#voltron scenarios

[keiffeine]

my sister in christ i am b e g g i n g you to write hc for keith's s/o whispering "yes sir" in his ear over the most basic task i KNOW our boy would be so flustered 🙏🙏🙏

with gender-neutral reader.

genre: fluff(?), suggestive

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• “y/n,” keith says, turning towards you with a stack of papers in his hand. “i forgot to give these to shiro, can you give them to him for me on your way out?”

• “yes, sir,” you say in his ear, taking said papers and kissing him on the cheek before making on your way out of the meeting room.

• keith felt his breath hitch and heart stop when you said that. warmth flooded in his cheeks, traveling down to his neck and leaving him visibly red and flustered.

• it rang in his head throughout the rest of the day, and his mind was always elsewhere when there was work that had to be done or someone was trying to have a conversation to him.

• he’s just dying to hear you say it again. it makes him feel weirdly giddy and his heart just skips a beat.

• “keith? seriously, are you okay?” you ask him when you cross paths later in the day. “you seem so distracted today, what’s up?” you squeeze his shoulder, and he jumps a little, distracted once again.

• “oh.” keith clears his throat, shaking his head. “no, just—” he pauses, slowly turning red again. “just thinking about what you said earlier.”

• you quirk a brow. “what did i say?” you ask, nothing crossing your mind.

• “you…you know,” keith mumbles, too embarrassed to say.

• you think for a moment, then raising your brows when you remembered. “oh, was it me calling you”—you lean close to his ear, like earlier—“sir?”

• keith turns his head away from you, ears red. “don’t do that here,” he says through his teeth, “but yes.”

• “oh, i’m sorry, sir.” you giggle, nudging his shoulder. “i’ll make sure to watch what i say, sir,” you say in a sultry voice, before leaving and letting keith drift to his thoughts again.

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[nagoyatriste]

Headcanons | Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane

word count: 318

pairing: dom! Shiro x male! sub! reader.

contents: nsfw

a/n: my first time doing an nsfw writing (in english) be gentle with me (?) I hope you like it! I'm prepping more stuff (sfw/nsfw) of voltron :D

I think of Shiro as a soft dom or service dom (we can agree he's a switch but more usual to be a dom), he just wants to please you at all costs.

You want to try this new position? Sure. Or maybe some roleplay? It's something new, but no problem! Even new practices like bondage or trying to discover kinks, Shiro can do everything you want!

Vanilla, rough, faster, he's okay with that, but there's a thing that he would never do: hurt you in any form, the silver-haired doesn't like the idea of inflicting pain on you, the most he can do it's a bit of spanking when the things are heated but nothing more, it's not comfortable with the idea.

Along with being your service dom comes A LOT of praising: "You look so good like this", " Look at you, so pretty under me", "You're taking me so well"

Please give him a blowjob if he's stressed, he needs it and is going to thank you for that after ;)

Shiro is not a loud type but either a silent one, he's a good medium point, maybe is not used to moaning but a lot of gasps let out his mouth.

Talking about dimensions *wink wink* he's big and knows it, I'm not saying an enormous type, but a big one, none of you two wants your cunt to be demolished by his dick so prepping it's like a routine before sex.

As I said before he can try any position you propose but his favorite one is definitely missionary! He's a romantic type, the closeness and contact that this position gives is ideal for him, also can look at your face in all the act, which makes it better. In addition: if you're in a mood of taking control, the cowboy position is a good one! Has the same things your boy likes of missionary.

[deckoftrickcards]

“keith is a top” “no keith is a bottom” KEITH STAYS A FUCKING VIRGIN UNTIL HE IS LIKE 25 THAT MAN IS NOT A HOE STOP TWISTING THE NARRATIVE HE IS NOT BEING INTIMATE WITH ANYONEEEEEEEEE

[keithsautism]

I feel like Keith and Lance are both ND but in different ways. Keith is the kind of guy who would really like physical contact and words of affirmation as love languages. He's pretty good at telling Lance how he feels about him later in the series. He'd probably appreciate the lack of ambiguity and take things at face value/put trust in I love yous.

Meanwhile Lance grew up in a big family so they might not have had as much money. Receiving gifts was a really big deal for him growing up. I can imagine Keith giving Lance a cool blue shell he found at an alien market and being all confused, thinking Lance doesn't like it when he goes still. Like he wants to take it back and is disappointed that Lance doesn't like it. But he does, he's just a bit overwhelmed by the gesture. Trying to show why he thought getting some silly shell was a good idea, Keith meekly tells him to look at this pretty part of it, turning it over in Lance's hands, pointing out an opalescent part that's all different kinds of blues. Says it reminds him of Lance's eyes.

Lance says something like "How would you know what colour my eyes are" because eye contact is not Keith's forte, but there's no bite behind it, and Keith doesn't get the joke anyway, just looks nervous. Keith just says they're pretty, as if he couldn't not have noticed. Lance puts it down on his side table gently. Keith says "You don't like it?" Lance gives him a super tender kiss. They kiss for a while holding each other, and Keith hugs him, sighing with contentment into lance's shoulder. Says "Holding you feels like home" then Lance dies on the spot

[ambriel-angstwitch]

Galra!Keith: My hero

Lance: Would you mind giving your hero a name?

Keith: Sure, I know lots of names. You don't have one?

Lance: No, I do! It's Lance! I just wanted to know yours.

Keith: Oh. It's Keith

[one-and-lonely16]

little incorrect quote that i may write at one point who knows:

lance: *storms into room* *sits on bed* *screams into pillow*

hunk, without looking up from his book: i know

lance: his hair!

hunk: i know

lance: what did he do to it?

hunk: i dont know

lance: it looks so hot!

hunk: i know

lance: i just- i want to-

hunk: use your words

lance: he just- i want to- i need to- *makes grabby motion with hands in the air* *flaps hands around* *groans* *makes grabby hands again*

hunk: *turns page in his book* i know

lance: *groans into pillow and collapses back on the bed*

pidge, who was walking past and saw that last bit: *peeks head in* do i even want to know?

[anonymouszephyrus]

Keith's really smart but doesn't fully understand humor so he'll pretend not to know some pop culture thing or extremely essential piece of knowledge for the bit and everyone takes him seriously and now everyone on the ship thinks he not only doesn't know what Legos are but also didn't know the difference between blue and green until Voltron.

Now... At first, I couldn't whether this was supposed to be a request for me to write until I actually started reading it and my little brain processed the damn thing. So here it is <3

(I may have gone way too off the script but oh well. I really liked it NFKJAN It's short but oh well, whoever wants to use it- go ahead. Have fun!)

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"Keith."

Lance stared back at him with a perplexed, almost offended look in his eyes. The red paladin was almost tempted to stop the act and laugh in his face at how gobsmackingly stupid he looked right now. "Don't be fucking with me right now."

The blue paladin looked so serious and so utterly cute as he stared down at Keith on the floor, "What?" Keith answered, tilting his head a bit as he looked up at Lance.

"Are you colorblind?" He asked, moving closer to him, "Or just actually clueless?"

Keith couldn't help but give out a small chuckle, "I'm not colorblind, Lance. I'm quite sure of that."

It had been just a few weeks since the 'reveal' that Keith didn't know what Legos were.. that was fine, apparently. Not everyone had the option of having those little foot-breaking blocks... no, the thing Lance was so offended and disgruntled by was the fact that Keith mistook his blue lion for Pidge's. Not only were they different sizes, but Lance was so offended that his beauty of a lion was being compared to Pidge's snarky and "know-it-all" one. No offense, Pidge. He said before.

He might have chalked it up to Keith being slightly colorblind or his Galran heritage having something to do with the way he sees color... but the red paladin have proved before that he did know the difference between the two lions.. and now, Lance was utterly convinced he was just doing it to fuck with him.

"You're such a bitch." Keith laughed at his reaction, the very nerve!

How could he just sit there and laugh and look so beautiful?! It seemed as though Keith took pleasure in tormenting him, mocking him with his laughter and leaving Lance feeling foolish and inadequate. The audacity of that little shit...

This infuriatingly bossy, annoying, devious, stubborn, hot-headed, irresistible-

The blue paladin stared at him. Stared at how Keith laughed, realizing he didn't do it very often. He sat there and stared at him, for a long time he now realized.

With a sudden gesture, Keith waved his hand in front of Lance's eyes, jolting him out of his daze. Lance's gaze locked onto the red paladin, realizing that Keith had stealthily closed the distance while Lance was lost in his thoughts. As Lance stared back, mesmerized by Keith's captivating eyes—a mesmerizing blend of swirling black and purple, sprinkled with specks of dark blue—he couldn't help but think how stunning Keith looked up close. However, Lance's mind abruptly snapped back to reality. Wait.

Oh dear.

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

[alohaasaloevera]

I AM SO SORRY (I’m really not) About my 4 day word vomit streak!! HAVE SOME MORE WHILE I IGNORE MY FIC I NEED TO WORK ON!!!

Lance would definitely ramble about the new fnaf movie or whatever and Keith would think "I want to be DOMINATED by him" or something like that and have to physically restrain himself from pouncing on Lance. It's canon, broskis.

Lance: so about pineapple on pizza. Really? I mean, they're both AMAZING apart, but together? No. The flavors do not mix well and—

Keith, internally: please let me choke on-

Lance: Keith? You good?

Keith: oh shit yeah I'm good

Lance: Alright. So I said to the lady, "Have you even thought through this? Do you even know what exactly you're doing?" And then she said, like the idiot she is, "Yeah. I am confident-

Keith: do NOT fucking jump into his lap and start to kiss him until he can't physically breathe. You're better than this, Kogane. Patience yields focus.

Lance: and I start to get annoyed, because who does this lady think she is? I'm trying my absolute best to de-escalate this situation—

Keith: fuck it. *gets up from his chair and sits on Lance's lap, tugging him closer by the lapels on his jacket*

Lance: um... Buddy? What's happening—

Keith: you're such a fucking dork and it annoys me so goddamn much

Lance: hey! I get that sometimes I talk a lot, but—

Keith: *KISSES HIM STRAIGHT ON THE FUCKING MOUTH*

Lance, internally: OH FUCK. OH..FUCK? FUCK YEAH!!!! BOYS I WON!!! HOLYFUCKINGSHIT IM GOING TO EXPLODE RIGHT NOW YEAH FUCK YES—

Lance, panting heavily: *breaks away* that... was unexpected.

Keith: I am so sorry I will never do that again-

Lance: woah woah woah, slow down there—I never said I didn't like it? Though I am very flattered that THE Keith Kogane has decided to—

Keith: Shut up and kiss me.

Hunk: hey guys, have you seen Pidge? I need to work with her on the goo machines—OH! NEVER MIND! I AM TOTALLY FINE WITH FINDING HER MYSELF OK BYE!!

[galraluver]

Erm, it has been literally a year since I've requested lmao. Anyways, I have a request while they are open.

One of the Galra (specifically looking for Thace or Kolivan) don't know that some humans dye their hair, so when they have a S/O who religiously dyes their hair purple they just assume they're half galra, until they catch them dying their hair. They hadn't actually said anything to their human S/O about assuming they're partially Galran, so it surprised when they say they thought that.

Thanks!

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I'm glad that you're still around, I apologize for the long wait for requests to be open 😅. That's actually a really interesting idea, I'll be happy to write them 😊

I think that someone else already requested something really similar on someone else's blog, but I'm still going to post this because I took my time to write it last year and I still want to fulfill your request

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Ever since (Y/n) was old enough to dye her hair purple she did because purple was her favorite color, other people didn't always like it but she didn't care. She dyed her hair purple each time the dye started losing its color, so naturally she always kept purple hair dye on hand in her bathroom. (Y/n) was glad that the Garrison allowed people to dye their hair, she would have died if she couldn't dye her hair. The students she taught always thought she was the cool teacher because she wasn't as old fashioned as the other teachers; that, and she allowed snacks in her class. After (Y/n) found herself in space with the paladins she thought that she would have to let her hair go natural since she didn't bring any hair dye with her, luckily she found a store at the space mall that sold hair dye for all hair types.

(Y/n) already wasn't expecting to end up millions of lightyears away from Earth; meeting aliens completely blew her mind and ending up in a romantic relationship with a buff alien man twice her height had seemed impossible until it actually happened. Kolivan, the man she would eventually be marrying after the war with the galra empire ended, was standoffish with almost everyone except for her and maybe Keith, depending on what kind of mood he was in. The reason Kolivan trusted her and Keith was because Keith was Krolia's son and he thought she was half galra too, only he was attracted to (Y/n) and wanted her to eventually be his mate. (Y/n) found it strange that Kolivan was so open to her ever since they got to know each other better, although she was glad that he reciprocated her feelings. One day while she was busy dyeing her hair in one of the bathrooms in the castle of lions, Kolivan went looking for her after attending a strategy meeting with the paladins; he decided to ask Shiro if he knew where his significant other was.

“(Y/n) is usually here waiting for me after our meetings, would you happen to know where she is?” Kolivan asked Shiro with genuine curiosity, wondering where his beloved was during that moment.

“I think she's fixing her hair in the bathroom near the bedrooms.” Shiro replied, telling the older man where (Y/n) was.

“Thank you.” Kolivan responded with gratitude before he started his journey to where his girlfriend was.

The corners of Shiro's mouth twitched upwards, he was happy for (Y/n) because she finally found someone who loved her; Kolivan might not have been the most social person out there, but he loved her and she loved him. One of (Y/n's) physical aspects Kolivan loved most was her hair, it was a beautiful shade of purple and he loved gently running his fingers through it. She obviously wasn't related to Keith, he often found himself wondering how and when another galra landed on Earth and had the time to mate with a human; he wondered if someone from the galra empire went to Earth before Krolia but had a change of heart after falling in love with a human. (Y/n) had the bathroom door open so she could have the proper ventilation, although she wasn't expecting Kolivan to be looking for her. Kolivan got the shock of his life when he saw (Y/n) dyeing her hair purple, his heart almost stopped when he saw her natural hair color; (Y/n) never knew that Kolivan thought she was half galra, she always assumed he knew that she dyed her hair.

“(Y/n)? What is all of this?” Kolivan asked (Y/n) in disbelief, hardly able to wrap his mind around the fact that she wasn't half galra; he didn't necessarily feel betrayed because her lineage never came up, although it was still a shock to him.

“Oh, hey Koli. I'm just dyeing my hair.” (Y/n) cheerfully greeted her boyfriend when she turned to look at him before facing the mirror again, not thinking much of it while she carefully rubbed the purple dye into her soft locks.

All Kolivan could do was stand there and stare, completely dumbfounded that he'd mistaken a simple dye job for galra genes. It made a lot more sense to him as to why (Y/n) was so nose blind and why she wasn't as strong as Keith, but it ultimately didn't matter what species she was because he would always love her no matter what. He watched as she finished putting the purple dye in her hair before she took off and placed the reusable gloves in the sink after she washed them off, watching his future wife dye her hair unnerved him a little. (Y/n) looked at Kolivan's reflection in the mirror and saw the conflicted expression on his face, she felt bad for not telling him sooner that she dyed her hair purple. She turned to face him after she set the timer on her phone, prepared to answer any of his questions.

“How long have you been dyeing your hair?” Kolivan questioned when (Y/n) fully faced him, trying his best not to offend her; he didn't want to make her feel bad, he just wanted to understand why she enjoyed dyeing her hair and for how long she had been doing it.

“I've been doing it for a few years. I- I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, I just didn't think it would ever come up.” (Y/n) apologized, feeling anxious when she looked her boyfriend in the eye while she spoke to him.

“I thought you were half galra- I never considered that you simply dyed your hair. I don't love you any less, but it's a lot for me to take in.” Kolivan explained before he gave (Y/n) the wrong idea, he didn't want her to think he would break things off with her from a simple misunderstanding.

(Y/n) never would have thought he would think she was half galra, although it definitely explained why he was so friendly with her when they first met each other. Since Kolivan didn't seem too upset she began telling him why she began dyeing her hair purple and when; she didn't necessarily hate her real hair color, but she liked having purple hair a lot more. For a moment she was worried that he didn't like her dyeing her hair purple, thankfully he didn't hold it against her and accepted her sense of style. Kolivan knew about hair dye, he remembered a time when Ulaz accidentally dyed the fur growing out of his crest pink instead of dark purple like he'd originally planned, the memory would always be burned in his mind. He still thought (Y/n) looked very attractive with purple hair and offered to help her with the dyeing process if she needed his help in the future, (Y/n) appreciated Kolivan's offer to help her very much.

[loz-tearsofahomo]

Sure soft cuddling klance is good but consider this:

They both wildly overheat but are so fucking touchy that they are completely squished together

Lance complains about this situation as in KEIIITHH WHY ARE YOU A FURNACE

Keith: And how is that my problem??

Lance: IDK MULLET FIX IT

Keith: fine maybe I WILL *pushes lance off*

Lance: ... but now I'm lonely

Keith: im trying to sleep shut up

Lance pulls the classic "make me"

"you little shit-" somehow out of annoyance Keith finds his way ON TOP of lance

lance smiles - this is exactly what he wanted, Keith is playing RIGHT into his hand

Keith leans down so that thier breathes are mingling "oh you're lonely are you?" His voice is soft TOO SOFT

Lances blush INTENSIFIES TEN FOLD, WHEN DID KEITH GET SO LIKE THAT??

Keith laughs at lances dumb expression and lowers himself down to give a wee kiss on the forehead and snuggles back up

The original overheating problem is absolutely not solved but Lance just has his mind - occupied

[vee-is-a-clown]

Lance: *Lays head on Keith's shoulder*

Keith: "What are you doing?"

Pidge: "That's your husband. They're supposed to do that."

[keiffeine]

Can u do riding Keith (from Voltron) after being jealous all day or a quickie in the lion?

with gender-neutral reader.

genre: nsfw (under the cut)

tags: a little bit of possessive!keith?

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• “lance could never make you feel as good as this, huh?” keith said, voice low and velvety in your ear as he thrusted up into you, aggression in his movements. he was clearly worked up, over lance apparently, and he was being rougher than usual—but you weren’t complaining.

• “i don’t—hhng—know what you’re…talking about,” you whimpered as keith’s fingers dug into the bare flesh of your thighs, watching you move on top of him and guiding you down.

• “don’t act like you don’t see the way he looks at you,” keith says in between grunts, his cock grazing against that spot that made your eyes roll back. “i don’t like it—the way that he wants to see you like this, too.”

• you can’t bring yourself to say anything; your voice is strained and your ability to say a single sentence just isn’t there. the only thing you can do is moan and push your hips down against keith’s, taking as much of him as you can.

• “you belong to me, you got that?” he says, voice sharp, and your weak voice quietly mutters the words: “yes, keith.”

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[cluelesslesbian]

a tense situation when you're secretly pining for your bestie...

[scattered-winter]

Keith sprinted down the corridor, heart pounding and pulse racing. He held his sword in one hand and his knife in the other. Both blades were wet with blood, and Keith was certain he had more on his clothes. None of it was his.

The smell of smoke hung heavy in the air, and it was all Keith could do to keep running. His vision kept overlaying with the burning farmhouse, the charred bodies—it took every bit of his focus to stay anchored in the present.

But for all the adrenaline coursing through his veins, there was fear there, too.

He’d encountered and brought down a few enemies already, but there were more; he could hear the screams, the shouts, the sounds of battle echoing through the castle halls.

Lance. He had to find Lance.

Keith rounded a corner and stopped short, blades snapping up as a figure materialized from the shadows. The figure dropped into a defensive stance when he caught sight of Keith, but held it for only a moment before relaxing and lowering his bloodied sword.

“Keith!” Shiro cried, relief clear in his tone. “Are you okay?”

Keith’s defensive posture melted away, but he didn’t sheathe his blades. “I’m fine. What’s going on?”

“Bandits,” Shiro answered, expression grim. “A lot of them. I’ve been trying to establish a perimeter, but there’s too much chaos and not enough knights. We’re spread too thin.”

Keith’s heart plunged into his stomach. They’d just sent most of their forces out to take care of skirmishes on the border; the castle was defended by a skeleton crew at best. Had the bandits planned this?

From the look on Shiro’s face, he’d reached the same conclusion, but it wasn’t like either of them had time to worry about it.

“Where’s Lance and Allura?” Shiro’s tone was clipped, all business. It was only because Keith knew him so well that he could see the underlying fear, the tightness around his eyes. “We need to get them both to safety.”

“I was with Allura when the attack started; I left her with Shay and Romelle, in the armory." Keith exhaled shakily. "I—I don’t know where Lance is. I’m trying to find him.”

Shiro gave a short nod. “Okay. We’ll establish a perimeter around the armory and medical wing; if you come across anyone else, send them there.”

Keith nodded and opened his mouth to ask another question, but movement at the corner of his vision caught his eye.

A group of heavily armed bandits on the other end of the hallway were bounding up the spiraling staircase, one after another. Blood-covered blades flashed red in the moonlight.

Keith’s blood turned to ice. They were heading for Lance’s rooms.

He sprinted after them without a backward glance, fear and adrenaline singing high and wild in his veins. Behind him, he could hear Shiro on his heels.

An explosion rocked the castle, and Keith stumbled, glanced back.

Outside the window, smoke plumed from the medical wing, trailed by bright tongues of flame. The infirmary was burning, and an entire section had collapsed in on itself.

Shiro had stopped in the middle of the corridor, eyes on the smoke and face white.

Matt.

Keith didn’t hesitate. “Shiro, go! I’ll get Lance!”

Shiro didn’t need to be told twice. He bolted in the opposite direction toward the medical wing, and Keith adjusted his grip on his blades and kept running. He reached the stairs and started bounding up them, two at a time.

The smoke only got thicker the higher he got, and Keith could barely breathe from the primal, instinctual terror.

But Lance was up there. And Keith would tear his way through fire and smoke to get to him, no matter how terrified he was.

He skidded to a stop as a bandit appeared around the corner, brandishing his weapons with a battle cry.

Keith ducked beneath the swing, arced his knife forward, felt the blade slice through leather and flesh. The bandit screamed and collapsed, blood spraying Keith’s tunic to join the rest.

Keith kept running. Another bandit leapt at him, swords flashing in the moonlight. Keith danced to evade, his own blades clanging against the bandit’s as they fought.

He sidestepped to avoid a strike, but his exhaustion was getting the better of him. Pain hissed through his side as one of the blades sliced through his tunic, and Keith ground his teeth. He stepped in close, knocking aside the blades, and kicked the bandit in the stomach to send him tumbling down the stairs.

Above, Keith could hear fighting—grunts, shouts, metal on metal. The bandits had reached Lance. Keith had to hurry.

He continued to sprint up the steps, battling bandit after bandit the entire way up. It was taking too long. They were trying to slow him down, stop him from reaching the top.

The fear was a living thing, crackling beneath Keith’s skin like a live wire. The last time he’d been this afraid, his world had been on fire.

Above, the sounds of battle tapered off, leaving nothing but terrible, deafening silence.

Keith bounded up the last few steps and burst through the door at the top, blades in hand, Lance’s name on his lips.

Bandits clustered in the room around a fallen, crumpled blue figure. Keith could see blood on Lance’s tunic.

He brandished his swords, a low growl that didn’t even sound human rising from the back of his throat. “Get away from him.”

One of the bandits just grinned toothily at Keith. “I don’t think so.”

He tossed something underhand toward Keith; it rolled across the ground and came to a stop at Keith’s feet.

A round orb, topped with a lit fuse.

Keith’s eyes widened, and he leapt backward, arms flying up to shield his face.

And the world went white.

Keith’s senses returned one by one. Pain, so acute it throbbed with every beat of his heart, lancing through every limb. He could taste dust and smoke on his tongue, and the coppery tang of blood. There was a high-pitched ringing in his ears.

Keith painfully peeled his eyes open.

He was lying on the floor in a crumpled heap. All around him, the tower room was in shambles; flames licked at the curtains, and the far wall was gone, leaving a gaping hole staring out into the night sky.

Bandits were clambering through the hole one by one, shouting to one another; Keith could only hear muffled noise over the ringing in his ears.

A bandit in the last group had Lance’s limp body slung over his shoulder. Lance’s face was streaked with blood and soot, and his tunic was torn and burnt.

Desperately, Keith clawed for his knife, just a few feet away in the midst of smoldering rubble. His fingers curled around the hilt; he was lying halfway across burning embers, so hot it was cold, but he didn’t care. All he could see was Lance, his limp body outlined by the moon as the bandits prepared to leave with him.

Keith flipped the knife in his grip so he held the blade and threw it, end over end.

But he was dazed and wounded and weak, and the knife barely made it three feet before skittering pitifully across the floor.

Black spots danced in Keith’s vision, but he tried to push himself up, tried to stand. Desperation and terror pounded through him like a drumbeat, overwhelming every other sense, every other thought.

The bandit holding Lance saluted over his shoulder at Keith and disappeared.

Keith’s chest heaved with the effort to stand. A high-pitched wail echoed in the small room, raw with pain and fear, and it took Keith a moment to realize it was coming from him.

Something slammed into the small of his back, pushing him down, and Keith screamed, ragged and raw.

Someone rolled him over. Moonlight flashed on a blade.

A bandit stood above him, grinning as she angled her sword down to rest the point against Keith’s sternum. He couldn’t move; he could feel himself losing consciousness.

The bandit’s grin sharpened, and her blade arced downward.

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Shiro sprinted down the hallway toward the med wing. Terror like he’d never known filled his lungs with ice. He ran past battles, knights, bandits; he didn’t slow down to even process any of it. The only thought in his head was Matt. Matt. Matt. Over and over again, like a mantra, like a prayer.

Smoke plumed in the corridor from the medical wing, thick and black and choking. Shiro didn’t even hesitate before plunging into it headfirst.

It was like another world. Flames licked at the walls, bright and blinding; the smoke hung so heavy in the air that Shiro could barely breathe. An entire section of wall had crumbled, leaving a pile of charred rubble.

“Matt!” The name was torn from his lips, ragged and desperate and barely piercing the blanket of smoke and crackling fire. “MATT!”

Shiro caught a glimpse of something moving in the smoke—someone, moving toward him.

A bandit materialized, blade held aloft. He ran at Shiro with a shout. Shiro was too dazed with overwhelming fear to even raise his sword.

The bandit’s cry turned to a strangled gasp, and he stopped short and crumpled.

Matt stood behind him, breathing hard, long knife clutched in one hand. He had blood on his face and was barely staying upright.

Relief swept through Shiro, heady and overwhelming. Matt was alive.

“Takashi, come on!” Matt grabbed Shiro’s arm and tugged him back the way he’d come.

Shiro shook himself and followed, forcing the overwhelming emotion down and away; now wasn’t the time to lose control. He had to stay focused if they were all going to make it out of this alive.

Outside the medical wing, the other medics and several knights stood in groups, dazed and soot-smeared. There were no bandits in sight, but Shiro could hear the sounds of battles still raging elsewhere in the castle.

“We’re setting up a perimeter around the armory,” Shiro said.

Matt nodded sharply, amber eyes steely. “We’ll head there.”

He waved to get the other medics’ attention, and made a few sharp, hurried hand signals. The other medics nodded and set off toward the armory.

“We’ll set up a field hospital,” Matt said, starting after them. “I have a feeling we’re gonna need one.”

Shiro made to follow him, but another explosion rippled through the castle, making him lose his footing.

When he regained it, he raised his eyes to meet Matt’s horrified expression.

“That came from the east tower,” Matt said quietly.

East tower. Lance’s rooms. Where Keith had just gone.

For the second time that night, ice-cold terror swept through Shiro like a wave. He whirled and sprinted back the way he’d come.

He could vaguely hear Matt following behind, but Shiro outpaced him easily. All his senses were overwhelmed with bone-chilling fear for his little brother.

Shiro reached the spiral staircase in record time and bounded up them, heart pounding in his chest like a drum.

He reached the top and had only a split second to take in the scene that met him.

The tower room, charred and crumbled. Keith on the ground, bloodied and half-dead. A bandit standing above him, sword drawn.

Shiro threw his sword, end over end. It wasn’t designed to be thrown, but his aim was true; the blade sunk to the hilt in the bandit’s back, and she gurgled and collapsed.

Keith was trying to push himself up, a high-pitched whine of pain rising strangled and ragged with every movement, and Shiro burst forward, dropping to his knees and wrapping an arm around Keith’s shoulders to support him.

Keith was shaking, head to toe, and his chest heaved with every breath.

“Woah, hey, slow down, okay? Just—just breathe. You’re okay.” Shiro’s voice cracked, but he swallowed back the wave of emotion. Keith was in bad shape. Really, really bad shape.

But Keith just struggled harder. “Shiro, they—they took him.” His voice was raw with desperation, with pain, with fear.

Dread pooled in Shiro’s stomach, and his mouth ran dry. “What? Took who?”

Keith shuddered in Shiro’s arms, slumping against his chest as his adrenaline was spent at last. “They took Lance. Shiro, they took Lance.”

Hurried footsteps announced Matt’s arrival; he was out of breath and panicked, and his eyes only widened further when he took in Keith’s state.

Keith swallowed thickly. “We have to—we have to go after them,” he said, pushing weakly against Shiro’s chest. “We have to—”

“Hold still,” Shiro ordered, pushing past the fear to grasp desperately for control, for calm. “You’re in no condition to—”

Keith’s eyes rolled up in his head and he slumped against Shiro’s chest, unmoving.

Shit.

Shiro met Matt’s eyes above Keith’s head. “What’s the situation down there?” If Matt noticed the tremble in his voice, he said nothing, for which Shiro was grateful.

“The bandits have pulled out,” Matt said grimly. “The fighting has stopped.”

They’d gotten what they had come for. They’d gotten Lance.

But there was no way they could go after him, not now. There was too much to do, too many people who needed help.

Shiro slipped an arm beneath Keith’s knees and pulled his little brother into his arms, letting Keith’s head loll against his shoulder. “Come on. I hope that field hospital is set up.”

[awhoreintheory]

Lance being so so so so reckless as child (and teen) (and adult) (and also probably as a senior) that he's probably broken every bone in his body at least once

Every year he has at least four new breaks, and at some point had no other choice but to learn how to write with both hands just to continue school!

And its happened so much consistently, breaking a bone has lost the effect of a broken bone

Like. Lance casually accidentally breaking two or three fingers while fighting a bot during training, and he simply switches hands while Shiro starts mother hening him. There's shouts of concern, Hunk barfed bc Lance's hand is absolutely MANGLED son, Pidge is concerned, Keith finds it hot. And he's concerned. But it's also hot.

And you bet your ass Lance has so many outrageous stories for each break!

"—and in fourth grade i broke my collar bone because I thought I could parkour from tree to tree all the way to school! Spoiler, I got halfway there before I fell."

"I broke my ankle and two toes in seventh grade because I kicked a chair. I was really mad my Spanish teacher gave me a A-, my project was quiznacking AMAZING."

"I broke my wrist in ninth grade when I was fighting Hunk's bullies. I won, obviously. My one broken bone compared to their six? Landslide."

"My mom threw el chancla at me when I was nine, ruptured my eardrum, and I broke my wrist when I fell. She never threw the chancla at me again. She felt so bad about it."

"I thought I could fly in first grade. I couldn't."

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