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scriveyner) wrote2017-01-02 11:48 am
scriveyner) wrote2017-01-02 11:48 am
Entry tags:
- au: slts,
- character: allura,
- character: hunk,
- character: hunk (beta),
- character: illianya,
- character: keith,
- character: keith (omega),
- character: lance,
- character: lance (omega),
- character: matthew holt,
- character: pidge gunderson,
- character: rian martin,
- character: rian martin (altean),
- character: takashi shirogane,
- character: takashi shirogane (alpha),
- genre: abo,
- genre: multi-part,
- pairing: hunk/illianya,
- pairing: shiro/keith/lance,
- series: voltron legendary defender,
- wc: under 5000
Voltron Legendary Defender - Shining Like the Stars [85] [Shklance]
Title: shining like the stars [85]
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
AU: slts
Characters/Pairing: Shiro/Keith/Lance, Team Voltron
Rating: M
Length: 1507
Summary: "What is it about memory cores and holding cells?" Lance asked philosophically, leaning forward against the bars. The holding cell was tiny, a one-person affair; if he stood in its center he could touch the walls at the same time with his arms outstretched. Not that there were actual walls. "I'm disappointed by how low tech this is," he said, rapping his knuckles on one of the metal bars as thick as his wrist. "I was expecting cool force fields that keep you incarcerated, not ... whatever this is."
"What is it about memory cores and holding cells?" Lance asked philosophically, leaning forward against the bars. The holding cell was tiny, a one-person affair; if he stood in its center he could touch the walls at the same time with his arms outstretched. Not that there were actual walls. "I'm disappointed by how low tech this is," he said, rapping his knuckles on one of the metal bars as thick as his wrist. "I was expecting cool force fields that keep you incarcerated, not ... whatever this is."
"Are you ever going to shut up?" Keith asked.
"No," Lance said. "Is it annoying you?"
"Yes." Keith was seated in his own cell, his back to the bars that divided the two holding areas. He had pulled the hood up over his head again, and the dark, heavy material made him look like a sulking lump. Lance cocked his head and looked down the row of cells — there was an Altean in the one closest to the guard station, but aside from that prisoner they were the only ones in the whole block.
"I really thought we were gonna be yanked right in front of some council or police or something," he said instead, still leaning on the bars. He knew that they were being observed, but the Altean guards hadn't ventured down closer to their holding cells. If anything, Keith's ... condition ... was making them give the two paladins wide berth. Lance was mostly fine with this, except the further away the guards stayed, the harder it was to find out if anyone knew Rian, or even where to find him. "They're all terrified of you."
"Surprise, surprise," Keith muttered. "I don't know why you don't take their cue."
Lance rolled his eyes. "Not that again," he said, and Keith shifted a little but didn't turn around. "C'mon, man. How many times are we gonna do this? You've given me plenty of outs, I'm not afraid of you." He scratched his cheek with a finger thoughtfully. "Your fuzzy ears are kinda cute, actually. You know what, if you keep sulking I'm going to start calling you Mr. Fuzzypants."
This caused Keith to actually turn, and Lance saw the glow of his eyes under the hood. "I will fucking kill you, Lance."
"There he is," Lance said in that same cheerful tone. "Mr. Fuzzypants."
Keith groaned and leaned his head back against the bars. "Lance," he said plaintively.
"I bet I could get Shiro calling you that too. It'll be your new nickname. Well that, and Mullet." Lance smiled beatifically. "I love it."
"I'm finding it really hard to remember why it is I like you."
"Because I have a bangin' bod and a great personality." Lance leaned hard against the bars, watching the guard stand up and move to the door. "Hey, I think something's happening."
Something was indeed happening. Another guard in similar dress came through the door at the end of the brig. Keith stood up and leaned against the bars as well, trying to look past Lance down the corridor. They couldn't quite make out what was happening, at least until one of the guards gestured emphatically down the corridor, clearly at them. "Oh boy," Lance said, as two armed guards made their way down the corridor to where Lance and Keith were imprisoned. "Looks like it's party time."
"No, wait," Keith said — although Lance wasn't sure what Keith thought he was waiting for — and sure enough the second guard was dragging somebody by the arm.
Lance flinched back from the bars despite himself when the Altean guard slammed his hand very close to where Lance's face was. "Hey!" Lance yelped. "I thought you guys were peaceful."
"How many of you?" the guard said.
"Twenty-seven," Lance said. The guard banged the flat of his hand against the bar but this time Lance didn't flinch, his arms folded under the sweep of his makeshift cloak.
"How many?" the Altean said again, and Lance shrugged.
"Fourteen? Thirty-six? Oh, I know - one hundred and one. And some of them even have spots!" Lance stuck out his tongue at the end of the sentence, and the guard muttered something under his breath that was probably an oath but Lance didn't recognize it, he'd have to try to remember it for later use.
The second guard, though, he threw the new prisoner into the cell on the other side of Lance, slamming the door shut. "Keep searching the grounds," the first Altean said to the second. "There could still be more of them."
"Leave no pillow unturned," Lance called after them. "We're hiding everywhere. Even in the head!" He turned to the new arrival in the cell beside his, and put his hands on his hips. "Oh, why am I not surprised," he said. He looked back over his shoulder to Keith, who had transitioned to the wall of bars that separated his and Lance's cell. "Look who it is," Lance said.
"Quarking quiznak, what are you two lunkheads doing here?" Rian refused to even look in their direction, shuffling so that his back was to Lance, head down. "I thought you'd be stuck in the boarding house when I disabled the locks."
"Oh, that was you, was it?" Lance said. "Look, I'm sure we're all happy for this wonderful reunion but I want to get the fuck out of this memory core and forget this whole thing was ever a thing so, just—" Lance gestured with one hand. "Do whatever magic-y Altean thing you do to get us out of here."
"That only works for someone outside the memory core," Rian said. "Besides, I haven't done what I needed to do yet and this stupid thing didn't give me a paladin trial like it was supposed to."
Lance looked back at Keith, who had his hands on the bars loosely. Keith was staring intently at Rian with a strange expression on his shadowed face. Lance could see his ears shifting just a little. "Yeah, way to go," Lance said. "You screwed up being ... what, a paladin-candidate? How did you manage that, I thought you were already one."
"I am a paladin-candidate," Rian said hotly. "This isn't what happened."
"So how did you screw it up then?" Lance taunted lightly, amusing himself with the way that the diminutive Altean was getting hot around the collar. "I mean, you did something to end up here with us winners."
Rian's head shot up. He turned and glared at Lance, before putting both of his hands on the bars. "Why do you think," Rian hissed, his eyes gone narrow, but the soft gold glow still escaping.
#
Pidge had her bayard in hand and was aiming it at the door while it was sliding open. She eyeballed the door control but before she could use the grapple function of her weapon Allura's voice caught her by complete surprise. "Pidge!"
"Princess?" Pidge said, frozen in spot for a second. Allura was in fact standing in the doorway, one hand on the exterior panel and wearing her own Altean armor. Pidge lowered her bayard and stared as she stepped into the room and hit the door control, closing them off. She was expecting Matt.
"Thank goodness you're okay," Allura said, scanning the room for potential threats and then looking at the computer behind Pidge. "Where is your brother?"
"Gone," Pidge said flatly. "To rescue the prisoners. Allura, what are you doing here? This is the Galra prison ship-" She yanked the cable free from her suit and the data transfer halted permanently at ninety-four percent. "Without a weapon, even-"
"The frigate is coming out of orbit toward the castle ship," Allura said, matter-of-fact. "We need to leave, now. You get to your lion, I'll find your brother and we can get as many prisoners onto the shuttle as we can manage-"
"No," Pidge said. She closed the plate on her arm.
"No?" Allura repeated, stopped mid-stream in surprise.
"I wouldn't be a very good paladin if I let you go deeper into an enemy ship unarmed while I fled," Pidge said. She shifted her bayard to her dominant hand and kicked the console off, leaving it looking mostly-undisturbed. Her malware was only partially uploaded, but partial was better than none at all.
Allura stood between her and the door, arms folded, expression furious. "Really?" Pidge said.
"Your fellow paladins are outside prepared to defend the Castle of Lions with their lives," Allura said. "I am not unaware of the danger I put myself in, but it is necessary risk."
"My brother-" Pidge started to say, but Allura interrupted her.
"Get to your lion," she said sternly. "That is an order."
Pidge's brows drew together. "Fine," she said hotly. "When you find my brother, kick his ass for me." She slapped her hand atop her helmet, making sure it was set right on her head, and stormed past Allura toward the door.
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
AU: slts
Characters/Pairing: Shiro/Keith/Lance, Team Voltron
Rating: M
Length: 1507
Summary: "What is it about memory cores and holding cells?" Lance asked philosophically, leaning forward against the bars. The holding cell was tiny, a one-person affair; if he stood in its center he could touch the walls at the same time with his arms outstretched. Not that there were actual walls. "I'm disappointed by how low tech this is," he said, rapping his knuckles on one of the metal bars as thick as his wrist. "I was expecting cool force fields that keep you incarcerated, not ... whatever this is."
"What is it about memory cores and holding cells?" Lance asked philosophically, leaning forward against the bars. The holding cell was tiny, a one-person affair; if he stood in its center he could touch the walls at the same time with his arms outstretched. Not that there were actual walls. "I'm disappointed by how low tech this is," he said, rapping his knuckles on one of the metal bars as thick as his wrist. "I was expecting cool force fields that keep you incarcerated, not ... whatever this is."
"Are you ever going to shut up?" Keith asked.
"No," Lance said. "Is it annoying you?"
"Yes." Keith was seated in his own cell, his back to the bars that divided the two holding areas. He had pulled the hood up over his head again, and the dark, heavy material made him look like a sulking lump. Lance cocked his head and looked down the row of cells — there was an Altean in the one closest to the guard station, but aside from that prisoner they were the only ones in the whole block.
"I really thought we were gonna be yanked right in front of some council or police or something," he said instead, still leaning on the bars. He knew that they were being observed, but the Altean guards hadn't ventured down closer to their holding cells. If anything, Keith's ... condition ... was making them give the two paladins wide berth. Lance was mostly fine with this, except the further away the guards stayed, the harder it was to find out if anyone knew Rian, or even where to find him. "They're all terrified of you."
"Surprise, surprise," Keith muttered. "I don't know why you don't take their cue."
Lance rolled his eyes. "Not that again," he said, and Keith shifted a little but didn't turn around. "C'mon, man. How many times are we gonna do this? You've given me plenty of outs, I'm not afraid of you." He scratched his cheek with a finger thoughtfully. "Your fuzzy ears are kinda cute, actually. You know what, if you keep sulking I'm going to start calling you Mr. Fuzzypants."
This caused Keith to actually turn, and Lance saw the glow of his eyes under the hood. "I will fucking kill you, Lance."
"There he is," Lance said in that same cheerful tone. "Mr. Fuzzypants."
Keith groaned and leaned his head back against the bars. "Lance," he said plaintively.
"I bet I could get Shiro calling you that too. It'll be your new nickname. Well that, and Mullet." Lance smiled beatifically. "I love it."
"I'm finding it really hard to remember why it is I like you."
"Because I have a bangin' bod and a great personality." Lance leaned hard against the bars, watching the guard stand up and move to the door. "Hey, I think something's happening."
Something was indeed happening. Another guard in similar dress came through the door at the end of the brig. Keith stood up and leaned against the bars as well, trying to look past Lance down the corridor. They couldn't quite make out what was happening, at least until one of the guards gestured emphatically down the corridor, clearly at them. "Oh boy," Lance said, as two armed guards made their way down the corridor to where Lance and Keith were imprisoned. "Looks like it's party time."
"No, wait," Keith said — although Lance wasn't sure what Keith thought he was waiting for — and sure enough the second guard was dragging somebody by the arm.
Lance flinched back from the bars despite himself when the Altean guard slammed his hand very close to where Lance's face was. "Hey!" Lance yelped. "I thought you guys were peaceful."
"How many of you?" the guard said.
"Twenty-seven," Lance said. The guard banged the flat of his hand against the bar but this time Lance didn't flinch, his arms folded under the sweep of his makeshift cloak.
"How many?" the Altean said again, and Lance shrugged.
"Fourteen? Thirty-six? Oh, I know - one hundred and one. And some of them even have spots!" Lance stuck out his tongue at the end of the sentence, and the guard muttered something under his breath that was probably an oath but Lance didn't recognize it, he'd have to try to remember it for later use.
The second guard, though, he threw the new prisoner into the cell on the other side of Lance, slamming the door shut. "Keep searching the grounds," the first Altean said to the second. "There could still be more of them."
"Leave no pillow unturned," Lance called after them. "We're hiding everywhere. Even in the head!" He turned to the new arrival in the cell beside his, and put his hands on his hips. "Oh, why am I not surprised," he said. He looked back over his shoulder to Keith, who had transitioned to the wall of bars that separated his and Lance's cell. "Look who it is," Lance said.
"Quarking quiznak, what are you two lunkheads doing here?" Rian refused to even look in their direction, shuffling so that his back was to Lance, head down. "I thought you'd be stuck in the boarding house when I disabled the locks."
"Oh, that was you, was it?" Lance said. "Look, I'm sure we're all happy for this wonderful reunion but I want to get the fuck out of this memory core and forget this whole thing was ever a thing so, just—" Lance gestured with one hand. "Do whatever magic-y Altean thing you do to get us out of here."
"That only works for someone outside the memory core," Rian said. "Besides, I haven't done what I needed to do yet and this stupid thing didn't give me a paladin trial like it was supposed to."
Lance looked back at Keith, who had his hands on the bars loosely. Keith was staring intently at Rian with a strange expression on his shadowed face. Lance could see his ears shifting just a little. "Yeah, way to go," Lance said. "You screwed up being ... what, a paladin-candidate? How did you manage that, I thought you were already one."
"I am a paladin-candidate," Rian said hotly. "This isn't what happened."
"So how did you screw it up then?" Lance taunted lightly, amusing himself with the way that the diminutive Altean was getting hot around the collar. "I mean, you did something to end up here with us winners."
Rian's head shot up. He turned and glared at Lance, before putting both of his hands on the bars. "Why do you think," Rian hissed, his eyes gone narrow, but the soft gold glow still escaping.
Pidge had her bayard in hand and was aiming it at the door while it was sliding open. She eyeballed the door control but before she could use the grapple function of her weapon Allura's voice caught her by complete surprise. "Pidge!"
"Princess?" Pidge said, frozen in spot for a second. Allura was in fact standing in the doorway, one hand on the exterior panel and wearing her own Altean armor. Pidge lowered her bayard and stared as she stepped into the room and hit the door control, closing them off. She was expecting Matt.
"Thank goodness you're okay," Allura said, scanning the room for potential threats and then looking at the computer behind Pidge. "Where is your brother?"
"Gone," Pidge said flatly. "To rescue the prisoners. Allura, what are you doing here? This is the Galra prison ship-" She yanked the cable free from her suit and the data transfer halted permanently at ninety-four percent. "Without a weapon, even-"
"The frigate is coming out of orbit toward the castle ship," Allura said, matter-of-fact. "We need to leave, now. You get to your lion, I'll find your brother and we can get as many prisoners onto the shuttle as we can manage-"
"No," Pidge said. She closed the plate on her arm.
"No?" Allura repeated, stopped mid-stream in surprise.
"I wouldn't be a very good paladin if I let you go deeper into an enemy ship unarmed while I fled," Pidge said. She shifted her bayard to her dominant hand and kicked the console off, leaving it looking mostly-undisturbed. Her malware was only partially uploaded, but partial was better than none at all.
Allura stood between her and the door, arms folded, expression furious. "Really?" Pidge said.
"Your fellow paladins are outside prepared to defend the Castle of Lions with their lives," Allura said. "I am not unaware of the danger I put myself in, but it is necessary risk."
"My brother-" Pidge started to say, but Allura interrupted her.
"Get to your lion," she said sternly. "That is an order."
Pidge's brows drew together. "Fine," she said hotly. "When you find my brother, kick his ass for me." She slapped her hand atop her helmet, making sure it was set right on her head, and stormed past Allura toward the door.