#space babus

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A Christmas Carol AU with Lance as Tiny Tim & Shiro as Bob Cratchit?

I am deeply sorry but I can’t take this prompt seriously because I keep imagining Zarkon as Scrooge and it’s making me laugh too hard.

Haggar as Marley.

Thace as the Ghost of Christmas Past, Antok as Present, Regris as Future.

Lotor as nephew Fred, the generals as his party guests.

Alfor as Fezziwig.

Kolivan as that nice guy who comes looking for money for a charity fund.

Hunk and Pidge as Rizzo and Gonzo/the Greek chorus in the back commentating on how awful Zarkon is.

Keith as the boy who goes to buy the turkey at the end.

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May I present a headcanon: Matt keeps hinting things and the paladins get worried about Keith. Hunk and Lance introduce a Mamabird Protocol - established by their parents when they left home for the Garrison. Calls every Friday, spacebook updates for the sibs at least once every few days, and monthly care packages. Pidge would think it's a bit much except she can tell Matt's holding smth back, so she makes an untraceable space phone that will shriek at levels only galran/humans can hear if ignor

... if ignored. Shiro is very straightfaced when convincing the Mamorans this is standard practice when a human youngling leaves the pack, and does not answer Keith's pleas for mercy. Allura and Coran are well-meaning and enrhusiastic in providing items for the care packages, and Keith ends up with a lot of unusual weapons so in the end he doesn't mind too much

I ADORE this, and it reminds me of an excellent fic I’ve read recently by @isabeau25​, Don't Forget to Call Home. It doesn’t have the care packages and the bit about human traditions, but it’s a really lovely fic about the folks on the Castle of Lions keeping in touch with Keith while he’s gone and missing him very, very much. Please read it! I think you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.

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Never Have I Ever written a kid Hunk fic.

I HAVE NOT. But I would love to. Oh man.

Any kid Hunk fic I wrote would likely also have kid Lance, because double the fun and shenanigans, and talkative Lance could speak for shy Hunk and drag him into trouble while tiny Hunk tries to hold him back. If Hunk was the only kid, though:

This is the best day of Lance’s life. His favorite person on the ship is tiny and adorable and ever so huggable (and extremely clingy). He carries him around like a baby sloth. Constantly. He sings and tells stories and plays games and never gets tired of tiny Hunk. The others try to peel Hunk away and mostly fail, because Hunk feels the safest with Lance. If Lance wears himself out, though…

Shiro is next best. He is big and strong and his voice is so gentle and warm. Hunk feels safe with Shiro, too. They take wonderful naps together. Shiro is the best pillow. Shiro also sleeps well while tiny Hunk is sprawling on top of him, though he’s scared to at first, afraid he’ll hurt him. Hunk is insistent though, and Shiro gives in, because how can you not. Those puppy eyes are lethal.

Pidge is third favorite. She works on such cool things. She knows so much. She lets Hunk watch when she takes apart gadgets, and will let him touch if he’s very, very careful. (Actually she deliberately gives him junk that she doesn’t care if he breaks or ruins. Imagine her shock when tiny genius Hunk actually fixes whatever broken thing she gave him.)

Coran is also great. He lets Hunk follow him around while he works on a thousand fascinating tasks, and he answers every question Hunk asks him. Hunk has a LOT of questions. All the time. He doesn’t know that Coran is making things up at least a quarter of the time. Other times, though, he’s perfectly honest. Coran loves having someone who doesn’t get tired of listening to him talk.

Keith and Hunk are wary of each other at first. Keith seems intimidating, with his scowling face and closed body language, but Hunk is a smart kid. He figures out that Keith is interested in him, just not sure how to approach him. Eventually he goes to him on his own and asks Keith to make him a sandwich. Keith knows his way around the kitchen, possibly because Hunk in his older form showed him a few things so Keith could make himself food after training sessions. Together they developed the equivalent of space peanut and butter and jelly. This is Hunk’s new favorite thing. Keith makes it for him a lot.

Allura is also a bit intimidating, but she keeps looking at Hunk with such sad, wistful smiles. He doesn’t know that she’s thinking about the children of Altea, lost so long ago. It takes him a long time to work up the courage, but eventually he starts sitting next to her whenever he has the opportunity and leaning into her. She smells so nice, and her hands are so soft when she pats him. 

The mice love Hunk. Hunk loves the mice. They get along like peas and carrots. If Hunk ever gets lost wandering around, they find him and bring him back. They also distract him when he gets anxious and make him laugh even when no one else can. Lance feeds the mice so much extra food they get a little chubby, and Platt looks like a yellow marshmallow.

Play fanfic Never Have I Ever with me.

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Okay so somebody asked about the kid Hunk thing and it melted me, so I'mma build off of that: Never have I ever written a kid Pidge fic (like younger kid than she is now :/)

Thank you for the ask! Yep, I have not written this either, but it definitely deserves some consideration.

Mm, yes, Kid Pidge, cue EVEN MORE protective behavior from everyone else on the ship than we’re already getting, oh ho man. So smol. So fierce. So incredibly dangerous to both herself and others.

Instead of being anxious and clingy like baby Hunk, I think deaged Pidge would be mostly happy, curious, and energetic, with occasional outbursts of uncontrollable rage when she didn’t get her way. Hunk is an angel baby everyone wants to spend time with all the time always. Pidge is either an angel or an absolute devil, which poses very different challenges to childcare.

Lance, I feel, is still number one on the childcare front. He has experience with nieces and nephews and comes from a large family, and he can also be rather childish himself, so it’s not too hard for him to get down on her level. But Pidge is EXHAUSTING, and Lance is a boy who likes his naps and his beauty sleep, and his patience is not unlimited. Most of the time he can come up with activities to keep her distracted, but even if he’s not tired of dealing with her, she can get tired of HIM, which is a little hurtful, ngl. She needs a lot of stimulation, okay, and Lance can’t provide all of it. When she starts going down the endless path of “WHY” like so many little kids do, Lance gets lost pretty quick.

So Lance tag-teams a lot with Hunk, who isn’t quite as comfortable with tiny ones as he is, but is kindhearted and caring enough to compensate for any differences in experience level. Hunk also knows a lot, a LOT, and he loves to chatter, so he can answer a lot of Pidge’s innumerable questions. She likes watching him work on machinery and in the kitchen, and she especially loves his cookies, even the blue ones. But even that starts to dull and lose its appeal eventually. She needs more stimulation.

So Coran is also a go-to. Much like with baby Hunk in the last scenario, Coran can go around the ship with Pidge on his heels and answer all of her many questions, sometimes making things up as they go. Pidge has much more of a tendency to get distracted by some new shiny and dart off, though, so it can be a stressful job. Coran can’t concentrate on what he’s doing, trusting that Pidge will always be at his heel. He has to pay attention. She’s gotten lost in the machinery or the ducts more than once since she got turned into a baby, and Coran has torn out entire handfuls of his hair, which he then had to restore with generous treatments of Nunvill.

Thankfully, Keith has energy to spare. It takes him and Pidge some time to warm up to each other, but once they do they get along really well. Keith understands Pidge’s impulsive rages and can ride them out when Lance and Hunk get too stressed to deal with her and Coran doesn’t have time. He helps her work off her energy with simple games and teaches her how to throw a punch, sitting down cross-legged in front of her and holding out his palms for her to strike. Pidge LOVES playing with Keith. He can’t answer a lot of her questions, but he’s smart in his own way, and she appreciates that.

The mice are very interested in tiny Pidge, but also a little terrified of her. Hunk and Lance spend time teaching her how to be gentle with them, but somehow the lesson doesn’t stick. She always wants to grab and hold and touch. The mice makes faces at her from a distance and put on shows to keep her entertained, but they’ll only let her pet them when someone else is there to make sure she doesn’t get too rough.

Shiro and Allura are good for the quiet times, when Pidge wears herself out and starts wondering where her family is. Shiro sits with her while she falls asleep and tells her stories about her brother and dad and holds her when she cries. Allura shows her star maps and tells her stories about all the planets and peoples they pass by on the ship. They both miss their daddies and mommies sometimes, and that’s okay. They both don’t know the answers to all the questions they have, and that’s okay too.

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Oh my, I know you're taking prompts or anything but I scrolled past that setter!Lance fanart and well, have you ever thought about Voltron characters in a Haikyuu!! AU? Since you know both shows so well I'm dying to read your thoughts on this subject (if you have ever wondered about it that is)! Anyway, I hope you have a great week end with your friends! :)

I have had few thoughts, lol, not a whole lot, but I think the tropes cross over pretty well. I do think Lance would be a good setter, because that position requires pinpoint accuracy and tactical expertise, as well as a very good understanding of everyone on the team, their strengths and weaknesses and preferences. He would also take great pleasure in pulling off a perfect dump shot or going in for a spike on a synchronized attack. Maybe he didn’t want to be a setter at first when he was first learning volleyball. He wanted to be a cool spiker, a hero, someone to get the crowd on their feet and cheering. But he found that he was better at supporting the team with occasional flashes of offensive acumen. Like maybe his practice team kept rotating, and he was a decent blocker and decent spiker, but when he was in the setter position he just SHONE, and the adult in charge (Coach Coran?) was eventually able to convince him of that. Obviously he and Keith had a lot of friction at first, but eventually they learned to appreciate each other and get along, and their combos are particularly powerful.

Keith would be a wing spiker, obviously. Hunk a middle blocker, iron wall without doubt, and he would take it very personally whenever a ball got past his defenses. Shiro would be a very Daichi-like captain, a blocker with incredibly steady and reliable defense and a calm, steady presence keeping everyone on track, with occasional bouts of temper and youthful aggression. I think Pidge would work as a libero, not just because she’s short, but also because she’s creative and agile more than powerful, which is important for a libero. To round it out, we would need Allura as another wing spiker and Shay as a blocker to line up with Hunk and Shiro for three-person blocks. And a few other good guys for relief, maybe some of the Blade of Marmora, but I feel like they already have a college team that practices with the Voltron crew to help them level up.

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I just re-read "Cold in your Bones" and I like to imagine that, while lance is talking with blue, Shiro tells Allura(and maybe keith) why Lance was so upset. which works out cause they plan to get everyone and talk to him, but lance already planned on doing it. so everyone has a big ol' talk and hug it out about everything. Keith probably gets super emotional once he learns why lance was so upset, and Lance hugs him a bunch.

Yeah, still kind of regret that I didn’t write an epilogue for that. I guess I could always do a sequel, but I would need some kind of plot…

Anyway, yes, while Lance was talking to Blue, Shiro was seeking out the rest of the team. They had all known that Lance was depressed, of course, but none of them had put together WHY. They all thought it was the trauma of his experience down in the ice cell, not anxiety over his bond with Blue and deep-reaching self-esteem issues. But once they begin comparing notes, Hunk realizes that Lance told him from the beginning that “it wasn’t working,” meaning his bond with Blue. Pidge realizes that Lance was asking about her bond with Green because he was worried about his. Keith realizes that when Lance was talking about how he wasn’t good enough and he couldn’t measure up to Keith, it wasn’t about combat abilities so much as about Keith’s closeness with Red. 

And Allura and Coran are both just kind of horrified on the outskirts of the discussion. Coran is tearing at his hair because he HEARD Lance that first day when they brought him back, when he was babbling deliriously and going on and on about how he was sorry, he would do better, he didn’t mean to mess things up, and Coran hadn’t realized what it meant. And Allura is almost paralyzed with guilt because SHE was the one who thought she could diplomat her way out of that situation and wouldn’t let the other paladins go after Lance as soon as he started screaming, the way they all wanted to. Shiro and Keith had worked together to stop Blue from getting to Lance, yes, but it had all stemmed from her insistence that she could fix things with words, and she (in her mind) had completely failed to do that.

So when Lance comes out of Blue (much later) he’s already planning to talk to everyone and clear the air. And he halts at the bottom of the ramp in surprise, because everyone is waiting for him on the floor of the hangar, and every single one of them is a WRECK. Hunk runs out of nowhere to tackle-hug him to the ground, and then everyone is crowding around, trying to talk, trying to apologize, and Lance is just wheezing and waving his hands, “it’s okay, it’s OKAY, I get it now, I UNDERSTAND, it’s okay!” (But also he kinda likes the attention, not gonna lie, it feels good to have everyone he cares about, including Blue, right there telling him that he’s not a screw-up, that it wasn’t his fault, that they love him and want him and need him right where he is.) 

And yes, there are many, many hugs, and lots of tears, and Lance continually assuring everyone, as much as they are assuring him, that it wasn’t their fault, no one is to blame, Shiro and Allura and Keith all made the best decisions they could with the information they had and he’s okay with it, he really is, though, thank you for the hug, Keith, yes, you’re getting better at them, I didn’t mistake it for a grapple this time, oh and Coran, you’re amazing, Pidge and Hunk too, the best, have I said that, the best, thanks, Shiro, love you man, don’t feel bad, Princess, don’t feel bad, don’t feel bad.

It goes on for quite a while. And everything is as good as it can be in the end, though there’s still a lot of healing to do. Depression isn’t cured in an instant, not when it’s had that long to build up, and Lance still needs to be reminded to eat enough at meals, to hang out with people instead of hiding in his room or with Blue. But he lets the others remind him that they care, and he does his best to continue reconnecting with everyone, and they’re on the way.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: The paladins are heading back to the Castle of Lions after another successful mission when Shiro suddenly realizes that something is wrong. Lance isn’t responding on the comms. Words: 5164 Notes: I keep procrastinating from writing my fanfiction by writing OTHER fanfiction. Yeah, I was GONNA try to finish Keet and Yance before Season 2 came out, but I keep getting distracted. So anyway, this was inspired by this amazing fanart by @binart​. At first I just wrote a little ficlet, but of course I couldn’t stop there. Silly titles seem to be, like, my signature now. Yeah, I could have called it something poetic like “Shard of Ice” or something, but would that be as memorable as a stupid joke? Probably not.

Excerpt:

Shiro kept talking to Lance the whole way, watching him closely through the screen. Lance tried, quiznak knew he always tried, but he was barely coherent by the time they arrived. His energy seemed to be dropping drastically with every second that passed. Toward the end, Shiro resorted to yelling at him again, determined to keep Lance’s eyes open through his will alone, if he had to, though guilt pierced his heart at the frightened, overwhelmed look on Lance’s face as he was berated for reasons he didn’t have the wherewithal to understand.

When they got past this, when Lance was okay, Shiro might have some patch-up work to do. But it would be worth it, as long as they got through this. He couldn’t escape the loose, panicky feeling in his gut that if Lance closed his eyes, they might not open again.

“Lance!” He was screaming it now, spittle flying from his mouth. “Open your eyes. Open your eyes!”

But Lance was failing. He’d been failing for several minutes, while Blue sped toward the castle, while everyone else followed in her wake. Lance fought to force his eyelids open, just a tiny bit more, but they were falling, and he was falling, too, sliding down in his seat until he almost wasn’t visible on the feed anymore. “Sorry…boss…” His voice was faint and failing, too, and Shiro hated it, he hated it. “Gonna have to…tap out now…”

“Don’t you dare,” Shiro spat, so desperate and raging that he could barely speak. “Lance, are you listening? Don’t you dare.”

But Lance couldn’t hear him now, eyes shut, body limp, face washed out in the harsh light of Blue’s distress. Hunk was sobbing on the line, and Shiro couldn’t even hear Keith and Pidge, if they were speaking at all. His heart felt like it was trying to pound its way out of his chest.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:  Hunk likes birthdays, except his own. It's just...too much. Too awkward. Lance wants to give him presents, anyway. Words:  4620 Notes: Happy birthday to the special boy! It's still January 13 here, just barely. I wanted to write something short but I wrote something long instead. This is normal now. I listened to the Moana soundtrack on loop while I wrote this. To me it speaks of sunlight and water and home and family and magic, and that is Hunk and Lance to me. This fic happens at some point in the Boom Crash series, but it stands alone just fine.

Excerpt:

But Lance gave him a little smile, then dug in the pocket of his jacket and dug something out. "Happy birthday." He held out his hand, and Hunk responded with his own on reflex, holding his hand cupped beneath Lance's.

Lance dropped the object he was holding, and it landed in Hunk's palm, soft and light. Hunk lifted it to his face, then smiled. "A friendship bracelet?"

Lance shrugged, though he was smiling, small and pleased. "Figured you were due for a new one."

"Yeah." The last one Lance had made for him had broken off his ankle when he fell out of Blue and rolled through the dust into that mine to find his lion. So technically that should mean that Hunk's wish should have come true, but he wasn't sure if Earth magic worked in space. And he couldn't even remember what the wish had been. Probably something about making it through the year at Galaxy Garrison.

Lance had made this one in space, so it was space magic now. Where did he even find embroidery floss? The bracelet was a thick chevron pattern, blue and green and tangerine orange, with bright yellow repeating between each of the other colors. Hunk's grin broadened. He loved it to death.