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If It Was Raining You Would Yell At The Sun (Pick Up The Pieces When The Damage Is Done) by negativefouriq
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
28 Nov 2022
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It’s started, the apathy. It’s not even a struggle that he’s losing, because you can’t lose if you’re not playing.
He hasn’t touched his skincare routine in months. He can’t remember the last time he looked at his console. He’s starting to forget the sound of his own voice. It’s getting increasingly harder to force himself out of bed.
Lance is very, very afraid.
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OR: Sometimes, Lance can't get out of bed. Sometimes the world feels grey and cold and pointless and Lance has a lot of trouble caring about anything. -
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“Nobody on the planet we were on would take him in,” Keith says, a frown starting to form. “They just kept saying things like he’s not our responsibility and it’s not our fault his parents abandoned him.”
Lance scowls. “What?”
“I know,” Keith says. “So, I just… took him.”
Lance rests his arms on the table. “You stole a baby?”
“I stole a baby,” Keith confirms, though he doesn’t sound sorry in the slightest. “I stole a baby, and now, I have no idea how to take care of him. Or even what his name is.”
“You could always wait for him to tell you,” Lance teases, and Keith rolls his eyes.
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5 times Lance helped Keith out with his kid, +1 time he realized that maybe it's his kid, too. -
Your Touch Was A Dream (Your Absence A Nightmare) by negativefouriq
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
11 Feb 2023
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Keith has it made. He comes home from work every day to Lance’s beaming smile and gentle teasing about the grease on his clothes. He’s got everything he’s ever wanted. He’s happy. So fucking happy.
Except that things have been a little different, recently. For the past few weeks, he’s been coming home to his usual smile and kiss, but the idle chattering or excited rambles — Keith feels as if they’ve become a rarity. Their home used to be filled with the sound of Lance’s voice, silent only when he’s reading or focused intently on something, eyes narrowed and tongue peeking out of his mouth.
Lance still looks happy. He still curls up with Keith on the couch after dinner, socked feet in Keith’s lap and three million blankets over his shoulders. He still sends Keith a myriad of heart emojis on his lunch break. Their sex life has not suffered.
But the lectures. The constant infodumps of whatever passing thing has grabbed Lance’s attention. They’re gone. And Keith’s devastated about it.
He misses Lance’s voice.
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OR: One day Lance, the motormouth, the loud boy, the one who's always got something to say, stops talking. And Keith starts to feel like he can't live without it. -
Why Does My Heart Cry (Feelings I Can't Fight) by negativefouriq
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
11 Feb 2023
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“You did. You made me lion slippers.”
“I did not! I found them!”
Keith laughs, and the sound is bright and loud and makes Lance’s knees weak, a little.
Oh, no.
“They’re very cute,” Keith says, inspecting them closely. That stupid smirk never leaves his face. “I can see you’ve poured your heart and soul into them. I appreciate it.”
“I didn’t — fuck off! There was no heart and soul involved. Only — malice and hatred!”
“The cutest manifestation of malice and hatred I’ve ever received,” Keith assures, falsely sincere. He brushes past Lance to get to his door, and Lance scrambles to put as much distance between them as possible. Keith is undeterred, leaning against his newly opened door as casual as can be.
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OR: Oh, Keith is the fucking worst. He's the worst! And Lance hates him.
Well, kind of.
Maybe not. -
Did I Mention (That I'm In Love With You) by negativefouriq
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
16 Feb 2023
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“We’ve got this, kiddo,” Shiro says. He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself as much as Keith. “We can do this. We know the risks. We’ve been training for weeks.”
“And where has that gotten us?” Keith murmurs. He feels bad for making Shiro’s face fall again, but it’s the truth. They’ve been training for weeks, yes, but it’s only yielded them failure. Now time is up, and they’ve got nothing to show for it but tattered hope.
“We have to try.”
“Okay. Lead the way.”
As silently as they can — they can’t wake up the rest of the team, because any one of them will try to stop them — they creep down the halls, freezing every time they so much as hear a creak. They stay crouched low to the ground, ducking in and out of shadows, breathing so silent and shallow Keith is half sure they’ve stopped entirely.
There’s no sense of relief, when they finally reach their destination — they may be free from their concerned teammates stopping them, but now they must face their bigger challenge. The biggest they’ve ever faced. An impossibility, if Keith’s being pessimistic.
They exchange a wary look, fists clenched at their sides, and step into the kitchen.
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OR: The broganes are dramatic.