Lance: I am a responsible adult!
Pidge raises eyebrow
Lance: I am an adult.
Lance: I am a responsible adult!
Pidge raises eyebrow
Lance: I am an adult.
Artist/Artist Student Lance
Ballet Dancer Lance (or dancer in general)
Ice Skater Lance
Doctor/Medical Worker Lance
Teacher Lance/ Lance is good with kids
Business Man/ Secretary Lance
So I’ve been watching the iron giant for like 4 days straight (it’s an amazing movie so what) AAAAND I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS! VOLTRON CHARACTERS AS THE IRON GIANT CHARACTERS!
Shiro as Dean McCoppin
Allura as Annie Hughes
Lance as Hogarth Hughes
Keith as The Iron Giant (lol)
And Coran as Kent Mansley !
Just THINK ABOUT IT!!!!
So I was starting my laptop, as one does, where I was met with this:
Which ultimately made me think of Voltron because it’s the SAME COLORS IN THE PLACES THEY WOULD BE WHEN THEY FORM VOLTRON
I think there should’ve been a filler episode where the team goes to some planet and goes to like a diplomatic ball or something that involves dancing like it wouldn’t have to involve any ships but I can imagine lance destroying the dance floor and they’d all pass Keith around because Keith was refusing to dance
But if it DID involve a ship I think Keith and Lance should be stuck with eachother for the slow dance
Pidge with hunk
Allura with coran
Shiro sitting out because he’s doing dad things and DEFINITELY not drinking the alcoholic punch
And I can imagine lance being so gentle with him, calling him an idiot playfully but slowly teaching him how to move until he finally gets it (Keith nearly got fed up and ran off but lance caught him because there was no way in hell he was slow dancing alone, and he wouldn’t pass up the chance for blackmail)
They both try and avoid eye contact but after a bit they do accidentally but instead of looking away they kind of linger there, it’s like they were locked in place, Keith’s face softens, he doesn’t mean to do it but it happens anyway, but it catches lance by surprise and he slips up a bit in his steps as his breath gets caught in his throat then Keith says something that destroys everything he’s ever known about himself
“Am I too much to handle Sharpshooter?”
[A/N] thank you so much for this request @sarasanddollar! A note for this one shot. As a person who has struggled with my appearance and how I present myself to others, this topic resonates a LOT with me. It’s not easy to break habits where you’re literally tearing yourself down every minute of everyday, and then learning to love yourself at the same time. I just want to let every person who reads this to know, that you are BEAUTIFUL, both inside and out. I’m not saying that to just say it, there is something in each of us that makes us unique and special in our own way, and THAT is true beauty. It’s a struggle to see it for yourself, but take it one day at a time, and when you reach the top, there is a whole new level of you that you think you would never be able to find. Okay, I’m off my soap box, enjoy the fic! ✨🪐
The gentle, flowy material of your dress tickled you the same as the tears in the corner of your eyes. The sound of your heels clicked loudly as you rushed down the hallway and into an empty room. Shutting the blast doors behind you, all emotions released, filling the room to the brim with hurt and fear.
You reassured yourself before tonight’s party that the whole event was going to be a success. As you let your dress flow beneath you, simple strands of jewels and silver hung from your ears and neck. The part of empress on full display. Admiring yourself in any mirror you passed, your confidence was sky high.
Until you approached the grand hall.
As you were announced, the room fell silent. Anxious but hold, you entered the room, greeting your new subjects with a simple nod and smile. Out of the corner of your eye, partygoers nudged each other, glancing at you, and stifled their laughter. That was all that set off the downfall of the night.
As the host, Lotor and you went around making small talk and conversing with guests. Your interactions and Lotor’s were fairly different. While Lotor was praised in every aspect, you were belittled with backhanded compliments that criticized your only weakness.
Passing by in a crowd, you could hear whispers and snickers about your appearance.
“What went through her mind when picking out that?”
“You would think this newfound queen would have some sense of style and look.”
“Isn’t that dress gorgeous? I wouldn’t be caught dead in it though. Too much attention I would say.” A blue skinned alien with wavy, shining platinum hair said, although her outfit was more scandalous than yours. You thought you could feel a draft on your shoulders, she could feel the blasting winds of space in so many places on her.
“Oh my goodness, your hair!” Another exclaimed. Joined by the blue skinned alien and her possè of similar figures, they all gathered round you to take a good, close look at the galaxy’s new empress.
Hoping to finally hear some positive words, you smiled. “Do you like it?”
With raised eyebrows, their eyes checking you up and down, they all nodded in fake honesty. It was very hard to not let your mask falter.
“It’s certainly something!” The blue alien chuckled. You gave a sound of agreement in return, making your way to your seat placed next to the throne. This was a nightmare. With your drink in hand, you sipped slowly, your eyes traveling over the crowd.
Smack dab in the middle was Lotor, beaming with pride and contentment. A sight to see, Lotor caught sight of your loving gaze, giving a small wave of acknowledgement. You waved back, the corners of your mouth upturn in what you wanted to show as a “everything is fine” smile. Sighing, it was anything but. Heart sinking in your chest, you wanted to disappear into the floor, or better yet, shot off into space.
You couldn’t understand why you were being treated this way. Having always been respected by almost everyone, when did the switch up happen and what did you do to deserve it? The hole of self doubt and destruction was widening the more you questioned it. So deep in your head, you didn’t notice the same blue alien from earlier slithering her way next to you, carrying on her conversation with her group of friends. Each sentence from her was louder than the last one.
You knew strategy. She wanted you to hear what she had to say loud and clear.
“All I’m saying is, that an Emperor shouldn’t feel the need to settle with that for a companion. I can name more than hundred beautiful aliens who could do a way better job than her.” She proclaimed.
That’s all you needed to hear. Not wanting to make a fool of yourself, you gracefully exited the room, the lump in your throat growing bigger and bigger with each step. You were not going to let anyone see you cry. As you were walking through, you passed by Lotor, who immediately took notice. His brows furrowed, you met his gaze briefly. Eyes full of tears, you shook your head and stormed out.
And that’s where we are. Blotting your eyes to minimize a questionable exit, you couldn’t help but tear up more. This has always been a struggle. Your whole life you had always felt second best, the one chosen last in everything. It hurt so badly. For a time, you felt incapable of loving or being loved. You managed to crawl out of the pit of negativity and found the good and beauty in yourself, watching yourself become a powerful, caring person who did not give a care in the world for the words spoken negatively about her.
After all this, it felt like all that progress was thrown out of the window.
Your eyes darted up as the blast doors opened, revealing a concerned Lotor. With the doors closed, he strode over to you, approaching cautiously.
“Are you alright?” He asked softly, hands clasped behind his back.
You glanced at him, nodding. “I-I’m fine.” Your voice cracked. Goddamnit.
Lifting your head gently with his hand, he rubbed his thumb across your cheek. A simple gesture as sweet as this was enough for you to let loose your emotions around Lotor. Bringing you closer in, he wrapped you in his arms.
“My love, tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded, his hands now holding your face in his hands. “You know I hate to see you so upset, it pains me.”
Placing your hand over his, you closed your eyes and asked the question that was big on your mind. “Y-you’re not settling with me, are you?”
“What do you mean?” He questioned.
As you explained your series of events that led to your eventual departure, Lotor’s face fell significantly into shock and anger.
“That’s why I asked if you were settling with me.” You said. “You don’t know what that does to me. Just when I get out, it pulls me back in. The entire night, I’ve been attacked and prodded for how I look, and I feel like I have embarrassed the throne and especially you.”
It felt like forever until you felt the soft touch of Lotor’s lips against yours, his kiss melting away your pain instantly. It was an ache, but less so now.
“I will tell you this right now.” He spoke with sincerity and love. “I chose you, above everyone else. There has never been a being so kind to me as you have, and I have been eternally grateful that the stars had brought you to my side. Every time I look at you, I see the goodness in this cruel galaxy, and it brings me so much peace. It will always be you over anything else.”
Smiling weakly at Lotor’s affirmations, you teased, “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“It’s the honest truth. I will never lie to you.” He chuckled, kissing your cheek before your lips met again. This intimate physical therapy brought you down back into a clear mindset, but drunk on Lotor’s touch.
“I love you.” Lotor whispered. “I always will.”
“I love you.” You replied, smiling.
You didn’t want to leave each other’s hold, an eternity required to stay like this. You realized what the result of the Emperor and Empress’s absence of the party could do.
“We should probably go back.” You said finally.
“I mean, do we?” Lotor sighed. “If we do go back, you know a public shaming and possible execution is in order.”
“I’m thinking that would make us look like bad hosts.” You laughed. “How about after the party?”
“Alright, alright. If you insist.” He gave in. Holding his arm out, you gently wrapped your hand around his forearm.
This is how it was meant to be, by each other’s side, building each other up and themselves for greatness. You couldn’t wait to see what else was in store for you, your Lotor, and the galaxy.
hello ☺️ popping by to add some ✨beauty✨ to your tl with my favorite bubble boy
what is the truth-
el chico del apartamento 512
𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕤 -
s/o saying 'i love you' in their sleep
(no s/o) How living in space changed each paladin
Paladins with a socially anxious s/o due to childhood trauma
Paladins giving dating advice
Dating Allura HC's
𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕄𝕔ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 -
Lance w/ a dancer s/o!
First Date w/ Lance
Dating Lance HC's
Dating Lance while in Garrison HC's
𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕖 -
Dating Shiro HC's
Shiro with a pregnant s/o
ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕜 𝔾𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕥 -
Dating Hunk HC's
𝕂𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕂𝕠𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕖 -
Keith dating Lotors long lost child
𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥 ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕥 -
Dating Matt HC's
Pidge: Have I ever told you that you cook well?
Lance: Aw no you haven’t
Pidge: So why do you keep cooking?
Hey everyone! I’ve recently opened an Etsy store to sell prints of my pieces! 😊 I’m honestly very bad at all of this social media stuff and promoting myself (darn my super introversion!), but any support is greatly appreciated! https://etsy.me/3cDcKZp
When Lance has some internal questions about his orientation, Keith surprises him by being there to offer support.
post battle hotties
hi sorry for not being active, i might start posting here more :) ive been on twitter kinda
two bros dancing in the hot club. not five feet apart cause they’re gay
*the paladins are chilling in the lounge area*
Allura: Can each of you do or say something to indicate how you are feeling because you're all oddly silent
Allura: Pidge, you first.
Pidge: *key smashes*
Hunk: *Stands from floor, flops back onto floor*
Allura: Wow, okay, Lance?
Lance: *bangs head on wall five times and makes a sound like a dying cat*
Allura: Er, Keith. You next.
Keith: *deep breath* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Allura: Holy Quiznak
Shiro: My hair is greying, Allura, what more is there to be said?