The Friend
By cersedshadow
On Archive of Our Own
Status: Complete; Oneshot; 7,375 words; part 3 of 12 Days of Lance series
Summary: Day 3: The Friend ‘What. The. Fuck?’ breathed Keith, stepping out from where he had been half hidden behind Shiro. ‘Err, do you think we should follow them? Pidge really, really looked like she was going to bite his head of this time.’ Yellow and Blue; the legs of Voltron. The support of the team. Hunk; great cook, compassionate listener, provider of warm hugs. Lance; good at kicking.
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Other Works in This Series:
Part 5 - The Sharpshooter: Lance breathed in slowly, held, exhaled. Felt the slow beat of his heart. Blocked everything out; the fear, the madness, the confusion. Held perfectly still. One beat. Two. 'I'm like the cool, ninja, sharpshooter!' It had been said long ago, half in jest. It was about time everyone took those words just a little more seriously.
Part 9 - The Adaptable: ‘Incredible’ breathed Allura, eyes sparkling. ‘That. Was. So. Cool!’ cried Hunk, jumping to his side. ‘That last one, what was it? It looked kind of like mine but…short.’ He said, squishing his own imaginary bayard in his hands. Lance let out an exhausted chuckle. Blue always knew how to pick them. It was about time others saw that. Luckily, Lance in an expert on going with the flow.
Part 10 - The Goofball: Apparently his team were just as deprived of games of charades in their childhood as they were of chinese whispers because the message didn’t seem to be getting across. Lance was going to have to force them into some family fun time after this. For the sake of the universe. Lance knew he was a bit of a goof at times but he had never let that stop him doing his job. He just sometimes wished his team would notice that. Luckily for them, Lance is a great improviser.
