team's family

lup, taako, and krav go out shopping, and leave the ango-sitting to barry bc he is not good at shopping (”we tried for a century, krav, i swear it’s a lost cause”). they come back and angus is decked out in an all-denim ensemble. they fall to the floor in tears. in the pursuit of their own selfish goals they neglected to protect he who needed it most. shame upon their souls, and a plague upon their houses,

hellodarkness567  asked:

Could you do a fic about the team's reactions after episode 6 in season 4 of voltron? Maybe have Keith be angsty and say he doesn't have a family? Maybe klance? If you want to that is.

*fingerguns away*

Lance’s cheering brings him back.

Keith snaps his eyes open, blinking in surprise because he hadn’t even realized he had closed them. He looks around the room, the team reunited for the moment and enjoying each other’s company after the battle; hugs and pats shared between them casually with a heavy air of relief hanging above them.

Keith stands on the back, though, body half turned from the openly show of affection and something in his stomach flips when he sees his fami -


‘Not attachments’, Kolivan had said, ‘There’s only the mission.’

God, then why were his last thoughts about these people? Why were Hunk’s booming laugh and Pidge’s cheeky smile in his head as purple took over his vision? Why were Allura’s warmth from her hugs and Shiro’s playful ruffles on the back of his mind while screams had filled his ears? Why was Coran’s praise and caring words playing like a broken record as he had dived down straight towards the barrier?

Why had Lance’s blue eyes had been the only thing he saw in the darkness as he waited for what he thought was sealed?

He shakes his head, throwing his head up in hopes to maintain the wetness he feels on the edge of his eyes back, trying to keep them from falling.

It works, for maybe a tick, and he’s ready to leave the room, slip away unnoticed because he knows he’s not strong enough to look at them in the eye, not after what he almost pulled, there’s no way -


He stops mid-step, looking behind his shoulder to meet Matt’s eyes, unnerving and steady. Keith sighs internally before he turns back to face him fully.

“We gotta talk,” Matt says quietly, keeping his voice low and Keith sees his intentions, and while he appreciate them, he doesn’t need them.

He needs to leave.

“About what?” Keith says instead, hardening his eyes when Matt takes a step forward.

“About what happened back there,” Matt says somberly.

There it is.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

Matt sighs, hand running through his hair. “Keith, you were about to -”

God, hasn’t he heard the start of that lecture so many times already. “I did what I had to do -”

This time, Matt scowls. His gaze turns into an outraged glare and Keith sees a small glimpse of Shiro whenever Keith had surpassed his patience. “By diving straight to a death sentence - ¡?”

Keith groans, eyebrows furrowed now irritated because Matt’s raising his voice means awareness and that’s something he can’t afford. “You don’t understand - ”

“It wouldn’t have worked, Keith! You trying to take down the barrier with your own ship wouldn’t have worked and you would be dead right now! Why can’t you see - ?”

“You tried what.”

Both men freeze at the third voice. Keith sees Matt turning his head back to where the team stand from the corner of the eye, but he keeps his eyes down, lump on his throat growing by the second.

Shiro’s voice reappears not even a tick later, losing its leader tone and turning into a confused and concerned older brother, fearing for the answer he already knows.

“Keith, answer me.”

God, he can’t. He can’t.

There’s a heavy sudden silence above them and there’s not enough air to fill his lungs but his feet stay frozen in the spot, hands turned into fists but unable to stop their shaking.

“That’s…that’s not true, it can’t be, hah, right?” Pidge chuckles weakly after a few ticks, glasses missing from her face as she turns her head to her side to catch her brother’s eyes, “Matt? Matt, come on, tell me the truth, he wasn’t - Keith did not…”

She trails off, the deep sigh leaving Matt’s lips being enough answer for the fifteen year old before she sucks in a sharp sob.

“K-Keith?” She asks quietly, voice breaking at the beginning and Keith’s heart follows suit.

Keith swallows down the lump on his throat, knowing full well it was useless but he had to try. “Pidge, I -”

“What were you thinking?” Lance whispers then, cutting him off, looking almost horrified as he shakes his head in disbelief, voice raising by each step he takes forward, “What - What were you thinking ¡?”

‘You’, Keith answers by instinct inside his head, ‘All of you.’

He doesn’t voices his thoughts and it’s not like he would have been able to, because before he knows it, there’s a hard pull on his wrist and then he’s falling towards a blue and white chest plate, face against the crook of Lance’s neck and Keith’s breath hitches.

“L-Lance -”

“God, Keith, what do I have to do to make you understand?” Lance whispers, face buried in Keith’s hair as he tries to control his sniffles, “Just tell me. Tell me what I have to do to make you believe me.”

“Believe -?”

“That you’re family,” Hunk answers him instead, his strong and comforting presence hugging them both from behind, “You’ve always been family.”

They are just words, simple word that shouldn’t mean nothing but God, does it feel like there’s a weight off his shoulders as soon as he hears them.

He dares to hope. He dares to hope that maybe these people who he consider family also think that way of him and Keith’s heart make a sharp tug.

“We will have a talk later,” Shiro says quietly as he steps forward and wraps his arms around the small group, “But that can wait for now…I’m just glad you are okay.”

“Don’t you ever pull that stunt again,” Allura whispers, joining the hug from the side as resting her head against Hunk’s bicep, staring right into Keith’s eyes with a concern edge on them.

Pidge sniffles, squeezing her way until she’s between Lance and Keith, arms wrapped against Keith’s was it and burying her face in his chest. “Asshole.”

Keith laughs wetly in response, hand passing through her hair soothingly before he turns his head to the side, meeting Lance’s blue eyes.

The brunet offers a small smile, bumping his forehead against Keith’s playfully and sighing contently, lips moving in a promise of a future talk but for now, they just hold each other.

He dares to hope one more time.

When You Are Alone by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)

When You Are Alone by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 26,355
Author’s Summary: 5 times Shiro and Ryou disagreed. Updates every other day.
My Comments: Part of an excellent, wonderful series in which “Kuron” is redeemed by Team Voltron and stays on as Shiro’s twin, Ryou. This entry is a great exploration of both characters learning to adapt to the changes and exploring their own personalities. Humor, angst, comfort, deep conversations, everything I like in fanfic is there. It’s so good.

The decision was made a long time ago, before any of us knew each other.  We were all strangers who would’ve just passed each other on the street before the world ended.  And now we mean everything to each other.  You were in trouble.  You were trapped.  Glenn didn’t know you, but he helped you.   He put himself in danger for you.  And that started it all, from Atlanta, to my daddy’s farm, to prison, to here, to this moment now.  Not as strangers, as family.  Because Glenn chose to be there for you a long time ago, that was the decision that changed everything.  It started with both of you, and it just grew.  All of us.  To sacrifice for each other.  To suffer, to stand, to grieve, to give, to love, to live, to fight for each other.  Glenn made the decision, Rick.  I was just following his lead.

Maggie Rhee

Voltron prompt

Lance knows that he’s not the best member on the team, he sees all the looks from Shiro and Allura. Yeah he tries his hardest but fighting has never been his thing. Back at home he would wrestle with his siblings but that was the extent of his fighting skills.

On days he would let his mind wander too far he would go to the training deck and try to fight out his anger like Keith does but that never really helped him.

One night he went into the training deck to get some extra practice when an idea came to him. He plugged in his music player into the control system and activated the training bot.

Never before had he fought with such ease. With the music playing he was able to turn it into a dance, a fast paced, dangerous, and absolutely stunning dance.

He trained like that for weeks, his skills steadily improving. But he never told the others. He’s not sure why he felt the need to keep it a secret from the rest of the team, but he did. Maybe he thought they would laugh at him for training that way, maybe he was afraid that wouldn’t let him train that way anymore cuz that’s not how soldiers fight.

Maybe it was both.

It was a day after a particularly hard mission that they found him. The missing went off, things didn’t go as planned and while no one got hurt, the mission was still a failure.

Lance had waited for everyone to go to sleep before he went to the training deck and started from level one. When the others woke up, on the way to the dining room they heard music. Not loud but definitely there. Together they followed the sound to the training deck doors, only for them to be locked. Allura then led the group to the training decks observation room.

They were all in shock to see Lance fighting. Beautiful and deadly. There were training bots scattered all across the deck, and the castle was having a hard time clearing the broken bodies with the rate Lance was dropping them. They watched for a while, totally captivated by the Lance was moving his body. Allura was the first to regain herself and ended the training session. Just before the the console shut off, it displayed the level it had ended on. Level 23.

The Seeker.


(I started this illustration thinking of James (of course!), but I like the idea that it could be both James and Harry…so it’s up to you to choose! )

Pidge: Ok, so don’t get too excited, but I’ve worked out a way to connect the laptop to the internet…
Lance: Pidge how the quiznak did you think I was not going to get excited about this?!?!?!
Hunk: Anything I can help with?
Pidge: Ok, so the thing is that from our end it’s pretty simple right, I mean it’s just a case of sending and receiving correctly coded signals, and my laptop has the inbuilt hardware for all that. The real problem is that we’re light years away, and even with the ship’s range, it’d take years for our signal to reach Earth, and we can’t use the speed-enhanced Altean frequencies because it has to fit in with the existing architecture, and then coming back there isn’t enough range anyway and-
Keith: Pidge, breathe
Pidge: …Anyway, if we had a way to transport the signals instantly we could simply relay them back and forth through, say, a wormhole specifically designed to transport waves rather than matter?
Hunk: But the only way to do that is if….
Pidge: … yeah

Shiro: I can’t believe you’re seriously debating asking the princess to use her Altean energy so the castle can get a wifi signal
Shiro: *leaves*
Other paladins: *ashamed shuffling*
Five minutes later
Shiro, running back into the room: SHE SAID YES!!

anonymous asked:

Kat,,,,,,,keith Cries,,,,,,,,,fanon keith is dead,,,hes,,,,,emotiONAL,,,

Dude. Dude, I know. Here’s some great stuff about Keith that fandom can no longer deny:

  • when asked to describe himself he first comes up blank
  • no mentions of his talents whatsoever?? he’s not arrogant
  • in fact he has no trouble admitting that he’s bad at something
  • keeps saying that he pilots the black lion but refuses to say that he’s the black paladin
  • he thinks that being part Galra might be why he has always been bad at connecting with people 
  • automatically plays around with his knife when the Galra part gets mentioned
  • is very straightforward and wants to avoid complicated stuff as much as possible
  • apologized twice for blowing up; he’s self-conscious about his temper
  • [voice crack] “I don’t know why I’m that way”
  • is aware of his abandonment issues
  • is also aware that he puts some walls up
  • tries to compose himself by rubbing his fingers together
  • knows when he is about to cry and promised himself not to do it ((in front of the camera/a potential audience at least))

HE’S. SO GREAT. SO SO GREAT. He’s much more self-aware than fandom gives him credit for. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ;A;

anonymous asked:

god shut up misha/cas is still a minor character no one cares about him

Sorry nonnie – 

I can’t 

hear you

over all the love

all the concern

all the care

(let’s throw in a prolonged/reversed version just for good measure)

all the acknowledgement/validation

Or, perhaps I’m whipping this outta thin air and Misha actually is so minor, eh? 

‘As executive producer Andrew Dabb told TVLine in our Fall TV Preview, “death is not the end for Castiel. It’s a part of his story. That being said, he’s more dead than people usually get on our show when we pick up our season. Castiel has a big role to play for us, but that may not be as soon as some people are hoping.”’

*Jensen’s chainsaw ripping through your hate*

Josh Keaton just very kindly allowed us a peek at some of the sweet merch he has in his studio!! It’s a family movie night drawing and a letter from Shiro to Josh accompanied by a drawing by Joaquim Dos Santos I’m melting ;A;


We were all strangers who would’ve just passed each other on the street before the world ended. And now we mean everything to each other. You were in trouble. You were trapped. Glenn didn’t know you, but he helped you. He put himself in danger for you. And that started it all, from Atlanta, to my daddy’s farm, to prison, to here, to this moment now. Not as strangers, as family. Because Glenn chose to be there for you a long time ago, that was the decision that changed everything. It started with both of you, and it just grew. All of us. To sacrifice for each other. To suffer, to stand, to grieve, to give, to love, to live, to fight for each other. Glenn made the decision, Rick. I was just following his lead