The only way I’m going to accept this “Lance is a Farmer” nonsense…
So after Allura’s sacrifice, the Paladins start falling into their niches and Lance is…struggling.
He didn’t think he’d stop being a paladin? That the term would become more of an honorary title instead of a full time job? He thought that maybe after everything was over, he’d settle down with Allura and maybe do the house husband thing while she rocks the universe in one way or another?
Lance could have been the best house husband.
Instead he flounders. He maybe tries to do something with the Garrison. Maybe starts training the next generation of fighter pilots. Iverson gets a kick out of it. But Lance is a damn good teacher, super supportive and patient too.
He also visits his friends. A lot.
He visits Conan. Did you know if Allura had lived, he could have been the Royal Consort? Weird, huh?
He bothers Pidge in the labs. He visits the Atlas to see his sister, Hunk and Shiro. He bugs and teases Keith whenever he can pin down the location of the Blades of Mamora.
“Hey Emperor-Not-Emperor Keith!”
“I swear Lance if that name catches on, I’ll stab you.”
It catches on.
Seeing his friends is good. Lance finds out something important though…they’re struggling too.
Hunk and Shiro are struggling keeping the crew of the Atlas fed on a long time basis. As well as serving banquet after banquet to mediate between warring planets.
Keith wants to use the Blades as a relief operation but the stigma against Galra is brutal. Few will trade or donate supplies to the cause. Especially food. The Blades are strong, the Blades can fight, the Blades can’t stop one child from starving.
So Lance does what he always does. He steps up. He becomes what people need.
He gets the most stupid and brilliant idea in the dead of night.
He first goes to Pidge.
“You want to become…a farmer.”
“Yes, Pidge.”
“A farmer. Really.”
“Yes, really!”
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”
“I have no idea what I’m doing. That’s why I need you.”
So Pidge and her mom set Lance up with all the fancy agricultural equipment and know-how a budding novice could want. Miraculously, despite Lance absolutely wringing it, and with dubious leftover altean magic—
“I KNEW these glowing marks were for something!”
—Lance’s crops grow beautifully. It’s a large endeavor and Lance nails it. Therefore he becomes primary food supplier of the Atlas and the Blades of Mamora.
Hunk bakes him cakes for a month when it becomes official.
He also becomes a cargo pilot to deliver said supplies. He loves it. Especially when he still gets to pull some sweet moves now and then in Blue or Red (Because having the lions randomly disappear for no reason is a stupid turn of events and canon can bite my—plus Lance has and can fly both. It’s bible truth) because of you know…pirates.
Pirates, warlords and thugs that pop out of every asteroid for a piece of his crops.
The call of free food is strong.
Lance is able to outmaneuver every single one.
And that’s how I’d accept the strange twist of fate of “Lance the farmer.”
This is the only way I would accept Lance’s ending (along with Allura being alive, and they’re together and they both have their own careers). And we could’ve had this (along with alive Allura) if Monsantos weren’t such spiteful and resentful morons towards Lance.
