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Bruises fade yellow
For day 3 of @vldtenyearanniversaryfest, on the theme “Yellow Lion”.
The Yellow Lion has a mighty heart. Hunk, not so much. Or so he thinks.
Voltron | Gen | Hunk & Yellow | rated: G | Chapters 1/1 | 2k
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85243416
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Scene from this fic by @sunshine-hime on Ao3.
A Paladin in the Fire Nation
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9
Rating: PG
Series: Voltron Legendary Defender/Avatar the Last Airbender
Summary: After the fight with Zarkon, Shiro accidentally gets tossed into another reality where humans have the ability to bend the elements. His best shot at returning home is with someone called the Avatar, while he waits he might as well take on the job of being the Firelord’s bodyguard.
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Aang was quiet as the group explained the current situation to him and Suki. He had a feeling something was very wrong from the letters Zuko sent him, but assassins attacking him? That was bad. He wished he had been able to come help sooner.
However, when Shiro explained where he came from Aang’s worries were put aside as excitement took over.
“YOU’RE FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE?!” Aang cried as he jumped up and almost knocked over his cup of tea. “That’s amazing! What’s it like there?! How-”
“Lower volume, Tickletoes,” Toph said as she covered her ears. “My ears are going to be ringing all day if you keep that up.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 10 is here! I hope you enjoy!
Rating: Teen and up
Fandom: Voltron
Fic Summary: His mother, with her lovely lilac wings, had been in love with the sky. She loved the stars so much that when she left, Keith knew that she had disappeared to dance among them.
His father had been in love with flight. The wind whipping against his cheeks. The speed. The adrenaline. He left before Keith was ready to be alone.
Keith was in love with both. The sky. Flight. But he could never have either. (Or, the Wingfic where, for once, Lance isn’t the wingless one)
TW for this chapter: Brief mentions of blood and injury
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Despite Keith’s hopes, however, there was little change the following morning.
When he arrived in the kitchen for the pre-mission meal that had become mandatory after a time when Pidge had forgotten breakfast and fainted during diplomatic talks, Hunk had hardly glanced his way. Though not entirely uncommon—there were days where the Yellow Paladin was slower to smiles as a result of fatigue, or homesickness, or lingering ailment—Hunk’s lack of attention towards him was unusual. Even when he was sick, he typically still offered a small nod in greeting to anyone who walked through the door or a gentle enjoy when he passed them their plate.
Today, though, he handed Keith his breakfast without meeting his eyes, drawing his hand away from the plate the moment Keith touched it—quickly, as though he’d been burned...
Whumpmas in July: Day 3
@whumpmasinjuly
Sleep
Read on AO3 My house, my rules, my ko-fi
“Hey. Hey, Keith, stay with me. Stay awake, man.”
Keith groaned in response to the voice in front of him and the hands slapping at his cheeks - not hard enough to hurt, but enough to be annoying.
“Come on, dude, keep your eyes open! Please, hey, look at me!”
A blast sounded from somewhere nearby - or, maybe far away? It was hard to tell - partly drowning out the voice, but it kept rambling at him. Reluctantly, Keith pried his eyes open. The world swam in front of him, blue and white blocking most of his view. It took him a long moment to puzzle out that this was Lance in his armor. Of course. If anyone were going to be annoying him and keeping him from sleep, it would be Lance.
And good God, he wanted to sleep. Keeping his eyes open felt like such a monumental task, even as Lance kept babbling and more blasts rang in his ears. Something lit up the world in his field of vision in time with the blasts, too blurry to make much sense of. Fireworks, maybe. What were they doing at a fireworks show?
“Keith, you awake? You with me? Come on, hang in there, Shiro’s on his way, just stay awake until he can get here and we can get you into Black.”
Shiro… and Black… that’s right. They were out with the Lions. Which meant they were in battle. How had he forgotten that? They had been in the middle of a summit meeting on Ciuruta when the raid had started right there in the building, the paladins had all taken up arms to help. They’d split up, Allura had ordered Keith and Lance to guard the northern entryway and - and then there’d been a blast.
That part was fuzzy. It was all fuzzy. Maybe if Keith could sleep on it a bit, it would all make sense again in the morning.
But Lance didn’t seem ready to let that happen, since the hand kept patting sharply against his cheek. “Hey, hey, Keith! Don’t you fall asleep on me, got it?! Keep your eyes on me, okay? Watch me, don’t close your eyes, just watch me.”
Keith wanted to shoot back a grumpy retort, something about how Lance’s face wasn’t very good motivation to keep his eyes open, Lance wasn’t exactly his type - well, no one was his type, but whatever - but speaking felt like it would take way too much effort right now. He was just too exhausted. And his head hurt, a dull, throbbing hurt that sharpened with every distant blast.
“Keith, wake up!”
His eyes had slipped closed. He hadn’t even noticed. Slowly, he strained them open again. Something sticky, he realized, made it hard to do for the left eye. He wanted to check what it was, but gave up after lifting his hand a single inch. It was too hard. Besides, he wouldn’t be able to feel his face anyway, not with his helmet in the way.
… Wait, then how was Lance slapping his face?
With a groan of effort, he opened his eyes as wide as he could and let them rove around and sweep down until they caught the red and white that he was looking for. There it was. His helmet, lying on the floor next to Lance. It wasn’t as round as it was supposed to be, he was pretty sure. And the huge crack on its side wasn’t a good sign either.
Okay. His helmet had broken somehow. And his head hurt. That explained it. He’d been hit by something, in the head. Mystery solved.
Satisfied with his investigative prowess, he let his eyes fall shut again. The blasting was growing quieter. Maybe they were keeping it down in order to let him sleep.
That was nice of them. He could use some sleep.
“Keith! Shit, Keith, you gotta stay awake!”
But he was so tired…
Another slap against his cheek. “Keith! Keith, hey, eyes open, remember?”
He remembered. And he would open his eyes again, definitely, once he was a little less tired.
Just a little sleep, that’s all he needed. Sounds were fading, his body was relaxing, it was so obvious that his body was desperate for sleep. His head even hurt less when he wasn’t trying to stay awake.
“Hey! Hey, hey, Keith! Wake up!”
Later. He’d wake up later.
For now, he just needed sleep.
Just a little sleep.
Just a little…
“Keith, stay with me! Fuck, Keith, you can’t sl-
“Wake up! Keith, please! Keith!
“Keith?...”
what do you head canon as the origins for the blade of marmora ? like all of the lore n stuff. im curious to know your thoughts on all of this :)
In s7 with Macidus, Krolia has some very interesting lines circling around safe houses and old secret communication codes that make me think she and Kolivan are founding members or, at most, second generation leadership. I tend towards them being og because with Keith taking over after them it ties in thematically with other leadership transitions in the show.
In s2, there’s a line from Ulaz while introducing the Blade of Marmora about how their members are Galra who became disillusioned with the empire. Meaning they were at some point on board with Zarkon and his expansion.. probably before the casual, regular decimation of planets- something we know Zarkon started doing early on based on Lotor’s story about colonizing a planet in the name of the Galra Empire.
And in s3 during Lotor’s introduction scene Throk says, “We’ve fought be Zarkon’s side forever, and now we are passed over by this exiled brat.” So 1. Lotor, who is approx. 10,000 years old, is relatively young compared to Throk and most high ranking officers and 2. said officers have been doing Zarkon’s work for a long,, long time.. since before Lotor.. since before the rift. Hell, when Honerva jumps realities + back in time to young!Lotor and Zarkon, we see a version of Sendak that supports this. I.e. many of the key Galra we encounter are old, older than this war. And served under Zarkon at some point.
These are the main points that lead me to believe the Blade of Marmora is not that old relative to the Galra Empire or even Zarkon’s reign.
Furthermore, it is interesting that one of the first planets conquered by the Galra Empire, Planet Feyiv, home to the Kral Zera, is shown as kept intact (read: not decimated) and sparse of intelligent life-forms. It reminds me of sayings like “Rome wasn’t built in a day” and “Evil isn’t born, it’s made.”
There’s hints across canon and specifically within Coran’s story about the paladins of old that leads me to believe both Alteans and the Galra were spreading their culture before the destruction of Daibazaal, but after Alfor tried to destroy the rift, the Galra had to be more earnest in their conquest because they needed a new home.
So what’s likely is that as the Galra Empire rose from the ashes and grew beyond expectations and various acceptable limits, blade!Galra hit epiphany moments where they realized how unsustainable Zarkon’s methods/actions were, gained perspective, and felt a call to action to correct things.
And it’s unlikely these epiphanies happened at the same time. What are the chances scores of Galra just woke up one day and said “this must stop” and all set out to find each other?
So for headcanons, I see the Blade of Marmora as having formed quite organically and informally before finally accumulating enough members and independence to pull together in person and establish protocols, bases, chain of command, bitchin’ uniforms, etc.
Going more into personal headcanons:
We all love our Voltron family, and sometimes we wish they had more opportunity to show that love to each other. That is, friend and family love. In a fandom full of romance and ships, these beautiful platonic relationships all too often end up lost in the crowd.
It is for that reason that we bring to you Gentron Week! For seven eight days, we’ll be celebrating everybody’s favorite space dorks with solely platonic fics and art! This event is dedicated to friendship, family, teammates, rivals, and any other platonic relationship you can fathom!
The event will run from August 3rd to August 10th, 2020, and each day will feature two optional prompts for writers and artists to work with:
August 3rd: Cuddle Pile | Literal Sleeping Together
August 4th: Wings AU | Adopting a Pet Together
August 5th: Telepathic Bond | Crying in Front of the Other
August 6th: Meeting the Family | Cultural Exchange
August 7th: Fairy Tales/Fantasy | Protecting the Other’s Honor
August 8th: Taking the Hit for the Other | Injury Aftercare
August 9th: Beach Day | Road Trip
August 10th: FREE DAY
We are super excited for chance to spread some platonic love throughout the Voltron fandom, and we hope you are too! We cannot wait to see what this community can create!
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» Just two cuties, hugging and smiling~
(They are so soft here that no matter how many times I watch this scene, it warms my heart each time ♡)
