Voltron Angst - Blog Posts

"what are we ?"

you had loved Keith, always have but maybe it was time for you to move on, after all you're simply teammates.

And now, here you were standing by the doorway as you watched Keith talking with Lance, bickering as usual of course.

Keith turned away from Lance with a huff visibly finally having enough of their endless argument listening to Lance protest against his actions and walks over to the doorway, Y/N spins around so that her back hits the wall, hidden from his sight as he walks by, she holds her breath only resuming once he's far down the hall.

He stops in his tracks and turns around arching his brow at the sight of her attempt at stealth

'' I hope you're aware I can hear you, what's going on, Y/N ''

She looks at him slightly embarrassed at how straightforward he was as she looks around for an excuse before spotting Lance, her gaze flickering back and forth between the two guys

'' I just um, needed to speak to Lance ''

Keith looks at her then at Lance with the slightest bit of resentment only to lower his gaze with a frown and walking away

'' right, Lance ''

She keeps her eyes on him as her confused gaze followed his every movement, was he jealous? she thought before shaking her thoughts away and walking towards the main control room in the castle

" hey, Y/N! "

She jumps at the sudden contact as her back bumps into someone before spinning around briskly to look at them, oh right Lance is still here..

...

I finally got away from him, I had forgotten how talkative the paladin is.. she thought as roamed the halls with no seeming destination anyway. As her eyes scanned through the floor tiles she met a familiar pair of boots who stopped right in front of her, she looks up to meet Keith's eyes who were already locked onto hers

"can I help you?.."

she barked out nervously as his gaze pierced through her heart making her breath seemingly unsteady.

"did you mean it?"

she looked at him in confusion at his sudden question

"mean what?"

She asked tilting her head, his patience was visibly running thin as he grabbed her by the collar making her squeak as he shoved her into the wall

"don't act dumb, Y/N. I'm talking about Lance, how you needed to speak to him, nervously hiding behind the wall squirming like some kind of fangirl, it was pathetic really."

He said venom dripping from his words as he spat the most hurtful words he could muster up in the moment his gaze full of desperation which coudn't be missed from how he grabbed her jaw forcing her to look into his eyes.

She sighs searching for any sign of attraction in his gaze before placing her hand on his wrist

"Keith, what are we?"

He looks at her confused, his eyebrow arching as he searches through her gaze and loosens his hand before dropping it and backing away slightly, pausing for a second

"we're friends Y/N, you know this."

She looks down with a saddened expression still her smile never falters as she walks away from him

"that's what I thought."

Rules, Introduction

Hello, my name is Kat and this is my blog, I write fan fiction for a variation of different fandoms AUs and am not opposed to commissions for ocs

Genres I’m willing to write for are,

Fluff, angst

Some examples of fluff or angst would be arguments, comfort, casual dates, sweet movie nights or hurt

Smut

About anything would be fine however I’m unwilling to write about piss kinks, huge age gaps or incest, stepcest is fine

Characters I’m willing to write for are,

Hazbin Hotel; Alastor, Rosie, Charlie, Husk, sir pentious, cherri Bomb, Angeldust, Valentino, Vox, Velvette, Lucifer, ADAM, lute

Helluva Boss; Luna, Moxxie, Millie, blitz, Verosika, Asmodeus, fizzarolli

Voltron; Keith, Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Shiro, Princess

Mha; class 1A, monoma, shinso, tenko, himiko, Dabi, Villain deku, Villain katsuki, villain shoto

Bsd; Dazai, Chuyaa, fyodor

Saiki K; saiki, kaido, chiyo, Aiura, rei

Atla; zuko, sokka

JJK; sukuna, toji, megumi, gojo, itadori

Genshin impact; any male character + Ayaka, Ei, Yae

Haikyuu; Hinata, kageyama, sugawara, suna, kenma, Kuroo, tsukishima, terushima, sakusa kiyoko, Yachi(my favorites) will write for any other character as well

Creepy pasta: Jeff the killer, Ben drowned, slender man, Jane the killer, eyeless jack, hoodie, ticci Toby (other requests)

The Langst no one asked for

• So we all know Lance is rly homesick, right? But he's also ashamed of where he comes from. -he's just a poor boy from Cuba; all he really had was his family and a dream of going to the Space Academy -and he left both of those behind. •All he really wants is for his jokes to be funny, for someone to laugh genuinely at them -and not at him. •He's sick of being compared to Keith. He knows that Keith is a better pilot, better warrior, better paladin, and everyone just has to keep reminding him. -he'll brush it off, laugh, but he has to bite his tongue to keep from screaming that he knows, he knows, so can they shut up already? •He's not good enough. It's obvious, isn't it? He's the fifth wheel, the odd one out. Everyone else has a thing, their thing- Shiro is the fearless leader, always calm and collected, ready for every situation. Pidge is the genius, insanely smart, always hacking and building and collecting data. Hunk is the mechanic, the strong, kind force holding the group together. And Keith is the pilot, the academy prodigy, fast and daring and mysterious. But Lance... what can he do but crack dumb jokes and hit on aliens? He's nothing. A nobody. He's not even worth it. That gun of his has looked pretty appealing more than a few times.

Svidge Week - Day 1: Soulmates + Angst

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“Its an alternate reality!”

He couldn’t breathe. How could he? This…small woman before had nearly killed him.

This small woman from his dreams.

Believe him, he knows it sounds crazy, but its true. Sven was born at an Altean rehab center. Meant to house potential ‘workers’ for the Altean Empire. He lived there with his parents until he was 13. His life there had been restrictive and monitored, but he had his family.

He had been happy.

Before his mild-mannered parents were killed for being ‘physically inferior’ and a ‘long-term unreliability’. After that…Sven had nothing.

And then the dreams started.

Blurry and unfocused at first, the dreams were all Sven could cling to. But they were enough.

She was enough.

The dreams seemed to be from another life altogether. Another life more peaceful and wonderful than the only one Sven has ever known. This woman in green had been different though.

Happier.

In Sven’s dreams they had lived somewhere wonderful. With green, lush grass and the sun bright and warm. So much unlike his life before joining arms with the Guns. It had been a simpler life. Where the pair of them had lived side by side. Grew up together.

But in the dreams she had always been smiling. Usually at him. Other times at inventions her nimble fingers often crafted in her spare time. Brilliant in every way. Her expression so carefree and sparkling, Sven could hardly bare to look at her. Sven used to…used to think that they might’ve been together.

Been in love.

Even now, if Sven thought about it, he could almost smell the scent of her hair from that long ago life. Or the feel of her hands, small and callous from typing, around his own. Even the look of her lips, soft and pink, had Sven’s own almost moving in a phantom memory. Memories.

The only thing Sven could cling to.

He had joined the Guns of Gamora with the hope of avenging his parents and the…very fragile hope of meeting the beautiful girl with the golden eyes. And whose to say he couldn’t? Anything was possible.

Right?

Sven had wanted to find that beautiful girl from his dreams and ask her why he couldn’t get her out of his head. Why she haunted him in such a lovely way. Both in that other life and in this one. Memories of her clinging to him like a drug, a ghost. Could they…?

Could they come together once more?

But no, the look in her eyes proved otherwise. The small woman in green before him may have those same burning, brilliant gold eyes. Those same warm, soft strands of hair around her face. Those same sparkling little freckles all over her skin like kisses. This small woman that had nearly taken his head off, may look like his dear love from another life.

But she wasn’t.

Fly, Fly Away From Me (Angsty!Lotidge)

For @lotidge and @olkarianprincess because gosh darn it I should be studying.

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Lotor had never cared for birds. Small, stupid little things that never seemed to avoid such blatant decoys. Be it plastic or stuffed bait, birds would fall upon them. Thinking them family. She reminded him of a bird in that sense. Small and quick, yes. But stupid? Not at all. The Green Paladin of Voltron was a force to be reckoned with. Her intellect deadlier than any weapon she could ever wield. But that's not why she reminded the Galran Prince of a bird. Oh no. It was that undying kinship. Lotor had stumbled upon her searches for a man he could only assume was her brother. It was that near-reckless willingness to find him that reminded Lotor of a bird. A bird that could be caught. The Galran Prince had simply manipulated the data she would find to lead her into a trap. So eager she was! Disregarding her teammates warnings. Flying straight into the fire. And the sight of the Green Lion being shot out the sky should've...fulfilled Lotor in some vital way. But it didn't. The Lion fell from the sky. Crashing unto the land. Like a fallen star. A dead, decaying creature that was once full of life. Naturally, Lotor tracked the metal carcass down to make sure the Green Paladin was captured and secured. Alive. He had wanted her alive. He had wanted to hear that bird-like heartbeat slamming against her rib cage as he closed upon her. He had wanted to see the fear in her eyes. Not this. Not the lower half of her small body pinned down under the Lion's control panel. Bones, nerves, muscle all flattened and crushed to a pulp. Not the tree branch skewering her stomach. Bile and blood at war with each other underneath Lotor's boots. Alive. He had wanted her alive. He wanted her blood pumping and heart hammering. He didn't want this. He didn't want her head at that angle. Looking up at him in such a way that made it oblivious that her last moments had been far from peaceful. Gold eyes dull with Death. An arm outstretched. But to reached what? It took Lotor some time, but he found it. A ways away from the wreckage of the Green Lion. A small, seemingly insignificant thing really. A photo. One with a girl and boy. The boy Lotor instantly recognized as the rebel he had baited the Green Paladin with. But the girl? She was lovely. Willowy and small, beaming in the burnt, bloody photo. Hair long and beautiful. Gold eyes shining. Lotor's legs gave out as he went back to the Green Paladin's corpse. The realization taking a hold of him feeling not unlike drowning in fire. This mangles corpse. This small woman. This enemy to his empire. She had once been this girl. She had once been a beautiful creature with the promise of the future in her eyes and a body barely strong enough to cling to her brother properly. Lotor looked toward the corpse. And understood. He finally understood birds. With they're yearning to be with those they love, they're willing to risk it all. If only they can get a last embrace, a last spot of warmth. Only to be struck to the ground. But even bloody and broken, birds still cry. Cry for their kin, not knowing their fake, but still HOPING. Lotor looked at the bloodied woman. And wanted to cry. Birds! Stupid, stupid beautiful birds. He looked to the woman who had died in agony but still yearned for her brother more than anything, and all Lotor could do was clench his eyes shut and look away. Maybe he had been wrong about this woman. She wasn't as smart as he gave her credit for. No, no. This girl truly was a stupid bird. Caught up in a lions' game.

There was always a distance between them. A bridge that, no matter how hard Shiro tried, he could never cross. She was always moving, making, creating. She was getting ahead of life faster than he ever would. But it still wasn't enough. It wasn't enough for her to join them. To come with him and her family to unknown territories. Time was, and always will be, the killer.

Some Younger!Keith Angst for the soul

Keith found him outside. It's where his dad would usually escape to at night. With a bottle of whiskey by his side, Mr. Kogane would just sit there. Rocking back and forth of the porch swing and stare up at the sky. Until he either passed out from exhaustion or the whiskey. But it was usually the whiskey. Keith never disturbed his dad whenever he was like this. But Keith, still only six, had a very pressing dilemma before him. He couldn't sleep. So what else could he do but go to his dad? With his little heart beating in his chest, the little boy opened the mesh door of their house to venture outside. With his dad. Mr. Kogane was a huge man. Rugged from his work both on their farm and in the auto shop he worked at. He was handsome to, according to Keith's gossipy teachers. But Keith didn't find the worn lines on his father's face attractive at all. Just scary. "Dad?" Mr. Kogane startled, looking for the source of the voice. Eyes meeting his son's. He looks sad, thought Keith. There was a weakness to his otherwise strong father in that moment. A wetness to his eyes that startled Keith. Mr. Kogane trying to choke something out of his fumbling mouth. The moonlight washing over them. "P-Pal! What'er you doing up so late?" "Couldn't sleep..." Keith looked down at his bare toes on too-small PJs instead of his father's face. Still started by the sudden weakness in his otherwise strong father. "Pal...Aw c'mon. Get over here." Keith obeyed. Hoping onto the porch swing while his dad tried, in vain, to discreetly put the whiskey away. But that didn't matter. His father embracing him. How could Keith not melt into it? How could he not take comfort in the bigger, warmer body all around him? Sure, his dad smelled like whiskey and oil. But he was his dad And Keith loved him. "You're a lot like your mom, you know that?" Keith stilled. His dad never talked about his mom. EVER. "You got them smart, sharp eyes. Can hardly keep up with ya Pal." His father laughed, big and booming as he pulled back to ruffle Keith's hair. Tears in his eyes. "Sometimes...Sometimes I wonder if she can us from up there. If she loves us just as much as we love her. If..." Turning his head, Mr. Kogane pointed with a callous hand at the stars above them. Shining, glittering. Like pretty things Keith and his dad couldn't even HOPE to have. His father started sobbing. Pulling Keith close, the grown man sobbing into his son's rumpled PJs. Wailing like his heart was being crushed. And maybe it was. "If we could ever give you the life you deserve Pal."

hey, uh, did someone order some angst tropes?

lance being super insecure, feeling bad because he knows it’s irrational, but he feels like he’s being over shadowed by his fellow paladins.(shiro doesn’t have an arm and he’s fine, i really don’t contribute anything meaningful to the team).

pidge trying really hard to rationalize her feelings; isolating herself completely in the process, but not knowing how to open herself up to anyone, because she doesn’t even know how she feels.

hunk trying his best to be the support everyone needs, but he gets overwhelmed and breaks down because he can’t handle the emotional turmoil the team is unknowingly putting him under, but he can’t let it show because he’s the rock.

allura getting high-key depressed, because she is trying so hard to make the universe a better place, but every time she takes a step forward the galra push her five steps back, which makes her feel as though her efforts are useless.

coran not being able to stay on the same project for too long and being scolded for it, he tries to stay positive with new adventures and tasks, but he feels like he needs to put aside his personal happiness and wellness, because he’s being berated for it.

keith and lance get into a fight, so as shiro is trying to act as peace keeper, he overlooks important information and because he’s the leader he blames himself for any and all faults of the mission. he starts doubting his leadership but hides his feelings to appease the team.

keith blocks out everybody in his life, claiming he doesn’t need it, everybody already thinks he’s the lone wolf and all. he starts getting snippy and easily irritated because of his pent up feelings, which starts to put the team at risk.