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Even though his lips were chapped and Keith smelled like sweat. Actually, maybe it was because of that, that it was so good. 

Lance had often imagined what it would be like to kiss Keith. A lot, like a lot a lot, but he never thought it would be like this.

He's imagined them kissing during a battle, even though kissing in the middle of a mission is just asking to get shot.

Keith would be all stoic like "See you on the other side," his mullet blowing in the wind. Lance would be like "Not if I see you first." Then they would make out. Rough, pushing too hard, a little handsy and Keith would make Lance forget his own name, maybe even bite him.

The whole thing was ridiculous. 

Keith isn’t really stoic, honestly, he's kind of a dork and really gullible. Also maybe a little shy.

They started hanging out on the observation deck most nights after Lance had saved Coran, without discussing it. Lance would come after tossing and turning for hours, trying and failing not to think about everything he left behind. His mom, the picture of Nadia on his bedside table, the rain. He would come here and trace his journey through all the planets they visited. He practiced the story he was gonna tell his family. Dwelling about all of the near death experiences he'd have to gloss over. 

Keith would join after he got too tired to train, but not before he took a shower, which Lance always teased him for. 

Then, they would talk. Keith was a good listener. If Lance talked for long enough Keith would share too, he had all sorts of Keith trivia stored up. His dad was a firefighter, his shack didn't have running water, and when he couldn't sleep he would sit on the roof and look at the stars.

Lance also learned that he really really liked Keith. Which was embarrassing, and he was never ever going to tell anybody.

But, he was going to keep coming to the observation deck.

Apparently, that in and of itself was enough of a confession, because here he was, and Keith had kissed him. He was still kissing him, and it wasn't a fight like he thought it would be. With Keith's hands in his hair it was just nice, and good. It had been so long since Lance had felt something good. Kissing Keith didn't make him forget his name, it made him feel more like himself.

He wondered what his Mama would think about Keith, she would probably take one look at his big sad eyes and demand that he had to stay for dinner. Then definitely laugh at Lance for all the times he called home to rant about Keith. He'd have to warn Keith not to turn down her cooking, well, Lance had seen Keith eat before, maybe that wasnt a problem..

Suddenly, Keith bit his lip and pulled away his brows furrowed, "Stop thinking so loud."

"What?" Lance said, dumb with kisses.

Keith leaned in again, bumping his nose with Lance's. "Don't think so much."

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lance mcclain and i have a mutual understanding that this is the most beautiful girl in the world thank you very much. he and i are shaking hands.

i don't know how i feel about this piece, but i love allura so its fine. i will probably definitely redraw this eventually because it didn't live up to my expectations but i don't really have the skills to get what i wanted yet.

the perspective is totally weird and i don't like how her clothing came out. the sketch fought me really really hard and i just couldn't get it :/. i also like the concept of the background/allura being the convergence of the multiverse, but i'm not sure i like how it came out. oh well.

i'm battling my own brain in terms of doing real practice, learning forms, lighting, color, etc. quintessential adhd shit where i know i NEED to do it to improve therefore it's the last thing i can actually face doing. love it!

that being said, i LOVE how her face and hair came out. procreate gouache brush remains superior to me for making lovely soft looking skin. its what i use for all of my coloring pretty much!

When she was a kid, and a court official’s child wanted her doll, her mother silently tugged it from her hands and placed it in theirs.

“We are royalty, Allura,” she had murmured, white hair glistening around her face under strong sunlit rays. “What belongs to us must always belong to our people.”

Her mother had seemed so otherworldly and powerful in that moment, gentle and yet unwavering all at once.

Allura knew she’d do anything to be like her, so she bit back her tears and nodded, swallowing the knot in her throat.

Then, the world changed. No, that wasn’t quite right.

The world died.

It blasted into shards too numerous and fragile to count, thrusting her into a deep sleep, and jolting her back just when she was on the cusp of a blissful, silent infinity. Reopening her eyes was like staring into a fluorescent nightmare. Her beloved home, her planet, had expanded in what felt like a day. She had gone from a figure on a rock, hurtling through space like all other living things, to a woman who was meant to see the universe all at once care deeply for every other creature.

Allura recalled her mother. She remembered sweet gentle hands and a tough, steady spirit. With arms wide open, she gave and gave all she had left, which wasn’t much.

First, she gave her castle. The last ties to her family now rested in the trust of five strange, well-meaning but ignorant humans. While the lions weren’t hers to hand over, that castle was, and each memory of her parents it held refused to fade as new ones of the team began sprouting.

Then, she gave her body. When she did finally enter the throes of battle, her strength and stamina advantages were still no match for the might of entire armies. She hid bruised ribs and sore joints from the team, took the occasional cut and scar from avoiding the pods.

Occasionally, mirrors haunt her. Allura still can feel her old body, the way it used to be soft edges and graceful curves. As a princess, she’d been known to slide effervescently across the dance floor.

As a warrior, she breaks.

It only made sense that she would give her mind as well. Though she prefers not to dwell, the nightmares are there. Occasionally, she trembles at a sound or a scent. Goosebumps follow her at every step.

But she keeps stepping forward anyways. No lingering. No hesitation.

So, when the battle reaches its epic climax, when the sounds of clanging and screams drown out every murmuring thing, when Allura can see into that infinity and all its gentle, unwavering light—

—she makes a choice. Isn’t she allowed to be selfish, for once? At last?

Because…

Because for all his foolishness. All his pompous, ridiculous commentary. All his lanky, uncoordinated movements and trite remarks and annoying habits.

Lance McClain is a boy who knows how to love. In her final days, after a lifetime of existing for others, Allura wants. She craves. She hungers for a time, a place, a people who loved her. Lance embodies that, shockingly enough, with his kind eyes and his tall, sure embraces.

Allura knows that her foreshadowed sacrifice will hurt him. When she vanishes from this plane, she wonders if people will call her awful for how she hurt him. Unfortunately, she just can’t help herself.

Despite everything, she’s still scared. And she’d rather have his warm, gentle, loving touch to guide her into that infinity than nothing. She’d like a glimpse of what is promised to her on the other side. Something to make her strong, allow her to slip into false confidence, and stay with her as she takes those final steps.

As she is showered in bright light.

As she hears the otherworldly and powerful.

As the sunlight shimmers down on her.

She turns her face to the warmth, remembering the taste of tears in her honor, knowing she was and will be forever loved. It is peace and it is relief.

i don't think there's anything inherently wrong with drawing or writing boy characters as girls or liking those kinds of fanworks, in fact sometimes i do it myself and quite enjoy it. i also recognize that a significant portion of fandom creators are female and/or lesbian, and are in part likely seeking to project their own identities onto the characters comprising the main yaoi ship (often some of the strongest and most-developed characters from the source media). however when this becomes widespread as a phenomenon i personally cannot help but think of it as a version of (largely) sfw a/b/o - of trying to subvert or vent about the struggles of misogyny via fanworks without addressing the underlying misogyny in the space itself; a way of achieving "women without women".

this is why the fact that these interpretations are usually contextless genderbend alternate universes and rarely explicit specific trans headcanons is particularly significant to me. in my mind, an obvious way to imagine "what if this male character was a woman" would be not to necessarily create an entire alternate universe where this cisgender male is her cisgender female "opposite", but instead to consider the implications of the idea that she was a closeted woman all along, and what effect this would have had on the narrative. however, this necessarily involves confronting misogyny and specifically transmisogyny in the text and in fan spaces, something that many genderbends seem unwilling or unable to do.

10 YEARS OF VLD!!🩷💙❤️🖤💚💛

A whole decade of voltron and this amazing fandom.