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Lance goes to sleep the night before his fifteenth birthday, not sure if he’s going to switch or if he’s older than his soulmate but absolutely ecstatic to find out. He wakes up in a body that isn’t his own, someplace that looks completely foreign. 

When he finds a mirror, he discovers that his soulmate is a purple alien. 

Imagine Lance going to the garrison and being able to take all of the talk about him only being in the fighter program because Keith dropped out bc he spends several days a month literally as an Alien. 

SPYING

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Langst Au: Lance before the Garrison was put into a severe boarding school by his family. The school had extreme methods of discipline and impossible to meet standards. Lance was traumatized by the physical and mental abuse of the school. A good reason as to why he prefers not to go in hand-to-hand combat. They taught deadly skills only to be used in a war. Which they were in. However Lance still can’t bring himself to really get over what happened. Even if his family apologized until they were blue in the face. However every now and again he responds to Shiro when he gives a command like he use to– standing straight with feet and hands tight together.

(I do NOT own Voltron Characters)

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Lance was fearful, he had done something bad. It had happened weeks ago, talking back to his commander– Shiro. It was a unforgiving offence at Salt bording school, one his former commander, would not have forgive. He would have been beaten simplest and then forced to stand naked in front of his peers for at least an entire day. Something he had been force to do before. He was forever thankful to God that it was just him being sent to that hell. And not his beloved Brother or Sisters.

It really didn’t help that when they found Shiro, he sounded more and more like his old commander. Commander Tempsarex. It wasn’t the first commander he’d gotten. Seeing he was forced to make a switch due to his certain skills. Sometimes when he told him to shut up he would get a flashback of Commander Tempsarex. They weren’t military employed, so they didn’t have the title of Commander. However they demanded to be addressed as such.

It was when Lotor joined them, that Lance started feeling cold. He hadn’t felt cold in a while. He has physically, just not.. Not like he has. When he got use to killing, his body went dead. He was nothing more then a doll with a trigger. Lotor was a Prince, a man who commanded armies and generals. Lance has every right to be fearful and weary of the man. He reminded him every bit of Principal Allgemeines, he is the German principal of Salt Boarding school. The one who didn’t demand to be called Commander or General or Sargent.

He said that he would not be called a title he no longer owns. He was tall, old, and scary man. Lance had the luck of only ever being called to him once. When he was only a few weeks into the school. He was acting out, a big mistake on his part. That man was everything he feared. He was smart, cruel, and bot above threats and blackmail. Lotor fit the bill perfectly.

So he froze up a lot around him. Which made Lotor question, what was wrong with him? He truly didn’t fear him that much to be so tense, did he? Lotor got his answer soon.

Lotor had been walking into the commanding room. Where Allura controlled the castle. Where all the Paladin’s were currently planning on their next mission, Lotor had given them another base to infiltrate. They were all turned towards the map. He had made the mistake of walking up behind Lance.

The second he got to close to Lance– He grabbed his arm and flipped him over. His Bayard being pointed at his neck. The Paladin’s eyes were cold, colder then his Father’s when he abandoned him. But after a moment they turned warm, and fearful. “Lance! Back off, of Lotor. What is wrong with you?” Allura yells, glaring at the Blue Paladin. “I am.. Oh God.. I am so, so sorry Lotor. I-I-I-I did not mean to—.” Lotor got up, putting his hands up. Lance flinched, Lotor’s eyes widen for a moment.

“It’s.. Okay. I know you did not mean harm, blue paladin. Though I must praise your reflex, had I been an enemy. I wouldn’t be alive right now.” Lotor says, trying to comfort the panicked paladin. While Lance’s face went warm at the praise, the mentioning of his deadly habit made him feel even worse.

“You’ll have to excuse Lance’s.. He’s..” Shiro couldn’t seem to find the words to describe Lance.

“Never the more, let’s begin.”

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Lotor was going to talk to Lance, the boy seemed to worry him more then he should. He was born doubt a brilliant fighter, but he lacked resolve. He seemed scared of himself. And cared a little to much about others.

“Blue Paladin, Lance!” Lotor called to the boy in the training area. He flinched for a spilt moment and his body jerked forward to point the gun at him. Lotor playfully puts his hands up. “Relax, it is only I.” He says. Lance puts his Bayard down. His face turning a little red. “Ay’.. Sorry.” He says, not looking towards Lotor. “No need to apologise. I came here to talk.” Lotor says walking towards the Paladin.

“W-what about?” Lance asks, Lotor was circling the Paladin. Lance did not feel well with him doing that. Lotor looked him up and down. “You have great physical strength. Yet you seem afraid to use it.” Lance holds his Bayard close. His eyes trailing Lotor as he circled him. “I’m not afraid.” Lance says, trying to be confident.

“With what I’ve observed you seem to be ashamed. I don’t understand why. Your aim is absolute. You thinking logical. Your mind is focused on winning. You break down everything around you.” Lance felt more and more cornered with each word. “Why?” Lotor asks, getting closer to Lance. He was to close for his comfort.

He could kill him. He could point his gun or wrap his hands around his neck. But he didn’t want to.

“I.. I…” Lance struggle to find the words. A lump in his throat he was unable to swallow kept him from speaking properly. “I was a killer before this war.” He stopped breathing, “More over, before I joined it.” Lotor wasn’t expecting that. “And everyday I feel that part of me try to crawl out. From where you stand I can think of ten ways to kill you.” Not his best word play. “But I don’t want to. I don’t want these thoughts.

I’m in a war and I don’t want to kill anymore.”

It was silent.

“I.. I understand, Lance. I truly do. I never had a taste for murdering. I hated doing it. But I did so anyway.” Lance felt oddly comforted by these words. If Lotor could relate to him on a level, he couldn’t be so bad? Could he?

Tears poured down Lances face. Lotor embraced the boy. Letting him cry on his shoulder. It was so strange, to feel such a bond arise in a short period of time. Seeing Lance was never very comfortable around him.

And now here he was, crying on his shoulder. Lotor rubbed his back. He wasn’t the best at helping others, but he could try. For his fellow man stuck as a warrior.

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Hey, so it’s like 2:15 am. And I’m posting stuff. I suddenly had a cool idea and wrote it down. I’ll probably make a third part where Lance goes on a massacre after a mission goes wrong. And no one knows how to comfort him. And his and Lotor’s relationship gets taken to the next level and stuff.

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Just a fanart for the Lancelot shippers out there. Hope you guys enjoy it.

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We are pleased to announce Lancelot Week 2017! This event will take place from November 19-25. We hope to promote a healthy relationship, platonic or romantic, between Lance and Lotor. Please tag your your posts as #LancelotWeek2017 or @lancelotweek so we can reblog them. Anything is welcome from moodboards, edits, and gifsets, to art and fics! NSFW content is also allowed for this event. We also have a discord group chat for this event that is linked below.

Here are the prompts/themes for each day! How you interpret them and what you choose to create is up to you.

day 1 (November 19): villain/hero

day 2 (November 20): love/hate

day 3 (November 21): earth/space

day 4 (November 22): free day

day 5 (November 23): past/future

day 6 (November 24): strengths/insecurities

day 7 (November 25): promises/commitment

Each day has two prompts that are mostly opposite of one another. You can choose one or combine both. Free Day means you can create whatever you want.