My @voltronsecretsanta2k18 for @ambivalentlangst !!Ā
You had asked something pretty langsty and even though it wasnāt exactly what you prompted me, I did hurt the boy! ft. Hance because you also said you enjoyed it and this ship deserves more cuddles (and pain) !!
Happy Holidays to you, I hope you enjoy your gift!!Ā
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Okay, so hear me out for a moment. A good number of us have probably seen Moana right? Well, in the movie Moana is the daughter of a Polynesian Chief. Her people are forbidden to leave their island but at the end, they all go out on boats to explore. In the movie, Moana express her love for the ocean and how, no matter how hard she fights it, sheās always drawn to it. So imagine her and her people traveling everywhere. They eventually make their way to a large island; i. e. Colombian, Venezuelan area. They explore for a distance and eventually find the other side. From there they find their way to Cuba. Now, by this time, Moana has aged a decade or so and is the chieftain. She meets this attractive Cuban dude, they fall in love, yada yada. Generations pass and their children still live in Cuba. Until they send one of their sons to a space training school called the Garrison. We all know what happens to said son. And when you think about it, its like the Ocean has chosen Moana again because the blue lion is the guardian of water, and she choose Lance. Moanas grandmother loved the ocean, as did Moanas father, and Moana herself. So its almost like its biological right? So Iāve always pictured Lance basically growing up on the beach, along with all his family. They all love the water and cant stand to be away from it for too long. And its actually kind of sad when you think about it. Moana couldnāt stand to be away from the Ocean for more than a few days, but imagine how Lance feels. Heās so far from the ocean and though they might swim in other oceans on other planets, deep down they donāt compare. Because theyāre not the Ocean his family has been connected to for centuries. Maybe thats why his homesickness is so bad. Theres a part of him missing.
because body modifications on short notice can be a Bit Much hereās the first thing that popped into my head after S8
Lance loved Allura. There was no denying that, not when every night as he closed his eyes for bed he saw her face on the backs of his eyelids. He missed the smell of her perfume in his nose, her smile, the warmth of her hand in his own.
He missed her so muchit hurt. His ache for her was a never-ending stream of blades sinking into his skin, cutting him open where he stood. She had been so brave, so beautiful as she sent them away. Lance had always loved her, and he understood why she chose what she did. He just had to wonder, did she put the marks on him on purpose? He loved her and knew many things about her, but Lance couldnāt be sure. What he was certain of, however, was that every time he stared at himself in the mirror, he felt nothing but pain.
Lance spent a lot of time with Keith after Allura. The farm was mostly quiet, as Lance wanted. He neededtime to grieve, but Keith always reappeared between missions. Every time, Lance somehow found himself welcoming him back with open, genuine arms.
He told Keith, when he asked, that he wasnāt exactly okay. āShe justāshe was family, Keith. Iām trying to move on, go through the motions, but itās not working. I just want to see her again.ā Lance stared into his hands, a few tears cradled in the joints of his fingers. āI want to be with her again, but thatās never going to happen. I donāt know what to do.ā
Keith was getting better but still wasnāt comfortableĀ with emotions, so Lance held back about the sleepless nights, the makeup he indulged in when he couldnāt bear the reminder of her in his reflection.
The marks stung, burned with how heād adored her, had seen her end coming the moment she admitted to letting the entity inside of her. Lance was helpless to stop it all, in the end. Heād never been able to make her see reason, and it was even worse to know that even if her actions stole her away, they were what stopped Honerva.
(Allura had reasoned with the witch, but Lance wasnāt as sympathetic. He had piloted Red in the end, but Blueās iciness never left him, not fully. Honerva was a monster. Lance would never believe otherwise, and for more than just Allura.)
Keith nodded. Lance had a houseāmore of a shack, reallyāseparate from his family. He loved them, but they were too loud to be around all the time. He couldnāt handle constantly smiling for them, pretending nothing was wrong. Inside, the air was warm. āYou donāt have to, you know. Iāveāuhābeen talking to the Blades whoāve dealt with this. Krolia, especially. They say it always gets better with time, itās just up to us to fill it.ā
Lanceās hand came to cover one of the marks Allura had left him. When he was alone, heād taken to picking at them. He loved them on her, but the blue hooks felt more like a disfiguration, a gruesome reminder than a memory of their love because they werenāt his.
Keithās eyes followed the motion. āIs it weird, you know, having the marks now?ā
Lanceās first instinct was to shake his head, and he did. āNo, no. She left them for me, after all, whether she meant to or not.ā
Keith didnāt look completely satisfied with Lanceās answer, which didnāt spell out a peaceful immediate future. Keith didnāt like not having answers and kept probing. āBut?ā
Lance stood, going to adjust the angle of picture hanging on the wall that didnāt need adjusting. āBut nothing. Itās fine, Keith. She gave them to me. Iām not going to think about rejecting them.ā
āDo you not want them, though? She would never have done anything to you if she knew you didnāt want her to.ā
Lance shrugged, edging towards the door. āItās fine, Keith. Leave it alone, please.ā
Keith was suddenly there, hand on his shoulder. āLance.ā
āLeave it alone,ā Lance all but begged, voice getting choked. He didnāt turn to meet his eyes.
āLance, cāmon. Sit with me.ā
Lance thought about refusing. He could go out into the fields, sit in the juniberry patch and ignore Keith until he gave up. Lance, for as good as he was at talking, had also learned the usefulness of the silent treatment. Instead, his shoulders slumped and he sat with Keith. He didnāt want to chase him off. The others visited, sure, his family was close by, but Lance needed a better reminder that he wasnāt alone, that there were others grieving alongside him, even if not to the same extent.
Keith arranged himself across from Lance this time, their legs touching in the limited space. Lance couldnāt find it in himself to mind it.
āHow long have you wanted them gone?ā he asked, blunt as ever. He was obviously concerned but didnāt seem all too sure about how to go about doing things.
Lanceās gaze was set on their ankles, the divots and curves of the their skin. āSince I figured out that they were there. In the moment, I donāt know. I didnāt realize. She was going off in her blaze of glory and I wasāI wasnāt sure Ā I was going to be able to hold myself together long enough to leave, Keith. It was rough.ā
Rough was the understatement of the century.
āItās like Iām taking a part of her. It doesnāt feel right. The marks arenāt mine to have. They areāwereāhers, and Iām just an imposter.ā
Keith had to take pause. Coran established that Lance wasnāt really Altean, none of his biology had changed; he just had the marks. When he decided he was done, he began, tentatively, āAnd have you done anything about it?ā
Lance shrugged. āBought some foundation. It lasts for a bit, but itās like as soon as they figure out theyāre being covered, they make themselves known again. They start glowing, which doesnāt hurt, exactly, but it makes my face get warm. I feel them, then, so I donāt wear it too often. I scratch at them sometimes, when things get bad. I canāt even break the skin around them. It just gets sore.ā His head dropped to his chest, tears threatening to fall. Granted, they were nothing Keith hadnāt seen already, but theyād never come like this before. āTheyāre stuck on there good.ā
Keith winced. āAnd nobody else knows that theyāreāthat youāre not happy with them?ā
A dull shake of Lanceās head. āIt would break Coranās heart. Hunk, Shiro, and Pidge are fine. They donāt need my drama. My familyās worried enough as is. I mean, Veronica was already nervous about me being out fighting, you know, a war. Itās just too much, Keith.ā The admission was quiet, fearful. Lance was terrified that he would be told he was ungrateful, that he wasnāt respecting what sheād done for them.
Instead, Keith drew him into a hug. āWe can get these off, Lance. She would never leave you without a way out.ā
Lance got a lot of hugsāfrom his family, from his team, from Allura, when she was still around. None had ever felt as relieving as Keithās in that moment, wrapped in his arms and being told he would help him fix it, that it was okay to feel like it needed fixing.
Keith wasnāt a touchy person, so the hug was over quickly. That did very little dampen the effect of the burden being taken off Lanceās shoulders.
āI know weāve all been a little distant after this whole thing, but youāre not alone. You know that, right?ā Keith asked.
In theory, Lance did. It was a little more difficult in practice. āYeah, I know. Itās just hard sometimes.ā He choked out a hysterical, teary laugh. āThanks for stopping by. Itāsāumānice to not have to carry this kind of thing alone.ā
Keith nodded and even though his smile was a little grim, it was the first time since Allura had gone that Lance thought he might be alright.
Mhmm yeah okay so thereās something I gotta say,,, ,Ā I love @voldsomt-sor with all of my big, mushy heart and itās their birthday!!!! UwU!!!!! As a result Iāve prepared a lil post-season seven birthday gift for you using number thirty on this list and platonic shance, as requested. I hope you like itāhappy birthday babe!!!!!
Shiro finds Lance in the Garrison cafeteria at approximately three thirty in the morning. This is concerning for a number of reasons, the most prevalent to Shiro at the moment being that Lance insists on getting as much sleep as possible. At times, Shiro gets frustrated with Lanceāwhen a joke goes too far, when his flirtatious grin makes an appearance at an inopportune time, but he never really wants him to change. If it was a fluke, simply one sleepless night, Shiro would be less worried. If Lance didnāt have purple bags smudged under his eyes, if his normally radiant complexion didnāt look a little grey, it would be fine. As it is, he edges his way into the kitchen with purposeful, loud steps to announce his entrance.
Lance startles, head swiveling side to side before landing on Shiro, who pretends he canāt see the flash of light indicative of a bayardās presence. His memories of when he wasnāt around are hazy and donāt lend him any answers when his mind races, wondering when Lance took on that kind of hypervigilance. Lance smiles, lips stretched unnaturally thin over his pearly teeth.
Shiro waves, though the action is uncertain, faltering. Heād come for some instant noodles after skipping dinner in favor of meetings with Garrison personnel, and his stomach was demanding to be filled. āHey, Lance. What are you doing here?ā
Itās just the two of them. The isolation, once so common in the sprawling grounds of the castle, bothers Shiro like a cat having its fur rubbed the wrong way.
Lance shrugs. āCouldnāt sleep. Needed to walk a little. Got tired of that, and ended up here.ā Despite the clipped sentences, heās forcing warmth into the explanation, doing his best to keep whatever is bothering him away from Shiro.
At least he doesnāt appear to be lying. Shiro makes himself think of that as a positive. He abandons his original quest, coming to sit across the table from Lance. āI get that. You doing okay?ā
Lance starts in flippantly. āNah, just couldnāt sleep like Iāā
āLance, you know thatās not what I asked.ā
Lanceās mouth screws up, eyes darting back and forth in a frantic search for an escape. Shiro doesnāt like the feeling it gives him, knowing Lance doesnāt want to talk with him. When had that happened? Lance talks and talks and talks even when he shouldnāt, so why now is he stalling?
āLook, I know things arenāt the same, Iām not your black paladin anymore, but weāre still friends, arenāt we? You can trust me.ā
Lanceās stare is quick to flit to Shiro, full of warning and a little bit of pain he doesnāt understand. Just as soon, it settles back on the table, a finger tracing a scuff in the metal of it. āThings just havenāt been sitting well with me, recently. Itās all been so much.ā
Shiro nods. Okay, overexertion. Thatās simple enough. āYou know you can take a few days off, right? Go see your family, really be with them. Weāre okay right nowānone of us will blame you.ā
Lanceās hands grip the table, stopping their fidgeting. One of the bulbs overhead is flickering a little. Shiro is way past thinking the effect it gives is ominous. Rather, the shadows it casts on Lanceās face just make him look sad.
āItās not that kind of much.ā
The words are spat at Shiro, tickets from an arcade game he hadnāt expected to do so well on. He fumbles for a moment, scooping them up from the floor. When theyāre safely tucked in his pocket, he tries again. āOkay.ā He thinks and decides that last time, he rushed into things. He goes slower, tries harder to understand. āOkay,ā he repeats. āThen what kind of much is it?ā Lance doesnāt usually talk like this, using phrases that dance around the mind and one has to consider the weight of. Shiroās concern grows.
āI could handle it, was handling it. I mean, yourāwhatever it was, I guessādidnāt like me much, but I could handle that. Now, itās justāā
A sound of frustration, hands flexing with it. āItās not right. I know Iām where Iām supposed to be, but, I donāt think Keith really thinks so.ā Thereās an ashamed, almost fearful look that follows the admission like heās waiting to be told off, to have Shiro not take his side.
Shiro and Keith have never tried to hide their closeness, and he hides a wince at how thatās coming back to bite him. āGo on,ā Shiro encourages softly, wishing he was on Lanceās side of the table to comfort him physically.
āI know heās stressed. He doesnāt like Earth much and he misses Krolia. Being the black paladin is a lot, anyway, but heāI donāt know. Itās probably stupid but itās likeālike, what? You think youāre the only one suffering? Before he left with the blades we talked,ā Lance doesnāt say about what, āand I thought we were cool, but now heās different. Weāre supposed to be a team, and itās not working like it used to. Heās not as nice, and I wish things could back to how they were.ā
Lance looks up at Shiro, bracing himself to be told heās wrong, that heās exaggerating. Shiro can see it in the strain of his shoulders, that Lance has convinced himself itās dumb. He mulls over whatās been said, allows it for a split second. Heās glad Keith has grown and, truthfully, he doesnāt know any of whatās been going on with him and Lance. Heās been gone. This gap in his knowledge, the lack of direction heās left with, hurts more than he thought it would. He would like to think that Keith isnāt doing it on purpose. No matter whatās an accident and whatās not though, Lance is hurting. Shiro may not be the leader anymore, but he canāt allow that either.
He reaches forward, ignoring the painful jab of the table into his stomach to take Lance by the shoulders. āItās not stupid, Lance. Anything that has you feeling like this needs to be addressed. How long has this been bothering you?ā
Lance shrugs. Shiro doesnāt pry, just tries to sort out what to do. Heāll have to have Keith and Lance talk, definitely, and oh godwhat a mess thatāll be. Heāll have to ask the others if theyāve noticed anything strange there, but first and foremost, Lance. Heās sitting in front of him baring his vulnerabilities, expecting to be shot down. Itās a good thing Shiroās always been good at defying expectations.
He forgoes actually getting up and going around the table between them, sliding over it to sit next to Lance in one smooth motion. Shiro can physically feel the stress leave Lanceās body as he slumps against him, head pressed into his chest.
āItās not stupid,ā he tells him again. Theyāve never been all that close in the scheme of things, but thatās not going to stop Shiro from giving Lance the comfort he needs. Heās his teammate, his friend, his family.
Lance doesnāt end up saying anything more.
Maybe itās because heās afraid the little sniffles heās making into Shiroās shirt will carry through to his voice, maybe after confessing something he was so scared of heās truly run out of words. It doesnāt really matter. The grip he holds on Shiro expresses his thanks in a way theyāre both on the same page about. That, if nothing else, settles into its proper place.
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Itās late and Iām feeling a lil impulsive here I am and Iām gonna mildly go off just this one (1) time abt Voltron
I will officially be accepting or rejecting any canon past season 2 on a case by case basis.
Season 7 of the show was okay. Season 6 stressed me out bc So Much happened. Season 8 mostly left me very burned out inspiration wise and generally disappointed in the show. Everything before that?? Honestly???? It was so much fun and Voltron as a whole made me very happy
I have yet to come to terms with how Voltron handled Lanceās character by the end of the show. I sobbed hysterically for several days abt it due to the fact that every other main character was able to have a concrete arc based on growing their personality w/out the involvement of romance, excepting him. I like Allurance casually. I like Klance casually. I would have hated Lanceās character regression in s8 just as much if Keith was his endgame.
We never saw Lanceās sword in action. That made me sad. We never saw anybody acknowledge that he died. That also made me sad.
I miss Lotor a bunch. Lance gave me the most inspo. for Voltron, but Lotor was, in my opinion, Voltronās most complex and interesting character by far.
Voltron was riddled with side plots that never came to fruition. That irritates me a lot.
The show focused very heavily on Keith and Allura throughout, as well as Pidge and Shiro towards the beginning. The focus on Keith, in particular, I found boring.
Speaking of Keith, I will always reject the two year jump in time. To me, thatās cheap writing and character development.
Nobody deserves to live out the rest of their life mourning someone who died in the very beginning stages of it.
I have yet to forgive Adamās death. I donāt dislike Shiro/Curtis, but that was a quick-fix at best. I cried tears of joy when I saw that Shiro was confirmed queer. They killed off his lover and the prospect of a relationship I wanted to see blossom. I wanted Adam to live, and I wanted Shiro to get his happy ending with the man he left behind.
The fact that they kept making new Voltrons was repetitive and got boring very quickly. I lost interest in any that showed up post-Atlas. The only reason the Atlas interested me is because Shiro got to pilot it and step into a leadership role again which was!!! Great!!!!!
me, shouting from the back of a bar after watching an animated show respect itās rating and not delving into the full spectrum of trauma and repercussions of said trauma it puts its child protagonist through but considering it for myself: HEY YOU GUYS WANNA KNOW WHATāS FUCKED UP