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Heyyyy!!! I've got another Bad Things Happen for y'all. This one has a personal favorite ship of mine, Kidge (either platonic or romantic, depending on how you read it). There are warnings for blood, vomit, and implied character death.
Enjoy!
“Keith!”
His own name echoed in his head as he was brought out of his holding cell. For three days, he had had nothing but stale bread and coppery water given to him through a slot on the floor. Treated like an animal, this was the first time he had seen any sort of light since he had been captured.
They had been betrayed. Someone inside the Blades had sold them out; it was the only explanation. The base they had infiltrated was supposed to have been abandoned; no one should have been around for a hundred light years at least. Instead, on the other side of a sun undergoing massive solar flares, a Galra cruiser had been lying in wait.
Everyone else on his team had been killed in front of him. Their purple ichor splattered against his face and the floor, creating grisly designs. His head had been swung into the wall, causing his vision to spin and eyes to water.
Then he had been brought here as some kind of bargaining chip with the paladins of Voltron.
But that didn’t matter now.
What mattered was the petite figure hefting a glowing green bayard at the Galra soldier. Her unruly hair was mussed more than usual, the curls wrapping around the frames of her glasses. When he looked closer, her pupils were dilated to tiny pinpricks, and her teeth were bared. She looked downright feral, and Keith had never been so happy to see her.
“Get away from him!” She practically growled as her bayard was raised above her head in a challenge. Her feet were planted wide, and Keith had never seen her so angry in his life. Not even when he had accidentally tripped over the charger for her computer, unplugging it when she had been in the middle of a crucial download.
Then she had been angry.
Now… Now she was livid.
“Don’t.” He begged her. His throat was dry, and his lips were chapped, splitting and letting the blood run down down his chin. “Don’t make them angry.” He tried again, but his words trailed off into a barely audible whisper.
Her eyes narrowed, and she took a step forward. The green bayard was humming with energy. “How can you say that, Keith? Look at what they did to you!”
I can feel it. Keith thought. The ache in his head hadn’t disappeared since his beating three days ago, and some way or another, his ankle had been twisted. It was probably when he had been tossed in his cell, but there was no way for him to be sure.
“It’s what he deserves.” One of his captors sneered. “A half-blood like him? He’s less than Galra! He’s less-” He was suddenly cut off with a wet gurgle.
The front of Pidge’s weapon soared through the air and caught the man who had been speaking in the neck, the purple ichor spraying through the air. She yanked it back, and the ichor sizzled on the energy blade. The soldier lurched forward; his head tossed back so that the white of his spine was visible. More ichor sprayed from a severed artery, splashing Pidge in the purple substance.
She didn’t flinch.
No one else moved.
“I didn’t come here to negotiate.” She said, wiping the ichor from right above her eye, which only caused it to smear in a poor imitation of war paint. “You told me to come alone. I came alone. Now you’re going to release my friend and let us go on our way.”
“I don’t think I am.” The Galra who had pulled Keith from his cell said. He reached his hand down and gripped Keith by the jaw, pulling him to his feet. “It seems that I’m down a soldier, so maybe this half-breed should pay for the loss.” The soldier began to squeeze his fingers together, digging the dirty claws into his cheeks, and forcing Keith’s mouth open.
Keith’s eyes widened in considerably, his hands grappling with the Galra’s arm, trying to get the hand to release him. He ground his teeth together, feeling one in the back of his mouth crack, the white-hot pain shooting straight to the nerve, but he didn’t stop. Fresh blood was pouring from scratches in his cheeks where the soldier’s nails cut jagged lines in his skin. He pursed his lips shut so tightly that they split again.
Pidge was furious; she stepped forward, her bayard prepared to slice through this soldier’s neck as easily as it had done the last one.
“Careful.” He taunted. “If you kill me, my men will kill your friend and then you.” There was a slight strain in his voice from the effort he was putting into Keith’s jaw. “And if your friend,” he said, looking pointedly into Keith’s eyes, and squeezing his fingers together more tightly. “Doesn’t open his mouth, my men will kill you and then him.”
Violet eyes flitted to Pidge’s, just long enough to see her shake her head. There was real fear there. He glanced to the soldiers behind him who all held their weapons at the ready.
Keith reluctantly allowed his mouth to be forced the rest of the way open, knowing it was a mistake. Lightning fast, the Galra took a larger vial from his pocket, popped the lid, and poured a clear liquid into Keith’s mouth.
The first thought that popped into Keith’s head was relief that he was being given more water.
The second thought was that he had been very, very wrong.
The liquid was sour as it hit his tongue, so incredibly sour that he couldn’t help but try and spit it out. That was when a large, calloused hand was clapped over his mouth, forcing his lips shut.
Then it started to burn.
It started to burn its way through his tongue, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth.
It was like his tongue was on fire. He could feel a cough forming itself in the back of his throat, causing his eyes to water as he just prayed that the hand would disappear, disappear and let him spit it out. Against his will, he felt some of it trickle its way down his throat, burning red hot all the way.
Then, the hand was gone, and he was being shoved to the ground, his knees buckling underneath him against his will. Instantly, the liquid was out of his mouth and on the ground, only now it was dark red against the floor. Desperately, he coughed, sending more droplets of red through the air.
Despite the fact that he was on the ground, his arm stretched out for balance; the room was spinning around him. Up was down, down was left, right was backward, and Pidge… Pidge was right in front of him.
Her bayard was right in front of his eyes, giving him something to focus on other than the burning hot in his mouth and his throat. That glowing green that blacked out the rest of his vision, but he knew that green. That green was safe.
Not for long though.
He felt his gut roil and desperately pushed her to the side to empty his stomach on the ground beside her.
It was tinged with blood.
Distantly, he felt her small familiar hands on his shoulders, and he heard her voice saying… something. He thought he heard his name in all the sounds, but he couldn’t be sure.
Not when he was shaking from just the effort of keeping himself up.
Not when he tried to breathe and almost couldn’t.
Not when the room was still spinning out of control, and he was there to watch it.
His stomach lurched again, clenching uncomfortably as he heaved and nothing but red spittle came out. Small hands gripped his shoulders, trying to keep him upright, but he couldn’t… couldn’t…
The world was going dark at the edges of his vision, but he was trying to keep his eyes on the green, that glowing green.
It was the last thing he saw.
Galra Keith!!
looking out for you: chapter 4 update and nearing the end.
hi hello good day/night. chapter 4 of my fic is up so please check it out and consider leaving a kudos and/or a comment! i thrive off of feedback.
the way i have the story outlined right now is in 3 acts. chapter 5 will be the ending of act i and i think it would be fun if i did a little behind the scenes after posting and broke down some scenes of different chapters. if anyone has questions, requests, or a comment to leave here, they are 100% welcome :D
Okay but this brought the thought to my head. Imagine Matt like tripping next to Shiro and trying to grab his bicep for balance but Shiro had he floaty arm so no bicep. Matt just fucking like face-plants. And starts cackling when he sits up. And that causes Shiro to join too
‘It’s been a while, Captain’
following promises 🔥
Quick and dumb headcanon :
Pidge and Keith separetely discovering that, actually, the castle's vents are just great when they need alone time in a place both away from their own room and with minimal stimuli (and somewhere they could successfully avoid the others can't be found easily by the rest of the team).
Cut to the first time they awkwardly stumble upon each other :
Pidge :
Keith :
Pidge : Let's just…
Keith : I'm just gonna…
Pidge and Keith (Proceeding to crawl past each other) :
Also, also, so many possibilities :
- Them bickering on the regular over that one favorite spot because God damnit Pidge I was here first !!
- Them, sometimes just sitting quietly next to each other while coding, reading or taking a nap.
- "What happens in the vents, stays in the vents." (It's all about them talking shit and spilling tea about their last diplomatic mission. (More rarely, about quiet confessions of loneliness and fear, painful talks of sadness disguised as anger. About comfort, too.))
Anyway, Pidge & Keith, local queer space vent cryptids, my beloveds.
!!!!!! This is so cute ! Thank you thank you thank you !!
Keith and Lance, sitting next to each other at the table.
Lance is talking animatedly with the rest of the team, all loud voice and expressive hands.
Keith is just calmly sitting there, eyes on a space orange Voltron received from the last people they saved, carefully peeling it.
Lance is still talking when Keith taps a finger on his shoulder. Lance turns to look at him, tirade and movements interrupted, one hand still suspended in mid-air.
Without a word, Keith drops a segment in his palm before turning back to eat one himself.
Lance stares at the segment in his hand. Then at Keith. Then back at the segment.
His face decides to promptly combust.
"Never trust the rumors" but you're the one they underestimated
VS
"Never trust the rumors" but you're the one who might have made a mistake
Keith : (cares deeply, gifts peeled space orange)
Lance : ?
Lance : …
Lance : ???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Keith and Lance, sitting next to each other at the table.
Lance is talking animatedly with the rest of the team, all loud voice and expressive hands.
Keith is just calmly sitting there, eyes on a space orange Voltron received from the last people they saved, carefully peeling it.
Lance is still talking when Keith taps a finger on his shoulder. Lance turns to look at him, tirade and movements interrupted, one hand still suspended in mid-air.
Without a word, Keith drops a segment in his palm before turning back to eat one himself.
Lance stares at the segment in his hand. Then at Keith. Then back at the segment.
His face decides to promptly combust.
Keith and Lance, sitting next to each other at the table.
Lance is talking animatedly with the rest of the team, all loud voice and expressive hands.
Keith is just calmly sitting there, eyes on a space orange Voltron received from the last people they saved, carefully peeling it.
Lance is still talking when Keith taps a finger on his shoulder. Lance turns to look at him, tirade and movements interrupted, one hand still suspended in mid-air.
Without a word, Keith drops a segment in his palm before turning back to eat one himself.
Lance stares at the segment in his hand. Then at Keith. Then back at the segment.
His face decides to promptly combust.
Yeah so uh I finally watched Voltron
Y'all I'm literally so mad, I knew they had *some* LGBT+ representation and because I'd seen a ton of Klance fanart on my dashboard while it was still hot I was SURE, like 100% CERTAIN they were endgame and I was fUCKING STOKED for it to happen
I do not think I have ever been more disappointed
We need a Voltron ananymous because voltron is hunting my narrative
Voltron is not a choice is an addiction
just realized for the first time since coming out as a lesbian that i have to come to terms with the fact that the reason why i kinned lance from voltron so much might not be bc we were both bisexuals........
the sharpshooter
A Voltron Rant
In Voltron season 8 episodes 9 & 10.
The old Paladins meet their predecessors and each talk to them.
Battle skills, entities inside them, kindness, their relationship with their daughter, their leadership skills because of their lineage.
Lance wasn’t the only one thrown under the bus, Keith was to.
Keith: “no we won’t give up!”
Zarkon: “that’s your galra lineage. It’s what makes you a great leader of Voltron. You and I share that trait...”
I just sat there like “so your putting all of Keith’s leadership abilities on his heritage, so what about Shiro?” Where’d the character go? Oh wait with season 4.
Like yes Galrans are good leaders (Lotor, Sendak, Ranveig, Zarkon -before the quintessence poisoning-, Kolivan) but still it kinda just sucks that he got all his leadership skills stuffed into the fact of being Galra.
I would have loved it if it was something like ....
Zarkon: that’s what makes you a good leader your undying love for your family, friends and fellow Paladins.
I would have cried if that was said because it was probably true for Zarkon just as much as it is for Keith.
Klance/Laith Soulmates
He couldn’t do this right now he just couldn’t. He heard Lance calling him back. He didn’t look back he wasn’t ready yet he’d told Blue -no Lance- that. He continued to walk away he didn’t know to where he just needed to leave. The tingling sensation on his wrist just wouldn’t disappear he knew Lance was writing to him trying to understand, talk it out still be friends but more, soulmates were meant to be romantic, -though rarely they would be platonic- he knew Lance would want more eventually, but he can’t well not yet.
He looked at where his walking had brought him The Blade of Marmora, the Martial art school run by the Marmora family, his family. He took out his key and opened the door he closed it without looking back by reflex. He unlatched the door labeled staff room, the soft scent of lavender mixed with lemon that most people thought it odd or weird smell on the other hand he adored it.
He walked past his Ojichan’s -or Kolivan as him and Acxa had started to calling him by his first name- desk a picture of himself with Acxa next to him their one of their mother’s hand on each of their shoulders his uncles Thace and Ulaz standing next to mom and Regris in between them Kolivan and Hal-aneoji -Antok- had arms around each other shoulders. All of them smiling a rare sight.
He sat down and finally looked down at his arm the words made him frown slightly ‘why did you leave?’ Lance’s writing was messy and Keith could feel the pain and hurt radiating off of it. ‘I told you I wasn’t ready yet’ he new Lance would almost immediately write back ‘but why?’
Why? A simple question with a very complicated answer. Keith was scared that’s why, he didn’t want Lance to leave mom had left and chosen to take Acxa with her -Keith knew that was what his dad told him a it was a lie but, still- then dad left for a bar and only came back when the someone lit the house on fire came in when everyone told him not to and threw Keith out. Then the foster parents left, or just weren’t there for him, and then the Shiroganes came Mrs. Shirogane died Shiro and him got separated in the system -they meet back up a few years back when Keith moved into town-. And then Keith found out the entire time he was in the system Kolivan and Antok were trying to get custody for him. Unable to because they weren’t citizens of The United States Of America.
During the time when he lived with the Shiroganes he found out and was so confused as to why? -why did it take so long to find out? why couldn’t they just have picked him up or something? Why not mom where was her and Acxa in all of this?- After Mrs. Shiroganes death, the Marmora family got custody, he moved to Korea and they became his family. They moved to Texas started a martial art school, Ulaz got a job as a doctor, Antok and Kolivan as security guards, Thace as a cafe worker, along with Regris who meet his soulmate Ilun.
Through it all there was a constant his soulmate nicknamed ‘Blue’ or ‘Sharpshooter’ who he always told everything, the one person he new he could trust, the eye of the hurricane, the silence in the screams.
He thought Lance knew that so when he came and he figured it out Keith ran, he left his soulmate the person who has always there for him person he would talk to when he felt insignificant, he left like everyone did to him.
Now he sat there Lance waiting for an answer so enthusiastic about meeting his one true love, his other half and he just straight up left.
‘Cause I was scared. Scared you would leave, and then I left you, I’m sorry.’ He didn’t say sorry often the red ink was there for a moment before he realized what lance would ask or think about doing. He knew Lance was probably just gonna ask to meet up. Keith heard the door open. Immediately recognizing the voices Lance’s and Acxa’s. Of course his twin sister betrayed him. He walked out of the staff room.
“Hi Sharpshooter.”
Acxa just smirked and walked out.
“Hi Samurai, do you wanna talk? Or something?”
“Sure”.
Got all Japanese and Korean words from google translate so please correct me if wrong.
Hal-Abeoji is Korean for Grandpa
Ojichan is Japanese for Grandfather
Edit: I actually forgot to add a title I was laughing after I added one.
HP Voltron crossover?
When Harry went to Hogwarts there was a group of ghosts they were..... strange to say the least. No one only a few ghosts knew their names, and they wouldn’t tell a single soul their name’s. They went by Paladins of the colour of the lions that followed them, the sixth went by advisor and the last Shiro but no one could find their names in history books. A group of seven, five followed by lions.
The lions had a ghostly hue with a bright colour emanating off of them.
Blue, Green, Red, Yellow, and the assumed pride leader, Black. Black was the biggest followed by Yellow, then Blue, followed by Red, and finally Green. Each followed a ghost with mysterious ease, sometimes looking at people if considering them for something but never deciding.
They each stayed at a table two at the Slytherin table, one of which had the Paladin name of the Red Paladin he was with tall and lanky with freckles covering his body, short hair, a few big scars, and rumour had it that in life he had beautiful eyes that seemed to hold an entire ocean, he appeared to wear a long cloak with robes underneath along with some armour, the reputation he carried for being a massive flirt was no lie he would flirt with any year seven even went after the Blue and Black Paladins -he failed with Blue not Black- he also bore a marking of what appeared to be a bruise of a rope on his neck. The Red lion would follow him around purring and nudging and -rarely nipping- for attention. The other a smaller person half the time you could here them teasing each other, she had short hair that makes her look like a boy, she also bore similar scars but had less as if protected or missing during all the important battles, she wore the same outfit as the other Paladins. Her own lion would stand there and observe with here for what appeared to be hours on end. From what Harry had learned from Hermione -who had been told a bit by the Green paladin for her amazing aptitude for knowledge- she was the youngest Paladin.
The Slytherin’s had bragged at least several times that both of their Paladins were pure-bloods, when the Paladins found out the Slytherins ended up having a very large mess in their common room for seven months, they never did it again.
On the other end of the spectrum at the Hufflepuff table were two resided.
The Yellow Paladin and the Black Paladin.
The Yellow Paladin had a bandana wrapped around his head, short hair, he had a smile on his face all the time except for when he was worrying, the fact that he had some scars but not as much as the others, he always had a spark in his eyes at the feast, he would help the house elves cook, you could always tell when he did everyone went hard on grabbing as much food as they could. He was quite chubby though no one said it aloud apparently, one year someone called him “fat” the Paladins made that person suffer for the rest of their time a Hogwarts. The Yellow lion would follow purr nudge and listen to his rants about the food. The Black Paladin was the second smallest of the group with a mullet -as of from the 80s though probably much, much older-, he had eyes that would slit and glow yellow when extremely mad, there was a scar that went up his left cheek down his neck, some people say Shiro gave it to him then it was debunked the fact they are half brothers, to quote Ron “no one in their right mind would maim their sibling” Shiro had looked so ashamed as Ron said that, when he wouldn’t come to dinner the Red Paladin or one of the others -most of the Red Paladin- be playing with a small cat most people theorized that he’s an animimagi he denied as the black lion just rubbed her face against his hand.
Whenever Slytherin and Hufflepuff had a quidditch match or one was beating the other at the house cup it seemed a flare was sparked between the Red and Black Paladins that had many insults thrown and often the Green Paladin would scream at them to “SHUT UP AND KISS ALREADY!” to which a truce came into existence to bring down the Green Paladin. To which they would kiss over her head and at the same time ask if she was happy now? The answer would always be “it was worth it” or “put me down or I’ll skin you two dead!”
At the Ravenclaw table two people sat there the ‘advisor’ and the Blue Paladin or Princess, they had somewhat of a father daughter relationship.
They had bright hair and two weird markings under their with pointed ears.
The Blue Paladin had a crown with long flowing hair her cheek markings always glowed a bright pink, she wore a dress and a cloak cut of at the elbows she had a hole in her stomach an assumed stab wound, she could so regally like royalty which she apparently was it made total sense she usually was the peace maker between the Paladins, she and the Blue lion would often mother the rest of the Paladins and lions -except for the Blacks that was the Reds job- but would not hesitate to tease them, all of the Ravenclaws respected her who wouldn’t she’s smart intelligent and beautiful, also because boys fell at her feet. The advisor had blue markings, with a fancy suit -”not this century!” “Ow you’re kidding me Black” “none of us are!”- he often would speak in charms and potions on things that only the Flitwick and the seven years -Hermoine and a couple Ravenclaws- could understand, he would also spout things like Yalmors and Weblums along with balmarans, no one except the other Paladins, Luna, anyone who read the Quibbler, and Dumbledore would understand.
The last Paladin was Shiro he had a scar right across his nose and his right arm was missing no one knew how but then again no one knew much about them. He was the Black Paladins half brother and now and again you would see him leave the Gryfindor table to talk to Hufflepuff Paladins other times all the Paladins would sit a table and just talk.
The last thing Harry expected to find when he was looking for a place to host the D.A. meetings were the two of the Paladins laughing and talking.
“Keith ha! we are definitely gonna win against Hufflepuff!” “What makes you say that Lance? You gonna cheat?” He saw the Black Paladin - no Keith- talking to who he assumed was Lance.
“No I’ve already got the most competitive Hufflepuffs head out of the game.”
“Really?” Keith said raising an eyebrow.
As he watched Lance lean down and kiss Keith. Harry almost immediately backtracked walking out of the room. Two thought repeating in his head ‘nope nope nope’ along with ‘I know to Paladins names’
Ummm sorry if I misrepresented any characters been awhile since I read Harry Potter.
Keith level: 100% accurate
Methinks Klance dragons would be silly and goofy
The demons… they won..
Im on season 2 of my Voltron rewatch and honestly forgot that Keith was revealed half Galra this early
anyways
Shiro is obviously a Nightwing cause like what else would he be
Keith is a Skywing/Nightwing so he can be red and breathe fire but can also be emo (he also has hivewing in him cause in this AU the Galra are hivewings)
Lance is seawing/icewing because he’s blue but also his lion spits ice so I figured if he were a dragon he would spit ice too
Hunk is a mudwing but more specifically I think he’s also a bigwings, this would make him fireproof in the WoF universe and Hunks whole thing in his lion is armor
Pidge is a rainwing (no I didn’t forget her glasses shhhh) because the green but I also think it connects her to her lions ability to cloak and her whole character arc being about disguising herself
I haven’t drawn Allura or Coran yet but I have them planned out already as well as many other parts of this AU so feel free to ask questions :]
I’ve officially hit rock bottom gamers.. Im watching Voltron again 😔
this is the most self indulgent thing i’ve ever drawn please don’t look at me i’m Embarrassed
you were a child, crawling on your knees toward it.
can i offer you some keith in these trying times