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My Heart Yearns and My Skin Burns
Write4love
The Paladins of Voltron made it out of Bob's game show alive, but Lance is feeling the effects of being called the dumb one...and is about to feel effects of being thrown into a vat of acid...
To Find Home
qalisto
I want to go home, he says. It’s his mother’s melancholic smiles when old Cuban songs are playing, it’s his siblings laughters, it’s his dad’s poetry.
I want to go home, he says. And somehow it’s the castleship, the paladins and two aliens.
I want to go home, he says. It’s a purple iris, a purple nebula. It’s a mop of dark hair and a smirk. It’s an ache that’s growing in his chest, the urge to feel arms wrapped around him, the urge to feel the warmth of a body, a hand in his, to kiss chapped lips.
on the line (stay with me)
hiuythn
“I could show you,” Keith offers. “It’s quite the collection; kind of proud of it.”
Lance laughs faintly. “How about we save it for—for the next time we meet in person?”
“When’s that happening, by the way? It’s been a while.”
“Meaning you miss us dearly, don’t you?” he teases. Keith grumbles at him, and he grins to an absent audience. “But, ah, I don’t think we’ll see each other anytime, um, soon, unfortunately.”
“Things are getting busy on your end, huh?”
Lance hums. His gaze slides down to his right leg. To torn skin and shredded muscle, white bone peeking out. To blood, to a soaked-through suit, to the pool under his shin painting the snow-dusted ground a stark red.
He smiles weakly. “Something like that.”
