#dad!lance

lancey stroll!!! he is sososo pretty

You weren't entirely sure how Lance had convinced you to let your 2 year old daughter on the ice. When he told you that he wanted to take Lucia ice skating, you had thought it would be a cute thing for the 3 of you, not lance getting her padded up with a small ice hockey jersey that was still too big for her with her name and number on the back.

"Lance, please be careful with her!" You yelled from the side, chewing on your bottom lip as you watched Lance hold Lucia's small hands, slowly trailing behind her.

"I know! Look she's a natural!" He yelled, beaming at his pride and joy.

Just as she fell flat on her face on the ice.

"Lance!"

"I'm okay mama!" Lucia yelled out, holding her arms up for Lance to pick her up and set her back on her feet. "Daddy, I'm cold." She pouted, crossing her arms and looking up at her father. Lance smiled as he chuckled, realising he had ended up with a miniature version of you.

"Well, I think mama has some hot chocolate for you in the stands, do you think you can go over on your own and be a big girl?" Lance asked her, kneeling to be on her level. He smiled as she nodded confidently. "That's my girl." He gave her a gentle push, and you welcomed your little girl back onto solid ground with open arms.

You were by all means fiercely protective of Lucia, she was your first baby, how could you not be? She was yours and Lance's beautiful little girl, and Lance wanted to do Ice Hockey with her, of all things?

How Canadian of your husband.

"Are you sure that you want to do Ice Hockey, baby? No one's going to be mad if you want to move to do ballet, or even go karting," You ask your daughter, handing her the hot chocolate that you hoped would provide some warmth to her small body.

"I already asked her that, she wants to play ice hockey," Lance told you, putting his hand on the small of your back - He could tell that you were worried about your daughter playing such a sport. "She's good at it, just nervous because she has a harsh critic watching her." You smacked Lance's chest as he playfully smacked your behind, shooting him your hardest gaze.

"You're not funny Lance, and I'm not harsh on her, she's 3. I'm harsh on you because you make silly mistakes," You told your husband, giggling as you heard Lucia laugh at the slight blush on her dad's face.

"Yeah daddy, you make silly mistakes," Lucia said, pointing and giggling at her dad, who crossed his arms over your chest.

"Lucy didn't you fall flat on your face 5 minutes ago?"

pokemon doodles but its mostly just my blorbos. i really wanna draw the johto quartet more often cus i love them so much :)

If anyone wants a dose of hearing Lance being a dad in real life to Silver, this is the closest thing that you'll get! Morikawa Toshiyuki sounds as gentle as Lance when he voices Kazuma, too 🏃‍♀️💨

Chapters: 22/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: honestly, just pure langst, like sorry to my boi but I'm making him suffer, Angst with a Happy Ending, everyone does in fact care, my poor blue boi, Torture, my poor boi gets tortured in this, Latino Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Angst, Lance (Voltron)-centric, BAMF Lance (Voltron), Dark Lance (Voltron), kind of, more like morally ambiguous lance, lance is a badass in this one, Don't Hurt His Friends, he'll come for you, Sniper Lance (Voltron), klance, it does end in Klance guys, umm language? I guess, Updated tags after this, dad!Lance, single dad Lance, Tags Contain Spoilers Summary:

Lance gets kidnapped on a mission. The team is doing all they can to try and find him, but will they find him in time? or will it be too late for their Blue Paladin?

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I love this! I've never written Lance before so let's hope this is okay!

Gym

Warnings: language

Lance stood in front of his daughter's coach with his arms folded across his chest, chewing his gum and legs spread as he bounced on the balls of his feet listening to such nonsense coming from your coaches mouth.

Your father, a former gold medalist in gymnastics believed in you and your talent, your coach Hope had other opinions.

"I've never known such a fuckin' lazy athlete!" Hope spat out when it came to discussing you, the other parents covering their kids ears but too interested to see where this was going to leave.

"If she is lazy it's only because of you! I've seen her train and work her ass off so don't you give me that shit Gregory! Do your fucking job and coach my daughter properly or I won't be responsible for what happens to you. You don't wanna fuck with me." He jabbed her shoulder with his index finger, Hope reacting negatively and slapping his hand off.

Lance smirks turning to the group of shocked parents and apologizing, not wanting to make a big scene in front of you. Because let's face it, he doesn't give a shit about anyone else. Not really, you're his world though.

He picks up the chapstick that flew out of his hand and walking out of the meeting carrying your gym bag with one arm and throwing his other over your shoulder with you strolling beside him, thanking him for having your back.