#mer lance

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

The Value of a Moment by @a-fools-errand

When Lance’s previously obsolete skills in language suddenly become very useful, he finds himself wondering why aliens can’t account for the fact that humans, particularly him, need sleep and would prefer linear timelines. (Or: an Arrival AU because I love that movie)

yall OBSESSED does not begin to cover it. i have never read a fic where lance was so goddamn cool. and in like. the insanest of ways?? like of course lance is a polyglot but THIS....this is a whole new level. i havent even finished it fully yet but like god this thing is so fucking cool. if ur looking for a longfic stop looking

2. Rest Stop by @flaming-potato-arsonarson

Lance wasn't like the rest of the world. And he had never had a loving mother tell him it made him stronger for it. So he told himself, gathering up his courage and grit to face a world of winged humanity, when he, in fact, has no wings and turns into a mermaid instead. A world that wants him to die. So he'd keep this secret like a knife in his boot, a sharp weapon until he died on his own terms. Not because of who he was. Except, Team Voltron isn't so sure why Lance is all rough edges and sharp points about showing off his wings. Or acting like a member of the Flock in general. It's clear he cares for them, but he's never shown an intimate part of him. Until he has to.

oh god this has gotta be one of my CLASSIC fics. read it a few dozen times. i read it right when it came out, six ish years ago (goddamn), i can remember curling up in my old bunk bad and eating this up as the hours ticked by. i was HOOKED. my jaw was dropped my eyes were glued. could not get enough. if youre looking for mermaid lance with a twist....brother this is it

3. Looking for Rain by @thewriter2

Like most things, it starts with the little things: his smile, his confidence, his talent. Eventually, all these little things add up to one big thing that threatens to crash over them like a heavy rain. But, maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing. Maybe something beautiful would come from it. A 5+1 (really a 10+1) of Lance and Keith falling in love.

oh god guys..... @thewriter2 knows how to fucking haunt you. if a 10+1 (!!) isnt enough for you, i want you to know this line has been echoing in my head since i first read: "He looks at you like you’re a storm and he’s a desert desperate to drown." UM??? EXCUSE ME???? SIMILE OF ALL TIME ACTUALLY???? keith being so so visibly obviously in love with lance is my actual roman empire shit never leaves my mind

4. Astronauts by @thewriter2

When they entered the Blue Lion, Keith was Lance’s rival--the person Lance was working so hard to surpass. But slowly, Lance found himself thinking of Keith less as a rival and more as something close to a friend. So of course, Lance’s traitor of a heart decided that it would be Lance’s kind of friend that it would fall in love with.

tags to sell you: "keith is a dork but lance loves him anyway" (dorky keith my beloved), "hunk is an a+ friend" (yes he is), "lance is a lovesick fool" (yeah), and "allura is older sister goals" yes yes YES you get it. and like....while keith pov is my favourite to write by far, lances pov as he realises he is in love....that will always hold such a special special place in my heart

5. his own worth by frogsterz

In the middle of the conversation, Lance stops talking and no one notices. It’s not like he had been leading the conversation, for he hadn’t been, but somehow the fact that his lack of input or opinion isn’t noticed tightens the grip loneliness has on his heart. He looks down at his food, his face burning, his throat tightening up.

now usually anything but team as family isnt my deal. im not big on classic langst. but keith as a knight in shining armour.....what can i say i am weak willed. deeply. also " It’s what made it worse. I miss home and I miss being held and the rain, and I loved you. I thought you hated me." got me so bad got me WEAK like i have never recovered from that line and i doubt i ever will

For reference, this is the old art from 2017 💀 it's a doodle from my old school planner cause why pay attention when you can. Lance McClain

Chapter Snippet:

Lotor’s lips pulled up as Shiro’s back hit the wall.

Nowhere to go.

He lifted his sword in his right hand, left sparking with purple lightning that he held up as well and Shiro’s inhale sounded as loud as the gunshot even as he lifted his chin, eyes flashing defiance that couldn’t hide fear.

Because Shiro…

Shiro was about to die. 

“I will—”

“Stop.”

Lance barely heard himself speak, voice trembling and breathy, and Alaraan he had no idea what he was doing but he had to do something because otherwise Shiro was dead. 

“Please,” he whispered and while his hands didn’t lower and kept Shiro pinned to the wall, Lotor’s piercing gaze swept over towards him. “Don’t.”

“You forget, Lance,” Lotor said, voice still soft but no less dangerous. “Shiro is my property. I decide his punishment and for his transgressions there is only one befitting.” His eyes flashed. “Death. And so,” his gaze swung back to Shiro, who was still staring down that very thing with equal parts fear and pride, Lotor’s left hand crackling in a way Lance hadn’t seen it do yet.

Something told him it was not like the lightning he’d used to cause pain.

This…

This would cause death.

And there would be nothing Lance could do to save him.

The, the only thing he had left…

“I won’t try to escape,” Lance blurted out and Lotor stilled even if he did not look over. “I, I won’t fight back. I’ll,” he felt his cheeks darken even despite the circumstances, “cooperate and let you use me to,” his voice hitched, “to make more Mers,” and Shiro’s inhale then sounded horrified. “Just, just let Shiro go. Let Shiro and Keith both go,” Lance corrected. “Alive. And, and I’ll do whatever you want. I pr-promise.”

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Various diff versions of Mer-Lance for. #MerMay !!!

klance, 1/1, 1.9k

summary: This goes on for months. Every morning, he sits on his porch with his cup of coffee. Some days, he sees the shape on the rocks, which he realizes is a person when they raise an arm and wave at something further out to sea. Other days, the rock is empty and Keith’s eyes laze around the ocean. Who this person is confuses the shit out of him to the point he’s got a small corkboard on the kitchen wall dedicated to identifying them.

or, keith lives like a hermit in a shack on the beach and sees something sitting on a rock most mornings.

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