#valawrites

Hi!! 

I really love the Shklance pairing! I am so thirsty for that shipping. So, what about a writing about Lance keeping a secret that he is a witch (like charmed tv show witch magic)  and so is his family.  Also major love with a bottom lance, top Keith, and top Shiro. 

By the way, I am so glad I stumbled upon this tumblr page. My voltron addiction has been satisfied completely!

Anon^^

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I haven’t gotten on in a while due to my spark for writing Voltron isn’t as strong as it used to be. But I do love this idea so I’ll give it a shot. ❤️❤️💙💙🖤🖤

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Lance was having a hard time hiding it from his partners anymore. Magic was a constant thing in his life and so were Shiro and Keith. The way they treated him was just so special, he didn’t want to ruin it with them figuring out his secret.

It was something he kept hidden from everyone and anything except his family. Since his family was also magic it was nice to visit them, which he had been doing more recently as a secret way to use his powers more frequently. He would sometimes slyly use them around his partners with a slight of his hand and a whisper of a spell but it was becoming harder.

They seemed to be thinking something was up with him visiting his family so often. Lance really was struggling to keep his magic in check around them especially when he would use his magic subconsciously with strong emotions. Finally they were going to find out, not in the best way.

Lance was heading out, his fingertips literally starting to spark with unused magic and power. As headed out he called back, “I’m leaving now! I’ll be back soon!”

As he reached for the door he was stopped by Keith.

“Where are you going this time? You keep leaving to go visit your parents almost two times a day now? Is something wrong?” Keith spoke as he grabbed Lances hand gently.

Lance shivered, his magic almost bursting at the seams. The touch from Keith made his heart pound and his magic pulse and become hard to control. Shiro came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder gently.

“Yeah. Are you alright? Is everything okay at home?”

Lance shivered and nodded, answering, “I’m fine. I just enjoy visiting my family a lot. You guys know how much I love my siblings and parents.”

Shiro and Keith shared a questioning look as Lance seemed to be almost close to shaking with energy.

“Are you sure? You keep leaving whenever we start being emotional and lovey dovey. Are you sure you’re okay? Are we going to fast or making you uncomfortable?” Shiro asked, rubbing Lance’s back gently.

The touch made sparks go down his spine, magic just dancing in every vein and nerve as he tried to calm himself down. “I’m good, I just wanna visit my parents”

Keith’s grip tightened a slight bit on his hand as he spoke, “Are you sure? You always leave us whenever we start getting closer and cuddling. It’s frustrating. Are we scaring you off? Do you have someone else?”

Lance felt as if a fire was bursting from his skin as he heard Keith speak.

“I don’t have anyone! I have both of you! Why would I find someone else or leave!”

His magic starting to burst from his finger tips as he got frustrated.

“I love you guys! Why would I do something like that?? You know I love you guys!”

“Then why do you always leave when we try to kiss you or do anything with you like that?” Keith asked, exasperated and obviously frustrated.

“Calm down Keith,” Shiro said as he put a hand on top of Keith’s that was onto Lance’s.

“We trust you Lance, but the way you act is almost like you don’t want to be loved by us,” Shiro said as he tried to diffuse the situation.

“I do!” Lance bursts out, magic finally bursting from his body as the lights flickered and a blue energy erupted from his skin as he heaved breath from his lungs.

“I do! I just want to protect you guys!” He says, pulling his hand from there’s and waving it out, lights flickering again and house shivering with energy.

Keith and Shiro both startled stare at him for a moment and look to one another. Lance is breathing heavy and struggling to control his restless power as he tries to breathe.

“I just can’t control myself and I don’t wanna scare you away! I don’t wanna hurt you or you two to hurt me,” Lance puts his hands on either side of his head and closes his eyes as he tries to calm himself. His body pulsing with magic and power as Keith and Shiro slowly come to terms with what is happening.

“You have magic Lance?” Keith says bluntly, reaching out to put a hand on Lance’s again.

Lance meekly nods as his finger tips shake with power. Keith puts a hand on top of his and pulls him into a hug.

“Why’d you hide it from us? You really think that we would be scared off by your magic?” Shiro asked as he took Lance’s other hand in his.

“Yes.. I can’t control it when I get strong emotions so whenever you guys would become lovey dovey or give me affection I just get so energetic and my magic is uncontrollable.”

Shiro and Keith smile to one another and pull him into a hug.

“We would never be scared off by you Lance, we love you.”

Lance opens his eyes to look at Shiro and Keith. He looks almost on the edge of running away from them. After a moment he seems to calm down a bit and lean into the hug more.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. We are both definitely sure of that, isn’t that right Keith?”

“Yes. Why would you think we were so worried about what was going on with you. Come on and cuddle us now and calm down”

Lance smiles meekly and nods, allowing the two to lead him back to their shared room and pull him into their cuddle pile between them. He relaxed a bit, magic dancing along his fingertips as they cuddled him and watched.

“Thank you. I love you guys.”

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Lance was confused. He did his best. He gave his all. Every time his friends were upset he gave them everything. He gave them attention and anything they asked for.

When they wanted something? He got it for them. He thought about them while shopping and normally bought them more stuff than he bought for himself.

Yet he always ended up the same. Used and bruised. A plastic bag to carry emotional baggage only to be dumped on the side of the road when he became full. It hurt. Giving them all he could give only to be thrown away.

Never once did he get a thanks, never getting anything in return. It made him hurt but he still couldn’t stop caring and giving his all despite being thrown away so many times.

Despite all he emotional trauma he held and all the thoughts he had he still felt empty. As if his whole body was hollow and he was nothing.

Slowly over time the emotions built up, pressing into his mind like a water slamming against a dam barely holding up. His brain barely letting him rest.

It always ended up the same, being used and being thrown away. Being left alone with no one to turn to, no “friends” to talk to, no affection from anyone.

It was a little routine. Find someone he thought he could trust, let them get close to him, but never telling his true emotions to them. Always being vented to, them somehow one little mistake he made was the end of the world and he was left behind again.

The dam was cracking and breaking slowly each time the routine was repeated. He was tired, lonely, and wanted to just lay down and sleep. He was so so tired. He was tired of thinking.

Thinking no one cared. Thinking that no one wanted him. That they all hated him. That he was a fuck-up. That he was disposable. That he was worthless.

He was so very tired. Yet he refused to sleep. He refused to stop keeping his eyes open and awake.

Somehow he found his team in his bleary state. They gave him hope. Gave him love. It was a long process, but he began to get better. Those many scars slowly fading with the thoughts he used to think of.

He was wanted, he was loved, he was needed. He was worth the world. It took a while but finally he found his happiness. His hope. It was worth not taking those chances he had to just rest and finally lose himself to sleep.

It got better. It took so long. But finally he wasn’t empty. He wasn’t a dam so close to breaking it hurt. He was full of love and affection, overflowing the dam but it was fine. It made his life so much better. Those words they told him of “it gets better” became true. He was changed. He was better. He was needed. He was Lance.

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This is to those of you. You know who you are. The ones who are so close to breaking. The ones handling depression or another form of mental illness that causes you to struggle. It gets better. It does. Maybe I’m saying that because it hasn’t for me and this ficlet was a way to give me hope.

But I want those to give you hope as well. These problems you’re dealing with? They can be fixed. If they can’t be fixed easily, all you can do is do your best to try and help that problem. If it persists and maybe messes something up, it’ll be fine then. Because you tried your hardest.

His love was like flames, seeming gentle and wispy, never strong enough to last forever. The fire was blown out only to be ignited by another person yet again. His love was dangerous, burning passion and desire.

He couldn’t stop the burning of his love or the strength of his desire. His jealousy was angry flames burning you if you even got close. He was possessive, his loving flames enveloping those he falls for. They got scared, afraid to get too close to the sun, not wanting to burn.

They didn’t know that those same angry flames are sweet, cradling the one he loves in a warmt so they’re never cold or burned by his passion burning too bright.

From glances he seemed to burn, being the sun that attracted Icarus too close and burned him. Up close he was a sweet campfire cracklings and growing stronger with each sweet word fueling his love.

He kept his flames around himself, keeping others away as every time he grew excited his flames burst into happy dances. The fire curling and dancing around him with the thoughts of the one he loved and wanted.

Not once would he let anyone get too close. Afraid to hurt them by getting to close to them and burning. Afraid to scar them forever or make their lives so sweltering with heat they were unable to stand it.

He was bright, the sun. Burning so passionately. How he wished for someone who could stand his desire and love that scorched those who do him wrong. His eyes bright with emotions swirling within him, almost as heated as his love and passion.

How was it his fault his love was this way. He couldn’t love the same as someone else. His love and desire suffocating his lover with blinding smoke. No one being able to push past his burning outside to get to the sweet gentle candle light inside.

Inside his love was as gentle and sweet as candlelight. Coating everything in a warm glow and never burning out of control, gentle dancing and burning happily. He was afraid his burning love and passion on the outside would burn someone, and make them afraid of the light he held.

He thought he was dangerous and too burning hot for anyone. Even so he thought that, those around him long enough grew to know the candlelight he was truly. They wanted to protect him from the slightest wind that might blow him out and disappear.

His love was rejected yet again, his candlelight blowing out and his heart burning as if it was thrown into a hellfire, burning so strong and hot that it would scar and destroy anything. It hurt, he was being destroyed by this love for the wrong person.

As his fire dimmed he seemed washed out, plain and not even a real flame burning so brightly as he had before. He seemed so broken, afraid and watered down. Only for his eyes to catch his true love for the first time. His fire lit instantly and began to grow. He was in love with someone as graceful and gentle as water.

Someone to combat his fire. They were smooth and danced with him and his fire so easily without getting burned or afraid. He was so weak for this love, his passion burning bright again. Those around him happy he found Love yet again.

His love being as smooth but powerful as water, easily adapting to whatever need be and letting the love of his sun burn bright, letting his water steam and warm up from the cold almost icy way it was before.

He was in love with the sun as the sun was in love with him. They contrasted each other perfectly. Keeping each other in line and letting their love burn and flow with the same strength. Not once was his water burned off of the fire extinguished by the strong flows of deep blue love.

It was a perfect balance. It was impossible to be apart, when apart their feelings almost too strong for those around them. Together the diminished each other’s love at the same time it made it grow stronger. Keeping their love in perfect balance of burning passion and flowing love.

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I suddenly got inspired by a song and I just had to write something about it. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about this little ficlet. Btw if you didn’t pick up it was Klance! From Keith like perspective and a little bit of angst. But In the end it was happy. I kind of also want to make a Shklance one of these. But I don’t know. Would you guys like to see that version of this.

Those one was where It was where Keith(fire) was in love with Shiro and Shiro disappeared, making his love go away and heart to hurt. Keith met Lance (water) and he was in love yet again and they just marched one another perfectly despite their strong personalities and emotions they balanced one another out. Hope you guys liked it!!

It had surprised even Lance himself that he was Galra. They all had been chosen as Paladins for Voltron because they were aliens. Shiro and Keith are half Altean(They are related to Allura and Coran. They figured it out through a DNA test), Hunk is Balmera, and Pidge is Olkari.

When Lance told them he was Galra they were surprised quite a bit. They thought maybe he was a Mer or even Altean but not Galran. It had been a really harsh surprise for Allura and Coran. They didn't trust Lance as much as they used to which hurt Lance. It took a bit but slowly they began to trust him again and made it up to him for how they had acted to him.

Shiro and Keith were pleasantly surprised honestly, they had wanted Lance In their relationship for a long time and having another Altean would be a bit stressful with all their dominant personalities.

Despite Keith and Shiro kept flirting and coming on to Lance, the poor oblivious boy did not notice it at all. Honestly, he was not observant to when people actually liked him back. He did really love Keith and Shiro, but his own mental problems held him back from being confident enough to ask about it.

It was not uncommon for relationships to be between three people so that worry for Lance was non-existent. His main worry was rejection, he hated rejection. He had asked many girls out before and each time he was rejected heartlessly. It crushed his confidence with relationships and his anxiety destroyed his hope for love.

It had been a while since Shiro and Keith began pampering Lance without his notice to their actions. Lance found stuffed animals, blankets, clothes, and sometimes jewelry in his room or in blue. As he continued to gather them he was wondering on who kept giving him the presents. He asked around the castle and everyone said they didn’t know. It bewildered Lance as he tried to figure it out by himself.

Finally he figured out that two certain half Alteans were trying to pamper him. He was confused and was not sure why they wanted him. He was Galra, the species they were fighting against, and he was Lance. No one ever wanted to date Lance usually. It took a while but he finally gave in and said yes to them, them being very persistent about wanting to try and have him in their relationship.

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“I mean it took you about three months to figure out who was giving you gifts Kitten,“ Shiro commented as Lance looked at him with a dramatic accused gasp.

"First off rude, and I’m not the one who said "Hey I like your face” when I was asking someone out,“ Lance retorted, bringing Keith into it. Keith sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I’m not in this, leave me out of it all,” Keith said as he ran his fingers through Lance’s thick hair. His fingers rubbed behind his ears and instantly Lance relaxed and fell into him.

“Why must you be so comfortable Keith?” Lance whined as he snuggled more into Keith with a sigh. Keith chuckled, rumbling underneath Lance’s ear, making him start putting happily.

Keith smiled and looked to Shiro with a soft smile on his lips.

“Come on over or are you still brooding about the argument that Lance completely forgot about?”

Shiro huffed and joined the little cuddle puddle, beaming happily.

“You two are insufferable with your cuteness,” Shiro said as he wrapped his arms around the two gently as to not startle the cute purring boy in Keith’s lap.

“We may be the death of you one day. Lance might cuddle and purr you to death,” Keith teased, poking Shiro’s arm gently.

The two laughed and then instantly hushed as Lance groaned quietly and cuddled closer, sighing softly as he fell back into deep sleep

Subconsciously they had held their breath as Lance stirred, after he settled down they let out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to wake up such cute sleeping kittens??” Keith joked with a smirk.

Shiro rolled his eyes and held his two boyfriends closer. “Stop teasing and take a nap. You never sleep unless we’re all together,” he said with a smile as Keith nodded sleepily.

“I love you two so much.”

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Yup. Can do. Honestly it’s one of my favorites that I’ve come up with. I love langst. It’ll be kind of tooth rotting fluff after all the langst. (This’ll take after Shiro was gone but they got him back. But the stress from the incident not gone yet)

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Lance didn’t know what had started the “argument”, all he knew was that he was pissed. Keith just had to run his mouth all the damn time. All the time. Even if Lance was doing his best to be useful to his boyfriend and his team. They had been doing great as a couple so far. But the stress from being cooped up for so long making everyone grumpy.

“No wonder you’re so fucking useless all the time,” Keith remarked, pushing Lance by his shoulders since he was so close and it made Keith angrier. Keith really didn’t mean it, but Lance was just so frustrating. So full of himself but he couldn’t do one simple thing right at times. He loved Lance, but the things he used to find endearing were starting to frustrate him more and more.

Lance felt his heart crack at the comment, biting the inside of his cheek. The metallic taste of blood coating his tongue as he bit into it harder. He pushed Keith back, anger covering his usually happy go lucky features that were on his face. “Maybe if you weren’t such a hot head then maybe you could actually have protected Shiro when he disappeared,” he growled back, it was a low blow. Lance knew that.

Keith’s eyes darkened and his mouth thinned into a straight line. Lance’s stomach dropped as he saw the look on his face. He had seen it so many times. On his ex’s faces and his parents faces as he told them he was Bi before he left for the Garrison. His heart’s pace picked up as adrenaline flushed throughout his body.

Keith was seeing red by now, Lance knew he hated what had happened. Then he had to bring it up, especially right now. A small growl rumbled In his chest as his body moved on its own. He swung straight for Lance.

Lance saw how Keith’s muscles contracted and his glare seemed to tear deep into his heart. As he saw the punch coming he prepared himself like he used to. His old habit of flinching and seizing up whenever someone moved too fast towards him or lashed out their arms quickly. His scrunched his face up and his body stiffened as his breathing quickened. He was waiting for it. The similar feeling of pain flashing against his skin and sending him tumbling backwards and tears rising up to his eyes. Though it never came. Slowly he opened his eyes to see Keith’s fist stopped an inch or so away from his face. His eyes wide in obvious surprise and realization as to what Lance’s reaction was. Lance deflated, not wanting to spill about his past. He couldn’t, especially not with Keith. Keith who “hated him” at times.

Keith was surprised by Lance’s reaction. It was terrifying. Realization sunk into his gut and tightened his chest as he knew that Lance would have never reacted that quickly if he hadn’t seen that scenario before many times. His hand uncle cues from the tight fist he had it in and he slowly relaxed. Worry bubbling up his theist as he looked at Lance, who was looking at Keith with the most terrified look. That look stung Keith’s heart and could probably end even the worst battles.

Lance was shaking, afraid of Keith. Afraid of what Keith was going to do. “Oh my god… Lance..” he whispered and looked at him sadly. Slowly he carefully gathered a shaking Lance up into his arms. “I’m so sorry. Lance. Baby..” he whispered. Lance let out a choked sob as tears gathered in his eyes. He didn’t have to explain to Keith of what had happened in his past because Keith knew his reaction from experience.

Oh yes. My friend used to have migraines so i know they suck super bad.

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Lance usually had migraines when he was super stressed out. It just happened and it made him absolutely sick. Sometimes vomiting when it was a really bad migraine. At times he would just take a nap for about three hours after vomiting up what he had eaten and crying until he was exhausted.

The tears just came out without him wanting them to, the pain forcing a reaction out of him. After breakfast with the team a migraine hit him hard. He gagged at the feeling of the throbbing and stinging pain. Lance barely coherently made it to his room and threw up in a small bin.

Groaning he crawled into bed, curling up as his head throbbed. He had dimmed the lights and kept his eyes shut. His head began pounding as the alarm for a mission went off. Crying out he sat up, the sound and light making his head feel crushed. Sighing he somehow managed to drag himself out of bed and into his armor.

As he stumbled along the way to the control room he tried to collect himself. Allura’s booming voice only made his situation worse. “Lance! You’re late again! Even longer today. If this had been a real mission imagine how bad that would have been for the universe, to be missing an essential part of Voltron!”

Lance groaned and pressed the heel of his hand to his eye. It hurt but somewhat alleviated the throbbing when distracted by other pain. “Sorry Princess,” he said in resignation, unable to find the energy to be sassy.

This surprised the team and Allura but she brushed it off. “Don’t let it happen again,” she said and turned around and pointed to a small area of floating rocks in the holographic space map. “You’ll be maneuvering through here today, as a unit,” She said, beaming proudly at her plans.

“Got it, lets go team,” Shiro said, not wasting a moment to slow down just a little bit. Lance groaned underneath his breath, somehow managing to find his way to Blue. She purred sweetly but that just made Lance’s head pound even more. “Sorry baby, today isn’t a good day, got a migraine again..” he whispered, dimming the lights the best he could in Blue’s cockpit.

Sighing he felt his head throb as the team began speaking through the comms as they took off. Blue sent waves a comfort through him, not daring to try and talk with Lance as to not hurt him more. Lance could feel himself getting worse and worse with each passing moment they flew. His hands were sweaty and slippery on the controls and bile kept rising up his throat.

Lance managed to swallow it back down but when Blue collided with an asteroid, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He threw up without warning, tears streaming down his cheeks as he gagged and dry heaved when he was done. The smell made Lance scrunch up his nose and he looked at the controls blearily. “Fuck,” he said and just then Keith had to talk.

“Lance what the hell!? You’re supposed to stay in formation!” Keith called out, making Lance’s head throb more. He rubbed his fingers underneath his eyes, pain behind his eyes and on his neck. His nose felt like it had been stuffed with cotton.

“Shit, man I can’t,” he croaked out somehow, theist burning from the stomach acid he had heaved up.

Keith’s tone turned worried and concerned. “Lance are you alright?”

“Just peachy my man…” Lance managed out as tear kept running down his cheeks. “I can’t breathe through my nose, my head is pounding to no end and I just love the smell of throw up,” he remarked, irritated like usual during his migraines.

“Damn, Lance lets go back,” Shiro said, not liking the idea of seeing Lance like that. Lance just hummed and leaned back in his chair, head pounding. “I’ll just take a nap here real quick..” he mumbled.

He was exhausted, he had barely even managed to train due to his migraine. Lance hates holding back the team usually but today he just couldn’t anymore.

“Lance? Lance!” Keith cried out, not getting s response. “Damn, Shiro we’ll have to drag him back. I think he passed out,” he commented and helped Shiro carry Blue back to the castle.

Keith helped bring Lance out, the smell inside Blue making him wanna get sick himself. “We’ll have to clean that up, or else it’ll dry and stain, Hunk commented offhandedly. The other paladins groaned at the idea of having to clean that up.

“We’ll figure that out but for now Lance needs to be cleaned up and a comfortable place to sleep,” Shiro said in a comforting voice. They agreed as Keith carried Lance away to get him cleaned up. They felt a bit guilty that they hadn’t caught the signs of Lance not feeling well, but when Lance woke up he didn’t blame any of them.