Ever since they were kidnapped, Katie has always sought out Lance for comfort. She felt safe in his arms and would crawl into his bed whenever she was anxious or had nightmares. This became a pattern even as they grew older but Lance doesn’t mind in the slightest. He welcomes the comfort in the strange and terrifying reality they’ve been thrust into.
And I can imagine Lance has been woken up numerous times from Katie shifting in her sleep and poking him with her horns
i thought i’d draw one of my favourite scenes from chapter three of @anchoredtether ‘s fic Defenders of Aurita as a thank you for putting together pikelavar week! i had a lot of fun making stuff for it, and i got to stretch my creative muscles!
(plus i really love this scene. this fic is GOOD you should read it if you haven’t. there’s dragons!!)
"A Love Supreme Seems Far Removed" for the Hozier prompt!
ack sorry this took so long but i hope you like it Ivy!! inspired (if indirectly) by @rueitae and @cgf-kat, though they may not thank me for the credit
Pidgedidn’tresist when Lance took her hand and tugged her into his arms, but she didhalfheartedly complain, “I haven’t even taken my shoes off!”
He laughed as his other hand pressedagainst the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. “Ifit makes you feel any better, I’ll vacuum in the morning.”
She rolled her eyes but rested her foreheadagainst his chest so he wouldn’t see the smile curving her lips. “Deal.”
They danced in the soft candlelight oftheir apartment while Lance’s phone, set on the kitchen counter,played a soft, corny tune and her own propped up on a bookshelf recorded avideo of them. Pidge had no doubt he’d planned this - down to the song - sincethey decided on their spontaneous courthouse wedding, so she went along withit, her chest warm and fluttering, her hand on his shoulder as they swayed in acircle in their tiny living room.
“Whenmarimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make we sway…”
Lance pulled her a little closer, his nosein her braided hair and his steady heartbeat under her cheek. His fingerstightened around hers, his thumb sliding her new gold wedding band up and down.
Pidge sighed as she reveled in his warmth,in that strength and sweetness she loved him for. She lifted her head andcupped the back of his neck, and when his dark blue eyes met hers a gentlesmile tugged at his lips.
“What’reyou thinking about in that brilliant brain of yours, my love?” he wondered in alow voice.
“Otherdancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you…”
She could make a joke or tease him or sharea fact that would boggle his mind; instead she confessed, “I’mjust thinking how I can’t remember ever being this happy.” Heat rushed to herface - it was always tricky for her to discuss her feelings, even with him -but she held his gaze and watched his grin creep a little wider.
(She did not think on why they married in such a hurry with only theirfamilies and Hunk present to witness, about his first impending mission intospace - away from her.)
When Lance’s palm rested on her cheek, she cradled itcloser, her eyes slipping shut as he leaned down to kiss her. She hummedagainst his lips, her stomach flipping pleasantly, and murmured, “And what are you thinking about, my darling goofball?”
“Likea lazy ocean hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more…”
“Howdang lucky I am I met you,” Lance said. “How lucky I am to love you.”
She shivered when his nose brushed hers,his breath warm on her cheek, but teased, “You’re lucky I gave you the chance.”
(She almost didn’t,she thought regretfully. He was her nuisance of a teammate - a pilot who triedso hard to show off he made his crew fail - while they were cadets, so whatirony she fell so hard for him once she saw he could buckle down when he neededto?)
“It’sjust because I’m cute, right?” Lance teased, his thumb skirting under her eye.
“Makeme thrill as only you know how, sway me smooth, sway me now…”
Pidge slid her hand up and down his chest,over the smooth fabric of his gray suitjacket before she plucks at his slender blue tie. “Somethinglike that.”
She’d tried to convince him to wear hisGarrison uniform jacket, to show off the new stripes in the pictures her motherand his sister took, but now she found herself grateful for the tie.
She tugged him down and kissed him, alittle longer than last time - long enough it left them breathless when theyparted.
Lance recaptured her hand and they resumedtheir dance, sweeping around in a wider circle while she followed his lead. Hisforehead fell onto hers, and he said, “I never told you earlier but…you lookbeautiful.”
“Likea flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease…”
Pidge smiled, face warm. She swished herlong white hem around and sighed when Lance’s warm hand wandered up to where the dressleft her back bare. “It’s not exactly a wedding gown,” she told him, “but itdid the job.”
“Itmore than did the job,” Lance agreed. He kissed her, and when his lips partedover hers heat pooled in her stomach.
She gripped his tie again and tangled herfingers through his hair that was almost more carefully styled than her plaits.He cupped her face between his hands, kissing her like a man starved, like henever would again.
(She loved him so much - wanted him closeand with her - she couldn’tbreath when she thought of them parting.)
The air she needed to live was almost notworth it, but the smirk Lance flashed her once he caught his breath made hervery grateful she stood within the fold of his arms.
“Onlyyou have that magic technique, when we sway I go weak…”
His hands fell to her waist. “Youmust be glad Hunk talked me into wearing an actual tie.” He lowered his voiceand whispered in a tone of mocking horror, “I wanted to wear a bow tie.”
Pidge snorted but she couldn’tfight the laughter bubbling through her chest. “Why?” she demanded. She wrapped her arms aroundhis neck so they returned to their lazier slow dance. “Oh my God, that would’vebeen worse than committing murder.”
“Whatdo you have against bow ties, Pidge?” Lance asked. He raised an eyebrow, buthis attempt at being serious fell flat the instant he dissolved into giggles. “Youjust like tugging me down for one more, huh?”
“Whenmarimba rhythms start to play, hold me close, make me sway…”
Her face warmed impossibly more, but sherolled her eyes, fingers tightening around his tie, and grumbled, “Yes,so shut up and kiss me, Mr. Lieutenant Holt.”
“Withpleasure, Mrs. Lieutenant H—”
Kissing Lance was an easy - and pleasant -way to quiet him. Frank Sinatra’s smooth voice faded into the background,the candles burned low before their own wax quenched the flames, and Pidge lostherself in Lance’s arms as he unraveled her kiss by kiss and touch by touch.
“Whenwe dance you have a way with me, stay with me, sway with me…”
What little Pidge can see of the dark videoblurs behind a curtain of tears she frantically wipes away. She can do withoutthem, without the awful tightness in her chest and the heaviness weighing downher very soul.
They’re useless to her, but not even her workdistracts her from the pain anymore.
A harsh wave of anger washes over her, herjaw clenching and her fingers tightening around her blasted phone. It takes allher self-control not to chuck it, still playing the video with its soft musicand softer, incomprehensible voices, across the lab at the far wall. At theleast she wants to insert it into the UTM and let the pistons crush it intoshards of fiberglass and silicon.
The empty shell - the non-cog - sitting onthe stool beside her is far from a comforting presence. The entire time thevideo played, she dared to glance at his - its- face, dared to hope for a sign of recognition or just a change in itsexpression.
But nothing - just a blank, flat affectwith not even a hint of the smile that, even in quiet moments, would playaround his lips.
“Youhave to be in there,”Pidge hisses, furious. She squeezes her phone, cradling it close to her chest,and wags an angry finger in the shell’s expressionless face.
It doesn’t even blink.
“H-how’reyou—you can’t be—but you haveto be—”Pidge cuts off with a strangled gasp. She stumbles to her feet, dropping thephone on the lab bench before rounding towards the shell with her headspinning. She feels as unbalanced as she did the last time she drank too much,as unsteady on her feet as she is in her soul, but without Hunk or Keith orMatt there to catch her.
“We’rebringing you back,” Pidge swears, not for the first time. Her fingers find theugly device protruding from its hair - once so carefully groomed, now unwashedand shaggy - and says, “I’m going to find a way to take this damn hoktril outwithout killing you even if I have to question every Altean neurologist in theuniverse myself.”
But the body that used to be Lance’sstares dispassionately past the woman he loved, as indifferent to her anger andgrief and touch as it was to the video of their first dance.
Things aren’t the way they were before
You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me in the end...
The past week or so I’ve had a really exciting art concept in my head for my fic Shatter and Tessellate and I’m pleasantly surprised with how it turned out. It’s going to serve as the cover art for the fic when I complete BTBH prompts as the story progresses.
Fun idea brought about by Abel, here’s my galrasona! I tried to draw her features and hair as close to mine as I could (yeah my nose is that flat on the bottom) and gave her my trademark red eyes that I give other sonas (irl my eyes are a reddish brown, so I exaggerate that trait in sonas). I thought about making her smile but I have a really bad resting face.
And I do have a scar under my right eye! It’s far less noticeable irl though. And fun fact, I own the triangular ear cuffs she’s wearing. After drawing her I realized she resembles a lynx and I’m kinda digging it.
How many AUs can I make where Lance has cat ears? not enough
-cough- ANYWHO. Sooooo I’ve yet to see any Plance Galra AUs out there (I’ve seen Galtean and Altean AUs, but none where they’re both Galra) and due to brainstorming ideas and influence from Rue’s writing I uhhh... came up with a super angsty AU idea.
It’s going to involve a lot of horror elements and brainwashing and it’s going to be so much delicious angst! But naturally I had to figure out their Galra designs before I could start working on the story but hopefully I’ll at least crank out chapter one sometime here soon. I’m pretty sure I’m going to give Pidge a tail as well because why not and even though you can’t see it here hers is going to look like a deer’s to match her ears.
Also... Pidge’s helmet thing in this which I directly copied from Honerva’s in s8... is exactly like Meklavar’s helmet and the parallels Pidge has to Honerva has me squinting my eyes and coming up with conspiracy theories. Anyway, Pidge is going to have lots of ties to Honerva in this AU...
I drew that rifle without any reference so please don’t judge my space gun drawing skills because they are nonexistent
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I had to make a reference sheet for these two so I could get their markings and everything down right, and talking in the discord server made me realize that galra genes would probably make everyone taller (since most galra are heckin huge). So I set my height chart next to Katie for around 5′4″-5′5″ because that’s how I imagine her being in this AU (in canon I hc Pidge as 5′1″-5′2″ so she’s still a bit taller!) and it turns out Lance is a solid 7′ tall. That’s going to ensue some fun height differences for these two.
I’m also working on some reference sheets for various outfits they will wear (including their Voltron paladin armor with adjustments for their anatomy) so those will be posted soon!
Poor Katie’s short genes are just too strong that not even galra genes can change her short arms.
Katie, determinedly: I'm actually 5'6 1/2"!!
Lance: You can't count your horns that's cheating! By that logic I'm 7'4" because of my ears.
Katie: let me have this Lance
