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because I haven’t been posting anything lately due to commissions and being sick, so here’s a snippet of a one-shot I’ve been working on. Love you guys!
“Man, I feel so team-y right now,” Lance said as they wandered back through the hangar.
“Team-y?” Keith repeated incredulously.
“You know, like, full of team spirit! Comrade juice! Voltron voodoo! Bro brouhaha!”
“What are you even saying right now?” Keith teased.
“He probably thinks it’s English,” Pidge supplied.
“Are you gonna make us do the Voltron cheer again?” asked Hunk. “Because not gonna lie… I am semi-down for that.”
“The Voltron cheer?”
“OHHHH MY GOSH, KEITH,” Lance moaned dramatically, “the VOLtron cheer.” He looked expectantly at Keith, who merely stared blankly back. Lance rolled his eyes. “I say VOL, you say–”
“Tron?” Keith interjected, casually inspecting his gloves. Lance’s shock quickly melted into unbridled joy.
“YAAAAAS,” Lance yelled, launching himself at the other paladin and sweeping him into a shoulder hug. “Holy crow, maybe there’s hope for you after all.”
“Wish I could return the compliment,” he muttered through an unmistakable smirk.
“WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS TRYING TO START A FIGHT WITH ME?”
“Isn’t that you?” asked the other three in unison.
“Everyone’s against me!” he cried, hands flailing in mock indignation.
Lance’s whines and the paladins’ echoing laughter faded down the hall as the group rounded the corner. Allura sighed with relief before turning on her heel and marching off to check the ships’ logs.
She wanted a task. She needed one.
“Keep busy; be strong,” she whispered the mantra under her breath as she stepped back into the hangar. “Just keep busy and be strong, be strong, be–”
She made in all of three steps before her voice cracked into gasping, shaking sobs.