#lance fluff

mash thought it was a normal day where you showered him with kisses and love galore. didn't think much of it when you gave him a quick peck the cheek and his lips, but was confused when you started giggling after you pulled away.

when he looked at you to ask if something was wrong, he saw the blurred, red pigment on your lips, which were spread into a wide smile. if he had anything to say about it, he'd say you were proud of yourself for something.

he genuinely doesn't realize what you were so happy about until later that day when he meets up with his friends, who were more than shocked to him in such a state.

while they help him clean away his face and tell him to wipe your kisses away to not have the marks leave behind stains on his skin, he doesn't see a problem with it. he feels a little sad since he didn't get to see his face with your kisses on it, but he could always go back to you for more, no?

finn knows what you're up to instantly. the moment he sees you with the vibrant red lipstick on, he's looking for a way to escape his fate. the problem is that he can't say no to you when you have your arms open for a hug like that, so he ends up with three or four kisses on his face anyway.

they're mostly scattered across his freckles, which leaves him a little more flustered than it would if it were, for example, on his forehead. however, he has enough manners to not wipe them away immediately in fear of hurting your feelings for doing so. he'll keep them for a few minutes and wipe them away once you've had your fill of giggles and pride.

dot has nothing to lose when it comes to you. anything to do with you is a win-win for him, so he has no qualms letting you scatter lipstick marks all over him. he'll even pull the collar of his shirt down a little to let you leave some on his neck and collarbone!

he does get a little nervous someone might see him in this state, but pushes the thought away because there's nothing embarrassing about receiving love from his girlfriend.

he has pride as a boyfriend, and this is certainly one of his proudest moments as your lover.

lance is completely against it unless you're in private. he doesn't want anyone but you to see him at the mercy of your love and affection. if someone did see, he might melt into a puddle of embarrassment and die in a hole somewhere. please don't tease him too much, he won't let you do it again!

he'll only ever admit to himself internally that it wasn't a horrible experience, and seeing his face covered in pretty red marks in the shape of your lips wasn't a bad sight, but he'll never say it out loud.

such a prideful boyfriend you have here.

rayne decides to judge how he feels about your actions after he experiences it. he's willing to be less uptight when he's with you because you're just a classmate, nor are you his coworker. his seriousness has no place in your relationship, and if word got out that the sword cane is a lovesick fool, then who is he to deny it?

the entire world should know his heart belongs to you, which is more than enough for him to let you brand his face with a pretty shade of red that he thinks is the best color for you. he picked the color out himself, actually! enjoys feeling the smile you have on your face when you finally lean into kiss him on the lips, to which he gladly deepens by putting a hand behind your head.

the red smudge on both of your lips say everything everyone needs to know when they look over to see a flustered you and a proud-looking sword cane with his face decorated with red lipstick.

orter outright denied you access to his face. there was no way he'd let you do something so scandalous to him! he has a reputation to keep, and he won't let you go around destroying it willy-nilly. but if you play your cards right and mutter how you'll test it on someone else, like the ever-so charismatic flame cane, maybe he'll let you put one or two on him.

he's a man of reputation and pride, but he can't have his wife going around leaving lipstick marks on a man that's not him! however, you choose to have mercy on him and leave a kiss or two on the collar of his shirt. it would certainly keep any unwanted attention away from him without making his reputation crumble. it does not, however, save him from the waterfall of teasing he had to endure at his workplace.

abyss is another one who'd prefer to do it in the enclosed space of his dorm room or yours. he can't imagine facing able in such a state, not because he's embarrassed about you. no, no, no, he could never be ashamed of having someone so kind and loving as you as his lover, but he wants to keep some of his dignity, you know? surely, you'd understand.

about three or four kisses in, he forgets about rose-colored pigment on your lips and initiates a makeout session, cupping your cheeks with the gentleness of a feather.

he ends up with lipstick of his own by the end of it, with one distinct mark over his cursed eye. it was obvious that was the first place you kissed, and his heart couldn't soar any higher than it had when he realized this was just another way of you showing him with the blessing called your love.

Lance just stands there feeling a lot of emotions. You had a life and a beautiful little girl one you named the very name you once talked about. He feels his eyes water a tad as he shakes it off. 

“Good for you my Star.” He whispers his heart in pieces.

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Ella starts to fuss.

“Mommy! You didn’t give me my locket!” You sigh and pull it out of the bag. As Ella quickly holds it close she kisses it. You watch her as you two head home.’

“Mommy? You knew Lancie?” You sigh and nod as you two walk.

“How?” You smile small.

“We grew up together.” Ella nods a thought in her head.

“Does he know my daddy?” You stop as Ella looks up at you with those eyes.

“Ah, he did yes.” Ella nods at that. 

“Lancie has a Gold Medal like daddy!” You nod and smile as Ella tells you all about her day she was happy and excited. While you wanted to scream and drink an entire bottle of wine you couldn’t help but enjoy hearing your little girl's happiness. 

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Lance takes a breath as he knocks on the door of his old childhood home. He looks up as the door swings open his mom just stares at him.

“And he returns.” Lance weakly smiles as his mom lets him in. She watches him as Lance sighs.

“Hi, mom.” She pulls him in a hug and smiles.

“Hi, my son. Good to see you.” Lance nods his mom studies him as Lance just looks beaten and sad.

“What’s wrong? Not happy being home?” Lance looks at his mom and just sighs.

“I didn’t think I’d see her and then I do and she has a daughter and she named her Ella and it just...” 

Lance's mom just sighs she goes to get a piece of pie for him.

“Ella is adorable she reminds me of you.” Lance just nods he smiles small at that.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t tell me that she had a daughter? That she was happy.” He whispers.

“Lance I didn't think it mattered your the one who broke up with her and didn’t want her.....” Lance snaps 

“Didn’t want her in my life? That’s bullshit I still wanted to stay in contact I still wanted to.. to see her to....” His mom raises an eyebrow at him.

“To what son? You broke her heart. You told her that sweethearts don’t last forever and that she had to have known. You didn’t hold her as she cried in my arms. I wanted to kill you, Lance, that girl would have followed you to the ends of the world and what did you do? You’d rather be single to mingle.” 

Lance slams his fists on the table. His mom just stares at him. 

“I did what I thought was right for both of us. You had no idea none of you did of the pressure I was under. The image my coach and sponsors wanted for me. I did what I had to for me and her.” 

Lances mom just shakes her head. She walks back to the kitchen. 

“Well, I hope it was worth it. But I guess it all worked out in the end right? You got your fame, your gold medal, and everything. And she has Ella the most beautiful little girl.” 

Lance just stares at his mom as he shakes his head. 

“Yeah sure.” Lance sighs as he pokes at the pie his mom left him.

“Mom? Is she happy? Truly happy?” Lances mom just smiles sadly at him.

“I think she is I do think maybe sometimes she gets a bit lonely but Ella is her life she loves her.”

Lance nods and wonders why you’d get lonely surely your husband loved you right? A fury of anger surges in Lance at the thought of him not loving you like you deserve.

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Ella starts to pack up her things and pulls out her locket and smiles big at it. 

“What do you have there?” Ella looks up and smiles at Lance.

“Hi, Lancie!” He chuckles as Ella beams at him she holds up her locket  Lance squints and eyes it.

“My mommy gave it to me. All I have of my daddy.” 

Lance stops his eyes widen. All she has of her daddy? He gets on his knees and studies Ella.

“What do you mean by that?” Ella looks up as she kisses her locket like she always does her good luck kiss to her daddy.

“Daddy’s always been away for work. Mommy says his work is very important.” 

Lance starts to feel an anger surge through him. 

“You’ve never met him?” Ella shakes her head as Lance just wants to snap.

“Well, Little Darling his loss because I’d love having you as a daughter.” 

Ella just giggles and wraps her arms around Lance's neck and hugs him tight. Lance just hugs her back. He was falling for Ella and now knowing what he knew he wanted to have his shot at getting you back and making Ella his daughter.

Lance had a goal now.

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Jolene nudges you as you look at her.

“I know you probably don’t want to see but...” Your eyes go to where Jolene is pointing. It was as if someone had sucked all the air out of your lungs. You watch as Lance hugs Ella and she hugs him. Your heart is about ready to jump from your chest. 

“Have you thought about telling him,” Jolene whispers. You sigh and look at her.

“I don’t know. I... He didn’t want her Jo... When I reached out... And told him he never called me back.” You whisper as Jo’s eyes soften she feels sad.

“Wait he knew?” You sigh and look at her.

“I wrote him a letter with the sonogram and never heard back. I went to one of his matches and his coach said he didn’t want to see me and then I saw him with a girl and well... He didn’t want her Jo and regardless if he knew or didn't he broke up with me because his fame was more important I’ll never forget his words about how sweethearts don’t last and I should have known that.” You sigh as you wipe your eyes.

“He didn’t want me and that's fine but I thought he’d at least want her you know. We even picked out her name but... Lance’s gold and fame were more important.” 

Jo frowns and looks over she wonders though she grew up with you and Lance and she always thought you two would be forever. Lance even had asked her help in getting you a ring. Jo just sighs as her little one comes running she was a couple years older than Ella. 

“There’s my little Maggie!” Jo smiles big as she hugs her tight. You smile watching them as Maggie squeals 

“Auntie!” You hug her tightly. Jo smiles at you as you nod. She had always been your best friend and more so your sister. 

“Ella did awesome today as always.” You chuckle as your eyes rest on her and Lance. You sigh as Jo gives you a smile.

“Be strong you got this.” You smile as you walk over to Ella and Lance.

“What’s your favorite ice cream?” Ella giggles at Lance.

“Cookie Dough or Smore’s!” Lance smiles big.

“Mine too.” You stop watching them your heart can’t take it.

“Hey, my bean it’s time to go.” Two sets of blue eyes stare at you.

“I was just asking Ella here if she’d like to get ice cream.” You sigh as Ella pleads with you, her eyes giving you that look. 

“Please Mommy!” You sigh as Lance smiles.

“Yeah Please, mom.” You sigh and nod.

“Okay but that's all ice cream and we go.” Ella squeals and jumps around as Lance picks her up and throws her up and catches her. 

You watch them and just smile small but the pain in your heart creeps in. This could have been your life the three of you. 

But it wasn’t meant to be. 

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Well.... Has Lance known the whole time? What will happen next? Ice Cream!!! 

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You felt blue. It was ironic, seeing as how your boyfriend is the Blue Paladin, but that had nothing to do with it. 

You thought that Lance and Allura looked... better together. Better than when he stood at your side. She was a beautiful Altean, and a princess. You were just that one kid who always sat in the back at the Garrison, too quiet to be heard and seen. 

You were the girl who didn’t spend time to put on makeup and doing some special hairstyle; you traded that time for more sleep. Jewelry? Never heard of it. Flirting? Studies and academics were more important than trying to get a guy to take a second look at you.

But Allura? She was everything you weren’t. The hair, the eyes, the clothes, the clear skin, perfect posture, and overwhelming confidence you didn’t think was possible. Before Lance fell for you, he flirted with Allura every chance he got. 

Does he still want to?

That thought constantly worried you, but you wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t want to stay with you. With every look at Allura, you compared her appearance to your own. Your reflection didn’t please in the slightest every time you gave a mirror a glance.

So there you were, ten minutes away from having to go to a Coalition event. Usually, you went in relatively nice clothes... Not a long graceful dress like this. The deep blue color was a different look for you. The high slit on the side showed off your legs, which were almost always covered. The front of the dress went lower than anything you ever wore before. It took you five minutes alone to put on winged eyeliner Shiro was your example without messing up.

You were already considering looking more formal than usual for this event, but you knew you had to when Allura stated that the traditional outfits for the natives were very... revealing, to say the least. It would be rude for a female (by their standards) to come to a celebration showing very little skin. You didn’t like that they had a custom such as that, but it was better than some of the previous traditions.

The shoes/heels the natives made and wore were surprisingly comfortable. Very similar to Earth, but not painful or hard to walk in at all. You put them on with ease as you quickly finished doing your hair. You didn’t believe people actually take that much time to do hair and makeup and such; it took so long, and the fact that some people do it on a regular basis boggled your mind.

You checked a second time, and you decided you were set. You made sure you weren’t going to trip on your dress, you practiced walking in the shoes since you first got them, and you took every other precaution you could think of. You grabbed a stylish jacket (it wasn’t the best jacket, but the best one in your possession) before you finally left your room.

Allura’s loud, excited squeal caught you off guard. She and Coran were the only ones left in the Castle of Lions, not that you were complaining. The rest of the team had to get there early, for obvious reasons. You definitely weren’t prepared for everyone to see you at once, but Allura still caught you way off guard.

“You look amazing, (Y/n)!” Allura gushed and she ran around you in a circle to get a three sixty look. Her excitement was that of a three year old human hyped up on Monster and sugary candy. “You did this all on your own!? I barely recognize you!”

Her praise was comforting and surprisingly boosted your confidence a bit, but you still felt like nothing compared to her appearance. “I did. It was pretty hard to get my hands on some of the other makeup, but the other stuff you let me borrow worked great.”

“That’s lovely!” Allura exclaimed, clapping her hands. Her eyes were lit like a Christmas tree. Come along; we mustn't be late!” You yelped as she grabbed your wrist and all but dragged you to the exit. 

Allura whispered and encouraged you to take off your jacket once you were at the scene. Showing this much skin made you more nervous than you thought, but it was part of their culture. You didn’t have to like it, but you had to respect it.

Right as you slipped the jacket off you shoulders, you saw Lance mingling through the crowd. Despite being, well, Lance, all he did with the females was throw a charming smile and move on. Loyalty was his middle name and it was very touching.

You took only one step in his direction before walking straight into a rock-solid chest. You looked up and there stood the event’s host; Prince Vruar of Skudoria. “What is a lovely woman like you doing here alone?”

The whole ‘lovely woman’ thing threw you off but you didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, just looking for my boyfriend,” You knew exactly what the Prince was going to ssay next, something like ‘I know he won’t mind if I steal a dance’, but you shot him down before he could release a word. “He’s the Blue Paladin of Voltron, actually. And I think he’s over there; it was nice talking to you!”

At the mention of who Lance was, Vruar backed off immediately. Although he was royalty, he didn’t want to take any chances in upsetting a Paladin of Voltron. That would be a big mistake for anyone. Vruar took a step back to let you pass and you could sense a tad of fear in him. It was amusing.

You were glad things didn’t go down the stereotypical route. A guy wanting to dance with you, you saying no but he insists, boyfriend comes along and tries to fight him, and so on. 

Thank God my life didn’t turn into an overused trope.

You tapped on Lance’s shoulder and he turned around, holding a hopefully non-alcoholic drink in his hand. You wanted to laugh when he made a confused face; he didn’t recognize you!

Not at first, anyway. “Hello there, m’lady! I’m the Blue Paladin of Voltron, but you can call me- No way!”

There it is.

Lance nearly dropped his drink when he recognized you. The clothes and makeup threw him off, but there was no mistaking your (e/c) eyes and beautiful form. “(Y/n)!?” He blushed and you felt satisfied, especially when his eyes took a moment to roam all of your exposed skin.

“Yes, this is she.” You giggled. “Do you like it?” You hoped he did. You would be crushed if he didn’t.

“Like it!? I love it! You’re gorgeous!” Lance exclaimed. He then fumbled upon thinking he made a mistake. “I mean, y-you’re gorgeous every day! This is just new! New is lovely!”

You nearly snorted at Lance’s attempt to fix it, but it wasn’t broken in the first place. “Lance, it’s okay! I get what you mean, babe, you didn’t say anything wrong.” It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence.

Lance visibly relaxed and he grabbed your hand. He leaned down and gently kissed the back of it, maintaining eye contact the entire time. “It is a privilege to be in the presence of such an enchanting woman.” In a heartbeat, Lance switched from panic to suave and flirtatious. “May I have this dance?”

“I’d be honored to dance with one of the universe’s heroes.” You said in the most elegant voice possible, but you ended in a laugh. The voice just didn’t suit you. Lance swept you off into a waltz with a snicker and a heart-stopping grin.

You were in utter shock when Shiro announced it. “What do you mean I offended their Queen?! Are you kidding me!?”

“Your dress was the same colors as hers and it turns out that Skudorian royals find it offensive. It’s like wearing white to someone else’s wedding.” Pidge cut in. 

You were beyond annoyed. Of course this had to happen when you finally try to look fancy for a formal occasion. “This is so stupid, I shouldn’t have put on this dress in the first place...”

“Either way, this is going to be difficult to fix,” Allura sighed. “Despite what the King and Prince are telling her, she is still upset, and that is putting a strain on the alliance.” The tension in the room was tangible. “This may not end well.”

You didn’t need to hear anyone say it. This was your fault. You felt some of the frustration being directed towards you and you didn’t blame them. You turned around and took off your shoes as you headed to your room. You ignored the few calls of your name as the door slid shut.

You tossed your shoes to the other side of your room as you sat on your bed. Guilt was heavy on your shoulders; all you wanted to do was look pretty, like Allura. You wanted to look good next to Lance, like Allura did.

“Maybe she’s better for Lance...” You muttered quietly.

“Who’s better for me?” Lance’s concerned voice made you jump.

When did he get here?

You shifted nervously as Lance closed the door and sat on the floor in front of you. Why he chose the hard floor instead of the comfy mattress, you didn’t know, but you didn’t question him. It wasn’t the right time for it.

He leaned his head forward and he caught your gaze. “Hmm?” Lance still wanted an answer.

“Allura...” You said it so quietly, Lance couldn’t hear you. He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, and you sighed. “I think Allura would be better for you. I’m always wearing these normal clothes with normal hair, no makeup, no jewelry, nothing like that. I’m nothing compared to her. When I see her standing next to you, I-”

“Okay, hold it.” Lance got you to stop talking. “Is that why you got all dressed up for the party? So you could look like her?”

You nodded lightly and you were no longer able to look him in the eye. You started to tear up.

Lance shook his head so hard, your thought it was going to fly off his body. “I don’t think so! I’m not with you just for your looks -you are stunning, by the way- or anything like that. I love you for who you are as a person. Babe, there is no one like you, so you don't have to try and be someone else.”

It took Lance a little bit to convince you, but by the time he did, you were laying on your bed with your back against his chest and his arm wrapped around your midsection. Lance’s breath drifted across your neck and it almost tickled, but you were more focused on how uncomfortable the dress was getting. You still hadn’t taken it off.

You opened you mouth to say something, but Lance’s tired voice cut you off. “You’ve had this on for a while,” He yawned. “I might not be one to wear dresses, but I can imagine that it’s getting less than comfortable at this point.”

“Are you trying something, Lance McClain?” You raised an eyebrow as you stared at him.

“Yeah, trying to make sure you feel happy and comfy, (Y/n) (L/n).” Lance shot back and he gingerly got off your bed. “Here, I’ll find you some pyjamas.”

Your heart melted and you watched Lance riffle through your drawers, muttering to himself as he examined each piece of clothing. The lengths he went to make you happy were remarkable. How many boyfriends would search through your drawers, critiquing all of your clothes to find the most suitable sleepwear?

Only one, and that was Lance Mcclain.

The ending is so bad and rushed, I apologize, I just took my adderal.

It was a long day after training. The paladins and you went to some planets which were newly taken off of Zarkon’s control. It was refreshing to see so many people willing to join the coalition to fight Zarkon. What you liked best, though, was spending time with your boyfriend and your friends.

However, you didn’t have a lion of you own. You weren’t even a true paladin. It did break your heart a little on the first day when you found out there were only 5 lions and 6 of you guys. Seeing everyone so happy to be able to fly a lion made you want to, too. But, you sucked it up and instead helped Coran with all the castle controls and repairs. You knew the place like the back of yor hand.

You were just ready to leave the planet Beau when you felt some sort of a tingle in your chest. You winced and stopped walking to the castle. Allura noticed you stop and stopped too. “Is everything alright, Y/N?” Allura asked with worry laced through her voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just some weird tingles in my chest. As if– as if something wants me to go somewhere. Like… something’s drawing me to them,” you explained. Your chest tingled again with the same feeling.

Everyone else stopped and crowded around her in concern. Your boyfriend had an unreadable face on him. “Hey, you really okay?” he asked.

You nodded. Allura then spoke up, “Well if this ‘something’ wants you to go somewhere, then why don’t you follow it. We’ll be right behind you.”

You nodded again. “Okay. But I don’t think it’s on this planet. We should take the ship there.”

So everyone got on the ship and went to where the ‘something’ was taking you. When you started to pull up to a familiar planet, your heart dropped. No not here! You were a secret paladin of Voltron, the White Paladin. No one knew about the existence except for you.

One night, you got the same tingle feeling. So, you followed it to a planet where you were met with a big white lion. She had no scratches or dents on her, meaning she was never used. Never had a paladin to fly her. So, she had chosen you to be her paladin.  Some nights you would sneak out and fly White around the planet for a while, then snuck back to the castle before anyone could notice you were gone.

Allura landed the castle on the ground and everyone spilled out. You laughed nervously and scratched your neck. “Oh! The feeling’s gone away now. Looks like we came here for no reason. Haha must’ve just been excitement to fight Zarkon. We should just go back–”

You were cut off by the sound of a loud roar and the rustle of trees. Everyone stood on their fighting stance, your boyfriend coming to stand beside you. A beautiful white lion emerged from the trees and stood in front of you. She leaned down and opened her mouth for you to get in, and purred quietly.

Everyone’s mouth dropped in shock. “What the quiznack?” your boyfriend muttered. Everyone looked at you.

You laughed nervously and looked at your feet. “That’s… my lion. I’m the White Paladin.”

Lance

Lance’s mouth dropped in shock. “What?” he asked. “You’re the what?”

“White paladin. I know it must be a shock and you guys must hate me so much for this and I’m sorry for not telling you–”

Lance cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. It was slow, passionate but held a little bit of confusion. He pulled away slightly and gave you a few small kisses. “Wow…” he breathed. “You’re even cooler than before.”

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It was night time and your lion was in the hangars with the other ones. Allura was very surprised to see another lion. She was going to research her in the Castle archives. Coran said he would give you a suit by tomorrow morning and start your paladin training. You and Lance were cuddling on your bed and sharing small kisses. “My baby is a paladin. We can fly together now,” he smiled.

You giggled and placed a small kiss on his nose. “Yeah. We can do that,” you replied.

Both of you giggled and kissed for a little while longer. After a couple of hours, you both fell asleep with the same thought, Tomorrow morning is gonna be fun.

Keith

Keith frowned and stormed into the castle, leaving everyone shocked. You looked like you were going to cry. Why was he mad? Allura came to your side and rubbed your back to comfort you. “We’ll bring the lion inside. You go talk to Keith,” she told you softly.

You nodded and ran after Keith.

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After searching through the castle, you found him in his room holding the dagger he had. “Keith?” You called out. He looked up and you briefly before setting his gaze back on the dagger. You sighed and took a seat beside him on his bed. “Look babe I’m sorry… Whatever I did I didn’t mean it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he said suddenly. It had taken you off guard.

“I didn’t want you to hate me or anything…”

“Why would I hate you for something like that? Honestly I think it’s really cool. I’m not mad because you’re a paladin; I’m mad because you didn’t tell me. I don’t want lies and secrets between us, Y/N. I want you to tell me everything. In return, I’ll tell you everything,” he told you and held your hands.