It had been years since the universe was saved and Voltron was dismantled. The Paladins, now in their late teens and early 20s, had returned to Earth scattered—each pulled into different high schools, cities, and even galaxies. But peace had given them something they'd never had before: time. And for the first time in years, they chose to live.
Now, they were reunited—coincidentally or fatefully—at Artemis Unity College, the most progressive, intergalactic campus on Earth. Dorms were co-ed, species-inclusive, and full of chaos and heart. The moment the Paladins saw each other again in the main quad—older, inked, pierced, swaggering with new confidence and deep scars—they barely recognized each other.
🛏️ Dorm Scene: The Reunion
The dorm lounge is buzzing with low music, LED lights bouncing off tapestries and hollow space glass. Alien exchange students from other planets sit beside humans, sipping from neon-colored drinks, smoking coils that emit fruity smoke, and laughing in over ten different languages.
The door opens, and Pidge walks in first. She’s changed the most. Her once shaggy hair is now short and dyed lime green with shaved sides. She’s bulked up from years in robotics and the gym. Tattoos of circuitry run along her arms, and her piercings gleam in the dim dorm lighting. She’s holding an iced coffee, already sleep-deprived and muttering about exams.
Next is Keith. Half-Galra, half-brooding, his hair’s longer now, tied into a low bun with shaved undercut sides. His black hoodie hangs loose over a tank top that reveals a large, red Galra tribal tattoo across his shoulder. He has a nose ring, a cigarette behind his ear, and a glare that hasn’t softened—but now it says “I’ve seen worse.”
Lance swaggers in next, wearing ripped jeans, chunky rings, and an open button-up showing off a sunburst tattoo over his heart. He’s tanned, flirtatious, loud, and somehow more confident than ever—but with a maturity that only time and therapy could teach. He’s holding a hard seltzer and immediately shouts, “No way! Is that Shiro Junior?” at Hunk, who just walked in.
Hunk is still warm-hearted and gentle, but he's taken on a surfer-meets-metalhead vibe. He wears cargo shorts, an alien-designed guitar strapped to his back, and an apron from his part-time job at a fusion café. He has a full sleeve of tattoos—symbols of planets, galaxies, and food. He grins, hugging everyone like he never left.
Allura, no longer a princess but an intergalactic cultural studies major, walks in with a radiance that makes the room pause. Her brown skin glows, markings still bright on her cheeks, and her hair now flows in lavender curls. She has delicate piercings along her pointed ears and a tattoo of the old Altean crest on her collarbone. She sips wine from a glass like it’s water and raises a brow. “So, this is what dorm life is like?”
Shiro follows behind, no longer their leader but now a calm, slightly tired upperclassman majoring in intergalactic law. His cybernetic arm has been redesigned—sleeker, more modern. He has a few quiet tattoos (including a constellation behind his ear) and keeps everyone grounded with his “you idiots better not burn the place down” energy.
🌈 It’s Pride Month. And the Dorm Is Alive.
Flags hang from every doorway—rainbow, bi, ace, nonbinary, trans, Galran Pride, Altean Unity, and more. A pride mixer is happening in the common room. Keith is cornered by two alien students trying to flirt with him. Lance is already tipsy and trying to drag Pidge into karaoke. Pidge mutters, “I swear to all moons, I will hack the speakers.”
Hunk is feeding everyone. Allura is lowkey judging everyone’s taste in alcohol. Shiro, surprisingly, joins in a drinking game and shocks everyone with how much he can hold.
They’ve all changed. They’ve all grown. They drink. They smoke. They swear. They cry sometimes, and they laugh often. And slowly, in that dorm room filled with glitter, alien weed, rainbow lights, and clashing music—they find each other again.