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@thevoltrongames Round One!

Yellow Lion Team - Lizards#5449 - @desertbrass

This is challenge #3 apples and pumpkins

So have some Plance carving pumpkins of each other!

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Keith’s First Halloween

This is for the voltron games I’m participating in! Team: Red Lion Round: 1 Challenge: 3 with Shiro, Keith, and Adam

Summary: After finding out Keith hasn’t celebrated Halloween since the death of his father, Shiro and Adam invite him for some pumpkin carving and caramel apples! ----------------------------------

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

“You’re kidnapping me. You’re kidnapping me and going to sell my organs on the black market, aren’t you?”

Shiro barks out a laugh, veering away from a slowing car ahead of them, but maintained hands on the wheel. Shiro is great at flying, but sometimes Keith questions how he got his license with all the risks he takes. “Patience yields focus, Keith. Relax, it is nothing bad.”

Keith quirks an eyebrow, but nonetheless allowed Shiro to take him to God knows where. Since his arrival at the garrison, he has been living there rather than the group home. His roommate wasn’t particularly fond of him, what with his bad temper and representation for being a discipline case. But it was better than where he was, an invisible boy unable to find a home. Unable to be seen by a family as worthy. The only person who ever truly loved him has left the land of the living, leaving Keith wishing the fire never occurred. That his father never ran back into the building, though he knew it was a selfish wish. A child is alive today because of him. As much as Keith wanted to keep his father, at least he died a hero. His hero.

Shiro glances at Keith, the sixteen year old looking out onto the road with a far off gaze. He is leaning on his right, arm propped up on the arm rest and a fist to his cheek. His usual stance when he is deep in thought. 

He didn’t say anything, but he knew what Keith was thinking. Most likely his father, maybe his future. It was only recently that Shiro found out Keith hasn’t celebrated halloween for awhile, what with the death of his father severely impacting his joy in holidays meant to spend with family or friends. Keith’s only family passed away, and as far as Shiro knows, he hasn’t been able to make any friends. Students and teachers of the school are weary of him. They believe he represents nothing but trouble, and the higher officials at the garrison severely question Shiro’s judgement. Iverson going so far as to say he made a mistake by bringing Mr. Hotshot to the school. 

What they didn’t understand was he is a kid. A child who felt abandoned and dysfunctional. 

And every kid deserves to have some happiness in their life, at the very least.

So, Shiro talked Adam over having Keith over, explaining his background and how excellent he is in the garrison flight simulator. Adam was skeptical at first--not of Keith being a good kid--but of him willingly coming over. Shiro has spent more time with him than Adam, who unfortunately had no classes with him and only passed by the kid every now and then, greeting them on sight and Keith waving silently as a means of respect. 

Despite Adam’s opinions, Shiro has a gut feeling this is what Keith needs. And who knows, maybe he will take a liking to Adam and the treats he has in store. --------

As they approach the house, Keith turns to him, confused.

“Um, is this your house?”

“Yup.”

“Uh...” He looks around, waiting for Shiro to continue, but received nothing. “What are we doing here?”

“We,” Shiro begins, reaching behind his seat and grabbing some plastic bags full of groceries he picked up earlier. “Are going to prepare for Halloween.”

Keith looks uncomfortable. “I don’t really celebrate halloween. Or any of the holidays, for that matter.”

“I’m aware,” Shiro said, leveling him with a kind look. “You mentioned it when we had lunch the other day. But we need a helping hand with the pumpkins.”

“We?”

“Yeah, me and Adam. He’s my--er--He’s my boyfriend.” Shiro can feel a blush creep on his cheeks. He neglected to tell Keith of his and Adam’s actual relationship. It wasn’t that he was ashamed, it’s just he totally spaced on the little tidbit. So much for making the kid less awkward.

Keith doesn’t blink, cocking his head to the side. “Professor Adam? Doesn’t he hate me along with the other instructors? You’re getting serious flack for getting me into the school.”

He shakes his head. “Nope. In fact, he was more concerned on if you would show. I told him about you. He is looking forward to getting to know you as both a pilot and person.”

“I still don’t think this is a good idea. You should just--”

“Nope!” Shiro interrupts, snatching a pumpkin in the back and plopping it on Keith’s lap. “You’re a kid, and kids should be having fun. Not brooding in their room at night while halloween is just around the corner.”

“I don’t brood.” Keith exclaims, his lip jutting out in a pout.

“Right, and I have white hair.” Shiro said, sarcastic. “Come on, up and at ‘em. And don’t even think about stealing the car. I have the keys wrapped around my fingers.”

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It was a little awkward, Shiro admitted. As Keith lugged the largest pumpkin Shiro gave him and entered the house, Adam emerged from the kitchen to greet the two, kissing Shiro on the cheek. He smiled down at Keith, introducing himself and holding out a hand to the tiny boy. There was a moment of silence, Keith not used to friendliness outside of Shiro. He half expected Adam to pull Shiro aside, meaning to be out of ear shot so he could chastise Shiro for bringing the “problem” child in their home. But he just gazed down at Keith, soft brown eyes never breaking from the starstruck indigo. Not until his expression morphed into that of discomfort, not sure what to do since Keith wasn’t responding in any way.

As he lowered his hand, Keith shifted the pumpkin to one arm and on his hip, carefully reaching out to grasp Adam’s hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, sir. I’m Keith.”

Adam smiles, toothy and proud. “Please, call me Adam. I’m not one for formalities.” He motions to where the kitchen is. “Come along, I was getting the newspaper ready for the pumpkin carving.”

They followed Adam, Shiro’s boyfriend asking Keith many questions as they prepared and began to pumpkin carve. He stuck to his interests, avoiding any semblance of questions having to do with Keith’s past. Shiro had already informed him of the touchy subject and to approach it if Keith chose to open up. To which, he eventually did, mentioning how his dad was never good at carving pumpkins and sometimes burned the seeds when they would roast them for a horror night. It was a small tidbit he lent; a sliver of his childlike, nostalgic side, void of sadness and regret. As Adam asked if he was good at carving pumpkins, Keith gave a small smile and said he was, sometimes using the knife his father gave him. Shiro watched the two interact, a fond and loving smile gracing his lips as he forgot about his pumpkin and focused more on the two bonding.

Shiro hadn’t seen such a big smile since he taught Keith how to land the hoverbike perfectly from jumping off a cliff in the desert. His eyebrows raised, eyes dancing in the florescent lighting, galaxies and mirth erasing the secret darkness he held whenever he is seen. The child Shiro encountered in the classroom, the boy who sadly looked out the window and strayed from the other children, not bothering to line up for the simulator, was overtook by a sense of peace. Meanwhile Adam, who expressed anxiety over the young teen hating Shiro’s idea, ruffles the raven haired boy’s locks and joked about how Shiro does that all the time, eliciting a squawk from Shiro. 

“I burned them once! Once, Adam!”

“Once was enough to make sure you never touch an oven again.” He jokes, laughing as Shiro grumbled about being betrayed by his own lover.

Adam leans towards Keith, a hand coming to partially cover his mouth as if to tell him a secret. “He may be a pro at flying now, but he crashed the simulator three times in one go in our cadet days.”

“Don’t poison his mind with lies!”

“It isn’t a lie when history is true.” Adam counters, grinning. 

“Oooooo he got you there.” Keith joined. Shiro shook his head, dipping his hand in the orange fruit and flicking it on Keith’s nose.

“Respect your elders, kid.”

“You’re 24.” Adam stated, Keith wiping his nose on his sleeve and chucking a large pile of orange goop at Shiro. Suddenly the three were engaged in an all out pumpkin guts fight, streamers of fruit coating the kitchen and their clothes. they were all laughing, Keith and Adam teamed up against Shiro as they hid behind the table, whispering strategies as Shiro gunned for another chunk of seeds and squash. Before he could land a hit, he is pummeled by two flying chunky globs, one hitting his chest and the other his neck. He chucked the stash in his hand, landing a hit on Keith’s tiny head. The atmosphere, so used to the voices of two, range with the laughter of three. They ran around the small kitchen, their pumpkin war ending only when they ran out of fuel from the three pumpkins Shiro brought home.

They laid on the floor, tired from their food fight but letting out a couple of giggles every now and then. Shiro noted how the two were smiling so wide, he couldn’t help but smile himself. Yes, this is what Keith needed. A sense of being a kid. A sense of having a family, whether it was a mother and father, or a brother figure and his boyfriend. Keith’s walls were up, pure stone covering the tenderness of his bruised heart. But now, they were down. Keith’s heart was wide open, the burden of his past forgotten and filled with glee he hadn’t felt in years.

Adam stood up and began to clean up, announcing they will make some candy apples after they all scrubbed the place clean. Keith didn’t put up a fight, he really didn’t mind.  He was chivalrous in his cleaning, asking Adam and Shiro if he missed any places. 

He is a good kid. His problem lies in trusting others, in trusting the human race. But when he ignores the darkness of humanity, he is a quiet teen who wants to have fun and acknowledges when there is chores to be done. 

He isn’t a problem child. He just needs to be given a chance.

The night ended with Keith curled up in the couch, a half eaten caramel apple on the coffee table in their living room. Shiro gingerly lifted his head to place a plump pillow under his dark head, and Adam covered him in a red fleece blanket he had stashed in a closet. Tiny snores escaped Keith’s nose, his face in a state of peace and content.

Shiro doesn’t regret giving him a second chance in the least.

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MMMHMM... Altean!Zarkon!! Discord: Pommie

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Lotor’s nany Dayak’s name “beating” in Turkish. OMG it’s so relevant sfsfsa

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Voltron Virtual Reality ↳ Episode 1: Seeds of Corruption

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The Paladins Return Home

a lil somethin’ somethin’ i did for the practice round of @thevoltrongames

this was rushed, but i’m still fairly proud of it.  enjoy!

(go team yellow lion!!)

The second Lance’s knuckles hit the wooden door twice, it swung right open, hitting the wall it was next to.  Lance jumped back, stirred at the slamming sound.  Without a moment to waste, huge arms wrapped around him like a band aid on a finger.  He succumbed to the warm feeling that never in a million years he thought would he experience again.

“Mijo, te extrañé mucho.  Very, very much..." He never imagined that he would hear that voice again.  That soft, loving and empathetic voice belonged to his mother.  His mamá.

Lance reached down to embrace her back.  Ever since he has entered the Garrison, he has already been thinking about going back home to his family.  He dreamt of telling them stories on how he became such a great pilot.  Though thanks to Voltron, those dreams were put to trash.

Thanks to Voltron, he would now tell his mom, dad, sisters, brothers, nieces, and nephews, stories about how he defended the universe along with a team that had his back no matter what.

"Dios mio, how are you, my child?  What did you rank?"  His mother asked.

"Lo siento, mamá, I haven't graduated.  Although, I did something way cooler."

Pidge's feet hit the grass with a loud thump.

"Shh!  She'll hear you!" Matt whispered, steadying his sister with his hand.  Pidge gives him a smug look, then they both turn their gaze to the door across the yard.

The two have kept in contact with their dad ever since he returned home to his wife.  Sam Holt has told Colleen that both their children would be coming home, though he was not particularly sure when.  He liked the idea that she had some kind of hope left in her.

Almost every night, Pidge and Matt would communicate with their dad through Pidge's technically, way too advanced computer, telling him about their day and what they were up to.  It would be ramblings about missions, on new additions to the green lion, and many other personal things like what Hunk prepared for lunch.

When the paladins decided to go back home, they told their dad all about it.

And this was their dad's idea: the two were to sneak into their old house's backyard, and play around with Bae Bae.  Their mom would hear all the barking, and become suspicious enough to go check.  And when the time comes...

"Katie!  Matt!"

Colleen would have both her children back.

Hunk wasn't one to assume things, but something tells him that Shay's now eating lunch with her whole family.

He's traveled back to Arus, thanks to Yellow.  In one hand he holds a cupcake, and on the other, a beautiful array of crystals that look like a bouquet of flowers.  Shay wouldn't get it, he knows, but it was too appealing to not gather up.  He saw those crystals on a planet on one of the missions.  After the paladins were rested up, he climbed back into his lion and flew all the way back to the planet.  At that time, he didn't know who to give it to, so he kept the crystals in his room, and waited for the perfect opportunity.

Now that it was given to him, he was sure to make the most of it.

The Balmerans have built shelters on Planet Arus, sharing the homestead with the kind and friendly Arusians.  After the attack of the robeast, the species have migrated to the planet that once was the home to the Castle of Lions.  The two races have now coexisted in peace and unity, vowing to help Voltron whenever they can.

Hunk has been here before, and he knows exactly where Shay's hut is.

The huts don't have doors, so Hunk knocks on the wall instead, the crystal bouquet hidden behind him.  Rax, Shay's brother, was the first one to notice him.

"Hunk?" He said under his breath.  Shay's eyes snapped to the doorway, and she straight up bolted right towards Hunk.

"Hey there, Shay."  Hunk smiles.  "I've got something for you."

"Why aren't you going back to Earth?  Don't you know anyone there?"  Allura asks, sitting down on the floor next to Shiro.

"I think you've forgotten what 'home' means, princess."  He says, taking a quick glance at Allura before returning his gaze to the stars.  They're seated in front of the giant viewing windows, admiring the vast infinity outside the confinements of the castle.

"Hmm, it seems so.  Would you mind enlightening me, Takashi?"

Allura's bright blue eyes seem to flicker in Shiro's vision.  His heart seems to pound faster.  Something about Allura calling him by his real name sets off a bomb inside him.  It's not a bad thing, he thought.  At first, she used it to tease him when she just found out about it, and now, whenever she says it aloud, it adds another layer to Shiro's ever-growing heart.

"Sure thing." He takes a deep breath.  "Home's wherever the heart is, Allura.  You don't have Altea, but you do have the memory of it.  Right here, in this castleship.  You don't need a real, solid, definite place to call home.  That's just a house."

The princess looks up to the stars.  "Why is your home here?  With me?"

"It's the best place to see the stars, this observation deck.  Makes you rethink about the universe."  His eyes finally land on her.

"And that—" He gestures to the big, boundless expanse in front of him.  "That is home."

For most of his life, Keith has a vague understanding to what home is.

When Shiro gave them all the chance to go back home, he wasn't entirely sure about what to do.  Should he go to his mom?  Should he go back to Earth to visit his dad?  His mind flooded with thoughts.

Until he finally reached a decision—home is within himself.

Keith went back to Earth.  Not to his father, not to the Garrison, but in the little hut he lived in ever since his expulsion.

The last time he saw that place felt like years ago, when he brought back Shiro and saved Lance, Hunk, and Pidge.  Going back seemed near impossible while they were in space, yet there he was.

That was home for him.  The one he built.  The one he restored.  The one he took care of.

How did he know?

It was the place where every single thing he sees tells him to stay.

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Oof this is really sketchy...

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Yellow Lion Team! - lizards#5449 - @desertbrass

Round 2, challenge 7 - CRYPTID HUNTING

Rough comic with Kidge cryptid hunting! Yay!

Also some bigfoot!shiro

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Challenge 1! Discord: Pommie ! :) Team: Black Lion!

Just put in my own clothes and my favorite outfit yesssss