Hello Lovelies! I'm so happy to be sharing this doc with you and that you enjoy reading it!
This update has nothing to do about the book though, sorry. It's just about Voltron in general.
Real talk... season 8 broke my fucking heart.
It's not just how Klance isn't cannon and how Shiro never got to mourn Adam or how Lance was demeaned to a love interest only after wearing Allura down over 7 season (these are my opinions please don't attack me).
But the fact that the show is just over... it meant so much to me.
The characters and the actions and the friendships and everything. Voltron taught me so much, was there for me when life was shit and even though I'm angry and upset I'm so thankful.
I find myself crying a lot, thought that's probably the depression haha.
I can't express in words how sad I am. Nor can I express in words how deeply this simple show has touched me.
It brought me friends. It brought me a safe place. It brought me feelings when I was numb and characters that I fell in love with.
A lot of people say that they're glad that it's gone. That it's all over and are just bitter over how it ended with so many loose ends.
Like, not gonna I've still got so many questions. There's still so much I can know from this show and I hope they release all the deleted episodes as unofficial ones.
It saddens me to think: I'll never see new interactions or places or anything.
And I am sad, pissed, that Klance isn't cannon. But I can't bring myself to hate Voltron because of everything else it gave me.
And who needs cannon when we have cannon right?
Lekira for life am I right?
My point is that let's just play this out. This won't be my last Klance fanfic, but it's close. I've gotten inspiration and I'm telling you right now it's gonna be sad.
Keep walking with me in this new life I've given Lance and Keith, a life where both of them are with the people they need.
Thank you lovelies.
Thank you Voltron.
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A Klance Fanfic - For Him
FanfictionIt was a typical Friday for Keith. Go to school. Hate school. Leave school. Maybe occasionally the Omega would be chased by a dumb group of Alphas. Lance was also having a typical Friday afternoon. Leave practice then jog through the backstreets...