#klance??

[rottingccorpsee]

Lance: What is your love language?

Keith: English.

[klancky]

“Will there be LGBTQ+rep in VLD?”

Bex: *hysterical laughter*

[welcome-to-the-spiral]

If you ever make a part two of the fic where Shiro chokes Lance I will, in fact, give you my firstborn.

His name will be Jimothee and he will be Geraldine’s brother. They will be sacrificed to Satan, so I hope you’re happy with these fics lmao

Shiro was choking him, his metal hand burning his neck as it heated and clenched around his throat. The skin on his neck felt like it was melting, and the only thing he could taste was blood, and as his vision faded to black, he could only feel the immense terror that filled every part of his body and mind. He was dying, oh fuck, he was really dying.

Lance jolted awake and fell out of the healing pod into someone’s arms. Arms. Hands. Shiro, choking him. Lance pushed himself backwards and stumbled, back slamming against a wall, and panic followed. He was going to be killed. Shiro was-

“Lance, it’s me, Hunk. It’s me, you’re friend. You’re safe. You’re safe, Lance.” 

The Red paladin looked up, eyes wide with terror, and his panic-filled blue eyes were met by steady, deep brown eyes, a smile seeming to shine from them, though concern resided behind that smile, something Lance could see as easily as daylight. Lance had been Hunk’s friend for ages, it was easy to see the concern, and easier to use it to take his mind of the absolute terror that was pulsing through him.

“Hey buddy, what happened?” Lance asked, the question much more quiet and shaky than he had hoped it would sound. Hunk sighed and helped the other boy up. His eyes lingered on Lance’s hands, which shook like leaves in wind, and the other boy smiled awkwardly and crossed his arms. 

“Sh…” Lance began again, voice quieter than before, and Hunk looked away. “You can’t think I-”

“No, Lance, I don’t think it was your fault. Obviously it wasn’t your fault. I mean, how could Shiro trying to- to… You know- be your fault?” Hunk replied, and Lance leveled him with a stare. The Yellow paladin wasn’t telling him everything.

“Gosh, okay, fine, whatever. There’s something wrong with Shiro. Like wrong wrong.” Hunk finally sighed as he turned and threw his hands into air in defeat. Hunk never survived Lance’s questioning, and Lance rarely if ever even voiced his questions.

“No shit Sherlock there’s something wrong with him, he tried to kill me! How is not the dictionary definition of wrong!” Lance exploded, and Hunk winced.

“I mean Haggar wrong, Lance.” Hunk finally whispered, and Lance shook his head, disbelief in his eyes as he backed away from the other paladin.

“You’re kidding me, right? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. That’s why none of them are here, right? They’re making sure Sh- he is okay. He tried to fucking kill me and you guys- no, no, I’m out. I don’t care if it was Haggar controlling him, I can’t look at him again. I can’t say his goddamn name because I was hanging from that wall, his hand pinning me there, and all I could think of was how I was actually going to die, how he was going to kill me, how he had finally lost his mind or some shit. I didn’t think once ‘Haggar’s killing me, guys, better come help.’ It was ‘Sh.. He’s killing me. I’ll never see little Vera or mama or Earth again, and it’s not because of the Galra or even because of the war, it’s because of him, so you can go fuck yourself with the ‘it was Haggar’ bullshit, because it was him to me, and it will never not be him, it will never not be his hand crushing my windpipe and burning my skin off and it will never not be his eyes staring at me with that sick amusement and-” Lance cut himself off before he fell over that very new and very delicate edge between terrified, scared, and confused and a full fledged panic attack.

Stumbling backwards, the Red paladin took a shuddering breath before dashing to the door and into the hallway, hands trembling so badly it was hard to open the door. He didn’t remember finding his way to Red’s hanger or even stumbling into the cockpit of the lion, but suddenly he was sitting there, trembling, the normally harsh heat of the Red lion suddenly a gentle warmth that gently filled him with calm.

Lance took a deep, shuddering breath, and leaned his head back. A tear found a path down his face, but he barely registered the feeling of it as it rolled across his skin.

“They care about him more than they care about me and he-” Lance’s voice cut off, and the Red lion purred. He knew that Lance meant.

The priorities of many does not reflect the truth, even if it can be seen only by the few.

Red’s voice was deep and troubled, rage and fire and heat seeming to live and breathe and die all at once within the span of each word. Somehow it was calming, and Lance could feel his panic easing as he listened to the lion. The lion spoke differently from Blue. His vernacular was old and wise, but the way he spoke, his tone, inflections, the emotions Lance could feel through their bond were somehow much wilder and seemingly younger.

“But they’re my friends and they don’t care.” Lance whispered, his voice small and scared and sad.

Time heals all wounds, small one, but it also reveals past mistakes. Their folly will be revealed to them in a way or another. It is not for us to guess when their sight will be cleared, however, it is simply to stand strong.

“How can I be strong when I can’t stop thinking about it? When I’m so afraid of him?” Lance asked, his voice helpless. He really was weak.

Strength does not lie in fear and a lack of fear, it lies in regarding fears as part of life, not the whole of life. Let your fears control you and you will not be strong, yes, but more than that, you will not live.

Silence followed the lion’s words for a long time before Lance pushed himself upwards in the chair and, on slightly unsteady feet, stood. He could face his fears. He was strong.

—

Lance had previously never thought he would fear seeing his team. Sure he dreaded it or disliked it when there were meetings or hard missions and the like, but now he could only feel fear. What if they chose Shiro over him? What if they finally gave up on Lance, the Red Paladin stand in?

Pushing the thoughts from his mind, Lance opened the door to the bridge and was greeted by the solemn faces of his team, plus Keith and Coran. The former, still dressed in the Blade uniform was the first to cross the room and bring him into a tight hug.

“We didn’t know where you were, we’ve been waiting for you for an hour, I was going crazy with worry.” Keith said as Coran, Allura, Pidge, and Hunk joined him in hugging the Red Paladin.

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you liked it, I’ll be expecting Jimothee in ten years time! 

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[perfyime]

Can we talk about this for a moment?

It's probably one of the funniest and strangest things ever cause when you see this scene as a gif you see every frame and it's get a funnier the more you watch it and the more details you notice

[rjdg-fanatic]

That Bro, Tho

I mean, he’s a human Rolo

[utteeemieliz-blog]

I AM A ‘KEITH CAN SWITCH THROUGH BEING GALRAN HUMAN AND HUMAN GALRAN’ GAY

Just imagine Keith got very emotional and he just gROWS and he’s all like “what the fuck did you just fucking say about me you little bitch” and EVERYONES SHOOK.

And HIS eyes are like “IM WOKE AND YELLOW AS FUCK, You wanna fuCk with me??” And then Lance is just like “WELL SHIT HE GOT TALLER” and Keith just looks at him and goes “wait it actually uPsET ABOut me being tOlL for o n c e????” And just casually shRINKS back down to his size before he went to the abyss.

AND EVERYONES MORE SHOOK AND LANCE IS LIKE “what THE FUCK IS UP KYLE—“ and Keith is like “calm down, relaxation, chill out stop screaming” and EVERYONES LIKE “wAIt you CAN GROw???” And Keith is like “wot in tarnation are y’all darn-tootin’ fellers’ speakin’ of” AND KROLIA IS JUST STANDING THERE LIKE “yorak t he f u c k”

[hey-its-dal]

has anyone done this before