I Love Voltron

so I can reblog the voltron things I love♥ Mostly Allurance, some Hidge, all the characters cuz I adore all of them^_^ Blog runs on a queue! 

[spottedknight]

happy valentines day :)

[ethereance]

Coran and Allura bonding with Lance’s family yes please and thank you. That is the post

[ethereance]

Torn between wanting a this incredibly planned out allurance proposal beneath the stars because these two are romantics at heart, or this super silly one, where Allura’s feeling flirty and uses a pickup line and Lance’s immediate response is ‘marry me’ and Allura agrees. It takes a second to sink in what just happened.

[ethereance]

Allurance headcanon 3 because why not: Sometime after the war, after things have settled down, Allura and Lance go travelling. Coran looks after things on New Altea with the colony for a bit, assuring Allura that everything is handled, and that she deserves a break (though Allura is still hesitant, only agreeing to this trip when she’s sure it’s okay because this girl always puts her people first), so Allura gets to enjoy the universe they all worked to save. They make this scrap book and fill it with all the locations she’s wanted to travel to/places she went as a child and take loads of pictures, mostly of them, but they do run into fans. They treat the book as a joint bucket list, Lance asking her if there’s anything that she has always wanted to do, something where she puts herself first for once.

Just. These two getting to enjoy the universe. And the time they spend together, laughing and smiling, giddy on life. All the fluff!!!!

[ethereance]

Screw it. *Genderfluids your Lance* Post s8. Fix it.

Lance thought his Altean markings were cosmetic. Nothing more. Nothing less. A gift from Allura, leaving a piece of her with him, to look back and remember with fondness her company. As if he could ever forget a girl as incredible as her.

It’s not until much later he realises it’s something more. That maybe Allura gave a portion more than he expected. He stares, face to face with his mirror. Something off. Something strange. Something that grabs his attention before he really knows what he’s looking at.

His ears slowly shift back to human. But they were there long enough. He saw the Altean ears.

“Incredible,” Coran says when Lance broaches this to him, and after multiple attempts at trying at failing at repeating what happened in the mirror. At last he succeeds. “You’re shifting just like an Altean.”

“I’m not turning Altean, am I?” he panics. He’s pretty attached to being a human and all.

“Haha! Don’t be ridiculous number three, you can’t just ‘turn Altean.’ Good one! Turn Altean, he says. That’s one to remember for an open mike.” Then Coran takes one look at his genuine distress and sobers. “Rest assured, my boy, you’re one hundred percent earthling, ears and all. Allura wouldn’t change you so completely when she loved you the way you are. It just seems she passed our chameleon-like abilities over to you. I can’t say I’ve ever heard anything like this ever documented before, but Allura…”

“Has a way of accomplishing the possible,” Lance offers when Coran’s eyes grow distant, bittersweet.

“Yes,” agrees Coran. Something proud, something sombre, “That she did.”

***

Lance practices often, following Coran’s guidance. Even Romelle drops by at Coran’s request, eager to show someone the ropes.

“In the colony, we had little need to shift as our ancestors had. Our only home had been there, tucked away in a corner of the universe. We understood little of the outside world except what Lotor brought us. Even so, it was an ability we never lost. When you have mastered it, it’s like walking. It becomes natural. To some more than others,” she says, a surprisingly patient teacher. He wonders where this side of her was when she was trying to get him to teach her to pilot. “You may be the ‘others’! But that okay. My… my brother Bandor was the same.”

For such a bright supernova of a person, it is easy to forget that, like Coran, Romelle has been touched by grief. And grief again.

“You strike me as an adaptable person, pointy chin. Like rivers and oceans, it has made you you. I have full confidence in your abilities. And if Allura were here.” She smiles, and it is pain, but beauty. A flower unfurling in the wake of a storm. “I know she would say the same.”

***

He finds himself slipping into other forms like a glove. It becomes easier, a swifter motion just as Romelle had said.

It’s freeing, in a way. To walk as something so slightly adjacent to him. A Lance of another life. Altean, balmeran, olkari, puigian, anything he can think of.

He loves being Plaxum’s species the most. A mer. Beneath the waves, it feels like coming home. He’s a missile underwater, swimming loops around coral.

Dreams really do come true.

***

There’s something about transforming that pulls him that much closer to Allura. Her quintessence sings to him, and his skin dances. He feels alive as he hasn’t in a long time.

Happier maybe. Or that much closer to it.

He wishes he could take a photo of Keith the second he catches sight of Lance, a good extra foot on him, and purple as a plum.

“So this is a… thing,” says Keith eventually. And what an observation that is. Lance explains.

“Don’t let Hunk catch you like this,” is Keith’s response, a hint of tired amusement, “He’ll call you Galra Lance and never stop.”

***

It starts with him shifting into an unilu. He needs the extra hands. Lance doesn’t realise the gender he’d chosen until Coran points it out offhandedly. Now, Lance knows that not every species is going to be quite so clear cut as biologically male or female. Some have more some have less. Some won’t even know what the word gender means. He has experienced a taste of the universe. He knows how vast and diverse it is. When shapeshifting into a species like that, it makes sense his gender isn’t something he’d retain.

Female. He’d made himself into a female unilu. It was a matter of size and facial shape. Nothing too strange, no stranger than his body shifting into a skin it wasn’t born into, but noticeable enough.

And isn’t that something.

***

It’s out of curiosity he tries the same as a human. Curiosity and nothing more. Just because he can. Really. Honest.

Lance half expects his girl!sona would just be a carbon copy of Rachel with the added blue scales residing beneath his eyes. But that isn’t who he sees in the mirror.

He sees. Well, he sees himself.

Herself.

She looks, feels, kind of pretty. Which makes sense. She’s Lance. Of course she looks great. Goes without saying.

Lance’s lip twitches.

***

So. So maybe he throws on the form again. And again. And again. Maybe a little more than he does with any alien species. But can you blame him? He’s just found out he has a free trial at being a girl so quiznack if he isn’t going to try it out.

Her hair is long. Her hair is short. She pulls off both looks well, she thinks. Being a girl is kind of awesome, actually.

It’s not always the case. Sometimes it just isn’t right. But others? Sometimes he finds himself slipping into her without realising it. It’s just what feels right to her in the moment.

There’s something nice about strangers using ‘she’ and ‘her’ and they don’t know. They don’t know. Something in her bubbles, giddy, they don’t know.

But Lance’s family do. Pidge does.

They look at Lance—now once again a boy—and hum, thoughtful, considering.

“Are you are girl?” they ask. Pidge does not beat around the bush. It throws Lance through enough loops to put him in a spiral.

“No”, says Lance. But for some reason that doesn’t sound quite right. “I mean. I’m not always. But—”

“You are sometimes?”

“I guess. But it’s just shapeshifting. I’m not actually—” Lance trails off, lost. “Am I?”

“Do you want to be?” Pidge asks, and huh. Does he want to be? Is it really that simple? He’s always seen himself as a guy, and had no problems with that. But.

Well.

“… Maybe. Maybe sometimes.”

Pidge grins, wild and victorious. “Welcome to the club.”

(Something in his chest feels lighter. There’s a cavern, because it has made its mark and stayed. That has not changed. But this is this.

How wonderful it is to find the answers to secrets within oneself. He could have lived his whole life without knowing, a part locked away without him ever knowing there was a lock. But now, how could he?

It’s like he’s no longer holding in a breath.)

***

Pidge later tells him it’s criminally unfair he can change his body on a whim. They are fine with she, they are, but they are them. Sometimes she is just too much she to match their they.

Lance wonders how much Allura managed to see him. He remembers how close they became, how she became someone he’d call a best friend, then a lover. How she perceived him better than most throughout it all. Looked to him and saw greatness where he, despite wanting to be so much more, only saw failure. He wishes he knew what she saw when she looked at him. The person he was. Is. Lance.

If she knew what these markings have done for him. Did she know?

She can’t have done. Lance didn’t even know.

(But if she had—

It’s not like Lance can ask.)

***

Allura comes back.

She descends like a shooting star, the blinding light of an angel’s fall. She falls home and it is at home she stays. Days are bliss. A dream Lance dare not wake from.

“You’re not dreaming,” she tells him, soft, and kind, but aching, “I’m here. I won’t leave again. My duty to revive the universe is fulfilled. I’m here to live. And I chose to live with you.”

He kisses the words from her lips, blissfully sweet. She more than happily complies.

“I never meant to hurt you this much.”

“You’re here now,” Lance says, and it sounds so beautiful spoken out loud like this. How long he’s dreamed for such a moment. “That’s all that matters. We can move forwards together.”

This is their start.

***

It takes a while. But she tells Allura.

Allura kisses her senselessly. Lance loves it.

“Though I can’t take credit for this being my intention, I’m glad you learned more of yourself.” Allura’s fondness is an ocean she could drown in. “I love the person you are.”

“Yeah?”

Allura’s hand trails Lance’s ear. “Yes. Very much so. It’s an added bonus that I managed fix your ears. You have tried an Altean form, right?”

Lance jolts. “Allura!” she protests, a little put out. “What’s wrong with my ears?”

“Nothing,“ she says, warm and amused. “Nothing at all. I find that they have grown on me greatly. They’re cute. Just like the rest of my girlfriend.”

Oh. Girlfriend.

Her heart is full.

[shadowversejc]

Dance with Me (Allurance One-shot)

CASTLE OF LIONS – Season 6 Episode 5

“Okay, looks like we have the power we need to attempt a system restart!” Coran shouted, swinging back and forth upside down like a pendulum on the holographic screen. He slowed to a standstill, still upside down, clearly enjoying way too much of this at such a critical moment. “Allura, begin the reboot sequence!”

Allura stared at the hologram blankly. Her arms were crossed, tight against her chest.

“Allura!” Coran cried. “Can you hear me? Is this thing on mute? There’s a lot of blood rushing to my head so I keep hitting the wrong buttons!”

Still, she just gazed into the hologram, no life in the bright blue skies of her eyes. She looked a million light-years away, lost in some alternate reality. Lance glanced at her from his console. She did not stand upright at her post as always. Her back was slumped. Not a very good sign.

“Allura?” he said.

She flinched. “Oh, right! What is it you need?” She tried to sound upbeat but after all this time, Lance could see right through the façade. He knew what it was like. His whole life has been a façade.

Until Allura.

She mindlessly, perhaps even carelessly typed the sequence on a cyan keyboard that materialized from thin air.

Again, not a very good sign.

Before long, Coran again screamed over the intercoms that they ran into another snag and the Castle was still not operational. In that moment, Lance swore Coran sounded like a flock of ravens back home on Earth. And ravens usually signify some sort of incoming negative outcomes.

“I’ll head down to assist with repairs,” Krolia said. The tapping of her feet against the floor gradually faded until a sliding door closed behind her.

The hologram of Coran vanished, basking the room in deafening silence. Lance realized they were now alone. Lance. And Allura. Alone. Not often this happens.

Not long ago, he would probably start riffing off age-old pickup lines. But he was different now. She was different now.

No, she wasn’t different. He just opened his eyes. Finally looked around, for the first time. She was always Allura. Once just a hot alien reward. Now? Everything he could ever hope to be. The best version of Lance McClain. The bravest, awesomest person he ever met. Also the one who, by the looks of it, needed someone right now more than ever.

Sweat stained his palms. Her heart started galloping. He teetered over to her. “Allura, are you okay? You seem a little distracted.”

She stared at the ground, motionless, but closed her eyes in regret. He knew that look. He wore it his whole life. “I’m just so angry at myself for allowing this to happen. I played right into Lotor’s hands, and I fear my actions have placed us right into this dire situation. All of this is because of me.” Water glistened in her eyes.

Lance shook his head. “You didn’t put us in this situation. It was Shiro who went rogue and released the virus in the Castle. I thought I knew who he was.”

“No. This is my fault. I trusted Lotor. I helped him build and empower his ships, granting him unlimited access to the Quintessence field and put the entire universe in jeopardy. How can the Coalition ever be expected to trust me when I’m not sure I can even trust myself?”

Lance furrowed his brow, a wave of compassion coming over him. He desperately tried to come up with words of support. Honestly, he never had to do this before. “Allura, it wasn’t just you who trusted Lotor. We all did. I had more reason than anyone not to trust him, but he did everything right.” At this, she finally glanced up at him. Her eyes were big and bright and blue and more imposing than ever. A needy Allura. What a nightmare. He gulped. “He didn’t just fool you. He fooled us all.”

Suddenly, she threw her arms around him. He froze up for a moment, not expecting her to go so far so quickly. She snuggled her head against his shoulder and held onto him for dear life, as if they were both falling into the abyss. But maybe they would fall together.

He took a second to memorize her warmth, and honestly, it was the best second of his entire life. Somehow, they connected on a deeper level than ever before. She was okay with letting down her impervious walls. She was okay with baring her vulnerabilities. She was okay with him.

She was the rock that held the universe together. The force that ignited Voltron’s iron heart. The one who gave up everything she was for everyone else. Maybe, just maybe, Lance McClain is how the universe gives back. Someone who held her together. Someone who gave up everything he was just for her. It was ridiculously poetic, but if that was his lot in life, he wouldn’t even blink. He would run down that road with every fiber of his being. She was worth it.

“Let me tell you,” he started, “as someone who has made a million mistakes, all you can do is get up and try to make it right. We need you. The universe needs you.” Her shattered breaths shocked his shoulder. She weakened against him, letting him support her.

How much better could this day get?

No. Shut up.

He quieted down that old smelly Lance and held her all the more.

“Thank you, Lance,” she croaked. She pulled away and looked up at him, her eyes wet but far firmer in their glory than before. She grinned, a rainbow in the rain. A sun shining through a storm.

The entire room quaked and static overpowered the comms. They both jumped. Just as suddenly, a hologram appeared and displayed some random gibberish. Lance raised an eyebrow.

“Now playing: Lance’s Playlist.”

Lance shrieked. “Shit! I mean, quiznack! Quiznack!”

Instantly, the comms blared American Pie by Don McLean. One of his favorites. It reverberated against the walls, causing the room to vibrate and tremor.

Do you believe in rock ‘n roll? And can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Lance cringed, afraid to look at Allura, but what he found was pure, childlike wonder. She grinned sheepishly. He reddened in embarrassment.

What the quiznack was the Castle doing hacking into his playlists? Is this like the time the Castle tried killing everyone?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him ‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Then I dig those rhythm and blues!

How metaphorical. He hated to give in but the classic seduced him easily. He started tapping his feet and bounced his head this way and that. Worse, he was snapping his fingers to the beat.

Allura just watched him, an awkward smile etched on her face. “Is this Earth music?”

“Great, right?” he returned. He drowned himself in the melody and literally, despite the hell going on outside, broke into a dance. He loosened and twisted his knees this way and that. His shoulders rose and fell in a cyclic jig, giving way into a ballerina-like spin. He laughed at the sheer absurdity of it all.

And while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown

Allura kept smiling, but Lance swore she blushed a little. Maybe it was imagination, maybe it was legit, or maybe it was out of sheer second-hand embarrassment. Who knows? Maybe it’s all three.

“I never knew you were a dancer!” Allura said.

He smirked. “Come on, Allura!”

She shrank away and stiffened her arms timidly. “Oh, no, no. Me? This is not the time—”

He slid in front of her and grasped her hand tenderly. “Nuh uh, don’t ‘this is not the time’ me. Come on. You need this. What else are we going to do?”

Her frown flipped into a grin. She loosened and watched his movements, trying her best to copy. Earth’s dances were really weird and erratic.

Or maybe this is just Lance’s form of dancing. Yeah, that’s probably right.

She held his hand while they faced each other, doing a silly jig by moving their arms in synchrony up and down, side to side. She felt herself blush, but he was definitely red as a tomato. Her stomach went into annoying knots. She felt them before. With Lotor.

We were singing, bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry The good old boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye Saying, ‘This will be the day that I die’

He pulled her into a twirl then switched sides and pulled her back again. She spun again with a happy laugh and brushed against him. Her eyes exploded in a breathtaking supernova of white and blue. She looked more beautiful than ever. Happier than ever. Honestly, sometimes he forgot how young she was. She was really supposed to be like nineteen or whatever. If you didn’t know her, you’d think she’s ten thousand years old.

Oh wait.

Without any warning, he took her other hand and slowed into a gentle rock just as American Pie did as well. He clenched his jaw as they swayed side to side.

Don’t make this awkward. Don’t make this awkward. Don’t make this awkward.

She looked up at him, almost as if she heard his thoughts. Her dried tears on her cheeks shone like diamonds held to light. He warded off a gulp. How did they even get in this position? Face to face with Allura like this was not something he expected to happen today. And that’s after Lotor turned out to be Zarkon 2.0.

“Allura, I . . . I just want to . . . I want you to know . . .” Her eyes widened a bit, even more enveloping than before. He had to channel every ounce of Paladin strength to avoid being consumed by them. “I wish I could take the pain away. I wish I could make it all better, but I’m just some stupid boy from Cuba.”

“Lance—”

“It’s true. What I mean is, you’re not alone. You don’t have to suffer alone. You have all of us. You have . . . you have me, I guess.”

“No. You are more than that. I believe you are more than that. You are a Paladin of Voltron. You . . . you are so much like my father but you don’t see it.”

He made a face. “I don’t get it. How could I be anything like King Alfor? He’s Alfor!”

She grinned slightly and grasped his hands tighter. He was sure he was red as a tomato but couldn’t care less anymore.

“You are brave. You are strong, you know who you are, you give up your life for so many others, you love m— I mean . . .”

They both tensed at the same time. Her eyes widened into bowling balls. She flustered and looked away.

Too late. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Wait, was she going to say what he thought she was going to say? How did she know that?

What? What? What?

The mice.

Those savages.

“Allura—”

Keith’s voice screamed over the intercom.

Interrupted, again.

[moonkoiluv]

Allurance Headcannon

Allura and Lance having spa date nights together with shows and food. They talk a lot of drama but they go deep into their conversations about any insecurities or negative feelings about themselves. Lance kissing Allura wherever she feels insecure.

Allura also using this time to teach Lance about Altean customs and history, Lance would be applying a face mask or painting Alluras nails while she chatted away. Lance would be doing something and finally be able to listen (#ADHD Lance).

I think they're so adorable together and had so much potential- Lance was SO in love with her and I think Allura was too 😭😭😭

[ethereance]

post s8 allurance has so "it's you!" "Despite everything it's still you" Vibes

Ah yes, the classic pre-trauma post-trauma quote. 100% agreed

[frankenjoly]

Lazy mornings

lance/allura + kiss casually

Breakfast used to be the calmest meal of the day, given how most of them came to the table still half asleep, seeking the aid of caffeine to fully wake up. Only most of them, because Lance always looked pretty much ready, if not downright full of energy to face the upcoming day with.

“Morning, people!!!” He enthusiastically greeted those who were already there; a small group formed by a very sleepy Pidge, Shiro basically fused with his coffee mug, and Allura herself being less awake than she would like to.

As he walked in towards his usual spot at the table, Allura saw Lance giving Shiro a small pat on the shoulder, ruffling Pidge’s hair (even more, actually) and then approaching her.

“And morning to you too.” As naturally as breathing was, he leaned in to leave a soft kiss on Allura’s cheek, which made her smile almost instantly.

“Good morning.” She answered, mirroring both the words and the gesture itself. It was going to be a very nice day, unless unexpected emergencies changed it, and Allura prayed they didn’t.

[creativesplat]

@alluraweek2023: Heart

[avidbeader]

Title: A Time to Celebrate

Fandom and Pairing: VLD, Allurance and Sheith

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37101505

Summary: Allura learns how birthdays work on Earth and everyone encourages her to choose a day for herself. Written for Allura Week 2022.

Status: Completed one-shot

[romancemedia]

[romancemedia]

Lance and Allura finally become a couple (8x01)

[romancemedia]

Lance and Allura Kisses

[moved-to-ordon-pumpkin-deactiva]

Allurance | Allura + Lance | Colored Sketch Speedpaint

[soft-blue-and-pink]

I decided I should draw a little mermaid au with Lance and Allura with Allura as Ariel because she loves shiny things and also that means her father can be alive in this au, and Lance as Eric because he loves mermaids and the ocean. And I wanted do the moment in the kiss the girl song when they are in the boat and the fish and birds are singing around them BUT I drew the mice instead. Also the fish are the colors of the lions (except the blue lion because they are mr and mrs blue lion SO fight me.) I also drew in the fireflies even though they don't happen at the same time as the fish fountains in the movie because I like fireflies. And Allura has her pointy ears and marks because, mermaid, and I said so. Thanks for reading<3

[aucatgirl]

For the allurance zine “Splendiferous”