when your ship is the literal embodiment of
“ and they were comarades “

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when your ship is the literal embodiment of
“ and they were comarades “
Harold, they’re lesbians
Please don’t repost (reblogs are appreciated) Dm me, I do commissions
Chapter 20 is finally up! In this chapter, Keith has a serious talk with Colleen and Acxa, Coran has crazy health project ideas and Lotor is just a bitch.
Ezor x Acxa + Drunken Confession for the prompt ask!
These drabbles are officially no longer three lines, because y’all keep on giving me these amazing prompts.
Middle Territory bars were the best bars. Too far out on the galactic edges, and people would pick a fight with you every five seconds just for having a little purple in you. Too far in, and it was all snooty lounges that booted you for having a part that wasn’t. The in-between ones were just right. And the ones on planets with invertebrate inhabitant were the best of the best, Ezor decided - instead of chairs and tables, they had lovely, soft pits full of pillows that felt amazing to sink into. Especially when you were too drunk to stand up.
Sadly, this pit was a little small. When Ezor tried to lay down, there wasn’t enough room for her to stretch her legs properly, and her crest kept getting caught when she tried to twist around.
Or maybe not sadly. Ezor wiggled up close to the warm body sitting next to her, straightening out her legs as she shoved her head into Acxa’s lap. Her vision was blurring around the edges, but she could still see the planes of Acxa’s face above her, highlighted in the pale gold of the lanterns. Her eyes caught the light too, when she glanced down at Ezor. “What are you doing?”
“‘M too drunk to get up.”
Acxa - of course - rolled her eyes. She still took a drink from her own glass of pale green liquor. Ezor had stolen a sip earlier, before Acxa had snatched her drink back - it was sweet and tangy, like fruit that was just getting to be overripe. There was a slight gleam on Acxa’s lips, where she had wet them drinking.
Ezor turned her face and pressed it into Acxa’s stomach. “Acx-aaaa.”
“Yes?”
“You’re so pretty.”
A faint snort, and a hand settled gently on her head, just above the base of her sagittal crest. “I know.”
“And I really love you. Like, really really.”
Acxa’s hand tensed, then relaxed, tenderly stroking the side of Ezor’s face. “…I know.”
*pics up microphone*
she turned every girl in voltron lesbian change my mind
acxa: babe
veronica and ezor at the same time: yea?
my irl friend introduced me to this ship... and hmm me likey
tfw ezxa is literally mailee in space