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later keith will do the good alpha thing and initiate a comversation, but this is no less an important duty. lance needs to be dominated, lest he hurt himself. the turmoil can't be good for his heart

I'm a bit late but Happy new year!! 🎊🎊 #klance #Voltron #vld

nothing calms the nerves quite like a thick knot, it seems. lance can hardly remember what he was so worked up about. his memory’s been clouded by mewls

wrestling with his hissy, growly omega, and fucking him into the mattress. face down, with a hand to his nape, so he’s hypnotized and unable to bite

bitched omega lance gets volatile when he’s upset. suffering from both omega and alpha tendencies, he’s borderline feral. unable to find reason unless keith does the impossible and bitches him again

i’m on a greek mythos kick right now. i started playing hades😭

achilles keith and patroclus lance…

keith likes to write love letters because lance said it was romantic once. simple as that

the one-way nature of the underworld means communication with the living is scarce. they’ve yet come to speed, but departing souls are mesmerized. keith, they realize, is not the terror he’d once been. not with lance around, anyway

the firey pit of tartarus can be seen in the distance, glowing amidst the palace skyline, but lance has eons tending to this once gloomy center. erecting flora after fauna so that dear keith can have a piece of Elysium, too, and changing his husband’s reputation in turn

the sound of heavenly laughter echoes from the throne room, bright, from the mouths of two kings. lance and keith — persephone and hades, sharing a kiss as statues in the front

thinking of this from the point of view of the mortals, souls who heard the rumors about the house of hades. infamous for repugnant glamor, for piles of bones and the cacophonous tormented, only to cross the river styx to find verdant fields and lush gardens

keith’s never been much for story-telling, but he can give an eyewitness account. no embellishment. all of these feats happened, he’ll tell you. lance is truly that amazing

coming to tuck their kids into bed, story book in hand, that lies forgotten when they start talking about lance. when a kid asks a quiet question, “what was mama like back then?” and off they go. to an imaginary castle-ship

there’s a bit of a gap when it comes to the versatile red paladin, former blue, the famous (if a bit awkward) charmer. but if lance tells keith’s stories, then it’s up to keith to mind the rest

goes on and on about voltron, but he never talks about himself. it’s always the cool junk papa keith did, and the split-second rescues allura managed. they’re lance’s heroes just as much as the kids’

loving and righteous keith kogane and lance, who thinks his husband is one of the greats. a real life super hero. that’s what he tells their kids

dare i say that keith has never been a career-oriented man; he’s only been talented. and caring. he would have never been black paladin if he didn’t love his family as much as he did. his devotion is why black chose him

it’s not a sacrifice. keith didn’t think it was when he left the garrison, when he stepped away from Voltron to find his mom, and he’s sure as hell not thinking it about this. when he pulls himself out of a mission to spend time with lance

he leads the blades because he’s a good man with a heart of gold and a capable countenance, but his ambition has only ever taken the shape of family — find his brother, find his mother, pray for privilege of taking lance as his wife, giving up positions as needed