Need some Voltron requests? Shallura + quintant, Klance + fly, Hunk/Pidge/Lance BrOTP + party, please?
Shallura + Quintant
It was Shiro who noticed, it was always Shiro who noticed when things were bothering her and Allura honestly wasn’t sure whether that annoyed her or warmed her today, turning to meet him as he slipped away from where the others were still excitedly replaying the battle.
“Nothing,” Allura tried to reassure him, even offering him a smile that would have fooled most people…but he wasn’t most people and he stared at her, silently demanding the truth and after a couple of minutes she sighed. “Sometimes it feels as though you’re all part of a circle, one that I can never be part of it.” That was how it should be…they were Voltron after all, and maybe in the past it would have been easier to accept, but with her people gone and only the Paladins and Coran to call family, the distance frightened her. She was caught by surprise when he pulled her into a hug, usually he tried to keep such displays private, but this time his arms tightened when she tried to pull back.
“You’re part of the circle too, you’ve always been,” he murmured in her ear, and there was such certainty in his voice, reinforced by the distant growl of the Black Lion that she could do nothing but nod, even if deep down she wasn’t convinced.
Klance + Fly
“You would’ve loved this…” The words crept unbidden from his lips as they always did when he was confronted by something that he knew Lance would have loved, wide oceans, sometimes the same colour as the ones back on Earth, sometimes a dizzying array of colours that always reminded him vividly of Blue’s ice. This time though they seemed more poignant, more painful, and there were tears in his eyes as he made himself look out of Red’s eyes, drinking in the sight of Earth stretching out below…familiar and yet strangely foreign after so long away. It was a sight he almost wished that he hadn’t survived to see, because it felt wrong…so wrong to be flying above their home planet, to be seeing it, to be within reach and to not have Lance at his side. Lance should’ve been there, flying by his side, whooping at finally being so close to home…he should have been able to turn to display and see his boyfriend, see the soft smile that always spoke of a longing for home, to see the tears that he knew would have been shimmering in blue eyes at this moment.
Hunk/Pidge/Lance (Brotp) + Party
At some point it had become a tradition amongst the three of them. It had been Hunk who had started it, breaking into Lance’s room with Pidge in tow on the anniversary of the day they had all started at the garrison, bringing with him food and recollections that other two were stunned to realise they were beginning to forget. That had been the start…after that it had been Lance who had raided the kitchen for anything that Coran hadn’t made, retrieving the other two from their lab, reminding them in a soft voice that it was a year since they had left the Garrison. The next time it was Pidge, for once willingly abandoning her work to hunt them down with food and invitation to play on the games system she had managed to construct and that night they had stayed up late, marking what would have been their graduation day at the Garrison. Sometimes the others would dip in, bringing food and staying to hear tales of their life before Voltron, but it was understood that this was something for the three of them, a tradition followed each year on the days that held most meaning for them…a way to cling to what they’d had, and a wish that one day they would get to go home.