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"Truly hideous, those eyes," Om'e murmured, as if to themselves. "May Ahnos accept this offering."
Distantly, Keith was aware that he was crying.
And then he wasn't aware of anything at all.
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Keith sees those hands hold themselves up in front of his face. He's there, in that bathroom, under that light, but he's also on the other side of the room, on the other side of the mirror, watching the scene of a puppet controlled by strings. The fingers move and dance through the air, twisting and bending in ways he's telling them to, because this is his body, it has to be, because if it's not, then where is he?
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“Team, there’s —“
A sniper.
The barrel of their gun extended into the harsh sunlight.
Aimed straight at Lance.
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Keith was settled on his knees, blood dripping down his arms from yanking at the chains. His face was scratched and stained with bloody tears. His eyes glowed a dull yellow and his pupils were slits.
He looked deranged and teetering into something forbidden and was so beautiful it hurt.
“The quintessence of a Galra-human hybrid,” Keith’s fangs glinted in a bloody smile. “Doesn’t that just make your mouth water?”
When Keith and Lance are captured by a creature that can drain any being of quintessence, both go to extreme lengths to save the other. This is a story of how you can come from feeling everything, only for it to be taken away.
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and you kiss me like it’s all coming true by happyccino
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
22 Oct 2018
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“Lance.”
“I believe you mean ’Sir Lance,’” Lance serenely replies, not turning to acknowledge who just walked into his tent. His squire is still fastening his armor, after all; no point hindering her progress just for the charade of civility that neither one of them mean anyway.
“And I believe you should be addressing me as ‘Your Highness,’” comes the retort, rather unexpectedly. Lance usually gets away with his little mockeries. Perhaps today isn’t the day to push things.
Not that that will really stop Lance from trying. He turns his head just enough to spare a cool glance over his shoulder. “Courtesy begets courtesy.”
Prince Keith’s jaw visibly twitches as he grinds his teeth. “Sir Lance.”
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The king arranges a tourney. The prize: the prince’s hand in marriage.
Sir Lance has no intention of claiming the grand prize and enters solely to irritate Prince Keith. Things don’t quite go according to plan, though.
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“You really wanna kiss me, Kogane?” Lance asks, suddenly serious. His fingers twitch anxiously and his teeth gnaw at his bottom lip.
Keith looks at him through the screen, right into his blue-brown eyes. (He can never tell what color Lance’s eyes are--they always seem to be shifting and changing in the light, just like the inside of a kaleidoscope.) “Yeah,” He breathes. “Yeah. You just said you wanted to make me a mixtape in a declaration of your love to me. I want to kiss you so hard right now.”
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31 Oct 2025
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Keith snorts, rolling his eyes at the suggestion. “I don’t have love problems, Lance.”
“I don’t have love problems, Lance.” Lance mocks, making a face as he echoes Keith’s words and uses his hand as a puppet. He yelps when Keith flicks him on the cheek. “Ow, rude, and everyone has love problems, man.”
“I don’t,” Keith says confidently, shrugging with one shoulder when Lance purses his lips at him. “I mean, I don’t see it as a problem, it’s just– it is what it is.”
Keith doesn’t look troubled. Or sad. He looks resigned and tired, as if he had given his all and yet the battle had been lost since the start.
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25 Aug 2025
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“My Abuela said it,” Silvio insists. “She said you have to wear the hat, because you have a pale ass so you’re going to get skin cancer and die before Lance even wakes up.”
Keith looks between the children and the hat, too confused to glare, sweaty and horrid from pulling weeds beneath the scorching sun. “What?”
“That’s wrong,” Nadia complains, and yanks her brother down to her level to whisper the correction in his ear.
“Ooh,” Silvio amends. “Tía Veronica said you have a pale ass. My Abuela said you’re gonna die.”
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When Lance is fatally wounded during their final battle, the blue lion enters a deep hibernation with Lance inside. Unsure when or if he’ll wake, Keith is forced to wait and watch over him in the company of the people he fears most: Lance’s family.
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