Hello!! Can I request a sleepover AU? P L E A S E? It'd kind of be like idk, Shiro is always stealing the blankets or something XD You can do with a s/o or not ^^ Thanks!!!
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I love this???? like a lot????????? this is a wonderful thing that I love and am so fuckin here for
Iâm also unsure if youâre asking for headcanons or like a fic so imma do hcs, lemme know if you want a fic as well!
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Shiro being a total blanket hog
Hunk somehow always pulling food out of nowhere and keeping up the snackies
Lance has wayyyyy to much energy and everyones thankful but also pissed bc of it
Keith is pretending heâs not interested in being there but is secretly thriving
Pidge is either already knocked tf out or trying to get the group to decide on a movie before ultimately just saying fuck you and picking one
Allura has never done a sleepover before and is quite confused as to what to do
âisnât this just normal?? we do this every night donât we?â
ânonono Princess, this is a sleepover, itâs a special human bonding activity. itâs nothing like every other night we spend together.â
Coran is already asleep, with an eye mask, taking up the entirety of one couch by himself
and youâre just hanging out, munching on snacks and chatting with your peoples
I imagine Lance passes out first in the middle of Mulan
(itâs always the loud ones that crash first on me and itâs always in the middle of the first movie smh)
Pidge and Keith are drinking coffee at 3 and discussing conspiracy theories
Shiro is probably trying really hard to stay awake, bless his heart
everyone whoâs awake trying to sneak past sleeping dad shiro to go get ice cream
sleeping dad shiro waking up and scolding them for eating ice cream that late at night
over his own bowl of ice cream, at the kitchen table
pillow fights that started as a funny cliche and ended in a fuckin every person for themself bloodbath
Allura being absolutely ruthless
Keith and you working together to target Lance
(but you were also working with Lance to trap Keith)
and then you double cross both of them with Shiro by your side
Pidge wanted nothing to do with the pillow fight until a pillow smacked the laptop
then it was game on bitches
Hunk trying to dodge moreso than throw bc heâs not a huge fan of violence
also bc he could knock any of them tf out if he didnât pull the throw enough
Coran curled up on his couch peacefully sleeping through all of this
accidentally staying up stupid fuckin late talking into the darkness after everyone finally calmed down and got settled
Hunk is defo the one to ask if anyoneâs still awake after two and a half minutes of quiet
which is followed by Allura cheerfully saying she is, everyone groaning, and someone throwing a pillow at both of them
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Lance would be the first to tell you that thereâs no help in space.
With all of the excitement of finding Shiro, then Blue, and finally being ejected into space and onto a forgin planet only to meet two real, living, breathing aliens, Lance hadnât had time to really think. But once he did, everything came crashing back down on him.
Theyâd been in space for about a month when heâd first messed up. They had been on the training deck for at least four hours and were all waiting on Lance to complete level thirteen of the combat simulation before they could all retire to their rooms. Everyone, even Pidge, had already surpassed the level but there was Lance, panting and getting beaten and bruised by the drill.
The robot knocked Lanceâs bayard out of his hand and swung its sword over its head before bringing the blunt end down on Lanceâs side. The boy fell to the ground with a yelp and still crawled backwards, away from the bot. He heard his fellow teammates sigh and glanced over just in time to meet their disappointed gazes before the bot stomped on his stomach, planting his back to the ground. The bot raised his sword one final time and began to plunge it down toward Lanceâs chest. His eyes widened before he yelled, âEnd training sequence!â The bot disappeared and Lance curled up in a ball, trying to feel out all of his bruising.
Allura stormed down from the control room, completely livid.
âWhat was that, Paladin?â she snarled. Lanceâs eyes widened again as he stared up at her. âYou did not even attempt to destroy it!â she was fuming at this point. Lance began to shake, but an easy smile pulled across his face.
âNah, Princess. Iâm just getting warmed up.â he said, slightly strangled. Everyone rolled their eyes. Lanceâs smile faltered for a moment before regaining its cockiness. Allura shook her head before turning to the other paladins.
âYou can all go to your rooms for the night. Great work today.â she said, clapping her hands once. Everyone turned to leave Lance began to get up and follow them out before her heavy foot came down on Lanceâs fingers. He harshly bit the inside of his cheek before looking up at her, tears threatening to fall.
âNot you.â she said through her teeth. âI will not let your incompetence bring the rest of the team down. You will train until you can complete this level. Is that understood?â he quickly nodded his head, no trace of a smile across his face at all.
She spun on her heel and left Lance alone on the floor.
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It was almost two when Lance finally stumbled into his room, his body aching and bruised. Heâd completed the level but only after being excessively sliced by the simulationâs sharp sword. He grabbed a clean pair of pyjamas and a towel before slipping into his bathroom and running the shower. He stepped in and let the hot water run down his skin, taking dried blood and sweat with it. He didnât notice when the tears started to fall, but he felt when his body began to shake.
He couldnât stop replaying the events of the day over in his head. His failure to complete the level, his failure to make his teammates proud, his failure to live up to the standards of a true paladin- it weighed him down. He was the failure. Everything he did was a complete and utter failure. He just wanted to go home. He could never be a failure in his motherâs eyes. She loved him no matter what. But now hes lightyears away from her and her warm hugs and soothing words.
He might never hear her voice again.
And he broke.
He sobbed loudly. He called for his mamĂĄ. If anyone heard they didnât care enough to knock on his door. He was left alone to wallow in his self hate and cold depression until the water ran cold.
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The next morning, Lance joined everyone at the table with a huge smile on his face.
âG'morning! How did everyone sleep?â he said, sitting down next to Keith who haistily scooted his chair to the end of the table.
âJust fine, Lance.â Hunk said as he placed some food in front of his friend. He looked tired. Lance examined everyone else and came to the same conclusion. He felt anxiety tighten in his stomach as he leant down to pick around at his goo. Soon, Allura and Coran entered the dining room. Coran clapped a hand on the boyâs shoulder, giving a light squeeze as Allura took her seat across from Lance.
âGood morning, paladins.â she greeted before turning to Lance. âDid you manage to complete the level?â
He kept his eyes on his food as he answered. âYes ma'am.â She let out a breath.
âAt least you finally did something right.â she muttured. Lance gripped his fork in his fist, taking in a long breath before letting it go.
âAlright,â he said, a smile lighting up his features again. âIâll see you all at group training later. Iâm going to relax in my room for a bit.â When no one replied, he slowly rose from his seat and walked to his room, the only noise accompanying him was the loud scraping of his chair against the floor.
They all hated him. They all wanted him gone. They would all be so happy to have a strong paladin who followed directions- who wasnât in his damn feelings all the time. He was sure that someone else could pilot blue- someone better. Maybe he could leave in an escape pod and finally go home.
But then he thought of his motherâs dissapointed gaze aimed at him because he abandonded his team. He cringed. On second thought, maybe he should just eject himself out of the airlock. Maybe then heâd finally feel the dread leave him as the oxygen left his body.
He heard a soft knock at the door. At this point he was lying face down on his mattress, fingers interwoven into his hair. He called that heâd be at the door in a minute as he straightened out his clothes and fixed his hair. He answered the door to find Coran. He smiled and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms across his chest.
âCoran, my man. What can I do for you?â Lance grinned. Coran hesitated, but smiled before walking by Lance and into the room. He sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him. Lanceâs smile dimmed slightly, but he closed the door and sat next to the man. Coran took a breath before speaking.
âI was awake last night, running diagnostics on the ship when I heard the strangest noise.â Lanceâs throat went dry. âLance, are you okay?â
The boy kept his gaze trained on the floor. Coran continued softly. âI know Allura was hard on you yesterday, but she just wants the team to be as great as possible.â Coran put an arm around Lanceâs shoulders. âWe all believe in you, you know that right?â And Lance was crying, sobbing into the manâs chest. Coran lightly ran his hand up and down Lanceâs back.
The boy always reminded him of his son back on Altea. He was always so bubbly and happy and caring, but he also knew that the happiest people carried the biggest load.
Lance was completely cried out but he remained in the manâs embrace, relishing in the familar warmth of a hug that he hadnât felt since the Garrison. They stayed like that until group training.
Lance had never performed so well.
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so theres that! i love me some good uncle coran tbh lol so i kinda have an idea for what i want to do with this so if you want more of this just let me know.
other than that, thanks for the overwhelming amount of support on the original piece. you guys literally have no idea how much it means to me. so thanks my dudes
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Keith is stuck in his fears and an unexpected friend help him out. ABO, klance, Mpreg. Now part of a series.
Link to A03 --------------------------http://archiveofourown.org/works/10445832
It was late in the castle, though Pidge often argued that since they were in space any semblance of time was merely a construct, and as such most of its inhabitants were sleeping. Keith however couldnât find the will to close his eyes again after his rather disturbing dream.
Instead he buried his nose into the back of his mates neck and breathed in the scent that was all Lance yet something else as well. The knowledge that Lance was pregnant with his child was still difficult to process, he felt the usual alpha feelings such as pride and the deep urge to never let harm come to his family.
Yet fear was just as present, fear that he would fail as a parent and leave his child wondering why their father didnât love them. Then there was the fear that he would fail as a mate, an idea that had begun to consume him, and the image of the blood soaked Lance from his dream had him tightening his hold on the other.
Sadly the spike in scent had Lance stirring with a grumble, which only made Keith feel guilty for waking his lover when a good nights sleep was increasingly rare for the pregnant omega.
Keith nuzzled into his neck and whispered as soft and even as he could. âDonât worry everythingâs fine. Go back to sleep.â The fact that Lance only gave a brief grunt of acknowledge before falling back asleep was a testament to how exhausted he was.
Slowly getting up, Keith made sure to keep watch on Lance to make sure he didnât wake him and after throwing on a shirt, carefully tiptoed out of the room. Once the door slid closed, he let out a breath he hadnât known he was holding and wrestled briefly with the deep urge to go back in there and hold his mate.
Instead, he forced his feet to walk away from the room, though to where he wasnât sure yet. He was weighing the options of going down to see Red or going to the training deck to let off steam when an energetic voice called out his name.
Turning, he saw Coran with his ever present smile coming over to him. âI wasnât expecting to see anybody wandering about this late after young Pidge went to bed.â Keith had little doubt that Coran was the one responsible for that seeing as how Pidge rarely slept if not told to do so.
After the Altean got a better look and took in his over all disheveled appearance his smile dropped. âGot kicked out of the room again did we? Oh well, donât feel to bad about it. Pregnant Alteans were well known for how vicious they could be and Iâm sure Lance just needs some time to cool down. Unless you complained on his nest again.â
Keith knew from the beginning of their conversation that he was not awake enough for this and as Coran went on he couldnât help but feel vaguely lost. At the mention of a nest, Keith felt the blood rush to his face, âI learned my lesson with that one and no, we didnât get in a fight I just wanted to clear my head a bit and pacing in our room will lead to a fight.â
Coran nodded, knowingly, âI was wondering when they would set in.â At Keithâs blank look he continued. âThe pre-father jitters. After all, dealing with so much stress, only to add being a father to them is a good way to get the jitters. King Alfor had a terrible case before Allura was born.â
It wasnât often that Alfor was brought up voluntarily and the instances he was, gave Keith the impression that Alfor was a strong leader and devoted father with an unshakable mental fortitude.
Coran got that far away look that usually occurred when his former king was brought up while he continued, âyes it was almost humorous back then seeing him at such a loss of what to do, he even went from doting on Queen Alise to rarely spending time with her at all because he didnât want to tell her about the jitters and disappoint her or make her think he wasnât happy being a father. He never did sit down and talk to her about it."
Sadness crept into his tone and by the end, it had Keith trying to figure out how to comfort him.
âWhat happened?â The moment the words left his lips he mentally kicked himself, it was obvious that Coran was upset by whatever had happened and he certainly wasnât equip to help him cope if he broke down.
Coran remained silent and Keith felt that he could have handled him yelling for being insensitive much better then he could handle the silence. As he began to stumble through an awkward apology, Coran cut him off.
âAs it turns out the Queen was suffering through her own jitters. When Alfor began to devote most of his time and energy to Voltron, she fell into a bit of an emotional rut. Iâm ashamed to say that no one noticed her health declining until it was to late. Alfor was naturally beside himself with grief, but the moment young Allura was in his arms something changed about him. He had little experience with children, but he made up for it with love and pure devotion, never once did he allow Allura to think she was responsible for Aliseâs death. Instead he held into that guilt as only his to bear. Most likely until the end as well.â
Coran finished and blinked when he felt hot pricks in his eyes, forcing out a chuckle he wiped his eyes, âitâs been thousandâs of years and I still get emotional thinking about it.â Turning back to face the alpha, Keith could see the conflicting emotions that Coran still dealt with in terms of Alfor and a seriousness that made him subconsciously lean forward to better hear the man.
âNow Lanceâs situation is rather different from what happened with Alise and I wonât claim to understand how exactly a pack works, but if thereâs one thing you should take away itâs this. Honesty in a relationship is the most important thing, even if itâs the most difficult. Iâm sure that Lance is having similar doubts about being a parent and it will help you both to talk about it to each other instead of us. Youâre still young, donât let regret haunt you when you get to be my age.â
It was clear Coran was referring to his relationship with Alfor and his regret on not confessing before that faithful day. Keith nodded, âI will, thank you Coran.â
Coran smiled and nodded, âanytime my friend. Now if youâll excuse me, Iâm off to visit the land of dreams.â
After bidding each other farewell Keith made his way back to his room, digesting all of the information Coran had given him. Before he was ready, he was standing at their door and after taking a deep breath entered, half hoping Lance would still be asleep.
Instead, he found Lance awake and reading some book they had found on some random planet a month back. Keith still didnât know what it was about and Lance seemed to be hiding it from him.
Upon hearing the door close Lance shut the book and quickly dropped it next to the bed. âHey, didnât hear you come in. Whatâs up?â
It was a lame way of asking where he had been and they both knew it, Keith noticed that Lance was resting a hand on his stomach and wondered if the child was being active. âI was talking to Coran, he told me about Queen Alise.â
Lance did nothing to hide his shock, "what? Why did something happen?â He was leaning forward now and his voice dropped down. âDid he tell you Iâm dying?â
Keith raised an eyebrow at the question, âno ones dying. It just kind of came up.â It was a weak excuse but the things Coran had told him felt to private to casually share, so instead he changed the topic.
âAre they active right now?â At the confused look he received he gestured to the omegas hand that had returned to its original place on his stomach. After looking down he apparently got a well aimed kick and rubbed the spot gingerly.
âYeah, woke me up pretty fast. Think they may be stuck because their only kicking in like two places.â
Keith stopped walking to the bed and stared wide eyed at Lance, âcan that happen?â
When Lance started laughing he felt his cheeks turn red and continued walking until he was sitting in bed, âa simple no wouldâve worked.â Despite the words, his heart was racing at hearing his mate laugh and when he saw Lanceâs hand slowly rub the spot he must have been referring to he felt his heart skip a beat.
Holding out his hand uncertainly, he looked at Lance for permission and got a chuckle in response, âyou know, this is your kid too. You can feel whenever you want.â
As he said this, Lance grabbed the outstretched hand and placed it where his had just been. It didnât take long before a firm kick had Keith jumping slightly and smiling up at Lance.
âThat is still so amazing.â He leaned forward and gave his mate a longing kiss that was eagerly returned, until another nudge had them separating.
âItâs a lot less magical when the kid is dancing on your bladder, trust me.â Keith smiled at the comment then remembered the advice Coran had given him.
Leaning back, he made sure to keep eye contact, and once Lance seemed to be listening he took a breath.
