âSomewhere at the bottom of the ocean
I am floating past the algae,
the whale bones, so pretty,
but my body
still won't make the grade...â
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âSomewhere at the bottom of the ocean
I am floating past the algae,
the whale bones, so pretty,
but my body
still won't make the grade...â

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A Step Forward
I DID IT
Like, I couldnât not do it after that scene, like, no. So, here! Enjoy!
Rated: T; Ship: Katt (either romantic or platonic)
SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4 FINALE; READ AT OWN RISK
[AO3]
The ship touches down and before the door can open completely Matt pushes through, heart still in his mouth, blood rushing in his ears.
He knows heâs okay, he knows heâs been saved (by their enemy, what the actual fuck, when he was right there he should have been the one that helpedâ) but he canât emotionally process it; not until he can see with his own two eyes that Keithâs alive and safe and breathing.
He pushes past his friends without apology or excuse, brushes past Pidge and the rest of the paladins (who had cheered after Keith almost died and he shouldnât blame them he knows he shouldnât be angry at them they didnât know but stillâ) and heâs the first to reach Keithâs side, to arrive by the lone hijacked Galra ship thatâs been half destroyed. The door opens and Keith comes out of it on unsteady feet, Blade of Marmora suit as sleek and black as the night, contrasting sharply with his pale skin. His hood is down, so Matt can see his expression without problemâlips bloodless and tightly pressed together, eyebrows drawn in worry.
And the worst thing is, Matt knows the worry isnât even remotely linked with his own situation.
âShiro? Whereâs Lotor?â Keith says into his communicator.
Of course. Of-fucking-course. Of course the stupid, self-sacrificing idiot would be most concerned with the location of their enemy than the fact that he almost died.
Matt snarls. âWho the fuck cares where Lotor is?â The words are rough and angry, tinted with fear and concern that Matt does not care to hide. Keith startles and looks up, gray-blue eyes widening in surprise as they connect with Mattâs.
âMatt, whatâ?â
âWhat the fuck were you thinking?â He isnât quite sure when he got so close to Keith, but both hands are now on his shoulders, shaking him a bit. His eyes roam over his face, cataloging every twitch, every spot of dirt. âAre you okay? Youâre not hurt? Fuck, donât. Don't you ever do that ever again.â
His hands are no longer on Keithâs shoulders. They are on his arms, on his forehead, running through his hair, down his neck, cupping his cheeks, making sure that he is, in fact, as uninjured as he seems to be.
Keith is like a frozen statue, barely breathing. His eyes are blown so wide and thereâs such a lost look in them that Mattâs heart breaks.
âI donâtâI meanââ
âYou almost died, Keith. Youââ Matt closes his eyes and tilts his head back, trying to keep the tears he can feel prickling at his eyes at bay. Thereâs no use. They roll down his cheeks when he looks down again, making Keithâs eyes widen even more. Matt tries to smile, but itâs a tremulous, fragile thing thatâs more a grimace than anything else. âYou tried to sacrifice yourself.â He swallows. âWhy?â
âI didnâtââ
âWhy, Keith.â
Keith snaps his mouth shut, and then there is a moment of silence in which it seems that heâs not going to answer. His eyes are shining, though, fiery and defiant and full of stubbornness.
Matt waits.
A tic, two, and thenâKeithâs shoulders slump; he averts his eyes. âIt was the only way. The team, the blade, the coalition⌠everyone would have died if the weapon wasnât destroyed. AndâŚâ His eyes find Mattâs again. He straightens his spine, juts out his chin. âI was the only one who could do something about it. So I did.â
Matt closes his eyes and breathes deeply through his nose. He thinks heâs trembling (Because of fear? Powerlessness? Suppressed rage? He isnât sure.)
The thing is, Keith is so... so convinced that what he did was what was best, that everything would have been fine after heâŚ
âHey. IâmâIâm fine, arenât I? Itâs fine. You donât need to worry about me.â
Matt whinesâa high-pitched, wounded noise in the back of his throat that he canât suppressâand crushes the stupid, stupid brave idiot with a heart of gold and too much worth that he wonât see why to his chest in the tightest hug heâs given anyone since his reunion with Pidge. Keith grunts, small and confused, but readily hugs him back, and Matt just tightens his hold on him, hiding his face on the crook of his neck.
Then Keithâs team is there: Shiro and Pidge and Hunk and Lance and Allura and Coran, all of them hugging Keithâand therefore Matt, because Matt was there firstâand talking one over the other while crying.
âWhat he said⌠Is it true?â
âKeith you didnâtââ
âWhy would you evenââ
âYou canât do that, mullet, what the fuckââ
âOh my God, Keith, are youââ
âIâm so sorry I didnâtââ
âânot fine why ââ
âânât do this without youââ
ââVoltron needs you, we need youââ
âânât do that again!â
The arms around him twitch, then squeeze. The fingers on his back tighten around the cloth of his uniform, and then Matt can feel dampness spreading on his shoulder, there where Keith has hidden his own face after the avalanche of words and feelings started.
Keithâs crying. Heâs crying with them, clinging to them, and Matt feels that he can breathe easier.
Itâs a small step, just a breach of the barrier, a scratch on the surface of the problem, but theyâll get there. He doesnât know why Keith thinks so poorly of himself, why doesnât he see his own worth, and he isnât sure he even wants to know. (Heâs afraid of his own reaction.) But one thing is certain: he isnât going to let that stand.
He runs his hand through Keithâs hair; Keith hiccups and pulls him closer still.
No, he isnât going to let that stand. Heâs going to help, whatever it takes.
Woah thank God dreamworks released season 4 on Friday the 13th it was actually pretty scary haha what a great joke now where's the real season lol
I cannot wait for the fuckery that will be the Voltron fandom on Oct 13TH.
LET'S OPEN UP THIS PIT.
having both matt and lance crushing on you? damn must be nice to be allura

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I know I said I would stay away from the Voltron Fandom for a few days until Season 4 came out but....My Plance soul needed nourishment.
My life is between Lance McClain...
And Matt Holt...
... Jesus, help me.
I WaNNA KISS LOTOR FOR SaVING KEITH KOGANE FROM SACRIFICING HIMSELF