts nearly five minutes. Qrow also keeps sets of them in his bag, jacket, and pants pockets, just in case something happens. After all, if Qrow’s semblance has taught him anything, it’s that it never hurts to be prepared for things to go awry.

Additionally, gum is banned from their home by Qrow in the same way that Clover has always banned alcohol, and it’s a rule Qrow is not afraid to harshly enforce, even on his nieces. It’s something Clover loves Qrow for with all of his heart, never feeling as supported as he does whenever he remembers how Qrow stepped up for him and just how lucky he is to have Qrow in his life.

Tagging @homokinetic @skybird13 @whipped4qrow @mooksie01 @luck-of-the-caw @xwildangel @solitude-of-stars @magneto-is-neato @o0nashipear0o @unfairgamey @doctorrwby @clover-and-co @megan-atthedisco @wash-my-brain @bisexualdisasterqrow @baelonthebrave @doubledexterity @rwby-things-i-guess @atlas-heartthrob @the-answer-was-bi-klance @compoterie @thuskindlyiboop @oceansquid @transdemion @deltastream21 @mimiori @xya-hunter @delta-altair

Want to be tagged in future Fair Game HC’s? Of course, you do! So send me a reply, PM, or ask to be added, and I’ll grant your greatest wish! XD

#fair game #qrow branwen #clover ebi #rwby #lucky charms #luck birds #luckbirds #qrover #fair game hcs #tw: misophonia #misophonia #89

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blayzez · 5 years

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I don't see many Moana aus? For Klance?? I know there's no romance in the film, but like... Maui is Lance's spirit animal and the relationship between Tala and Moana has such Shiro/Keith vibes that it just?? Vexes me that not many go this route

So screw it I'm doing it and you can't stop me

Keith is the son of his island's chieftess, Krolia. After a failed voyage took the life of Keith's father -- Krolia's husband -- Krolia has been deadset against sailing and insists that everyone is happier and safer on the island. Her brother-in-law, Shiro, disagrees but he can't persuade her. So he instead secretly encourages young Keith's love and curiosity of the ocean. It works but it also makes Keith unsure whether to follow his heart or his duty as the future chief.

And to be fair, he isn't a horrible leader. He's clunky at it at first, but with Shiro's help, he does okay. But his love for the ocean and his longing for freedom makes it difficult for him, causing him to lose his temper and mess things up. He fights with Krolia a lot and Shiro is his main support system.

The failed first voyage that somewhat deters Keith still happens. Shiro tells Keith about the demigod, Leandro, and how he stole the heart of Allura, an important goddess in their culture. Now the world is terrorized by Haggar and only Leandro returning Allura's heart will stop Haggar. Shiro reveals that he has Allura's heart after he shows Keith the cave that proves their descendants were voyagers; Keith announces that at a village meeting and tries to encourage everyone to sail again.

He and Krolia argue, their worst argument yet, until they hear that Shiro had collapsed and was being treated. It doesn't look good for him.

Out of earshot of everyone else, Shiro tells Keith that the ocean had chosen Keith and it was now up to him to find Leandro and return Allura's heart. He shoves the Heart of Allura (placed in a convenient and awesome knife-shaped pendant) into Keith's hands and tells him to go. Keith complies, packs his things in the dead of night (helped by Shiro's husband, Adam, who had always been on Shiro's side but had complied with Krolia because he felt it was his duty), and sets out to find Leandro. Shiro, who passes away, appears as a wolf spirit, running across the water as if it were ice and lighting Keith's way.

When he does find Leandro -- who insists on being called Lance because it sounds cooler ("I'm literally a weapon, it's PERFECT") -- he finds the guy to be cute but, well, a dick. Lance is seemingly very full of himself and considers Keith to be beneath him. Still, with the ocean helping Keith, the two set out on their journey (as do the pet mice, taking Heihei's place), Lance reluctantly teaching Keith to sail and the two maybe becoming attracted to each other the more they come to understand each other. Their run-in with Lotor (who takes Tamatoa's place) being the main turning point in their relationship.

I think Romelle would be in this. Perhaps part of the legend of Allura involves a similar goddess/island structure that is Romelle and the two are star-crossed lovers. Their islands were attached, but Lance accidentally separated the two when stealing Allura's heart. Part of returning the heart involved bringing the islands back together, reuniting the lovers. What convinced Lance to return to Keith and help bring the two islands back together was that Lance had come and met Romelle. Upon realizing exactly what he had done, and realizing how horrible he felt being away from Keith (who he had fallen in love with at this point), Lance immediately goes back to help Keith in his quest to return Allura's heart.

Idk I just really like the idea? Keith would be 19-20 in this au and he'd get his infamous scar during the journey (perhaps because of Lotor or their first fight with Haggar). Also, I'm sorry for killing Shiro, but he fits Tala's role so well and I couldn't find a way around the death without screwing up the story. ;; I kind of imagine Adam reuniting somewhat with Shiro (or at least his spirit) as he joins Keith as a voyager, and eventually moving on and finding love again.

#voltron #klance #keith #lance #shiro #adam #adashi #broganes #krolia #romelle #allura #romellura #moana au #lotor #haggar #my post

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enlacinglineswrites · 5 years

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April Monthly Klance prompt 4

This week is the final of April's monthly Klance prompts: first 'I love you'/domestic.

This is the final of my four part memory loss drabble series, so please make sure you've read the others first:

Read part 1

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Thank you so much for supporting this month's drabble series! Enjoy the last part, and hopefully you'll keep joining me for more Klance goodness 😁

First ‘I love you’/domestic (part 4)

His head is caught in a vice; each side tightening by the hour, pressure on pressure in his skull. Keith wanders between hazy half-sleep and wishing he were asleep, the pain too much to stay fully conscious. This is apparently normal, a final phase as his memories return. Reassuring as this is, the pain is all consuming: time melts into hours in the dark where he rests on his bed, wishing his mind would allow him respite.

His door opens, a slip of light reaching through, causing him to wince. There’s a muffled apology, and Keith tries to turn in the direction of the sound as he recognises the cadence.

“Shhh, sorry. Go back to sleep.”

Keith makes some sort of noise between a whimper and a groan, all he can muster. A cool hand slides to his forehead, his whole body relaxing into the sensation.

“I wish I could make it stop for you, babe. I’m here though,” Lance says, voice and touch light.

Keith reaches blindly, an uncoordinated flailing of limbs which is so unlike himself he almost wonders if it’s him in control. But Lance catches his hand instantly, close and healing, even if he cannot take away the pain. Lance keeps up the pressure on his hand, and continues to softly card his fingers through Keith’s hair. A rhythm that lulls him finally into sleep.

It’s in the depths it comes to him. A memory:

Seated on a high back chair in the castleship, just he and Lance, who looks worried.

“Is this really the only choice? What if…” he pauses, turning away.

Keith reaches out, cups his cheek and gently ushers his gaze back. Lance inhales, then restarts.

“What if your memories don’t come back? What if you forget everything? Forget us?”

And Keith smiles despite Lance’s concern, despite his own pounding heart as there is one thing he is certain of.

“There’s no technology in this world that could make me forget you.”

Keith sits up, his own words echoing in his barely pounding head. He’s not sure how much time has passed, but Lance is gone, as is the full force of the headache. What he’s gained though, is everything. He recalls it all: his childhood back on earth, the Garrison, becoming the Red Paladin and Lance. Him, them, everything, each corner and pattern of their love, flowing in and resonating so deeply he almost wants to laugh with joy at the intensity. He doesn’t though, instead he stands shakily and makes his way out of his own empty room.

He reaches a now familiar keypad, typing in the anniversary of his and Lance’s first date, and the door slides open.

He walks in and stands in their room.

For that’s what it is; he moved in just before the memory erasing mission and now he can see it. The few gifts he’s received on planets, his jacket sleeve visible from the open wardrobe, his knife on the desk. The room is full of photos, mostly taken by Lance, and a few selfies of both of them.

It’s home, and Keith has returned.

Lance is sitting with his back to the door, headphones on, scribbling notes on paper. Keith grins and crosses the room in two strides before circling Lance in his arms and pulling him close.

Predictably, Lance shrieks and stiffens but does not strike out, too familiar with the feel and scent of Keith to go into combat mode. Keith keeps his right arm around Lance, and lifts his left to take off the headphones. Before Lance has a chance to say anything, Keith kisses his cheek and whispers into his ear.

“I love you.”

It is not the first time, but the feeling has not diminished since; the thrill of the letters mixed together, the rightness of the sentiment, and yet how it still won’t do; how it only just touches the surface of how he feels for this man.

Lance chokes, damp sounding and his hand moves to his mouth. Keith returns his arm to the hug, leaning in for a moment, before Lance squirms and Keith lets him go.

Lance turns immediately, eyes shining and hands coming to rest on Keith’s cheeks. And Keith smiles, full and bright as that gaze focuses, with the full memories and knowledge of what they are.

“I missed you,” Lance says, the force and feeling in his words unmistakable.

“I’m here,” he says, and rests his forehead against Lance’s, comfort in closeness.

Lance’s sighs then, tension releasing, and Keith cannot imagine how this must have been for him. He promises himself they’ll talk about this later, make sure he knows how Lance is feeling and what he needs. But for now there’s just delight in the moment, in having one another back.

“I love you, Keith.”

It’s not the first time he’s heard that but each time is a first; a first for that day, for the moment, for the setting and the context. And each time he receives it, Keith cherishes it, treasures the meaning and how luck they are to have one another.