or to secure an alliance, Keith ended up alternating between being a girl and a boy for some time. It was a change of perspective for a certain someone. (Why does it take seeing girl Keith for Lance to see just how beautiful Keith himself is?)
additionally: my excuse to write Lance realising he’s down bad for Keith.
(here)
Just don't stare, and just act like everything is normal.
Lance mustered up his most normal ‘I am totally not thinking of sweeping Keith off his feet just because he's a girl now’ face before he spoke as casually as possible.
(His breath may have caught a little in his throat when he made eye contact with Keith, but it didn't happen as long as he didn't acknowledge it.)
“So. Do you prefer to go by he/him or she/her now? Oh, but maybe you would prefer to go by my/mine?”
…
Not a muscle on Keith's face twitched.
What the cheese.
“What the fu-?” Keith had started to say, only to be cut off by Pidge deadpanning something along the lines of ‘that was painful to watch’ while Hunk defended Lance's honour with a sheepish ‘that's not his best line really’.
or to secure an alliance, Keith ended up alternating between being a girl and a boy for some time. It was a change of perspective for a certain someone. (Why does it take seeing girl Keith for Lance to see just how beautiful Keith himself is?)
additionally: my excuse to write Lance realising he’s down bad for Keith.
The Memories We Shared (Now Hurt More Than Ever) [9]
So, it turns out that I remember that this fic exists! Crazy, right? This is dedicated to @otterobsession. I’m sorry it’s out a million times later than I promised it would be. But hey, at least I did update, right?
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Keith had been awake for hours, but it didn't feel like it. There was still that dreamy sort of sleepiness wrapped around him, making the world seem hazy and beautiful. He'd slept better than he'd slept in a long time, the euphoria that came with kissing Lance bleeding into his dreams and allowing the moment to last even longer. But his dreams could never accurately capture just how soft Lance's lips were, or the warmth of his chest through his rain soaked shirt. His dreams were great, amazing, indescribable, but the only way to truly capture the feeling was to kiss Lance again.
And again.
And again.
Keith bit his lip, pulling his covers over his head. He was alone in his room but somehow he still felt exposed. He traced a thumb over hip lips, sinking back into the feeling of kissing Lance and thinking about how excited he was to kiss him again. Because he was excited. In fact, it felt to him like it'd be the only thing he'd be able to think about for awhile.
Finally a knock on the door startled him out from under the covers and he could immediately feel the flush flooding his cheeks at the idea of being caught fantasizing about Lance, even though he knew that they couldn't see him daydreaming.
“Are you still sleeping?” Shiro's voice floated through the door.
“No, I'm—” Keith cleared his throat, burying his face back into his covers. “awake,” he finished lamely.
That seemed to be all the permission Shiro needed and suddenly he was opening the door. “Well then get your lazy ass up, we're making breakfast.”
“I'll be there in a minute.” Keith's response was muffled through the comforter but it was enough for Shiro who retreated to the kitchen, leaving the door wide open.
With a huff, Keith got out of bed, clicking the door shut for a moment. He wasn’t about to change out of his pajamas, so he didn’t really need to stay in his room, but he did need a moment to get his blush under control and to lock the images and fantasies of kissing Lance to the back of his mind. He was going to tell Shiro and Adam— he’d dated Lance for two years, apparently, so they must know everything about him and their relationship. He was sure they would take it well, really. But somehow, deep inside, he felt like a schoolgirl who had her first crush and it made him want to groan at himself.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)
Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Keith's Wolf (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Background & Cameo Characters
Additional Tags: AU, alternative universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mild Blood, Guns, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Pining Keith (Voltron), Pining Lance (Voltron), Mutual Pining, slowburn, Bickering, Reluctant Partners, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, two dumbasses falling love
Summary:
Lance can't stand Keith. Yet, he seems to run across him constantly.
Keith isn't extremely fond of Lance either, so it is no surprise that neither of them is exactly grateful when they're teamed up against their will to investigate a series of mysterious murders and disappearances. Together they are roped into a conspiracy that leads them back, deep into the history of their city.
I can’t believe that in all the Voltron Fanfiction I’ve read, the most unrealistic thing I’ve read (and I’ve read it a lot actually) is that Lance’s room is super messy.... ?? Ummm?.??
This is his room, I only see his bed and the stuff necessary for him to play the game. There’s no clothes lying around or anything.
His room always looks pretty clean. I think we all know who has the actually messy room.
Keith pulls the pumpkin impossibly closer to him, practically cradling the thing in his lap. His back is pressed to the cupboards behind him, a series of knives and napkins scattered at his sides. He looks focused— impossibly focused, like there could never be a more important thing for him to pour his energy into.
Lance pauses from carving his own pumpkin to just observe Keith, not even trying to hide the smile on his lips. They’d already carved pumpkins once this year, with Lance’s entire family, but Keith had insisted that they needed to do it again. Lance had obliged— partially because he always obliged Keith and partially because they had left their pumpkins with his family and he wanted some on their front porch, too.
“Alright over there?” Lance laughed when Keith adjusted, pressing the pumpkin firmly to his chest as he did so. Keith snapped his eyes up to Lance at the sound of his voice. “You know I’m not going to steal your design, right? Like, you won’t die if I catch a glimpse of it.”
“You can’t be completely sure of that,” Keith retorted, glancing down to ensure that no part of his design was visible. “And are you really willing to risk my life like that?”
“It’d be a great scientific discovery,” Lance teases, picking up his own knife and turning back to his own pumpkin. He continues, dropping his voice as if he’s mimicking a headline, “Local man dies because boyfriend looked at his pumpkin before he was ready to show it off.” Lance laughs at himself. “The scientific community would have a field day with it!”
“Oh, I see what’s important to you.” Keith glowers, but it’s clearly good natured.
With his most convincing pout— which, admittedly, isn’t anything close to convincing— Lance replies, “It’s all in the interest of science, babe! Don’t you care about science?”
Keith picks a few pumpkin seeds out of the bowl that resides between the two of them and flicks them over towards Lance who squawks and tries, unsuccessfully, to duck. “Will you stop distracting me? I have a masterpiece to finish!”
“A masterpiece?” Lance echoes as he pulls the pumpkin seeds off of his shirt.
“A masterpiece,” Keith confirms, turning his attention back to his pumpkin.
With a sigh—one that is somewhere between exasperated and endeared— Lance returns to his own pumpkin. They finish carving in peace, only the music that is playing from Keith’s phone and their quiet curses when they mess up their patterns filling the air in the kitchen. Lance’s legs are starting to cramp underneath him, but he’s so close to finishing his design that he’s determined to get it done before moving.
And that’s how the next few minutes pass— in a comfortable silence that makes Lance feel somehow, impossibly closer to Keith.
“Done!” Keith exclaims suddenly, stretching his legs out beneath him.
“Show me,” Lance replies.
But Keith shakes his head, a smile on his lips. “Go put yours outside and then I’ll bring mine out.”
“Oh my god,” Lance rolls his head back on his neck melodramatically, “This better be the best pumpkin I’ve ever seen with the fuss you’re making!”
There’s a strange look on Keith’s face— his smile isn’t quite straight and his eyebrows are pinched a little too close together— as he replies, “It will be.”
So, Lance does as he’s told. He stands from his spot, taking a moment to finally, finally, finally stretch his legs before grabbing the two candles off the counter. He drops one into Keith’s outstretched hand and deposits the other into his pumpkin before finally hauling it outside and setting it on their front porch. He takes a step back to admire his handiwork and wait for Keith.
Sure enough, a moment later, Keith comes trailing out onto the front porch and he looks stiff. “Turn around,” he says and Lance does, but he rolls his eyes first.
Lance hears Keith set his pumpkin down, hears him fiddling with the lighter to try and get the candles lit. And then, suddenly, Keith is standing in front of him.
“Can I look now?” Lance tries to sound wildly impatient but it comes off as anxious. And he is anxious. Anxious to see why Keith is making a big fuss, to find out why he’s biting at the corner of his lip like he’s terrified Lance won’t like it.
Keith nods and Lance spins around, all these questions still at the forefront of his mind. The moment his eyes land on Keith’s pumpkin though, he understands. Because there, in front of him, carved perfectly into the pumpkin in a way that somehow manages to look exactly like Keith’s handwriting, despite the medium, are the words ‘Marry Me?’
Heart in his throat, Lance turns back around to where Keith has just been, only to find him crouched down onto one knee in front of him, corner of his lip still between his teeth and ring box open in his hand. And suddenly, every moment Lance has ever experienced, ever romantic encounter, pales in comparison to what is happening in front of him.
The absolute love of his life, his other half, the cool, aloof, soft-on-the-inside Keith Kogane is on one knee in front of him and looking at him like he, personally, is responsible for every glorious star in the sky.
“Lance,” Keith begins and it’s immediately clear to Lance that Keith is choked up, “I love you more than anything else in this world— in this universe. Our love is written in the stars—“
“—on the pumpkin,” Lance interjects because otherwise he’s going to cry. Happy tears, but tears nonetheless. “Our love is written on the pumpkin. That one, right there.” He hooks a thumb over his shoulder to indicate exactly what he’s talking about.
Keith laughs, still down on one knee and Lance can visibly see the tension dissipate from his shoulders. Keith shakes his head, a small but wildly fond gesture and Lance knows that he’s going to cry no matter what.
“Lance, our love was written on the pumpkin.” Keith resumes, amusement in his voice. “And there has never been a part of me that doubted this love. So please, please do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me? Marry me, Lance, please.”
“Yes,” Lance breathes, and his eyes are wet. “Yes,” he repeats, as if it isn’t obvious in the shaking of his hands. And if he’d ever say anything else. As if his entire heart, his complete soul, hadn’t belonged to Keith from the moment they met. “Yes, yes, yes!”
And yeah, his eyes are distinctly wet. But his lips are suddenly warm with the press of Keith’s own lips. And his heart is full, so full, it’s overflowing, bursting at the seams. He’s never been happier. He’ll never be happier. Except, of course, when he’s standing at the altar, claiming Keith as his. Except the first fine he gets to call Keith his husband. He’ll be happier, then.
But for now, he’s content to just kiss Keith. To pull him closer and tangle his fingers in Keith’s hair. He’s content— more than content, thrilled, elated, off the charts happy— to watch Keith slide the gorgeous silver band onto his finger.
And when he finally gets to murmur, “I love you, fiancé.” He thinks that he won’t be happier in the future, because he truly can’t get any happier. But he knows, really, truly knows, to the core of his being, that he’ll always be at this level of happiness. Because he loves Keith and for some crazy reason, Keith loves him back.
Okay I have 3 things to say about this before you get to the chapter itself.
1. Thank you guys SO MUCH for all of the love, support and comments. I live for them. Truly. Please continue to reach out to me, tell me the things you want changed, tell me what you liked, I want to hear any and everything you guys want to tell me. Seriously.
2. I know this episode was the Lotor flashbacks. I promise they’re still coming because I also loved them a lot. I’ve just rearranged them in the storyline to make them fit better with the plot changes I’m making. So don’t fret!
3. I changed chapter 1 up a bit to set up for a few more things in the future and I made the sunset scene way softer. It doesn’t really impact this chapter that much, but the changes will show up in later chapters so I’d recommend giving it a reread. :)
And now, without further ado...
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The Atlas was laid out similarly to the garrison and weaving through the hallways made Lance feel like they hadn’t left Earth yet. Plus, the Atlas was made with the newest and most cutting edge Earth technology fused with Altean magic, so it moved so smoothly, they couldn’t even feel that they were flying. The other reason the Atlas reminded Lance of the garrison was because it was huge. Like, unreasonably huge. Like, it could probably house fifty Voltrons and still have room.
Lance made his way through the large ship with one destination in mind. He enjoyed the sound of life filling the Atlas as he went— the laughter, chatter and footsteps surrounded him, making him feel more at ease. He knew what they had to do would be hard and that there was absolutely no way to know how long this sort of peace would last. So, he vowed to appreciate it while he could. Plus, in a battle this dire, it was nice to know that he was surrounded and supported by so many people.
Finally, the door he was looking for came into view and he paused. He had barely slept the night before, his heart too jumbled to allow him much relaxation and the exhaustion was starting to wear on him. He had tossed and turned all night, replaying both his conversation with Keith and his conversation with Allura in his head. Their words had bounced around, echoing and distorting until it was too hard for him to set anything straight. He’d tried to count sheep after that, to count backwards from a million, to do anything that might help him fall asleep and stop overanalyzing. Nothing worked. He felt like his nerves were raw, like they were live wires just waiting to catch fire and burn him down to ash. Still, he raised his hand and knocked.
“Come in.” The doors slid open and Lance stepped inside.
“Hey,” He said after a moment.
Keith looked up, surprised. “Seeking me out two days in a row? You must not be feeling very well.” he jested.
“I would’ve done this last night but I didn’t think of it.” Lance replied, fishing into the jacket of his blue garrison uniform. The truth was simple: he hadn’t planned to seek Keith out yesterday. Not even after Hunk had been going on and on about Lance needing to talk to both Keith and Allura. But suddenly, when he’d been feeling discouraged and uncertain, the only thing he’d wanted was to see Keith. So he’d sought him out, spur of the moment, with no real plan in mind. Keith watched him, his own uniform unbuttoned and hanging open in the front. After a moment, Lance pulled Keith’s fingerless gloves out of his pocket and extended his arm, offering them to Keith. “I wanted to give these back to you. I managed to save them before we lost the castle.”
“Lance…” Keith took the gloves from his hands, glancing up to meet his eyes and Lance tried not to flush. He’d only had a few moments to grab things before they’d abandoned the castle and the gloves were the only thing he could think to grab. He didn’t even grab any of his own things. He couldn’t be sure why, exactly, the gloves had been the only thing to jump to his mind in that moment. He hadn’t even paused to think about what he’d been doing, he’d just raced through the hallways to Keith’s room, tearing open drawers until he’d found them and tucked them away, barely making it to Red in time to escape. He didn’t regret it, though, because he knew that Keith would want them. And, if things somehow went wrong, they would be something for Lance to remember him by. “Thank you.”
Immediately, Keith slipped the gloves on, flexing his fingers once he did so. It struck Lance then, how different things were. Lance could remember little Keith back at the garrison wearing a uniform that was too big and carrying an attitude that preceded him. And suddenly here he was, the leader of Voltron, in his custom fit red garrison uniform with a scar adorning his cheek. It was a stark difference and yet, underneath it all, Lance knew he was still the same person. He was a more refined version of himself, but he was still the Keith Lance had known for so, so many years.
The smile that ghosted across Keith’s lips was enough to make it all worth it. Lance may never see his favorite jacket again, but he’d always have this moment to come back to and replay in his head. He’d always be able to remember the way Keith’s eyes lit up as he inspected his gloves again. It made everything feel momentarily right, because the Keith that Lance pictured in his mind was Keith with his stupid mullet, fingerless gloves and paladin armor. And now, miraculously, he was able to be that Keith again. The gap that had grown between them with Keith’s absence seemed to shrink in that moment, making Lance feel connected to him in a way he hadn’t been able to manage since Keith returned.
“Yeah, so, that’s all I wanted to do…” Lance said awkwardly, shuffling his feet on the ground. He felt a mixture of emotions swirling around inside his stomach, annoyed at the fact that it had become normal for him to feel this way. Part of him felt silly for saving Keith’s gloves when he didn’t save anything of his own but he knew, if given the chance, he’d grab them again, every time. After a brief pause he turned and headed back towards the door.
“Hey, how’d your date go?” Keith asked a moment before Lance reached the button to open the doors.
“I told you, it wasn’t a date.” Lance let out a sad sigh, the weight of it settling on his shoulders again, making him feel like he was going to collapse. It was exhausting to feel so many things and he wished briefly that he could stop being so confused and just focus on one thing at a time. Maybe then he’d sleep at night or not spend every second with his mind in constant overdrive, analyzing everything that happened around him. “It’s not ever going to be a date. We’re never going to be a thing.”
“Hey, Lance, don’t say that.” Keith took a tentative step forward, a hand extending into the distance between him and Lance but never making contact. Lance sucked in a breath at the tone of his voice and the way he was clearly trying so hard to be a good friend. “You don’t know that. You absolutely could be.”
“No,” Lance let his head drop forward, his eyes staring at the tiled ground, unfocused. “I’m not going to let us be a thing. She deserves better.”
“Better?” Keith echoed, sounding incredulous. “Better than you?”
“You weren’t there, Keith. You didn’t see her with Lotor. That’s what she deserves.”
“Lotor is gone,” Keith remarked, his hand still hovering in that gap. Lance could sense him there and he wasn’t sure if he was glad that Keith was keeping his distance or if he wished Keith would just throw caution to the wind and commit to the contact.
There was something in the very depths of Lance that was yawning open, threatening to swallow him whole. It’d been there from the very beginning, always growing a little wider when he was around Keith. He didn’t have a name for it, didn’t want a name for it, but it was constantly there. He had initially thought that it only got worse when he spent time with Keith. But then, Keith had left for the Blades of Marmora and the feeling had overwhelmed Lance making him feel emptier and more alone than he could ever remember feeling. The deepest parts of Lance’s soul always reacted to Keith and the stronger the reactions got, the more Lance began to wonder. He could feel it now, slithering up and around his heart, making it ache. His heart beat erratically against it, straining as if it were trying to burst out his chest entirely. He wondered where it would go. Maybe it would make a home in Keith’s chest, beating alongside his heart, Lance thought fleetingly.
“Still, he brought out a side of her we’d never seen. He understood her in a way I never could. She deserves that, Keith.” Lance tried to push the sadness out of his own voice, but he could feel it seeping through anyways. It was strange to feel the ache that came with this loss, since he had begun to move on. He wasn’t sure if he was mourning the loss of Allura or the loss of what he had built them up to be in his head. The further he got from the situation, the more he began to realize that they weren’t the same thing— their real relationship and his mental relationship with her had very little in common when he got down to the truth of it.
Suddenly Keith was there, next to Lance, looking over at his expression. The hand that had been hovering finally committed, resting on Lance’s shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze. It was warm through the fabric of Lance’s garrison uniform and Keith’s gloves. Lance liked it. “So do you, Lance.”
“Can we just… can we not talk about this?” Lance felt like his chest had cracked open and the emotions were slowly leaking out of him. He wanted to reach up and press his hand to his chest and hold himself together but he knew that urge was ridiculous. There wasn’t anything actually wrong with him, no matter how it felt. Still, the urge wouldn’t leave and he had to clench his fists against it.
The way Keith was looking at Lance was so soft it was physically painful for Lance. Suddenly Lance was reminded of the night before and the way Keith had looked, fading into the sunset. “If someone makes you feel like you aren’t good enough, Lance, they aren’t the right person for you.”
“Or they’re right and I’m not good enough.”
“I trust you with my life, Lance.” Keith’s voice was so sincere, Lance didn’t know what to do. He finally glanced up from the floor to meet Keith’s gaze head on and immediately was frozen in place. “I know that you’ll never miss. You’ll always have my back. I know that I can count on you for anything. Not good enough? That’s the least true thing I’ve ever heard.”
The two of them maintained eye contact for what felt like centuries. Lance considered reaching for Keith, grabbing him by the ends of that open garrison uniform and tugging him into a hug. He thought about how it would feel to hug Keith— how satisfying it would be because he’d wanted to hug him for years. But something in the back of Lance’s mind was going off like an alarm, insisting that Keith had to be the one to initiate their hug, if they ever hugged at all. So he refrained, settling to just enjoy the way Keith’s handprint was burning into his skin, leaving a feeling that Lance knew would linger for hours.
“Saying such kind things to me two days in a row?” Lance playfully mocked his words from earlier, trying to lighten the mood and change the topic. “You must be the one who is sick.”
That startled a smile out of Keith who shoved him by the shoulder he’d previously been holding. “I’ve just seen you go through a lot, okay? And you’ve grown a lot in the years I’ve known you. You’re less of the annoying Earth Lance and more of the Paladin Lance who knows his worth and what he has to offer. I just don’t want you to forget that.”
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Keith was the last to arrive to the hangar. The rest of the team was in their gear, standing around their respective lions, getting ready to go. Keith walked in, donned in his own paladin armor, red helmet tucked under his arm. It wasn’t a complicated mission— it wasn’t even supposed to be dangerous— but it was still the first mission of the final battle and that felt like a weight he had to bear. Over the years, he’d gotten better and understanding that being the leader didn’t mean the burden was his and his alone. He’d begun to recognize that the others could handle anything and everything thrown at them and that he was allowed to lean on them from time to time. Still, as the leader, he felt like he should have at least slightly more responsibility than the others and he put extra pressure on himself.
“Everyone ready?” He asked as he approached the team.
Everyone turned to look at him and he was struck for a moment by the way they had all grown. It was incredible to think that this was the start of their final battle and that, once this was all over, they’d finally get to live the lives they’d always imagined for themselves. He’d watched them go from a bunch of misfits who had banded together out of necessity to a team who worked together flawlessly, protecting each other and enhancing each other. He’d gone from an outcast, to a teammate to a leader and he knew, with unwavering certainty, that these people would do anything for him, just like he’d do anything for them. A feeling of pride swelled in him and, despite the risks that lay ahead, he felt optimistic. Together, they could overcome anything.
“At your command, team leader.” Lance was leaning back against Red, his helmet on the ground next to him and arms crossed over his chest, a casual smile on his lips. Keith tried not to think about their moment earlier, or their moment the night before— why were they having so many moments all of a sudden? — and instead glanced around at the rest of the team, meeting everyone’s eyes.
“Alright guys, we’re going in before the Atlas and clearing a path if necessary. Remember, this is a diplomatic mission, not a battle. So be careful. Understood?”
The team sounded off in response to him, each expressing their understanding. With that, he gave them a nod and everyone scattered, climbing into their lions. Keith climbed into Black, walking into the cockpit for what felt like the millionth time. He could feel the familiar hum of Black in the back of his mind, the comfort of him curling around Keith, connecting with him. As he took a seat in his pilot’s chair, he felt like Black was just an extension of his own body. Reaching for the controls came naturally and Black roared to life around him, hopping to his feet immediately.
Through the windows Keith could see the other lions come to life, each standing tall and proud, prepared for what was to come. He could faintly make out each of the paladins from within their lion and that feeling of pride overwhelmed him again as he waited for the doors to Atlas to open. He could see the rest of the crew scrambling on the ground, trying to rush out of the room so the doors could be opened. Once the last member exited, the Atlas opened, revealing the dark expanse of space.
Keith was the first to move, throwing his controls forwards. Black sprinted forward, diving elegantly out into space and taking off towards their destination. It was only a moment before he could see the other lions flanking him, holding a tight formation. Atlas pulls up the rear, raising its shields as the base came into view. He didn’t have to look to know where everyone was as they moved, his connection to his lion and his team made it so that he could feel them as they got closer to their destination. Each paladin and Lion had a special spot inside Keith, humming in a way that made him feel like they, too, were extensions of him. As if, without them, he couldn’t quite be complete. It made him feel like a part of something bigger— like he’d finally found a place to call home.
Once they were within range, Keith opened up a communication channel with the base. “This is the Voltron Coalition,” He announced, the next words poised on his tongue. “We—”
Before he had a chance to say anything further, the base began to attack. Lasers were suddenly shooting at them from every angle and they were forced to break formation in an attempt to stay safe. Keith dove down, spinning around to get a quick visual on the rest of his team. He could feel them scattering around him, doing their best to avoid a hit, but he still wanted to see him. A visual gave him the most comfort. Atlas, with its shields up, was still moving forward, taking direct hits. Lance had weaved around and pulled back up to Keith’s side, Allura was high above, Pidge was diving towards the planet and Hunk was floating along in the middle. Certain that everyone was alright, Keith turned his attention back to the battle at hand, only to see an entire fleet of fighters rising off of the planet and heading straight towards them.
“Paladins, you take the fighters. We’re locked on to the ground cannons.” Shiro’s voice crackled through the coms.
“Roger,” Keith replied before addressing his team. “You heard him, guys. We’ve got the fighters. Remember, we want no casualties. Disable them, don’t destroy them.”
The team sprung into action, the lions fanning out to divert the fighters away from the base so Atlas had a clear shot. Keith scanned the scenery as he swerved, trying to think of a good plan. The base was nestled in an outcropping of rocks— one that was full of plenty of caves. With an idea, Keith dove towards the planet, guiding Black easily into one of the caves. A series of fighters dove down after him, shooting the entire time. He bobbed and weaved, waiting until they were all successfully in the cave before acting. The lasers bounced around him, hitting the rock and causing it to come crumbling down. Black shook occasionally, sometimes getting thrown to the side as Keith was unable to dodge in such a tight space. Finally he was far enough in to be certain that all of the fighters that had followed him were also immersed in the caves. It was time.
With a quick flick of his wrists, Black’s tail rose, shooting its own lasers. The rocks crumbled behind Keith, tumbling to the ground and blocking the cave. Keith shoved the controls further forward, picking up speed until he was soaring out of the opposite end of the cave, free and clear. As he looked around, he could see Pidge’s vines wrapping up some of the ships, holding them stationary in space. He could see some ships on the ground with partially frozen wings. Lance was on the ground, too, the paws of red pinning down a few ships. Hunk was off in the distance, leading the fighters away and dodging all of their attacks, keeping Atlas free from attack.
“Paladins,” Shiro’s voice sounded again, “The MFE pilots are on their way, clearing a path for the rebel ships. Matt will be dropping down in T-15 ticks to take out the power to this base.”
“Roger.”
As if cued, the MFE pilots soared past Keith, the rebel ships close on their tails. The doors to the rebel ships were open and Keith caught a glimpse of Matt in his armor as they rushed by. Unable to waste time distracted, Keith surged forward again, bringing up the rear and distracting any ships that might have a clear shot at Matt and the others as they dove. The adrenaline was pumping through him and he almost jumped when a shot from the Atlas flew by him, connecting with the cannons on the ground and destroying them. He glanced around again, relieved to see that they had things mostly under control.
A few more ships appeared next to him suddenly and he swerved to the side, crashing into them with Black’s body and knocking them off course as Matt dove for the ground, the rest of his crew in tow. Keith could feel Lance take off from the ground suddenly, swooping up to knock away a fighter that had been closing in on Pidge. Through his coms he could hear the team hooting and hollering as they continued to disable the entirety of the fleet, leaving themselves free and clear.
It didn’t take long for them to conquer the Galra. In what felt like no time at all, they had no more ships from the fleet left to fight and Matt and his team were seconds away from knocking out all power to the base. An explosion sounded below and suddenly everything underneath them went dark. The paladins resumed their positions on Keith, falling back into a formation that came naturally to all of them now.
“Great work team,” Keith was saying into the coms, “Now we just need to—”
The end of his sentence was cut off by a large blast from somewhere in space. More blasts followed it immediately, rocking Atlas and nearly knocking the lions out of the air.
“Where are those blasts coming from?” Shiro sounded almost frantic as the defenses of the Atlas went back up again.
“I don’t know,” Pidge replied hastily, “I’m running a scan but I can’t detect anything.”
Allura suddenly raced to the front of the group, the sonar gun appearing on Blue’s back. “I’m on it!”
The rest of the team continued moving while Allura scanned, doing their best to withstand any hits. It only took a moment for the information to pass from Allura to Pidge who was then immediately back in the coms, “I’ve got it. There’s two cloaked satellites above. That’s what’s shooting at us.”
“Alright team, on me. It’s time to Form Voltron.” Keith took off, flying straight up and giving the rest of the team fall into place.
As soon as everyone was in line, Keith could feel it in his very being— the connection to the other paladins. It felt like a tugging, as if the world were pulling them together. Keith succumbed to the feeling, reaching out to the others and pulling them to him. He could feel the others give in one by one and suddenly, instead of feeling five distinct people, it felt like they were only one. Black took over, automatically shifting and transforming to allow the others to merge, forming the defender of the universe.
Once the transformation was complete, Keith glanced down at his console to where Pidge had transferred the map and outline of the satellites. They were further away than he’d like and shooting constantly, covering the Atlas in heavy fire. Plus the MFE pilots and the rebel ships were still out in the open and at risk. Keith knew immediately that they had to get to the satellites quickly and take them down.
As if Voltron were thinking the same thing, the bayard slot next to Keith opened. He could feel Voltron asking it of him, could feel the taut string connecting him to the one other person that he needed. Raising his hand, Keith called his bayard to him, at the same time yelling, “Lance!”
“On it!” Lance yelled in response.
Keith could feel Lance’s movements mirroring his own, could feel the moment Lance slammed his bayard into the slot and twisted. Immediately, the wings appeared on the back of Voltron and they took off, soaring quickly towards the satellites. At the last moment, Keith called out for the sword and the team and Voltron responded in kind, pulling the sword out in time to slice through the satellites with absolute ease.
—
The inside of the base looked similar to most of the other bases Keith had been to. In his time with the Blades of Marmora he'd done a lot of infiltration for information and was pretty familiar with the layouts of these facilities. Because of that, he led the team through the maze of hallways and to the control room with ease. Once they reached the control room and the doors slid open, the team let out a collective breath of surprise.
There, in the center of the room, was a Galra, staring at the team with as much malice as Keith had ever seen. “Look who it is.”
“Hey, pal!” Hunk waved to the guy as they entered the room. “Nice to see you again!”
Keith was struck, not for the first time, of just how kind Hunk really was. The Galra was clearly not excited to see them, but it didn't prevent Hunk from attempting to strike up a casual conversation.
“Do not talk to me as if we are friends,” The man spat.
Keith stepped forward then, feeling a spike of irritation at the man's tone. “You know this guy?”
“Yeah, this is Captain Lan.” Hunk glanced between Keith and the Galra.
Lan, affronted, took a step towards Hunk. “It's Warlord now.”
“Sorry, Warlord Lan. You don't know him because you were gone having a space road trip with your mom.” Hunk's words were not unkind. It didn't even seem like he thought about them before he said them, but they still cut Keith deep. Just yesterday Lance had mentioned something about Keith leaving and now Hunk was bringing it up, too? It appeared his absence had a greater effect than he thought. “I thought we became friends when we were working together to repair the shield that protected his planet. And, you know, saved all of his people from a Galra attack.”
“The Galra were only attacking because of Voltron!” Lan cried, shoving an accusing finger towards Hunk.
“Woah, now.” Lance stepped up to Hunk's side, fixing Lan with an irritated look, too. “The Galra were already attacking when we arrived. Without us, you wouldn't have made it.”
“Then we would have lost honorably.” Lan lifted his chin arrogantly and whatever shred of self control Keith had been holding onto snapped.
“Things don't have to be victory or death!” He cried, frustration lacing every syllable. “I get that it's the Galra way but—”
Lan cut him off swiftly. “What do you know of the Galra way?”
“My mother is a Galra of the Blades of Marmora. I have worked alongside them for months now to—”
“The Blades are a bunch of traitors.” Lan spat. “It's no wonder they took in a half breed like you.”
There was a flash of red in Keith's mind and he seriously considered decking Lan. Instead, he took a deep breath and turned away. He was a leader now; calm, composed and focused. He couldn't afford to rise to the taunts of his opponents like that and he wasn't going to let Lan know that he'd gotten under his skin. Even though he had. Deep under it.
“Now you listen here,” Lance was stepping towards Lan with a finger pressed firmly into his chest.
Keith never got to hear what Lance was going to say. An alarm sounded suddenly around them and the few other Galra who were inside the control room began tapping away furiously on their keyboards. Matt and team had restored the power once everyone else was safely inside and sure that it was no longer a hostile environment. It seemed like a good thing now as a distress signal flashed across the screen.
“That's…” Lan looked perplexed. “That's from one of our ships that went missing quintants ago. We assumed they were all dead.”
“Well it looks like they're alive and in need of help.” Pidge stepped up to the nearest control panel, tapping away at the screen.
The map she was working on rotated and zoomed as she pinpointed the location of the distress signal. Annoyed, Lan took an aggressive step towards Pidge, only to have Keith stop him by roughly grabbing his arm and yanking. He shot a furious look at Keith who didn't back down.
“My team can take care of our own fleet without you.” He retorted, ripping his arm harshly from Keith's grasp.
Keith was about to reach for him again when Shiro stepped up, a calm expression matching his calm tone. “Warlord Lan, please. We've never done anything but try and help you. We want this war to be over just as badly as you do. If there's ever going to be a chance at peace, we need you to work with us and we need you to do it now. We want to help save them.”
“Got it!” Pidge cried suddenly and the map in front of her steadied. “It looks like they're a few galaxies over.”
“I know that area,” Keith stepped closer to the map, inspecting it. “There's another Galra base there. What was your fleet doing?”
Lan turned away, crossing his arms over his chest. “Pillaging,” he said after a moment.
“You're turning on your own people and have the nerve to—” Shiro held up a hand to silence Lance, who glanced over at Keith and shared a long, knowing, irritated look.
“Warlord Lan,” Shiro tried again and Keith wondered where he got his unfailing patience from. “Please. Let us help.”
“You can try all you want but my team would never welcome your help.”
“Lucky for us,” Keith stepped forward and gripped Lan by the forearm hard enough to ensure that he couldn't wriggle free. “You're coming with us so you can tell them to cooperate.”
“What? But—!”
“Pidge, upload the coordinates to the Lions. Shiro, you coming?” Keith had moved past attempting to be polite to Lan and instead ignored his protests entirely.
With a wry smile, Shiro shook his head. “It'll be hours before Atlas is ready to fly again. Plus, we need to make sure they have everything they need here.”
“Understood.” Keith started to head off towards the lions, the rest of his team falling in step behind him without hesitation.
“Will you guys be okay?” Shiro asked.
Keith looked at his team and then at Shiro. “Of course we will be. We have each other.”
—
The paladins were just finishing their preparations when Shiro approached. Keith had situated Lan inside Black and left Kosmo guarding, stepping back onto the ground and approaching Shiro.
“Ready to go?” Shiro asked.
Keith paused and glanced around at the rest of the team. “I think so.”
Seeing Keith lead the team brought Shiro so much pride and joy. He had loved being a paladin of Voltron, sure, but he also loved leading the Atlas. He loved being a part of the fight, making a difference and supporting those around him. Those were the things he really stood for and he didn't care what he piloted as long as he got to make that sort of impact. Plus, stepping aside allowed Keith to rise into the role of leader and it suited him well. He looked confident and more self assured that Shiro had ever seen him look.
“If anything goes wrong out there, send a signal and I'll be there as fast as I can be.” Shiro said once Keith had settled his attention back on him.
Keith raised an eyebrow. “You said Atlas wouldn't be ready to fly again for hours.”
“And Atlas won't be.” Shiro replied, “But Atlas has cruisers on it among other ships. If you need me, I'll be there. I know I'm not a part of Voltron anymore, but we're still on the same team.”
“Shiro,” Keith cut him off, but he had a faint smile ghosting his lips. “You're still the leader to me. I wouldn't dream of doing anything without including you or at least getting your approval. I promise, if we need you, we'll call.”
In response, Shiro gave a proper and genuine smile. He glanced over Keith's shoulder to watch the rest of the paladins take their seats in the pilot's chairs. It was nice, he thought, to still feel like a part of something, even when he was on the outside looking in.
“I know you'll do a great job, but make sure everyone comes back safely. Got it?”
Keith glanced back at the lions, too. “I'll do my best. But if a sacrifice is needed, I'm giving them Lance with no hesitation.”
Shiro laughed, shaking his head and backing away. He had known Keith and Lance since the very beginning of their rivalry and he'd watched it grow into familiarity, fondness, mutual respect and then friendship. Still, old habits die hard and the two of them rarely went a day without bickering about something.
After Shiro was far enough away, Keith climbed back up into Black and took off, diving elegantly into the night. Shiro would never forget what it was like to fly Black, to feel him curled up peacefully in the back of his mind. He'd never forget the way Black connected to him, responding to his commands before he even had a chance to give them. It had felt like power and belonging. But, as Matt came to grab Shiro, explaining what was needed of him and the impact of his task, Shiro couldn't bring himself to regret stepping aside. With one last look towards the empty hangar, he followed Matt to change lives, knowing he would sleep good tonight.
—
The ship was empty, eerily so. Lance had his blasters going as he floated alongside Hunk, the powerless ship dark and decrepit. As soon as they had arrived on the ship, Keith had split them up. He'd sent Pidge with Allura and Lan to review the security footage. Lance and Hunk had been assigned to search one half of the ship while Keith searched the other with Kosmo. The plan was to meet in the middle.
Lance wasn't sure if Keith had split him and Allura up out of strategy or respect for Lance's feelings but he found that he was glad either way. It had become kind of suffocating to be around her, as if he had to try and be as invisible as possible when she was near, fading into the background.
“So,” Hunk was looking at Lance as they traveled down one or the hallways, clearly following Lance's train of thought. “Did you talk to Allura?”
“You didn't give me much choice in the matter,” Lance grumbled in response.
Hunk smiled sheepishly but was clearly unapologetic. Lance rolled his eyes. “And how did it go? What did you say to her?”
Lance remembered the day he'd come to Hunk, heartbroken and forlorn. He'd expressed to Hunk his reservations and the sinking realization he was having that things between him and Allura wouldn't work. Hunk had been kind, of course, but honest, too. He'd gently agreed, stating that he had never thought Lance and Allura were a good pair. It stung to hear, but it helped Lance take the step forward that he needed. Still, he was going to allow himself time to mourn his loss because it hurt, deeply, whether or not it should.
“I told her that I was in love with her but that it wouldn't work and I knew that.” Hunk let out a low whistle at Lance's words, wincing as if he, too, were feeling the sharp stab of the words into his heart. “And she basically confirmed that it was never going to happen.”
A loud bang came from the end of the hallway the boys had just left. They spun around together, both shining their flashlights into the distance. No other sounds came and they could see no movement so, with adrenaline pumping through their veins and making them jumpy, they continued the way they had been going.
“Are you okay?” Hunk asked as they rounded the corner into a new hallway.
Lance hesitated, not because he didn't have an answer for Hunk but because he was surprised to be asked. Allura had asked him the same question the night before, tears in her eyes. Did it really seem impossible for him to move on from a heartbreak? Sure it hurt, but Lance was capable of bending without breaking. He knew there were more important things in the universe than romance; a huge intergalactic war, for example. People got over unrequited love all the time and Lance was about to be one of them. He loved love, sure, but he had other facets of his personality, other interests and talents to offer. No matter what happened with his heart, he would continue onward, refusing to let it rule his life.
“I'm fine,” Lance bristled, trying not to let Hunk see. He knew Hunk was just asking as a concerned best friend but it still stung a little. “I just need some time but nothing has to change between us.”
Hunk turned to Lance, hand poised to gesture as he spoke, but never got the words out. Something crashed into the back of Hunk's helmet and he gasped, turning to look. Whatever it was then smashed into the front of Hunk's helmet and Hunk cried out, reaching up and throwing it off of him. This only resulted in it crashing against Lance's helmet, smearing something across the visor and blocking his vision.
They both flailed, hands wiping vigorously over their helmets in a desperate attempt to get their vision back. Lance could feel his heart beating erratically in his chest and wondered if this was some sort of ambush.
“Oh,” Hunk said suddenly, “It's food goo.”
Lance froze, “Food goo? Seriously?”
In a less panicked state, he took the time to really wipe off his visor only to find that it was, in fact, just a plate of food goo that had attacked them. He felt beyond silly.
“Oh, but it's rotten!” Hunk cried, shaking his hand to dislodge the remnants of it. “Disgusting! Why does food goo keep betraying and attacking me?”
Before Lance could say anything back, static filled their ears. It was a moment later that the static was replaced with Pidge's voice. “Hey guys, we found something here. It looks like there's some sort of creature taking out the crew.”
“Creature? Like what?” Lance asked.
“Well,” The tone in Pidge's voice did not make Lance feel confident. “You'll know it when you see it. It's huge and incredibly fast.”
“Like how huge?” Hunk was asking when Lance came to a sudden halt, grabbing Hunk and yanking him back.
They loomed just outside of a doorway, barely able to see inside. But, despite the darkness, Lance was able to make out a clear shape moving around. It looked tall, taller than him, and big enough to put up a good fight. Hunk followed his line of sight, shrinking further away from the doorway when he caught sight of what Lance was looking it.
Both of them had lowered and turned off their flashlights and in a few extra moments, their eyes were adjusting to the dark. The longer they stayed in silence, the more Lance was able to see. Pidge, as it turned out, had been right. Lance knew that he was seeing the monster Pidge had mentioned, despite having no physical description to go off of.
“Pidge?” Lance whispered as quietly as he could into his headset, hoping beyond hope that the monster wouldn't hear him. “We found it.”
The silence that followed only lasted the length of a breath. Suddenly his headset was alive with static again before Pidge's voice boomed through, loud and clear. “What was that, Lance? I couldn't really hear you.”
The monster whipped around immediately and Lance and Hunk both froze. It paused to assess them briefly before lunging. Lance reached instinctively for his Bayard but it didn't even matter. By the time his fingers had even grazed the handle of it, the monster was already gone, having shoved him and Hunk to the side.
—
Keith couldn't quite make out the yells that were coming through his headset. Lance was a garbled mess, saying something about a monster and to be on the lookout. Pidge, from her own helmet, was trying to give a more detailed explanation of what was going on.
“Lance and Hunk saw this—” Pidge was attempting to elaborate but her words were getting lost in the static.
“Can only one person explain, please?” Keith asked calmly. “I can't understand either of you when you're both talking.”
Something clattered in the distance and it set Keith's nerves immediately on edge. From what he had gathered over the coms, Lance and Hunk had joined Pidge, Allura and Lan in the control room. He'd gathered something about security footage, the crew disappearing and a monster. It wasn't a lot to put together and their connection within the ship seemed to be sketchy as best, constantly cutting in and out, making it impossible to understand even when only one of them was talking.
There was another clanging in the distance and Keith extended his hand, calling his bayard into it. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he continued slowly down the hallway, eyes scanning the distance.
Before he had a chance to even register what was happening, he was suddenly being thrown back and pinned to the wall. True to Lance's words, a monster hovered over him, claws digging into the armor at his shoulders. Keith struggled, thrashing against the creature on top of him but it was bigger than him and certainly stronger. It sniffed at him, slowly breathing against his neck and he shivered.
A moment later he could feel Kosmo wedging his nose under his arm and then the tingly feeling filled him. It had been weird adjusting to the feeling of teleporting with Kosmo but now he was used to it. It felt like a sort of static settling under his skin, making his entire body feeling alive. One moment he was pinned to the wall, staring down the jaws of a monster that seemed to think he'd taste delicious and the next he was being steadied by Lance's hands in the control room of the ship, the rest of the team rushing over to him.
He reached out and stroked along Kosmo's head briefly, a thank you for saving his life. Kosmo bumped his nose into Keith affectionately in return.
“What just happened?” Allura asked, leaning over Lance's shoulder to inspect Keith. Lance's face matched Keith's uneasy feelings.
“I found the monster.” Keith replied, before turning to Lan. “And now I know what base you were pillaging. I know that monster.”
“You what?” The team turned collectively towards him, shock clear on all of their faces.
“Rannveig found that creature in the quantum abyss.” Keith started to explain, glancing at the screen behind Pidge to keep an eye out for it. “He did experimentation on it to see if he could get it to fight for him. It was a Galra-killing monster. The problem was that it couldn't tell the difference between friend and enemy. So they locked it up.”
Lance moved slightly, catching Keith's attention. He glanced back and they locked eyes. “If they locked it up, how did it get in here?”
“Krolia and I released it. Or, well, we gave them the ability to release it.” Keith answered.
“Did you… Did you know what it was?” Hunk asked, terrified.
“Krolia did.” Keith glanced away from his team again, feeling a weight settle on his shoulders. “It was the only way for us to get off that ship alive though.”
“Well,” It was Allura who jumped to Keith's defense, surprisingly. “We've all had to do things we regret to stay alive, that's the nature of war. I'm just glad you made it back to us because we need you.”
Surprised by her kind words, Keith turned to look at Allura. When she had found out his Galra heritage, things had gotten incredibly tense between them. But, to her credit, she had been able to open her mind and look past that. While his Galra heritage had been a shock to all of them, it had turned out to be for everyone's benefit. The realization that not all Galra are bad opened the door for them to forge a relationship with the Blades which had successfully turned the tide in the war. And that, along with the acceptance of Allura and everyone else, had led to Keith being able to accept that side of himself.
“Exactly. All that matters is that we make it out of here alive. So, what do we need to do?” Lance jumped in, encouraging as always.
If Keith had to describe Lance in one word, it would be unflinching. Everything that was thrown at him, he took in stride. He never lost hope or sight of the big picture and was incapable of being discouraged. He always dealt with the issue at hand, resolving it before addressing any lingering questions or feelings. Plus, he maintained a level head. This was why Keith considered Lance his impulse control. Although Keith trusted all of his team implicitly, Lance was the only one who could see to the very core of Keith's being and that's exactly why he had the ability to reign Keith back in.
“Well, it hunts Galra only. So we need to get out of here before it notices Lan. There's nothing else to do, it's too late for the rest of the crew.” Keith said and the team agreed.
Immediately, Pidge pulled up the map on the screen, quickly locating their quickest exit out. She downloaded the map to her gear and they were off. They moved quietly and slowly through the hallways, nobody talking or even breathing audibly. They had their flashlights running, pointing one in all directions to cover their backs.
“The closest and only way out, really, is the way we came in.” Pidge whispered quietly. Despite Pidge being just a few feet away from him, Keith could only faintly hear her voice through the helmet.
The rest of the team was in front of Keith. He pulled up the rear with Lan directly in front of him and Kosmo at his side. Slowly, they entered a large room; so large Keith could barely see the door on the other side. The group paused, shining their flashlights around and clearing the room before entering. Once it was considered safe, they traveled out into the open, still in a large group.
Keith's nerves were on edge and he couldn't bring himself to release his grip on his bayard. They moved across the room with relative ease, and were just approaching the door when Keith heard the breathing over his shoulder. He remembered someone saying something about the monster being fast when they had been talking over each other previously.
“Run!” He yelled as loud as he could, ignoring the way it startled his team and whipping around with his sword out.
Sure enough, the monster was merely inches away from him, it's eyes darting between him and Lan. Keith could feel the team scatter behind him and, a moment later, there were shots coming from Lance and Hunk's guns. The monster dodged, darting around the room with ease. Briefly, Keith wondered how it moved so freely in space but the question disappeared from his mind the moment he saw the creature slam into the door that was between him and the rest of the team.
It slammed once, twice, and on the third time, the door broke, slamming shut all at once. Keith, Lan and Kosmo were left alone with the creature while the rest of the team was trapped outside. Knowing he didn't have time to worry or panic, Keith situated himself between Lan and the monster, calling forth his blade again.
The monster was fast. Keith couldn't even track its movements. The moment he determined where it was, it moved and he suddenly lost it all over again. It wasn't surprising that it was able to knock him out of the way like nothing more than a plaything. He hit the wall hard, his bayard temporarily clattering out of his hand. The monster lunged again and this time Kosmo met it in the middle, rising to Keith's defense. A barbed tail that Keith hadn't even noticed before snaked out and wrapped around Kosmo, slamming him into the ground. He let out one yelp and Keith's heart broke.
“Keith!” Lance's voice came through the coms suddenly. “We're coming for you!”
“We can't open the door though. It broke the gears when it smashed into the frame. So hold tight while we find another way in.” Pidge's voice immediately followed Lance's.
The creature dove for Keith again and he dropped low, scooping Kosmo and his bayard up on his way back to defend Lan. He rose from the ground, relieved to feel Kosmo breathing in his arms and stopped in between Lan and the creature. The creature hovered in front of the door, staring at them across the open expanse of the large room.
“Let me at him,” Lan was saying, trying to shove Keith out of the way.
The monster lunged then and Keith didn't even have time to think. There was a feeling in the very depths of his gut that caused him to raise his bayard, pointing it at the creature. He watched in amazement as the bayard shifted shapes in his hand. But, instead of turning into the sword he was familiar with, it turned into a blaster. Keith didn't hesitate. He pulled the trigger, narrowly missing the creature and knocking it off balance and out of the way. The blast had been so powerful that it had burned a hole straight through the door, granting them an escape. Keith ushered Lan ahead of him, pulling up the rear with Kosmo still in his arms.
“Is that a gun?!” Lance cried incredulously as Keith came through the door. He immediately picked up shooting at the creature as it attempted to follow.
“Pidge,” Keith ignored Lance's question for the time being, unable to focus on it right now. “Get us out of here.”
“We still only have one exit option and it's not exactly close.” She responded as they collectively took off down the hallway.
Without even a thought, Keith raised his newly acquired gun and shot ahead of the group, blasting a hole straight through the wall of the ship. Immediately they were being pulled towards the hole, along with a lot of debris. They had to struggle to dodge the debris and keep the monster occupied enough to lock it inside. It wasn't an easy feat, but soon they were all plummeting through the gap and into space. Pidge went last, using her grip hook to pull a long sheet of metal after her, successfully blocking the hole and locking the monster in.
A terrible screech sounded from inside the ship and everyone flinched. Just trapping the monster wasn't enough, Keith knew, but he wasn't sure what else to do. As if understanding his question, the ship below them suddenly exploded, throwing shards of glass and metal all around. The paladins scattered, avoiding burning pieces and racing back towards their lions.
“What just happened?” Keith asked through the coms as he waited for Lan to finish climbing into Black.
“On our way out, I rigged it to self destruct.” Pidge replied.
“Good thinking, Pidge.” Came Allura's response.
Keith clambered up in Black behind Lan, laying Kosmo down gently and stroking along his soft fur briefly. “Alright guys, let's head back. There's nothing left to do here.”
Everyone jumped to attention, falling into formation and soaring back towards the base and Atlas.
—
“I thought I said to call if you needed help!” Shiro cried the moment he watched Keith carry Kosmo off of Black.
The rest of the paladins climbed down soon after and Allura immediately rushed to Kosmo, holding her hands over him and scanning him. Keith was looking at Shiro but wouldn't cross over to him, wouldn't leave his wolf's side, so Shiro walked across the room to him.
“We're fine,” Keith started, gesturing around him to the rest of the team who were, indeed, still in one piece. “Plus, we didn't exactly have time to make an additional call.”
“Keith,” Shiro could hear the mixture of exasperation and a warning in his own tone.
Keith didn't back down, but he didn't lose his cool either. He was no longer the Keith that didn't like being challenged by authority. Instead, he met Shiro's gaze directly and began to explain what had happened. It sounded like a nightmare and Shiro came out the other side of the story proud of his team for thinking quick on their feet and protecting each other.
Allura rose suddenly, turning to look at Keith. “He's going to be fine.”
The relief was palpable on Keith as his shoulders sagged. Kosmo thumped his tail on the ground a few times, indicating that he was now awake. With no hesitation, Keith knelt down and began to stroke his head, murmuring to him. There wasn't much else for Shiro to say on the matter, so he crouched down and began to pet Kosmo's back.
“Just, stay safe in the future, okay?” He said after a moment.
“I promise you don't have to worry. I'll always protect the team.” Keith replied.
Shiro had a response on the tip of his tongue but didn't get a chance to say it. Instead, Lance walked up, clapping Keith on the shoulder, “And I've always got his back.”
—
The rest of the ship was asleep, but Hunk was wide awake. Out in space, it was hard to tell what was day and night so the Atlas was set on a strict schedule to keep everyone as rested as possible. After the mission, Hunk had gone back to his room like he was supposed to. He'd gone through all the motions of getting ready for bed and even climbed into it, but he couldn't calm down enough to sleep. He was terribly shaken from the mission earlier in the day and there was only one thing he could think of to help him relax. That was how he found himself alone in the kitchen, in the dead of their night cycle, clanging pots and pans as he cooked in a haste.
The boxes of ingredients his parents had sent him with were open on the counter, their contents scattered about. Usually Hunk was very precise with his measuring, always cleaning up immediately and never leaving a mess. Tonight, however, his hands shook as he held the measuring cup and he found that he just couldn't care when he spilled something.
The door to the kitchen opened suddenly and Hunk nearly jumped out of his skin until he turned and saw Shay standing there, an expression of concern on her face.
“I thought I heard you in here,” She said kindly, stepping into the room.
“What are you doing up?” Hunk set his ingredients down, resting his hands on the counter and leaning his weight onto them. He took a deep breath, trying to release the tension he could feel in his shoulders.
Shay crossed over to him, placing one hand on the counter near his and the other on his back, rubbing gentle circles. “I could ask you the same thing.”
A moment passed where Hunk considered lying. But this was Shay and she had never judged Hunk. She'd never regarded him with anything other than respect and kindness. She was gentle and wise and an all around bright spot in Hunk's life. He knew he could tell her his real feelings and she wouldn't think they were silly.
With a deep breath, he said “That mission earlier wasn't supposed to be dangerous. It was supposed to be a simple in and out. Instead we ended up traipsing across the galaxy and nearly getting killed by a weird, genetically modified, Galra eating monster. It almost ate Keith!”
Shay's eyebrows were raised in surprise but it wasn't unkind. “That sounds terrifying.”
“It was!” Hunk pushed off the counter but didn't move far enough away to dislodge Shay's hand. “I just—”
The words died on his tongue. He had expressed it once before to Lance. Lance had taken it all in stride but Hunk knew he didn't share the sentiment which made it hard for him to relate. Still, he appreciated the way Lance had been there for him and continued to check in on him since.
“You can tell me.” Shay pulled a stool up, seating herself on it to indicate that she was willing to listen to anything Hunk had to say.
That cracked Hunk, breaking him wide open. The fear from earlier spilled out of him, dragging some of his darkest truths with it. “I know I'm a paladin of Voltron and that I'm a part of this final battle. I get that. And of course I'm going to follow through and see it til the end. But, after that—” he hesitated with the words on the tip of his tongue. Sensing his worry, Shay placed one of her hands gently on top of his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.” After that, I'll be happy to put down my bayard and helmet and never look back. Don't get me wrong, I love my team. They're family to me and they're stuck with me forever. But I want to spend time with them in situations that don't involve death looming ominously over us, you know?”
He paused then to look at Shay, almost surprised at how soft her expression was. It occurred to him then that Shay had never known a life without death hanging just in the distance, a constant and unavoidable threat. A strong pang swept through him at the thought. If anyone deserved a life of happiness and adventure, it was Shay. She had sacrificed herself to help them, put her life on the line for people she had only just met and a cause she'd only heard about in whispers. That was beyond admirable and Hunk just wanted her to have everything she deserved. It was Shay and the people like her that gave Hunk the will and courage to fight. He was fighting on their behalf, to give them the kind of life they deserved.
“There's nothing wrong with that.” She said evenly, her eyes finding his. “Once this war is over, you will have done your duty. If you want to put down your helmet then, you should. You have already served the universe greatly and we are all thankful for you.”
“Well, I didn't really do anything.” Hunk glanced away, feeling overwhelmed by her kindness. “That was all Voltron and I'm just a tiny part of that. Honestly, sometimes I wonder why the yellow lion even picked me. I'm not that remarkable and I'm always scared.”
“That's what makes you so brave. You came back for me, Hunk, even though you were terrified. You came back and risked your life and showed me things I never thought— never even dreamed that I'd see. You could've left me to continue the life I'd always known, but you didn't. That was you, Hunk. Not Voltron.”
Hunk flipped his hand over then, wrapping it around Shay's and squeezing tight. “Of course I came back for you. I'll always come back for you.”
“That's why the yellow lion picked you.” She said and Hunk didn't fail to notice the flush on her cheeks. “Because you are compassionate and you are strong. You put others above yourself. You are the most admirable person I've ever met. And when this war is over and you come out victorious, you will be able to lead whatever kind of life you want.”
Their eyes met again, hands still interlocked, and Hunk couldn't stop the emotions that were overwhelming him. He'd been terrified earlier in the day— terrified of the monster, of losing his life, of losing his closest friends— and he'd been carrying that weight around with him all day, letting it drag him down. And then Shay had appeared and, just like the sun, she had shed light on all of his doubts and made them seem less severe. He pulled up his own stool then, letting himself sink down onto it and giving his shaking knees a break.
“I want to own my own restaurant. To have a big family. I want to be happy and to make people happy.” Hunk could feel an ache in his chest at his own words. That had always been his dream life. And to think, he was finally close to being able to achieve it. The ache in his chest turned into more of a longing and he let out a long breath.
“I so hope I get to see you achieve all of those things.” Shay said.
Without thinking, Hunk responded. “I hope you're a part of them.”
Immediately he flushed a million shades of red. But, instead of being startled or put off, Shay squeezed his hand again with a warm smile. “I hope so, too.”
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Honerva stood on the steps of the grandest building on the planet, a mass of Alteans waiting at the bottom to hear her speak. She regarded them, scrutinizing them as she looked from face to face. It was now or never. Her son had already done the hardest part— he had won their hearts. All that was left was to use that weakness against them.
“It was Lotor,” She began with no preamble, not even bothering to wait for silence. A hush fell as soon as she began. “who sought each of you out. It was Lotor who gave you a home. It was Lotor who protected you and provided for you.” a smattering of cheers and applause rippled through the crowd as she spoke. “And it was Voltron who took that away from you! It was Voltron who took Lotor away from you!”
She paused, allowing her words to sink in. An angry murmur spread from one end of the crowd to the next, growing angrier as it went. She watched the faces of the Alteans as they reacted to her words, watched them contort with hatred and the desire for revenge. It was exactly as she wanted it to be.
“I have a way to bring Lotor back, to reunite us with them.” She threw her arms out wide, implying that she would be sharing Lotor with them, even if that wasn't even close to her intent. “But before I can do that, we must rid the universe of Voltron. Lotor isn't safe as long as Voltron is still out there. We aren't safe.”
With a quick flick of her wrists, two robeasts appeared, one flanking either side of the crowd. The Alteans gasped at the appearance of them but did not shirk away from them. It only encouraged Honerva further.
“With these, we can defeat Voltron. Only then will it be safe to bring my son back. Are you with me?”
The Alteans cheered uproariously, hooting and hollering and clapping each other on the shoulder as if they had already won. Honerva looked on, pleased with their cooperation and knowing this only made things easier for her in the future.
*bangs hands on table* SOUL MARKS SOUL MARKS SOUL MARKS (Your writing is really good!!!)
Ah thank you so much!! I’m so sorry it took me ages to get this done for you! I had a LOT of stuff going on (finals, my house being broken into, moving across the country and starting my first week of clinicals). But I was so excited for you to request this one because I’ve had a whole soul marks one shot planned for awhile and never gotten to write it. So, I hope it lives up to your expectations!! <3
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Not everyone had a soul mate, Lance knew. But he did. At least, his hand indicated such. The palm of his hand and fingers were jet black, as if he had dipped his hand in paint, intending to leave a trail of hand prints behind. When he was younger he loved the mark— a soul mark, as they called it. Now, however, that he was older, he was significantly less fond of it.
Supposedly his soulmate had a mark matching his, somewhere on their body. And when their two marks touched, they would cycle through a rainbow of colors. Young Lance used to spend hours fantasizing about what that would look like and how his soulmates face would light up before they shared true love’s kiss. He used to think about how he’d sweep them off their feet and live happily ever after. Older Lance, unfortunately, no longer had those fantasies. Because older Lance had fallen in love with someone who, as far as he could tell, didn’t have a soul mark. No soul mark meant that they weren’t for Lance, no matter how much Lance wanted them to be.
He had tried to comfort himself as much as he could, insisting that he would fall in love with his soulmate as soon as he met them, forgetting all about the boy who stole his heart. But the more Lance got to know that boy— the more he stared into those violet eyes or longed to run his fingers through the length of that mullet— the more he found himself wishing he’d never meet his soulmate. Because Keith might be wrong for him in every single way, even the universe could see that, it seemed, but Lance didn’t care. Because he wanted Keith and everything that came along with him.
He wanted the short temper, the built up walls and the curt answers. He wanted the days where Keith was cutting him with insults as easily as he cut a druid with his bayard. He wanted the days where Keith sulked around or pushed him away. He wanted them all. Because taking those days meant he also got the days where Keith laughed, or smiled at him. He got the days Keith stepped up to the plate, supporting him and encouraging him. It allowed him to have the days where it was no longer Lance and Keith, neck in neck but rather Lance and Keith, side by side, working as an undefeatable team. Taking Keith’s bad days meant getting his good ones, too. And, as far as Lance was concerned, one good day was worth a million bad days. Maybe more. Because even on his worst days, he was still Keith and oh god was Lance ever in love with Keith.
He remembered the way it had started— a little flutter in his chest whenever Keith would shoot him a pointed or exasperated look, and a slight tremble in his fingertips whenever Keith was close enough for him to touch. He remembered how quickly it progressed— he went from seeing Keith as a rival to seeking Keith out and wanting his company. And the night he had found himself outside Keith’s door, hand poised to knock, no real reason for being there other than the fact that he felt a sort of hollowness nestled in his chest where his heart was supposed to be, he knew he was done for. He’d tucked his hand back into his pocket and shuffled away as quickly as he could while still attempting to look casual, ignoring the way his heart was thundering erratically in his chest. That was the moment he knew he was in love with Keith.
He’d paced his room that entire night, wringing his hands together and wondering how he’d gotten himself in such a predicament. From then on, he’d taken every opportunity he could to casually check Keith out and see if he could find a soulmark anywhere on Keith’s body, but he never could. His arms were bare, what he could see of his legs were bare… it appeared to be a lost cause. When Keith had lifted the hem of his shirt after a long few hours of training, using the edge of it to wipe sweat off his forehead, Lance had even managed to scour his stomach and low back. Of course he’d found nothing, but he’d still enjoyed the view so it wasn’t a total loss.
From there, Lance had moved on to trying to casually touch Keith as much as he could. Brushing a hand across his shoulder blade, or bracing one on his leg as he leaned forward to grab something, trying desperately to see if his hand was changing colors after the contact. It never was. The logical side of him knew that he needed to give it up— to accept that Keith wasn’t his soulmate, or anybody else’s, by the look of it— and to try and just move on. But no matter how much logical sense it made, emotionally he wasn’t prepared to let go. So He didn’t. He clung tighter and tighter, knowing full well that someday it was going to break his heart.
A knock sounded on the door to his room, startling him out of his reverie. He shook his head, dropping his hand from in front of his face, where he’d been holding it to look at it. “Come in!”
The door slid open immediately, but nobody stepped inside. Instead, Pidge leaned forward slightly, just enough to pop her head through the doorway so she could see Lance. “You need to go talk to Keith.”
“What?”
“He’s down in the hangar and refusing to talk to any of us. We can all tell there’s something wrong but he won’t tell anyone what.” Pidge answered, already starting to lean back out of the doorway.
“So why are you calling me to help?” Lance asked, clenching his hand to hide his soul mark. Everyone had seen it, obviously, it was in too blatant of a spot to hide. Still, he didn’t like people looking at it because it made him think about it more, and thinking about it hurt. “He doesn’t want to see me, I’m sure.”
Pidge rolled her eyes with a sigh, “Lance, I don’t know how you don’t see it, but you’re the only one he talks to or listens to. You have to be the one to get him out of this.”
Lance tried to hide the way his heart swelled at her words, willing himself not to get too overwhelmed with emotion. He shrugged slightly at Pidge in lieu of a response and pushed through the doorway past her, heading to the hangar. He wanted to be the one Keith talked to and listened to, like she’d said, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up for that.
The doors to the hangar came into view and he paused just outside, taking a moment to take a deep, steadying breath. He closed his eyes as he smacked the button to open the doors, bracing himself. When he heard the doors slide all the way open, he opened his eyes and willed himself not to let his breath be stolen.
Keith was, indeed, standing in the hangar, hair disheveled in a way that looked almost purposeful. He had his jacket discarded on the ground off to the side and his boots tossed nearby. He was standing in just a pair of jeans— jeans— and a t shirt that looked one size smaller than the ones he normally wore. Or perhaps he really had gotten bigger during his time with the blades. Either way, the shirt clung to his body in a way Lance had never seen and he swallowed against a dry throat, trying to stop his eyes from tracing every sharp angle of Keith’s body.
In an attempt to ease some of his tension, Lance cleared his throat as he walked into the room. Keith glanced at him over his shoulder as he approached and Lance felt like he was about to be frozen on the spot. The way Keith’s messy hair fell into his face gave him a sort of rugged look that suited him perfectly. He looked like the kind of guy who was rough around the edges but soft for the one he loved and, honestly, that’s exactly how Lance always thought Keith would be. God he regretted that he’d never get to find out. The idea of Keith being soft to and for him was nearly enough to drive Lance insane with jealousy for the person who did get to see Keith that way.
“Keith, buddy, what’s going on?”
“Nothing.” Keith’s reply was quick, but his gaze never faltered from Lance.
Lance continued all the way into the room, walking directly up to Keith. Perhaps even a step or two too close to Keith, but he certainly wasn’t about to back away. “Buddy, I can feel you moping all the way on the other side of the castle. You can’t tell me nothing’s wrong.”
“I am not moping!”
Squinting, Lance tilted his head from side to side, inspecting Keith’s face. “Looks like a mope to me.”
With a roll of his eyes, Keith turned his back to Lance, crossing his arms over his chest. All it did was pull his shirt tighter across his shoulders and Lance had to close his eyes for a moment to keep his composure.
“Seriously, Keith, just talk to me. I’m supposed to be your right hand man.”
“Supposed to be?”
“Well yeah. I can’t call myself that if you’re constantly icing me out.” There was a small, teeny tiny, barely there, twinge of bitterness in Lance’s voice. Unfortunately for him, Keith heard it too. He could tell by the way Keith turned around again to face him, his eyebrows drawn together in concern.
“Icing you out?” Keith dropped his arms from in front of his chest. “Lance you’re the only one here I talk to.”
“Hate to break it to you, buddy. But if this is what you call talking to someone, I’ve got something to tell you.” There was a shadow over Keith’s expression and Lance thought it looked like sadness.
He wanted to reach out and touch Keith, to tug Keith into him, wrapping his arms tight around him and just holding him, as if he could fight off all of Keith’s problems. He would if he could. He knew that if he were the one feeling the way Keith seemed to be feeling, that’s the reaction he’d want from Keith. Even though he knew he’d never get it, he thought about it sometimes. About what it’d feel like to be pressed against Keith, wrapped up in his arms. Or to have Keith pressed into him, clutching onto him as if their lives depended on it, face buried in his hair. The trembling was back in his fingers but this time it was from the effort required to hold himself back from reaching for Keith.
There was a long pause before Keith finally said, “Do you ever think the universe got it wrong?”
Yes, Lance wanted to say. He could feel the ache of it in his chest. I think that every day when I see you and realize that the universe didn’t make you my soulmate. He searched Keith’s face. I think that when I see you upset and realize that I’m not the one who can comfort you.
“What do you mean?” He said instead, swallowing down all the words he wanted to say. He’d thought about confessing so many times but he didn’t want it to end like that. He didn’t want it to go down in flames. He wanted it to fizzle out slowly, to let it drag on, burning beneath his skin for as long as possible— a constant reminder of the love he’d lost.
“I mean I’m not supposed to be here, like this. I’m not supposed to lead, I’m not supposed to feel the way I feel every single day! This—” he gestured vaguely to the space between the two of them, “ —isn’t supposed to be like this!”
The sort of brokenness that Lance could see in Keith’s eyes knocked down any and all barriers that he’d been restricted by before. He closed the remaining distance between them, reaching up for Keith and settling a hand onto his shoulder. “Keith, I—”
But anything he might have been about to say died on his tongue as he felt a slight heat spread across his palm and fingers. He looked down to where his hand rested on Keith’s shoulder. The bottom of his hand just reaching the top of Keith’s chest. He could see Keith follow his gaze, his lips slightly parted in wonder. Slowly Lance lifted his hand off of Keith, flipping it over so they could both see his palm…
…his palm that was normally black….
…his palm that was now cycling through colors. Red, purple, blue, yellow, on and on, color after color.
Without even thinking or hesitating, Lance slipped his fingers under the collar of Keith’s shirt and tugged it to the side, exposing his shoulder. Sure enough, there where Lance had never been able to see, was a hand print, rotating through all of the colors, one after the next. He glanced up to Keith’s face, unable to properly comprehend how he was feeling, only to find Keith staring steadfastly off to the side, his gaze down and cheeks flushed with a deep blush.
The moment seemed to stretch on forever in between them, enveloping them in their own little world. Lance glanced between his own rainbow hand and the rainbow hand print on Keith’s shoulder at least a hundred times before he was finally able to choke out, “Keith? I, uh… I think we’ve got something to talk about here.”
Finally, finally Keith let out a sigh and Lance could feel the tension drop from his shoulders. He still didn’t turn to look at Lance, but he replied, sounding defeated. “Look, I get it if this isn’t what you’ve wanted. I know you, you’ve probably had some fairy tale in your head for your whole life of some beautiful girl you’d sweep off her feet and then you two would—”
Lance couldn’t take it. Couldn’t listen to Keith talking like this wasn’t the best thing to ever happen to Lance. He reached up and gently grabbed a hold of Keith’s face, turning it until their gazes locked. Keith stopped talking, clearly trying his best to look composed. The moment Lance got a chance to really look at Keith’s eyes, all the shock disappeared and it was replaced with nothing short of pure elation.
“Keith, you idiot. Do you have any idea how hopelessly in love with you I’ve been all this time?”
There was a delicious moment where Keith looked too stunned to even reply. He reached a hand up unconsciously, pressing it against Lance’s chest. The contact seemed to ground him and he was able to let out a soft, “W-what?”
And just like that, the dam inside Lance broke. He tugged Keith forward gently, leaning down to capture his lips. Keith, surprisingly, responded in kind, his hand fisting in Lance’s shirt. It only lasted a minute, but it was the best minute of Lance’s life. As they pulled away, he guided Keith to him, slipping his arms around Keith’s shoulders and pressing him firmly against his chest. Part of Lance wanted to laugh, part wanted to cry tears of joy and the rest wanted to head to every corner of the galaxy and declare to every person he passed that Keith was his.
“I have been devastated for years at this point because I thought you had someone else as your soulmate and I desperately wished it were me,” He confessed quietly, his mouth right by Keith’s ear. He relished the way he got to feel Keith inhale at his words. “This is genuinely the happiest moment of my life.”
“But I’m—”
“Everything I’ve wanted and then some,” Lance finished for him, gently threading his fingers into Keith’s hair. He felt the last little bit of worry leave Keith and suddenly Keith was leaning into him, resting his full weight against Lance. Lance accepted it happily, feeling content and whole for the first time in a long time.
This was how he’d always wanted it to be and he couldn’t believe that it was actually happening. How often did the universe give someone exactly what they wanted? He was sure it was rare and he swore to never take this blessing for granted. He’d enjoy every single day he had with Keith, good or bad. He would be there for Keith every hour of every day, constantly seeking him out and showing him just how important he was. He’d spent years loving Keith already and he was fully prepared to spend years staying in love with him, choosing him and fighting for him day after day. He would never give this up.
“For the record,” Keith pulled away from Lance’s chest enough so that he could look into Lance’s eyes as he spoke, ensuring Lance could hear his words, “I’ve been in love with you since the day we had to climb that elevator shaft together.”
A level of contentedness Lance didn’t know he could feel bubbled up in his chest as he listened to Keith’s words. A smile overtook his lips and he didn’t even try to fight it. And as he leaned in to kiss Keith again, he settled his hand comfortably on Keith’s shoulder, feeling the warmth against his palm. He let the warmth spread up his arm and to the rest of his body, settling into the very depths of his soul, knowing that he was the luckiest man in the universe and that, no matter what happened, he’d always be happy with Keith by his side.
Hey guys! So I’m working on writing new content for this fic, but before I can do that I really needed to go through and update this fic. I’ve changed writing styles a lot since it started and really gotten a better grasp on how to write these characters. I tried rereading it to get a feel for how things were going and I just couldn’t take it. So I’m going to work my way through updating the existing chapters before I add more. That being said, here’s the updated first chapter. It’s about 2k longer than it originally was and full of a lot more emotion, I think.
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The Galra were everywhere. Their ships filled the sky, casting a long and ominous shadow across the planet Ansognia. The Paladins of Voltron swooped in, their colorful Lions flying gracefully through the air. The Castle of Lions was not far behind. From their vantage point in the air, they could see the Galra soldiers that were on the ground, mixed with the Ansognian warriors. It was a battlefield if they ever saw one, weapons clashing and people falling, destruction riddling what looked like an otherwise beautiful planet.
“Watch out for the Ansognians on the surface, they're out fighting alongside us,” Keith spoke into the coms, maneuvering his Lion closer to the surface of the planet to get a look at what was happening. He could feel the familiar thrum of battle inside his chest, spurring him on. There was a protective side to him that had never really surfaced until he’d become a Paladin of Voltron and now it was out in full force, encouraging him to do anything and everything in his power to ensure that no Ansognians lost their life.
“Roger,” The rest of the paladins responded in turn through the coms.
Everyone went their own way, tackling their own sets of ships. Keith stayed low, trying to provide some cover to the Ansognians on the ground. Black responded quickly and easily to him, gliding above them and drawing the majority of the fire from the Galra fighters. He was able to block the fire, but the ships moved too rapidly in haphazard patterns for him to be able to successfully return fire. He could feel the frustration building inside of him, but knew that covering the soldiers on the ground was most important. He had unwavering faith in his team and was certain that they would, given enough time, be able to take out all the ships without his help. Sure enough, a moment later, a shadow appeared above Black and then Red came soaring in, spinning through the air and taking out the fighters.
“I had it covered, Lance,” Keith bit playfully into the mic. He could hear Lance’s laugh, warm and rich in his ear as he spoke.
“You’re welcome,” Lance responded. His voice was a level higher with excitement, the way it usually was in the middle of battle. Somehow, despite all of the fights they had been in, Lance still managed to get a thrill out of it. Keith tried to mirror that excitement, to draw on the bond that connected them all as Paladins and pull some of Lance’s emotions to him. Just hearing his exuberant tone was enough to lessen the tension in Keith’s shoulders a little bit. Actually feeling it would give him a second wind that he desperately needed, he thought. Still, even without it, they had gotten out of every fight alive so far, there was no reason to assume this would be different.
