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krolia fell in love the moment she held keith in her arms.

she knew that she was utterly biased, but he was just so perfect. he was soft and quiet and beautiful and so, so small, and she had never felt such an intense love for any living being before. the feeling both terrified and exhilarated her, but it made her all the more determined to fight for the freedom of the universe.

reaching out, krolia lightly traced her finger across his chubby cheeks, and much to her surprise, her son blinked his eyes open, and she felt herself go breathless at the sight of his dark, midnight colored eyes. heart aching, she cradled keith closer to her chest. i love you. soft lips pressed against his forehead. i love you, i love you i love you, and i’ll do absolutely anything to protect you. her eyes burned, and a single, lone tear escaped, sliding down onto her son’s face.

even if it means leaving you.

#keith #krolia #look at me crying #again #voltron

zuspacey

/It’s hard to wield a knife when my hands inside yours /

- ‘Alright’ by Tow’rs

#sheith #s6 #i don't remember seeing this one #but it brought me tf back #damn i miss vld #why did they mess up so bad

zuspacey

/I love you too/

#sheith

3-aem

It’s a moment that later Shiro will run over in his head like a home video, watch and rewind and start over, play backward piece by piece and pause on each part, because the next thing Keith says is out of order and out of context. There’s some way it fits, but it’s years before he figures it out.

“I love you,” Keith says. He sounds it out like a promise and then squeezes Shiro’s hand and repeats it, stronger: “I love you.”

@arahir’s gorgeously angsty, ultra cathartic, healing yet brutal, will probably jump u in an alley and leave you for dead, if you think you can read this without crying think again, fic. Thank you for the amazing work. I had a lot of fun making this!!! (click for higher quality)

#sheith

kibagib

Secret meeting…

Inspired by this

#sheith

santeria

S: "May I?"

K: "Yes"

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#sheith

wuffen

a quick sheith to make me feel less like dying

#sheith #oh look who remembered their password #its me hi

blopnsfw

A soft and fluffy #Sheith moment :) It’s been like forever #shiro #keith #fanart #voltron #procreate #drawing #yaoi

#sheith

lilflowerpot

How would Lotor react to a jealous Keith? And assure him he has nothing to be jealous especially when he knows Keith has self esteem issues because of his past of not being wanted and how people labeled him and tried to push him onto others to be their problem to deal with after he lost his dad

It starts after they establish a formal relationship with Earth.

And it’s not- Keith isn’t- he doesn’t want to say jealous becausethat’s an awful, ugly word, and he trusts Lotor implicitly besides, but… buthumans look at the Galra Emperor in a way his own people never have: with heatand heart and desire.

The first time he’d noticed it, they’d been at a routine diplomatic thing,chock-full of Garrison high-fliers with their crisp cuffs and shiny buttons andhigh-collared uniforms; Keith had only gone because it was expected ofhim as the convenient bridge between Human and Galra, and even then it had beenLotor’s gentle appeal that he “not abandon him to another awful evening ofcompulsory tedium” that had swayed his decision more than anything else. Tedium,however, had seemed the furthest thing from Lotor’s mind once the festivitieswere underway, because people flocked to him. Keith hadn’t beensurprised, not entirely, because Lotor had known how to work a room long beforeascending the throne, and that was inthe company of people who’d entered said room baying for blood only to leave itwith the potential of an Imperial alliance on their tongues.

But still.

Still, it’s different when he ducks away for less than a minute toreplenish their drinks and steal a moment’s reprieve for himself, only to turnback towards the fray to find an officer sidling into to the spot he’d justvacated before the air around it is even cooled, and thumbing across theembroidered hem of Lotor’s lapel with eyes that dip low to admire far more thanjust the stitching.

Keith hadn’t kicked up a fuss then - partially because it would have been astupid thing to fixate on, and partially because Lotor had looked so happyto be given an excuse to enthuse about the artistry of his formal-wear - whichis why Keith had resigned himself to biting his tongue the second time (anothertrip to Earth, where some gorgeous harpist, hired to entertain for the evening,had been more than accommodating in explaining the intricacies of herinstrument), and the third (when a Marquis, an actual Marquis fromsouthern France who apparently had invested a great deal of money in a militaryproject of some import, flounced about as if he owned the venue, and had the audacityto drape himself all over Lotor as he dragged him to the dance-floor, loudlyproclaiming “mon cher, if duty did not keep you so terribly busy, Iwould never let you leave!” casting what Keith is almost certain was avery pointed look in his direction, with none of the drunken frivolity thenoble had been drowning in all evening).

The thing is, Lotor always leaves with a sharp smile on his lips and a lightin his eyes, because even despite having to crane his neck down all evening -“your people are so delightfully small!” - he never fails to find himself aconversational partner that’s anything less thanfascinating, and so comes away from each and every event with a flush to hischeeks that Keith would never think to deprive him: he can’t take that away,not from Lotor - wouldn’t want to, even if he knew how - but in that same veinhe can hardly keep up with all the terribly interesting people the Emperorseems to find himself surrounded by, let alone compete. He’s not amilitary strategist with an eye for fashion, or a gorgeous musician withtalented fingers, or a handsome foreign millionaire with a fancy title andlands and his own vineyard.

Tonight, they’re on the southern coast of the Crimean Peninsula in theLivadia Palace - a stunning piece of Russian architecture, cast in grand archesand pale stone - for a galactic summit that’s more wordplay than politics, andit’s events like these that leave Keith mourning the candid nature of theImperial court; as a people, the Galra say what they mean (for the most part)and Keith finds it a far easier battlefield to navigate than anything thatmembers of the Coalition have ever offered. All the same, he’s here now, the second most importantrepresentative member of the Empire, and as with all such events he’s expectedto put on a good face even after having lost Lotor to the throng ofeager humans who practically fall over each other in the hope of puttingthemselves in the Emperor’s path.

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#aaahhh #oh god i melted #this is incrediblee #keitor

lilflowerpot

Honestly at this point I don’t even consider myself a part of the Voltron fandom, I consider myself a part of the Little Blade fandom lol

g u y s i ’ m s e r i o u s y o u ’ r e l i t e r a l l y a l l s u c h s w e e t h e a r t s a n d i t ’ s m a k i n g m e t e a r y - e y e d

#lowkey highkey me too #i live in little blade lore #my comfort zone #nothing can hurt me there #ao3 little blade #keitor

lilflowerpot

Rebellious teen!Keith is so cute, I want to pinch his cheeks and get him a therapist. Do you think Keith and Lotor would get along if they were both teenagers, or do you think their personalities and ideals would’ve clashed too much?

“I wanna pinch his cheeks and get him a therapist” anon, when I tell you I screamed-

But actually, yes, I do think they would still have liked one another as teens! Ultimately, your personality as a teen (and even as a child) remains pretty much unchanged; your likes / dislikes / thoughts / feelings / opinions will (and often should!) change as you grow and learn more about the world around you, and just people in general, but who you are at your core really… doesn’t. I’ve worked with large groups of little kids intermittently in the past, and trust me, they may be small, but they’re still fully formed people by like… 5 or 6. Just more volatile people with a very restricted world view.

So this would absolutely hold true for both Keith and Lotor.

Hypothetically, let’s say they meet because teen!Lotor (~16) is in exile on the primitive backwater planet of Dirt, and teen!Keith (~14) is rocking around foster care with the label of “problem child” having been slapped on his cheek for the last few years. Bearing in mind that this is pre-Shiro, Keith is made up entirely of sharp edges and a temper he can’t rein in, while Lotor is cold and bitter and completely isolated from everything he’s ever known… and then they find each other. It’s not easy at first because of course it’s not: neither know how to trust, not any more, and both have forgotten all the reasons they ever knew for why anyone would want to keep them around outside of some ulterior motive.

Until.

Until Lotor rounds a corner and sees some little spitfire holding his own against three human brats, all larger than he is and with a meanness in their eyes, and thinks he finds something familiar in the feral creature that tears into his aggressors with blunt little teeth. He’s not Galra, he can’t be, but if ever there was anyone on this primeval rock that was, it’d be him, so Lotor goes out of his way to interfere: clumsy malice really can’t hold a candle to Imperial training, and so the oafs fall to him. He tells the boy that he’s welcome only to be quite eloquently informed that he should have “minded his own fucking business” and that his dark-haired companion “didn’t need saving” especially by some “hero-type who’s gonna get himself killed.”

Lotor calls him an ungrateful little shit, and is told in return that if he thinks people have some sort of an obligation to him for help they never asked for, then he’s exactly as entitled as he looks.

So no, it doesn’t start off well, and it’s not always easy, but finds himself fixated on the kid to the point that when they next just-so-happen to cross paths (and, okay, so it’s not quite so coincidental as all that) Lotor can’t help himself but to provoke Keith just enough to feel the heat of that fire again, and somehow this leads to them physically fighting one another this time, and it’s… it’s so similar to Galra bonding that something Lotor didn’t even know he was missing seems to blossom within his throat, and he almost-

Keith trills.

Keith trills - not Lotor! - and then withdraws so sharply that he stumbles, falls backwards, and were this a real fight Lotor would finish him immediately. But it’s not, so he doesn’t, and instead just blinks at the boy who has slapped his hand over his mouth with such brutality that he’ll almost certainly have bruised himself, because that was a Galra cry.

Speaking of crying, Keith looks like he might, and it’s the kind of horror that Lotor recognises as one conditioned from years of understanding what is simply unacceptable. Slowly he kneels before Keith, eyes him carefully, and before the boy can run (as he seems very close to doing) Lotor offers a questioning trill in return. Great dark eyes widen at the sound, another muffled peep surging forth, unbidden, in response, and it takes time, but slowly over the next few weeks, Keith comes around, and opens up to Lotor about his temper, his strange habits, the things he’s learnt about himself that are better kept at a distance from others because he’s never been able to fit in with the other kids the way he’s supposed to, and doesn’t know what he’s done wrong until it’s too late. Lotor shares fractions of his own life in return - omitting the obvious - but it’s not until Keith shares with his his knife that Lotor can be sure, because that’s luxite, and hardly anyone has such a fine blade, least of all forged from the ore of Daibazaal’s own moons.

So it’s like this that Keith comes to learn about his past, and Lotor sees in him a future.

#keitor #Ao3 Little Blade #wow wow i absolutely love thissss