Jan 30, 2021
klance/voltron but it’s neuroscience
(im actually writing a fic so stay tuned! soon! (hopefully))
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klance/voltron but it’s neuroscience
(im actually writing a fic so stay tuned! soon! (hopefully))
Literally nothing is so strange as realizing that literally ALL, ALL OF your fave characters are ADHD coded. Like let’s look at the list
The Flash - always late, scatterbrained, LITERALLY THE FASTEST MAN ALIVE
Princess (Queen) Anna- like impulsively tries to marry someone she’s known for 12 hours, bored her entire childhood, oblivious to everything
Percy Jackson- actually ADHD in canon, enough said
Sokka- like so smart but so so so dumb. The truest intersection of genius and absolute dumbassery, an ADHD icon, jumps to conclusions but they’re the wrong ones, like,, bro
Lance from Voltron- literally Sokka in space, so, yeah....
I think that’s it lol.
And my mom tried to tell me I didn’t have ADHD. LOOK AT THE FACTS MOM!!! I wasn’t faking my interest in these guys
Smoke You Out
The smoker!lance fic literally no one asked for. You’re welcome.
Tw: Smoking (is this a trigger? Im not risking it) Addiction
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The team started to notice Lance’s habits a few months into the space trip. They noticed when he picked up and bought packs of gum and what seemed to be toothpicks at the space mall. They dropped by there often to get supplies.
They noticed the slight bulge in his pockets where he put the packets. They especially noticed when Hunk looked at Lance in dismay, eyes screaming at him.
When Lance rolled his eyes and stuck a toothbrick between his teeth, working the wood down to a small bit.
But no one said anything. They assumed he just needed to do something with his hands or mouth because of his ADHD, which he had told them about at he beginning of their adventure so they wouldn’t ‘think he was a burden’.
No one said anything until he stopped chewing gum, or grinding toothpicks.
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It had been a week since anyone had seen Lance pop a bubble with his gum, or start to chew a toothpick. A week since their last visit to the space mall. A week since Lance had found a box of cigarettes that tasted like treesap.
They walked into the training room, they being Pidge, Shiro, and Keith. They did not expect to see Lance and Hunk in a heated, and still escelating, argument.
“Lance, please, buddy! You think I havent noticed you stopped chewing!? I’m not an idiot!” Hunk shouted, voice raising, his face red from anger. His eyes were narrowed, eyebrows furrowed.
“That doesn’t mean anything, Hunk! I ran out. I’m fine!” Lance hissed in return, arms crossed. “I never said you were an idiot. But you need to stop assuming things.”
Hunk’s jaw dropped, his expression briefly morphing into shock, then back to anger. “Empty your pockets, then.”
“No.”
“Lance, if you’re doing fine like you say you are, you’d show me your pockets.”
“You don’t trust me.”
“No, Lance, I really don’t. I want you to show me, or I will find out, I promise you.” Hunk threatened. Lance growled.
“I said no, and that is that. I’ll be fine. I am fine.”
“Lance, I swear to G-”
“What is going on in here?” Shiro spoke up, eyebrows raised. Both Hunk and Lance’s heads snapped to their leader, arms up in defense. Both answered at the same time. “Nothing, Shiro.”
“This doesn’t look like nothing.” Pidge added, adjusting her glasses.
“It’s nothing.” Lance said again, tone suggesting no one argue with him.
Keith didn’t care, though. “No, it’s not. What is Hunk talking about?”
“I’m not talking about anything.” Hunk defended, voice wobbly, clearly lying.
They watched as Lance let out a sound of annoyance and rushed out of the room, heels hitting the tile with a thud before the training room door closed behind him. Hunk shook his head, sadness evident on his features. “God dammit Lance..” he muttered.
“What was that about?” Shiro questioned Hunk, voice gentle.
“So, you guys have seen Lance chew, yeah? It’s a habit of his.”
“Mhm.” They all agreed in unison.
“Its not because of ADHD like you may think.”
“What is it, then?” Keith looked at Hunk, oblivious.
Hunk sighed. “Lance used to smoke, like, a lot. It was bad, and his lungs are still on the road to recovery. I thought he was doing better, but he stopped chewing recently. Smokers dont just stop chewing for no reason.”
They all stared, mouths open and eyes wide. No one suspected this.
“I know he got cigarettes somewhere, probably the space mall, but he won’t show me and he’s lying to me. It’s hard for him, I will give him that, but still. He needs help.”
Shiro’s jaw closed first. “Okay. Okay. While that’s surprising to us, we’ll try to help. What can we do?”
Pidge and Keith nodded. “We can start by finding where the hell he’s hiding the cigarettes, and where he uses them.” Hunk suggested.
“Going by what I know, he’s probably smoking right now. Let’s have Allura scan the castle for signs of where he is and we’ll sneak there, yeah?” Shiro put in.
They all nodded. “Alright. Let’s go, team.”
—
Lance sat in the far corners of the castle, in an empty room with couches and a coffee table. There was a messy bed in the corner, which is where he sat. A large, decorated carpet was on the ground below the furniture. The room was also decorated with trinkets and paintings. He called it his smoking room.
Hence the name, it’s what he did now. He had a pack od cigarettes on the nightstand while he took long draws of the on he held between his fingers.
He loved the release he got when he smoked, the taste and the feel. It calmed him. But, part of him knew it was bad. He didn’t care, though. He’d do whatever it took to feel calm.
When he heard footsteps, he continued to smoke. Hunk would’ve told the team, anywaya, so there was no use hiding it.
He made direct eye contact with them, even Allura and Coran, when they walked in. All of them stood in the doorway, watching Lance with eagle-like eyes.
He held the cigarette between his teeth and stared them in the eye.
“Lance.” Shiro started to speak, before Lance cut him off.
“I know what you’re going to say. That I should stop. But, Shiro, I cant. I tried. It was hard, okay? I know its bad. But I cant.” He breathed, dropping the lit paper onto the ground and crushing it under the toe of his his sneaker. He glared at them.
Pidge interrupted. “Lance, your lungs are already ruined because of your addiction before space. Please dont make it worse. You cant get help up here.” She pleaded, eyes frantic.
Lance sighed. “I already said I cant. Im sorry, Pidgeon.”
“Lance, pl-” Hunk and Keith both spoke.
“No!” Lance barked, angry, eyes wild, like a cornered animal. “Just stop! I already tried. It didn’t work. I cant quit. Im sorry. Just leave me alone.”
Lance got up and shouldered past them, running out of the room.
They stared at him, not making a move to follow him.
How could they save him, if he didn’t even want to save himself?
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Should I make a part 2 or leave it?
Glitters [Lance/Allura]
Summary:
“Pidge told me you don’t have any objects to fidget with.”, Allura said.
“They are all on Earth. And sadly, I didn’t see any on sale on that space mall.”
Lance searched for them and asked around, but none of the shops had any idea of what those were.
“I might be able to help.”
Lance’s eyes brightened, “Really?”
[adhd!Lance/autistic!Allura fic about them being cute]
(special thanks to @just-themys for helping me a lot with this story)
Let's not mention it ever again, it was way too embarrassing (Klance OS)
original French one is here & @moki-art made a super cool fanart here!!
Klance, 1 300+ words of fluff, autistic!Keith & ADHD!Lance, I guess it’s taking place somewhere in s1
Lance had followed his plan step by step: leaving his bed, going out of his room, walking in the corridors, not getting lost, knocking at Keith's door. But he was realizing, now that the door was opened, that he didn't plan this far and had no idea how to start.
The castle was silent for three hours, giving team Voltron the rest they needed after a long day of training. Though none of them was asleep yet – for different reasons. Keith, from his part, was enjoying the silence. Laying down on his bed, eyes fixed upon the ceiling, he was trying to focus on his breathing and clear out his mind. So far, it didn't work that well: he went too far in his thoughts resulting in him getting angry at everything, mostly at himself. He was just breathing calmly again, so he would have ended up falling asleep in few minutes. If it weren't for the knocks on his door which draw him out of this peaceful state.
The knocks were weak, almost hesitating, but it was enough to break the silence. Keith sighed. It likely wasn't an emergency, or the alarm would have rung. It likely wasn't important, or the knocks would have been louder. And if it wasn't an emergency, nor important, Keith would rather stay in his bed – and too bad for his curiosity. The knocks started again, harsher this time. Keith frowned. He thought the whole team was asleep for a long time, and he couldn't figure why he would be needed in the middle of their fake night – let's be honest, it likely was a trap. Logic told him to not move, but he get up anyway. He opened the door and fixed his guest, stunned, until the latter finally spoke.
“Hey, said Lance quietly.
Hey, answered Keith on the same tone.”
He was waiting for the rest; Lance didn't continue. Keith wondered if he knew this social rule – so elementary even him figured it out – which said that when we were visiting someone, we quickly explained why. Probably not, as Lance still didn't add anything. Unless Keith misunderstood the rule, even completely invented it – after all, it already happened. Maybe it was his turn to speak – but in this case, he didn't know what he was supposed to say. Keith could feel his heart slowly panicking and he had to analyse the situation three times before being certain that it was Lance which had to talk. Lance was the one who showed up uninvited, the one who greeted him, the one to which he just answered. It was Lance's turn to talk. Though he stayed there, without moving, fixing Keith, as if he suddenly forgot why he was here in the first place.
He did, indeed. Lance felt lost. Until now, it had been easy. He had followed his plan step by step: leaving his bed, going out of his room, walking in the corridors, not getting lost, knocking at Keith's door. He succeeded easily. But he was realizing, now that the door was opened, that he didn't plan this far and had no idea how to start.
“Lance?”
Like a reflex, Lance answered right away. He stammered, cleared his throat and then, as to make up for the long silence, he talked a lot, very fast.
“So the things is, three weeks ago I was looking for something because Coran told me about lion's slippers so I was looking for it and while looking I found some wool. (Lance took his first break, too short for Keith to get all the informations he just unleashed.) Well, I'm not sure it's actually wool as it's really softer and-”
And Lance explained at length the differences between what he found and the wool, the real one, the one he had on Earth. But it wasn't all, he also explained that when he found it, he had an idea, and momentarily forgot about the slippers while he looked for needles, or at least something to use as needles. He precised that he already noticed something similar in the kitchen, and indeed, it worked well. Then he told that he started knitting without really thinking of it, by habit. Each time they got a bit of free time, knitting would take his mind off things. And he added other details that Keith struggled to understand as Lance talked too fast – moreover his attention left him twice during the monologue.
“.. at first I thought of Allura but actually after-
-So?” Keith cut off finally.
Lance immediately shut up, and seemed confused for few seconds.
“Ah! Yes sorry! So I told myself: “Lance, to who the red would suit better, and whose style would need some improvement?” and I answered myself: “Lance, obviously, it's Keith!”
To go along with his words, Lance didn't stop himself from winking, which Keith could have accepted if he only did that. As he could have tolerated, alone, the finger guns pointed on him. But Lance did both at the same time, which was ridiculous and made no sense.
“So, Lance repeated lowering his head toward his pocket and starting to take wool out of it, I came to bring it to you.”
Keith stayed silent. It was clear that it was his turn to talk, but he stayed speechless. He was fascinated by the red fabric that Lance was still pulling away from his jacket, like in a magic trick – and Keith believed it would never stopped. It looked so soft, so smooth. He felt like burying his hand in it and left it there forever. Then Lance's last words came back to his mind.
“Wait, what?
-It's.. hm... for you.”
Lance had finally pulled away all the length of the red piece, and was handing it to him. Keith lower his eyes toward the scarf, then to Lance, then the scarf, then Lance.
“It took you three weeks to make that?
-It's a very long scarf, countered Lance. And in the meantime, I had to defend the universe.
-You defended the universe.
-Exactly.”
Lance frowned; Keith mimicked him. Lance could have expected the attacs, but once again: he didn't think post-knocking-on-the-door. Keith didn't even answer. Worst, for a while, Lance thought he would roll his eyes. But he didn't: he stayed still, arms crossed, fixing him as if he was waiting for something. Silence came back, heavy and unbearable, before Lance remembered why he was here.
“Yeh, so, hm..”
He lingered over another “hmm” before giving up on talking. For lack of words and for lack of responses from his interlocutor, Lance got closer from half a step and put the scarf on Keith's neck. The latter didn't move, didn't even say anything about Lance's blushing – knowing that he had the same on his own cheeks.
“Like that, said Lance taking an end of the scarf, maybe you'll be less cold*.”
Keith wasn't sure it worked like that, but he let go.
“And like that, continued Lance while wrapping the scarf around his neck for the third time, maybe you'll stop crossing your arms.”
Keith didn't cross his arms because he was cold, but he didn't contredict him. On the contrary, he nodded and layed his arms down – which was a coincidence, obviously.
Lance stepped away and let his eyes slide on Keith. “It makes you cooler,” he concluded.
Keith was still silent, quite flustered. Lance understood – he was too. He stepped backwards again, hesitating, before turning back and disappearing in the corridor – not without attacking Keith one last time with his finger guns.
So Keith closed the door and met his reflection right when he turned his head. The fabric really was softer than average wool. It was just touching his neck enough to be pleasing, and didn't attacked his skin; it was warm without having to be a tight turtleneck. And, indeed, he looked cooler. Though it was messy. Lance had roughly wrapped the scarf, so that the turns were inconsistent – one too loose, the other not enough. He will have to take it off in order to fix it. But he wasn't sure he would ever want to take it off.
*it's a pun which is better in French. So yes, Lance is using “be cold” as in “be distant”. It's clearer in French bc it's not the same effing verb. I didn't find any other way to word that bc English hates me, pls enjoy the pun anyway.
Lance and Pidge humming the theme music from Killbot Phantasm 1: Journey to the Depths of the Demonsphere because they finally got the Mercury Gameflux to work on the castleship and they’re so excited.
(Also, they’re each excited to learn that they are not the only person on the castleship who hums theme songs a lot, sometimes without noticing or knowing why they’re doing it, but they are, at the moment, more excited to finally play their video game.)
Lance and Pidge humming the Game of Thrones theme song when they feel like something epic is going on (also when they’re vaguely annoyed with each other for some reason but haven’t figured out how best to apologize yet, so they use humming the song as an ice-breaker, trying to get each other to join in on it).
Lance and Pidge humming the cave music from Super Mario Bros. when things are getting kinda scary and they’re trying to tell themselves to be brave like a Paladin is supposed to be (and then humming the above-ground theme song when things are calm and going well).
Lance and Pidge humming the Mission Impossible theme song when they feel like they’re being total badasses or they need a musical pep-talk (and sometimes when they’re sneaking around the castle, using, “it’s totally a training exercise” as an excuse to play hide and seek and see who can catch the other most off-guard).
Lance and Pidge humming different songs from the Legend of Zelda games without even noticing, at first, but then they do notice and get into a debate about which Hyrule Field theme is the best one (but they both agree that even trying to hum the Shadow Temple music is Off Limits).
(Look, there are some things that you just don’t do to your friends, and reminding them of the one dungeon from Ocarina of Time that has never stopped scaring the crap out of them? Is pretty high up the list.)
Lance and Pidge humming the Pink Panther theme song, then having to remind each other that you don’t actually get a bonus to stealth from doing so (and going, “oh, hey, look who’s talking” but it’s playful and neither one takes it too hard because they both know that they do this and don’t mind teasing each other about it).
Lance and Pidge being ADHD buds who ground themselves by humming theme songs from stuff they like, and bonding over it because friendship is great and so is making friends who actually understand your ADHD stuff and support you with yours.
Lance forgets to eat after he takes his meds so it’s Hunk to the rescue
those of you making adhd!lance headcanons and whatnot, dont forget to look up rejection sensetive dysphoria! it really fits lances character super well and just intertwines adhd into his personality even more. also its kind of a newer term even to adhders themselves so it needs more awareness, thank you!