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alright, last piece from There's Nothing In My System (So I'm Feeling What I Feel for You) - the amazingly fun collab between @still--kicking and yours truly â
did this as a surprise and Julia's reaction was the best thing haha
alright story time: when I first read the kiss scene, I was in hysterics!! and I was at work - foolish decision. so mind thoroughly klanced, I had to get it out of my system, which resulted in this scrunkly-ass doodle in my break... I did not want to include it in the fic, but Julia convinced me and seeing the comments on the fic, it's been worth it lol. so here you go as well
Pidge never considered Lance and Hunk her friends.
Classmates, sure. Maybe even acquaintancesâbeing tied to them as a teammate leads them to spend plenty of time outside of the mandatory school hours together. The association is a nuisance at most. Lance is loud, snarky, and bold. He begs for attention that puts Pidgeâs plans at risk time and time again. Hunk is the wild opposite. His cowardice and paranoia twinges Pidge with irritation and seeps anxiety into her late night ventures to collect data.
Canât they stay put? Canât they function well? Lanceâs starry eyes are always fixed on some ridiculous prizeâone day, a girlâs attention, another, Keith Koganeâs scores. Pidge doesnât even know Hunk well enough to learn his aspirations. He seems keen on a meticulous line of mechanical engineering that his shaky hands and scattered brain disagree with. It shouldnât matter to her. So what if Pidge got stuck with a lousy team? They are a means to an end. Once she gets to space, theyâll be long forgotten.
The two idiots Hunk and Lance will be long left behind.
But for now, they tear up Pidgeâs free time like unfed, scavenging vultures. Lance keeps dragging her to late night parties and snarking about the stick up her ass every time she slips away. Hunk will peer over her shoulder whenever she monitors the Garrisonâs radio transmissions in their shared dormitory. When she shut her laptop in a hurry, Lance cackles that he interrupted her porn. Iverson lashes out at them because of their inadequacy and Pidge ends up on the receiving end of his fiery wrath despite holding up her end of the team.
Itâs tiresome. Itâs frustrating. She has so much work to do, so much, and now she has been dumped with what? Babysitting two near adults? Entertaining them?
Her brother and father are out there, somewhere in the vast reaches of space, unreachable and untraceable. Dead, maybe. Itâs been months since their disappearance. Should they be anywhere near their spacecraft, their rations will have run out by now. The power of several crucial ship components will have died. They, along with Takashi Shirogane, will be left with nothing but their suits and minimal oxygen. Tools that arenât meant to keep life sustained in outer space.Â
They must be dead.
Itâs very probable.
The paths of different events all vary. Their ship mightâve exploded, leading to an immediate death. There couldâve been a collision or an issue with pressure levels or a fire or a power outage. Or they might be just fine, without signal, and on their way back. They mightâve gotten a disease or entered a warp in space-time. They couldâve made contact with extraterrestrial life. Or, god forbid, the Garrison has abandoned them, leaving them stranded with malicious intent.
No matter what, their chances of survival are low.
It pains Pidge to think of. She doesnât even have the privacy to cry herself to sleep at night about it. Her eyes remain rubbed raw and hugged by dark circles that grow more sallow and sunken by the day. She ignores the missing posters her mother has put up for her. Have you seen Katelyn Holt? She turns the other way.
Pidge tunes out the whole world. Chatty Lance and nervous Hunk, angry professors and egotistical commanders, worried family members and the suspicious police. Her old dog who mustâve picked up on the emptying house. Her high school that she ditched for good. Her name, gender, and identity.
Pidge tosses it all away. She will get to space. She will find her family.
Itâs only when sheâs tumbled into the back of a sentient robot lion with her team, a stranger, and pilot Takashi Shirogane does she realize how big of a leap towards her goals sheâs taken. This is her chance. Lance dangles a golden ticket in front of her and she snatches it out of his hands. Pidge watches the ground go distant as he pulls the lever in the Blue Lion.
She never wouldâve thought that itâd be Lance and Hunk, her idiot teammates, whoâd bring her here.
Itâd do her some good to be grateful. But here they are, goofing off, andâwhatâs this Voltron that everyoneâs talking about? Pidge doesnât have the time for such a large responsibility. If the princess could point a swift finger at her and call her a paladin, then she could find any new pilot for the Green Lion because Pidge is shackled to another commitment.
No one else thinks the same way. Lance and Hunk are staying. Shiro, her main lead, is staying. Keith, who had many angry words for her announcement of departure, is also staying.
Sheâs the odd one out.
Sheâs going to be searching all by herself in this unknown space.
All aloneâŚ
Then, the Castle gets attacked. Sheâs staying. Lance gets injured. Sheâs staying, guaranteed, but sheâs not sure why her heart cries for him; she barely knows him.
Hunkâs lips tremble in the aftermath. His hands clench and unclench and he paces with no direction. Pidge pats him on the back while they wait for Lance to wake in the pod. Her sympathy bleeds towards him too.
Itâs hard to explainâshe hasnât had friends before. Matt is her friend, but heâs her brother and heâs not even here. Heâs missing.
Pidge knows thatâs what this is: friendship. This is the olive branch, no matter how ridiculous looking and shaped, that sheâs been neglecting for the sake of putting work first. She thought thereâs no room in her life for friends, not now for certain and not friends who are soâŚdistracting.
But Hunk ruffles her hair and gives suggestions for her prison detection program. Lance makes jokes that have actual humorous valueâPidge catches herself laughing at a few, to her dismay and his glee. They watch her back in battle. They vouch for her in discussions and they race around searching for Samuel and Matthew Holt without her having to explain the depth of her desperation. This thing is newâthis lack of loneliness. This genuine camaraderie. Pidge finds herself wondering if the two of them wouldâve given her this much heart and vigor had she opened up to them at the Garrison. She thinks, yes. They wouldâve been there for her the same, whether on ground or in space. And she would do the same for them.
Because they are friends.
For my dear friend elli's (@bluemantics) event. Prompt: Garrison Trio
I really wanted to participate earlier but work really had me on my knees, thankfully that led me to see @yuutsunaoi-writes's last submission (as of now, damn you DO write like you are running out of time) and the oportunity presented itself, it was love at first crackle
hope i can get excused for my little artistic liberty with keith's dialogue and the rushed results, yada yada
everybody go check it out!
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Thank you all so much for 700 followers!! To celebrate, I thought it might be fun to host a collaborative art & writing event. Itâs been a challenging time for the fan content community due to AI & spam commenting, so we should support each other!!
RULES:
WRITERSâ
Create a piece based on one or more of the following prompts (all themes I adore, obviously):
Lance and Keith get in a disastrous situation. Itâs a little funny, but also a little terrifying.
Red paladin & black paladin dynamics
Post-canon klance reconciliation (bonus points for Kosmo)
Found family Voltron team dynamics
Garrison Trio
Princess Allura & duty/loyalty
PLEASE keep all pieces between 500-2.5K words. Youâre welcome to post on Ao3, Tumblr, or Instagram, but please tag me somehow! Use the hashtag #bluemantics700.
ARTISTSâ
To enter, make art based on one of the above writer prompts!
OR: make art based on a submitted fanfic! I love this option because it increases community in vld fandom â¤ď¸ if you choose this, please tag the author in your post!
Feel free to post on Tumblr & Instagram and tag me! Also please use the hashtag #bluemantics700.
I will repost ALL entries to my Insta story/main Tumblr account. The UPDATED DEADLINE is September 9th! If I didnât repost your work, please DM me.
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@missmullet and I worked together to make a submission for the bluemantics700 event to congratulate her on this amazing follower milestone !!! @bluemantics you bring such wonderful and uplifting energy to this fandom and you deserve all the love and support <33 I hope you like what we came up with!! (sorry I failed the word count, I swear I did my best lol ilyyy đ đ)
Thereâs Nothing in My System (So Iâm Feeling What I Feel for You) is up now on AO3, complete with multiple drawings from the one and only missmullet !!!
Summary: Keith and Lance get stung by one of two bugs: either a mostly-harmless lovebug, or a bug whose venom has no symptoms until sting victims drop dead fourteen hours later. When they insist they feel no different after being stung, the entire team assumes Keith and Lance have fourteen hours left to live. The boys are forced to await their shared fate in quarantine while the rest of the team scrambles to make an antidote in time.
congrats on the 700 followers, @bluemantics!!!đ𼰠here's my entry, the disastrous but little funny situation prompt gave me the perfect excuse to write this trope hehe. congrats again, and enjoy!!!
It starts like any other supply run â getting into ratty clothes over their armor so they blend into the crowd and don't stick out like a sore thumb, touching down on a swap moon in a stolen Galra pod, looking around the stalls and stores for the parts Coran requested and the other essentials on their list like food. It's a standard, easy mission. That is, until Lance bumps into someone and his cape twists open, exposing his pristine, white-blue armor.
The air freezes for a moment, a hush falling over the previously loud and bustling market; everyone's staring at them with varying degrees of hostility. Even if this particular swap moon isn't under Galra territory, the Empire loves putting a price on their heads, and these guys wouldn't hesitate to turn them in for a nice, thick wad of cash. Lance gulps and he's pretty sure it could be heard two streets over.
One of the vendors breaks the silence, pointing a gnarly finger at him. "Grab him!"
"Fuck." Keith grabs Lance's hand. "Run!"
They bolt in the opposite direction of the charging crowd, dodging stalls and dazed onlookers, Keith pulling Lance behind him. They run until they can't hear the shouts of the mob behind them, and dart down an alley to catch their breath and check which way their pod is.
Lance braces himself on his knees as he pants â they're all in great shape, but generally they don't have to sprint for minutes on end. Sweat slides from his forehead down his nose, dripping to the ground; Keith is in no better shape.
The whole situation is so ridiculous that Lance can't help but laugh; once he starts, though, there's no stopping and he knows that there's a hint of hysteria in his tone.
"What the hell," he wheezes out between two fits of laughter, gasping for air.
Keith just looks at him, his eyebrow arched. "Beats me, but we need to circle back, the pod is on the other side of the market."
That sobers up Lance quickly. "Great."
They're about to leave the alley when Keith suddenly grabs him, pressing him against the wall between two stacks of crates, his hand on Lance's mouth. He's so, so close to Lance that his breath ghosts over Lance's face, and even through all the layers of clothing, Lance can feel how tense Keith is.
Lance isn't sure that the way his heart hammers wildly in his chest is because of the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He shoots a confused look at Keith, and for the first time Lance notices the small flecks of purple in the dark greys of his eyes; the length of his dark eyelashes; the way his bangs fall into his eyes; the way the scar on his face has a slight purple tint to it.
Keith leans even closer, whispering into his ear, making Lance break out in goosebumps. "I heard something from the left, stay quiet." Lance simply nods.
They stay like that for a while, and Lance is acutely aware of every single inch of Keith's: his right hand still warm over his lips while the left grips his hip; Keith's leg between his; his breath ruffling the strands of hair near his ear; their chests pressed together.
Keith cocks his head to the right, his eyes flitting around as he tries to listen for any suspicious noise â he seems to deem it safe enough, because he moves away. Lance already misses his warmth, which is⌠strange. It hits him like a ton of bricks, right then and there, in the middle of a dirty alley; yet it all makes so much sense suddenly. It explains so, so much.
"Are you okay?" Keith frowns at him.
Lance looks at him, hoping his face isn't as red as it feels. "What do you mean?"
"You're allâŚ" Keith gestures at him vaguely, "red."
It just makes him all the more red in the face. "Yeah. Peachy. All good. Never better. Let's go." He starts walking towards the main road and leaves Keith behind.
Not that he can â Keith lunges after him and grabs his wrist, turning him around. "Lance."
Keith's eyes are piercing into his soul, unwinding him from the inside out, searching for something. There's something unguarded in his look, something soft and fond; and yeah, Lance might have just figured it out, but⌠this is not necessarily new. So he yanks Keith close, and crashes his lips against his.
If Keith is surprised, he doesn't show it, just starts kissing back like his life depends on it; it makes Lance's toes curl. He buries his free hand in Keith's hair, and pulls him even closer. There's not much he notices other than the way Keith's lips move on his, the way he presses against his chest.
They break apart when someone shouts behind them, and Lance is still a little dazed when Keith starts pulling him down the alley.
"We're continuing this when we get back to the pod, right?"
Keith throws a smirk over his shoulder; were Lance not running for his life right now, he might have gotten a little weak in the knees seeing it aimed at him. "Run faster and find out."
