#2025julance

[stratos-ane]

Julance Day 12: Undercover

[callmelyc]

Get ready peeps this year's #Julance prompts are here! Released in advance so ppl have time to think about them before July comes around 👀

Get ready to write, think, and draw for our favorite ninja sharpshooter

[bluemantics]

JULANCE DAY 1: GARRISON

“Oh, Lance, you look so tired! And pale. Are you getting time outside, or do they hide you in metal rooms away from the light? You need sun, and rest!”

“Ma—“

“We have paid for you to go to a fancy pilot school! They should be treating you better. I’ll talk to the teachers.”

“I got scholarship—“

“They better not be feeding you slop!”

“Mama, stop!”

A pause settled over the small dorm room, finally giving Lance space to breathe. He sighed, letting his back slope and blinking back the exhaustion that threatened to consume his whole body. Overhead, LED lighting washed out his skin, the effect only enhanced by the shitty camera on his tablet. He leaned back in his desk chair after a moment, embarrassed to have snapped.

“I’m sorry,” he began, apologetically looking away from Maria McClain’s expectant face hovering onscreen. I’m having a great time, Mama.”

The words tasted like a lie.

“Good. I just worry because I love you,” she reminded him, her smile lines tugging into a slight frown. God, Lance hated to see that expression on her face. He mustered up his best plastered-on smile for her benefit.

“Seriously! I’m eating great food. Lots of friends, but it’s only week one, so who knows what’ll happen? And I’m learning loads. Don’t worry about me, okay?”

“Okay,” his mom relented, voice quieter. “I miss you. Please call again soon, we all would like it.”

“Even Rachel?” Lance teased.

“Especially Rachel,” she laughed. “Te quiero mucho, hijo.”

“Te quiero,” Lance replied, leaping to end the call. Finally met with a blank, dark screen, he threw his head back and groaned.

A face appeared over his, blinking down at him curiously.

“Gah!” Lance reeled forward in shock, which was a mistake, as it led to him banging his forehead against the other boy’s.

“Ow!” They both shouted in unison. Scrunching his face, Lance rubbed at his forehead and glared at the offender. “Hunk, what are you doing?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Hunk blurted, his lip trembling as he gingerly poked at what would likely become a bruise. “I was just listening— well, that sounds creepy, I’m not a stalker! I promise! It’s hard to believe me ‘cause we’ve only known each other a week, I bet. Just, y’know, I could hear from my bed and I get how it is when moms worry— I have two of them, they worry lots. And I was just wondering why, if you don’t mind—“

“Spit it out, man!” Lance huffed, crossing his arms. Honestly, he hadn’t talked to his roommate, Hunk Garrett, much since they’d started at the Garrison. He hadn’t talked to anyone, really.

It had only been a single week since classes began and Lance had moved into the dorms. In that time, he’d tried his best to make a few connections. Even though they all started at the same time, Lance felt like everyone already had a clique. No one was outright rude to him, save James Griffin (who had actually turned around when Lance introduced himself). Still, he’d been unable to get past a simple “where are you from?”

Anxiety held Lance tight in its clutches without a person to lean on. He hadn’t even had the chance to get to know Hunk because of their alternate orientation schedules, separated by engineer and pilot classes. After the first three days of constantly being kept busy, it just became too awkward for Lance to feel like reintroducing himself. He wasn’t new to sharing a space, but it definitely seemed like Hunk was nervous about it, with the way he ran to the bathrooms to change.

Lance decided he wouldn’t judge Hunk, despite the odd behavior. The Garrison was nothing like the comforts of home, and everything felt strange. Maybe he was an only child.

Now, though, after a week of quietly shuffling around each other, this interruption was very, very strange.

“Why did you lie to your mom?”

Lance blinked at his roommate. He wasn’t expecting that question. “I didn’t lie.”

“You did, though,” Hunk pressed, shifting his weight and looking away from Lance. He twisted his hands. “You said you have a lot of friends.”

“Okay, wow, that’s rude.” Lance blinked, taken off guard.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Hunk quickly changed course. “I’m in the same boat! I… just saw you sitting alone at lunch today. I didn’t realize we have the same lunch, and, um, I’m really, really sick of eating alone.”

A pang struck through Lance’s chest. He connected deeply to that sentiment, even if he was ashamed to be caught in his lies. “Oh, uh, okay.”

“Look, my moms are freaked out about this school. I had to twist arms to get here. I really, really don’t want them to get even more upset if they figure out I’m eating alone,” he rambled, now looking at Lance directly. “We could eat together? Maybe? You could also tell your mom.”

“Yeah! Yeah, okay,” Lance tried to cover up his eagerness, crossing his arms and attempting a nonplussed facade. “Sounds… cool.”

“Cool!” Hunk beamed, sticking out his hand. “Shake on it?”

“You’re funny, Hunk,” Lance decided, shaking his hand with a small, lopsided smile. “It’s a deal.”

Hunk’s hand fit warmly around Lance’s, and something clicked.

“So.” Hunk beamed while he fidgeted with the hem of his uniform. “What’s your favorite food?”

“Garlic knots.”

“Oh, man! We’re totally gonna be friends.”

“Because of garlic knots?”

“Absolutely because of garlic knots.”

The next night, when they had garlic and oil smeared across their hands under the harsh lights in the restricted kitchens, Lance discovered that Hunk was right, and maybe always would be.

[cookietails]

Happy Julance to the prettiest, smokin' hot, sharpshooter boy, Lance McClain! 💙

⋆*･ﾟ ...the Lance who knows exactly who he is, and what's he's got to offer... ･ﾟ*⋆

[katiesayshi-art]

Julance Day 17: Red & Blue ❤️💙

This was submitted to Voltron’s art contest this year to honor Lance as the blue lion and red lion pilot :3

Also because he’s bi-

[cool-and-grizzled]

No matter how many times he walks these familiar halls, memories come rushing back as Lance walks around the Galaxy Garrison. There's the corridor he used to take with Hunk whenever they snuck out, the halls where he had his first kiss (with Vicky Hunt, a girl in the year under his in the Communications division), the simulator that he crashed a few times and the place he got compared to Keith the most, the hospital where they spent days after the invasion.

He didn't think he'd be back just a few short years after everything that happened, but when Shiro called that they're looking for a flight instructor because Iverson wants to retire, he couldn't really say no.

The cadets look at him with stars in their eyes, and it's a little… uncomfortable. Sure, he's a former paladin of Voltron, but he's not Shiro, he's not Pidge, he's not Keith. He's just Lance, who spent the past years on his parents' farm, recuperating. And yet, these kids look up to him, look to him for guidance.

They come to him during his office hours to ask questions, they come to him with problems and it's a little overwhelming sometimes, being responsible for these kids. Is this how Shiro felt, back then? A little lost, a little unmoored himself, just trying to make sure they all got out of the war even if he himself had no idea what he was doing?

When he gets to his office, one of his students is waiting for him already.

Miss Nakamura turns around when she hears him. "Professor McClain! Do you have a minute?"

"Sure do, come on in," he says, opening his office door and letting her step inside before him.

He sits down behind his desk, the girl sitting down in front of him. She's fidgeting, not meeting his eyes.

Lance lets her gather her thoughts, her courage, the last thing he wants to do is push her.

"Am I good enough for the pilot course?" Her question is barely above a whisper, but Lance hears her anyway.

She reminds him so much of his younger self - so full of doubt and insecurity, questioning whether he belongs here. He didn't have adults he could confide in, that he could seek out, so he hid behind a mask of bravado and jokes, but his students have him now.

"Of course you are," he says, smiling at her when she looks up with a surprised expression. "You're a good leader for your team, you just lack a little bit of confidence. If you want to, we can set up some extra practices with you, or if you want to have your team, with them as well."

"I..." she looks like a deer in the headlights, and Lance takes pity on her. They're so young, and he doesn't want to think about the fact that he was barely older when he started fighting in space.

"You don't have to decide right now. Think on it and let me know, okay?"

She smiles at him, at last. "Okay." She stands up. "Thanks, Professor McClain."

"No worries, Miss Nakamura. You know where to find me if you have your answer."

The girl salutes at him with a small smile as she leaves, the click of the door quiet.

Lance slumps back in the chair, and looks at the clock. He has another hour of open office hours, and then he'll need to grab some groceries before getting home. Pidge is coming later tonight so they can have a chat with Shiro, Hunk and Keith, with all of them aboard the Atlas for once for an interplanetary peace meeting.

Things are good, Lance thinks. Not perfect, not yet, but good.

[sophskyorbit]

Julance Day 5: Family

Domestic post-canon Klance my beloved

[lunallamaloveshuntlow]

Day 6: Altean

I have become very attached to these designs so I'm also throwing in all of my other Altean Lance doodles (+ close ups)