Aphrodite
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  • Reads 622
  • Votes 21
  • Parts 5
  • Time 48m
Ongoing, First published Jul 21, 2018
"Uh, Hunk? Some help, please? There's gotta be a way to open this thing!"
[Muffled auditory signals, coming from above. Overheated, system failure.]
"Uh... I don't know, Pidge, I don't usually go around opening up strange, wrecked alien ships!"
"Oh, c'mon! Don't be such a baby and help me! Put those huge arms to use!"

The year is 5036.
Humans have long since settled into a comfortable, albeit somewhat unwanted, harmony with the powerful Alteans on the 10th and last floor.
Humanity is crammed between level 2 and 8, densely packed.
Floor 1 is just below the Earth's sufrace and has for thousands of years been dedicated to the shunned Garlas.
90% of the Earth's surface area is built upon, only one ocean remaining.

Then...

One day a strange, hidden visitor somehow manages to crash land on the second floor city-system Panthera.
Pidge and Hunk decide to awaken it.
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Where did I go? (Discontinued) cover
Toumia cover
Our little secret -- Klance cover
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[Klance] You Can See It In The Blue

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As humans, you have to fight irrelevance. There are seven billion humans on Earth, approximately. Every time someone dies, someone is born to replace them, to mask the pain of loss. You, as one person, do not exist to around six billion, nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-five people, if you are truly loved by five persons. Luck of the draw, life on Earth is. At least, that's what the human species chooses to believe. Now, knowing more alien species exist than human races, Lance feels suffocated. He has to fight even more for that little bit of relevance, to get acknowledged. Even being the blue lion of Voltron doesn't make much difference, since rarely do they actually see him . ____________________________________________________________________ A promised vacation isn't as relaxing as Lance hopes. [Alt: Lance is forced to face his multitude of issues, which involves a slightly irritating alien 'therapist'. Totally not his idea of a break, if you ask him.]